#WoL x Nero

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIV Glamtober Day 22: Ball or Party

Once, Severia would have done anything in her power to get out of going to any ball. Now, however, she find that she enjoys dressing up, if only to see how Nero looks at her. And she likes to see him dressed up too. And well, if the two of them ignore all the other attendees and just spend the whole evening dancing together, at least she came, right?

Severia: Head: Edengrace Temple Chain of Healing (metallic brass) Body: Moonward Top of Healing Hands: Anabaseios Gloves of Healing Legs: Anabaseios Longkilt of Healing Feet: Seventh Heaven Thighboots (metallic brass) Neck: Valerian Priest's Choker

Nero: Head: Seneschal's Monocle (metallic silver) Body: Phantasmal Robe (jet black) Hands: Unorthodox Saint's Gloves Legs: Prestige High Allagan Pantaloons of Healing Feet: Appointed Shoes (jet black)

[haellen-o]

took these earlier. entirely self indulgent and i wanted to practice with pose making a little more so i found a good opportunity to do both

it was also fun thinking of what haellen would look like during stormblood. as it was only actually post SHB that i swapped to highlander, played viera the moment i bought the game and wasn't on the free trial anymore

[goethial]

Another batch of finished sketch commissions!

[eemamminy-art]

Commission for alabasterffxiv on twitter! I love the dynamic with these two, it was wonderful getting to draw them! Nero is always a delight 😄 Thank you for commissioning me! 💛

[redwayfarers]

early heavensward nikartoirel simulator

[ivorystand]

"No, you are NOT putting weapons on the airship!"

Cid loves his partners dearly, but they certainly test his patience 😂😂

I started working on the airship stuff for the FC I made on Cactuar, and I knew just who would be in charge of it in the fic. A certain Garlean polycule with two engineering degrees... and Novia, she's there too 😂

[koukouture]

"So... does this mean you guys are getting back together?"

"Don't be stupid."

"No."

"Awww..."

...

"I'm hungry."

"So go eat Alpha-"

"You can have some of my lunch, Ely."

"Oh so you're offering the kid lunch and not me? This is why we broke up, Garlond."

"She's a growing girl-"

"Cid, I'm twenty three..."

[riceballgremlin]

[otherworldseekers]

How it started:

How it's going:

I believe they speak for themselves.

Hey... hey anyone with wolships or other FFXIV ships (since I know not everyone's characters are WoL).

Show me your "How it started // How it's going" can be gpose, art, writing. I just want to know about your ffxiv ships. Can be OCxOC, OCxNPC, Polyships, multiships, or anything else I didn't account for.

[otherworldseekers]

Fluffuary Day 2: Being Silly

"Don't you think this is a bit unnecessary?" "I called you for dinner half an hour ago."

(I don't know if this really counts as being silly, but the idea of Nero using his magitek death claws to fetch Severia from upstairs makes me laugh. Of course she doesn't have to let him get away with it. She's very indulgent.)

[haellen-o]

i am hopelessly in love with posing these two, i fucking love my noodle armed man who can't lift his lady (It could potentially just be haellen is nearly 200lbs of pure muscle but i'm sure that has nothing to do with it)

[redwayfarers]

vanilla gpose challenge ◇ npc

there are two great loves of nika's life. minfilia was the first. when he came to the scions, aimless and lonely, he stuck by her, because who wouldn't? who would look at her and think she's not worth the devotion? nika had just started his 20s, with a fresh scar on his face from a blow he took for a beloved friend, and minfilia offered a place to stay, a place to be useful, a place to maybe build something. and he fell in love, as one does, though his love was sadly one-sided, and minfilia never hesitated to use it to the advantage of scions and eorzea, often to much anguish to nika himself. but he allowed her. because being useful to her was enough. because he wasn't really made for anything else, was he? a bard to sing, a bowman to shoot, a knight to serve his lady. artoirel came in nika's life in what's arguably its most painful period yet. even if nika secretly thought his jaded, angry, grieving self would turn artoirel off, it did not. both are stuck with titles they have complex feelings for; both grew up parentless and lonely; it didn't matter that artoirel far outranked nika in ishgard for a time, nor did it matter that nika was an outsider. a knight lives to serve, true, but here they stood on equal ground, they spoke a common language. they found a life companion in each other, and eventually, a husband. he will love minfilia always, but he will always remember the way his love for her hurt. and he will sometimes be angry with artoirel, their prides will sometimes butt heads, but in the end, he knows that he's happy with him, and that love, for once, doesn't have to hurt. there are, after all, two great loves of his life.

[otherworldseekers]

Severia's not very good at talking about her love life.

Has your WoL ever been in love?

[i984]

Your Love, My Religion

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, childhood best friend! Wednesday Addams, canon-divergence because there's no Tyler, it's Parent's Weekend but this detail is useless, Pugsley LOVES you, kissing but weird 'cuz you'll see, author is in their experimental phase.

|Summary|: It only takes half a semester away and a stupid (yet surprising) school event to get Wednesday quit being a coward.

|A/n|: This was requested by my wife @wol-fica and reposted because yesterday the tags hate me.

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Bewitching.

You were that in so many ways.

And now, as Wednesday locks eyes with you from across the quad—past all the bustling crowd of students and parents of Nevermore Academy—she realizes the fact hasn't changed, not one bit.

Her foot took a step forward for her. Then another. And another. Before she knew it, she was already heading toward you—bumping and trampling past the people she couldn't care less for—her heart hammering wildly against her chest.

You've always had that effect on her.

When your parents brought you for a playdate years ago, Wednesday had locked you in one of the rooms of the Addams family mansion. But instead of crying or screaming for help, all she heard you do was mutter a small okay and bye-bye. 

And she was content to let you rot and die a slow death, but when she pressed her ear to the wood and heard your faint giggles, she had to open the door to see what had brought you glee amidst her kidnapping.

She found you—sitting with your legs crossed on the floor—petting Nero, her pet scorpion on your lap, with a fascinated look on your face.

Ever since that day, 5-year-old Wednesday Addams would invite you to playdates every week without fail with excuses like, "Nero loves your pets more than mine," or, "Nero wants you to come over."

Even after the scorpion's tragic death a year later, she allowed you to continue visiting her weekly. Your title had changed from 'playdate partner' to 'study partner' as soon as both of you went to the same elementary school, and you've been joined by the hips with the Addams girl ever since. 

The weekly visits grew into daily ones, and soon, Wednesday would spend nearly every waking hour of the day with you, filling her childhood with memories of endless thrilling adventures.

She'd never admit this to anyone, but she respects you for not judging her for who she is. Other people had called her a freak, a menace to society, and Wednesday couldn't care less about them, especially when you look at her with so much kindness and passion every time she talks about torture methods or unsolved murder cases. 

You were there when Pugsley was born, and Wednesday blames you for the tender personality his brother would later develop. In a way, you raised Pugsley just as much as she did, and it proved to earn you an unbreakable bond with the boy. 

And that's why as she gets close enough to you, she can see Pugsley standing on your side, holding your hand—a perfect mirror of the picture she had seen a thousand times growing up.

Her breathing quickens, and so do her steps; Wednesday was basically sprinting at you with butterflies in her stomach. But she didn't care because you met her halfway and embraced her with a ferocity that nearly matched hers. 

"I missed you so much," You whisper, and Wednesday swears to memorize the sweet sound. She hadn't realized how much she had missed hearing your voice until now.

"You came."

"Pugsley invited me for this Parent's Weekend thing," You mumbled into her shoulder before pulling back to look at her face properly, "I know it hasn't even been a semester since you moved, but I have to see you again."

Wednesday almost melts then and there at the intensity of your words and how you look at her with so much compassion and trust—like you knew she'd never hurt you or betray your devotion. 

And she wouldn't. Not when her lips are so close to yours, with your breath fanning her face, nose scrunched adorably. 

You look perfect, like the last time Wednesday was in the same position with you, the night before she had to leave for Jericho and this damned school that has cursed her entire being. 

Last time, she acted like the coward she was, turning her face away from your longing gaze, heart too weak to leave you if she'd kissed you goodbye. 

But now, as Fate has presented her a second chance, Wednesday grabbed your jaw and pressed her lips to yours. Unlike last time, her move was sure as she felt your soft silken lips on her chapped ones. And when you kissed her back—with the same tenderness that she finds in your eyes, words, and touch—warmth fills her pitch-black heart, luring her deeper into your spell.

She kisses you like a prayer—your lips the altar, your love her false God—and Wednesday now understands how man can sink so deep into their religions; to die for their Gods. 

Because she would die for you, kill for you, live for you, and unlike last time, she'd gladly sin over and over again, redeeming herself on the lips that perfectly match hers.

The bewitching you; her life was a living testament to that. And she'd never let you go.

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Tag list is in the comments or else this post breaks.

|A/n2|: I am never posting this day of the week ever again. Also I forgot to say thank you to 700 of you! 🥲💖

Edit: NOW I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS TO MY POST HELP WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-