#WoLSayle

[wolsayle]

an exuse for a hand study that i totally went overboard with. being changed by the world around you and walking together in spite of it all :']

[windupiceheart]

your hands are cold

[jarael]

"Did they get you to trade/your heroes for ghosts?"

[laceysmalls]

contention

[xiv-wolfram]

Was thinking of a futuristic omnicron-ish aesthetic shard with Roegadyn GNB/RPR WolfSayle 👀

[haku23]

I wrote more wolsayle fic... 

Rating: E ohoho

[wolsayle]

goodbye, endwalker!!

[wolsayle]

happy pride fainesayle nation

[jarael]

Please please look at this piece I got from Blucifer08 on Twitter!! My tragic lesbians...they're so in love. 🥰🥹

[ID: art of Oviine Beaulieu and Ysayle Dangoulain from FFXIV by Blucifer08. Oviine is a dark skinned Wildwood Elezen with purple hair in a bun, freckles and glasses. Ysayle is a pale Elezen with long silver hair. Ysayle appears to be laying on her stomach. The girls are looking at each other with loving eyes. End id.]

[jarael]

Me, known enjoyer of tall women: why does Ysayle have to be tall???

Pose found here.

[jarael]

Wip Wednesday Whenever

Tagged by @lavampira . Tagging @sunlian and @hythlodaes and whoever wants to do it!!

Side note: Lily is the Scholar faerie!

Contains spoilers for Heavensward. Wolsayle.

Wake up.  Please wake up.

The Garleans' ships had done a number on Shiva.  Ysayle’s body was nearly still, save for her light breathing.  Oviine had done all she could for her physical wounds, but her girlfriend's body was weak.  She wracked her mind thinking of what to do next.

You can't leave me.  Please, Ysayle...your dream.  Our dream.

Fear and panic gripped her heart.  Tears welled in her hazel eyes as Oviine flipped through the spellbook's pages.  She knew she'd seen a spell once--

There it was.  She read it quickly.  It might hurt, but at least it wasn't necromancy.  That was wrong.

Lily looked at her master incredulously.  [Are you mad?  This sort of magick lead Mhach and Amdapor down their doomed paths.]

"I have to try," Oviine replied as she prepared herself.

[You best hope this works.]

Oviine began the incantation.  The magicks started their work.  It was then that Oviine realized what was happening--it was draining her own aether.  She watched it drain into her wife's still body.

I am doing what I must--but I have to live!

Oviine was beginning to panic, and collapsed with a yelp.  She rose, shaking, her glasses barely hanging onto her nose.

Lily rushed to her side.  [Master, art thou well?]

Oviine nodded weakly.  "I'll be fine, my friend."  She looked at her quivering palms.  Intricate runes now graced them, going up her arms and shoulders.  An unforseen side effect.

Then came the intended result.  "Oviine?"

Ysayle was awake.

[jarael]

[jarael]

Tenderness.

[windupiceheart]

Girls k*ssing

[windupiceheart]

👍

[windupiceheart]