#fem miqo’te

[fools-of-light]

A Realm Reborn | Heavensward | Stormblood | Shadowbringers | Endwalker

[candycryptids]

Full name: Ishi’li Jusumhi (Sometimes referred to as Hideki by One Person)

Nickname: Ishi, Warrior Of Lights Little Shadow, Beloved Sapling

Jobs: Scholar, Ninja, Samurai, Astrologian, Arcanist (beginner), Fisher (casual), Culinarian (badly), One Of the Warriors of Light

Gender: Boy, but also a girl, so- (He/She) [I use They when the placement on the timeline isn’t clear, since he starts out masc and then slowly slides Fem, and then ends up bi-gender- it is a mess.]

Race: Miqo’te

Age: 25

Origin: Isekai’d, originally from Japan. (Eorzean origin: Ala Mhigo)

Religion: Prays to all 12, favors Rhalgr up to HW, then favors Menphina with increasing intensity through Heavensward till the Pantheon Raids (where shit gets kind 😳😵‍💫 for religion and Ishi)

Sexuality: Men, Masculine presenting People, occasionally also Physically Strong Women (Self identified as Gay/Queer)

Relationships: Kizuna [Husbands Oc!] (Co-WoL, Complicated Romantic Feelings)

Keathan [also Husbands Oc lol] (Mentor in Aether, FWB, party member)

Unique Physical Traits: Covered in freckles, has a scar on his lip

Likes: Travel, Colorful drinks (boozed or not), The Golden Saucer, Soft and comfy clothes, rice bowls, Sudoku, Sparring, racing, Chocobo racing, Triple Triad, Rain, Fat Cat Anything, Blue (the color), Parkour, Gambling, Mahjong

Dislikes: Bitter drinks, Mud, being completely Alone, Aetheryte Travel, being Cold, Archon Loaf, Mother Mionne, and The Company Of Heroes.

Can often be found: In the Gold Saucer, at the Moonfire Faire, and Revenants Toll (in the Rising Stones).

Character Tags: #Ishi’li Jusumhi #FFXIV Ishi

Playlists: [Dazzling Eorzean Adventurer In Purple]

[fourthastralmooncat]

Pose - Hello

My first post! My first pose! The beginning of something special!! Starting out with a simple little pose, friendly and a little flirty. Posed on max height fem Miqo’te, tested on min, mid, and max height fem Miqo’te and fem Au Ra. Anyone else will likely need adjustments. Includes a version for plus size scaled characters (may need adjustment based on your character’s specific scaling).

Find it here on The Glamour Dresser!

[leafbarrett]

In her backstory? She’s half-miqo’te, half hrothgar. In-game, she’s just miqo’te. Te original reason for picking them was because smol cute catgirl and because there weren’t any proper furry options, but at this point even if they added fem hroth, I’m not sure I’d switch.

What race is your WoL and what made you choose it?

[about92bleachedrainbows]

Sketch of what I hope fem Hrothgar will look like.... please squeenix don’t give us a Miqo’te 2.0 :’) 

[glasvera]

Library (Day 1)

Urianger x Fem!Miqo'te!WoL

Description: Smutember Day 1! G'lahvia Drakenfel has found herself a rather *cough* entertaining *cough* read that she's enjoying in a small alcove hidden away from the rest of a library in Sharlayan.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!!), vaginal fingering, getting handsy.

A/N: My first writing in like a month (sobs) but I hope you enjoy! Oh and, aside from being a miqo'te with short hair, I tried to keep G'lahvia's description vague so you could more easily insert your own Warrior of Light if you so desire.

Word Count: 1528

“Hast thy research found thee something of import?” Urianger queried as G’lahvia leafed through the pages of a book that she’d found herself quite enamored with. She jumped at his sudden presence, snapping the book shut as a blush creeped up her cheeks. His appearance was entirely unexpected in the small alcove she’d hidden herself away in, nestled between the narrow space of two bookshelves with her back pressed against the frosted glass of the window. But of course he would know every corner of this library, she realized. They were in Sharlayan, after all. 

“I-It is very um,” she sputtered, slit pupils darting from side to side as her tail flicked behind her, swishing against the dusty wooden walls. 

Urianger eyed the cover curiously before she was able to hide it from his sight. He raised an eyebrow at the embossed leather, finding a detailed image of a small woman in a low-cut dress pressed against a large, muscular, and very shirtless man.

“Stimulating?” he offered with a knowing smirk, running his finger absentmindedly along the spine of one of the many books on the shelf next to him.

G’lahvia’s tail was now lashing from side to side and her ears flattened against her head. “I-I was curious! That’s all!”

He stepped closer, caging her in between his body and the window as he braced an arm against the glass. As an elezen, he towered over her small miqo’te frame. “And where hath thy curiosity led thee?” he asked, voice lowering slightly as his golden eyes bored into her own before tracing his gaze down to her parted lips.

She gulped, fingers trembling as she clutched the cover of Bull’s Iron and felt the windowsill dig into her lower back slightly. Biting her lip, she placed the book down before leaning back further, watching as Urianger moved in closer. “That’s… it was… I, um…” She cleared her throat behind her hand. “I discovered some, er, coital enrichment?” she bluffed, unable to hide the snort at her attempt at making it sound educational.

“Research requires experimentation to prove successful, wouldn’t thou agree?” he proffered, tracing his fingers up her thigh with the same ginger touch he had given the books.

“I-I um, well… here?” she whispered meekly as his lips hovered ilms away from her own.

“Nary a soul ventures this far back. Thou needn’t worry thyself,” he reassured her, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

G’lahvia’s brow furrowed, turning away from him slightly. “You found me.”

Urianger chuckled softly. “Thou should know that this is not my first time partaking in such an… adventure in this library,” he guided her gaze back to his own, “and this spot was a particular favorite of mine.”

She laughed quietly, her breath shaky as her mind raced with thoughts of what and with whom he would have done such things in the far corners of a library. She only realized she’d parted her legs when he slotted himself between them, the heat of his body only further stoking the flames that were beginning to light themselves in the pit of her belly. She could already feel him hardening through the thin fabric of his robes.

“Did you come all the way back here just to fuck me in the library?” she teased, her tail coming around to brush affectionately against his side as she moved to sit up on the windowsill.

He chuckled. “Nay. I came in search of a tome and a quiet place of respite. Little did I know that my lady hath found solace in the very spot I oft hid myself in my academic years.” His eyes darkened as he laced his hand through her hair, brushing her bangs away from her face, “and never would I have dreamt that thou would be reading such filthy things in such a public place.”

She hummed as he ran his fingers through her short locks. “And now that you have me, what will you do with me?”

The growl he emitted at her challenge was barely audible, but she felt the dampness pool between her legs at the sound. He quickly closed the distance as he crashed his lips into hers, his other hand gripping her waist as he pulled her into him.

“I shall treat thee like the sultry minx thou readeth about in thine literature,” he groaned between kisses, fingers digging into her skin as she moaned softly against his lips. “But thou must lower thine voice if thou wish to remain undetected.”

He trailed kisses down her neck as she tilted her head to the side, nibbling gently as gasped softly. “Are we really doing this?”

Urianger pulled back slightly, his golden eyes dark with lust as he searched her face for signs of hesitation. “Dost thou wish to cease?”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Uri,” she retorted as she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him back down to kiss her again. His silver hair was silky beneath her fingers as she carded them through his locks before trailing them down his chest, reaching one hand further to palm him through his robes as he hissed.

Spurred to action, he hiked her skirt further up her waist as he ran his hands along the smooth expanse of her thighs. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he discovered her lack of undergarments. She’d been feeling a little too risque before leaving her chambers this morning and had foregone them altogether for this little outing. It took all of his self control not to moan at the realization, hiding his pleasured sounds in their kiss as he ran a finger along her dripping slit.

“Thou art truly a tantalizing minx,” he breathed.

She whined softly, hips bucking against his hand as she felt the digit press against her folds. “Uri, please,” she begged, trying to free his cock from the confines of his robes. “I need you inside me.”

“I intend to take my time with thee,” he mused, his finger dipping into her core as he began to pump it in and out of her. He brought a hand up to palm her breast through her shirt, his deft fingers finding her nipple through the fabric and giving it a gentle tug. Her ears flattened against her head in equal parts pleasure and protest, settling on rubbing him through his clothing while he worked her into a heated frenzy.

His lips found her neck once more as he nipped just at the nape, sucking on the spot and leaving a dark mark as G’lahvia’s eyes fluttered shut. He inserted another finger and began to curl them inside her, his pace increasing as his breath blew hot on her neck. She pulled his hair gently as she held on fast to the back of his head, her breath quickening as she moved to wrap her tail around the arm that was pleasuring her as his fingers disappeared into her sopping wetness.

With a loud crash, the small clay pot of a plant on the windowsill shattered on the ground, knocked over by the whipping about of G’lahvia’s tail. They both froze for a moment, Urianger’s grip tightening momentarily as they waited to see if someone had heard their mishap.

“I think it was over here!” one voice called out, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Another pair of footsteps, these ones in heels, followed closely behind the other. “I swear, if I find one more pair of students back here doing gods know what-”

Urianger made eye contact with G’lahvia as he hastily pulled his hand away and she smoothed down her skirt. She quickly pulled another book off the shelf and pretended to read it while Urianger brushed her slick off of his fingers and attempted to compose himself and his hair.

“They were right around here and- Oh! Archon! And Miss Drakenfel!” The woman in heels, an older elezen with long peppery hair, pushed her spectacles up her nose as she realized who she was speaking to. “I do apologize. We heard noises and, well, the children do get up to certain activities that we like to discourage.”

“Thou needn’t fret, my lady. My companion struggled to reach a particular tome and I offered mine assistance upon arriving thus,” Urianger replied with a curt bow and gestured towards the scattered soil and clay fragments. “Her efforts before my arrival hath led to the unfortunate demise of this particular potted plant.” G’lahvia shrugged her shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

Satisfied with his response, and far too embarrassed to have almost chastised the warrior of light, she simply nodded hastily and muttered something about finding a mammet to clean things up before turning on her heel and retreating to the front of the library. Once she was out of earshot, G’lahvia sighed heavily as she slumped against the window.

“Well that was far too close,” she bemoaned. “So much for nobody coming back this far.”

Urianger chuckled. “And thou art lucky that she paid no further heed to thy attempt at deception,” he retorted with a soft smirk. “Thy book was upside down.”

[dreamy-newt]

“I was... A bit of a rascal back in the day.” 

A friend of mine edited a fem miqo’te model in post to make it look like a younger version of their male miqo, so I wanted to try it out with Myrha! I love the results so much. He looks just how I pictured him. 

[owlespresso]

can i get some uhhhhhhh tender NSFW Zenos/fem!Wol pls

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“Tender” and “Zenos” aren’t two words often used together. Looking back on your first interactions with the man, it’s no wonder why.

However, once Zenos truly comes to treasure you as a coveted treasure and companion, he can become decidedly delicate. 

It’s small gestures. Opening doors for you, pulling out your chair. He’s one of the world’s most vicious hunters but he was raised to be both a warrior and a refined Garlean gentleman.

He likes holding your hand. Or pressing your hands together. Seeing how much smaller yours are in comparison to his is both satisfying and endearing. He’s massive, so there aren’t many people who have hands as large as his. Even if you’re a male, max height au’ra, he’s still got you beat by a few inches or more.

If you’re an au’ra, viera or miqo’te, he likes to put your ears/tail. If he’s feeling feisty, he might pull a bit to see your reaction.

Likes using his status to get you whatever you want. Knowing he’s provided for you fills him with a unique sense of satisfaction he doesn’t get anywhere else. 

Will want you to sit on his lap. He likes resting his chin on top of your head or shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist to bring you close, eager to have you pressed tight against him. Your closeness fills him with a sense of serenity, of fullness he hasn’t quite experienced before. 

He lets you brush and touch his hair. In fact, he’ll want you to do it nearly every day! Expect him to lay his head in your lap and give you a coy, expectant glance. He might tell you what he wants once or twice, but you pick up on the signs pretty quick.

[sarenhale]

the only Silvairre content I want to consume is that one fic I read when he gets pegged by a fem Miqo’te

[fools-of-light]

Nothing to see here, just a woman and a wind up version of her fiancé staring at each other on top of Kugane Tower

[illegiblewords]

Notes under the cut!

These aren’t all of my lady WoLs, but they are some of my favorite designs and I tried to specifically show different things with each of them.

I think with design, beyond different silhouettes it’s worth it to be able to look at a character and get a sense of their personality and background. Sometimes lifestyle depending on how realistic you’re going, although Final Fantasy is a bit “fuck practicality we’re running on rule of pretty” lmao.

With these ladies specifically I also wanted to 1) pick fashions that would work well with the body types and proportions 2) create specific tones 3) play with expectations. I also, personally, wanted to explore different forms of femininity in a positive way. I’ve seen some cases where people seem to think the only way to have a “strong” woman is if she’s made traditionally masculine. I have no problem with traditionally masculine women by any means, but I’m really not into demonizing femininity either. So if I have the option to actually explore femininity in a game in positive ways I like to do that!

Nheu/Pink Miqo’te: I wanted to make her a kind of scrappy character, loud and probably a bit obnoxious, a shameless delinquent sort who immediately demands attention with neon color schemes. Going with Keeper of the Moon miqo’te let her have a toothy smile with little fangs too! I didn’t want her to look mysterious or alluring. This is one of my favorite archetypes tbh, I should really use it more.

Lagogeim/Turquoise Roegadyn: I wanted to make a dragoon who tied to Limsa Lominsa instead of Ishgard or even Gridania, who took the concept of Llymlaen with her harpoon and really built into the motif of pirates. So beyond evoking the sea as much as possible, I wanted to use an unnatural skin tone and hair color since people shy away from those a lot. I tried going for a harder fem look too for her--many roegadyn players embrace this angle so I decided to this time!

Eir/Blue Highlander: I’ve seen a stereotype that hyur highlanders have tall, sexy bodies but less attractive faces. I wanted to make a very short, cute looking highlander girl who isn’t the extreme end of curvy, give her a short/cute haircut that still felt strongly feminine, and pair that with a heavier, more traditionally masculine-perceived job like Warrior. I also tried to make her really, REALLY feel Ala Mhigan both in gear and color scheme/features--I drew some aspects of her coloring from Ilberd to be honest!

Asklona/Green Roegadyn: So I mentioned that a lot of people do hard fem looks for lady roegadyns very well, and I’ve seen critics go after femroes saying they have mannish bodies and ugly faces before. I disagree with that a lot, and decided in this case to go as soft and traditionally feminine as I could. I also went with the least saturated Sea Wolf color and tried playing with blushes/hair color combos to help her look a bit more natural (as opposed to blue/greenish) in this case. Another angle I went with was bard specifically to close the gap between Limsa Lominsa and Gridania, playing into siren and pirate themes since this character is a Sea Wolf. Beyond choosing green to fit with my Famfrit team in a unique way, I chose it as that bridge and because the green being a complementary color to red would make any pink hues stand out more!

Osk/Purple Viera: The stereotype I’ve seen for viera has involved them being hyper sexualized. I personally also rarely use brown hair or the color purple apparently so far as those choices go. What’s more, I wanted to make a look for the scholar job that would be a little more versatile, clearly not mistakable for any other job (healing or otherwise) and that would keep this particular character both elegant and more conservatively dressed. I didn’t want the character to feel like she’d hopped out of the woods either given that’s the most frequent angle for Viera--going a more urban direction was something I wanted to do as a contrast to that.

Nivienne/Gold Elezen: Wildwood elezen tend to be pushed with more natural skintones while Duskwights are more likely to have blue undertones that let them feel like drow. In this case I wanted to make a Wildwood elezen who, due to color combinations, felt fantasy-golden and a little otherworldly. I did a lot of designing to foil Emet-Selch in the name of fanfic lmao (use of gray and gold in different places to different degrees, height, etc.) but I also wanted to make a summoner character who, like scholar, felt extremely visually distinct from other casters. The biggest Summoner-specific look involves horns so that stayed, but for the rest I wanted there to be a flowing and mysterious feel. There was a critique I saw in the past that female casters end up looking like magical girls, so I wanted to challenge that. I also was careful with how the face and shoulders were framed to make sure that Nivienne would feel proportional, since that’s a potential risk for elezen.

Acja/Brass Viera: Another alternate take on dragoon! This time, I wanted to make a viera who tied to savanna aesthetics as a contrast to forest ones, and I did look at Sub-Saharan African fashions as influence. I couldn’t get things exact/used some “it’s Final Fantasy people wear five billion belts” artistic license (and offhand I don’t remember the exact country I used, it might have involved Ghana’s historical armor?) but I tried to match silhouettes, materials, shoes, etc. as best I could. Part of this is also that I know African visuals get used less often in video games, which is a shame because they’re incredibly gorgeous and distinct! So Acja is one design where I did try to bring that in.

Kokono/Orange Lalafell: I’ve seen people lament lack of canine race options in FFXIV and honestly, I agree with that sentiment. We have so many cats and it would have been cool to get dog options. Since it’s not an in-game thing though, I figured this was an opportunity to make the type of character instead. In this case, I used the dark nose option for lalafells and combined with pieces from the werewolf set to make a little fox! She has a few different influences to her visuals due to backstory stuff, but I do think there are ways to make more foxes and small dogs for lalafells as well as wolves for Hellsguard roegadyns.

Eshe/Yellow Au Ra: Another African-influenced design, this one tying to Ethiopian historical fashion and armor! Same rules apply though, the top goes hugely with the “it’s Final Fantasy” brand of artistic license. I know au ra are mostly associated with Othard/Eastern regions, so I decided to shift things to a different tone while trying to keep things fully immersive. I made Eshe a paladin because the swords and shields have some options that resemble African sword designs (WHICH ARE SO FUCKING COOL) and I wanted to try a different tone for paladin from the Western knight-in-shining-armor as well. I didn’t want Eshe to feel overly cutesy or innocent, but did want her to feel very graceful and strong.

Mitsu/Red Midlander: A few things hit me in combination here. First, I’d been nerfing myself to a degree with hyur midlanders when I knew there was an approach I liked. Second, I haven’t seen a lot of traditional-looking characters from Othard and I wanted to switch that up. By this I mean that looking at Far Eastern NPCs, often they are midlander hyurs with black, dark brown, or occasionally gray hair. Not a ton of dye. I love that the Warrior of Light could come from anywhere, so I tried to design someone who credibly could have been an NPC in Kugane. She’s a summoner because there is an Othard tradition of summoning, and she wears red because to my knowledge it has symbolism for good luck in both Japan and China besides being pretty. I also wanted to make a very different summoner (and general caster) visual compared to Nivienne.

[ladyramora]

Hai, I've been a huge of your work, so much so I even made my own blog where I'll eventually get around to posting my own. I also wanted to how you would write a fem wol going through a break up? I'm going through one and your writing always cheers me up!!

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Being a Warrior of Light, wounds were common. Hurts and aches and blood. Pain. This pain, however,  was... a different kind entirely. 

Pains of the heart were not so easily mended.  

You try not to think about it. Remaining so very busy so that your mind cannot slip back into the habit of lingering on them. Of conversations, of smiles, a laugh shared, a kiss. So many kisses... No, no, no. It did not bear thinking about it. All things come to an end eventually. And this was no different.

“Thou hast not touched thy cake,” Urianger reminds you gently. 

You startle, pulled from your thoughts to look up. 

 “Perhaps she has no taste for it right now,” Y’shtola says, having rejected the offer of cake herself and instead settled on a cup of tea. She has yet to drink from it. Only holding it in her hands. 

“I’ll eat it. If you don’t want it,” Alisaie offers, leaning forward from her seat beside you so you can see her face. She has frosting on her cheek. You smile, and slide your untouched slice over to her. 

“That’s your third slice of cake,” Alphinaud mutters, seated on your other side, sipping his tea. His slice of cake is tiny. Barely a slice. Just large enough for a strawberry to sit on top.

“I’ll eat yours, too,” Alisaie says, reaching over you with her fork. You lean back, amused as Alphinaud slides his plate out of her reach. 

“Stop, that’s mine!” Alphinaud says in dismay as Alisaie steals his strawberry. 

Alisaie crows, victorious, “Mine now!” 

You hum, and reach for the slice of cake that was yours, several glazed strawberries sitting on top. You pluck one up, the biggest, and drop it back onto Alphinaud’s plate. There.

“Hey!” Alisaie huffs, but she is smiling. 

Alphinaud is bashful, head ducking. “Ah... My thanks.” 

You look across the table and Lyse is beaming at you with her chin in her hands. “Aw. You’re all so cute.”

You shrug, smiling, and curl your hands around your cup of tea. 

“Don’t tease them, Lyse,” Papalymo says chidingly, reading a scroll at the table. “She’s been through quite enough as of late.” 

Oh. Your smile drops. 

“Papalymo!” Lyse hisses. “Look what you did, you reminded her! She was having fun!” 

“Don’t blame me!” Papalymo huffs, rolling up the scroll to swipe at her. 

And there goes those two, always squabbling...

“Hey.” A hand settles on your shoulder and you look to see Thancred, his smile kind. Understanding. “I’ve been through my fair share of breakups.”

You see Urianger and Y’shtola share a look over his shoulder, and bite back your smile. 

“More like fleeting affairs,” the miqo’te says dryly. Sipping her tea.

“Indeed,” Urianger agrees, pinky extended as he drinks his own.

 Thancred shoots them a look. “My point being,” he says with emphasis, “I’m here if you need someone to talk to that understands.” 

“Thank you,” You tell him, truly grateful that they had all taken time out of their busy schedules to spend time with you. It was really comforting. 

“I think,” says the one and only Minfilia as she walks up, finally finished with her work for the day. Blue eyes kind and lips ever sweetly smiling. “We should take a little trip. The Gold Saucer, mayhap? What say you, my friend?” 

You glance at all the Scions around you, all them nodding. Even Urianger and Y’shtola. 

 “Is that really alright?” You ask, hesitant to take them away from things they should be doing. 

“Of course!” Minfilia says, earnest. “We can always make time. We are all Scions. All family. And we do what we can to take care of one another.” 

“But first,” F’lhaminn interrupts with a gentle smile. Holding out a plate with a slice of cake on it. “You should have some cake, Ascilia. There’s plenty enough to go around.” 

Minfilia smiles, accepting the plate and seats herself across from you. “Alright, cake first.”

“And tea,” F’lhaminn slides a saucer over. Not a drop spilled. 

Minfilia laughs. “And tea. But then! To the Gold Saucer! Agreed?”

You smile as there are cheers all around. 

For today, at least, you would have too much fun to think on pains of the heart. 

And that was the way of it, wasn’t it? 

One day at a time. 

And then, before you knew it, it would not hurt as much as it did.  

[escherstrange-ffxiv]

Layers: Escher Strange

Tumblr failed to notify me that @yvesoix-sellemontiere tagged me. How dare.

WARNING: Mildly NSFW.

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

—–

Name: “Escher.”

Strange isn’t his real surname so he avoids using it when he can.

Eye Color:  “Yes, it’s pink. Your point?”

A DIY fantasia potion gone wrong gave him one purple eye, though there may be other aetherial reasons behind it.

Hair Style/Color: : “Of course it’s naturally pink, I got it from my grandfather! I used to keep it short, but one day it grew out and I looked into the mirror and-”

He absolutely did inherit the pink hair from his grandfather, though Tia is convinced it’s actually lime green. He never keeps his hair long at the back, only in front.

Height: “The fates are fair - what I lack in height, I compensate elsewhere. >)”

He’s like 175 cm max. Not min height, but what I’d ideally like to be. As for compensating, he’s just slightly larger than the average midlander (7 ilms approx). 

Clothing Style: “My family never had a reason to dress finely but now I do, and you bet I’ll milk it for all it’s worth.”

His regular MSQ glam is the screenshot above: Scion Adventurer’s Jacket + Pants, Expeditioner’s Thighboots, Leonhart Gloves, all in Jet Black Dye. Depending on his mood he’ll go full ham or something subtler but still stylish. He doesn’t look too good in baggy stuff so it’s mostly fitted.

Best Physical Feature: *Flips hair* 

I initially picked his pink hair for shits and giggles, but it’s started to grow on me, and his face looked surprisingly good once I removed his facial hair. I know this because the FFIV subreddit confirmed it.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

—

Your Fears: “Have you seen Tia when he’s angry? Trust me when I say you don’t want to make Tia angry.”

He’s still scared of sharp things to the face, though it’s slowly being replaced by Tia.

Your Guilty Pleasure: “How does one feel guilty from pleasure? That makes no sense.”

He’s always been the sort to do what he likes when he likes. Getting copious amounts of sex in Eorzea was just the cherry on top of the cake.

Your Biggest Pet Peeve:  “When people just aren’t open to new things. It’s just for science, you’re not going to die! ...Okay maybe you might die a little, but think of what you’ll contribute to the future!”

Your Ambition for the Future: “I said I’ll prove that one man can cause a calamity, and I intend to see it through. But after I taste test Tia’s cookies. It’s not a metaphor for anything, gods damn it!”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS —

Your First Thoughts Waking Up:  “Did I burn anything last night, and am I in the correct bed?”

What You Think About the Most: “How well would this burn?”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Have I done all that needs to be burnt today?”

You Think Your Best Quality Is: “My ability to focus.”

He gets quite easily distracted, but once he finds something to hold his attention (usually fire), he concentrates at the expense of all incoming danger.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

—

Single or Group Dates: “It’s hard to excuse ourselves to commit extremely silly and reckless crimes if we’re in a group. Manners and everything.”

To be Loved or Respected: “Respect. Anybody can be loved. Respect must be earned.”

Beauty or Brains:  *Looks at Tia* *Looks at Kieo*  “...Beauty. I have enough brains for the both of us.”

While not book-smart, his partners make up for it with a LOT of common sense/street smarts to get him out of trouble.

Dogs or Cats: “...Cats.”

Tia is a Moon Keeper Miqo’te while Kieo was a half-Keeper Elezen. Escher confirmed to have Chiao Churu treats in his blood.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

—

Lie: “If I lie, I’d have to lie to you now, and then what would be the truth?”

Believe in Yourself: “Of course. You can’t do explosions otherwise.”

Believe in Love:  "I’m going to die horribly if I say no, aren’t I?”

Want Someone: “I already have Tia. What’s left to want?”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

—

Been on Stage: “Tia won’t let me. Something something set the stage on fire. Pussy.”

Done Drugs: “Haven’t found the right one for me.”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “I didn’t do it in the Studium, I’m not doing it anytime soon.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

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Favorite Color: “Black. Pink. Blackpink. Heehee.”

Favorite Animal: “Tia- hey ow! It’s true, you have cat ears and- OW! Not the face!”

Favorite Food: “I’m Sharlayan, my taste buds are too dead to like anything.”

Favorite Game: “The game where I burn everything and see if nothing lives- what?”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

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Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: 6th Sun, 4th Astral Moon (July 6)

How Old Will You Be: “Add 5, carry 4, square root of 7.43 factored by 12...TIAAA, how old am I again?!”

32 at ARR, 34 by Shadowbringers. Escher is just phenomenally bad at math (except things that require gil transactions).

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “I’m not counting the one that happened at 18 because I don’t remember anything, so....add 7 to the power of 3.4....KIEOOO how old were we when we did it on your dad’s bed?!”

When he was 18 he drank spiked punch at a graduation party and woke up naked between a male Elezen and a fem Roe. Since he can’t remember a thing, his reasoning is “if I don’t know it happened, it probably didn’t happen.” The other virginity loss was at 32 at the First Steps, a hostel/guild for new adventurers. Nobody talks about it. Ever. (Like IC don’t go and talk about it, this incident actually caused mild OOC drama. 💧)

Does Age Matter: “As long as the FBI isn’t on our lawn. Tia, what IS an FBI?”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

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Best Personality: “Someone said this about my taste in partners: Gay, feral, powerful, and slightly dumb.”

Best Eye Color: “Rolanberry red.”

Tia’s eyes are red.

Best Hair Color: “Pink, duh!”

Best thing to do with a Partner: “Sitting at a high point watching the world burn, like cuddling in front of a roaring fireplace. And then we eat cake.”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “The heat in my face from a massive explosion.”

I feel: “Warm. And fuzzy. Is there alcohol in this drink?”

I miss: “The friends I lost, the hearts I burned. I’ll never be able to heal that.”

I wish: “To burn the world. What, you thought it was ever going to change?”

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And done! *flop*  Tagging @finallyfancy14​, @fenrishion​, @aelyriawindrunner​ and @forthyn​ because I don’t have enough FFXIV friends on Tumblr (should everyone be glad though...?).

[secret-engima]

Ever since you mentioned Ace and Nox meeting I literally cannot stop thinking about it because Ace would just. Be so confused about Nox existing. (Also I'm just seeing Tredd or Luche introducing Nox to Ace's cooking)

OHHHH OH YES THAT. I’ve been meaning to do something with that *rolls up sleeves* HERE WE GO THEN:

IN CANON, Noctis has something of a …. Talent for either stumbling into other dimensions of meeting them (the hiso hiso and the miqo’te lady side quests, as well as Dissidia NT if you wanna count that which I DO) and Ace has something of a penchant for running to trouble because honestly the Astrals need entertainment from somewhere and apparently they don’t get cable or streaming in that blue Void of theirs. So the way I see it- either Nox accidentally goes to Ace’s universe for a few days, or Ace accidentally goes to Nox’s for a few days.

Because I love both ideas, I shall do both. This is gonna get Very Long™ (edit: It’s almost 3k words WHAT IN THE WORLD ME-).

Option One: In Which Nox Really Needs To Watch His Step More and Axis and Fem!Nyx Get Dragged Into Things.

-It starts when Nox trips. Seriously. That’s how it starts. Nox trips and Something Happens in the split second his best friend and his girlfriend/wife grab his arms to steady him and then- they’re falling. Like- seriously falling. Falling from 10+ stories up kinda falling and Axis is cursing the entire time Nyx grabs Axis and warps to the relative safety of one rooftop, expecting Nox to do the same. He does, but he misjudges the threshold of Impact Resistance that the roof he lands on holds (that or the Astrals are laughing at him again). It breaks under him and he topples down in a crash of magic and debris onto a slightly cushy landing of broken crates (hey better than concrete or solid ice) and … glass?

-Why are his clothes soaked with what looks but does not smell or feel like blood?

-He is just pondering this quandary (is this whiskey? It smells like whiskey did he just crash through the roof of a bar?) when the door to the storeroom in which he’s landed slams open and in rushes a very unhappy looking Galahdian with a very large knife and braids in a style he doesn’t recognize. The Galahdian stares at him with wide, vaguely disbelieving eyes, Nox barely refrains from summoning a knife of his own (he’s not a threat, he’s a Galahdian twice-over now and Axis insists that means no Galahdian in their right mind will try to hurt him without due provocation).

-(He really hopes accidentally falling through the ceiling and ruining who knows how much whiskey/wine/whatever doesn’t count as due provocation.)

-Thankfully, all the stranger does is slowly sheath his knife and look both exasperated and amused, “Care to explain what just happened?” He says and something inside Nox … jolts.

-Nox swears he hears the low whispers of thunder and magic in the man’s voice, buried as it is under a veil of humanity and normalcy. But surely that’s his imagination.

-Nox pries himself free of the rubble and ruined alcohol, inwardly mourning his no-doubt ruined clothes (they’d been so comfy too) and the stranger looks sympathetic as Nox futilely tries to wring a bit of the alcohol out of his sleeves as he answers, “I have … honestly no idea.” Because weird as his life is, even he usually doesn’t take a step forward, trip and somehow go from inside the Citadel to somewhere in the … he’s going to assume he’s in the Galahdian district because this is a bar with a Galahdian worker (owner?). The last time he blinked and went from one place to somewhere drastically different had been-.

-Dissidia. The Hiso Hiso.

-Astrals please no.

-Nox looks up and can hear the slight beg in his voice as he says, “Please tell me I’m still in Insomnia during the reign of King Regis Lucis Caelum.”

-The stranger’s eyebrows go up almost to his hairline (which is a fair reaction to his question) but answers, “….Yes?”

-Oh good. Now to figure out if he was in his Insomnia or some kind of parallel dimension because at this point he’s not very optimistic on his odds.

-He opens his mouth to make his excuses and get out of there when the stranger cuts him off with a bemused, “Need a new shirt? You can borrow one of mine.”

-He blinks, narrows his eyes in instinctive suspicion, “Why would you help me?”

-“You’re a kid,” points out the amused man, “and a Galahdian.”

-Nox refrains from pointing out that he’s nineteen and technically married, because a new shirt sounds nice and this is the one day he didn’t pack a spare outfit in his armiger. The man takes him to a different room of the definitely-a-bar and produces a spare shirt (short-sleeved unfortunately but Nox will take what he can get) from somewhere, which Nox takes gratefully. His pants are still a mess, but at least he doesn’t smell so strongly of whiskey. He’s thanks the man (who introduces himself simply as Ace) profusely and offers to try to pay for the damages (not like he can’t afford it with a prince’s allowance). Ace turns him down with a shake of his head, reaches out to lightly touch Nox’s elbow (the man hasn’t commented on the scars the t-shirt reveals, Nox is grateful for that too).

-The moment they make contact, the world turns blue and violet. Nox can feel the other man’s magic, pulsing under his skin like the tooth-shaking rumble of thunder and the flicker of lightning in the far distance, taste the ozone on his tongue and feel the jungle rains Nyx speaks of so fondly. Ace’s magic feels like the jungle and the wilds and yet also like the soft snows that settle over a battlefield after the bodies have cooled and Nox’s gaze snaps around in astonishment. He can’t stop himself from reaching out with his own magic in greeting-curiosity-shock toward this- this other Lucis Caelum (sibling? Is he in his home dimension or another’s? Is this man his brother or someone who was never born in Nox’s world?).

-(To Ace, the teen he’s just touched suddenly seems to burn like a star barely captured in flesh, his eyes glow red and Ace can taste blood on his tongue, feel it drip down his chest from the gaping sword wound he knows isn’t there. He can feel the teen’s magic, like crushing ocean depths and the broken, too-deep hush of old ruins. He can feel ash caking his skin like being back in the rubble of his home village. In the back of his mind he recoils, because soul is magic and magic is soul and this teenager’s is a blood-stained, centuries old battlefield).

-They both stare at each other for what feels like too long and not enough before Ace jerks his hand away like he’s been burned (maybe he has, Nox’s magic is still too much for his skin sometimes, still lashes out when he’s too startled to stop it). Ace cradles his hand and curls his magic so tight into his soul Nox can barely feel it (wouldn’t feel it if he didn’t already know it was there). “Well,” Ace manages after several more seconds of mutual staring, “I wasn’t … expecting that.”

-Nox blinks twice, feels realization settle in his bones, “You don’t want anyone else to know.” He can feel it in the way Ace is hiding himself, see it in the wary glint of silver eyes. He understands perfectly. He hid from Regis too for as long as he could.

-Ace laughs a little breathlessly, “You don’t?”

-Nox isn’t given a chance to answer, because that’s right when Nyx and Axis finally figure out where he is and how to get there without jumping through the hole he left in the bar roof.

-He can hear Axis flinging open the door to the bar and Nox is instantly grateful that it’s empty of everyone but him and Ace because his Shield almost bellows through the empty building, “Nox. Izunia. Lucis. Caelum. Arra. Ulric.” Nox hunches his shoulders, hears Ace sputter beside him in confusion at the ridiculous number of last names Axis used.

-“In here, Axis.”

-Axis and Nyx poke their heads in the back and Ace’s sputtering gets louder, then quiets as Axis storms over and slaps Nox across the back of his head and snarls, “What did you just do?”

-“Fell through the roof of a bar and made a new friend,” Nox snarks back past the sting in the back of his head, “Axis, Nyx, this is Ace, Ace, this is my friend and my wife, Axis Arra and Nyx Ulric.”

-Ace definitely makes a strangled, confused noise, silver eyes wide before he takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, and announces, “I’m getting everyone a drink. Go sit at the bar.”

-Ten minutes later, the bar’s sign reads “closed”, Ace has gotten everyone drinks and served up some kind of Galahdian dish too spicy to be healthy (but one Nox loves anyway, this guy is a great cook), and they’ve all concluded that Nox straight up tripped into a parallel dimension and dragged Axis and Nyx along with him. Because Ace is certain that he knows Axis Arra and Nyx Ulric and they should know him (he also gives Nyx several looks that are a mix of horrified, confused, and extremely amused, which Nox doesn’t get at all).

-Apparently, Ace is the result of Regis and a Galahdian woman having a night, no, he has not told anyone else, and yes, he really would like that to stay a secret. Nox has no qualms with that, Axis just smacks Nox over the head again because parallel dimension and Nyx stares maybe too intently at Ace’s braids.

-Because apparently braid meanings and symbols are a bit different in this dimension. Or something. And it’s confusing Nyx to no end.

-“So,” Axis sighs finally once his temper has been settled, “what do we do now?”

-Nox shrugs, “Don’t get killed, don’t make trouble, and wait for either one of our Astrals to come fix it or for it to wear off on its own. These things never usually last long.”

-Axis, Nyx, and Ace all stare at him before Nyx sighs into her hands, “Nox. Babe. Love of my life. Tell me you did not just imply that this is a normal thing for you.”

-“Well- I wouldn’t say normal but….” Axis turns to look Ace straight in the eye, without a word, Ace passes over something much stronger than before. Nox feels vaguely insulted. He’s not that bad is he?

-It takes three days and one very annoyed Shiva (apparently the Astrals of this universe barring Ramuh are jerks?) for the “Trip” to wear off, during which Nox, Axis, and Nyx all lie low at Ace’s place. And by “laying low” what Nox really means is stay well away from the Citadel and any potential Dad Confusion and get gawked at by the various glaives that visit Ace’s bar. There’s no hiding that Axis is from another dimension, though Nox takes care not to go by Lucis Caelum or Izunia around them, just Ulric (which, of course, gets him stared at even more than being an LC, though not as much as his Nyx gets stared at, because Nyx is a guy here and apparently seeing a female Nyx is breaking everyone’s brain. The Libertus of this world just about has a heart attack when he comes in and sees two Nyx’s of opposite sexes staring each other down with trouble-making grins).

-(Nox was the only one who didn’t choke on his drink when his Nyx cheerfully announced to all and sundry that her counterpart was hot and clearly anyone would be lucky to land a date with him. Axis dryly pointed out that it still counted as narcissism if you complemented your counterpart, Nyx just laughed and flopped onto Nox’s legs like she was queen and he was her throne, which made the male Nyx stare and Ace crack up laughing).

-Eventually though, the Trip wears off and they find themselves back in the Citadel with an adventure to tell and a bunch of Very Panicked Adults who want to know how they disappeared for a week and why (and a list of names to check because Nyx might never have met an Ace in her childhood, but that didn’t mean one might not exist and Nox is nothing but thorough about his family).

Option Two: In Which Ace Has A Very Strange Week

-Ace has gotten used to the fact that life (the Astrals) like to mess with him. It’s just- it’s a thing. It’s a thing he hates but there it is.

-But he’s still not used to the entire world glitching out around him like a video game, tripping on air and then landing not in his apartment where he was standing five seconds ago but on the marble floors of-

-The Citadel.

-Great.

-Ace scrambles to his feet, hoping against hope he can sneak out before whatever trouble is coming next can find him, only to hear someone order him to hold still and explain his arrival, look up and see-

-Nyx?

-No wait. This was a woman. A woman who could have been Nyx’s twin, but a woman.

-W h a t ?

-The woman appears to be of similar opinion, eyeing him in confusion before glancing at the other person in the room, “Friend of yours, Nox?”

-Magic swells over him as Ace turns to look at the “Nox” person and he has maybe five seconds to register the inhumanly old gaze and the angry claws of magic sinking into his skin before his own magic reacts against his will, shoves outward in a flicker of violet and ghostly royal arms. It’s not, creepily enough, enough to shake off the foreign magic, but it is enough to startle the Lucis Caelum he doesn’t recognize into backing down. Red eyes turn blue and blink at him while Ace struggles not to swear a blue streak at revealing himself in the Citadel, then the strange Lucis Caelum says, “Oh. You’re not from around here. Let me guess, the world glitched out, or you tripped on thin air, or something happened and now you’re not where you were a few seconds ago?”

-Ace decides he both does and doesn’t want to know how this guy knows that and stiffly nods. The teen (Nox? He was pretty sure this guy’s name was Nox) nodded back, looking far to calm for the situation, and turns to the Nyx look-alike, “Come on then. He can slum at your place until we sort this out.”

-The woman raises her eyebrows in a miffed expression that Ace … knows (oh no. Oh no-no-no this better not be what he thinks this is, his life is not a sci-fi show and this better not be that one episode those kinds of stupid dramas always throw in-), “I’m sorry, when did we agree on that?”

-“The alternative is to stand here and get caught and then explain to my father that no, he doesn’t actually have yet another illegitimate son running around. What’s your preference?”

-They go to the woman’s apartment.

-It’s Nyx’s apartment.

-Same address and nicknacks and everything. Just … missing all traces of Selena or Ace himself. There’s only a few traces of Lib and some scattered objects that clearly represent someone, but Ace doesn’t know who (he has a nasty suspicion its the teen in charge of this escape, the one with long black hair and strong magic and several braids that look a lot like Arra and Ulric braids but … off somehow).

-In the safety of the apartment that is Nyx’s but not, Nox introduces himself, then introduces the woman as … Nyx Ulric.

-Ace maybe gets weird looks from them when he gives into the urge to swear. Because really? REALLY? This is his life now.

-Nox gives him a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder and promises to have Shiva sort things out (then shrugs off the stares Nyx and Ace give him at the casual implication that he can boss around an Astral or three). Nyx shrugs and says Ace is free to take the couch, but only if he tells her stories about his world, once Nox and Ace convince her that yes Ace is from another world.

-Naturally, because fate hates Ace, the Libertus of this world walks in on them in the middle of their plotting. Libertus is even more skeptical about a “Lucis Caelum from another world” but Ace has pictures of him and Nyx and Lib and those plus his braids (which are similar but also not to the Galahdian braids they are used to) is enough to sway him.

-It takes a week for Nox and apparently the rest of this dimension’s Astrals to sort everything out (Nox comes back to the apartment at one point snarling about wanting to kick dragon tail and roast fish innards, Ace can relate), during which Libertus and Fem!Nyx alternate between tiptoeing around him and pestering for information (Nyx goes … very, very quiet when Ace asks about her Selena. Ace doesn’t ask again, and is grateful when Nyx lets herself be distracted with pictures of her counterpart)

-(“I’m hot,” she announces smugly, “Lib you owe me twenty gil.” To which Lib sputters, because apparently that bet had been made five years ago when drunk and could not be expected to be valid because really what are the chances of running into an alternate dimension Lucis Caelum that knows a male Nyx? Fem!Nyx gets her money anyway with a mischievous grin that makes Ace ache a little inside).

-Nox, who is far more entertaining to be around than Ace expected another Lucis Caelum to be, finally gets things sorted out and arranged for his return. Ace shows up at his proper apartment a week after tripping into another world and is instantly mobbed by a frantic Lib, Nyx, and Selena who do not believe him about parallel worlds until Ace whips out the photos and phone recordings he got.

-(“Huh,” Nyx breaches the silence after they’ve all seen the video other!Libertus took for him of Fem!Nyx and Nox kicking each other around a training ground, “I’m hot.” Ace laughs, Lib just groans and slaps Nyx on the back of the head because that’s not the issue here, Nyx.)

[jenovahh]

Comm 06 - SFW - Twinkle

Rating: Teen Tags: Fem!OC/Crystal Exarch, Fluff

Commission for @illycia! A pleasure to work with, loved working on something cute. ===========================================================

Night time had fallen over the Crystarium, the city somehow still bustling despite moonlight returning to its inhabitants. Travel between shards was a fickle thing, leaving Runi unable to figure out how many hours difference lay between the Source and the First. She had slowly begun to narrow it down though, allowing her to come back just a few minutes early for her scheduled meeting.

Her dress billowed around her as she descended the stairs by the Cabinet of Curiosity, her hands holding the front of her skirts to ensure she did not fall. The very picture of grace and beauty as the moonlight shined off her snowy hair, she would have gathered the attention of many had there been people around. At this time of night it was quiet; only a few people remained to work and could only offer her a slight bow or a small smile as they went about their tasks. Runi was thankful for it anyhow, being able to simply go about her evening in peace as she made her way to the appointed meeting place.

It would seem her companion had not made it yet, but she was in no rush. Things as they were, all she could do was wait; with everyone throwing themselves into their research until she could throw herself at a primal. It’s best to enjoy this sliver of quiet she thinks, for she doesn’t doubt it’ll be long for when she’s bouncing between shards and taking down primals and fighting Garlean dignitaries once more.

The Miqo’te took the time to enjoy her surroundings; her adventures did not oft bring her to this wing of the Crystarium, and she was taken away by its beauty. Idly, she wondered if there was a way for her to bring the plant life of the Lakeland region back to the Source, to be able to propagate seeds and leaves for her own garden. Just the thought puts a small smile on her face as she stands beneath the boughs of the great tree, reaching her hand out to catch petals and leaves as they fall.

Caught in her thoughts, she squeals as she is suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings, reaching for her weapon as she prepares to jump away from whoever managed to sneak up on her.

“Runi!” A masculine voice calls, and it takes a moment for her eyes to focus. Garnet colored hair that bleeds into silver enters her vision, a crystalline hand upraised as one of flesh is. Ruby eyes are wide in alarm, seeming as surprised as she was.

“By the Twelve, ‘Raha,” She breathes, placing a hand over her racing heart. “I don’t know how you managed to sneak up on me!” She huffs angrily, taking a few steadying breaths.

“Pray forgive me,” His gentle voice soothes her immediately as he slowly steps closer to her. Bending slightly, he caresses her face with his left hand, her neck already craning into its warmth as they rise together. “At the risk of sounding like a poet, I had found myself far too enchanted with your beauty as you stood underneath this tree.” He admits, taking her hand in his.

Runi feels her cheeks turn pink at his words, her eyelashes fluttering at his compliment. “Is that so?” She questions, allowing him to take her hand in his.

The Exarch, no, G’raha Tia, her ‘Raha, smiles so warmly that it makes her heart do flips. His full, pink lips pull into an earnest smile, accenting his youthful, yet wizened features. Despite how often she has looked at him, she cannot stop herself from being as equally enamored by him as he is with her; her eyes tracing his features, admiring what is still flesh, and what is now crystal. Her hand reaches out to caress his face herself, his ears flicking backward as he basks in her warmth, a low, rumbling purr vibrating through his chest.

“Quite.” He takes her hand to place a kiss to its palm, smiling against her skin. “Are you ready for our evening together?”

Nodding, Runi allows him to twine their fingers together, and lets him take the lead.

“So then, does my lady have any wishes for how she wants to spend her evening?” The Exarch prompts, their steps slow as they meander their way from the great tree.

“I thought I was here at your invitation, ‘Raha.” Runi huffs, her tail swaying happily behind her. Usually, she would not dare call him by name out in public, but so few people are around, she can say it quietly between the two of them.

His laughter is rich and welcome to her ears. “That you are. Might I offer you my own personal tour of the Crystarium?” he asks, giving her hand a squeeze. “We could spend bells here in the Trivium alone.”

“So you intend to bore me?” She teases. She has no doubt in her mind that he could easily go on for bells about the plant life in here alone; its many uses, its purpose, what it means to the Crystarium as a whole.

And even if he did, she would hang on his every word.

“My only intention is to spend my time with you.” He murmurs softly, the affection in his eyes so strong it nearly floors her. Face flushing red, she turns for a moment, unsure what to say. Already, she can feel his amusement behind her, knowing how she reacts when he loves her so openly. “I actually had the mind to ride the gondola here; if that is to your liking?”

“That sounds wonderful.” She tugs on his hand and he chuckles as she pulls him along.

The Exarch is ever the gentleman as he leads her to the water’s edge, offering his hand out to her to keep her steady as she steps onto the gondola. He immediately refuses her offer to help row, taking the paddle in hand. The setting is peaceful, with the sound of his gentle rowing as the water laps at the sides. “My love,” he begins, giving her a warm smile, “I have wanted to show you this for some time now.” Turning away, he gazes at the lavender leaves as they fall from the trees. “On nights where my mind is particularly troubled, I come here to clear it. I would row the boat to the center of the lake, finding myself calmed being surrounded by water.”

Returning his smile, she nods in agreement. “You’re right. I find it relaxing as well.”

“If you would give me but a moment,” he pauses, stopping his rowing. Raising his crystalline hand, he gives her a confident smirk. “There is something else I wished to show you…” With a snap of his fingers, lights flicker on around the lake, reflecting off the waters much like the stars in the sky.

Turning this way and that, Runi finds herself enchanted. “G’raha…” she whispers in awe, “The lights! They are beautiful…”

Clearly pleased with her response, she watches as he settles himself down in the gondola to sit in front of her. “I have but one request, if you will indulge me.” He asks, reaching for her hand which she eagerly gives him.

“For showing me this magnificent sight?” She beams, her rubellite eyes sparkling. “Anything is yours. What did you have in mind?”

Taking a breath, his cheeks have a faint dusting of pink. “Do you remember years ago, during our time in NOAH? Perhaps it is far more recent for you than I…” he trails off with a chuckle. “Do you recall how I would oft have nightmares, and how you would sing to me?” When she nods, he visibly relaxes. “In that time I have waited, I had never forgotten the sound of your lullabies to soothe me on many a sleepless night. To hear you sing again with my own ears, instead of solely relying on my memory…”

Runi swears her face goes as red as his hair. “You were awake? All those times? And you remembered?”

He clutches her hand tighter in his, giving her an earnest look. “As I had researched night after night on how to save this world, your lullabies would soothe me no matter how troubled I felt. Pray forgive me, if this is too much of a request.”

She had never expected him to hand onto a memory of those times, especially considering… “Nothing is too much, as far as you are concerned, my love. It has merely been what feels like ages since I have sung. I have not since you had...left us. But now, you are here, and I would be delighted to sing for you.”

“Thank you my love.”

Closing her eyes, several lullabies run through her mind, until one in particular from one of those late nights outside the Crystal Tower comes to the forefront. Taking a deep breath, the melody flows forth with ease, as if she had never let go of the habit. He hangs on her every note, every rise and fall of her song, his own eyes closed to surround himself in her song. With time, eventually G'raha stands to begin rowing them back to shore, listening to her lullabies the entire way.

Once again, he helps aid her out of the gondola, laying a steadying hand on her back as she holds her skirts while they make their way back up the stairs.

“Runi?”

“Yes, ‘Raha?” She inquires, finding they’ve somehow stopped at the markets. Mostly everything is closed save the bar. Midnight was fast approaching, and most stalls had closed up for the night.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, already beginning to tug them toward a table. “And before you say no, I swore I heard your stomach growl quite audibly a minute ago.”

She can’t help but giggle, having already prepared herself to decline as she didn’t want to impose any further on his hospitality. “Did you already know I was going to say no?”

“Of course.” He pecks her on the cheek, enjoying the way she flushes red. “Which is why I already came prepared.” He leads the two of them to a nearby table, the both of them sitting down as he reaches into his pack that lies somewhere in his robes. In seconds he pulls out a small basket, filled to the brim with homemade sandwiches.

Runi’s eyes light up immediately as he places them on the table, his fingers deftly undoing his careful packaging. Gesturing to the basket, he pulls a sandwich out, offering it to her. “Well?”

Taking it from him, she smiles warmly. “Thank you.”

Companionable silence settles between them, allowing Runi time to her thoughts. Sneaking glances, she watches as Exarch even stands to head to the bar to request glasses of water to help wash their food down. His care for her speaks volumes; it is a wonder how he came to be a Tia rather than a Nuhn.

It is an even greater wonder how she ever saw him anything less than the man he was.

That wasn’t to say she never saw him as a man; but not one she saw herself being interested in romantically. He still retained the boyish features of his youth, but even though the tower had frozen him in time, there was no hiding the knowledge and wisdom of a man who had waited a hundred years for her. Back then as a young adventurer herself, it was easy to see him as nothing but a younger brother. Though she had to wonder, did she really?

She had fallen so hard, so fast for “The Exarch”, even though her heart of hearts knew who lay beneath the cowl. No amount of mystery and vague wording could shield him from her, and perhaps he had known this as well. The conversation they had by the cliff still plays in her mind's eye sometimes, amusing her at how hard he had tried to protect her, and ended up giving himself away anyway.

A giggle escapes her at the thought, prompting his ears to perk up in question. “What’s the matter?” He asks, swallowing a final bite of his sandwich.

“Oh, nothing much,” Runi begins, taking a sip of her water. “I was merely lost in thought, and remembered how hard you had tried to conceal your identity from me, Crystal Exarch.”

It is the Exarch's turn to blush bright red now, which in the time she has known him as older and wiser, is not so easy a feat. It is times like this his boyish features shine through the man he had become. “Well, it certainly was not without great effort on my part.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head. “What had given me away? I am curious.”

Reaching across the table, she traces patterns on the back of his left hand. “The conversation we had on the cliff.” She answers, watching as he turns his hand over so that her fingers trace the lines in his palm.

“Ah, was it then?” He muses, resting his chin on his spoken hand. She can feel him staring at her again, most likely giving her that starstruck look. His was different from the masses, though. Runi was used to being looked at with awe and wonder. But the way he looked at her…

“Your wish to adventure with me was the big give away.” She chirps, giving his hand a loving squeeze. “But, it worked in your favor still. It had helped me realize…my feelings for you.” She admits shyly.

“Well. Full glad am I that your perception was as strong as ever. I don’t know if I could bear to spend another century of wishing to be by your side.”

“Oh, stop it…” She grumbles, feeling like a blushing maiden. “You say such embarrassing things.”

“I’ve not been one to consider myself overly romantic,” he begins, twining their fingers once more, “but I find myself needing to express how much you amaze me. She, who I summoned across the rift to save this shard from certain doom, managed to do just that, while also saving the one who intended to sacrifice himself for her.” He does not hide the reverence in his voice as he praises her deeds. “Perhaps they are things you’ve oft heard before, but know that they come from the heart--”

Unable to take it anymore, she rises just enough to press her lips to his across the table, uncaring for the moment if anyone will see. The Exarch responds in earnest, his lips pressing against hers just as fiercely. When he nips her bottom lip she gasps in surprise, tasting his laughter as he deepens the kiss. She whimpers into his mouth, breath coming fast as they finally part. Nothing is said for a few moments as they merely breathe each other’s air.

A cough from the bar grabs their attention, the two of them turning red as a rolanberry as they seemed to forget that while the markets were empty, they were not that empty. “Perhaps we should,” he stammers as he stands, bringing her along with him. The two of them clean up and scuttle off like adolescents caught by adults.

"Do you think they'll tell anyone?" Runi asks as they stroll slowly through the Crystarium.

"Unfortunately my love, I believe our relationship is possibly the worst kept secret through all of Norvrandt," he chuckles. “Maybe we should continue the rest of our evening in the Ocular?” He proposes, already directing them to the closest aetheryte shard.

“Well then, are you inviting me back to your rooms?” She teases, to which the Exarch gives her a sly look.

“To discuss educational, scholarly topics of course.” He grins, linking their fingers together, choosing to take the scenic route instead, allowing him to spend extra time with her.

“Then I will gladly come along.” Runi giggles, their hands swinging between them as the stars twinkle above.

[novaeagle]

An absolute photo dump, but I got sentimental about just how MUCH Casimir has gone through in his relatively short FFXIV Roleplay life. He’s already been through a lot in other roleplays, but just in Final Fantasy alone he’s gone through so many changes. He started out as a Miqo’te, and has changed from male to female about four times before finally changing back to his normal Hyur Male self.

Personality wise he’s gone from an edgy and battle loving Black Mage to a somber, brooding, family man of a Dark Knight who just wants to settle down with his wacky family and raise his kids. He’s fought demons, been possessed by Paracasual Wish Dragons, given birth, SIRED a child, adopted orphans, was captured by slavers, has hunted down sex rings, and has died and been revived so many times he’s lost count and just wishes for a final death now. (Tl;dr on the death thing, he dies but gets revived due to some wacky magic brought in from another universe. Also his gods either hate him or need him because they keep kicking him out of their afterlife.)

Above: Fem!Casimir and (his/her) brother, a man called simply “Mr. Grumpy”.

Below: Miqo’te Casimir and his friend (who will later become his wife) Raven.

Below: The first GOOD Gpose shot I got of Casimir as a Black Mage.

Below: Casimir when he first reached Level 60 DRK. Roleplay wise he had dissapeared from his family to pursue the Dark Knight Quest, ensuring he didn’t hurt them accidentally. He later returned and was turned into a Female for the first time.

Anyways, these are some of my favorite/best Screencaps I’ve taken of my madlad, and even though I’ve fallen hard out of the Roleplay community on FFXIV due to joining an active FC and grinding for the Endgame stuff, I still like to travel back to it and see who’s all Roleplaying and visit old friends.