#fffxiv ocs

[teratulip]

Back with another small batch of comms! I really love how these ones turned out!

Comms for Phennoix's Viera WoL and Clocktarvern's oc

[octiveartz]

My WOL just takes a selfie with any companion at their lowest. Oh no you crying!? *click* What *click* can *click* I *click click* do to help?

[bespectacledpaladin]

Some more Heavensward HaurcheWol because I love these two so freaking much it makes my heart hurt

Mostly gposes but I mixed in a couple of cutscene screenshots because they look amazing together okay?! Power couple of all time ⚔️

[laladventures]

Haunted House 👻

[starres-stuff]

Elftober 2023 Day 3 (peeled): Meal

"Who has time to sit down and eat these days! I am a busy woman. Most of the time I just grab a muffin or croissant from my bakery before I head into town."

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 3

Prompt :: You Pick! (Delight) Characters :: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Lorha Keipah Word Count :: 958

FFXIV Write 2023 Master List

A plate of pink cubes of gelatinous sweets, powdered liberally with snow sugar, was placed on the table that Nomin found herself seated at that evening at the Carline Canopy. One of her current companions that had come with her to see to levequests, or various jobs and quests around the city that may have been asked of them, had brought them over after putting them together. Luckily, this companion of Nomin’s was a Keeper of the Moon miqo’te who went by the name of Lorha. Being with her was like having a social shield that prevented people from shooing Nomin away on more than one occasion while they traveled around Gridania.

“Um…what…what exactly are these, Lorha?” Nomin finally asked, staring at the sugared cubes before her. She reached out and grabbed one, feeling it give even under gentle pressure.

“Ala Mhigan delights!” Lorha happily chirped in response. She sat down in the empty chair next to Nomin while waving to a waiter. Once the waiter had arrived, Lorha asked for some tea to accompany their treats.

“Did you get these from Ala Mhigo?” Nomin squished the confection between her fingers a couple times. Part of her was simply mesmerized by how the treat gave and slightly returned to form -- more so was she taken by how the snow sugar separated with cracks. The patterns reminded her of lightning.

“Oh no! I made them myself, actually!” Lorha sounded proud of herself as she reached over and took one of the treats and bit half of it. Her ears had perked up, and her tail curled forward and around her. It seemed that she was enjoying herself well enough.

Lorha then peeked over at Nomin. She noticed the auri still pinching and squishing the cube between her fingers.

“Try one! You said you like sweets, didn’t you? You’ll surely enjoy these!” Lorha urged, popping the other half of the delight into her mouth.

Bringing the cube she held to her nose, Nomin tentatively sniffed the confection. There were fruity hints that she could discern, though there were also some scents there that confused her. The scents that befuddled her were scents she had not once encountered on the Steppe in the past. It made her only somewhat reluctant.

Taking a tiny bite of the corner of the cube, Nomin pushed the sugary substance around in her mouth, allowing it to coat her tongue.

Lemon -- she could taste that for sure. She could swear she also tasted orange, but was not quite sure since she had only sampled a few of them in Limsa Lominsa last time she was there. Everything else was just sweet with a hint of a floral aftertaste. It was delicious, though -- Nomin could certainly see just why the Ala Mhigans would call this a delight.

“It’s delicious!” Nomin said, not too aware how surprised she sounded as she took another bite.

“Isn’t it just?” Lorha grinned and took up another confection. “You know, the origin of the delight isn’t really well known. I don’t even know it.”

“Nothing in Sharlayan that told you?”

“No, unfortunately. Then again, food and how good it tastes isn’t as diligently studied as some may hope.” Lorha took a bite of her new confection before placing a finger to her chin as she slowly chewed and savored the flavor. In her moment of thoughtfulness, she asked: “tell me, have you ever heard of archon loaf?”

“Um…no? What is that exactly?” Nomin put the rest of the delight into her mouth as she awaited an answer.

“Well! I’m glad you asked!” Lorha smiled, but it was not a smile that Nomin found herself feeling as if she were in good company. Lorha had turned to her bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped loaf of bread. It was dark and looked kind of like rye that she saw at the markets at the Shaded Bower. It was sliced and ready to be taken slice-by-slice whenever Lorha deemed necessary, it seemed.

Taking up one of the slices, Lorha used her fingers to break it in half and offer one such half to Nomin. Of course, Nomin was a little uncertain. That smile Lorha had made her feel uncertain. But she tentatively took the half-slice.

It was dense, and the bread did not feel quite…’right’ in her hold. However, Nomin brought the slice to her nose and sniffed. What she smelled almost repelled her. There was a stink of the ocean to it mixed with the earthy, sweet, and bitter scents of a myriad of vegetables.

Nomin definitely did not wish to try it now. However, curiosity compelled her as she nibbled at it.

Almost immediately, Nomin turned and spat whatever she did get back out of her mouth. She scraped her tongue against her teeth, trying to rid herself of the taste before putting the bread down and lunging forward for the tray of delights to snatch up a new one.

“The hells is in that thing?” Nomin asked, stuffing the whole cube into her mouth this time and keeping it there to coat the inside of her mouth with something much more appealing to her sense of taste and smell. Meanwhile, Lorha had been giggling gleefully, all while eating her bit of archon loaf without so much as a grimace.

“Sharlayan scholars have decided this is the best solution to hunger while maintaining their studies -- especially in the fields where aether is so abundantly necessary. If you need a quick boost to replenish your aether, this is your ticket to it,” Lorha replied, not answering the question. “It’s got fish, veggies, flour…your more important food groups that are rich in aether.”

“Ith fial…” Nomin replied, shoving another delight in her mouth.

[blucifer08]

Some art of my non-fffxiv OC, Ace

[tiredassmage]

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

inhALES OH THIS ONE IS. OH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW PERFECT THIS ONE MIGHT BE. Oh, oh no... oh, my heart... Okay, this is actually kind of the subject of a recent WIP that I'm still trying to feel out the execution of, so please look forward to it?? I'm gonna tackle this one specifically for the version of events where Astor ends up with Gaius.

But it's a complicated and messy one. It's not a feeling Astor likes, nor is he exactly keen to admit or discuss how its gnawed at him at times.

It's... in a strange, strange way... Gaius. I cannot remember if I've posted I think the one other fic where I've had them wrestle with this admission, but it rears its head in the Shadowbringers afterstory where the two of them are still trying to figure out exactly what's up with their relationship. They've slept together, they've called on one another more and more, and, by that point, they've said that they love one another, but words and labels just don't seem to cut it for Astor when he tries to settle on his feelings for the Garlean.

Before I get too off on a tangent about that, let me address why he's jealous of a man that... arguably, why would anyone think you'd be jealous of in his circumstances, after everything that's happened?

And that is because it's a tricky manifestation of Astor's bone-deep exhaustion with being a Warrior of Light by that point. At its worst, it can be an all but crippling, almost suffocating desire to get out of it all, but knowing he could never bring himself to say the words, that it'd just leave the burden of all the fighting, truths, and secrets to some other poor bastard that's maybe just as, if not more so, unprepared for all that entails than he was five years ago when all he wanted to do was maybe help where he could.

So, at that worst, he almost has to ask... Why in the seven hells didn't Gaius take the way out? Everyone thought he was dead. And who wouldn't, given the state of the Praetorium? Who would have leapt to the idea that the Black Wolf was the same man that had retired quietly to some nook or cranny of the world to just... take what time was left to him? Who could have blamed him, rightly?

And it's worsened by the bittersweet taste of this that Astor felt travelling to the First. Not a soul that hadn't already known him knew who he was or what he'd done. He was just another sinner trying to make do in a world gone to hells. To most of the people they met, it wasn't about fixing the whole damn world. It was enough that they eased what burdens they could in the moment.

It made him realize how much he missed it. How lost he really felt.

And, as if that wasn't enough, I think there's some few moments where Astor almost envies his resolve, the way he just put his head down and kept moving forward, certainly his experience that aids him in doing so. It's hardly a secret that the age difference between the two of them is plenty notable enough.

And that's maybe a better word for it... Envious. Quickly wrapped up in guilt for even having the thoughts and the doubts.

It's... all a little fucky and very often leaves me scrambling to reassure both of them that they're fine, please, you guys deserve happiness after all you've been through, we can figure out the details as we go, but... at the same time, they're human, so I think it's an important element to give room to breathe in their development - both for Astor as an individual character and for their relationship. Astor's really only ever been in one other committed one, and I think it shows in some unsteady, sometimes really sloppy strides they have.

At the end of the day though, they trust one another, and that means communication about these kinds of things is open, even if its not graceful or a topic they enjoy. It's important to address though, so they try their best.

[raltiaspringfinder]

Two healers making their way across the Azim Steppes.

[flights0ffantasy]

italics — applies sometimes

bolded — applies

bolded italics — applies greatly

fight honorably /  fight dirty  /  prefer close - quarters  /  prefer range /  chat during  / go silent /  low pain tolerance  /  high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts  /  attack steadily  /  go for the kill / aim to disarm  /  fight defensively  /  strike first  /  provoke easily  / provoke their opponent  / tease  /  get visibly frustrated  /  shout while attacking  /  use strategy  / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly  /  try to read their opponent before fighting /  fight wildly  /  fight calmly and / or apathetically  /  fight with anger  /  fight with excitement  /  fight because they have to  / fight because they want to  /  fight without regards to wounds  /  run away when wounded  /  hide wounds  /  take a blow to protect another  /  prefer a blade /  prefer a gun  /  prefer to use their ability /  prefer a bow  /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  /  their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle /  fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed /  use everything they have  /  hide their full potential  /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  /  behave arrogantly  /  brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  /  use brute strength  / avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings /  avoid damaging surroundings /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go  / mastered their skillset  /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  / elegant fighter /  accept defeat  /  refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent  /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls )  /  move efficiently  /  barely move  /  prefer to dodge  /  prefer to block  / defend their blindside  /  has no blindside  /  use all available advantages ( ex: use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back /  fight ruthlessly  /  show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready /  strike when opponent isn’t ready  /  fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight  /  has killed  / refuses to kill  /  want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

[teratulip]

Back with two FoM inspired comms for Reddeamon990 ^^ I had too much fun drawing them and I think I'm getting better and better with anatomy haha!

[sarenhale]

I literally can’t draw anything else so some stupid Zenos/Aydee sketches is what you get

[k-ael]

My WoL says hello! 

[moon-keepers]

you lookin' at me?

[carricnailo]

"Care for a duel?"

Day 28 of Miqovember! I love my red mage glam so much I couldn't help but take another photo.