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[wlwaerith]

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH & CLOUD STRIFE FINAL FANTASY REMAKE INTERGRADE (2020) dev. Square Enix

[lavampira]

kiss prompts!! what about 46 for alia & minfilia?

ty sydney mwah!! 🖤

46. a lingering kiss before a long trip apart | ffxiv. d'alia liveq/minfilia warde. vaguely set during the post-2.0 patches. 895 words. [prompts]

The Solar greets D’alia with the all-encompassing warmth of the fireplace as she steps past the heavy door. Her eyes skim the stone room for the Antecedent, gliding past the armchair where she has spent many a late evenings dozing with her nose in her grimoire and a low-stoked fire for comfort, and settle on the familiar braided blond updo belonging to the woman hunched over a spread of parchments on her desk.

A testament to her focus, Minfilia doesn’t even look up at the reverberating footfall of her boots on the hard floor. At least, not until D’alia comes to a halt right in front of her desk and leans on splayed palms, rosy hair falling around her shoulders. Her lips twitch in the hint of a smirk as the other woman’s head snaps up at the realization of company.

She does not allow herself to dwell on an older fear, one rooted in bloodshed and kidnapping amidst their last headquarters, knowing it to be illogical to be vigilant at all bells while simply attending to her bureaucratic tasks. Nay, she suppresses those thoughts—they would not do when she is soon to depart on a task of her own. Instead, she releases a shaky exhale before widening her teasing grin.

“Minfilia, you wound me. What must I do to earn your attention before I leave?”

“Oh!” Eyes widening and a flush of pink blooming over her cheeks, Minfilia meets her gaze. “Forgive me, Alia. I seem to have lost myself in all this correspondence.”

“Naught to forgive. I know full well how busy you are, too.”

Minfilia grimaces as she rises to her feet. “An unfortunate truth.”

Weaving around the corner of the wooden desk, D’alia moves between her and the source of her distraction, and hoists herself onto its surface. As always when she does this, Minfilia’s laugh echoes light and airy through the room before she covers it shyly behind her hand. D’alia reaches for it, unfurling her fingers to lace with her own and place into her lap, and glances up at her with an unbidden smile.

Her hands have roughened with her years of adventuring and felling primals, but Minfilia doesn’t seem to mind as her thumb rubs idle circles into her bare skin. A soft sigh escapes her, enclosing D’alia’s hold with her other hand as well, their own entangled form of comfort in spite of the knowledge that they must part for a time. Again.

“It pains me to let you go,” Minfilia admits softly, squeezing her hand.

D’alia bites back the I despise leaving you that threatens to spill past her lips. ‘Twould only add to Minfilia’s guilt in having to remain behind in Revenant’s Toll, she knows, and the simple fact is that duty pulls them in separate but necessary directions, as oft the case and such as they have known since fitting themselves into each other’s lives this way. But in the deepest part of her very being, D’alia loathes to disappoint her.

“I shall return in no longer than a moon,” she assuages, dragging the hand still in hers to the silky pink ribbon that she had opted to tie around her thigh that morning, and she can’t entirely blame the warmth spreading across her skin on the nearby fireplace. “And you’ll be the first I see when I do, darling.”

And this, too, is a confession: Minfilia releases her only to cradle her face between her palms, an earnest and open desire in her gaze, and presses her lips against hers as she closes the gap between them. D’alia arches into her and her tail winds around her lover’s leg, stricken with fervent need to have her close with the deepening kiss. If she could hold onto this moment, and merge them together to carry in her heart on her journey, she would without hesitation.

‘Tis a crueler truth that her heart will remain in the Rising Stones when she departs.

D’alia allows her hands to roam, finding purchase on the soft curve of her waist and back of her neck to draw her nearer. She’s rewarded with a low hum that she feels more than she hears, and Minfilia breaks away with the quirk of her lips into a shadowed smile, leaning her forehead against her, almost as if unwilling to completely part, drawn by sheer magnetism. Their noses brush with the movement to prove the point, but it bothers neither, content to sit with the lingering breaths between them.

“Pray return to me hale and whole.” Minfilia’s lips ghost over hers when she finally speaks again, still not quite able to fully pull away from her, even as her fingers rake the rosy hair away from her face. “And spare me no details of your latest adventure.”

“As you wish.”

Another kiss to the corner of her mouth follows, her lover’s gratitude for granting her the boon of her promise, for she has never broken her word to her. And another, this one meeting the curved line of her jaw, hands gently tilting her head, and D’alia follows her guidance, pliant to her touch. Every lingering kiss trailing lower threatens to make her late, but she finds it more difficult to care.

For she would much rather cling to the phantom of Minfilia’s lips on her skin in the days to come.

[scionshtola]

oh those cuddle prompts are so cute!! what about 34 for corishtola? 💜

ty sydney!! sorry this took so long omg

34. leaning back against the other while they're hugging them from behind || 404 words || Endwalker location spoilers (but not plot!)

“‘Tis rather early to be at the library, isn’t it?”

The words are spoken softly, but the familiarity of the voice tugs Y’shtola’s attention from her reading, a tenderness unfurling warm and languid in her chest at the sound of it. She has just enough time to lower her book before Corisande’s arms wrap across her chest from behind. 

“You’ve returned,” Y’shtola says, lips tilting into a smile when Corisande presses a soft kiss to her temple. A tension she had not realized she was carrying eases when she catches the warm floral scent of their perfume, and she leans back against their chest, relaxing into their gentle hold. 

“I have,” Corisande answers, soft voice just above a whisper. She raises her head to speak in Y’shtola’s ear, teasing, “You did not arrive at the Noumenon early, did you?”

Y’shtola laughs, caught, and feels their answering laugh against her back. “I admit, ‘tis not an early start for me, but a rather late night.”

“In that case, might I persuade you to take a break?”

Y’shtola hardly needs convincing—the siren call of the Nouemenon’s endless collection of tomes has diminished since Corisande first spoke, and has little hold on her against the inviting warmth of their embrace. “Go on, then.”

“I was hoping you might join me for breakfast. We can stop by The Last Stand for those pastries you like, if you feel the need for fresh air after spending all night here. Or—” Corisande’s arms tighten around her, and she kisses Y’shtola’s cheek. “I can make you a nice breakfast in bed at home.”

Y’shtola considers her options, though she made her decision the moment Corisande slid her arms around her. “I do so love those pastries,” she muses.

Corisande kisses her cheek again, then uses one hand under Y’shtola’s chin to tilt her face toward theirs, and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “If that is what you want…”

Y’shtola turns in their arms and leans up to kiss them properly, both of them smiling against each other’s lips. Perhaps on another day she might not give up the game so early, but the simple truth is she had missed them. After so many days apart, there is little that appeals to her as much as a morning spent comfortably in bed together. Fresh air could wait until tomorrow. 

However… “Perhaps we can get the pastries to go.”

[anoramactir]

27 for your wrapped!!

27. ride the dragon by fka twigs.

[pinkfey]

ooo what about aylin?

oh the love of my life?? woman of my dreams?? the moonmaiden’s radiance?? epitome of every archetype i archetype?? dame aylin??

[katewalker]

37!

send me a number between 1 and 100 for the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped

[druidgroves]

ooo for alternate love interest how about georgia + lucy in a lucy lives au?

send me an OC + an alternate love interest for them and i'll tell you what i think

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT

they would be such a power couple together. they're both quick thinking & innovative & would be absolute power houses in getting settlements up and running. it's a good ship in an au where lucy is alive & mac is the fridged husband & it's good in an au where she never dies & it's a lucy/georgia/mac situation. literally all situations can be improved by unfridging your wives.

[hylfystt]

wait okay hold on a minute

[userkatekanearchived]

kate kane bc it was about time i doodled her ✨

i still dont know wtf to do for backgrounds so shoutout to red for all the inspiration and sharing its brush settings for sketching with me 💛

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[rivensbane]

oc smash or pass

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Neria (she/they), bisexual, 6'3. Nearly all of her personal info is redacted because a) she's a novel oc, b) i'm shy about sharing oc shit lmao

very old art of mine used above - i miss sketching my gorl 😔

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[myreia]

wip wednesday

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This is from a chapter of a thing I am working on for a prompt and I may have gotten carried away with Thancred's POV but... hm. Something will happen here eventually haha. General Shadowbringers spoilers.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Water sloughs off the great giant leaves of a plant he cannot name. The artificial rain begins above, misting across the vibrant foliage, droplets pooling in the creases of its leaves until it overflows and follows the predictable pull of gravity down. Most lands in the pot below.

The rest spatters on the floor.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound sets his teeth on edge.

Biting his tongue, Thancred opens his eyes and adjusts his position, ignoring the way sweat creeps across the nape of his neck as quickly as the droplets form on those leaves above. This was not his first choice, but as Y’shtola and Urianger have taken over the Cabinet of Curiosity, the twins are split between the Crystalline Mean and the Musica Universalis, Ryne returned to their apartment to rest, and the Wandering Stairs is dangerously alluring with its arsenal of wine and beer, there are precious few places left to be alone and think. A few Hortorium workers have taken note of him, but all have had the good grace not to inquire about his presence. Perhaps they welcome a rare new visitor watching their aquaculture in practice, or the look on his face has scared them off from asking.

Either way it suits him fine. He has no desire for trivial small talk.

Not when Aureia is dying.

Drip. Drip.

Fuck.

His crossed arms dig into his chest, his coat pulling taut in the shoulders. Strange how his mind makes all these useless connections. He would rather it didn’t. Perhaps the Hortorium was a mistake. That damn dripping is too close to rain, and thoughts of rain remind him of the outside world and the blistering sky above.

The mark of their failure. The mark of Aureia’s failure. They promised to return the night sky, and now…

His jaw clenches hard, dull pain radiating out through his teeth. It’s easy to recall when Aureia conquered the first lightwarden—the memory is seared on his heart. He was cutting through the woods in the far west of Lakeland, leading Ryne off the beaten path. Her pace was slow—stopping and starting, stopping and starting—falling further and further behind each time she paused to look at something in the distance. A dangerous thing to do in the middle of the woods with vermin all around and a powerful new sin eater sighted in the area. Finally, he had had enough. He rounded on her, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue—

He never said it.

The heavens ripped open. Ryne watched, back straight, silent and firm as the wound streaked across the sky from the north-east. From Holminster. He followed her gaze, hair raising on the nape of his neck, suspicion twisting in his gut. He reached over his shoulder for the hilt of his gunblade.

And then the sky rippled and bled black, as if every last bit of the everlasting light had been sucked out of it.

For the first time in her life, Ryne saw the night.

He knew, without question, what had happened. He knew Aureia had arrived on the First, knew she was bound to approach Lakeland’s lightwarden sooner rather than later. It was why he was ushering Ryne as far away from the Crystarium.

“Look, Thancred,” she said, her voice so small and yet so strong. “Stars.”

Stars. The likes of which Lakeland hadn’t seen in a hundred years. The likes of which they may never see again. He remembers those constellations; they were the same as the ones scattered across Mor Dhona’s skies.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He exhales a breath, staring absently at the rushing underground river and too-bright plants. Anything to push the memory from his mind. He allowed himself to become hopeful once Philia had been slain. Hopeful that there would be an end to this living nightmare. Hopeful that the First could be saved. Hopeful that Minfilia’s legacy would not be wasted in vain.

How could he not, after what they both just witnessed? How could he not, knowing that it was Aureia’s hand that changed the course?

Fool. Deep down he knew the solution was too easy, the ask too great. An expert in aetherology he is not, but he doesn’t have to be to recognize the simple truth: no one can contain that much light and keep it in check, not even the bearer of Hydaelyn’s blessing. But he chose to ignore what his instincts were screaming. It was easier that way. To choose to hope, rather than face the reality of the circumstances.

This is the one time where he wishes his instincts had not been proven right.

[wlwaerith]

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH & TIFA LOCKHART FINAL FANTASY REMAKE INTERGRADE (2020) dev. Square Enix

[lavampira]

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Even through the reflective glass, her light eyes pin D’alia in place and cut her to her core, almost certainly splaying her wide open for the root of all her concern to spill in the middle of the room.

[scionshtola]

32, 39 & 40 w/ corishtola for the otp asks :)

ty sydney! <3

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

tbh they've only ever really had one argument 😂 but if they do have a disagreement both of them are very open to just discussing it with each other! they both respect each other's opinions and point of view even if they don't agree

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

i headcanon joye and hilda as a couple (even though joye's married i think adfsd) and i think corishtola do like to hang out with them! i kinda think shtola and hilda would get along! and both of them have very sweet sharp shooting partners 😌 also a certain shb couple i think most ppl headcanon are like. the teen version of corishtola so it would be cute to me if corishtola took them out for coffee biscuits or something

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

it definitely goes both ways 😊they just both like each other a lot! and they know each other so well. it doesn't take much effort for either of them to make each other smile. (this was the first sign to anyone paying attention (tataru) that shtola had feelings for cori)

[gatheredfates]

FIVE SONGS I'M INTO RIGHT NOW ✧˖°.

I got tagged by @hylfystt to list five songs I'm into right now! As I wanted to wait until I listened to the new Bad Omens album (because I knew the songs would rotate rent free in my head) I can update accordingly. ✨

ANYTHING > HUMAN - Bad Omens & Erra

This life was all it had to be. Designed, but not for you an me. I never needed you to be anything more than human.

IT'S GOOD. IT'S SEXY. BEST SONG OF THE ALBUM. It's sooo industrial and I love it.

celestina [hushed] - Crywolf & Emalyn.

Hold my life until the beating of your precious heart decides to kill. I'll bleed for you, love.

I used this song for my Alaice edit! I love how soft/ethereal this version is. (There is also a new Crywolf album next week and I... am not ready.)

notre dame - Paris Paloma

I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here and I can see everybody at their worst points. At their worst points.

I had this song pretty much on repeat for the entirety of last week; it has no right to be this longing and this pretty.

And So My Heart Became a Void - Ursine Vulpine & Annaca

Now we're standing in the sunlight and I can't bear the sight of you. Oh, my lover, what's on your mind? You're caught between two ways of life, a way for you to find the light. One day we will reconcile but that will have to wait this time.

The whole Solace EP gives me huge Azem/Emet vibes (or, really, Azem/Any Ancient) but this song in particular just HITS right. It's love, loss and longing in a way that feels so grandiose and otherworldly, but you can still relate to the intent behind it even if it feels beyond you. I love it.

The End - Halsey

When I met you, I said I would never die. But the joke was always mine 'cause I'm racing against time. And I know it's not the end of the world, but could you pick me up at eight? 'Cause my treatment starts today.

I've been a Halsey fan for years and, as someone who has cared for people with chronic illnesses (mental & physical), as well as battling with my own... yeah. It hits a certain way. If you're going through the same, it feels very cathartic.

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[pinkfey]

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