#oviine beaulieu

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Happy Pride!

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Elezen...

Elezen players should reblog this with their Elezen so I can look at more pretty elves. ♥

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Should I call them the Fab Four?

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Extremely belated All Saints' Wake from the girls!

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Oviine and Ysayle first kissed after Sohm Al. They had been talking a lot more in private lately, discussing goals, hopes dreams. Ysayle asked Oviine, "Do you feel the way that I do?"

Oviine replied, "And how is it you feel?"

"That my life would be much better, were you always by my side."

And then they kissed.

Had a really shitty day (and it's not over yet!) Anyone wanna share the story of their WoL/OC's and their partner(s)' first kiss? Could use something fluffy and sweet rn.

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Countdown to Dawntrail: Heavensward

"I am a lady of House Dzaemel. I can also help you."

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Countdown to Dawntrail: Dawntrail

I would like to reach out my hand Oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (on my way, on my way) Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah Well, pick me up with golden hand And oombayseeyou, oombaytellyou to run (on my way, on my way) Omabadee, seemoobadeeyah

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Countdown to Dawntrail: Endwalker

First, you both go out your way and the vibe is feeling strong And what's small turned to a friendship, a friendship turned to a bond And that bond will never be broken, the love will never get lost

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A cute moment between wives.

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

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

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anyways, enjoying round 4 of Endwalker

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artificial — for the single-word drive!

"Thus, using the black auracite, Athena was able to transform herself into a being far more powerful than the average Ancient. 'Theos' rivaled the transformed forms of Convocation members. Yet, she thankfully fell short of her aspirations, and her soul laid to rest."

Oviine nodded as Sigrun dictated her report to her, her pen working quickly. "That such a device could transform a person..."

"Thankfully, we took her out." Sigrun sat back in her chair. "Hopefully, her reincarnation won't be a problem."

"Meteor showers are not terribly common, but we can stay prepared." Oviine looked at her friend earnestly, pushing back a strand of tight curls behind her ear and away from her glasses. "I appreciate you sharing this with me. It could help future generations."

"Do you think people will believe this?"

"That a madwoman took an artificial device and tried to make herself God? There's far more ridiculous that's easier to believe."

That was true. There were some surviving records of the Ancients, no doubt partially thanks to reborn souls blessed with the Echo, recalling the world before the Sundering. Perhaps Venat, she who did not eagerly seek godhood, left some tidbits lying around while waiting for the right Warrior at the right time to find it.

Sigrun thought about power. She had considerable power: the Echo, her combat training, her own experiences. She asked herself, is it enough?

She remembered Gaius, who had been blindsided by an Ascian. Thordan and the Heavens Ward, whose corrupt faith sought to keep Ishgard at war. Zenos. The Ascians.

She remembered those that slipped through her fingers. Moenbryda, whom she wondered if Urianger still cried about. Minfilia, to whom she never disclosed her feelings. Haurchefant, who would never see their child grow up. Papalymo, whom she knew Lyse still missed. Ardbert and his friends, damned despite their efforts.

She had to let them go, for her sake. For their own.

Sigrun couldn't fathom Athena's grasp for power. She was satisfied with her own.

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Girls...

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Out and about.

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❝ i would say i don't know what's wrong with you but i actually do and that's the problem. ❞

Oviine’s return to Ishgard was getting complicated. She had expected that, because her father had taken her and run off when she was small and before he transitioned, no one would recognize her. As luck would have it, her old wet nurse recognized her. "I'd know those hazel eyes anywhere," she'd declared.

The thing with being a member of one of the great houses was that you lacked the ability to move in stealth. Now Oviine had to quickly come up with an excuse as to why she was here. The astrologians--Ishgard's own, not that riffraff from Sharlayan, of course--needed her to continue her studies. She had been careful to leave her rosaries and anything that might flag her as a heretic with Ysayle and her followers. No one could find out that Oviine was scouting for recruits, as well as trying to find out more about this "Warrior of Light" that had come to her hometown.

Unfortunately, her former wet nurse still worked for House Dzemael, and Oviine’s cousin Grinnaux had caught wind of her return. Now Oviine stood with a letter in his writing, saying to meet with him. Surely you remember where the manor is, it read.

Oviine arrived shortly after Grinnaux had, dressed in a warm, ankle length wool dress. He was in the shiny white armor of the Heavens Ward. "Grinnaux!" She gave him a warm, toothy smile. "My, you've grown even taller than I've expected. Uncle must be--"

"Why are you here?"

"...you didn't hear? The astrologers find me to be a worthy--"

"You're shit at lying." His lavender eyes studied her, judged her harshly.

Oviine exhaled softly. "I assure you, whatever you think it is--" And pray, do not think it's anything to do with Ysayle. I can't bear the thought of putting her in danger, even by association.

"You're cavorting with that foreigner and her entourage, aren't you?"

...what? "Grinnaux, I haven't even met her yet. All I know is that she's a Viera with black and green hair and substantial...endowments."

Oviine was confused. Grinnaux had always dreamed of being a knight. She remembered how they played Knights and Dragons as children. But now he was spewing nonsense and paranoia. Surely, Thordan wouldn't suffer this...

"I'm so sorry, Oviine," Grinnaux began, "but I'm afraid I must bring you to my brothers for questioning."

"For what purpose? Our laws state--"

"We must see to it that you are not a threat to Ishgard."

"I'm a part of this city, as much as you are!"

"You've been gone for 25 years! You're as much a foreigner as the Warrior of Light." For a second, his face softened. He was once again the rowdy little boy that had been her favorite cousin. "You're foreign to me."

Oviine fought back tears, her fists balled. "I would say 'I don't know what's wrong with you', but I do. And that's the problem. You're so deep into your role of Knight of the Heavens Ward that you'd turn your back on family, just to appease the Archbishop and your brothers."

"You forgot that we serve the Fury first."

"But Halone does not smite when it is not just in Her eyes." It made sense to her now. "You've brought me here to arrest me, haven't you?"

"I admit it. An easy ploy, too. You trust too easily."

"Then arrest me, and show His Worship and your brothers how you lied to you cousin to look like a good little Halonic man."

Grinnaux was trapped now. If he erred on the side of caution, and was right, one heretic might fall--but so would his house's reputation. But if he was wrong, then Oviine was clever enough with words to turn many in their family against him, along with many in Ishgard. He'd look a fool. If she was with the Warrior of Light, a woman that had killed false gods, she was still a threat to Ishgard. That was his role in the Heavens Ward, correct? To safeguard the faithful and the Archbishop, right?

He looked up, and realized that Oviine had run out of patience for him and left. He kicked the snow, almost slipping on ice underneath.

It was time, he decided, to take his crusade to the Warrior of Light herself.