#yugiri x wol

[annieruthie]

FFXIV Write 2024 | Day 2 | Horizon

Spoilers: Stormblood Level 64

Characters: Annie Ruthie (Warrior of Light) Yugiri Mistwalker

See end of work for notes ^-^

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“Giri,” Annie called.

The seated figure on the coastline turned in response, expression softening after catching glimpse of who was speaking. Her daggers were sprawled out onto the rock beside her. “Forgive me for making you search,” she called in response. Annie shook their head, “No matter.” They planted a kiss on Yugiri’s forehead as they took their seat.

Annie listened closely as Yugiri began to speak. They leaned their head against the Raen’s, fingers intertwining. “- That you even spoke with my mother and father,” she said, tears barely making it down her cheeks before Annie was wiping them away with their thumbs. The Raen chuckled in appreciation and self-deprecation. “My apologies, I don’t mean to-” she started, interrupted by Annie’s lips on hers. Yugiri smiled as Annie’s head found its way atop her chest. The pair remained in solemn silence for minutes on end, simply basking in the rare, quiet presence of the other. Annie watched as the sun slowly set into the horizon over yonder.

“You know I love you, right?” they asked to Yugiri.

Annie felt Yugiri let out an approving moan into the top of their head.

It was then that the pair noticed an imperial airship within the clouds.

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A short one to start out with. I've been wanting to write this scene for ages; this was such a beautiful scene between Annie and Yugiri and I want to do it justice. I'm still not completely satisfied with it, but that's the point of this, isn't it?

@bananarose for gpose credits ♡ you handled them beautifully

[trashasaurusrex]

YUP!!!!!!!!! MHM!!!!!!!

[kamille-is-real]

I love my stupid lizard and her girlfriend

This is based off a piece of Persona 5 fanart done by @ca3_crazyanime3 on twitter

https://twittervx.com/ca3_crazyanime3/status/1788932484555514017?t=YwbUGOALIPj01XrefXRfJQ&s=19

[windup-dragoon]

FFXIVwrite 2023

Prompt - Fish out of Water A person away from his or her usual environment or activities

Content Warning: Mention of Pregnancy, Endwalker MSQ

Word Count: 1549

Set during the months between finding a new route to the void, Kiri asks that Zero and Estinien accompany her to Doma to pay Hien a visit. Although out of place, Zero is never too far away from Kiri.

Zero was truly a fish out of water if there had ever been one. From Radz-at-han, Garlemald, and to the warm climate of Doma, all an exciting, if not exhausting new experience.

She could manage well enough with her fellows beside her, namely Kiri who could talk her way out of a paper bag with a laugh and a charming smile. Estinien too was never far behind, mindfully watching Kiri throughout the months they spent together. With them, Zero felt it a little easier to breathe. They never expected her to be anything else but herself.

This week, in-between talks of how best to reach the 13th again, they were given pardon to a little field trip of sorts. A short visit to Doma at Kiri’s request which no one seemed inclined to deny. Vrtra would stay at Radz-at-han in case news developed in the meantime, the trio sailing for Doma the next morning.

“You are attuned to the aetheryte in Doma, are you not?” Zero asked abruptly as they filed off one ship in Kugane only to greet another, smaller, boat to take them further. “Surely you could have gone ahead.”

“Aye,” Estinien, hauling a small bag of goods, climbed the boat first before offering a hand to the warrior of light.

Kiri accepted happily, a smile brightly painted on her face as she gave Estinien a pat on the cheek. “And miss this sorta attention? Never.”

Since having met her in person, away from the shadow of Zenos, Zero had noticed a change in the silver haired woman. Always smiling, always a hand close to her stomach. She had begun to wonder if the food at Radz-at-han was simply too rich for Kiri. Excessive eating of, albeit delicious, food would certainly have an effect.

But when Zero thought to bring it up, Kiri would simply smile and hum with her melodious laughter.

“Truthfully,” Kiri began once they had taken off from port, her hand gliding on the water's surface. “Using the crystal to travel upsets my stomach.” She gave a soft pat of her belly, looking dreamily out at the Ruby sea. “And the fresh air is nice, ain’t it?”

From the Ruby Sea to a small village named Namai, the trio traveled with light, idle banter. Estinien and Zero would clear the path of monsters or the ilk while Kiri diverted their attention to point out flora she liked or to show Zero tiger cubs watching them from the brush malms away. The scenery itself was colorful to Zero’s eyes, different from Radz-at-han certainly, but still appealing. Now only if they serve spicy curry…

At Namai they were greeted by a woman, Yugiri, who seemed well acquainted with Kiri. Small of stature but strong of presence. Politely she introduced herself and in typical Zero custom, a tilt of her hat was given in return.

“I apologize on behalf of Lord Hien,” Yugiri started once they were on their way again. “He is otherwise occupied in a meeting with G'raha Tia at the moment.”

“G'raha?” It was in unison that Kiri and Estinien replied, making Zero look them over curiously.

“It was at Lord Hien’s request that they meet.” Yugiri continued, a small smile on her lips. “He was eager to meet the famed G'raha Tia that you speak so fondly of.”

Kiri and Yugiri shared a light chuckle that had Zero feeling as though she missed some context. Partly she wondered what tales Kiri had told them of G'raha, and partly wondered if Kiri spoke of her as well.

Kiri had a way about her storytelling that always felt like a vivid dream. Zero found herself wanting to hear everything about Kiri; especially the stories where she could hardly speak without breaking into a rumbling fit of laughter. Did she weave stories about their time together as well? Nothing funny particularly stood out in Zero’s mind, but deep down, in some unknowable place in her heart, she hoped Kiri told extravagant stories of their shared experiences. For what purpose she did not yet understand, only that she hoped Kiri’s face lit up for her the way it did for everyone else.

Reaching Doma wasn’t particularly interesting for Zero. She silently took in the landscape, recognizing acts of war that had ravaged it with a heavy heart. But yet the villagers of Namai had been in high spirits, working toward a brighter future. And the enclave was no different. Children raced down the streets while adults went about their daily chores, turning to smile as they made their entrance from the pier.

There was hope to be seen in these faces. War wasn’t eternal to them, not like the conflict that made the void so dreadful. Would she one day know this feeling? Or hear children laughing while playing in patches of warm sunlight? Was there hope for the 13th?

“Kiri!” A voice intruded on Zero’s thoughts as two men emerged from the manor before them. G'raha tagged along behind the first, giving Zero and Estinien a brief wave.

“Oi, havin’ friends over without me, eh?” Kiri laughed. The man, while practicing an air of sophisticated calm, practically raced up to the group and indulged himself in lifting Kiri off the ground in an embrace.

Together they danced, laughing and teasing each other with small, fluttering kisses on the cheek. Zero, much like Estinien, turned away as if she were the one intruding on their personal time.

This was the man that Kiri spoke so frequently about, Hien. Zero recognized him from countless descriptions she had been told as she and Kiri ate bowls of curry in Radz-at-han. Seeing them together now only made it easier to see why Kiri enjoyed talking about him. Like watching sunlight on a summer afternoon. They felt bright and warm.

Hien put Kiri back on her feet before kneeling, his hands carefully placed on her rounded stomach. Zero cocked a brow, again feeling as though she shouldn’t be watching.

“Hello to you too, little one. I’ve missed you both.” He spoke so softly Zero thought perhaps she misheard him.

To Estinien, Yugiri, and G'raha, Zero turned, head tilted slightly. “She is with child?”

The group exchanged a wide eyed look, Yugiri being the first to smile before the men. “Yes she is.”

G'raha cleared his throat, attempting his best effort not to laugh. “Her stomach wasn’t nearly so round when she first met you, was it?”

Zero shuffled in place, crossing her arms as she gave it some thought. “…The food at Radz-at-han is very amenable… And she is never far from a plate of fruits…”

At this Estinien howled and G'raha choked on laughter.

“What? It isn’t too abstract to believe, is it?”

Yugiri gently placed a hand on Zero’s shoulder, smiling in a similar manner as Kiri would have. “You’re absolutely right about that. If there is one thing Kirishimi loves, it’s good food.”

“What’s this ‘bout food?” Practically deserting Hien where he stood, Kiri eagerly stepped closer to her fellows. She wore the look of a cat who had heard the dinner bell. 

A light flutter of laughter echoed amongst the party while Zero steadied her attention to Kiri. She truly was a fish out of water. When you exist in a world without reason to celebrate such things as new life, a world that had no use for newborn children, what then did one do in such circumstances? 

In any other situation, Zero would approach Kiri about it, asking for clarification of customs. One should be happy to hear the news of a child, right? Perhaps say something pleasant, like … good job? You did well? None seemed to suffice, at least not in her mind. 

Briefly she wondered about her own mother, and all the other mothers and newborn children that existed in her world before it was torn apart. Before darkness swallowed any sort of happiness or joy. A heaviness filled her chest as the thought expanded. How warm had her mothers embrace been? Was this what it meant to trust and love someone? The trust one held for their mother, the very reason for her existence. 

“Zero?” Kiri’s voice chimed like a bell beside her, drawing her away from the bitterness that tightened her throat. The Warrior of Light had moved closer, her head tilted in her typical curious fashion. “Everythin’ alright?” 

Everyone else had started a new conversation, a discussion of a planned dinner, of course. But for once, Kiri hadn’t been a part of it. Zero looked away, crossing her arms again. “..What does one say when you are happy for them?” 

Kiri blinked in response. “What’cha mean?” 

“To you. I want to say I am happy for you but I don’t know how to express it. Certainly there is a custom for this, right?” Zero never met Kiri’s eyes as she spoke, but the gentle hum of a laugh was more than enough for her. 

“Ohhh.” Her laughter grew, bright and contagious as always. “Oh Zero, you can say ‘Congratulations!’ Or just sayin’ yer happy for me is more than enough.” 

Before Zero could repeat the chosen word, a pair of arms wrapped around her. She stammered a hushed ‘congratulations’ before pulling at the brim of her hat. 

“Thank you, Zero.”

[ladyofvoss]

"Your move, khagan" "Shush, I'm thinking"

The Prince of Doma challenges the Warrior of Light to a 'friendly' game, which she happily accepts.

She soon regrets that decision.

[oguribep]

A quick pic I took to accompany a little short story I wrote that you can read here

edit: I forgot about tags again oop

[moonbnnuy-ffxiv-edition]

Nugiri!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Bodyguard

Day 22 of Fluffvember: Bodyguard. Agi enlists help with the Blasphemies. Estinien is worried about her. SFW.

“So, erm…what’s he doing here?” Hien nodded towards Estinien, who was predictably leaning against a wall in the Doman Enclave.

Agnes grinned. “Oh, you mean my wonderful husband? He’s here to assist with the Blasphemy, as is G’raha Tia.” G’raha owed me from the Light I absorbed. He can be a bard again and shoot it in the face. “I’ll be providing advice and such but not taking an active role.” She patted her growing belly. “I made a promise.” Esme, I promised your father no more fighting until after you’re here. A promise is a promise!

Hien chuckled. “Ah I see. And here I thought you brought a bodyguard with you!”

G’raha laughed.

Agnes laughed.

Hien and Yugiri laughed.

Estinien did not.

“Aye, I’m her bloody bodyguard. And if anyone even looks at her to suggest she fight, they’ll taste my lance.” He growled, making eye contact with Hien, who continued to laugh nervously.

Yugiri rolled her eyes. “As if we would put Agi and her child at risk—”

“She’s my child too.” Oh dear. Here we go…

“We wouldn’t—” Hien began.

In about two strides, Estinien stood in front of Hien and looked down at him. Oooooh dear. “Listen here, my lord. Let me be clear---my wife is not fighting your Blasphemy. She isn’t fighting any Blasphemy. She’s done enough for this star. Am I clear?”

Oh for fuck’s sake. Agnes put a hand on his arm. “Love, Hien and Yugiri weren’t suggesting I fight. Between you, G’raha, Hien, and Yugiri I think we’re good. Shall we go for a walk?” Before you throttle Hien?!?!?!

With a grunt, Estinien allowed his wife to lead him away from the group back to the river. “Love—”

“You are not lifting a godsdamned finger for these operations. Not a one!” He growled, stepping back. “They always say ‘oh we can handle this’ and then you have to swoop in because they’re incompetent fools! I won’t allow it. I won’t!” Red aether swirled around him, and his pale blue eyes had flecks of red in them. Is this Nidhogg’s protective mate thing? Or something? I’ve got to calm him down before he literally rips off someone’s head.

Agnes took a tentative step towards her husband and once again touched his arm. “’Stinien, no one is suggesting that. I’ve fought with Yugiri and Hien. They’re more than capable. Everything is fine, love.” A tear fell down her cheek. “We’re fine. We’re safe.”

The aether dissolved, and his eyes returned to normal. Pulling her in his embrace, he sighed. “I know, sweet girl. Forgive me. I…I…” He squeezed his eyes shut. “These past moons have been difficult.”

You aren’t fucking wrong there. “They have been, but they’ve been good too. The star and all creation are saved. We’re married. We’re having our little girl.” She looked up at him and smiled softly. “And we get to make a home together in Radz-at-Han.”

He returned her smile. “Aye. Together.” Their foreheads soon touched. “Let me be your shield, my love. Let me fight in your stead. Let me protect you and our babe.”

Agnes wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Fine my darling husband, but no more threatening Alliance leaders.”

Estinien laughed heartily and kissed his wife. “But my sweet he looked ready to shit himself!”

“You naughty man! You can’t just go and threaten world leaders because it amuses you!” Agnes laughed and wiped HAPPY TEARS out of her eyes. “Ser, if you continue to act in such a way, then I may just—OH! NAUGHTY MAN!” He pinched my ass!

Estinien winked he pinched her ass again. “The naughtiest, my pretty wife. And I’m all yours.”

Agnes shook her head and giggled. “As I’m all yours.” She discreetly palmed his crotch, causing him to moan. “I’m going to need you later, love…”

“Later, my insatiable sausage roll. Later.” He offered his arm, which she took. “Shall we?”

“We shall, love.” Together. Always.

[ivorystand]

Super late, but!

Made two little Valentine's/Valentione's Day cards! One with Estinien and Yuhki (Estinien didn't want to do the little heart thing 😂😂) and the other with Carbon (with his hair down, it's super cute) and Yugiri!

[ivorystand]

First official answer on this blog!

Yuhki admittedly first fell in love with Estinien when they were both just kids. She had the cutest little crush on him and it was so obvious 🥺

Of course when they reunited 20 years later, that crush she had grown into basically full on longing for him. She was head over heels at that point, and Estinien knew it. He just didn't know how to go about making his move. So they just never became a couple until post-Shadowbringers.

As for Carbon, the moment he saw Yugiri without her mask he just melted. He was relatively close with her at that point, both of them being from the Far East and all so they had similar experiences, but when he finally got to see her face, hoo boy, one look at his face when he was around her and you could just tell. His resting bitch face was replaced with the dopiest little lovesick smile. He was also the first out of my wol trio to shoot his shot, with him making the first move with Yugiri at the end of Stormblood.

And Alwin? I admit I haven't come up with someone to ship him with yet so I don't know quite yet 😅

8/4/23

When did your wol(oc) first fall in love? How did they feel about it?

[myreia]

Sketches of Times Lost

Day 18: Hackneyed

thancred attempts to confess his feelings. it does not go as planned. thancred x wol, pre-relationship. asexual wol. set during arr. written for ffxivwrite2024. rated: general 1868 words ao3 link

There is a plan in mind, he’s not ashamed of that.

He has thought about it for weeks. Months, if he’s honest. Pulling and tugging on the threads of what if and when, imagined scenarios chasing themselves around his mind in varying shades of… well. Romantic, he would call it. He has never fully thought of himself as a romantic in earnest before, though some of his past lovers would have called him such. But there is a certain panache to the word, a sense, an atmosphere, that he finds compelling. Especially where Aureia is concerned.

It still surprises him that he is falling for her, his friend. Perhaps the closest friend he has ever allowed himself to have. She has witnessed him at his worst and at his best—the small triumphs, the overwhelming losses, pain and grief and joy. He has made a complete fool of himself in front of her more than once, sometimes in small trivial ways, other times less so. The time he spouted improvised poetry at a dancer in the Quicksand. How hard he tried to impress Yugiri Mistwalker when the shinobi joined their cause.

His butchering of the situation with Ifrit. His possession by an Ascian. Other moments he would rather not say.

He did not want to admit it at first. It would be easier for both of them if he did not feel the way he did. He knows better than anyone that romantic entanglements are best kept at arm’s length, far away from the goings on of the Scions. They are a weak spot. An exploit. A risk. He kept his distance from her after the Praetorium for this very reason, resisting the ache growing in his heart with every passing day by falling back on hold habits. Drinking more in the hopes of ignoring it. Distracting himself with a rather impressive list of paramours.

He has a sneaking suspicion Urianger has taken note and this will come back to bite him in the arse.

It took Moenbryda walloping him over the head—metaphorically, of course—with a disarming comment to make him realize how foolish he was being.

“You know what your problem is, Thancred? You’re too busy looking ten feet ahead for one problem or another to notice the blessing that is right in front of you.”

He never thanked her for that. It’s too late now.

Perhaps that’s why he has come to his decision. Moenbryda’s death sits heavy in their hearts, forcing them all to stare the fleetingness of life in the face. She seized hers with joy and fearlessness, hanging on to nothing. It’s time he did the same.

And so he has to do it right.

Aureia lets out a whoop as she springs up the rest of the stairs, racing him to the top. She reaches the battlements first, face flushed, hair a mess, ruby eyes sparkling, and spins around to face him as he follows suit. “Look at that,” she says, raising her hands in triumph. “I win.”

He chuckles, panting lightly, and sweeps his hair out of his eyes. “Was it a race?” he replies, leaning casually against the battlements. “I hadn’t noticed.”

She rolls her eyes and continues down the path, trailing her fingers across the coarse stonework. Mor Dhona stretches out before them, bright as the stars above. Lanterns float through the square, warming the aetheryte’s cool brilliance with their golden glow, illuminating the flowing crowds below. Further up the hill, the market bustles with activity, late night vendors selling trinkets and baubles, and people stumbling from Rowena’s café with drinks in hand. Adventurers loiter on the steps to the Seventh Heaven, carousing loudly. A group of dancers giggle with glee, moving merrily in rhythm to a drum as a trio of bards fill the plaza with their music.

All in all, it is a good night for festivities. Bright, clear, and only a hint of gloam.

Aureia hums to herself, folding her arms and leaning out over the parapet. She may be quiet in a crowd and shy away from the centre of attention, but she loves being around people. Immersing herself in the rhythms of a city, captivated by the pulse of life and the vibrancy of it all. It’s one of the things he finds endlessly fascinating about her, this paradox of extroversion and introversion.

“I wonder where Gerolt went,” she says after a moment, squinting as she scans the plaza. Her hair trails in the breeze and falls about her face. She pushes it back idly, twisting it around her finger, and knots it at the top of her head. Shorter pieces fall away, brushing across the nape of her neck. “He all but paled and ran for the hills when he saw Rowena earlier.”

“Perhaps he did run for the literal hills. I wouldn’t blame him if he did.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? And here I thought you had no thoughts on the illustrious lady of the House of Splendours.”

He chokes. “No,” he says, a little strangled. “I don’t. Did you have to put it quite like that?”

“What? House of Splendours or illustrious lady?” She glances at him and grins. “If it’s the former, take it up with Rowena, she’s the one who named it.”

He catches her eye, regarding her in silence. His gaze lingers on her face, her hair, the way the silver studs in her upper ear catch the lanternlight. She hasn’t changed much since he met her. There is perhaps a touch of severity around her jaw and creases in the corners of her eyes, but she is still as vibrant as the spells she once cast. It seems so long ago that she stumbled into his life, and yet he has known many others for longer.

Much can happen over the course of two years.

“What?” Aureia says, eyes wide.

He says nothing, smiling quietly. If he could tell her now that she is beautiful, he would. He can’t remember when he first had that thought. Perhaps he’s always thought it.

Music wafts over them, slow and gentle.

Thancred pushes off the wall and gives her a mock little bow, extending his hand. “Would you have this dance, milady?” he says.

She pauses, a little laugh humming on her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Inviting you to dance.”

“Interesting.” She takes a step towards him, her chin raised archly. “You know I don’t dance.”

He straightens and steps into her. “I think you will tonight.”

“Do you remember what happened the last time you asked me to dance?”

“I’ve never asked you to.” His hand brushes his arm. She doesn’t move away. “I seem to remember that the dance I supposedly asked you to join me in was a sparring match where you routing me so thoroughly I don’t think my ego has recovered.”

She gazes at him, her eyes alight with joy. “Your poor ego.”

“Terribly bruised, you see.”

“If that’s so, why risk it again? I’ll only thrash you a second time.”

He chuckles and leans in, his lips a hair’s breath from her ear. “Because I am not asking you to spar, Aureia darling,” he says. The word slips out unexpectedly. He has never called her darling before. Too soon? Too late? He doesn’t care. Even a small deviation cannot ruin this night. “Dance with me.”

She hesitates, frozen for the briefest of moments. In the space between breaths, he wonders if she will pull away—it’s a delicate thing, this line they walk, and she has as much to lose as he does. But sometimes the risk is worth it. He can only hope she can see it, too.

Aureia slips her hand into his. “Fine,” she says at last. “One dance.”

“Only one?”

“Just one.”

He sweeps her into his arms and they dance.

The music washes over them and they move as one, fumbling their steps and knocking against each other. At last they find a compromise, gently swaying together as they turn on the spot, his hand on her waist, her head against his shoulder. Together they watch the plaza below, sparkling with light and life.

How is it that the simplest things are always the most difficult to say?

“Aur?” he murmurs.

She raises her head. “Yes?”

Her hair has untwisted from its knot, now falling loosely about her shoulders. Twelve above, she is gorgeous. If he is about to admit what he wants to—what he needs to—then there is no better time to do so than now.

Thancred presses a hand to her cheek and leans in close.

She inhales sharply and turns her head.

He pauses. “I…”

Aureia lets go of his hands and pulls away, staring determinedly at the plaza below, her jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Thancred, but I think you have a very, very wrong idea about me,” she says.

He frowns, too taken aback to feel the hurt he knows will come later. “I—Aureia. Are you… upset?”

“Hells, yes!” She rounds on him, red eyes blazing. “I am mad at you. I am so very, very mad at you—”

“I thought—”

“You thought what? You’ve barely spoken to me since Moenbryda’s death. I thought this was going to be a time for us to talk, not…” She makes a face. “You are trying to seduce me, aren’t you.”

He sighs, passing a hand across his face. “Assuredly not, no.”

“Then what is this? Bringing me up here on a pretty night, asking me to dance, staging this scene like some hackneyed plot you pulled out of a bard’s—ugh.” She rolls her eyes and storms across the battlements. “I’m not interested in all this. I thought you would have at least caught on to that by now.”

He follows her, keeping a careful distance as they tromp down the stairs. “On to what? My apologies, but I do not follow—”

“You’re going to make me come out and say it, aren’t you?” She hits the bottom landing and turns around, arms folded protectively across her chest. “I don’t… want that. Any of that. I never have. I never will.”

“Any of what?” To his surprise, the sting of rejection has not come yet. Perhaps because he doesn’t quite understand what she is rejecting him from. “Aureia, if I have done something so terribly offensive to you, please tell me. I will listen.”

“You’re not the first to have told me that, and yet I’ve yet to meet someone who understands.” She gives him a flat look, her mouth twisting as if she is trying to hold back tears. He has never seen her quite so furious yet vulnerable. “Tell me honestly, would you be happy being with me if I said I never wanted to sleep with you?”

He blinks. Of all the questions she could have asked, this is one he has never thought of.

She spreads her hands and drops them to her sides, as if his silence has proved a point he didn’t know he was making. “And there’s your answer,” she says and vanishes into the night.

[annieruthie]

FFXIV Write | Day 9 | Lend an Ear

Characters: Annie Ruthie (Warrior of Light) Yugiri Mistwalker

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Annie sunk into the pillowy mattress, the pains of the day instantly seeping away. A familiar chirp rang out from behind them, and a cup of coffee was brought into their lap. A nod and mumble of thanks was offered.

Annie brought the cold lip of the mug to their lips, allowing the steaming coffee to greet their fatigued mind. Burnt, some would describe it. Perfect, Annie would say. They let out a sigh of relief, turning the head of the Au Ra to their left. Setting the cup down, Annie nuzzled their face into the shoulder of Yugiri.

“Long day, love?” Yugiri asked. Annie let out a long sigh in response. The Raen pressed a light kiss to Annie’s forehead. She settled her head atop the Xaela’s. “I’m always here to lend an ear.”

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[eemamminy-art]

fanfic ask game! 14, 15, 44 😊🧡

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

I dooon't know if this is something I'd call a brotp in the sense of like bro kinda vibes, but I assume by that terminology it's just like, characters I like to imagine as good friends? And the first thing that comes to mind for me is this AU my friend and I have where Emet hides Ryne away from Hydaelyn and she ends up becoming a little sister to Zenos 🥺 When I'm thinking about platonic characters that's where my mind first goes!!

For something a little less deeply obscure and uncanon though haha I like the friendship between Vrtra and Estinien, or the potential friendship anyway, and I would like to one day write a fic of Estinien helping Vrtra get through the emotional rollercoaster of 6.X patches. In his awkward, very Estinien way.

I don't know if this counts either but I love to think about all the friendships my wol has. He has a brotherly sort of relationship with Thancred and with the thaumaturge guild masters, and a very complicated friendship with Haurchefant. Minfilia was his best friend and he's still very torn up over everything that happened to her. I want to think he was pretty close with Lyse and tries to mentor Emmanellain (even though he's just as immature himself lol) too. I pretty rarely ship oc/canon with my own OCs but I love to think of their friendships and found family!!

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

Like… any f/f ship in ffxiv… They're all obscure 😭 Notably I really really like Fordola/Lyse, Ysayle/Heustienne, and M'naago/Kurenai to name a few off the top of my head. I also really like Hien/Yugiri but like, if Hien was a butch.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

This might sound weird but I feel like the more attention a ship gets the more people get weirdly hostile toward it (for being perceived as popular, or genuinely becoming popular), or otherwise start diluting the ship down to something generic. I used to really crave seeing more works from other people about ships I like but lately I'm just kind of like, let me keep them to myself and my trusted group of friends who can be normal about things 😂

Fanfiction questions

[kamille-is-real]

Having a pet Lesser Panda could be a handful sometimes.

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

Character theme

What instrumental track would play in the background of your character's story during their most meaningful moments?

tagged by @booty-uprooter

Unfortunately i am a soundtrack person and you made me listen to... All The Things. which is to say THANK YOU SO MUCH ಇ(˵ಥ_ಥ˵)ಇ

Ahem. *cracks knuckles*

Eclaire Hautvent

Stars At Our Backs (from Monster Hunter World)

Maybe a bit too epic (read: over indulgent) for this scholar turned blackmage but she is a bit of a drama queen. While her (back)story has a lot of darker themes she's also very much about overcoming barriers (many of them internal) and (re-)assuming control over her life, hence a theme in a major key with an overall positive vibe of adventure, accomplishment and building new homes. plus the underlying sailing mood really fits for someone choosing to live in Limsa Lominsa of their own free volition ;3 (Listen, i know Eclaire is my awful dramatic little meow meow emotional punching bag but i don't want her to be miserable all the time.)

AND ANOTHER THING this theme comes with a free romance cozy version :D

Haru Xuee

ZipangU (from Sengoku Basara, by Hiroyuki Sawano)

Haru is just... Very Anime, hence a song from the most ridiculous samurai themed anime i know. He's very young and originally from Yanxia and is still struggling to find his place in his new surroundings. i think that comes across pretty well in this theme. (especially remembering a scene where it plays in the series, where a character is very much struggling with finding his own place as well, and has some realisations) Haru joins the Scions/WoL party after arriving in Eorzea with Yugiri as a way to thank them for their providing a new home for him and the other refugees. He thinks since he's not good at much else he might as well put his sword in their service... And he's very, very good with that... Which of course, is just an excuse for me to add an extra Extremely Anime battle theme for special occasions with the shinsenbunny >:3

(ps: the very apparent feather that looks like a hair band is from the sword animation LMAO)

A little Bonus:

the very bad no good extremely awful AU that will never actually (hopefully) happen in which Eclaire fully turns into a voidsent and ends up as a boss to fight

Unlaced (by Emilie Autumn)

Her battle theme might be something like this. Unhinged, erratic at times, all that pent up rage and grief finally exploding, it's all been too much and she's going to make you feel just how bad she's hurting. After all, Warrior of Light, her greatest loss is on you. Have fun with that chase marker.

Passing this on to @pumpkinmagekupo, @starrealmdream, @aethericfist, @wtf-amiru, @picturesofashe, @yloiseconeillants (especially curious about louhi if i may be so bold :3), @whatsthisascianbullshit, @mirrim-moondreamer, @blucifer08, @dreadwyrmz, @sasslett, @healersadjust

in case everyone has already done this ages ago or anyone just doesn't want to, feel free to ignore of course! :x

[oguribep]

I finished my big writing project recently! The writing part at least.

You can read it here!

Also! Here's the part I had the most fun writing!

The strands of my hair brush against her face as I bring mine closer to hers. A caress of her cheek. Closing our eyes as our lips touch. A stinging sensation causes me to flinch. Noticing my movement, she slowly opens her eyes. Her eyes, full of worry, fixate on the cut on my lower lip. I watch her hesitate for a second, before she reaches for my cut with her tongue. The pain soon washes away. Watching her desperately lick my wound like a dog, a familiar feeling surfaces from inside me. Her beautiful face is in such a pathetic state.

I enjoy making my WoL a pathetic little puppy.