#xivsapphics

[rprfloortank]

Hey all I tend to forget to be active on tumblr but I figure I should promote that im running a new monthly FFXIV Sapphic shipping event! The first Sunday of every month I’ll post prompts and you can use the hashtag to share your sapphic ships! Read more about it on my linked carrd

https://xivsapphicsunday.carrd.co/

[shivasdarknight]

Can I interest any of you with one of my rarest of rare pairs, Ysayle/Tiamat?

Anybody? .w.

How about in the flavor of, "Half of Ysayle's visions were right about a past life being in love with a dragon, she just misinterpreted the wrong dragon thanks to visions of Shiva. But now the two finally get to reunite after 3,000 years of vicious torment."

[gaylentine]

sunset <3

[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

[himeloaf]

day 2 - vacation for the xivsapphicweek going on over @ twt!!

[the-hawkeyes]

Moen: "Well now....how's it feel to be the Little Lady with a day all to herself with her fancy new fan?" 

 Katie: Blushing-"Hey now, Moen. You're just too tall for me! I'll have you know I'm--" 

Moen: "Tall for a midlander, I know, I know. Still...no other lady I'd want to be with today."

In which Katie and Moenbryda spend a Little Ladies Day together, where Katie gets to show off her new fan!  (Moen survives in Katie’s canon, shhhh)

[bowmoonlilie]

a moment in the moonlight

[ladyramora]

Sapphic Week, Day One:

Good Morning|Yearning

Ship: RamYsayle

Ysayle's POV

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Ysayle's ears twitch, glancing up at the sleepy greetings of Ramora, a yawned "good morning," falling from the other elezen's lurid red lips as the tall duskwight extended a steaming mug of tea in her direction.

Ysayle accepts it. Uttering a quiet, "good morning," in response.

The cold did not bother her as it once did, but that did not mean that she did not still crave warmth. Warmth like the steaming mug of tea in her hand that she gently blew on, and the solid line of warmth that was Ramora pressed close to her side. Truly, the woman exuded heat like a furnace. She was undoubtedly a boon in the cold coerthan climes.

Ysayle could regret now that she had turned down Ramora's offer to share warmth when they were traveling through the frozen highlands. No doubt the warmth she gave off would have warmed Ysayle to her very bones.

The both of them stare out into the quiet beauty of the early morning, sunlight piercing through the fog and reflecting light through the glimmer of dew that made the greenery all the more lush and vibrant.

Ysayle is very aware of the duskwight as she stands still and uncharacteristically quiet by her side. Ramora stood so close, she always did. It seemed the woman had no hesitance or wariness to her at all, no matter that they had been on opposing sides not too long ago. Friend or foe, it did not seem to matter to Ramora.

Their hands brush as they shift with the changing wind, and Ysayle grips her cup all the tighter with the overwhelming urge to reach out and take Ramora's hand in hers. To apologize for being so cold and distant when all the duskwight wanted was to be closer to her.

More regret was how icy she had been in putting walls up between them, in pushing the other woman away whilst demanding space.

Perhaps this was a quiet bit of defiance, Ysayle muses with the barest tug at the corner of her mouth as she gazes at the taller woman's beautiful profile as she is bathed in the first warm rays of the morning light. Ysayle had demanded distance but here Ramora was; still stubbornly at her side. Close enough to reach out and touch, if Ysayle so chooses.

Ysayle takes a swallow of tea that was still too hot, and her fingers twitch as she makes up her mind to reach out. To take Ramora's hand and tangle their fingers together. To draw the taller woman to her and kiss her until that usual smile curled her lips, until she was laughing that low, breathy laugh that made Ysayle's skin prickle with shivers.

She is too late to do so, however, as Ramora draws away at that moment, leaving Ysayle cold as the warmth her presence brought with her was quickly snatched away by a strong gust of chilly morning wind.

Ysayle cups her hands over her tea, finding the warmth lacking now that Ramora had put distance between them.

"Shall we start the day, darling?" Ramora turns back to say, her voice barely above a murmur.

Ysayle's heart squeezes in her breast. No, she wants to say. Come here. Hold my hand in yours, drag me close and kiss me like you did before. She was even wanting for that silly pet name that Ramora had given her. Snowdrop.

Ysayle wondered if Ramora knew what it meant in the language of flowers. New beginnings, hope, rebirth. The ability to overcome challenges.

"Yes," Ysayle says, because they had made a plan, and because she was a coward. Snowdrop, indeed.

She was too afraid to overcome this challenge.

Because Ramora was not supposed to be anything more than a passing amusement, a bit of fancy before she reunited with her one true love.

Ysayle had been the one that wanted to put distance between them. All the better that they were distant, that it was a cleaner break when she needed to end things once and for all. She knew it would only hurt her—that it would hurt the both of them—should she allow Ramora any closer. To indulge her in any illusions that their relationship could go any further than what it was.

Why then did Ysayle yearn for more?

Why did she want Ramora to turn around and push for more? To swagger up to her with that insufferable, aggravating confidence and seduce her just as she had the very first time?

Ysayle turns her face towards the chilly bite of the wind, her heart pounding in her chest just imagining it.

"Enough of this," she tells herself quietly, and tips back the rest of her tea in one long swallow that burns the whole way down.

[sunny-strawbby]

Let life flower and flourish

Shout out to @weapons-of-clairvoyance for making this fantastic dress which you can dl here!

[chisotahn]

we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

- mary shelley

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and then 6.2 dropped and I became absolutely feral over these two. you have NO idea. send help.

[rprfloortank]

I’m hosting a ship week on Twitter but hoping to spread it to tumblr too! Join by posting gposes art or fic for your WLW FFXIV ships March 5th - March 11th!

[gaylentine]

hello ma’am

[toraznaangieszki]

Zero didn't dare ask the girl with the large hat how her eyes had become dark. She knew all too well the toll other voidsent could take on the bodies of those from that other world.

But to see it in one with such conviction… Zero would have to be careful around her.

[walkingdisaster]

have you considered reviving the XIVSapphics tag here on tumblr? :oc

whoops, i thought i answered this!

i haven’t been gposing quite as often so i haven’t even used to tag much on twitter - but i know a lot of us have added tumblr as a platform so i think this is a great idea!

i can make an official post to christen the tag later over on my sideblog @bowmoonlilie - but in the mean time people can certainly feel free to use it here :)

[bowmoonlilie]

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[ladyramora]

Sapphic Week, Day Two:

Vulnerability | Vacation

Ship: RamLynn (RP ship, OC x OC WoLShip)

Lynn belongs to @lynnslight.

Minor spoilers for Shadowbringers, Endwalker.

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They were finally alone again, just the two of them. This was probably the best thing Tataru had ever given them, bless her heart for everything else she had done up till now, but Ramora could think of no better gift than having a place that she and Lynn could go to just be alone, a house on an island for the two of them.

Ramora basks under the warm rays of the sun, stripped entirely bare as she suns herself in a bit of multitasking as she lays on her belly, her head pillowed on her lover's clothed lap and cheek resting on Lynn's toned, delectable thigh as the dragoness runs her hand over her hair and scratches gently at her scalp. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore are a distant noise to the duskwight as she sinks deeper into relaxation.

"Do you want to try swimming today?" Lynn asks, leaning forward to murmur the words into Ramora's pointed ear as she brushes the duskwight's hair behind it, her fingers tracing along the sharp point and curve.

Ramora shivers with Lynn's voice in her ear, tingling with her lover's slightest touch in a place she was particularly sensitive. She huffs, rolling into Lynn's warm thighs and burying her face there to hide from the mere suggestion, "Must we, darling? I much rather practice some more before diving into the deep end, so to speak."

Lynn chuckles, scratching at Ramora's scalp and then grasping the strands of the elezen's hair in her fingers to tug her head up so she could see her face, meet her eye to eye, "You and I both know that doing so only in the bath will get you nowhere closer, love."

"It gets me plenty close," Ramora moans theatrically with the tug to her hair, eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously as she replies, "I much prefer our activities in the bath, Lynn-darling. The both of us naked and wet, placing my life in your oh-so-capable hands with a little bit of breath play," the duskwight winks, tucking her tongue behind her teeth. Mismatched eyes gleaming with intent. "You can steal my breath anytime, sweetheart."

Lynn does just that as she tugs the duskwight up by her ears, nipping at the elezen's full lower lip and capturing that teasing tongue in her fangs as she pulls at Ramora's aether. The dragoness smiling with feral delight at the whimper her lover let out in response to teasing her in return. Fair was fair. If Ramora wanted to tease, Lynn could tease her right back. She knew all her lover's weaknesses by now. She could play upon them so very easily.

"I'll play with you all you like," Lynn purrs as she draws back to let her lover breathe, admiring the beginnings of a wine flush to the duskwight's blue skin, the clear want in those mismatched eyes. If she pushed Ramora any further they could forget swimming altogether. "You have to try swimming first. I'll be right there beside you, I promise I won't let go of your hand this time."

Ramora leans into her hands, melting against the dragoness, ever putty in the smaller woman's hands. "I know you won't, darling," she says softly, understanding what she meant by it.

She could not imagine how Lynn felt to have lost hold of her in the flood. If not for Daemryss waking up when Ramora lost consciousness and voidsent seizing control to carry her host to safety, Ramora could have been lost to the crashing waves. And then the fuath would have been swiftly eradicated by a murderous Lynn. It had been a close call even still, though Ramora had turned out fine, albeit a bit waterlogged and with a newfound phobia of large, endless bodies of water. The fuath were fortunate that Lynn had decided against adding them to the list of endangered species, if not entirely extinct.

Lynn allows the duskwight to take her hands, Ramora pressing kisses along the backs of them and over her knuckles as she cradles Lynn's delicate digits in her larger hands.

"It took us all by surprise, my love," Ramora says softly. "You know how tricky the fae can be."

Lynn tangles their fingers together, squeezing firmly. Her hands were small but strong, capable. The hands of a swordswoman.

"I won't let you go again," Lynn tells her, meaning every word. "You're mine."

Ramora smiles, aiming to lighten the mood as she says playfully, "But of course, darling. A dragon does keep possessive hold of their hoard. I am your prettiest, most precious treasure, after all. And I do so adore when you get all possessive~❤️."

Lynn nods, then uses her tail to push herself upright, dragging Ramora along with her. "Alright, it's time. No more distractions."

Ramora groans. "Really, right now?"

Lynn starts towards the water, pulling her duskwight along behind her and chuckling as Ramora dug her feet into the sand. It was well known that Ramora was thrilled at Lynn manhandling her, and so Lynn does not pause in her straightforward path. If Ramora really did not want to do it, she would extract herself and tell Lynn so.

They come up on the water as it washed over the sand in frothy tide. Not yet close enough for it to wet their feet.

Lynn stares out at the nigh endless endless expanse of the sea then turns to look at Ramora. The elezen was chewing her lip and then biting at her nail, her dark eyebrows raised up with fretful upset and her mouth set in a tense expression.

"Hey, I'm right here," Lynn tells her, pulling her in closer. Ramora leans into her, falling into her gravity as she leans over and embraces her. Their difference in height was so large a gap that the duskwight had to bend at the waist to wrap herself around Lynn.

Lynn pets her lover's hair and rubs gently at her ears to soothe her.

Ramora gives a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, hating that Lynn had to deal with this. It should be nothing at all compared to what they had been through, but fears such as these were ever nonsensical.

"After all we have faced together, you know you don't have to apologize for this," Lynn says simply. "You can turn back now if it's too much, but I would prefer that you give it a go."

Ramora puckers her lips out in a petulant pout and lets out a raspberry against Lynn's neck. "Fine, I'll try. You don't play fair."

Lynn grins toothily at her, reaching out to stroke her cheek, "Just how you like it."

Ramora sighs, leaning into her touch, "Yeah," she agrees dreamily, following after the caress of Lynn's hand. "Well, I do hope there is a reward for good behavior in my future. What do you say, darling, hmm?"

Lynn tugs at her duskwight's ear, exhaling through her nose as she smiles fondly. "We are doing this for you, Ramora, but I suppose I can indulge you. I always do."

Ramora laughs. "Yes, you spoil me so well, Lynn-darling."

The duskwight stands tall then, and reaches for Lynn's hand. "Shall we go together?"

Lynn squeezes her hand. "Always."

Ramora smiles, and they walk forward hand in hand to meet the waves.