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The short answer is that Aelita has a necklace of Yugiri's old shed scales that was a gift after Aelita's personal struggles in Bozja. There was a headcanon I'd read somewhere about the idea of Au Ra fashioning old scales into jewelry or talismans for their partners, and I loved the idea for Aelita and Yugiri so much I wrote a whole fic about it!

Here's the link to the Tumblr post:

And directly on AO3 (account is required, AI scrapers are to blame, sadly)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64023898/chapters/164241706

I haven't yet written about it, but I'm sure that Aelita smiths something for Yugiri after that, likely with a gem-finding assist from her friend Chrysocolla.

WoL QotD:

If you have a ship for your WoL/OC do they have any sort of mementos or favors or something that one or more of them wear to signify a relationship? Is there a story behind it?

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Scales For Her Armor

I'd been meaning to post this here eventually, and I just kinda forgot with all the miqomarch hubbub, but here's the other big thing I've been working on lately: an Aelita & Yugiri fic! This is based on a headcanon I got from the tags on this post about Au Ra scales which grabbed me by the collar and wouldn't let go, so I wrote about it.

It's sort of a follow up to a few of my other Aelita & Yugiri fics, mostly Memory, but allusions are made to A Star Hidden in the Clouds and What Goes Unsaid/Hackneyed, so if it feels like there's a “part 1″ missing, you should go check those out too! Without further ado, here's a little teaser and a link, and I hope you enjoy! Feel free to yap at me if you liked it or had thoughts/questions!

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After many moons spent in uncertain limbo, Yugiri finally decides to share an important part of herself with Aelita. Trouble is, Aelita isn't there.

AO3 Link!

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Yugiri couldn't say exactly when she'd started collecting her old scales. She'd heard of the tradition when she was just a girl, but she had always been told it was something done by lovers as a symbol of dedication. The leftover scales would be fashioned into a charm or other piece of jewelry, a small physical piece of their significant other they might carry with them.

Yugiri had no such aspirations, back then; no particular person in her life she would have even considered giving them to. She kept them because they were a part of herself, one she could not bear to throw away after all she had left behind. The Empire had crushed much of her people’s culture already, and though her undersea home had escaped their wrath for a time, she knew that neither the harsh conditions of the Steppe nor the depths of the Ruby Sea would shield the eastern Au Ra clans forever.

So, she kept them. Not literally all of them, of course. Many were damaged or dirty, and space in her pack was limited, but she kept the ones in good condition; the ones that looked like they could still take a hit and retain their luster. It gave her something small to focus on, in the quiet moments that came few and far between. The meditation of cleaning off the dust and grime, of polishing them until they shone, gave her time to clear her head and find peace.

Well, at least it used to. Now she found that the task that was once a space for self-reflection had become yet another moment in her day to spend thinking about Aelita.

Aelita was a hrothgar, big and strong and sturdy; headstrong and brash in a way that ran against every instinct she'd learned as a shinobi. And yet, in spite of an imposing silhouette and bluster on the battlefield, she had also been their champion, fighting with the heads of state to find the Domans a place to live. She’d been kind and welcoming, even giving care and attention to the children.

Despite the fact that they'd conversed many times and even spoken about their pasts, however, there was still a gulf between them. A chasm created by unspoken expectations and assumptions and cultural differences; one that seemed impossible to cross, no matter how much Yugiri thought about it. And yet, as she sat in her room, caring for this handful of scales she had just shed, she knew could not simply walk away from it, either. Perhaps, she thought, holding up a freshly polished scale in the moonlight. Perhaps I can build a bridge of these. She watched the light play off the shiny surface and onto the far wall, seeing how the patterns changed as she tilted the scale this way and that. Just as quickly as the thought had come, she shook her head, and it was gone.

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Yugiri knew she was lucky to be alive.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was Aelita's big frame and bigger heart that had gotten her back to the healers in time. Perhaps it had been her scales and armor, taking the blows that might've otherwise split flesh.

Whatever the reason, she still drew breath. And after Aelita's recent confession at her bedside, despite the sense of shame she felt for acting so foolishly, she was grateful.

It had been almost a week since that fateful night, and between Aelita's doting and the work of the resistance healers, she was almost back to fighting shape.

Passing the time had been strange while confined to her room; it felt alien not being involved in meetings or out on one reconnaissance mission or another. She'd filled it with pursuits from days gone by: reading old philosophy and history texts, writing her own thoughts, and meditating. Conversations with Aelita had also become a more frequent occurrence, and the topics ranged from the mundanity of the weather or a recent meal to what the future of a free Doma might look like.

But in between Aelita's visits and whenever she had moments to herself, she had fallen back on her old habit of caring for her old scales. It was about the ritual of the process more than it was for any practical reason; given that they spent most of their time stored away, there wasn't much opportunity for the scales to get more than a tiny scuff here or there.

This time, though, instead of returning them to the wrapped cloth she kept them in when she'd finished, she stared at them for a few minutes, deep in contemplation. After another moment had passed, she gathered the scales into her hands, pushed herself up to her feet with a small groan, and set them on top of a nearby shelf, as a sort of reminder to herself. There has to be someone in our group who would know what to do with these, she thought. I owe her that much, at least.

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I think Aelita's soundtracks would be a lot grittier and noisier, very loud and in your face and animalistic!

Phase 1:

Phase 2:

Here, a WoL QotD that I've been thinking about today.

Under the cut for Dawntrail raid spoilers (not specific to 7.2)

I've seen plenty of people talking about what their WoL's feral soul would be if they were an Arcadion fighter who used one, but I want to know:

What kind of music would your WoL's Arcadion fight be set to?

(Genre, vibes, specific bands and/or songs, whatever goes just any sort of example to describe it)

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What age is your WoL, if they know it? Will they outlive their loved ones?

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There is a bar fight! Your WoL is....

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3/20/25

Does your wol(oc) act more cat like or dog like?

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A Found Family Photo

Aelita Tirasch, Warrior of Light (center), surrounded by her mentor, Aurienne Lanencourt (left) and her best friend, Chrysocolla (right).

It was taken by a traveling photographer who happened to be passing through Limsa and caught the trio outside the Drowning Wench.

Wanted to make good on my promise from the other "family photo" shot to take one with Aelita's new found family, so I finally did it! Thought it would be fun to use some similar poses, especially because I feel like there are some small parallels between her new companions and her parents.

(my favorite fun detail with this is that Chrysocolla is the shorty of the group, so they're standing on tippy toes just to get close to a matching height here)

(also have a couple bonus angles:)

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What does your heart look like?

Borrowing this from @/wildstar25 (didn't wanna double tag for both my wols)

a compass that doesn't waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been or maybe you made a discovery that you haven't been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

Since I did one for my other WoL, I'll leave this without tagging folks, but as always feel free to do it if you see it and are interested!

Link to the quiz here!

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Breakout

Aurienne de Lanencourt is dragged in on charges of heresy, and decides to confront them head-on (that is, by running away).

As I mentioned in my previous post, I've had Aurienne trapped in my brain for a long time, so I'd decided to write a bit of her backstory to help give her a bit of form in the world, and now that you all have seen her, it's only fair you can now read a bit about her too!

I do intend to fill in both some earlier details about her past as well as some later stuff about how she fits into Aelita's journey, but for now, I offer this.

You can check it out on AO3 or read below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63373978

“Ser Aurienne de Lanencourt! You have been charged with the crime of fomenting heresy and aiding and abetting heretics! What have you to say in your defense?”

Aurienne dignified the clergy presiding over the proceedings with nothing save for a cold stare.

“I invoke my right to trial by combat.”

“Very well! You will be held until the morrow, at which time you and the accuser shall fight until yielding. Under the watchful gaze of Halone, the victor’s claim shall be judged to be in the right.” The magistrate looked up from his notes. “Is that clear?”

A stone-faced nod is all he got in return.

“So be it! Dismissed.”

At the sound of a gavel, she felt one of the guards flanking her push her in the direction of the exit, back towards the gaol. She remained silent as she walked, not wishing to draw any more attention to what she was planning.

The guards escorted her out of the courtroom and down a flight of stone steps, and along a lengthy hallway. At its end was a storage area and guard room of sorts, where the seized weapons of those held awaiting their chance to fight for freedom were kept, with two more paths branching out from that towards the cells.

As they approached this storage room, she eyed her own axe and armor, up against one of the walls. She forced herself to look away, again trying to keep a low profile. I'll have them back soon enough, anyway.

The guards continued to march her down the right-hand hallway to her cell, which was mercifully unoccupied. She had heard reports about how overcrowded it got every time the Heaven's Ward made one of its periodic sweeps through the Brume, so she counted herself lucky she'd gotten caught when she did.

Her previous post had been Falcon’s Nest, patrolling the wasteland of the Coerthan highlands for heretics and dragons. That was what she was supposed to be doing, anyway.

She'd actually spent most of her time using “patrols” as a cover for running supplies from the Ishgardian outpost out to the various groups of so-called heretics– the people trying to survive out in the harsh conditions of the wilds without any of the admittedly meager luxuries the Ishgardian soldiers were afforded.

It wasn't helping to end the war, exactly, but she'd learned pretty quickly as she came up through the ranks of the knights that the war ending anytime soon was about as likely as a spring flower growing in the Highlands.

All it had taken was a couple of encounters with these people, described as vicious and brutal by her commander, for her to realize that they too were just fighting to survive. Fighting to be free of the ironically draconian state of Ishgard.

It started with a loaf of bread here, a box of medicine there, until it had grown to a regularly scheduled shipment of supplies that required a chocobo and cart to haul. Sneaking it out had been simple enough: she told anyone who stopped her that she was taking supplies out to the camps in the field, and the men stationed at the camps were so grateful to get any supplies at all that they didn't think twice about what might've been missing.

Unfortunately, her perfect plan couldn't stay perfect forever. One of the higher ups in Falcon's Nest had been gravely injured in a skirmish, and the person who'd replaced him was… a bit of a tight-arse. More stringent patrols, checking inventory counts, the works. She'd just started to figure out a new way to work around this system when one of the “heretics” she'd been meeting with suddenly approached a patrol she was a part of, clearly expecting supplies.

Before she could even attempt to communicate with the poor sod, to signal that maybe it wasn't the best idea to let her fellow guards know that they knew each other, he'd already called out to her. In the blink of an eye, he lay dead in the snow and she had two blades at her throat.

She was promptly taken back to Falcon's Nest in chains, and the rest was history.

Aurienne was shaken back to reality by the sound of the cell door closing behind her. She sat on the hard stone slab that resembled a bed, and let out a long exhale. Probably best to rest. I'll need every onze of strength for tomorrow. She lowered herself down onto her stone and pulled the sorry excuse for a blanket they'd given her over herself, trying her best to sleep while her mind began running through her plan.

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She woke some time later, with only the sparsest hints of daylight filtering down from above as a clue that time had passed. She didn't stir, though. She knew it was better to wait.

She laid in silence for some time, until eventually she heard the sounds of the guards coming down the hall to retrieve her. They banged loudly on the bars, clearly thinking her still asleep. Time for a show.

She sat up slowly, trying her best to manage a facial expression at the intersection of confused and exhausted. “‘m up, y’don’t have to make all that racket.”

The guard in front didn't bother responding to her comment directly, though she could see that the one standing further back was laughing a little. Good.

“We've come to escort you to your trial, which will begin shortly. If you wish to retrieve your arms and armor before the fight, come with us.”

“Probably wouldn't stand a chance without it,” she replied, doing her best to make the outcome feel like a foregone conclusion. She walked to the door and watched as the lead guard unlocked it. She even waited patiently as they closed it behind her, and matched their pace as they escorted her back towards the makeshift armory, artificially wobbling and staggering a little for effect.

“You have a quarter bell to ready yourself, after which we will escort you to the arena. Try anything else and we will not hesitate to cut you down, heretic. Understand?”

Aurienne nodded, exaggerating it a bit to make herself look scared. Her mediocre acting wasn't likely to make a huge difference, but if it could get the guards to relax even just a little more than usual, then maybe she'd stand a chance.

She grabbed some of the pieces of her armor and started dressing herself, moving quickly to ensure she didn't have to leave anything behind. Leggings went on first, then her chainmail sabatons over top. She turned away from the guards as she traded the prison shirt for a thicker undershirt, trying to seem uncomfortable despite having done all of this hundreds of times. She hefted the chainmail haubergeon over her head, using gravity to help it slide down her arms and torso before putting on her gauntlets and tightening the straps to her liking.

Out of the corner of her eye, she began to notice that the guards were both paying her a bit more attention now that they'd watched her suit up. It seemed her old habits from years of service had reared their head, and now all three of them knew it. She picked up her helmet from the table, and as she stood back up to retrieve her axe from the far side of the room, she heard the jangling sound of what were probably shackles being readied to bind her wrists and ankles together. She walked to her axe and grabbed it from its place leaning up against a shelf, and feigned looking it over as she heard the chains and footsteps approaching from behind.

She took a deep breath, waiting until the noise got closer. Until he was right behind her. Right within range.

In a flash, she spun around, extending her arms to their full length as she swung the flat side of her axe directly at the guard’s head. A loud clang rang through the halls as he crumpled into a heap of chainmail and plate. His partner barely had time to draw his sword before she was upon him, closing the gap between them with a speed that was almost primal.

She swung her axe upward as she charged ahead, scraping it against the stone floor. Its handle met the guard's blade at an awkward angle; the force of the impact wrenched the sword from his grip and sent it flying across the room. Before he could cry for help, she followed her upswing with an overhead smash, once again choosing the flat side of the axe head to knock him out cold. He fell to his knees and then forward onto his face, the noise of his armor the last sound he made before the corridor was silent once more.

The quiet didn't last long. Aurienne heard the sounds of footsteps and shouting echoing through the halls, and she immediately took off in the direction that she was pretty sure led up to the surface.

The noise of the guards got a bit louder as she approached the staircase that had brought her down here the day before, but no one seemed to be onto her just yet. This was the point where she simply let her instincts carry her forward. She knew hesitating would be her undoing, which left surprise as her most effective strategy.

As she reached the top step, she pushed off and launched herself into the closed door that awaited her, shoulder first. The wood gave way to her momentum, the door itself separating from the latch and hinges in a shower of splinters. The noise of the impact echoed through the sentencing chambers, where the same priest from the day before was no doubt consigning some other poor bastard to death or imprisonment. All heads turned to the sound, but she paid them no mind as she charged forward, past the befuddled guards and straight across the room to the far door.

She crashed through that door, too, drawing more attention from the main atrium. It doesn't matter. Just keep running. She sprinted ahead, most of the onlookers jumping out of her way in surprise rather than attempting to apprehend her. In yet another stroke of luck, the main doors slowly eased open as she ran towards them, likely someone else entering or leaving. She took the opportunity and dashed past them and out into the cold air of Ishgard.

Down to the Steps now. You can outrun them.

She made a beeline for the lower parts of the city. The bridge connecting Ishgard with southern Coerthas was her goal, and if she got there before the reports of her escape did, then she'd be home free. She reached a familiar intersection, one she knew well from her youth and adolescence. A right turn here would lead back to the Lanencourt estate, back to her family, back to what used to be her home. She barely slowed down as she hung a left.

Aurienne tore past the lower entrance of the Forgotten Knight, taking a back street to avoid passing in front of the knight headquarters, only slowing down and shouldering her axe when she reached the aetheryte plaza.

As before, she heard commotion off in the distance from the districts above her, but it seemed word hadn't made it down to the front gate just yet. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and marched purposefully towards the gatehouse at the entrance to the Steps of Faith.

“State your name and business,” the guard called out to her, barely looking up from his paperwork.

“Ser Lanencourt, here on assignment to Camp Dragonhead.” She paused for a second before adding, “–On special request of Lord Haurchefant.” It was another long shot, but if anyone might have the heart to bail her out given her circumstances, it might be him. At least if the tales of his kindness were anything to go by.

“Don't see you on the list, you sure?”

“It was a last minute request, you can take it up with him yourself if you don't believe me.”

The guard sighed, clearly weighing the risk to his job against the hassle of sending someone to track down the man in charge of Camp Dragonhead.

“All right, go ahead. Don't cause any trouble, though.”

“I won't, sir.”

The gate in front of her swung open, and she strode through it at a brisk pace, not wishing to remain in such an exposed choke point for any longer than she needed to.

The wind howled as she crossed the bridge, one determined step after another. She tried not to think too much about what lay in her wake: the guards, the chaos, the broken doors; her family, their reputation surely dashed and left wondering what had become of her; those dead out in the snow because she wasn’t strong enough or clever enough to help them. She tried to force her wandering mind to focus instead on what lay ahead of her; where she might go, and what she might do once she got there.

Mercifully, the stone-walled isolationism of Ishgard would work to her benefit once she escaped its confines. She knew that the other city-states of Eorzea weren’t on friendly terms with Ishgard, so it was highly unlikely the Ishgardian soldiers would chase her past the borders of Coerthas. Once she was across that threshold, though, she grew less certain. What little she’d heard of Gridania’s views on outsiders wasn’t reassuring, not to mention the fact that the Lancer’s guild there apparently had some communication with the Ishgardian dragoons, so going there put her at risk of capture and extradition. Ul’dah didn’t really seem the place for her either: the climate alone was enough to put her off the idea, but she’d also heard rumors of a rapidly growing refugee crisis that she didn’t wish to add to.

That left Limsa Lominsa, across the Strait of Merlthor to the southwest.

Aurienne had never even seen the sea, let alone been on a boat, but what she’d gathered from the odd trader and traveler made it seem like a good place for someone to disappear. There was lots of work to be had from people who didn’t ask too many questions. And right about now, that was exactly what she needed.

She snapped back to her senses as the far gatehouse on the bridge seemed to suddenly appear in front of her, the gate itself swinging open as she approached. The guard there offered a silent nod, which she returned, trying to avoid direct eye contact should someone happen to recognize her.

Thankfully, no one had. Whatever commotion she'd left behind must have left the guards and knights scrambling to figure out where to start looking. That, or they were just really out of shape.

The thought of winded guards huffing and puffing as they ran after her brought a smirk to her face that was hidden from the world by her helmet.

She stepped off the bridge on the Coerthan side, from the hard stone onto the snow-covered roads that wound into the mountains and forest. The road on her left led to Camp Dragonhead, where she'd claimed to be going, but the last thing she wanted to do is be where they thought she would be when word eventually made it to the bridge. She turned right.

Aurienne trekked through Whitebrim, through the narrow rock of Daniffen Pass, and past the giant crater of red stone that bled through the snowfall on the far side. She constantly checked back over her shoulder and scanned the horizon ahead for any sign of people who might be hunting for her, but no one ever appeared. It was just her, the snow, and the forest, with the occasional wild beast for a bit of excitement.

She avoided taking the direct route into Gridania past the Observatorium, and opted instead for the southwestern path through the Hall of the Seven Echoes. She'd heard that it connected to a settlement called Revenant's Toll, and that it might be somewhere to figure out how to accomplish the next leg of her journey. As she took a determined first step into the narrow canyon, her stomach growled unceremoniously. Might also be a place to find some food.

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Aurienne de Lanencourt

Dare I go right off the precipice, following the footsteps of no one else? Found myself between routine and heartache, knowing it was not a life to lead...

Wanted and on the run for the crime of fomenting heresy (daring to aid the people trying to survive in the wilds of Coerthas), Aurienne makes the trek through Whitebrim and into Mor Dhona, determined to start a new life for herself in Limsa Lominsa. Little does she know this is the first step on path that will bring her into contact with the eventual Warrior of Light...

At long last, she's no longer just a rough idea in my head! I had the thought yesterday to finally snap a couple quick pictures of her to accompany a little story I wrote about her (which I'll also post relatively soon), so here she is! Still gotta iron out a few details about her backstory (I realize now that I made her a duskwight, which I should probably explain somehow haha) but otherwise I'm happy with how she looks.

For the folks who either skipped the giant pinned post or forgot, the tl, dr is that after escaping Ishgard, she joins the Marauder's Guild in Limsa. While on patrol she spots Aelita, who she notices is 1) very strong and skilled at swinging farm tools and 2) all by herself despite being only a teenager. Aurienne basically takes Aelita under her wing and trains her, and the rest is history!

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(Hope you don't mind I wrote a little in character reply to this along with my own thoughts at the bottom!)

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“My memory for this thing has always been a bit shite, but I think I've got at least one answer for ya.”

“It was in the middle of the campaign in Doma. We hadn't found Hien yet, but we'd just managed to disrupt some of the local Imperials who'd had the nearby farmers under their boot. Yugiri and I’d been talking a lot back and forth by this point: about our homes, our lives, our purposes. I hadn't exactly sorted out my feelings yet, but I did know she was a friend who I always liked seein’ around.”

“Anyroad. She'd spotted an Imperial airship that appeared to be the Crown Prince’s, and despite pretty much everyone making a fuss about it, she insisted on trying to kill him, then and there.” Aelita lets out a sigh. “I tagged along when I realized she was going no matter what, but needless to say, things didn't go great. Just seeing her lying there, having given absolutely everything for a world she might not see, it was the most heroic thing I'd ever seen.”

She laughs, the kind of laugh that only ever comes with hindsight. “It was also the dumbest thing I'd ever seen. And the saddest. I remember holding her as we ran away, just prayin’ and prayin’ to anyone that was listening for her to wake up. After all the rage had worn off and I had time to think I… I realized I didn't want to live in a world without her. And I was so gods-damned scared I'd missed the chance to tell her that.”

“Thank the Navigator she did pull through and I got to say my piece.” Aelita scratches the back of her neck and breaks into a guilty smile. “I was lucky then, and I continue to be lucky now.”

“Y'know, I suppose luck was always part of our relationship. I just happened to be in Horizon on some other business when she arrived with the first contingent of refugees. I'll always remember that first time I saw her: a gorgeous violet gemstone against the barren sands of Thanalan.” She focuses hard for a moment, trying to recall the name of the mineral she's visualizing. “Chrys would absolutely know… it's not quartz, it's the purple kind��� Amethyst! That's the one.” She smiles, proud of herself for remembering. “I think she was the only thing I remembered about that trip. Absolutely zero memory of what it was I was there to do. But there was just this aura she had. Didn't matter that I couldn't see what she looked like, I just knew that I wanted to meet that person again someday. And someone somewhere must've overheard me, cause I not only got to meet her again, I got to know her and help her and her people, too.”

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(As for why me, the person behind Aelita, found Yugiri so interesting: I knew I wanted to make a hrothgal and have her be a refugee, and I was idly thinking about possible characters she might click with as someone with a bigger, louder personality and a background as a tank that gets into the fray, and the more I thought on it, the more I saw them as a couple! They've got a good mix of shared experiences and goals alongside some differences in personal philosophy and battle strategy that makes them fun to write. If you're interested in more, check out A Star Hidden In The Clouds for a bit of pining, Horizon for that chance first meeting, and What Goes Unsaid and Hackneyed for the big pre- and post-Zenos-confrontation moments :3)

fellow wol x npc shippers- If applicable, what was the "oh" moment for you and your oc falling for their love interest? Was yours seperate from your WoL's?

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!!!Set Your Sights!!!

On the newest revolver model from the Skysteel Manufactory, with parts forged by the master smith Aelita Tirasch herself! More accurate, faster reloading, and fewer jams than any other handgonne on the market, guaranteed! Easy for any layperson to learn to use!

To place an order or enquire about lessons, write to: The Skysteel Manufactory c/o Stephanivien Haillenarte, Foundation, Ishgard

Given Aelita's proclivity for metalworking and her drive to support the downtrodden, Machinist seemed like the most natural fit for her as a ranged job, on the off chance that she doesn't need to be right in the center of the action. She's certainly not as skilled a markswoman as Joye, but she can hold her own with a revolver, and she takes great pride in helping Stephanivien with drafting and manufacturing new designs!

Also have a bonus slightly zoomed in shot cause I like looking at her:

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Hold me in this wild, wild world

'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be

And in your heat I feel how cold it can get

I was in the mood for making something short and sweet for Aelita & Yugiri, and then I remembered I had an adjusted version of this wonderful pose from @necromeowncy floating around on my hard drive! A quick trip to Mor Dhona to finally give it a more fitting background was all it really needed, turns out :3

Also one of my other not-on-tumblr xiv pals said that this looks like a moment where Aelita would be purring and. Yeah She Definitely Is.

I realize now outfit-wise Yugiri is wearing some old clothes given that this would have to be after Stormblood, but maybe she just decided to wear it for a trip back to bring the other refugees back to a free Doma, or maybe this is just something Yugiri's imagining while both of them are in Mor Dhona in the early post-ARR parts of the story. Regardless I just wanted it to be nice, and I think her full ninja armor isn't as huggable!

(and whoops I totally posted this before I finished typing by accident)

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Glamtober But It's November - #28 - Sun or Moon

In the name of the moon, Aelita will punish– er, befriend you!

Glam Details:

Head - Far Eastern Schoolgirl’s Hair Ribbon - Pastel Blue

Body - Educand’s Sailor Top - Pure White/Pastel Blue

Hands - False Nails - Pastel Blue

Legs - Collegiate Skirt - Pastel Blue

Feet - Dirndl’s Pumps - Pastel Blue/Pure White

Wearable By: Any Job

Prompt List

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Glamtober But It's November - #22 - Ball or Party

The food and drink has been delightful, and the music has been heavenly, but no ball is complete without a turn on the dancefloor, and as luck would have it, the distinguished Aelita Tirasch is requesting the next dance– with you!

Glam Details:

Head - Archeo Kingdom Beret of Healing - Jet Black

Body - Alpine Coat - Royal Blue

Hands - Holy Rainbow Gloves - Pure White

Legs - Educand’s Slacks

Feet - High House Boots

Wearable By: Healer (Lv 100)*

*there are variants of the hat with different dye patterns available to different jobs and at level 90

Prompt List

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Glamtober But It's November - #17 - Summer

Summer is the season for beach trips and catching friends who wander a bit to close to the water with a surprise splash!

Glam Details:

Head: Island Leaf Headdress

Body: Summer Indigo Shirt - Sunset Orange/Raptor Blue

Hands: Isle Vacationer’s Wrist Torques - Sunset Orange

Legs: Cropped Summer Indigo Slops - Orchard Brown

Feet: Moonfire Sandals - Sunset Orange/Raptor Blue

Wearable By: Any Job

Prompt List

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Glamtober But It's November - #13 - Othard

With each return voyage and hand-crafted gift that the people of the Doman Enclave insisted on giving her as thanks for her help, Aelita found Othard feeling more and more like home.

Glam Details:

Weapon - Persimmon Cane

Head - Far Eastern Schoolgirl's Hair Ribbon - Dark Green

Body - Yanxian Merchant's Haori

Hands - Moonward Armlets of Healing - Celeste Green

Legs - Yanxian Hakama of Healing

Feet - Resshi Zori - Pure White/Dark Green*

Wearable By: WHM (Lv 90+)

Prompt List

*Note about the glam under the cut

So I accidentally goofed this and used a saved appearance with the Far Eastern Schoolboy's Zori, which are not equippable by female characters at time of writing. If you want the appearance identical to the shot, use those dyed Dark Green. Otherwise, the Resshi Zori dyed with Pure White as the main dye and Dark Green as the second dye are pretty much the same and should work for female characters (assuming you're not using crimes). Sorry!