#Binding Coils

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

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[snail-fever]

just did coils (very late ik) and i have so many feelings about it in general - but especially about urianger's worries regarding alisaie's mental health and grief. he's such a sweet friend and i like to think she confided in him in private when she didn't have to worry about impressing the wol.

[dragons-bones]

Yoshi-P, sir

what the fuck is Solar Bahamut

where did it come from

when did it come from

why I am junctioning it to Synnove's soul and her carbuncles

why the fuck does its big blasting attack leave behind Hydaelyn's crystal of light arcane circle

I need one fucking job quest explaining this shit Yoshi-P!!!!

Some of the yelling from SPACE chat today while we watched the PLL:

ONE

FUCKING

SUMMONER JOB QUEST

PRETTY PLEASE.

[dove-tears]

edmund mcmillen character smoochability tierlist (anyone i didnt include goes in the lowest tier sorry)

[abyssalmermaiden]

the most annoying people you know

[asleepinawell]

Nael van Darnus - The White Raven

Tsuki ni kawatte, oshioki yo!

[idalenn]

Day 2 - Horizon

Ao3 Link

Continuation of Day 1's prompt and Alphinaud and Lillian's meeting with Lolorito. Hearing of their experience with the Syndicate, another member offers assistance to the Crystal Braves (A Realm Reborn)

Full text below the cut:

“As a show of good faith, I shall be transparent: My self-aggrandizing rival is settling down for a feast that will surpass all before, and I intend to steal every morsel he has yet to lay his sordid hands on. All will be mine: meat, wine, bread, cheese, salt, and fruit. He has prepared the silverware and I will allow him that, if only to savor his cries upon raising the cloche to find my excrement steaming on that plate, and every plate besides.” The mustachioed Lalafell sunken into the cushions cackles like a fiend, hands clapping as he cheers for fantasies long on the horizon, his mirth mirrored by the cadre of servants circling the terrace.

Laughing loudest are the two Roegadyn rippling in muscle on his left and right, grey skin glistening in the sun, their palm leaf fans children’s toys in gargantuan hands. Clad in nothing but violet loincloths sheerer than summer clouds, every breeze is a test of will; the mind’s need to track movement against the social faux pas of being caught staring.

Below them, sunken into the center of the tiered seating pit, a trio of Au’ra giggle and splash about; one man and two women clad only in airs. Sirens looking to draw in the unwary. One climbs onto a slab of rock baked warm under the sun before turning over to expose her chest for Monetarist and guests, tail bone-yellow as teeth lazily drifting its tip across one velvet thigh, black as the night.

As his eyes begin to drift downward, Lillian jabs Alphinaud’s shin with the toe of her boot and draws a sharp gasp from the boy.

“I averted my gaze that time,” he angrily whispered.

“You’re doing better than me.”

A shadow falls across Lillian’s face, the entertainment above wordlessly calling out to be noticed, all contorting pale limbs and an arched back with feline ears twitching, a strip of silk obscuring nothing as they twist across a causeway of ropes. At a snap of the Lalafell’s fingers, the Miqo’te snatches a soft white pearl from a bowl hanging near. With the rope in hand, she uncurls her body like a snake lowering a curious head, legs outstretched and spread, and places the pearl atop the mound between, balancing it perfectly until level with his mouth for him to slurp the prize up.

He fixes his guests with a wry grin and winks at Lillian as she crosses her legs, red-faced. “Half-boiled hummingbird’s eggs. Care for a taste?” Something glistens on his gentleman’s mustache styled after Lolorito’s own.

A harsh laugh echoes. “I’d reckon the boy fancies more than a single taste of your lavish company, my lord.”

“Pleased am I to know that my establishment appeals to a potential partner. Pray let me know if you desire of me to whet your appetite or wet your lips while we discuss my terms.” He waved the Miqo’te contortionist back into her ropes. “I will be more than delighted to oblige. Ilberd has informed me much and more about you, my dear Warrior of Light. Such a splendid title. Well earned, I’m told. Shame I’d not possessed his crucial eye during your first arrival to Ul’dah all that time ago, else we might have sealed our alliance earlier. Alas, the coin turns.”

Alphinaud straightened his back, keeping his eyes forward along the narrow road free of distracting bodies. “Lord Adeledji…”

“Teledji Adeledji. To the name I was born, and the name you will speak.” He held an open hand aloft. A flurry of activity overtook the servants.

 “… Lord Teledji Adeledji.”

A glass brimming with layers of blue and red liquid topped with citrus slices appeared in the Lalafell’s hand with a blur of movement, bowl wider than his palm. He sipped at the contents, a crude appreciative noise rolling up his throat while he swallowed as the servants looked on. A visible weight lifted from their figures after he smacked his lips. “Continue,” he said.

“Ample allowance we’ve given to review your letter, in part because of your generous offer of supplying the Crystal Braves with weapons, manpower, and funding, but also in part,” he paused, looking to Lillian for a supportive nod, “Not that we doubt your magnanimity, but our experience with Lolorrito has taught us – has taught me – that no member of the Syndicate would willingly choose to operate on a loss.” Reaching into his pocked he pulled forth the letter received by the Crystal Braves, the seal placed by Teledji’s own hand broken. “No demands of us are written.”

“You believe I possess ulterior motive?”

The boy swallowed. “I do. A man of business, and a capable leader, nonetheless, always seeks profit in any form.”

Silence stretched long and thoughtful between them punctuated so often by the flapping of fabric and the splash of water. Teledji sipped at his drink, eyes closed, though none could discern if he were thinking, listening, or waiting out Alphinaud’s sanity. His accusation had been a bold one, and anticipation of the answer multiplied its weight and sodden the mass in a fearful poison. Apprehension had slowed even the servants' movements.

“Did I not tell you, Teledji?” Ilberd’s features twisted into a wolfish smirk. “Lolorito’s mistake was your gain.”

“Indeed, it was. Young Alphinaud can see right through us now.”

Teledji opened one eye to regard the boy. “I have misled you. I can provide the Crystal Braves funding and men, but no weapons. Close your mouth before the flies intrude. Time comes now for a lesson from me – I intend to teach you the art of trade and favors. By the end of our arrangement, you shall have all the weapons you desire in addition to my previous offerings, and I the means to carry out my campaign against Lolorito.”

“If I acquiesce to your new terms.”

“I assure you they’re supremely fair. And Ilberd will be assisting, as will your Warrior of Light.” He drained the rest of his glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Tell me – are you familiar with Castrum Occidens?”

[tiredassmage]

so ah. i might have. gotten irrationally distracted and put off putting the arr afterstory stuff off for. [checks smudged writing on hand] gc rank and seal grinding. alliance hunt bill unlocking. leveling the chocobo. taking a brief vacation with the sahagin society quests. etc. etc.

and. i might... have misplaced enough of my marbles to see just how far i can solo the normal binding coils on a lvl 81 viper. >: D [spoodles. and my outcomes below xD]

[MANIACAL LAUGHTER]

GODSDAMN IT NAEL!!!!! TAKE THAT!!!!!

pppHHHWWWOOOOOOOO. thank you randomly googled solo drg guide for this fight from 4 years ago u are my savior and also my extreme fucking spite and annoyance because nael you can't give me a like under 1% instadeath i WILL get your ass!!!!!!

[rubber chicken scream]

VINDICATIONNNNNNNN!

listen. i'm rotating their friendship score, okay?

anyway i only saw like bits and pieces of this once a few years ago when some friends overleveled it for me so i wanted to see how far i could get, okay?

[fisherrprince]

COILS OF BAHAMUT REFERENCE? AND MUSIC LETS GOOOOO RAAAAHHHHH

[photosfromeorzea]

IC-01 Control

[wine-dark-soup]

i can't believe urianger was already keeping secrets in ARR (doesn't tell alisaie he gets help from alphinaud) and that the person that asked him to keep the secret (alphinaud) tells the wronged one (alisaie) not to be mad at him because he was merely following instructions

[edeldoro]

Drowsily imagining Kafka and Himeko swapping their Ultimate aesthetics

[arianeoftheglade]

Louisoix's grandchildren

[asleepinawell]

The Final Coil Of Bahamut - Turn 4

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

WIP Wednesday (on a Monday)

Tagged by @galadae!! Thank you ^^

Tagging (with 0 pressure) @azure-dragonsinger @lilbittymonster @tallbluelady

Endwalker spoiler and light Shadowbringers & Coils of Bahamut spoilers below

One of the more finished scenes from The Big Ultima Thule Fic to accommodate a 4 person WoLparty rather than a singular WoL

Metion’s nest loomed too far overhead.

Alisaie walked back towards the crystal bridge left for them by G’raha. Deliberately focusing on her steps. Calm. Controlled. Balanced. Her hands instinctively traced the hilt of her foil and the focus on her hips. If there was anything here she was prepared. The silence and emptiness pressed down on her though she could have sworn that her steps on the thick dust covered ground echoed as though she was walking through an empty grand hall.

As Muireann’s carbuncle bounded up to her she was reminded that she was not alone in her distaste for being too eager for self-sacrifices. However, it was clear from the fretting of the four warriors of light that they would not be best suited to face the vast emptiness that greeted Metion on this planet. She and her brother, however, were well-versed in not succumbing to loneliness. A benefit to being a twin perhaps.

Alisaie avoided meeting Shin or Match’s eyes and swung around to re-examine a long abandoned table so as to not walk into Raer as she swallowed her decision with none too little frustration. Muireann, picking up the carbuncle that had followed her, righted the chair opposite.

“I dislike the silence.”

“That’s not what you mean.”

“I dislike your silence. You’ve found something you do not like,” Muireann had dropped her voice, eyes glancing towards Match for a reaction, “and you do not believe we would like it either.”

Alisaie met her eyes. The same steel mask of determination that had come over her when Tesleen turned, when Emet-Selch had goaded them at Mount Gulg, the face she had first seen when the shade of her own grandfather greeted them at Dalamud’s core stared back at her. Muireann already knew. Hells, she had probably known before Alisaie herself.

“There’s no way to the nest.” It was barely a whisper but she knew Muireann would hear.

“And you intend to make one.”

“Alphinaud will have come to the same conclusion I’m sure.” She offered a weak smile, “at least I’ll not be going on my own…”

Muireann’s cold mask cracked as her eyes flashed the burning red of dragonfire. Grief had been shoved aside for the calculating logic true, but there was a righteous fury that raged inside the mage that Alisaie had never witnessed first hand, only heard tell of.

She pitied who or whatever lay in wait in the nest above.

“It’ll be naught but a brief departure. We’ll get you back.”

When Alisaie raised her eyebrow at Muireann’s matter-of-fact tone she earned only a shrug.

“I promised yer mom.”

[headaching]

we don’t talk about spirals enough (the shape not the mental breakdown. although—)