#Hingan Apartment

[n3rd-qu33n]

Shirogane Hingan Loft

Like most Warrior's of Light, Z'itlalli needed a place to stay in the Far East. Here is her little home away from home, her Hingan Loft.

(Exodus [Primal], Kobai Goten Wing 1, Room #009, 16th Ward, Shirogane)

The seating area with garden.

The hallway with dining area.

The quaint little kitchen.

The bedroom.

[moonmoon-ren]

REUNION

PART 2: The Map Room

Late is the hour when a Warrior of Light finds his way to my study.

Good evening Ren, G'raha said while placing down his books on the desk already wondering what the WoL might be up to.

Evenin' G'raha. Quite late for studying ?

Could say the same about you, a cheeky laugh escaped G'raha's mouth. I ran into Erenville on my way here. He mentioned he saw you at Thaliak's Arcade all alone and was worried about you. So I will ask: are you alright? Lately you have been a bit absent and reserved.

Deep sigh

Ren let out a deep sigh when he heard G'raha say this. As if these words were just the drop that were needed to crack and shatter into pieces.

No G'raha, I'm not okay. But I'm going to change that.

By staring at the world map ?

Hahaha, cheeky catboy, Ren could not help grinning.

Come on, you know you can tell me Ren. What is suddenly so interesting about this map ?

Dalmasca.

Dalmasca?

But, but ... Thats so far away from here and not really easy to reach. Not to mention that it might or might not be a war ravaged land. If I recall correct then The Garlean Empire also invaded the Kingdom of Dalmasca and by extend also your homeland, the Skatay Range.

While G'raha meant well, and only mentioned this in scholarly excitement, it made Ren's stomach turn upside down. All he kept thinking was: "I should never have left, Sequoia, Mom, Dad ... my sisters, the Treehouse Club, are they safe?"

I once travelled from the Range to Kugane - no - I only travelled from the Range to Kugane. By boat. The journey across the seas is not so difficult, if the Navigator allows us safe passage. Apart from that, I know that The Range borders to the Fringes in the West, be it a small border. Travelling trough the Fringes is not a problem, I have been there not long ago. The Range might be much trickier. My other option would be sailing to Othard and going via Golmore. But that would also mean i have to cross Rava territory. Our peoples never had any trouble with each other, but I also know that neither Rava nor Veena likes intruderers in their respective lands.

So this is what you are brooding about? Going home ?

Yes.

Why ? Why now ?

Oh Raha ... (silence)

Ren tried finding his composure and trying not to burst out in tears, maybe he could tell Raha his story?

I grew up like any other Viera, in a tribe, in the vast woods of the Skatay Range. My father however bears a foreign family name: Kimura. A family from Hingashi.

Wait. That's why you have so much affinity with Hingan Culture? How ? I tought that Viera tribes are generally averse against outsiders?

Yes, but according to my father we Kimuras are explorers, so being an "adventurer" is kind of in my blood. The first Kimuras wanted to leave the Range and explore more of the world outside. Tough, they did not bear that family name in those days. It is the people of Hingashi who gave these curious "rabbit people" the name Kimura. It means "from the tree village" I guess that was the best way to describe our home.

Fascinating, please continue Ren.

Yes. My father has always been a merchant working for the Kugane Markets and trade networks there. He often travelled from Kugane to Dalmasca. One day he got an offer where he had to travel to the Skatay Range for rare goods that are only made by the Greenleaf Tribe. My father succeeded in finding the tribe and ran into a woman whom he later married. My mom. She captured him and brought him back to the tribe. Our chief back in that day was relentless and ordered my father to be executed. The chief was of the opinion that my father was a traitor and spy. My mom however found this a harsh verdict. She pleaded the Council of Elders to spare his life but force my father to stay among the tribe. Her influence as the tribe healer proved useful and they decided that he could stay, on one condition. He had to keep the Kimura name, which was a punishment worse then death because with this everyone knew he was an outsider making it difficult to interact with out members of the tribe, let alone get food. But yes, long story short; they got closer to each other, married (surprsingly !) and they got three kits: Natsumi, Yumi and me.

As kits we often got bullied by the others, my sisters not so much. They were quite fierce and sort of earned the respect.

Me on the other hand ... I, always was a little bit a strange duck. At my 13th, like other kits i turned out to be boy* and was sent to live and train with the other boys. I was a failure at most things but i survived. most days i spent alone, hiding, exploring on my own, and spending time with my sister Yumi who tried to help me with archery. Our chief had lack of respecting the tradition of keeping boys and girls apart and we often trained together.

Its also at this time that i met Sequoia.

(*Viera kits have till their 13th no visible gender. )

(flashback to that day)

Hey, you're Ren right ?

Go away.

Hmm, what ? you think i'm one of those bullies? Yeah, i saw them. I saw you. No one deserves that, and you look really kind and sweet Ren.

I said, go away, leave me alone ...

Sorry Ren, but can't do. You look like you could use a friend. Why don't you stand up and walk a bit with me?

Feeling that this Viera might not give up, Ren slowly gave in to his questions.

I'm Sequoia by the way.

I know. You ... a-are the chief s-

Son ... yes but please, don't remind me too much of that. I rather am just Sequoia.

From this day you will come with me, okay ? I see you way too often being alone, and sad and that how a Viera should live.

That day, I did not realise I just met the most wonderful person ever in my life so far.

The blink in your eyes when you tell about him, betrays your feelings for him, Ren. (G'raha could not help but giggle)

I ... how ?

Just a wild guess, but that blink in your eyes thats something; alright.

This is why I am here G'raha. I want to go home and try find my tribe, my family, my friends, Sequoia. Him most of all. There is something i must tell him.

I think your best bet would be going via The Fringes.

As G'raha said this, Ren smiled and they stared a little moment at the map again.

I'm running home to you...

Will continue in Part 3: The Fringes.

[riftdancing]

Softer question this time.

Question Three! Siyoh grew up in a bakery. She helped work it. She suffered for it. Does she still bake? Does she have a favorite recipe? A favorite food?

Siyoh's life at this point revolves around food and hospitality. She's dedicated her life to becoming a passionate culinarian and trades woman.

After the revolution Rex helped her reclaim her family's business by financing her purchase of the old family Bakery, which was at least still mostly intact. Now that the occupation had passed Siyoh wanted to restore the honor her parents had fostered before her and celebrate their memory.

She considered reopening a bakery, but with it brought many ill memories of living a life under occupation. Furthermore, since living in Limsa Lominsa she'd learned a lot about both Othardian and Eorzean cooking. Too, she learned many out West were not familiar with Eastern customs nor food, and this was something she wanted to change.

Siyoh is incredibly passionate about Doman (and Thavnarian) culture. She loves spreading the wisdom both her Mother and Father passed on to her about their traditions and culture. She's excited to share Eastern food with those who have never tried it before, and since the revolution brought so many new faces to the East it cultivated the perfect opportunity for her current business, the Umbral Udon, which operates out of the building which used to be her Mother's bakery.

A now thriving venture in the East, it serves primarily as a Ramen Shop/Noodle Bar. However, there is an RSVP only venture in which Siyoh cooks a multi-course meal for a group of up to six diners she calls 'A Taste of the East.' This is mostly for foreigners but some locals enjoy participating too. The goal of this meal is to introduce patrons to an assortment of both Hingan and Doman cuisine and educate them on the historical and cultural influences and significance of each dish.

As a trader following in her Father's footsteps and working with a lot of his pre-established contacts, Siyoh has access to a wide range of the most fresh and delicious ingredients on the Eastern roads, seas, and winds. Further more, as the Umbral Udon works hand in hand with her sister establishment, Azuma's 'The Doman Dragon', they also have a large plot of land where they work their own fresh foods and ingredients.

Her work ethic, trading know-how, and contacts are what likely originally caught Rex's eye and influenced him to finance both establishments. But also likely led to the early attractions between both Rex and Siyoh, who are now romantically involved much much later down the line.

These days, most of the labor for the Umbral Udon is worked by staff which have been carefully curated by Siyoh. Why? Because she has moved her business further West to be more involved with Firelight Trading Company leading their Hospitality division. (You know, so that she can be closer to her man and not an entire ocean apart...)

Part of her job entails things such as curating the menu and management of The Fireside. Which is why if you ever attend one of the Fireside in game roleplay events, you might catch Siyoh make an entrance in the last 20-30 minutes before close to take inventory, see what sold, make adjustments to the menu, and make sure the staff and Baristas (like Mihli and Sarrai) are happy.

So she absolutely still bakes. I don't think she bakes for sale any more, but rather more as a love language for those around her and to keep the memories of her Mother close.

When Siyoh was still spending time under As'htola's roof in Limsa Lominsa, I once wrote about how she covered her kitchen in currant tarts. She spent the entire day and night making them, desperate to perfect them because she could almost remember why they mattered so much to her. And that Starlight, she remembered it was because of her Mother.

So food and cooking, also played major parts in Siyoh regaining her memories and healing too.

Food is her love language, but also a universal language. Food brings people together.

[velnica]

FFXIV Write 2023: #26 Last

Explicit | Sanson/Guydelot | 1691 words

A/N: Part of Singing Along to the Start of Forever, my Modern AU. Mentions of sexting, sending nudes and delicious things the boys get up to when they can’t sleep in the same bed.

The first time Sanson had sent him a mildly suggestive pic, Guydelot’s heart rate had jumped several beats. He’d been away on a concert tour in Thanalan and missing Sanson terribly that the mere sight of Sanson’s bare chest, grainy and poorly-lit, nearly sent him into a complete tailspin. Of course he’d joked about partners sending their musician boyfriends something nice while they were away, but never in a million years did he imagine Sanson would actually do it.

There was decidedly a lot of sexting in their chat history that night, raising the bar for their long distance sex life.

The first time Sanson sent him an actual nude was the first time they had video sex. It was Sanson’s turn to spend a few days away for an interview. Not far, just to Castrum Oriens in Ala Mhigo for a research piece on the Autumn War. Guydelot had been throwing some bachelor’s dinner together of pies and chips when a picture of Sanson, clearly naked in his hotel bed, appeared on his screen. Immediately he pressed the video call button and needless to say his dinner was cold by the time he ate it.

The first time Sanson had sent him a lewd photo, he was on stage in Ishgard and didn’t see it until well past bedtime. Worse, he couldn’t do anything about it on account of sharing a room with Estinien and Aymeric—he’d never live it down if they found out. The earliest he could be alone was before lunch the next day, when he furiously stroked himself to a picture of Sanson gripping his cock until he came hard under the warm shower. When he saw Heustienne in a cafe nearby afterwards, she'd just looked at his flushed face and teased him until the tips of his ears were on fire.

Sisterly instinct was a terrifying thing indeed.

That night he sent back an equally explicit picture and a new tradition was born: for every night that they were apart they would take turns sending a photo, and the recipient would either have to video call back if their time zones aligned, or they'd have to describe—in great detail—their reaction.

Well, it turned out that Sanson, if he really wished to, would make a great erotica writer. So much for him thinking he had no gift for verses—each successive line he sent made Guydelot's collar hotter and hotter and by the time he finished reading he couldn’t even remember what good sex felt like before Sanson entered his life.

They continued this tradition for a while, both enjoying this new phase of their relationship, until that one fateful day when Guydelot thought he was going to have a stroke in broad daylight.

It was far too early in the morning and they’d just arrived at their hotel in Kugane. Fjora was talking—in perfect Hingan—to the concierge whilst everyone else slouched on the available sofas after more than half a day of flying. Guydelot had collapsed next to Ysayle, who was trying her best to fan herself with her boarding pass. True to her nickname, the ice queen was having decidedly less than great time dealing with the sweltering Hingan summer. Only Estinien seemed to be wholly unbothered by it though he’d kept his hair up in a bun anyway to combat the heat.

Fjora’s voice suddenly sounded a little tight and Guydelot grimaced, though he had no idea what was happening, it was clear that there was an issue or two about their rooms. With a sigh he pulled out his phone and connected it to the free hotel wi-fi; might as well browse some trashy news while he waited for everything to get sorted.

The connection had scarcely been established when his phone suddenly buzzed. ‘Don’t open until you’re alone’ the message had said. It then buzzed again and a blurry preview image came up. He grinned. Right, he’d been away technically overnight, and Sanson obviously couldn’t wait to send this picture. Oh, this should be good. He debated excusing himself away but one: he had his back towards a wall and two: everyone else was too busy browsing their phones too so he angled himself even more away from his bandmates, threw caution to the wind and clicked on the preview.

A loading bar appeared and Guydelot realised it was a video instead of a photo. Well, this was new, Sanson had never sent him one before; he always maintained that he didn’t like hearing his voice recorded. The bar filled up a few seconds later and it started playing automatically, showing a close-up of Sanson’s very much naked body.

His choker suddenly felt a size too small.

The camera shook for a moment as Sanson fiddled with it. Once he was happy with the position he moved away, showing Guydelot a backdrop of their bedroom. They’d finally decided to move Guydelot proper into Sanson’s room, and sealed the deal by going bed shopping together. Warmth seeped into Guydelot’s chest as he remembered how he’d flopped onto their new mattress, giddy at finally having enough space for his limbs to spread and stretch only to find Sanson looking at him with deep adoring eyes. He had smiled then and in return Sanson climbed atop him and kissed him thoroughly until he lost all sense of time.

They baptised their new bed multiple times that night.

Sanson re-entered the frame and sat on the bed. He straightened his legs, showing Guydelot a perfect view of his toned abs and thighs… and his proud, erect cock.

Guydelot’s cheeks burned and he wished his uncomfortably tight jeans could magically disappear right then.

There was a flutter of noises as Sanson rummaged for something behind him and when his hand came back into view, Guydelot audibly choked. Sanson was holding a turquoise-coloured dildo, which glistened with lube in the low light of their bedside table. Slowly he reached down between his legs with his other hand, slipping his fingers into himself with a sigh, stretching and prepping so he could comfortably take on the sizeable toy. His mouth dropped open in pleasure and when they moved, Guydelot could hear his name clearly as if Sanson was right there—

He turned his screen off and slammed his phone down, heart racing a malm a minute. His breaths came out hard and hot through his nose and his face felt like it was on fire. His throat was drier than the desert. His nerve endings buzzed incessantly, like he had far too much energy and no outlet for it to go.

Gods, what the fuck was Sanson thinking? How could Guydelot act like a normal person after seeing… after seeing THAT.

Next to him Ysayle scrunched her brows in concern. “You alright? You look like you just ran a bloody marathon.”

Aymeric piped up, “Did Sanson send you an angry message or something? That was him, right?”

Fuck fuck fuck, he forgot to lower his volume—

Hearing their voices Estinien perked up. He scanned Guydelot up and down, zeroed in on his extremely flushed cheeks, noticed the way he’d put away his phone as if he’d been burned and then smirked.

“Oh, he wished he was running a marathon right now.”

Guydelot wanted to glare at Estinien but all he could muster in his frazzled state was a squeak. Shite, he’d definitely given himself away now.

Estinien’s smirk deepened and he opened his mouth for another teasing, but thank every deity in the universe, Fjora walked in at that exact moment, delaying Guydelot’s doom.

“Managed to convince them to speed up our check in for a reasonable fee. I’m sure you’re all dying to get in the warm shower—what’s so funny Esti?”

“Oh nothing,” Estinien snickered, “Hey Aymeric, mind if I crash in your room for a minute? Need to see if your upgraded pad is worth the money for next time.”

Aymeric stared at him confusedly, “Uh, sure.”

“Excellent. So which room key is whose?” he asked Fjora, who just tilted her head in pure confusion but handed out the keys anyway. Ysayle had her own room, whilst Fjora and Haurchefant had theirs. Guydelot and Estinien were bunking together whilst Aymeric decided to splash out this one time and got a room with a view. All set up the group piled into the lift.

Just before it stopped on their floor, Estinien slung one arm around Guydelot’s shoulder and whispered mischievously into his ear, “You owe me one.”

Guydelot nodded his thanks, hoping he didn’t look far too eager doing it. Estinien just released and pushed him towards the door with a wink. “If you’re gonna have a shower, it better be free when I get back.”

“If that’s the case, don’t get back for another hour—at least,” he clapped back. The last thing he heard before the elevator closed was Estinien’s howling laugh, and Ysayle chiding him for making excessive noise this early in the morning.

As soon as he was alone, Guydelot sprinted towards their room. Hurriedly he opened the door before throwing his bag onto the luggage bench atop his already delivered suitcase. His shoes and clothes followed and then he dove into bed, phone clutched tightly in his hand like a lifeline. Heart still racing he turned the screen on and was greeted by the lovely view again. He wound back a few seconds and pressed play, and this time there was no need to hide anything.

“Guydelot…” Sanson moaned as he pumped his fingers in preparation.

Guydelot gulped loudly and grabbed his own cock. He wondered why Sanson didn’t like hearing his own voice so much, to him it sounded like the most beautiful music ever created. Another moan rumbled through the speaker and he let himself be carried away towards bliss. Oh, Sanson needs to reenact this video in person when Guydelot gets home, he’d beg if he had to.

The dildo came into view again and a brilliant idea popped into his head. Guydelot smirked wickedly.

He was definitely gifting Sanson a silicone moulding kit for their anniversary.

[arianeoftheglade]

Ariane's Ishgard Apartment

No glitches, no mods, all cozy. Ariane is a healer and botanist who loves books, plants, and the stars, and her Ingleside retreat has lots of all of those. A blend of Eastern and Western elements, some dark academia inspiration, lots of indoor foliage, and warm lighting transform imposing Ishgardian stone walls into a place to call home.

Ariane's cozy bed nook has heavy curtains that can be drawn to keep the heat in on extra cold Coerthan nights, a starry night phasmascape above, and a portrait of someone special. Her study space features a botanist's workbench and a cozy reading corner, which she's going to get a lot of use out of if she's ever going to get through all these books. A big stone fireplace serves for cooking and heating, with a couch to curl up on and an extra chair for company. Her kitchen is small but features a large multi-use sink--don't look at the piled-up dishes she's been too busy adventuring to wash--and an elegant Hingan table and chairs and sideboard make up her dining area.

I had a blast designing and crafting and decorating this apartment. Big thanks to my dear friend and omnicrafter @farfromdaylight for helping me finish out my wish list and bring this space to completion. ❤

I have made a few more additions since, which I will post another time, but this is the point at which I called it finished!

[whitherwanderer]

5 // barbarous

He’d never told her.

Never told her how the memory of hearing gunfire haunted him into his dreams and how her wild look as she fired round after round was seared into his thoughts. Even when he thought he’d forgotten it, grown out of it, grown up from it, grown tired of it, it was still there in the quiet. A memory peeking up from the floorboards once all the whimsy and noise had died down. Like spying a mouse in the cupboard and feeling oneself recoil, even though it’s harmless.

He never told her that was the first life he’d ever taken, and he wasn’t sure he ever intended to.

Most people on this side of the Three Great Continents seemed to think the xaela a warlike people. All fury and fire, sowing conflict for conflict’s sake and reaping a glorious bounty in blood. And certainly, some tribes were as bloodthirsty as the gossip he overheard during the nights he posted up beside Nono in his black and gold guard attire, enjoying the opportunity to don the doff the role of a hardened warrior with a temper as well-honed as the blade he wore—and heavens forbid the arrival of a day anyone ever expected him to use it.

But he was not a warrior, or even from a warlike tribe.

There were times he thought he could be one. Especially when tensions began to rise between the Confederate sailors and the Garleans that passed through their waters, tithes unpaid. Rumblings of discontent as the Hingan traders stopped crossing to the mainland and the coffers dried up, the larders emptied, and the fishing nets withered and broke, used long after they were due for replacement. He thought about the illness that had taken some of his unfortunate brothers and sisters, and the physicians that refused to hear his petition for aid. Too risky, they said. He’d thought about using his spear to convince them.

But he did not. He never even reached for it.

Then there was that man who had brought Nono into his study under the pretense of another job, another prize for her to fetch at world’s edge, when all he really wanted was a witness to some greater scheme. Nono knew something was off with the bloke—she had a better sense of these things by then—but Ardeth saw something dark when he first met the man’s eyes. Something unholy, something that was barely contained behind the perfect manners and lavish lifestyle.

They both wanted to believe it was simply the ruthless, competitive nature that lies beneath all merchant princes’ compliments and veiled threats, but if he had truly believed that was the extent of the danger, then he wouldn’t have tailed her to the meeting.

He understood, in the same instant that she’d fired, Nono could not be the one to end him or else her world would come apart. And he was always slipping the boundaries of his own anyway. What was another? He remembered the awful sound that the man made as the spear tip sunk easily into his flesh. It took less effort than Ardeth had ever thought it would, and that alone terrified him. He was thankful he’d never see that spear again.

[starsandauras]

Prompt 18: Fish Out of Water

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 18: Fish Out of Water

Arthur strode into the Rising Stones, a carbuncle confidently tippy tapping alongside him. But this carbuncle wasn’t any of the usual ones, Lile or Niamh or Blodwen. This carbuncle was various shades of blue, the colors shifting in waves. She even looked almost bumpy, not the usual sleek appearance of carbuncles.

Shida looked up from where he was plucking out a tune on his harp, and smiled as his friend settled down at the bar next to him. The carbuncle easily leapt up into Arthur’s lap, and after a quick sniff at Shida, turned in a couple of circles before settling down, seemingly falling asleep. “Shall I take this as a successful summoning?” he asked, waving down the bartender to bring Arthur his usual cup of tea.

Arthur smiled weakly and looked down at the carbuncle in his lap. “After moons of trying, yes,” he murmured, gently petting at the little red triangle in the center of her forehead with a single finger, making her chirp softly. “I’ve had her for a sennight now, this is her first excursion outside of the apartment.”

“Then congratulations are in order, my friend!” The bartender set Arthur’s cup down and Shida tapped the bar in front of him, the bartender nodding in agreement; this was going on Shida’s tab. “To your new breed of carbuncle! The first purely non-combat one, if I remember correctly?”

The arcanist nodded as he doctored his tea to his liking, taking a long sip of it before answering properly. “Pure support, I had to strip out the combat coding to make room for all the sensory coding. She’s much softer than she looks, the bumpiness is an artifact of the coral focus.�� The carbuncle lifted her head to sniff inquisitively at the cup, and Arthur lowered it enough for her to get a closer look at it. “Not for buncles,” he told her, and she did the best approximation of a pout that a carbuncle could do.

“I’m impressed you found a suitable piece of coral already,” Shida said, sipping at his ale.

The other man shrugged, setting his cup down. “Araki fished it up for me, just pure luck he was fishing in that part of the Bloodshore that day.”

“I presume you’ve named her?”

There was a moment, Arthur quietly stroking under her chin, the carbuncle’s eyes closing to pleased slits as he did, before he answered. “Ame,” he finally said.

Shida paused to think a moment, before nodding. “The Hingan word for a kind of hard candy, yes?”

Arthur nodded as well. “It seemed to suit her. She looks like a bit of rock candy, with the color variations, don’t you think?”

“She does indeed, my friend.” He tipped his head in greeting to the carbuncle. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ame.”

Ame looked over to Shida, her head tilting in thought, before promptly ignoring him and curling back up to properly fall asleep.

Shida gasped in mock despair. “Such a cruel rejection, Miss Ame!”

[chynandri]

I never posted about it publicly, but I had an apartment back when I was in Chaos DC. Ever since moving to Dynamis I've just been Gaming and not really doing much else. Recently though, I joined an FC and got a room in it... which means: the Chrom (Ch)Room... Returns!!!!

It's basically almost a one to one reconstruction of the apartment I had. A bit of a tour below

Wasn't sure what to do with this front door area space, so it's a showcase/broom closet. I used to have the Eureka furniture here, but I guess I sold or discarded it before moving.

On the other side is the kitchen! Culinarian is Chrom's main crafting job. It's a bit Ul'dah inspired, as the apartment used to be there and Ul'dah is still my favourite city.

The living area! Scholar is Chrom's main healer (also astrologian) - so he's accumulated a ton of books over his travels... and some Hingan touches as well (always got someone from Doma on the mind...)

The loft is hilariously hard to get into. I am not fixing that anytime soon 😃

Before that though, the bathroom!!! Really simple.

And lastly... the loft!! Which is more like an attic cuz of how small it is... Very simple up here as well (placing and floating things up here is just a hassle. I used to have the marble alcove bed, but now I struggled to float it so nvm)

It's not too crazy, and it's warm and cozy and decently good looking which is good enough for me! Love me that dark wood everywhere

[dial-this-dial-that]

[REVAMP SOON]

Hello and welcome to my page of OCs! Call me Dial (or Fugo if we're close). This page is meant to be a hub for all my FFXIV shenanigans, but especially characters and their stories.

Be warned that I don't really tag many CWs as my characters are full of them, so expect occasional slurs, sexual references, drug and alcohol mention and all that stuff.

Below the cut you will find some of my characters and very brief surface-level profiles on them. If you'd like to know more you can click on their name to see their personal tag or shoot me an ask/message with a question or an RP proposal!

If you just want to see my art/screenshots without the reblogs, you can see the #dial-does-images tag.

Jah'to "Jack" Rhydir [Coeurl], a Twelveswood born and raised Keeper, a younger twin. He left home early due to family conflict and quickly adapted into the life of a robber and criminal otherwise. Fate eventually brought him to meeting the love of his life through the most curious of circumstances. Now, he is on the path of recovery as a co-owner of a small apothecary with a side-hobby of raising chocobos. [old outdated carrd]

Vivienaix Vaitabeois [Coeurl] is a down-on-his-luck musician, chased out of his noble family for disobedience. Not prepared to face the broad society, he'd spent over a decade as a shut-in in a small apartment in Ul'dah, reading books, tending to his plants and writing music only for his own ears to hear. Eventually, the finances his family graced him with ran dry and in his search for a job he could do with his minimal skills he found himself back in Ishgard, forming a very complicated relationship with his new boss.

Cillien Cedrepierre [Mateus], a mysterious Duskwight of a million faces, who claims to have grown up in a poor family in some remote Twelveswood village. Although depending on who you ask, you may hear a completely different story of his origins, making one wonder if Cillien is even his real name. He's got a perfect mask up his sleeve for any person and situation, yet one question remains: does he himself still remember what he truly looks like? [carrd]

A'nanas Tia [Coeurl] is a self-made, yet genuine doctor of psychotherapy, otherwise known as a mind-mender. With his practice still being quite novel to the mending community, he frequently struggles with having his work be officially recognized or otherwise sponsored. But he doesn't give up, taking willing patients as part of the Stardust Apothecary services and writing books on the matter.

Rakim "Nile" Ottah [Coeurl], a classic criminal mastermind with a flamboyant and eccentric side to him. A proud son of Dalmasca, who fled to Eorzea with his waning parents and eventually had to survive in the streets of Ul'dah on his own. His strong leadership and skillful manipulation led him to the top of a small gang of robbers, which slowly evolved into a very powerful syndicate under his wing.

Zachand Greystone Karasu [Coeurl] is the son/daughter of Nile. He isn't the brightest, but her cheerful and innocent attitude often compels people to call her an angel. She isn't opposed to it, always happy to act on the nickname and help a person in need with all she can. ...Which is often quite a lot, since Nile frequently showers him with very hefty allowances and very little regulation to where those allowances go.

Teppei Shirayuki [Diabolos] is the youngest son of a fairly influential Hingan family. Far from being the family heir with plenty of older siblings, Teppei has grown into quite a spoiled brat. His lack of sense of responsibility led him to causing problems for his parents, who kindly asked him to sail overseas and not stick his nose out for a while as the dust settled. He is only happy for it though, as he is finally completely left to his own devices and also can stay as far away as possible from his despised oldest brother.

[starrysnowdrop]

Yume Aino Masterlist

((This character is currently on hiatus))

Tag = oc: paint it black

My First Warrior of Light OC

Female Raen Au Ra Hingan Samurai

Character Profile

Yume’s Hair Color Change

Yume Aino x G’raha Tia

Tag = ship: evermore

Married by 6.1; in a Relationship beginning in 5.1, and engaged at end of 6.0

Yume x G’raha Ship Timeline Part 1: ARR - The Crystal Tower

Yume x G’raha Ship Timeline Part 2: ShB - We Meet Again

Yume and G’raha’s Daughter: Hikari Raha Character Profile

Additional Information

Find Yume in game on Jenova (Aether)

Yume’s House: Jenova, The Mist, Ward 20, Plot 31 (shared with @faerieearthangel)

Yume’s Apartment: Jenova, Shirogane, Kobai Goten, Ward 24, Room 62

[sayurifellfrost]

Mended Bridges

They came to a halt before the door in front of them, hesitation making Sayuri linger and tighten her grip of Eir’s hand which was firmly settled in her own. A soft squeeze was given to her in return, the Viera at her side leaning himself over to her far enough to settle his lips against the crown of her head, dispelling some of the tension that had overtaken her.

“I am here.”

His reminder was a mere whisper, one that made her features soften and a deep exhale leave her. She cast him a thankful glance and nudged her head against his before her free hand finally reached forth to settle against the wood of the sliding door, her knuckles meeting it thrice firmly, yet not violently.

A soft, excited, high pitched tone from within - words a little muffled but undoubtedly in Hingan. Small, quickened steps darted towards their position, making Sayuri’s grip of Eir’s hand tighten yet again. A rustling emitted before the door slid apart - granting Sayuri and Eir a sight which made the Seeker’s breath catch in her own throat.

A young Raen girl stood in the doorway, large, teal eyes staring up at them, lips parted in a  surprised gasp. The girl’s eyes flickered between Sayuri and Eir, widening further as she didn’t quite seem to know who to look at.

Sayuri could do little but stare at the little girl, who’s general appearance had struck a familiar chord violently - yet she had never met this child before.

So why..?

Her gaze sank to a rope necklace the girl wore, a crystal that shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow when met by the sun, carefully wrapped to ensure it would never fall off.

A crystal which’s origins she knew was Yanxia.

One she herself had collected, and with the help of her adoptive mother.. Fashioned into a necklace.

.. For Emiko.

“Who is it?”

A feminine voice from within made Sayuri raise her head, only now easing the grip of Eir’s hand which she realised that tightened to an unbearable point at the sight. She shifted a thumb to caress Eir’s hand apologetically, receiving a gentle squeeze in return while the girl turned to look into the house.

“Mama! Look! It’s a cat!-- And a rabbit!”

The girl called out in Hingan, leaving Eir unaware of her words, and making Sayuri grimace ever so slightly while another Raen stepped up behind the girl, settling a hand upon her head and affectionately ruffling the plum hair which decorated her daughter’s skull.

“... It is a Miqo’te and a Viera, Yoko.” the woman quietly corrected her daughter, before flashing the two an uncertain smile. “.. Hello. Can I help you?”

Her language had made a switch as she addressed Sayuri and Eir, the girl now dubbed Yoko’s gaze returning to admire the two strangers. Sayuri’s brows furrowed, her lips curling up in an uneasy smile.

“..We–.. I–..” She struggled, before sighing out. “.. Does.. Habiki Tanaka.. live here..?”

“.. He does.”

“Is he.. home?”

The woman gave a short nod, before turning herself into the building, guiding Yoko along and offering an inviting motion to the duo. They had barely managed to enter before Yoko had left her mother’s side and darted over to another screen door, slid it open and slipped in - any sound which had been emitting from it ceasing at the little girl’s sudden appearance.

The door was shut behind them and they stepped into the house more properly, before Yoko once again emerged and disappeared through yet another screen door. Her mother smiled, her attention drawn to the visitors once more.

“.. Forgive her. She’s a very.. excitable child.”

Nothing else managed to be shared in terms of words, before the first door opened up fully to allow a male Raen to step through, long plum hair draped into a lazy ponytail. He halted in the middle of a movement, purple gaze shifting between Sayuri and Eir, before settling on Sayuri - who turned to face him more fully. A clear shock settled upon the Raen, who expressed neither joy or disapproval at the undeniably familiar figure found within his home.

“.. Sayuri?” he spoke quietly, hesitantly.

“.. Hello, Habiki.”

Habiki’s lips drew into a thin line, as he raised a hand to pull out the hair tie while approaching the trio, letting his arm wrap over the female Raen’s shoulders while her own hand raised to gently grasp his. Sayuri, too, gripped at Eir’s hand, the tension swiftly having risen between all parties as their last parting was a known event - one that did not end on the best terms, just as Sayuri had wanted it to at the time.

An uncomfortable silence lingered, before Habiki drew a deep breath.

“.. You look..” he began.

“.. Like shit?”

“... I’d say different.”

Sayuri flashed a weak smile, yet was not met with one in return. Habiki’s eyes were sharp, features pulled into a small frown. Her own faded, and her ears flattened - a small sigh leaving her.

She couldn’t blame him for not being particularly happy about her presence.

“.. Can.. we talk?” she asked hesitantly.

“I recall you saying we had nothing to speak of, Sayuri.” Habiki clapped back sternly.

“.. I know. And you didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you.. You need not forgive me, but I still want to apologise, and give you my reasoning.” Sayuri paused. “.. Should you let me.”

While initially seeming as if she’d be met with refusal, the woman at Habiki’s side squeezed his hand softly - gaining his attention.

“.. Long have you lamented having no answers, my love.” she murmured in Hingan. “.. For your own peace of mind.. Let her.”

“Mio..”

“.. Please.”

Habiki furrowed a brow, but allowed his stern facade to fall - leaving him appearing more soft, saddened.

“.. Very well.”

He made a gesture to the side, making Sayuri slowly release Eir’s hand - casting him a new glance. He met her with a reassuring smile, hand slowly sinking to the side. Mio released Habiki’s hand and remained at Eir’s side, exchanging words and niceties with the Viera while their respective loved one stepped aside to seat at the opposite side of the room - remaining in view, but with enough privacy to speak alone.

Sayuri and Habiki sank down next to a low table, seated upon cushions before each other. A new silence had befallen them, both struggling to form words to start the topic they intended. He kept his hands clasped atop the table, while Sayuri’s own rested in her lap.

“.. Why did you push me away, Sayuri?” Habiki was the first to break the silence, gaze brimming with sorrow as it settled upon the woman he had not seen for so many cycles.

“.. I’m sorry.” she finally spoke, tone low and ears flat. “.. I.. wanted to protect you..”

“Protect me?”

“.. Yes.”

Habiki furrowed his brows, a small frown settling on his features.

“.. You were not the cause of what happened, Sayuri..”

“... While it’s kind of you to say, we both know it’s false.” Sayuri turned her gaze away. “.. Still, it.. was not that I was trying to protect you from..”

“Then what was?”

She fidgeted with her hands, ice creeping along her fingertips as she recalled the day - frowning deeply. Yoko emerged from the door she had previously run through, making her way to the seated duo - clutching a tiny object in her hands.

“Papa! Can I give this to the pretty rabbit?”

Sayuri’s chill calmed as the child approached, her features softening and both of them resting their attention upon the oblivious girl. Habiki looked over to the item in her palms - a hairclip, in the form of a small, red peony flower of greater quality.

“.. Do you really want to? It’s your favourite.” Habiki arched his brow, having switched to Hingan as he addressed his daughter.

“But it’d look so pretty on her!”

A small smile settled on Sayuri’s lips, a faint chuckle leaving her.

“.. I’m sure he would love it.”

Yoko looked at Sayuri as she spoke, eyes a little widened for several reasons.

“.. He?” she questioned.

“.. He. His name is Eir.” Sayuri responded

The little girl stared down at her hairclip, then looked up to Sayuri once more.

“.. Does.. Eir like flowers..?”

“He frequently wears them in his hair.”

With no warning, Yoko spun around on her heels and darted towards Mio and Eir, calling out the Viera’s name to catch his attention before the distance had been closed between them. Habiki and Sayuri observed as Eir crouched down to level himself with the small girl, his movement and smile gentle as he met her. She was seen offering him the hairclip, to which Eir leaned himself down enough to let her put it in his hair - which she chose to do at the base of one of his braids, her excitement writ on her features for all to see.

Sayuri’s gaze returned to Habiki, who now squinted as he watched Eir.

“.. He’s not going to hurt her, if you worry about that.” she uttered.

“.. What? No, no. I’m just–..” he paused, squinting at Sayuri instead. “.. Are you sure it’s a man?”

She drew her lips into a thin line.

“... Yes.”

“.. Certain?”

“Habiki, it is my boyfriend.”

“... Okay, okay.” he exhaled, leaning back and letting his features soften once more. “.. Anyhow.. You were saying..?”

A small sigh emit.

“.. Do you know who.. Hayate Osamu is?”

His name left her lips with distaste, something Habiki was quick to pick up on - a brow rising.

“.. Vaguely, if he’s the one the previous local Yakuza threw around the name of to terrorise people.. Why?” He squinted.

“... Sounds about right.” Sayuri grumbled with an exhale. “.. One of his people transported me from the Ruby Sea to here, when.. when I ran.. I landed in his debt for it.”

Habiki straightened the way he sat, locking his gaze upon Sayuri who’s own gaze travelled over to Eir, Yoko and Mio instead. The little girl was dancing around, with Eir doing his utmost to instruct her - despite the language barrier. Anything that could not be described by a motion was instead uttered in translation by Mio. Sayuri gave a weak smile at the sight, before glancing back at Habiki.

“.. I distanced you, to put up the illusion there was no friendship between us.. Because he would have hurt you, to get to me.” Sayuri explained, a weight slowly lifting from her shoulders as she finally could tell him the truth.

“.. You should’ve told me, Sayuri..” Habiki frowned. “.. Kami knows I would’ve done everything to help you..”

“.. Which is why I didn’t. It was a debt I couldn’t get away from.. And he found every leverage he could to remind me of that. There was a point I wanted to go to Doma, just to.. Foolishly see if there was a chance Yasu had survived, I guess.. He stopped me at every point..”

Another pause lingered, Habiki offered a slow blink.

“.. Sayuri..” he spoke quietly. “.. Yasu is alive.”

Sayuri’s ears flattened and her gaze darted up to meet his, eyes widening as shock took to her.

“..W-.. what..?”

“.. She’s alive. And Masashi is with her.”

Her hands fell flat in her lap, her breath catching in her throat as the corner of her eyes slowly but surely filled with tears - making Habiki reel back a touch at the sight he was not particularly familiar with, but could completely understand. He reached a hand over to gently clasp onto one of hers, grimacing at the cold he was met with while she visibly processed the news she had been given.

Yasu was alive.

… Her mother was alive.

[crowdsourcedloner]

(from sealrock)

21 and B for the uncommon questions meme :D

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

Nailah gets up to keep busy. She doesn't sleep well most nights and, rather than staring at a wall for a few more hours, she gets up and starts idly taking care of whatever chores are undone around her. She's been caught sweeping, sorting, and making breakfast for any companions that might be awake at the same time as her.

In a more metaphorical sense... she doesn't know. She believed her only purpose was to be the Warrior of Light and save everyone, but now that all that's done... what purpose is there for her in a saved world? It bothers her more than she wants to admit, leading to her losing even more sleep and taking up an excessive amount of Hunt bounties in between story beats, causing her to disappear for long stretches of time.

B) What inspired you to create them?

short answer: i initially made my characters for a mechanical purpose rather than for the sake of making stories about them, but things got out of hand repeatedly when i was easily distracted by story ideas and aesthetic desires...

long answer: lets break this down by character

nohku (relevant to others though she technically no longer exists)

started as the generic fantasy orphan backstory, was my only character for a long time

inspired by wondering about mooncat lore in the shroud and thinking about what would happen should the ixal summon garuda near a mooncat settlement

she was... really all over the place aesthetically and personality wise so i did what hydaelyn would want and sundered her into other characters rather than throw everything out (each of my current characters has parts of her previous aesthetics/personalities/stories)

scrapped due to wanting 1. more consistent characterization 2. a more unique face/race without modding and 3. to one day see a catboy be carried in the arms of a large lion lady

yomi

originally made as a throwaway pf savage healer alt, only to develop into a character to keep me entertained during msq

shes still stuck in stormblood

originally was nohku's post-endwalker apprentice

originally inspired by hingan housing items and ingame eastern fashion, since i couldn't find a satisfactory headcanon behind a hingan looking house in the middle of the lavender beds (where nohku's first house was) and i still wanted a hingan house/apartment since the furniture looks nice

aesthetics include flowers, shortbread cookies, mint, sunrises, and cold tea on a hot day - things that are refreshing and light

personality was made to be as bright and cheerful as possible with minimal trauma, as i tend to make characters have pretty terrible lives and i wanted to not do that again as a challenge

after going through mount rokkon and the four lords questline, i might push her into an auspice/onmyoji role? its a corner of the lore that interests me greatly and no other character really fits in to it...

zezene

originally made to help me learn how to play ffxiv on controller

personality was made to be loud and confident, and the idea of a somewhat benevolent conman/thief similar to robin hood intrigued me as i usually don't do shadier (or genuinely confident) characters

aesthetic inspirations include card tricks, sleight of hand, zidane's outfit, threatening smiles, and mischievous imps

i have yet to find good inspiration for their backstory... but it feels in character for them to not have a static backstory? like they change it every time someone asks? maybe an idea will come in the future

the idea of them taking in yomi and verre only came about once i was set on entirely eliminating nohku from lore

there was a scrapped inspiration of them having more voidsent connections, but this has been removed... for now

verre

originally created for the new server bonus on dynamis

originally had much more involvement in nohku's lore, as she was connected to nohku's father/mentor figure

personality was made to be an introverted engineer, but not really a shy one - someone who has more quiet confidence and knows what they're about without outside influence

aesthetic inspirations include still water, gears, timepieces, the smell of gun oil, the sound of a ticking clock, and glowing screens

also partly inspired by goblins, goblin technology, and general wonderings about the effects of outliving the people around you

there's a big time inspiration/motif that i've yet to really dig into, but its there

her lore developed the most suddenly out of all my characters, and i'd like to add more dalmascan influence/inspiration to her somehow

nailah

she's what nohku will be fanta/name changed into

originally inspired by wanting a less popular character race, as i was tired of seeing nohku clones on every corner and i figured having more concrete race lore could steer me towards more consistent character/personality

bozja and general hrothgar lore were fantastic food for her backstory, as it's inspired by wondering 'hey how can i make hrothgar lore backfire'

backstory is also partly inspired by wondering how neutral intentions can be horribly warped by auracite (technically done through her mother but the effects are relevant to nailah's character)

personality is inspired by defrosting ice queen tropes, the concept of 'masks', feral cats, and the sensation of distance

aesthetic inspirations include drifting smoke, foggy pine forests, cold ashes, hooded faces, and the sound of distant thunder

fordola's echo helped inspire nailah's echo, namely how they're both very sensitive and they somewhat force a sense of empathy on their people

more inspirations could come about in the future (such as ideas based on body tattoos/markings in character creator)

[archivumesoterica]

Since FFXIVWrite is over now and I have a bit of spare time, I thought I'd put together a little post about the characters that where the subjects of my writes this time around, so here we go! First off, I'll start with my WoL:

J'ard'a Ornbalt

Ard was raised largely by his father, with some help from his grandfather. That said a lot of the time he was largely unsupervised, which he spent wandering Ul'dah and became fast friends with some other children who spent their time stealing from the purses and stalls of those who seemed to be living comfortably. This exposure to the markets also drew him to find his dream: making jewelry. He spent a lot of time at home experimenting with cheap materials and the odd small gem his father found while mining. He eventually turned to adventuring to earn some spare coin to afford better materials, and unfortunately started just in time to be confronted with the Calamity. Fighting outside the city's gate's scarred him, and he renounced adventuring with no intention of returning to it ever. However in the intervening years between the Calamity and the start of the story he failed to gain a foothold as a jeweler, and barely managed to maintain enough gil to live let alone keep his shop going. This is where he hit a breaking point and had to return to adventuring which would lead him to the events of the msq.

I use to have an RP variant of him, but some of the issues he had as a character made him a bit too difficult for me to use in public, so I actually fairly recently dumpstered that version of him and used a few seeds of that to make a new character: Fukume

edit: Ok I've tweaked him a bit and he now has an rp friendly non-wol realization if anybody wants to interact with him as a non-wol.

Fukume Tamaya

A member of a family of artificers that once served a Hingan lordship both as the crafters they where and also as agents of espionage. After being removed from the service after a changing of the family head, they moved to Eorzea where they opened their shop. She's not very expressive, and tends to keep her mind toward the family craft.

Cota Uurtsaina

My punch lizart. She was brought to Ul'dah with her father when they moved down from the Hellsguard village their ancestors made their new home after being banished from the Kagon tibe. She's actually quite smart, despite acting a bit silly most of the time. Her greatest weakness is sweets, most especially cakes. She tends to work a few odd jobs, usually as muscle.

Yukimura Takeuchi

A vassal to a Doman clan. After the first Doman uprising he began wondering the land thinking the clan fully destroyed, but some time ago he discovered the heir to the clan had been secreted away and brought him back. Currently he is helping guide the young heir and restore the clan's land and holdings. He is boisterous and something of a battle junkie, but is unerringly kind.

Parcemel Duboix

Son of a vicious pirate. He was raised harshly by his father, and never knew his mother. He escaped as a boy, setting his father's ship ablaze and risking death rowing to Limsa. There, he made a living using the one skillset he had been taught: violence. After some time he moved to Ul'dah to start over, and met his future wife. He's largely settled down now, typically only taking the occasional well paying contract.

Gaenabi & Munini

A brother and sister.

Gae was found in the Twelvewood as a child by the woman who would become his adoptive mother. He was found succumbing to disease, and when he awoke he was mute and had no memory of his life before. After growing up, he took after his adoptive father and became a Wailer.

Munini was always the curious sort, and as a child would regularly take apart whatever she could get her hands on and put it back together into something new. Eventually she invented an aethertech tablet for Gae that would project whatever he wrote on it into the air to help him communicate to most people.

Amarantos

An artificial living person created at some indiscernible time. She's doing her best to live a real life while trying to figure out her origins with what few clues she has.

Kuhjo Guinocont

Kuhjo grew up on an orphanage in Ul'dah and was made to serve the thaumaturge's guild to help support the orphanage. She fled the city after killing an adopter that was secretly paying the orphanage owner to 'adopt' children into forced labor. This led her to work as an engineer aboard an airship owned by a logistics company. After a failed mutiny, she developed an alternate persona that sought vengence against the planner. She has since regained herself, and now works as a mortician.

[atdutiesend]

"I wasn't expecting your home to be so... red." "Red's lucky, and cha is the one who had the place built." "That does explain all the books." "... They're in Hingan. I can read Hingan just fine. If you're going to be like that, I won't show you the actual apartment." "You are a menace." "There's the green." "Is this a chair for Roegadyn? You could sleep in this thing!"

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Valentione’s

Day 26 of Fluffvember: Valentione’s. Set during 4.0. Estinien is lonely on Valentione’s until he gets a package from his lady. SFW.

Estinien sipped his beer and rolled his eyes at yet another couple from Eorzea celebrating Valentione’s Day in Kugane. He already spotted a half dozen couples, and it was barely half past noon. If…if she isn’t here, then I don’t want to celebrate that stupid fucking holiday. But if Agi were here, then what would I do? We do? He shook his head and drank the rest of the beer. Best not to think on it. She’s Fury knows where at the moment. It doesn’t matter.

“Excuse meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, kupo!” A post moogle shouted as it collided with the side of Estinien’s head.

“FUCK!”

The post moogle straightened its hat and held out its small hands. “So sorry, kupo! Are you Estinien? I have something for you from…”

No. It cannot be. Can it?

“Agnes Currai.” The post moogle held out an envelope and a small box. Estinien greedily took both and curtly nodded at the post moogle, who huffed as it teleported. “At least she tips, kupo…” it muttered before leaving.

Estinien tore open the envelope to find a letter.

Dear Estinien,

Happy Valentione’s! If you’re reading this, then I’m still out there somewhere in Doma.

And thinking of you. I’m always thinking of you, love.

I got you a little something before we left Kugane and…something else that I hope you like. If you don’t, then feel free to chuck it out or burn it or whatever.

By this point, we’ve been apart for several moons. I need you to know that you’re the first person I think of when I wake in the morning and the last person I think of before I go to sleep. I love you with all my heart, now and forever. I wish I could be with you right now with your arm around my shoulders as snuggle into you.

Anyways, enough with me rambling on. Be safe, my grumpy dragon, and be well.

Love,

Agi

Placing the letter on the table, he ripped open the small box and smiled at its contents. Gift certificates for various restaurants in the city, so I may try new things without paying. A lightly scented cream for my hands and feet. A new hairbrush. And…

His calloused fingers touched Agnes’s face on a portrait that she had to have done while in Kugane with her companions. Just her face and shoulders. Wearing a Hingan top I think. She’s smiling. I wonder…was she thinking of me when she sat for this?

Wait a second!

How could she think I’d want to throw this out? Or BURN IT?! Nay, I shall treasure it and look upon it when I’m feeling…

Feeling…

Alone.

Lonely.

Oh Agi, you know not how much I miss you.

“Ser? Ser?” A young Hingan woman stood at his table. “Ser? Would you like another? Are you well?”

Estinien had not realized he began to cry and wiped the tears from his face. “Ahem, yes please. Another with some more seared squid.”

The woman took the empty glass and bowed and left Estinien to admire the portrait.

Agi, I struggle to find the words to tell you my feelings. I hope I may have the courage to share them, no matter shit they are, with you one day soon. Fury, I miss you. I miss holding you. I miss hearing your voice. I miss you so much, my angel. One day, a Valentione’s in the future, I promise to romance you and give you everything you deserve.

[fayethffxiv]

9. What does the way they’ve decorated their apartment and/or house (if they have one) say about them as a person?

Fayeth has a spare room that she uses in between journeys, in a building shared by some of her fellow adventurers. It is... Oddly decorated. Much of it is adorned with Hingan accessories - she has a kotatsu, a small garden of sand, stones, and water, some fish. She has a desk, but what she does at it is anyone's guess. But behind the partition, in the quiet corner of the quiet space that she has carved out for herself, there are small nods to an Elezen thinking of home, and the past.

A battered old orchestrion, nonetheless kept in tip-top working order. A nightstand, imported at some expense, of Ishgardian cedar. A plush rabbit, immaculately washed, its every accessory maintained. If one looks closely, they might see new stitching from an expert's hand. These are not simple trinkets or toys, or cute decorations. Each item is carefully looked after, and dearly loved.

(Some day, I will revisit this prompt, when I finally get a house to turn into that cafe that Fayeth has always dreamed of. For now, you get an Elezen with a past that is carefully concealed, deeply tied in with her later travels, and always, always, fiercely loved. Thank you for this ask!)