#I need to build dragoon

[trashbatistrash]

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[loregoddess]

sometimes I see genuinely earnest writing advice about writing fiction, but the advice is written as a blanket statement for a narrative device that honestly? only works for certain types of fiction, not all types of fiction, and therefore the advice ends up missing out on the fine nuance between "fiction that is written literally" and "fiction that is written figuratively" and also how literal vs. figurative narrative devices function differently in different types of genre--but like, I don't want to come off as a pretentious brat, so I just skip the post w/out saying anything

[gatorbites-imagines]

gator ! hey ! before you write the fic, can you add creampie, breeding kink, do anything with merman!zoro tits ( bro is 110 cm 😔💪🏻 ) , biting, fingering ( zoro received ), scratching ( reader/oc received ) and more if u want to add. oh and, reader/oc voice is nice, deep and soothing. btw, if you don't do oc just make is male reader ! thanks gator !!

Merman Roronoa Zoro x male reader

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I was struggling with what fish to make Zoro, as I always base my merpeople on real fish and sea life. Like, seal merman, clown fish, seahorse, octopus, etc.

For Zoro I was thinking about a tiger shark, a grey bamboo shark, a billfish or a koi fish. I think this counts as an au, since I have no idea how the strawhats would work as merpeople.

I ended up going with tiger shark, but I really want to write about koi merman Zoro as well, if anybody is curious. I really want to try centaur au stuff, like, tiger centaur Zoro or smth.

You were a fisherman, most men on your tiny island were. The island was actually pretty big, but terrible terrain meant people only got to live near the coasts, and only one half of the island. The other half was still a mystery to most, only the most daring and strongest went there and returned.

The island was surrounded by many sharp rocks, dangerous reefs and deep underwater pits, meaning it took talent and training to survive it. but this also meant very few people left the island, and even less visited. This caused your people to be very self-sufficient, meaning you had to be as well.

As an orphan, you were raised by the collective of the village, all children were. Your father was last to the sea, and your mother to the battle that was birthing you. After all this time, it was hard to remember anything about your father, other than the stories he told you of the other side of the island.

You still remembered the tales of mermen, one specifically, who had been half manta ray, half man. Thinking about it, you might still have your father’s old sketchbook with drawings of this merman, with his strong features and red facial tattoos. What was his name again? Dragoon? Drake? Something like that.

Maybe your fathers stories had filled your head with fantasies, but you had always dreamed of reaching the other side of the island like your father once had. And as an orphan, you didn’t always have an adult to corral you back into place, or to teach you self-preservation. One way or another, you were always out in the ocean, in whatever floating device you could make.

As you grew older, you still dreamed of exploring and seeing what few others ever got to see. But, with age came responsibility, and duties you had to fulfill. You had to hunt like every other man on the island, you had to held build, craft, kill. Whatever was needed to keep your village going.

This also meant that there was an expectation that you would find a wife and marry. The island didn’t look down on men being with men, or women being with women, but you were still expected to sire children. This was something you just couldn’t do, it went against everything you knew and felt.

When the pressure became too much, when the demands became too heavy, you finally uncovered your fathers old boat and sailed out in the cover of night. The boat was something you had worked on for years, like a passion project of sorts. It looked similar enough to his, but with your own flair and touch.

Whatever watched over the oceans must have favored you this night, as you were able to sail through the dangerous and mostly deadly rock formations and reefs. Growing up, you were told stories by the village elders, that monsters of the sea would destroy the boats if the rocks didn’t. That they would drown the sailor and eat his body.

Nothing happened on your trip, even as the night grew dark, and you lost all sight in front of you. At times it felt like the waves under you were leading you in one direction or another, like something was under the ship, pulling it away from rocks or tricky waves.

The boat was pushed towards a small private beach, one surrounded by large walls of jagged rock, palm trees sticking out of the sand and even climbing the rocky surroundings. It was easy to pull your ship to land, sailing so closely you could jump out and drag it all the way. It was only years of sailing that let you tell yourself that it was seaweed on your ankles, and not somebody’s fingers as you passed through the salty water.

It was hard to keep track of time so late at night, but it must have been hours of sailing with no breaks for food or water. Enough that you let yourself wander up to the sandy beach and throw yourself down on your back, a loud shaky sigh leaving your lips. You were just so tired, tired of duty, of expectations, of everything the village expected of you. It was as if more was demanded of you as an orphan, as you had no family to mourn you or protect you. The village may be communal, but blood still meant so much.

You must have fallen asleep, as you awoke to something touching your chest. Or not something, but a hand. It made you snap awake, ready to jump back and strike at whatever animal might have been attacking you, only to freeze as your eyes met a single eye staring down at you.

The man was hovering over you, or well, you thought he was a man. Until you noticed the smattering of scales and discoloring in his skin, the sharp teeth between his plush lips, and the earrings hanging from one ear, seemingly made from what looked like straightened fishhooks.

Glancing down to noticed the lack of legs on him, instead, there was a large tail. On his ribs were gills, but there was also a pair on his fish half. Did he have two sets of lungs? Or was it all connected? The low rising sun made his tan skin shimmer from the salty ocean water still hanging on him, his chest rising and falling, making it obvious that he could breathe air.

“I- hello?” you squeak out, wanting to facepalm immediately at the way your normally deep voice cracked. The merman had a scar over his eye, and across his chest, slicing through his very impressive pecs. Maybe they were so big because he had to use his arms to swim or steer? Seeing a merman made all the curiosity brew inside you.

An almost embarrassing noise left you as the merman leaned down and sniffed at your neck, a deep barely audible rumble coming from his chest as his strong nose nudged against your chin. “I smelled you” he rumbled, making you jolt at the words, having not expected him to be able to speak or understand you.

There was a strange accent to his words, like your language wasn’t his first, or even his second, like it was something taught by someone else. But it… was kinda cute honestly, even as his strong hands kept rubbing against your chest through your clothes.

“Knew you would come… my” and then he rumbled something in a language you truly could not comprehend, something that made his gills flutter as they gurgled along with his throat. A merman language, perhaps? But the word felt important, and maybe his hands traveling down your torso only added to that meaning.

“I- huh?” you choke out, only to twitch as his sharp teeth nipped at your neck. Not enough to break skin, but you could feel them, dangerous and deadly, nibbling at you like you had seen the cats in the village do to one another.

“Zoro” the shark merman grunted, pushing himself up on his hands as he lugged himself further up, his tail pressing down on your legs as your hips slotted against his underbelly. You could feel your crotch rubbing somewhere between his pelvic fins, the now named Zoro shuddering and letting out a breathless little gasp as you felt yourself hump against something that gave, like a slit of some kind.

“Zoro” you mumbled, feeling nothing but brimming want and something hot and burning in your chest as your hands explored up and down his back. It felt so strange to feel where his human torso melted into the shark underbody, the texture was like it was melting together. The discoloration on his human skin matched that of his shark half, like it was all blurring together.

You choked out your own name as Zoro pressed down harder against you, growling as he started trashing his fish half, trying to hump harder against you. But god was he heavy, enough to leave you lightheaded and gasping, as you started to lose feeling in your legs.

“Z..zoro, please. Move” you grunt, eyes fluttering shut as your vision started blurring from the heavy merman pressing down on you with all his weight. Zoro rumbled and finally looked down, only for his one eye to widen comically as he saw how close you were to passing out.

Air rushed into your lungs as Zoro rolled off of you, ending up on his side, showing you his torso but also his underbelly. Looking down you saw the slit you had been grinding against between his pelvic fins. It looked puffy and wet, whatever slick he was producing making his slit look almost soft to the touch.

“Touch me… please” the merman huffed, looking so cute as he pouted, even with the scars and sharp teeth. You had so many questions as you crawled closer, but those questions could wait for later as you settled down beside your partner for the time being, though the weight in your chest made it feel much more permanent.

His lips were as soft as they looked as you kissed. Zoro was clumsy and messy as you kissed, a little yelp leaving him as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, trying your hardest to avoid his teeth. Maybe merpeople didn’t kiss like this? You would have to ask later.

A powerful shudder ran through Zoro’s entire body as you started kissing down his chin, letting the kisses morph into bites as you traveled down. A strong hand clutched at the back of your head as you kissed and licked at his chest. For some reason he had nipples, you had always imagined merpeople wouldn’t have any since they were fish, right? But Zoro proved you wrong, and boy were they sensitive.

The bites seemed to excite Zoro more than anything, enough for Zoro to claw at your back. A pained yowl was ripped from you as Zoro’s sharp nails dug through your shirt with easy, tearing into the vulnerable flesh of your back, the scent of blood immediately filling the air as you lurch back.

Zoro’s pupils were blown wide, his face stuck in a half confused look as you jump back, immediately trying to somehow stop whatever was hurting. It seemed to confuse Zoro for a moment, only for him to come back to himself enough to pull you back towards him. There was a spark of fear inside your chest, wondering if he was about to eat you.

But Zoro simply turned you around, pulling your shirt off you so he had access to your back. There were apologetic rumbles from his chest, and just as apologetic gurgles from both sets of his gills as he licked at the claw marks on your back. His spit seemed to act like some kind of numbing agent or glue, stitching the wounds shut. They weren’t healed or anything, but they weren’t bleeding anymore.

Zoro looked so apologetic and sorry when you rolled back over again to look at him, the large merman somehow looking small and scared. It was hard to find it in yourself to be angry, instead you leaned in and kissed his collarbone, before biting hard into your pec, enough to leave a mark.

The noise Zoro let out definingly wasn’t human, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t shark either. “Payback” you snicker, pulling back as Zoro started wiggling, trying to adjust himself in the sand of the little beach you two were on.

Zoro rolled further onto his side, almost onto his back. Not far enough to really be on his back, he wouldn’t want to beach himself. But enough to give you a perfect view of his excited slit and the way it bulged. “Please?” he panted, which sounded a little weird when you heard the flexing and wheezing of his gills, but it was hot in its own way.

You really had no idea what to do with a shark merman lover. You couldn’t kiss him at the same time as you touched his slit. You couldn’t even reach his chest as you wiggled your way down, seating yourself somewhere between his pelvic fin area, and anal fin, giving you perfect access to where he wanted you the most.

It must have looked pretty awkward from the outside, a human straddling the lower tail of a gasping and moaning merman, as you started exploring the slit in front of you. It was so gummy and weird, it was clammy and almost cold. Not cold enough to freeze but cold compared to a human.

The noises Zoro let out got louder as you carefully sank your fingers into the gripping slit, a loud obscene squelching filling the small beach as you started working your arm and wrist. You had no idea what you were really searching for, watching carefully as Zoro arched and wiggled, his tail fin wiggling and slapping against the sand as your fingers brushed against something inside the slit.

Zoro watched you the whole time, his pupil blown as you bit at his bottom lip till it bled as he moaned and grunted, cursing and letting out those nonhuman noises that made your crotch ache. “Mine, mine. My other half” He whined, voice going high pitched as his one eye rolled back, hands balled into fists as your fingers kept petting against whatever you had found inside him.

His head dropped back into the sand as he cried out, a noise you could just hear made his throat ache from how raw it was, as that slick clear fluid spurted out of his slit around your fingers, coating your arm and his underbelly.

As Zoro’s chest rose and fell in powerful motions, a weak tremble rushing through his body, there was an insistent pushing against your fingers. As you pulled your soaked hand out of his slit, something else pushed its way out. At first you wanted to panic, only for you to freeze as you watched not one, but two shafts slide out and slap against his underbelly.

They were coated in that slurpy glossy fluid, his tail still jolted and thrusting as his two cocks arched and lurched. You were almost dizzy with want as you glanced up at him, feeling sweat gather on your brow as your eyes met Zoro’s, that feral hunger back in his eyes. You had a feeling that a human like you wouldn’t be able to keep up with a mermans stamina, especially one looking as aroused as Zoro. But boy, did you want to see if that was true or not.

[thebirdarts]

Haurchefant Graystone and my OC Cecio. Two half-brothers, both alike in... admittedly little other than a passing resemblance, their silver hair and an occupation as paladins.

Various facts and bits of backstory for Cecio under the read more!

Cecio is half Elezen, half Hellsguard Roe via his mother, Paula Gold, a merchant who ended up stuck in Ishguard because of to an illness over a decade before the calamity. She met Edmont de Fortemps during that time and Cecio was conceived, though their encounters were minimal and she didnt tell him she was pregnant. She was a widow at the time, and Cecio has a older half brother names Muro who ends up working as an armorer for the dragoons.

Haurchefant is 12 years older than Cecio, Cecio being 16 in HW and Haurchefant 28

Cecio is a trans man, who goes stealth thanks to his botany skills meaning he made some concoctions that dropped his voice and prevented breast growth. His mother and Muro know, and after a while a few people like my WoL Arakow have figured it out, but its a tightly kept secret

He tries a lot of differentiate himself from Haurchefant- or how people remember him- like pulling back his hair and wearing silver lipstick.

He also tries to differentiate their personalities, he is moody and while he can muster politeness when needed, hes fairly rebellious and doesn't make friends easily. A fair bit of this is played up, without the comparison he would put more effort into being liked.

He ends up Paladin, but hes skilled with his fists and a very quick draw on the machinists arm he keeps hidden on him at most times. He is not afraid to play dirty.

Hes often mistaken for a Highlander if he covers his ears due to his build being much more muscular than most Elezen. If he isnt covering his ears, most people think hes a half Elezen half Highlander unless they know Roe features well or have met his mother.

He was 11 during the calamity, which is when he went mostly gray, his hair naturally being dark brown. The last of his roots grew in silver five years later during the attacks on Ishguard in HW, the same time he lost his home.

He claimed his father sometime during the post patches, when the aid they got wasn't enough to support his chronically ill mother

The way the Fortemps treat him is mainly due to their guilt over how they treated Haurchefant and so they give Cecio the family name and try and treat him like they are close

Cecio, who wasnt given a bastard last name like Haurchefant and most Ishguardian bastards but was given the name Silver by his mother, finds this uncomfortable and maddening. He has a family- and its not these people who see him as a way to make amends to a ghost

He is a very skilled botanist, and shortly after the calamity he starts writing a long observation of the flora of coerthas and how it changed, which eventually is submitted to the church and left gathering dust until the restoration is in full swing where it becomes invaluable, and helps him get transferred to Camp Cloudtop to oversee the botany work there as well as working as a knight.

He goes to Ala Mhigo with Aymeric in stormblood and while he avoids the WoL and the scions, not wanting to cause them grief, they do see each other from afar a few times.

He talks to the WoL properly a while after stormblood, which i wrote 2.2k words about that you can find here

He ends up traveling a lot, as both an emissary for Ishguard and a companion of the WoL

My WoL finds him funny and enjoys his more moody and sarcastic personality, treating him like an outrageous younger cousin she cant help laugh at the antics of. She feels a kinship with him, two people of Ala Mhigan and Roe blood, but who have no memories or ties to the place, her from amnesia and him because he was born in Ishguard.

Aymeric finds Cecios honesty refreshing and his knowledge of botany very useful.

[niuttuc]

I've been eyeing Kain, Traitorous Dragoon to make a Voltron deck based more on Combat tricks rather than Aura and Equipment so I get a bigger benefit from him than my opponents. Any that come to mind?

The main issue I see with Kain is that if you build your deck to take advantage of him, your opponents are very much incentivized to trade him between each other and never give him back to you, since you can abuse him so much more. So I'd advise looking into ways to mitigate that aspect. But if you want combat tricks:

If you want a lot of power and your deck has enough creatures, these two are pretty efficient. Bonus points to Soulshriek, since it's a sacrifice effect nowadays, Kain will survive it if you give it away before the end step.

Free is a pretty nice cost for an effect you want!

Kain's treachery is costing you life, so the combat tricks that give lifelink are pretty important here to avoid dying.

The actual spice you might not have found... Mono-color decks usually have no trouble having plenty enough colorless mana to use, and this does a lot of different jobs in the deck. +3/-3 is not only a removal option on most boards, it also conveniently leaves Kain alive with 1 toughness to draw 5 cards and make 5 treasures. The blink mode doesn't have to target your own things, and brings creatures back under the owner's control, so it can allow you to reclaim your Kain too. And then the Scions are gravy on top.

And in the same buffing vein, Nameless Inversion is a combat trick and a removal both, depending what you need in the moment.

[mydaddywiki]

Mark Phillips

Physique: Average Build Height: 6′ 0½″ (1.84 m)

Mark Anthony Peter Phillips CVO ADC OLY (born 22 September 1948) is an English Olympic gold medal-winning horseman for Great Britain and the first husband of Anne, Princess Royal, with whom he has two children. He remains a leading figure in British equestrian circles, a noted eventing course designer, and a columnist for Horse & Hound magazine. He also remains a leading figure in British equestrian circles and serves as Chef d'Equipe of the United States Eventing Team.

Phillips was educated at Stouts Hill Preparatory School near Uley, Gloucestershire, then at Marlborough College, then the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. He was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant into the 1st The Queen's Dragoon Guards in July 1969, retiring at the rank of captain in 1978. Alongside his military career, Phillips became a champion equestrian. He continued to style himself Captain Mark Phillips, as it is usual for retired cavalry captains to keep using their rank if their civilian job involves working with horses in racing or equestrian sports.

Twice married, Phillips first married Princess Anne on 14 November 1973, together they have two children. They separated in 1989 and, eventually, divorced in 1992 after years of marital strain with reported affairs by both. These problems came to light and entered the public eye when Phillips fathered a love child in 1985. In 1997, Phillips married an American Olympic dressage rider, divorcing in 2012 due to Mark's infidelity, together they had a daughter. Now it looks like he's banging another American equestrian. Damn… I need to get into horses so he could get into me.

[grailfinders]

Viewers' Choice #34A: The Warrior of Light (Reaper/Dragoon)

today on Grailfinders we are finally building someone I’ve been chomping at the bit for for a while now, the Warrior of Light! at least, part of them. FF14’s one of those games where you can become good at anything, so we narrowed the scope a bit and we’re just building the WoL as if they were just a Reaper/Dragoon. (if you want to see them as other stuff again I cannot recommend Meteor Survivor enough.)

This means they’re an Echo Knight Fighter to fit into their maiming armor (which I would say is high medium- lower heavy armor) and get their spooky voidsent partner / ...aiming reticle for their jumping, I guess? it’s admittedly not a perfect fit for Dragoon, but they get better jumps from being an Undead Warlock anyway. Reapers get their power from voidsent, which are practically zombie demons, so that’s obvious, but what about Dragoons? they get their power from dragon blood, and FF14 dragons are weird enough that they kind of count as undead. (they don’t really die, they just haunt gridania after their bodies break.)

check out their build breakdown below the cut, or their character sheet over here!

Ancestry & Background

weirdly, the WoL has a more defined background than species, so we’re starting there today. They’re an adventurer that gained notoriety during the previous historical era before getting zapped a couple years into the future, so they’re definitely a Folk Hero, no matter how you play them. that gets you proficiency in Animal Handling and Survival.

as for what they are physically, that’s a bit odd. they’re not human, they’re hyur. they’re not elven, they’re elezen. they’re not potatoes, they’re lalafell, etc. plus, you can pick your race at startup, so for the sake of covering everyone, we’re making them a Custom Lineage. a custom lineage could be anything! they could even be human! that gives them +2 Constitution, as well as proficiency with Acrobatics to stick their landings and the Athlete feat for +1 Strength, less movement spent standing up and climbing, and less movement needed to make big jumps. jumping is kind of Dragoon’s whole thing, you see.

Ability Scores

number one is Strength. both classes use two-handed weapons, so there’s no way in hell these things are gonna be finesse, no matter how many fancy spins Reaper does. second is Constitution. you wouldn’t know it from Dragoon’s floor tank memes, but these two classes have the most HP and defensive armor outside of the actual tanks. also we’re going to be jumping 20 feet into the air without the slow fall spell, so some extra HP is very much necessary. third is Charisma- we need it for multiclassing and spells, and the WoL is generally seen as someone who brightens every room they walk into. we can’t have it too high though, because they also can’t seem to say no to anyone. our Dexterity is just okay. heavy armor don’t care, and medium armor barely cares, so it’s not that big a deal. this means our Wisdom is a bit low, despite having magical nonsense that makes it easier to find stuff, but that’s fine, we can fix it in post. finally, we’re dumping Intelligence. nobody in the hildebrand questline could possibly have a positive intelligence stat, sorry.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: starting off as a fighter gets us those nice heavy armor sets we love so much, plus you can use your proficiency with any weapon in the game. as well as Strength and Constitution saves, and Athletics and Intimidation checks. dragons are scary, demons are scary, it just makes sense.

once again both weapons we’re using today are two-handed, so getting the Great Weapon fighting style just makes sense- it lets you re-roll 1s and 2s in your damage rolls when using two-handed weapons. they were not kidding, those weapons are pretty great!

you also get a Second Wind, letting you weave in a bonus action heal while fighting. fun fact: the move that most closely matches this in FF14 is also called Second Wind. I guess game designers just really love that phrase.

2. Fighter 2: second level fighters can use an Action Surge once per short rest for an extra action on their turn. both classes are arguably two people, so that just makes sense. attack while you attack, dash while you dash, the world is your oyster.

3. Fighter 3: third level echo knights learn to Manifest Echo as a bonus action, creating a ghost… thing, that you can move around freely, and when you attack, you can attack from your space or the echo’s. it can pop like a balloon and has to stay within 30’ of you, but otherwise it can do whatever it wants. for the Reaper, this is just your voidsent buddy attacking things on your behalf. it doesn’t fit quite as nicely for Dragoons, but they do have this thing called Mirage Dive, where they hop to an enemy, attack it, and hop back? so I guess the echo knight for them is just like, a targeting reticle. that has HP for some reason.

but Dragoon jumps are supposed to deal more damage then regular attacks, which is why they can also Unleash Incarnation Constitution Modifier times a day, adding an extra attack to your attack action when you attack from your echo’s position. that’s like, two whole attacks! in one action! what will they think of next?

4. Fighter 4: at fourth level you get your very first Ability Score Improvement, which we’ll use to become Resilient, rounding up our Charisma score, and giving you proficiency in Charisma saves. the warrior of light is famously good at not being banished. it comes up more often than you’d think.

5. Fighter 5: fifth level fighters get a second attack every action! it’s like starlight has come early, oh goody. Reaper has a three-hit rotation, and Dragoon gets four, so we’re not actually done here just yet, but everyone has to start somewhere, right?

6. Fighter 6: fighters get another ASI super early, so bump up that Strength again for even more accuracy and damage. it’ll be a while til we can come back to fighter, so make that martial prowess last as long as you can.

7. Warlock 1: whether you get your power from alien ghosts or unkillable random people from another dimension, they both sort of count as Undead, which means you start things off with a Form of Dread. With this, you can spend a bonus action to transform for a minute, gaining temporary HP, the ability to force wisdom saves on people lest they be frightened for a round, and you yourself become immune to the frightened condition. you can transform proficiency times per day. yes, we did get enshroud, one of Reaper’s last abilities, first. that’ll be a theme going forward. god could you imagine if enshroud actually lasted a full minute? that would be busted.

we’re getting off track- warlocks also learn Pact Magic- you don’t get a ton of spell slots to use your charisma on, but they recharge on short rests, so that helps a lot. for cantrips, Eldritch Blast is our ranged spam attack, standing in for either Reaper’s regular magic attack or Dragoon’s magical spear-making nonsense. alternatively, you can use Sword Burst for your aoe attacks. yeah it doesn’t match Dragoon’s aoe shape, but that’s because Dragoon’s aoe shape is terrible, and they should feel bad.

for spells, Armor of Agathys adds some temporary HP to your character, and grants them a counterattack equal to the HP they got. The shield is more Reapery, while the extra damage is more like Dragoon. yes, the job that jumps 30 feet into the air to attack dragons has little to no self-preservation, go figure. in the same vein, you can use Hex to deal extra damage to a target every time you hit them- this is a basic part of the gameplay loop for both jobs, so go nuts.

8. Warlock 2: second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, gifts from your rock milf benefactor to make your forced application to the Chosen One School of Hard Knocks slightly less painful. this level we’re holding onto an invocation for later, but you get the spell Comprehend Languages and Beast Speech now, letting you understand all people with a spell slot, or understand animals for free. not only are you a Reaper/Dragoon, but you’re still the Warrior of Light, which means you’ve got the echo to boot. for anybody who doesn’t play FF14, (one, thank you for putting up with my hyperfixation, but 2.) it basically gives you auto-translate, dramatic backstory-vision, and makes you better at finding stuff. (it also lets you relive past battles to steal everything that isn’t nailed down but that’s really hard to balance in a ttrpg so shush.)

9. Warlock 3: at third level you finally get the Pact of the Blade, letting you summon and customize any weapon you wish as an action, or you can store a magical weapon instead! we’re also using that saved up invocation for an Improved Pact Weapon, giving you a +1 to attack and damage rolls right away, plus the ability to cast spells through your weapon, and you can pick more options for your pact weapon to be. technically. we’re sticking with spears and scythes though. you can also use the second level spell Misty Step for Hell’s Ingress/Egress for Reapers, or just a lil hippity hop for Dragoons. most games of D&D won’t have positionals, but there’s nothing wrong with extra mobility.

10. Warlock 4: at fourth level you get another ASI, and the Polearm Master feat is most obviously for Dragoon’s benefit, but I’d argue Reaper can use it too. if you attack as an action, you can attack as a bonus action too, albeit with less damage attached. you can also make opportunity attacks when creatures enter your range, not just when they leave.

you can also Toll the Dead now for a more thematic ranged option for Reapers, and you can use Borrowed Knowledge for extra proficiencies by literally borrowing peoples’ knowledge.

11. Warlock 5: ffith level warlocks get yet another kind of enshroud, Spirit Shroud! deal extra damage, prevent healing, and slow down enemies, all for the low, low price of one of your two spell slots. of course, if you want to spend spell slots on a more job-agnostic damage addition, you can always use your new invocation Eldritch Smite! with this, you deal at least an additional 4d8 force damage, and huge or smaller creatures will be knocked prone. both jobs have this low kick thing that stuns enemies this can count as, but knocking a dragon prone in mid-air will knock it to the ground! that’s not something Dragoons are supposed to be able to do but it’s a flavor win!

12. Fighter 7: at seventh level, echo knights learn how to make an Echo Avatar, letting you swap senses with your echo to travel up to 1,000 away from your regular body. Technically something the echo can do, but we’ve never seen the WoL’s echo do it. still, free spy camera!

13. Fighter 8: at eighth level, the Warrior of Light becomes Observant, giving you +1 to either intelligence or wisdom. for our build it literally doesn’t matter which. this gives you a +5 bonus to your passive perception and investigation, making up for the lower scores in those areas, and you can interpret what creatures are saying by reading their lips. almost like you can see the captions at the bottom of the screen or something…

14. Fighter 9: ninth level fighters are Indomitable, so once a day you can just say “no,” to a failed save. well, actually you say “wait, shit, lemme re-roll,” but “no,” sounded cooler. still, you’re breaking limits like only a warrior of light can.

15. Fighter 10: at tenth level your echo becomes a Shadow Martyr- once per short rest as a reaction, you can move your echo next to someone getting hit and they’ll take the attack for them. I have no mechanical explanation for this, but it does feel like something the WoL would do, moreso than having sixth level spells for a melee build.

16. Fighter 11: eleventh level fighters have another Extra Attack, so we finally get your job’s full 3-4 hit rotation, all in a single round!

17. Warlock 6: as a sixth level undead warlock, you become Grave Touch, meaning you don’t need to eat, drink, or breathe. lorewise, this wouldn’t work, but if you’ve tried to catch a big fish before you know the WoL can go in-game weeks without having to move, eat, or sleep. I’ll allow this. oh, it also lets you replace one instance of damage each turn with necrotic damage, and during your form of dread it adds an extra die as well.

you also learn the spell Tunder Step, our version of the dragonfire dive. you hop somewhere else, and then everyone around where you left takes damage. it’s a bit backwards from how it works in-game, but in a turn-based RPG it makes sense for you to end up somewhere that isn’t inside the giant crowd of enemies you just pissed off.

18. Warlock 7: seventh level warlocks get fourth level spells, and Spirit of Death lets you pull your voidsent pactmate to this world temporarily. like all new-age summoning spells it’s a bit undertuned, but you can’t deny that thematic power! you can also see through a Ghostly Gaze once a short rest, giving yourself x-ray vision for a minute. turns out finding random crap is a lot easier when you can see through objects, who would’ve guessed?

19. Warlock 8: we’re using our last ASI to become a Scion (he he he) of the Outer Planes. there’s a pretty good argument for a couple different options here- lawful to fit with Hydaelyn, Evil for the voidsent, good as a Shadowbringers reference, chaotic because WoLs are just Like That, etc. no matter how you slice it, you get a damage resistance and a free cantrip.

20. Warlock 9: for our capstone level, you get your first and final fifth level spell, Contact Other Plane, letting you finally call up the thirteenth and set up a playdate with a demon to become a Reaper proper! I told you we were doing things backwards, remember? as for Dragoon, you can use an Otherworldly Leap to cast Jump on yourself at will for a tripled jump height and/or distance. now you can jump almost 55 feet forward, or just shy of 30 feet straight up. protip: invest in some nice boots.

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

This build has good HP, good AC from armor, and is able to move freely to whatever position is most advantageous. this isn’t surprising for the tankiest non-tank classes, but it does mean they’ll be great for protracted fights.

Forms of dread, echos, and tons of spells and smites give you a ton of options to pile on the damage when the opportunity arises. it ain’t complicated, but it doesn’t need to be.

A lot of builds with similar goals to this one end up hyperfocusing on melee attacks and just hoping their mobility is enough to keep up with enemies, but you at least have ranged attacks, so flying enemies aren’t going to be a problem, even if you have to face them before you get the jump spell.

Cons:

Dragoon is all about jumping around, so getting the jump spell super late isn’t great for a build supposedly built in their honor. I’d highly recommend moving some levels around if you want jump at a reasonable time at home.

your magic is very bad when it isn’t buffing you, which makes the few spells slots you have feel even more impotent when you keep wiffing every magic attack you make. there’s a reason these jobs don’t have caster gear!

we never really got to work with your soft stats in this build since we got so many feats, so you’re not as smart or wise as you could be. even your charisma could certainly be better, intimidation tactics aside. that’s probably why you hang out with the other Scions so much.

[petramysticaclxv]

CAMP HALF-BLOOD CABIN HEADCANNONS FOR THE BLUE EXORCIST TEENS/Students

(Yes im including Takara, and yes I'm doing this instead of writing my fanfic lmao) (Also bc cabins are somehow trendy in ticky-tok atm lmao)(And bc I've always been into pjo since teen years)

The Okumura Twins (but they in separate cabin? Yeah ik but this is headcannon and the boys are already the sons of the devil so lmao)

Rin - Cabin 16 (Nemesis) - One would think that oh maybe he's an Ares kid with how much he throws his punches around, but it always in RETALIATION, the guy just starts smacking when someone else is in trouble and he's not particularly trying to start fights, so Nemesis it is

Yukio - Cabin 17 (Nike) - But he's a dragoon, a sharpshooter, and a doctor meister? So why not Apollo, why Nike instead? As not as exactly worded, but quoted from his older twin: Yukio hates loosing. You think this guy became the youngest exorcist ordained while also gathering honors and medals from the normal schools at the same time for nothing? Think again!!! Yukio as we know is an overachiever, he hates loosing, he hates loosing so much he lost his own way jk nah he didn't he went to that airship for no reason, you'll see soon for y'all yukio haters(ew), but other than that he will always have the finishing shot... Always lmao (like the synergy of the twins is that if Rin starts a fight, Yukio will win it)

Kyoto Trio

Bon/Ryuuji - Cabin 1(Zeus) - He's not shooting lightnings ik or airbending, but he can shoot a bazooka. A natural leader, the always assigned leader of the group. Even if he's not as special as some of his classmates, their group can't move an inch without him. Maybe you can consider his quick chants as lightnings after all those bolts/chants can be a one-tap k.o. move

Konekomaru - Cabin 6 (Athena) - Our very own group nerd/geek, he knows his shit, and is about to make an app just so it makes everyone's jobs easier. Sure he's not as courageous as the usual Athena kid are, but he's a library himself, and is faster to see logic than Bon.

Renzo - Cabin 11 (Hermes) - no explanation needed jk, but srsly, this guy's lies will roll off his tongue with a laugh. Likes to travel?(Check), basically the messenger for Mephisto and Lucifer, so yep this was no brainer

The Girls

Izumo - Cabin 8(Artemis/Hunters of Artemis) - You can definitely imagine Izumo joining the hunters if she was given the chance (Kinda like Bianca Di Angelo), a lone wolf that thrives in a pack. But she's playing matchmaker to Rin and Shiemi? And? Even Artemis herself on ToA played matchmaker to her hunters if the hunters wanted it, she let them go and let them have a good life like Emmie and Jo in the waystation, if anything Izumo is trying to protect Shiemi ever since accepting her friendship by introducing her to so many things

Noriko Paku - Cabin 10 (Aphrodite) - Now, i have a hard time thinking about this, I could have just placed her as a mist-seeing mortal, but I don't want that. Despite her lesser appearances all throughout the manga, she's the anchor for Izumo, and even the whole timeline(remember the 2-year blip? If you haven't been to that arc yet, then i promise you those couple of manga chapters are fine as heck) Paku is like the hidden card of the teens, and what's more subtle than love itself?

Shiemi - Cabin 4 (Demeter) - The girl grew out a forest without a hitch in the middle on the top of a building. The other character I know who did that is Meg McCaffrey. And Shiemi is OP af, definitely deserves being in one of the top Olympian kids

✨BONUS✨

Takara - Cabin 15 (Hypnos) - he always looks likes he's sleeping. Also don't wake him up apparently, if he can do that while also basically sleepwalking, i can't imagine what he can do with his eyes open, bc we almost did in season 3.

Ambrosius - Cabin 5 (Ares) - But he's the king of earth wth? He tends to act more warlike than earthy, haven't really seen him make greenery like Shiemi does, and he absolutely loves to start a fight much to Rin's chagrin lmao

Reiji Shiratori - Cabin 7 (Apollo) - Now why did i put this punk here? People love to think apollo is all sunshines and rainbows, but he's actually also the god of plagues and we even have evidence in the books that not all apollo kids are divas some of them are fuckups like Octavian in HoO, so even if with how much i like cabin claiming 7 bc i can sing(when i was in my teens), Shiratori the punk is also placed here bc he's been possessed by the king of rot twice now

[coquettedragoon]

What's your work process for making the backgrounds you use in Coquette Dragoon, if you feel comfortable sharing? I'm working on a 2D project and I want to use 3D environments for static backgrounds and am struggling to find a good environment to work in. I know blender or maya are commonly used, but it seems like such a process to learn 3D modeling to model entire detailed rooms for the background of a project that might never see the light of day. How did you get started with that, coming from your background? I'm really inspired by your work, and would love to know more about how that process looks for you.

blender is free and is totally your guy here. environments are a lot easier than they seem, follow some guides, get a habit of googling exact dimensions of things to keep the scale consistent until you can eyeball it and you can use tons and tons of free assets to create scenes too. i use freebie textures + make my own models but you can just use free models... i dont do it bc i dont wanna shortcut around learning 3d but if you wanna do it fast its a totally valid option.

i got started by just following youtube tutorials, grant abbit is my number one rec on the absolute basics, his stuff is dry but hes a good teacher.

the exact process for coquette is like.. i use a gradient map+posterization for the final output, this lowers the total colors and gives it a consistent palette so i dont need to worry too much about the colors in the 3d scene itself, or clarity of textures etc... so with that in mind, the 3d scene itself is a lot simpler than it appears.

as an example.. the manor in ch2 is a much simpler model than it appears. since the building+grass are both totally black they are just undefined flat surfaces. the cobblestone is just a texture i found online with the reflections turned up. the flowers are emissive to make them visible. use silhouettes+limited colors where you can etc... this is all pretty vague advice because i think you just have to work with 3d until you get a sense for how to simplify things or imply complexity. a lot of times if i dont want to model a whole area i just add some blur to make it all blend together or only model a small corner of the room and keep the camera there etc

i think regardless of whether your game happens or not you should learn 3d anyway because you can use it for something else later...

[flame-of-tar-valon]

Help me pick a Phys Melee DPS for Lleidspaer

In FFXIV, I'm playing as Lleidspaer Grymhaswyn (from my fic series). Obviously the Lleidspaer from the game canon is different than in the fic canon, but most of the fanfic character was informed by my decisions in the game, so there's a lot of bleed back and forth between the two.

As a strategist/tactician, Lleidspaer is a Scholar main. Tactical skills are also in Machinist, so that's my phys ranged for her. Of the tanking options, Gunbreaker is the least bulky and/or traditionally armored, plus it shares some aesthetic with Machinist. Red Mage is the spellblade duelist archetype that fits Lleidspaer perfectly.

That leaves phys melee DPS. In the early game, I went with Rogue as opposed to Lancer and Pugilist, because Rogue as covert operative fit Lleidspaer well enough. Lancer was too stereotypically knight-like, and Pugilist was too much a rough-and-tumble brawler for the archetype I was going for. However, those three have long since upgraded to Ninja, Dragoon, and Monk; I also have Samurai, Reaper, and Viper.

Since I plan on leveling one of each role throughout Endwalker and Dawntrail, I need to choose one. Ninja and Viper use accessories of Aiming, which feels a bit redundant to me with Machinist, so I'd rather pick something else, although Viper is tempting in some ways (more on pros and cons below).

Criteria I am considering are: Does it use accessories of Slaying? Do I like the way it plays on controller up to level 70? Does it fit the sort of vibe I have in mind for the character?

Now, onto the pros and cons for each of the options:

NINJA: This is what I've been using up through the end of Shadowbringers. I'm not totally into the whole Ninja aesthetic; I still use rogue/pirate-based glamours, but the moveset doesn't fully mesh with it. I'm not into the whole Ninja/Samurai thing, and that's a substantial detractor. On the other hand, I think I'm pretty good with the job mechanics up through Level 80 -- although I do find the mudra to be a bit annoying. Also, as mentioned, it uses accessories of Aiming.

DRAGOON: It's all about jumping and dragons, neither of which are extremely synchronous with Lleidspaer's character -- but it's fairly inoffensive too, all things considered. Spear-based combat is fine. Classes of Maiming tend to have the heaviest armor options of Melee DPS, which is a small downside. Also, Lleidspaer has basically no (positive) emotional connection to Ishgard at all. Mechanically, I've got a pretty good hang of the class up to level 70 and I like how it plays.

MONK: Lleidspaer might be a Lominsan through and through, but she does have connections to Ala Mhigo. Her dad was a Lominsan Sea Wolf, and her mom was an Ala Mhigan Hellsguard. I picture Lleidspaer as more of a dex build -- a fencer with a rapier and offhand pistol -- so although the hamon holyfist "let's beat each other up until we're bruised!" school of pugilism isn't very lore-compliant for Lleidspaer, I can see her being an effective acrobatic fighter like Ty Lee from ATLA. Mechanically, on the other hand, I'm not sure I'm the best at Monk. The basics are ok, but the whole Perfect Balance -> Solar and Lunar Qadi is less easy for me to remember.

SAMURAI: Man, I'm probably going to be harsher on Samurai than I should, but I hated the Job Quests. Yeah, let's put a moral lesson that violent revolution against a corrupt status quo is bad, in the "violent revolutions" expansion! Anyways, I never had a ninja/samurai fan phase, so it falls flat in some places (like having all the attack names in Japanese -- I never remember what does what). I do like that it uses swords. Mechanically, though, it's hard to get all the skills to layout elegantly on controller. Maybe I'd be good at Samurai if I found a better controller layout.

REAPER: Ughhhhh. Reaper is creative but it's also not my style at all -- and, more importantly, not Lleidspaer's. Lleidspaer's approach to magic is usually more of the arcanima or alchemical variety, not the binding-voidsent-to-your-will variety. Anyways, scythes don't fit for Lleidspaer, and the generally-heavier Maiming armor doesn't either. Also, I'm not a huge fan of the way the combos work for Reaper.

VIPER: This one unlocks at Level 80, meaning I wouldn't have to level grind for it. Aesthetically, it's pretty perfect -- it's roguish, and it uses swords! But, like Ninja, it uses accessories of Aiming. On top of that, I'm not sure I like how it plays on controller. There's so few actions, and the same two buttons just keep transforming. It doesn't seem difficult necessarily, but I don't know -- after all, I'm still just the level it starts at. But for now I don't really enjoy playing it.

...I was going to attach a poll where I asked followers to help me decide, BUT I can't see more than one or two people reading this long rant and being invested enough, PLUS by typing it all out I think I've talked myself into using Monk, SO I guess I'm going to see how quickly I can powerlevel Monk to Level 80 in order to start Endwalker.

[elizabethrobertajones]

A Dragoon's Work Is Never Done part... three? four? I did not caption the first in this series with that and so I can't even find it now.

Anyway the important thing is this seemingly completely normal diplomatic mission from Radz-at-Han where the Satrap has brought his sister for Fete Day over to visit the dragons in the other city state perched on a rock with a long history of dragon relations for good or ill. Estinien is refusing to dress up as a diplomat, which he is now when it comes to dragon things, whether he likes it or not. He claims he's just here for the Fete food. G'raha is here because he's glued to Frog and likes witnessing history happening in nice ways.

Day 6: Celebrations | Holidays

Oh, wait the above images were a spot the difference

#I'm so interested in Estinien's and Frog's relationship (platonic) and how he fits into the puzzle now that she and Aymeric are A Thing @lilbittymonster

OKAY this will be unnecessary long to explain why Aymeric is getting so smirky.

So way way way back I did actually ship Estinien and Frog a bit, because I'd done dragoon 50 before HW and was therefore Completely Normal about the Estinien/WoL relationship. But I couldn't quite make it stick in my heart, and for whatever reason despite Estinien actually being, I personally think, the character with the closest bond to the WoL on the deepest levels bar the characters who are literally part of the WoL (you know, like, the 3-5 of them we cram in there), it ended up feeling more like just an unbreakable platonic friend bond. *shrugs* sometimes your heart just decrees stuff.

In Frog Canon this translates to the Stormblood 70 Dragoon quest being a moment where after sharing the dragoon eyeball tether for the first time, Frog and Estinien are riding an absolute high of connection and feeling really good about accomplishing Good Dragoon Things (and the reason I keep captioning Estinien and Frog doing dragon stuff as "work never being done" is them chasing that high again by tying up loose ends like taking Vrtra to visit Hraesvelgr or Middy, or taking Azdaja and Middy out for curry together).

That night on the steppe, they camped out together and shared a drink and the spoils of a hunt, Orn Khai was asleep by the fire. And completely unprompted Frog and Estinien both decided at the same moment to swoop in for a kiss, which lasted roughly 3 seconds and they broke apart like "woah, no, that was weird. We don't need to do that again. Nope. Sorry." and they instead solemnly vowed their friendship, and then laughed about it and decided to take that incident to their graves.

(At this point Frog had no idea Estinien had literally ever had a relationship in his life, never mind having been with Haurchefant as well and technically at the same time as her since Haurche had only nebulously mentioned "other partners"; Estinien did know she had been madly in love with Haurchefant, and Aymeric, who in turn Estinien had his suspicions was madly in love with Frog since like, seeing them interact once even in early HW. So it was a bit of a shock to her but he'd been idly contemplating her place in all this now for a while. But since he, Frog and Aymeric were all technically single or on a break or whatever Estinien thought he was doing while ghosting Aymeric for his own mental health SB > ShB patches, there weren't any of those connections to actually like. Build anything on.)

Fast forward to Endwalker, and I'm fully on the "Ysayle needs to know she won and Estinien has gone full dragonfucker" train, because he and Vrtra are an incredible power couple and it really represents to me a sort of final stop on Estinien needing to come to terms with everything that happened to him ever in his life and having accepted all sides of both the grand scope of history and also his own relationship to dragons, Nidhogg, and relations with dragons. He returns to R-a-H post-EW very very intrigued by what Vrtra wants with him, and they pretty much immediately get together.

I think by this point he's also encountered Aymeric enough times to have started to realise they never really broke up so much as stopped seeing each other, and Aymeric is exactly as devoted to him as he was last time they met, and Estinien only actually feels guilty about avoiding him so long, and mostly because Ishgard itself gives him the heebie jeebies immediately after HW and nothing to do with what Aymeric has done or not. So he's completely ready to resume that and just needs an excuse.

Which of course is Vrtra suggesting gently that there's a valuable connection there for Estinien and for the future of the two cities. AND Frog is on his case about seeing if Vrtra wants to meet the Dravanian dragons. Which he does. And then it only belatedly occurs to him when standing in Ishgard with Aymeric that maybe Frog also was manoeuvring. (I actually credit more G'raha machinations that Frog enacted, if you dig deeper :P)

Aymeric sort of ends up the orbiting twin star to the centre of the Frogicule, since he's the connection to all that and brings this whole side in, and considering all the pining on Frog's side to others, he's really got the more stable side of it all somehow...

She's glad of it because most of why she broke Aymeric's heart in the first place post-HW is because she thought it was cruelly unfair how little time she could spare for him and that he would only be mistreated by her coming in and out of his life at random.

The solution? A SECOND partner who comes in and out of his life at random and has very little tolerance for being in Ishgard! \o/ Between the two of them, maybe they add up to one full time partner?

(cue both of them getting on ships to Tural without consulting each other)

I don't think she goes out of her way to avoid seeing Estinien and Aymeric at the same time or finds it at all uncomfortable (low boundaries between them after all), but also she and Estinien are mutually uninterested in each other romantically and only passingly physically so aren't really interested in anything more than perhaps sharing a bed for platonic sleeping with a nice comfy buffer of Aymeric. It's easier just to enjoy spending time with them doing fun things like hanging out in the Firmament chatting to dragons and eating fair food, then take her catboy and leave. To the catboy's eternal disappointment. (Sorry G'raha, now this post isn't about you and we're talking Estinien today!)

Aymeric is here at this party realising he'd bed literally anyone there including Big!Varshahn (jury out on how he'd take to actual dragonfucking but it's like. A Catholic guilt loophole meeting a dragon who looks like a guy.) I don't think Vrtra and Aymeric are quite ready for anything but the simple fact of his existence is like an accessory that's making Estinien 1000x hotter in Aymeric's eyes I guess. Ser, that's a fellow head of state, please stop objectifying him.

Aymeric can not believe his luck that in a matter of months he's gone from staring forlornly out of a window alone to glancing between his hot girlfriend and his hot boyfriend, and is suddenly thrilled to go down in history as Ishgard's most eligible bachelor (never married, so many close friendships, all his letters and diaries spontaneously combusted on his death, how sad).

... as stated before, I am such a fan of Aymeric being a messy bitch who lives for drama and also is full of Secret Yearning and Weird Thoughts and would do wildly unstable things while projecting an aura of control and calm. Literally who knows if five to ten actual years down the line he and Vrtra end up publically married to unite their countries forever or something, but for now, this is where we're at.

Frog is just happy everyone is happy, and lacking the Ishgardian upbringing had given zero thought to Vrtra as a sex object and actively restricts herself from patting big!Varshahn on the head like he is still tiny. Little-brother-gender dragon snares another big sister. Estinien's love life remains a blissful mystery to her except for occasionally comparing calendars with Aymeric and swerving around the weekends he's blocked off for Estinien.

[haellen-o]

Then Vs Now: Haellen Orestes

hey uh this got away from me a little bit and there's a massive wall of text and old screenshots detailing my adventure through FFXIV. it gets a little personal cause man this game was with me through some rough times, and those rough times did kinda shape my experience. so uh... yeah tl;dr i yap a lot. do not ask me to talk about my experiences with media i WILL ramble

ARR (August 2020)

by now i had actually met my main friendgroup and they were all starting to get into FFXIV. it was free. one of our other friends was picking it up. and everyone else was like "yeah why not" and i got hit with an unironic sales pitch. because i hate MMO's and i was refusing to even try it because and i quote (myself) "I've tried every other MMO what's gonna be different about this one?"

so yeah i was a fucking idiot lmao. Haellen orestes was born sometime between the 20th to the 31st of august. the earliest screenshot i can find i'm not using cause it looks a w f u l and is really dark and hard to see. so i'm using this one that was taken a little bit later with crime tools with one of my good old friends. that's their highlander on the right. and on the left is baby haellen (or scaellen as i like to call her)

HW (September 2020)

Bnuuy haellen was born shortly after i bought the game (which was a little bit after prae/castrum) and i swapped over to viera. because FF12 was one of my favourite games and my first real exposure to deep diving into a games lore and world building. and i happened to love viera. bnuuy haellen was quite different to haellen now. she was a lot more flirty. a little bit horny, and also not as (physically) strong. she was a science and magic lady in canon despite me playing dragoon and drk in HW. I didn't really have a good idea of how i wanted her character to be yet so i was still experimenting with looks. glams. and hair. i was also still REALLY enjoying the game at the time. especially after i nearly dropped it during the post ARR pre HW slog. the music and story got so much better and i was suddenly super invested in the game. i was also starting to finally meet some more people who played the game and got into communities and FC's

Stormblood (January 2021)

bnuuy haellen was starting to take shape. i had a solid idea for her and knew what i wanted to do with her character for RP purposes. aloof, flirty, friendly, and completely oblivious to actual romance advances. i believe by now i had also fully integrated into being part of a small FC where i made some good friends (who i am no longer friends with due to reasons i'm gonna keep private. No need to air dirty laundry)

Late Shadowbringers (May 2021)

Well the bnuuy is starting to look a little more like a haellen now. And she was starting to BE a little bit more like a haellen too!, kinda reserved, very smart, friendly in a flirty way, and can also kick the shit out of you. by now this was when i started to meet one of my now good good very close friends (an understatement) and was starting to get into the meat of the game. i started gposing less and started doing actual content and playing other classes. as well as doing things like maps, on content extremes. and even dabbled on the idea of tackling an ultimate and finding a team for that (Spoiler. i never did lol) but i was starting to grow tired of being a viera. not because of the lack of hats or the fact everyone was a viera... but because of people being INCREDIBLY HORNY to random strangers on the internet. i've neve recieved so many out of pocket ERP requests before then and hooboy i was growing tired of it...

July 2021 (Endgame shadowbringers)

Well now who is this beautiful woman? this was when haellen began to TRULY become who she is now. stronk. independent. incredibly smart. will punch you. and also (at this time) composer and enjoyer of music. By now i had met all the friends i had made in XIV and was starting to take a break. i was getting burned out on doing high tier content and was starting to not enjoy the game as much. So i started to go back to casual stuff. including levelling classes! (baby bard as pictured here) and the horny in game messages died down completely! because no one cares about hyurs! [quiet sobbing]

by now i was also completely infatuated with nero. and at this time in the old writing it was a little bit of unrequited love. this was pre fan-fic writing so i was just creating l o r e (bonus pic because it made me chuckle but i have no context to give it since it was taken shortly after the other)

Endwalker (December 2021)

By this point i was deep into my casual content. i was still joining for maps but i was mostly doing older content i missed out on that could be done easily. and older mount farming, as well as getting deeper into RP and starting to dabble with the idea of writing a fanfic. this is also when haellen became as she is now. simultaniously the smartest person in the room, and also the dumbest. reserved in public, stronk asf, and back to being blonde!. this was also when i really started to become... More myself. its really funny that endwalker specifically has such a close place in my heart not because it touched me deeply (it did) but because i also went through several self realisation phases. it was a tough year and i did a lot of soul searching and found a lot of answers to questions i had, not all were good. But they all were for the better.

you may recognise that highlander in the backgrounder too, my good good friend ivarr. we'll come back to him

Post endwalker (march 2022)

Babies first modded gposes! that is the haellen i feel most people will recognise. my poor laptop could NOT handle the game at all and it turned into a portable heater, but i was enjoying trying out modded gposes. especially the lovely calfskin jacket replacer i found. and also by this point haellen was the haellen you know today

THE OPHELIA ARC BEGINS (June 2022)

I was a little deeper into writing fanfic now, going from roleplay to solo writing was a little difficult. and that's when i wanted to experiment with some different races, thus ophelia was born. she quickly became her own thing instead of "Elf haellen" and HOO BOY IF ONLY I KNEW HOW MUCH THIS ELF WOULD GET STUCK IN MY HEAD... and if only i knew how much this game would help me again through a dark time

Island sanctuary (August 2022)

Fun fact. i was homeless during this period! By this point i was starting to get into doing more modded stuff for gposing. Including shaders and modded outfits. I was trying my best to not turn into a modbeast because i actually really like the vanilla aesthetic

Return of the bnuuy (january 2023)

With crime tools. I revived the bnuuy haellen as her own existence, an AU if you will. and the brainrot began, and oh BOY i have so many unfinished and unpublished writings from this time. and also by this point i had become kinda content with my existence in FFXIV

Intermission (January 25th 2023)

THIS IMAGE HAUNTS ME IN MY SLEEP (affectionate) ivarr elbow dropping forchenault my beloved

anyway this kinda got away from me. the post i was tagged in was super short and nice and then going back and looking through all my stuff i was like "OH MAN A LOT HAPPENED BETWEEN 2020 AND 2024 HOLY SHIT" and uh... Well its gotten so far away from me we're having an intermission for me to apologise for this being SO DAMN LONG and also a little personal... i like going through memory lane and it gets me a little introspective, and even if this gets hit with the too long didn't read. I've enjoyed going through my back log and seeing all my memories. and remembering the times i've had and how much this game helped me through times. the rest of 2023 was (very thankfully) uneventful. partway through the year i finally joined tumblr and finally got a house (its very awful! in hindsight this should not have been celebrated! help :D) the ophelia arc continued to the point where i'm debating if i put more time into haellen or ophelia, and i got the confidence to be more myself, and put my writing out there for people to view

Now (28th of december, 2024)

And now? well. I'm hopelessly in love with these two absolute goobs (Warning: do not call ophelia a goob. she is wanted for several crimes against humanity)

and i'm doing much better. both in my relationship with FFXIV. mentally. and... well not physically i really need to work on that. but i'm in less pain than i was before!. And more importantly i'm excited to play dawntrail eventually, when i have the money to lol... I also need to fix haellen cause ugh my girl does not look like my girl H E L P

Tagged by @otherworldseekers thank you for inadvertantly putting me down the memory rabbit hole and i apologise if you read through this for how much i blabbed on about my journey lol

i almost don't want to tag anyone cause i don't want to condemn people to read through this. its so fucking long and i yap and blab so much about stuff that i really feel like doesn't matter but also is kinda integral to my experience to this game and why its so close to my heart?

anyway. woe walls of text and tag games upon ye @hdawg1995 @uldahstreetrat @cindernet-exploded @sylaurin and also anyone else who actually reads through this wall of text that wants to take part

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FFXIVWrite 24 Masterpost

OKAY. YOU GUYS WIN. I'll add something resembling a header later...

As a heads-up, I'm not doing any kind of specific storyline. I'm letting the prompts speak to the 2x4 of Inspiration. If it concerns AU Storm, it will be tagged AU Storm/AU: on our fates alight. Otherwise, it's generally safe to assume this concerns mainline Warrior of Light.

Resident Blood Elf might make an appearance, if a prompt fits. Stasia Sunrunner is a sin'dorei now permanently living on Eitherys, so yes, she counts as a FF14 character.

The Cast (so far)

Day 1: Steer (Husband and wife alone-time! No, not THAT alone-time, come on)

Day 2: Horizon (A teenaged goldsmith apprentice makes a feathered friend)

Day 3: Tempest (FF16 AU hosted by @scrollsfromarebornrealm featuring a very, very pissed-off Dominant of Rhalgr)

Day 4: Reticent (Post-6.0 but no major spoilers. Lord Godbert noticed a colleague wasn't acting like herself, and decided to do something about it.)

Day 5: Stamp (Stasia Sunrunner, aka Resident Blood Elf, takes vicious delight in making a couple of Scions squirm.)

Day 6: Halcyon (Minor 6.0 spoiler mention. Storm revisits her childhood home, and is found by an old friend.)

Day 7: Morsel (Jorgan loves grooming time!)

Day 8 was a free day, so I took it off to rest.

Day 9: Lend an Ear (Storm's father receives an incredible nameday gift. Endwalker role quest spoiler.)

Day 10: Stable (Beginning of Dawntrail spoiler. Storm helps Wuk Lamat fight her seasickness.)

Day 11: Surrogate (Minor Endwalker spoilers. Storm and Ameliance have a heart to heart about their shared children.)

Day 12: Quarry (Resident Blood Elf plays Manhunt with Spyboy.)

Day 13: Butte (Dawntrail spoilers. Erenville, Stasia, and Storm are exploring the desert.)

Day 14: Telling (Endwalker spoilers. Those who Storm has loved and lost come to give her heart when she needs it most.)

Day 15: Free Day, choice: Family (Endwalker spoilers. A glimpse into the life of Storm's past self.)

Day 16: Third-rate (Bold Star sees their dingy, neglected flat and declares Challenge Accepted.)

Day 17: Sally (Dawntrail spoilers, but location is unspecified. Everyone draws Storm into a linguistics debate, and she ends up having fun.)

Day 18: Hackneyed (FF16 AU hosted by @scrollsfromarebornrealm. There is only so much false sympathy Storm can handle before she lashes out.)

Day 19: Taken (Estinien and Stephanivien force Star into talking to them about how she 'fell asleep'. Much furious cursing ensues.)

Day 20: Duel (An old friend sure knows how to prick Storm's pride.)

Day 21: Shade (Sin'dorei and Hellsguard compare their homes and takes on addressing the departed.)

Day 22: Free, choice: Hope (Set during Heavensward. Bold Star is determined to bring hope to those who have none.)

Day 23: On Cloud Nine (Dawntrail location spoiler. A Dragoon enjoys some reckless freefall.)

Day 24: Bar (Storm helps her friends take care of boring work. Laughter makes it go quicker.)

Day 25: Perpetuity (Endwalker spoilers. Resident Blood Elf ponders the rise and fall of nations while scavenging in ruined buildings.)

Day 26: Zip (Minor Endwalker spoilers, nothing major. Well, Bold Star certainly has an emphatic way to shut down an argument.)

Day 27: Memory (Endwalker spoilers and the fallout of hellish trauma. Hekaarn is a good friend, he really is.)

Day 28: Deleterious (Resident Blood Elf would be giving Thancred greys if his hair wasn't white already.)

Day 29: Free day, choice: Legacy (Dawntrail spoilers, end of MSQ! Storm and Hekaarn ponder the ramifications of her inheritance.)

Day 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One (THE FINALE!!! Dawntrail spoilers and a sequel to 29. Cid is more than up to the challenge of helping his wife solve the puzzle that she brought home.)

[st-highwind]

Ramble, Bahamut Knight edition!

In my own little ffiv offshoot/au/whatever you wanna call it, I have different ideas for Kain. Ofc.

I politely and respectfully (against my will) dislike the Holy Dragoon getup. This idea initially stemmed from my dislike of the armor alone. However, the more I thought about it and as I actually played (and again, respectfully disliked) The After Years, the more the idea/concept developed.

Kain becoming a Holy Dragoon, to me, takes away from his whole spiel of “I didn’t kill off the dark parts of me, I just accepted them as part of me”. The gist of becoming a “Holy” anything is that the dark is completely purged, removed, eradicated— Kain explicitly does not “kill” his Dark Side, rather he absorbs it. The dark is there, but honed and harmonized. Of course, I don’t want this alteration or Bahamut’s involvement to detract from Kluya’s spirit recognizing Kain’s strength. I feel that that detail fiercely emphasized the bond Cecil and Kain share, for Cecil’s dead father to share power he’d once granted to his son to what I can only assume is another son figure for him. I do feel Kluya’s spirit’s involvement is a testimony to their brotherhood and devotion to one another.

I want to connect Kain to Bahamut, first and foremost. As the dragon god of the eidolons, Bahamut’s gotta know something or another about dragoons or, if we’re feeling pretentious, Mr. Highwind himself. Kain fights Lunar Bahamut during his Lunar Trial, and I want to build on that. A lot. Bahamut likely would’ve also known about the slaughter of dragoons and wyverns in the ffii storyline.

In my mind’s eye, I picture Kain defeating Dark Kain during his trial, Lunar Bahamut appearing and, upon its defeat, its scales flake off and the real Bahamut emerges like something of an odd cocoon. Hatching out of an egg, maybe. For symbolism.

(Alternatively, it would be neat for Bahamut to hatch out of an egg and parallel the last wyvern in ffii that baby Kain bonded with…but I digress)

Anyways, the real Bahamut appears in Kain’s trial. Ideally, Kain will have done a bit better in accepting the darker facets of his persona within my au given Thrush’s presence and therefore doesn’t feel the need to fuck off to Mt. Ordeals for ten years. Instead, Bahamut would appear at the end of Kain’s trial and, with Kluya’s lunarian spirit shrouding the room in some sort of magical aura, Bahamut commends Kain for his strength, resilience, and willpower. He offers to boost his strength and bestow upon him the capacity for black magic.

Kain, knowing the regality of the lunar dragon, kneels and accepts. Bahamut then inhales and unleashes a plume of flame onto the dragoon, enveloping him in a biblical cleansing flame. Once Bahamut’s breath flickers out, Kain stands in a brand new suit of armor with a new weapon fitting nicely in his hand.

“Now,” Bahamut begins, his draconic voice emanating from every corner of the room. “I declare you the Lance of Bahamut.”

Kain, as a Bahamut Knight, now possesses the ability to use black magic. He may not bolster tier 3 attack spells, and as a matter of fact, he might utilize black magic in the same way that Cecil uses white. They may lack the most useful spells that Rosa and Rydia harbor, but they make great backups and can still wail out physical damage. Kain, now with Abel’s Trident, finds that his Jump ability has been replaced with Dive Bomb, a skill that when used, adds a selected elemental charge to Kain’s jump while also increasing the damage output. He withstands magic attacks a bit better and is still a deadly quick fighter.

The development of Kain into a Bahamut Knight rather than the Holy Dragoon makes more sense in my mind as it truly does encapsulate the acceptance and control of his inner darks. It is the honing of the very facets of his persona and channeled into carving a path to his future and fully restoring his honor and dignity.

Idk. Thoughts?

[toaarcan]

Ian Flynn's Eggman

I have a funny perspective on the way Ian Flynn writes Eggman.

Because in practice, I hate it. It's born out of a still-bubbling resentment for the last big arc of the preboot, and how he was handled as the villain for that (Arcan Grumbles About Mecha Sally: Part 2 will be about the villains, so I'll go into more detail there), and how it echoed both his earlier appearances from Issue 175-177, and how he's still characterised in IDW sometimes.

Flynn writes Eggman as this incredibly weird mix of a hypercompetent genius and a bumbling fuckup that averages out to a mostly-invincible villain who is usually only defeated by himself.

This is a bit like the game version that he's trying to base this character on, as I'll elaborate further down, but it's missing a few pieces, like the part where Eggman's downfall is usually because Sonic legitimately beats him. In the games where Eggman is finished off by a greater threat, it's normally after Sonic has already broken his final weapon. Contrast the Metal Virus arc in IDW, where Eggman's defeat is entirely because he screwed up, and if he hadn't deployed the Metal Virus as soon as the first test worked, and instead refined it into something he could control, he would've won, as Sonic was losing more and more ground to the infection, and the heroes needed the assistance of Eggman, Metal Sonic, and Starline's Warp Topaz to actually win the day.

Both Archie and IDW have moments where it's established that Eggman at least believes that he can win entirely at any moment of his choosing. IDW Eggman claims it, Archie Eggman proves it, and I have to say, I view this as one of the worst villain tropes ever.

If the only thing stopping the villain from wiping the hero off the board permanently is the villain's own unwillingness to do so, then the hero is a failure and the villain is an idiot. Congrats, you've fucked over your entire series

But what makes this unique is that, if you listen to Flynn talk about Eggman behind the scenes, it's clear that he really does understand the character at a core level.

Because here's the thing: Flynn is absolutely right about Eggman being a fuckup. I know some people really hate the idea that Eggman is not the ultimate BBEG of the Sonic universe, that he gets usurped by other villains so much in the 1998-2009 games (and now again in Frontiers) , but "Eggman unleashes something he can't control" was used for more than a decade of straight releases, at this point it's not a writing failure, it's characterisation.

Eggman is a mechanical genius. He builds fantastic robots, massive flying battleships, incredible weapons, giant mech suits, the works. But some of these machines he comes up with are very obviously the first-draft versions. He's deployed the Egg Dragoon twice in canon, and has never fixed the giant glowing weak spots. He's used the "swinging ball on a chain below the Eggmobile" design at least four times (three of them as himself, once at the hands of Mecha Sonic), and the only refinement he's made to it after all these failed attempts is replacing the ball with a sawblade for the fifth attempt.

His strategy usually boils down to "Bum-rush the objective with an army of robots" or "Make a big show of force with a new superweapon and demand everyone surrender" or "Throw something massive and destructive at his target to create free real estate." He's had some clever plans before, but only a handful.

And his propensity to unleash ancient evils that he cannot possibly control is, at this point, well-established. Because his most fatal flaw is his ego. His arrogance. He believes himself to be superior to everyone else, including ancient monsters and artificial gods and sentient superweapons. And Sonic. And he's wrong. He thinks he can make something more powerful than Perfect Chaos, he's wrong. He thinks Shadow is working for him, he's wrong. He thinks there are no consequences for upgrading Metal Sonic over and over and over again, he's wrong. He thinks he can control a Gizoid, he's wrong. He thinks if he builds a Gizoid of his own, that'll fix the problem, he's wrong.

He thinks he can beat Sonic, he's wrong.

Like, for all Eggman's self-aggrandizing boasts about being the greatest scientific genius in the world, he's not even right about that. SEGA themselves have established that. They gave Eggman an IQ of 300 (and yes, I know, IQ doesn't work that way), and then gave Tails an IQ of 400. By SEGA's own logic, Tails is smarter than Eggman.

And I think I get what Flynn is aiming for. He's trying to write a version of Eggman who is the grand villain of the series, who is the greatest threat to Sonic and friends, and is the antagonist who makes Sonic sweat the most. He also wants to sprinkle some SatAM Robotnik in there too, because well, guy is a SatAM fan (and hey, I really can't hold that against him, I am too), and that results in this hypercompetent, sadistic, borderline invincible Eggman. But he also wants to be true to the SEGA version, who isn't really any of that. So we get the bumbling self-sabotage thrown in, except this time they're the singular flaws in Eggman's armour, and he ends up mostly defeating himself, which is just frustrating for me to read.

So yeah, contrary to where other people who don't like Flynn's Eggman, I'm taking the stance that his take on Sonic's most persistent enemy actually isn't enough of a fuckup.

[amoebaforce]

the Thancred/Emet/Zenos post was good shit may I request pegging for the Ishgardian elf guys / possibly Ysayle-on-WoL...

another chance to contribute to the Pegging Broody Men community?? who am I to refuse?

thanks for the request anon!!

characters featured: Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Haurchefant Greystone, Ysayle Dangoulain tags: NSFW (mdni), anal sex, fingering, lube, oral, praise, use of a strap-on, gn!WoL (implied AMAB for Ysayle <3)

Aymeric

The Lord Commander has never blushed so hard as he does when the WoL asks to peg him. He stammers for a moment, red as an apple, and for a moment the Warrior feels as though they might have made a mistake. Was it too presumptuous? Had they crossed a boundary? But then, to both of their surprises, Aymeric reluctantly agrees to give it a try.

The WoL takes great pains to set the mood appropriately. Candles, soft music, a glass or two of wine — all the little romantic gestures they know Aymeric appreciates. They spend hours on foreplay, too, all to ensure he’s mentally and physically ready for them. The WoL doesn’t mind at all. Kissing him, running their hands down his body, feeling him unravel in their hands… they could do this for days and never tire.

By the time the WoL kneels between Aymeric’s thighs, the elezen has already climaxed twice. Between the mind-numbing oral they gave him earlier and the fingers that are still buried inside him, Aymeric’s babbling is nearing incoherency. “Please,” he whimpers, over and over, squirming to press himself closer. 

“Please what?” the WoL teases gently. Aymeric whines, a noise so full of need that it only makes him blush harder. “Please take me,” he begs, eyes watery. The Warrior coos and wipes a tear from his cheek, telling him what a good boy he is as they remove their fingers and sink their lubed toy into his ass instead. 

Aymeric’s eyes roll back, his moans pitching higher and higher the deeper they thrust. The feeling is… insurmountable. All thoughts of a slow introduction abandon him, replaced by a vast and urgent need. Chest heaving, he arches into their strokes, hands balled in the sheets, chasing the release building, burning in his gut. 

When he finds it, it’s like nothing he’s felt before. Aymeric lets out a long cry, body tensing around the WoL’s toy as the pleasure crashes in waves against the shores of his mind. They fuck him through it, firm and slow, their hips grinding together while he bucks against the sensation. Aymeric is so cute, the WoL thinks, with his hair all tousled and his ears flushed pink. The most beautiful, most blasphemous angel. 

They lean down, feathering little kisses on his skin as he resurfaces from the current of his climax. “Still there, sweet boy?” the WoL hums. They give him one more shallow thrust, driving another whine from Aymeric’s throat. He nods weakly. “Please don’t stop,” he says, and for the second time, both of them are surprised.

Estinien

When the suggestion is made, the Warrior isn’t expecting much. Hells, knowing Estinien, he might very well flee the scene and pretend it never happened. They didn’t anticipate that he’d cock that pretty head of his to the side as he eyed them up and down, analyzing the intent in their eyes. And they certainly didn’t think he’d accept.

But that was hours ago, and now the usually stone-faced dragoon was nude and panting on a pile of cushions, watching the WoL fuck their strap-on into him. His gasps are quiet but constant; his loose hair pools like liquid moonlight as he throws back his head. With one hand on the back of each knee, the WoL has him pinned right where they want him — but Estinien has never felt so unbound. So unburdened. 

The Warrior’s fingers dig into his thighs as they tilt his hips back, spreading his legs somehow wider as they continue their tireless pace. Estinien’s breath hitches, and he swallows a groan. His legs are shaking when the WoL presses a kiss to the inside of his knee.

“Let me hear you,” they urge. The Warrior buries their toy to the hilt, and Estinien is powerless to stop himself from moaning. The way his body opens to welcome them, conforms to their whims… it melts his inhibitions even further, strips his mind even barer, and his eyes glide closed. The dragoon sucks in a shaky breath.

“Fuck,” he growls, as if the word is red-hot on his lips. The WoL giggles, rolling their hips faster, matching the rhythmic clench and release of his hole. Estinien bucks into nothing. “Oh, gods…” he keens, body begging for friction. The WoL takes pity upon him, releasing one leg to wrap their hand around his throbbing cock, and his words dissolve into stammers.

A few more strokes send him toppling off his edge. Estinien lets out an obscene moan, spine arching as he spills over the Warrior’s fingers and onto his stomach. Before he even catches his breath, he’s reaching for them. Long, thin fingers find the curve of the WoL’s cheek and tug them down into a languid kiss.

“You make the prettiest noises,” the WoL murmurs, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Estinien can only moan into their mouth. He’s too far gone to argue, even if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. He just wants them: their hands, their mouth, their toy. Next to him, on him, inside him. Wants their body to mesh with his, souls intertwining. Right now, that’s all that means anything.

Haurchefant 

Haurchefant raises an eyebrow at the WoL’s request, but the smirk that graces his lips is anything but hesitant. “Could it be?” he teases, inching closer. “Am I finally being added to the mighty Warrior’s list of conquests?”

As if he wasn’t there already. The WoL may as well have cast a spell on Haurchefant, the way his heart skips beats when they enter a room. When he takes the Warrior back to his room, though, those missed beats find him all at once. He’s kissed them, bedded them before, but somehow this feels different. 

The Warrior can feel his pulse as they kiss the skin beneath his ear. Its drumbeat pace floods their veins with anticipation. Mouths wander, bodies converge, and soon Haurchefant’s chest is pressed into his duvet, hips grinding back onto the WoL’s strap as they kneel behind him.

He groans when the slippery length slides across his hole, not quite catching where he needs it to. Tantalizing him. “You toy with me,” Haurchefant pouts. “Will you grant me no satisfaction?” The Warrior just giggles and drags the tip backward again, but as Harchefant is preparing his next round of complaints, they shift their hips downward. 

The toy catches, pushes. Enters. His breath falters in his chest. “Gods above,” he chokes out, hips flexing as they sink their inches within him. Haurchefant’s teeth grit, but it’s pleasure, not pain, that colors his expression. He lets his forehead drop to the mattress. From this angle, he watches slack-mouthed as the WoL bottoms out, pelvis flush to his.

He can’t stem the flow of moans and filthy words that pours from his mouth. He needs it faster, and harder, and deeper. Needs to be full of them, surrounded by them, entirely possessed by them in every possible way. The room rings with his pleas, underscored by the lewd, constant slap of skin on skin.

The WoL can tell he’s close when his thighs begin to twitch. “Gonna come for me?” they ask, nearly out of breath from the exertion. Haurchefant mewls shamelessly. “Yes,” he cries. “Oh, baby– Yes, yes, right there!” 

His climax strikes like lightning, hard and fast, splattering the duvet beneath him. His chest heaves, and his fingers knot in the sheets. The WoL has never seen him so undone; it’s half-glory, half-ruin. All bliss. Haurchefant cracks his eyes, finding the remnants of his pleasure still dripping between his thighs, and finally, his words fail him.

Ysayle 

Despite her evocative moniker, Ysayle is really quite warm once the WoL gets to know her. She’s a generous leader and friend… and an even more generous lover. Thus, when she wants to try something new, the Warrior hardly hesitates at all before agreeing. 

Ysayle lays them down, gentle as the night, lips breezing down their torso as she pops open the buttons on their shirt. The chasm of her mouth burns hot as it clasps around their sex. The Warrior swears under their breath, sweeping her long, pale tresses back from her face. No matter what she plans to do to them, they want to see it.

Her tongue laps and dances around their lower head, sending jolts down their legs. Her fingers explore, circling the WoL’s entrance. It’s almost too much at first — the feeling is entirely foreign, yet enticingly delicious. Her fingers disappear for a moment, then return slick and damp.

Wordlessly, Ysayle pushes her way in. The Warrior shudders at the intrusion. A momentary oddness, a strange kind of stretch, and then it’s all pleasure. She pumps her hand steadily, curling the digit when it reaches its deepest point. Their hands tighten in her hair, moans echoing through her cavernous bedchamber as she works them. When she adds a second finger, they spill into her mouth with a wild fervor.

But Ysayle isn’t done, and the Warrior knows it. She sits up, reaches into a nearby box. The toy she produces makes them whimper. Not the size — thankfully — but the shape. There’s a little upward curve, and the slightly bulbous tip looks as though its meant to press something deep within them. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Ysayle says, eyes crinkling into a smile. “I’ll go slow.” She ties it around her hips and rubs on a layer of lube, touching the glass phallus as if it were really hers. At the image, need blazes through the WoL like a wildfire, all-consuming. Ysayle aligns the tip to their hole, and with one easy push, it slides inside. 

The noise that exits the WoL can only be described as unholy. Their mouth lolls open, body flexing and stretching in ways they’d never considered. As their back arches off the bed, Ysayle gives a soft moan, one full of pride and admiration. “Such an angel for me,” she murmurs, snapping forward to fill them to the brim. The praise is like wine to the Warrior’s senses. Heady and pleasantly sweet.

She rolls her hips, pushing deeper and deeper with each deliberately careful thrust. That rounded tip finds its mark at last, and the WoL’s hands fumble for a lifeline. Their fingers twist through Ysayle’s, tightening into a vice. The Warrior’s airless whimpers tell her all she needs to know. 

 “That’s it,” Ysayle urges. “Let go.” Another long thrust drags the toy along their pulsing walls, and suddenly the WoL is tumbling. Their second climax peaks with a scream, stars dancing behind their eyelids as they surrender to the sensation. They don’t know how long it lasts, but when it’s over, their legs are gelatin, and Ysayle is wiping the sweat from their brow. 

Sleep creeps up on them, pounces like a panther. The last thing the WoL sees before it takes them is the glitter of mirth in the Lady’s eyes. She smiles down at them. Their heart flutters. What they’d give to see such a look every day…