#christmas time in ffxiv

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Santa Serafina is Comin’

One of the things about Serafina that people don’t know is that she is very silly and will dress up to make someone who’s feeling down laugh.

[itsmeishmi]

Happy Holidays, Merry Xmas, and Happy Starlight from the Chais!!

[arcteris]

sid's gift to rielle is returning to the churning mists with her so she can spend starlight with the moogles

[candycryptids]

😇- What's their best trait?

👿- What's their worst trait?

for Tuesday and Chuu

“Miss Chuu’s best trait? Mmm… You said this is an interview for your retelling of the Warriors of Light and their journey, right? I’d say it’s her unshakeable resolve. She decides she’s going to do something, and she doesn’t give up until it’s done. Ah… I’m not allowed to speak more on Miss Chuu without her presence, my apologies, mister Levraut.”

“You broke into my house,”

“Your lovely wife let me in actually,”

“To wake me up from my nap and interrogate me on my assistant,”

“Interview, Mademoiselle, not interrogate. Though I am sorry for waking you, your eyes were open so I assumed-”

“Ah-ta-ta. You wanted to know Two’s best trait right? Adaptability. Any environment, any obstacle… he’s got brains enough to figure the way through most anything. And failing that? He knows a top notch engineer in Magitek to kit him with the right tools to overcome his few shortcomings. Hey wait did you fucking call me a mad gazelle, you lop-eared scab?!”

“Thank you for your time, both of you. I have just one more question before I consider this interview complete and I let you both go back to your.. erm, busy schedules. What would you say is each others weakest trait?”

“I knew it! This IS an interrogation! Two, don’t-”

“Ah, that would be Miss Chuu’s paranoia, mister Levraut. Most of her other traits net positive gain,”

“Watch your mouth, Two.”

“That is.. ah, her paranoid trait has served to pull her out of many situations she would have landed in had they not afforded her foresight and caution to approach most situations.”

“Two’s worst trait is how I just can’t seem to keep mad at him when he finds and exploits loopholes in whatever rules I’ve set for him. And last week I asked him to bring me lunch, and he was nowhere to be seen for nearly six bells.”

“… Miss Chuu, if I may, you were in Azys La, and you called me via Linkpearl to bring you specifically egg sandwiches from the Bismark, even utilizing the Aethernet it takes time… and when I arrived at your last marked location you were nowhere to be found.”

[Duo Oc Ask Meme !]

[riftdancing]

The catfish in the sink is fully thawed and we're back on our shit.

~*~ L E T T H E H O L I D A Y S E A S O N B E G I N ~*~

[kingstealer]

there has been a catboy in my computer for one (1) whole year!

he's come so far

( ^ this is my first image of him. it was a snipping tool screenshot saved via being sent to a discord dm)

[agender-pidgeon]

Starlight is just around the corner. ❄️

[galadae]

to drive the cold winter away

rating: G pairing: calantha lenn/haurchefant greystone words: 1205 notes: occurs between the last arr patch and the start of hw. post arr and hw spoilers! sprout friends (who are sproutier than me) beware ao3 link

Calantha shivers and pulls her collar closer to her face. Wind gusts around her, blowing little swirls of snow off nearby drifts. She sits on a rocky outcrop looking over Witchdrop, Camp Dragonhead and the mountains beyond. She brought her lance as a precaution, but now it sits beside her in the snow, unused.

The sounds of creaking trees and distant creatures surround her. It’s better than the silence of her room at night, but still not enough to drown out her thoughts. She had hoped a walk would clear her mind. It hasn't. She watches the wind carry the white mist of her breath into the air.

In the few days since their harried arrival, Haurchefant has been kinder than she ever could have asked. She trusts him when he tells her she's safe. She knows he'll do everything in his power to help them. So she's tried to rest. But every time she closes her eyes she can see them, shouting for her to go on. Her friends, the hope in their eyes when they look at her changing to grim resolve as they turn to meet their fate. How can I sit here when they stayed behind? Did any of them escape? How could I have left them there? Her thoughts briefly shift to anger with Alphinaud, but she shoves them away. She shouldn't have trusted him so thoroughly. He’s so young. She should have expected things to go wrong. She should have been more careful. Should have–

The crunch of boots in the snow startles her. She leaps up, her lance pointed at the source of the sound.

"Calantha?" Haurchefant stands a few feet away. She hadn't heard him approach amid the clamor of her thoughts.

She lowers her lance. "Oh, it’s you. I thought the krakuls had come for me," she laughs. "What are you doing out here?"

"I might ask you the same," he says, a wry grin on his face. "This is a bitter cold place to spend the night," He walks over, silver hair tossed in the wind. "Or perhaps you find cold stone more to your liking than a warm fire?"

Calantha shakes her head and sits back down. She should have known he’d look for her. "I couldn't sleep. I thought a walk might help." It comes out sharper than she’d like. She hangs her head.

He nods. "And has it?"

Calantha doesn't meet his eyes. She stares over the ravine in the distance, watching krakuls wander along the edge. "Still finding that out."

Haurchefant sits down beside her. He looks out towards Camp Dragonhead. He rests his gloved hand on the snow covered stone, inches from hers. "If you have need of anything, Calantha, you have but to ask." His voice is low, and she knows him well enough to guess that his face contains barely concealed concern.

She stares ahead. She wants to tell him everything, but she doesn’t know how to start. She chews her lip, fingers drumming against her lance haft. He certainly never asked for her tortured midnight thoughts. Perhaps she should act as if this isn't happening and bid him goodnight.

"Calantha." He faces her again with a smile that turns to worry the longer she avoids looking at him. "Is there aught I can do? If you’d rather be alone, at least come out of the cold."

She opens her mouth to speak, but the words are stuck in her throat. She closes her eyes.

She feels his hand touch hers. She clutches it suddenly, dearly, as if it will vanish any moment. "Haurchefant — I—don’t go. Please. I’m sorry."

His eyes search her face, noting the darkness under her eyes, her furrowed brow. "It is no matter. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"If only that were true," she says, bitterly.

"What do you mean?"

Calantha grits her teeth. Saying it out loud makes the truth worse. "They're gone, Haurchefant. Yda, Papalymo, Y’shtola. Thancred. Minfilia. They might all be dead. They stayed behind so I could get out. And I just…left them. I—"

He's silent, waiting for her to continue.

"I’m supposed to be their hero. I should have done something. Tried harder."

She stops as he grabs her other hand. "And what would you have done?" He says. "I have no doubt that you did everything you could, to the utmost of your strength, and beyond. As if you've ever done anything less."

"It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t enough.” Angry tears well up in her eyes. She looks away, blinking. "Surely there was something I could have done."

"No," he says. "Calantha. Do not let your thoughts go on like this. You are not at fault."

She wrenches her hand from his grasp. "No. What’s the use of people’s trust, if I can’t do what they need me to?" Her lance clatters to the ground as she stands up, her voice rising. “You expect me to simply move on from this? I could do nothing to save them. The fact that they needed to save me means that I failed."

Her words tear from her lips. She turns her back on him as tears spill onto her cheeks. She can’t make herself look at him.

"Calantha. You must believe me.” He stands. His voice is gentle, but firm. "They had hope for you to fight another day, even if they might not live to see it themselves. You trusted their choice. It is foolhardy to blame yourself for that."

"Then what should I do?" She laughs, but it comes out half a sob. She dashes her tears away on her sleeve. The wind stings her cheeks and whips her violet hair around her face.

Haurchefant steps toward her. He holds his hand out. She looks at him for a moment, torn. "Would they want you to mourn them so? Full of guilt and regret?"

She sniffs and shakes her head. She reaches for his hand. "No."

Haurchefant smiles and takes both her hands. He holds them in front of him, at his chest. His touch steadies her. The wind blows around them, but he stands close enough to shield her from it. She can no longer feel the chill. "Take heart, for them. All is not lost. They may yet be alive. And for now, you have Alphinaud, and Tataru. And...and myself."

Calantha lets out a long breath. His warmth draws her and she leans into him, touching her forehead against his cheek. He smiles and rests his head against hers. Her whirling thoughts are quiet now. A moment passes. She knows nothing but the sound of their breath, the wind in the trees above, and the warmth of his face against her own.

Haurchefant shifts, looking up at the stars. "Come, we should return. The cold will only worsen with time. Unless you still want to spend the night alone on this frigid rock?"

Calantha chuckles softly. "Tempting, but no." She leans down to pick up her lance. They say little on the way back. He doesn’t release her hand, and she doesn’t want him to. And despite the cold wind on the road, she feels warmer than she has in days.

[moonfurthetemmie]

happy new years guys. my New Year’s resolution is to eat candy and play games and graduate without exploding or imploding. No ‘ploding in general.

Unless it’s because I’m full of candy; that’s fine.

[astrxealis]

yo ... i've been playing stardew valley for an average of 8 hours per day since i got it like. the start of this week

[cinlat]

[lesenbyan]

[ID: a modded ffxiv screencap of Eve, a tan skinned miqo'te with red hair. she wears a sleeveless knee length red dress with white fur trim, tights that fade from black (upper) to green (lower), one green leather glove up to her mid forearm, her other arm wrapped in a ribbon of leather. She also has a green bow between her cat ears. She stands among a group of extremely large presents stacked and scattered. She's bent at the hips, both hands raised towards her face as she blows a kiss, visible by a stream of pink hearts. /end ID]

Santa baby,

mods: x | x | x |

[pangolinheart]

I was briefly moved by the spirit of the season to doodle a little holiday card feat. the Great Serpent of Ronka! Scree!son's Greetings! : D

[chiclet-go-boom]

[noxtivagus]

i will never shut up about ffxiv huh

[chysgoda]

Tagged by @scrollsfromarebornrealm last line of fic you wrote.

Actual angels had found her when she had been sure she would die huddled in that ally. They denied that they were angels, which Felicity felt was right and proper, but they acted like she thought angels should.

Felicity looked up when she heard Hilda come back into the living room. “What can hurt an angel?”

“Most anything I’d figure,” Hilda set down a tray in front of her that had bowls of stew, a pile of rolls, and mugs with steaming drinks. The woman then sat down right next to Felicity and wrapped them both in another blanket. “You start with that mug of broth and a roll. Take it slow like and if that doesn’t upset your stomach then you can have the stew.”

Next up I tag @starswornoaths to keep the chain going.