#dragoon for heavensward

[estinyans]

Khilo O'ndanya — Warrior of Light

Age: 23 (Start of ARR), 31 (As of Endwalker 6.5)

Race: Miqo'te, Seeker/Keeper

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: Biromantic, Asexual

Height: 5'4" / 162cm

Birthday: 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (8th May)

Birthplace: Ala Mhigo; raised in Little Ala Mhigo, Southern Thanalan

Guardian: Rhalgr, The Destroyer

Classes: Monk, Samurai, Dragoon, Dark Knight, Sage, Paladin, Warrior

Born in Ala Mhigo to a small family consisting of her mother, father and sister, Khilo's first few years of life were peaceful until the Garlean invasion of the land. Her parents were both slaughtered in the attack, and her sister missing and presumed dead, Khilo was lucky enough to be found by another group of surviving Ala Mhigan's who took her with them as they journeyed to Gridania and through to Thanalan.

Knowing next to nothing about her birth family didn't truly bother her, growing up. Khilo was perfectly comfortable with the family that she'd found and grew to love in Little Ala Mhigo. As she got older, she showed an interest in pugilism and wanted to help out as best as she could. The older refugees were happy to share with her all they'd learnt as Monks. When they had taught her all they could, Khilo soon found tutelage under Hamon Holyfist, who became a good friend and mentor to her.

At 23 Summers old, Khilo chanced to meet Thancred Waters and was soon brought into the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. They quickly became family to her, and there's nothing she wouldn't do for them.

Khilo is an outgoing and optimistic individual who might be a bit clumsy at times, but don't underestimate her. Those who don't know her may call her childish, but Khilo is one of the first to take a situation seriously. She's fiercely loyal to those she considers family and friends, and if you've wronged her or someone she cares about, she is not quick to forgive or forget.

She's eager to befriend almost everyone she meets on her journey, collecting quite a catalogue of allies from all over the star and beyond. She's always first in line to help you with anything you might need- be it a simple grocery run, or saving your brother currently being attacked by monsters.

[hazycorvus]

Thousand spears long Dragonsong war...

(Available as a print)

[spicy-batman]

You better promise that Mister! Or you can kiss that Knighthood goodbye and be (my) a Stay at Home House-Wife!

[nekhcore]

conflict of interest

i like to imagine that misha and estinien have a lot of beef around the whole "the second azure dragoon chose to be a bard instead" thing. but after seeing estinien nearly fall to nidhogg, misha refuses to take that risk with himself. it scares him more than anything else.

[ageha-sds]

TIME 2 FLIP OFF THE STAGE AGAIN

[lana-banana-art]

It is done! I wanted to go for the more "organic" traditional art look with textures and stuff. Love how it turned out in the end. Sad soft boy. Love him so much. Stormblood next!

[azems-familiar]

final fantasy xiv: heavensward patches 3.1-3.3

[amalthea-felsblood]

Marian ◦ "Nidhogg, I beg of you...

please release him...

let him live...

...please."

[nekkyousagiart]

FFXIV - Estinien Wyrmblood

Nekkyo Usagi Art (c) 2023 - ARTSTATION | INSTAGRAM | KO-FI

[bootlegfriend]

do you have your personal website? are you a FFXIV player? do you wanna indoctrinate more people into being addicted to the game? I have some assets for you! for free!

Tank

Healer

Range DPS

Melee DPS

Caster DPS + Blue Mage

[1driedpersimmon]

Lots of Sesame doodles I’ve been amassing lately

[levrux]

My Ishgard bois 💜 okay who here is a corporate slave and who here is a freelancer? 🙋‍♀️ I'm honestly half of both xD (but I love my current working life)

These are available for preorder as glitter stickers on my intl store and CF19 PO!

[grimdraaaws]

Estinien practice

[roguelioness]

an interlude (of unresolved rancor and new fears)

Rating: T Words: 577 Pairing: (implied) Alyzen Kaide/Estinien Varlineau

Thordan and his knights are dead, their bodies turned to dust now scattered in the swirling winds; what serves as their proof of existence is a lush crimson carpet of blood covering the floor of the Singularity Reactor. Nidhogg's eye falls out of the Archbishop's damned sword with a dull plop, and rolls across the sticky mess to stop just by her feet. Alyzen inhales at the sight of it, adrenaline-fueled rage still roaring in her ears, then bends to pluck it off the ground. It is cold, but sears her palm and she has to dig the tips of her fingers into the coating of hardened slime to keep from dropping it. As her grip tightens, something flares, burning white-hot, slamming headfirst into the roiling depths of her need for vengeance against Thordan and Zephirin and Charibert and Ilberd and every single person who has ever wronged her, and swallows it whole; she screams soundlessly, aether pouring blisteringly hot from her mouth, her ears, her nostrils, burning burning burning her up - it is not enough that she has slain the Heaven's Ward she must slaughter their children their children's children; must rip and claw and tear apart a hundred-hundred, a thousand-thousand of their descendants, and cover their cities in fire and blood and her fury is boundless and limitless and endless it can never be satiated they must all pay- "Alyzen!" Estinien pulls the Eye from her grasp; she snarls and resists, but he is stronger. The moment it leaves her hands, so too does that infinite vengeance; her bloodthirst crumples to nothing and she's instead left with an abyss of hollow, icy grief. She meets Estinien's gaze, takes in his furrowed brow and narrowed eyes. Understands that Nidhogg could have found a place within her, could have taken her over entirely, a feat only possible if her need for retribution matched his. A moment too late, and perhaps she would have… She exhales. Her shoulders slump as she closes her eyes. Only for a moment. They're closed only for a moment, and yet that is all it takes for the great wyrm to rise anew, for him to invade and reshape the pale-haired man who has softened her heart. Blackened, leathery wings burst out of his scapula, slate blue eyes gleaming malevolent carmine; her heart stutters, breath caught too-tight in her chest, a novel terror coiling and winding around her ribs. 

This cannot be happening.

A cry, a plea, a desperate lunge, a frantic chase that ends at the very edge of a thousandfold drop- it's not enough to pull Estinien out of Nidhogg's absolute influence. 

Alyzen falls to her knees. Her breeches are soaked through with scarlet and stink of iron and gore. Watches until Nidhogg, in his stolen body, becomes a red speck in the burnished rust of sunset. 

She rages at the skies. Threatens the passing clouds. Pleads with the wind. Bargains with a passing flock of birds. 

It doesn’t bring him back.

She shuts her eyes, squeezes them tight, her hands on her thighs folded into white-knuckled fists, hoping, hoping, praying that it was all a dream.

 Nothing works.

Midgardsormr sighs into her ear, low and sorrowful, and acceptance shatters over her like a boulder rolling over fine china.

Estinien- 

-is gone.

Seized and claimed by his nemesis.

Her failings are to blame. Once again, she is helpless. Once again, she is not enough.

What is she meant to tell Aymeric?

[actual-haise]

[spicy-batman]

Height difference that makes me 🤍 SQUEAL 🤍

VS.

Height difference that makes me ✨BARK✨

Or simply put....

Easy Scion forehead kissies VS. Dragoon Jump lip smash the Head of State