#endwalker 6.1

[sunnythanalan]

☀️ Azeyma -  keeper of the sun and goddess of inquiry  ☀️

[wildstar25]

... And so Arsay never casted Sea Shanty again.

[sironawildrose]

𝔸𝕫𝕖𝕪𝕞𝕒, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟

Smol Blue Bun facts:(look under read more):

When I picked Azeyma to be Sirona's god in 2020*the year I started XIV*I had no idea how prefect it is with what Azem being the traveler, having a rose name after her*Sirona motto of following the wild roses* and when I picked dancer as Sirona's EW MSQ job then after seeing Azeyma's design and how her mechanics is very dancer like. I can't tell you how happy I was when I pick her to be my WOL god's all the way back in 2020. I really wish Sirona and Azeyma become friends but I want to work on headcanons like this once the Myths of the Realm storyline is over. I really want to do more gposes and making fun WOL headcanons of the storyline in the future!)

[lily-of-rabanastre]

FFXIV Fanfic #7: Ascilia, Scion of Light

From the day her father was taken from her, young Ascilia's life was forever altered. Granted a new name to obscure her past, she grew up quickly under the auspices of her adoptive mother, and soon found herself the head of a secret organization known as the Path of the Twelve. But this only marked the beginning of Minfilia's long, fruitful journey—one full of burdens, each heavier than the last. Until the day she stood at a Crossroads, her life in the hands of a young girl so very much like herself...

The girl chose life, and so Minfilia surrendered her own.

But for the love of her greatest heroes—Hydaelyn and the Warrior of Light—her story would have ended there. And so she walks again among the living, seeking newfound adventure.

Currently a six chapter, 38,000 word adventure and slashfic starring Ascilia/Minfilia Warde and her girlfriend, Galbana Lily. As the summary suggests, this takes place after Endwalker. In fact, it is a retelling or rewrite of patch 6.1, featuring Minfilia as the leading character—the Warrior of Light is merely her partner in this journey.

As of now this story is a work in progress. Additional chapters will be added over the course of 2023, and the story may continue on into later patches. In addition to the aforementioned deviations from canon events, there are moments here and there where the story will not line up. An example of this: An important but underutilized Thavnairian NPC is alive but in a coma, whereas they died in canon.

This story also introduces at least one original character. Currently the only one is Rubedo of Thavnair, aka Rubedo kir Valnain—a transfemme Viera, Senior Medicus of Garlemald's IVth Legion, and Galbana Lily's sister.

[tacoedits]

“Have you noticed our little shadow? He’s been following us since we left the city.”

Bonus:

[pdwoozi]

Y’shtola: *goes on to explain why no one would fit* Estinien: *thinks more about shoving Alphinaud through the void*

[mimusbirds]

Cat Nap

[berryzawati]

Ardbert lives AU - part 1.

Pulled away from death's bitter embrace, a certain adventurer finds himself in a new yet strangely familiar environment...

To be continued.

[fisherrprince]

themis (themis)

[aethericfist]

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

(thanks to @cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon for taking me along to the location and @pumpkinmagekupo for making the cool lyrics posts)

(obviously not canon buuut I really sorta dig the light Wonderland aesthetic this throne room has)

(Song is Hurt by Johnny Cash, and the only Johnny Cash song I can play on the guitar and listen to unironically)

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

Day 12

Sun

Imagine how magnificent this place might be, with just a little bit of sunlight

Maybe one day we may yet get to see it. For now, all I have is a little magic trick and memories of light.

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight

With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.

[yloiseconeillants]

quick question

what in the halloween fuck is wrong with the words of lahabrea

[wlwaerith]

i don’t have any proper gposes, but this screenshot i took after parking varinia next to erenville just before i logged out is making me really emotional. goodbye endwalker, thanks for the memories <3

[gigghoul]

my lalafell wol radish being bullied RELENTLESSLY in 6.1

[sharlayandropout]

Soiree

'Here we are...home from home.'

'I...must confess to being somewhat nervous. 'Tis something akin to meeting one's lifelong hero and one's partner's father all at once.'

'You'll be just fine...my Lord. After you.'

Fic snippet below!

G’raha’s eyes swam with reverence as she introduced him to the former Count, his voice hushed and hurried. ‘‘Tis an honour beyond words to make your acquaintance, Lord Edmont. Never did I dream that I might one day meet the author of the work which has had such profound influence on my life, and the lives of so many others.’  

Zefiris bit her lip; this wasn’t the first time G’raha’s enthusiasm had got the better of him in such a way. Lord Edmont quirked an eyebrow, and responded with polite confusion. ‘Although I appreciate that a Sharlayan scholar of history might take a particular interest in the events which concluded the Dragonsong War,  I would not think the work has been so widely circulated yet as to have afforded anyone time for more than a secondary reading at the most, let alone the degree of influence you propose.’

‘Ahh…’ G’raha faltered, ears flattened, realising his mistake.

‘My Lord,’ Zefiris said smoothly, coming to his rescue, ‘I hope the fire is stoked in the drawing room, and the wine cellar well stocked, for we have quite a tale for you this evening after we’ve dined.’

G’raha regained his stride as they sat down to dinner. His manners were utterly impeccable; he quite put her to shame, and she found herself following his cues more often than not, even here in what has been an adoptive family home to her, in many ways. How quickly she’d forgotten that he’d been a hundred years a statesman, a diplomat; completely at his ease with the polite talk of trade and polity that inevitably came of dining with a Lord. Far more than she would ever be herself, that much was certain. Zefiris found herself more spectator than participant in the conversation; she would drop a word here or there, or laugh politely at a joke from Emmanellain, but it was G’raha who held her fascinated; his words, his voice, his clever turns of phrase or sudden insights, as if she did not hear them all a hundred times a day.

They retired to the drawing room afterwards, and Lord Edmont listened, rapt, as G’raha told the tale from its beginning; the Eighth Umbral calamity, the First, their eventual return to the Source. Zefiris interjected only rarely, at times when G’raha’s habitual humility threatened the integrity of the story, or when he realised his audience, and his ears would begin to flutter nervously, heat creeping up his neck. 

Wicked White, you did those things, Raha, she thought, as enthralled as the others as she listened.  That was you. Is you. All of this is you. The tense domesticity of their lives over the past few months had made her forget so readily it shocked her to shame. Little, petty arguments, minor resentments that she had allowed to insidiously dull her vision of this man whom she loved so dearly; blinding her into taking him for granted.

All night she listened thus, and nursed the tender burn in her chest.