I drew some wedding-themed profile pictures to match with my friend @ganen-cheese recently! We drew one set in traditional red and one set in modern white of WX blowing kisses at each other!
Please see Cheese's half here where they've drawn a super cute WWX in red and a super handsome LWJ in white to match my set!!😘❤️
(The poses for these are based off of the /dote emote in FF14 for male Viera and male Lalafel respectively!)
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An Owl In Limsa
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Warrior of Light/Estinien Wyrmblood
Characters: Estinien Wyrmblood, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Tataru Taru, Alberic Bale, Y'shtola Rhul, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Modern AU, Urban Fantasy, astriiformes's AU Roulette Challenge 2023, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Drinking
Summary:
A mysterious stranger enters the headquarters of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Limsa Lominsa branch, in search of a missing person and relic. He neglects, however, to specify what to do with both once they are found.
Alternatively; what if the Warrior of Light decided to help Estinien's escape from Ishgard instead of hinder it?
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Aymeric has just reported his father to the police. Haurchefant is dealing with his own estranged father getting back in contact, all while he's recovering from a near fatal "accident." Estinien somehow has to figure out how to be a parent to his brother and keep a roof over both their heads.
All four of them are drowning. But sometimes family is three ride or die friends, a teenager, and a particularly ornery cat. Sometimes, that's enough.
("it's rotten work."
"not to me. not if it's you.")
modern with magic, found family AU
chapter six is up!
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good evening i have been allowed to Spin(tm) and that should never happen so here we go
Modern-ish au
Hancock is a weeb, yes, but he's a weeb with capital, business sense, and contacts, and thus he runs one of the most respectful little Doman goods shops you can find outside of Little Doma. Yes he's spent many a late night making sure his shit is authentic, yes he has to charge pretty big markups to barely make ends meet, yes his customers are mostly shitty students or the anime-obsessed, yes sometimes he wonders if this is even worth it or if he should just go back to trading stocks in Ul'dah.
But also the old Doman ladies who can't make the half-hour each way trip to Little Doma every week are absolutely charmed that he, an ijin, speaks perfect Doman, and he carries all the snacks they like, and he always wants to hear about their grandchildren or about the recent drama from mahjong night, and he always manages to get their festival foods and ingredients in on time (even if he has to pull extra hours and every time his suppliers cut it a little close). He's learning the Steppe tongue, slowly, from the Xaela pair that come in ever wednesday to make sure their children remember the taste of home, and he's finally figured out how to greet the odd veena in the language of the Skatay (although the finer sounds of Golmorian still escape him).
Even if it means he lives in a tiny little flat, even if it means near-sleepless nights spent looking for spare gil in the books to pay rent and pinching his pursestrings on his own groceries, this place gives him something Ul'dah never did:
a community.
A community that just so happens to include one Ash'a Amari.
Ash'a is a miqote, a Bozjan expat who spent his twenties and early thirties running refugees past Imperial lines to ships waiting to take them away to the relative safety of Eorzea, and Eorzean supplies to Bozjan resistance fighters on the front lines, until a single missed iud ended that career (and nearly ended his life).
Nowadays he's wheelchair-bound, working as a tattoo artist out of the tiny spot in the mall bc despite yugiri putting in a good word for him that's about the most the Thieves' Guild is willing to shell out for him. And that's alright. His legs might not work, but his hands are as steady as ever, and if the client is willing he hires some of the local kids to do art for him, and he does all of the thieves' ink for free, and if there's a little literal magic to his work, well. He's never had any complaints.
(and maybe, every now and then, once the lights are out and the shutters are closed, one of the thieves will slip in through the back door, and the bed where customers lay in the daytime will become an impromptu operating table, and Ash'a steady hands will save lives once again, and in the morning there will be oddly gruff faces cleaning The Waking Sands from top to bottom, but a bit of gil changes hands and no one questions a thing)
And the tension of the story doesn't come from the fact that the Thieves' Guild is currently having a problem with Imperial Assassins (not like Ash'a can do anything about it, really), or even that every time the store dips into the red Hancock nearly has a fucking heart attack trying to figure out how to make ends meet.
Nah, the plot comes from where it absolutely should in these kinds of stories:
nosey Doman grandmamas.
bc dearest Hinata, bless her heart, has been on Hancocks case for so. long. now. About how "having a lady around would make things so much easier on you, wouldn't it?" Extolling the virtues of her own (single) daughters, her friends' (single) daughters, the (single) daughters she knows adjacently from Little Doma. And Hancock, bless his heart, doesn't have it in him to tell this well-meaning woman that he is very, very gay.
And thankfully! He doesn't have to! bc Ash'a pops his head into the store one day around noon bc "the microwave in my back room broke and there's no way im eating these noodles cold, can I please use yours", and Hancock accepts eagerly bc he will take literally any out from yet another matchmaking session, and suddenly Hinata is connecting dots (she's not connecting shit).
The next time mahjong night comes around, she insists that Hancock should bring that "nice miqote lad from next door he's so fond of"
And it spins(tm) from there.
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