#ffxiv Tangy

[candycryptids]

"Oh my gosh oh my gosh- you are so so cute! Hey, you're a sparrow, can you take a message back to my friend? You just have to find a tall grey Elezen, brimming with hope and light. Oh and other sparrows!"

"Ok, I wrote as small as I could possibly manage, so I hope Yein can still read this, but that also means it's you sized! So it shouldn't be too heavy."

"Safe travels my friend!!!! Say hi to Yein for me!!"

Hi Yein ! Hope yoo ar well -Tangy

Happy birthday @iron-sparrow!!! I hope it's a really good day for you and that you eat good food and relax as much as you're able. You're a joy to be friends with c: Tangy could not fit very much on small paper even folded up and she's still kinda getting the ropes on writing ahaha- but she pressed a pretty and tiny flower for you to enjoy- it looks like a little drop of sunshine, like you :3

[dustedbooksandreadingnooks]

Melee Day 9 of Glamtober

Monk is certainly an unlikely class for Keathan to be proficient in, but it's not always about strength. Sometimes, a few decisive and targeted bursts of aether is all it takes to bring even the most seasoned fighter to the ground. They just have to get close enough to touch.

Heehee! I win again!~ Best 4 out of 7, Tangy? You- You cheaterrrrr...... now my leg's numb! -Keathan Bael-al'adar and Tangy Tangeroos

Tangy belongs to @candycryptids!

House is Aether * Siren * The Goblet * Ward 36 * Plot 26. Belongs to Keathan(me!), we decorated it together!

Shader is Neneko Kill Bill Bang Bang [Poster] and Neneko Biscuit Glam items/extra shots/lore tidbits under the cut

Keathan, Monk:

Hair: Cranberry for all fems and bunboys by Crystallis Head: Antiquated Tantra Tantour Body: Edengrace Robe of Striking Hands: Pagos Field Dressing (Snow white) Leg: Thavnairian Tights (Charcoal Grey) Feet: Demon Caligae of Striking (Upscaled for Bibo) Earring: Dreadwyrm Earring of Striking

Tangy, Monk:

Body: Blade's Jerkin of Striking (Apple Green) Leg: Blade's Hose of Striking (Apple Green)

~Lore~

Keathan and Tangy trained as monks together! They joined the Scions before the canon start of ARR, being recruited before the boys(Who did join at the canon MSQ time). Keathan is rather weak so they keep their hands free and don't use a weapon, opting instead to use their monk training to dodge and touch their opponents. When they land a hit they shoot a disruptive burst of aether through their fingertips, usually targeting nerves or muscle groups to decapacitate (Or aether channels themselves, but that's a little more dangerous to cut off aether itself to a body part.)

Shader for these extra shots is Neneko's Kill Bill Vertical [Comic]

[candycryptids]

I got so excited I went and whipped together TWO! (2) Tangy shots Just For This. She may not have the sharpest mind on the star but her heart makes up for it in Magnitudes OwO (also have a lil Meatball)

Alright its been five months. Show me your Hrothgals. I prayed for so hard for so long. Please LEND ME THEIR DIVINE VISAGE SO THAT I MAY APPLAUD THEIR MAGNIFICENCENCENCENCENCNECNECNENCNECNENCE

[dainesanddaffodils]

Meeting on the Turret Stairs (Ishgard Version)

Happy Valentine’s Day is anyone else really normal about Haurchefant and Knighthood and Medieval Courtly Love or is that just me?

[contraboss]

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[candycryptids]

Tangy wears a metal helmet whenever she goes to fight any Primals because she doesn’t think she has an echo that would protect her from tempering…. But she DOES think she can block the Primals corrupting influence by wearing a tinfoil hat metal helmet.

There’s been a few attempts to correct her on this information. Even after she finally understands she keeps wearing a metal helmet- it’s like, tradition now. And it protects her noggin from falling rocks!

psssst if you see this tell me a fun fact about your WoL or ffxiv OC please?

[briar-ffxiv]

FFXIV Write #02 - Horizon

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Prompt #2 - Horizon

Briar looked at the plate before him, struggling to keep the uncertainty off his face. Baatu was beaming at him, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth gently. What was on the plate was quite pretty and Briar wouldn't deny that, but he was more than a touch puzzled by what he was being offered.

The rice was familiar, although it was short white grains when he was more used to brown or wild rice. He was fairly certain that the slices of meat were fish, although the colour of one hinted at eel. However, one pinkish meat was unrecognizable to the half-Elezen. He wasn't sure what to make of the dark green covering some of the food had wrapped around it. Briar watched as a humming Baatu set down several little bowls in front of him that seemed to hold sauces: two thin brown sauces, one of a green paste, and the last was creamy and orange. It was artistic and lovely against the black plates, but Briar could only stare with puzzled anxiety.

Biting his lip, he looked up at the tall half-Elezen, half-Xaela and nervously smiled. "I, ah, um… W-what is it, Baatu?"

"Sushi!" Baatu said, booming voice echoing a bit in Briar's ears. "I just made you some simple ones since I didn't think you had it before. Still, you've liked to try things and broaden your horizons so…" He took a moment to point to each one. "This is nigiri with salmon and prawn. This is tuna sashimi. And maki rolls with eel, bream, and more salmon!"

Briar was relieved he'd been correct about the eel and knew what salmon was. He hadn't had prawn before and frowned a bit. "What is prawn?"

"Um, sort of like a shrimp…or a crayfish."

Briar nodded and gestured to the small bowls. "And these?"

"Dipping sauces! It's traditional to dip sushi into sauces, although you don't have to. Soy sauce, ponzu sauce, wasabi and that's spicy mayo." Baatu gave a deep, bone-rumbling laugh. "Spicy mayo is a bit more western, but popular in Kugane."

"Oh," Briar said again, relaxing a bit. While it was different, at least he had an idea of what to expect and could draw at least parallels to foods he was used to. "Thank you, Baatu. I do like to try new things."

"Here." Baatu passed him what Briar knew to be training chopsticks. Briar had been fascinated the first time he'd seen the big man use a pair and Baatu had indulged him. Still, between the scars on Briar's hands and not being used to them, he was a little clumsy still. So he was happy to use the training ones if only so as not to waste food.

Murmuring a thanks, Briar accepted them and eyed the plate, trying to pick which one was the 'safest'. He decided on the tuna sashimi, popping the bite-sized piece in his mouth. The texture of it, being uncooked, was a little odd but the flavour was mild.

Baatu chuckled. "Try some with one of the sauces. It's a bit plain without."

Briar nodded, picking up a salmon nigiri, he considered the sauces and dipped sushi into the green one. The one Baatu called wasabi.

"Oh! Briar, wait, that's--" Baatu made a little face as he warned the redhead too late. He watched with a hint of worry as Briar chewed.

"Hmm, that's--" Briar froze, eyes widen and cheeks flushing. He gave a muffled squeak and looked around, dropping the chopsticks in surprise.

"Here, here!" Baatu said, trying not to laugh as he slid the poor Shroudborn a glass of water. He bit his lip to keep from chuckling as Briar drained most of it. "That's wasabi, Briar," he repeated. "It's rather spicy so a little might be best."

Briar wheezed as he set down the nearly empty glass, blinking and reaching for a napkin to wipe his face, half-sweat and half-dripped water. Not to mention he was blushing rather hard. "I…noticed."

Baatu gave a sympathetic noise, still swallowing a chuckle. "Maybe try the ponzu sauce next? It's a little tangy and sweet and a bit salty, but not spicy."

Briar swallowed and took a deep breath. "That…might be better," he managed, bravely reaching for his chopsticks to take another sushi from the plate. This time most definitely with ponzu sauce.

Baatu belongs to @shadesofblades!

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req’d by @tangy-soup

this is.... about FFXIV??

text: Ri-er Jin eats Glamour Dresser

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #20: Sleeping In

Prompt: consort (free write!) | Master Post | On AO3 (NSFW)

This is basically the morning after of one of the big projects on my WIP pile, the Post-Grand Melee Victory Sexing. >_> One day that fic will behave and it’ll be finished.

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Synnove drifted back to consciousness slowly, limbs and eyes still heavy with fatigue. The bed was warm from generated body heat, but she could faintly sense sunlight spilling across the top of the comforter, too. More than those two facts that were wanting to lull her back to sleep, however, was the firmly muscled body pressed up against her own.

She tilted her head to bury her face in Aymeric’s neck, breathing out slowly. Now that she was, unwillingly, awake, she couldn’t help but notice how everything ached. Her arms, her back, her thighs, her hips… But then, facing off with the Alliance’s best and then going toe to toe with the Bull of Ala Mhigo himself would result in more than a little stiffness.

Particularly when rather than decompressing after the impromptu victory party that it seemed all of Ishgard had partaken in by doing something sensible, like taking a hot bath, she and Aymeric had retreated to his office for a more…private celebration.

A smug grin tugged at her lips. The bruises he had left on her neck and shoulders would take days to fade, and she hadn’t quite imagined their first time together would have been quite that feral, but she had no regrets.

A deep chuckle shook the chest beneath her, and she felt Aymeric kiss her temple. “I know you’re awake, my love,” he murmured into her ear, his voice still rough with sleep. “You’re smugger than a coeurl who’s gotten the cream and the canary.”

Synnove snickered and let her head fall back against the pillow, finally cracking her eyes open as she did.

Aymeric’s face swam into focus above her and he used his elbow to prop his head up and grin at her. She grinned back and reached up with one hand, despite the twinge in her arm, to comb his hair out of his lovely blue eyes, lightly scratching against his scalp as she did. His eyes closed and a shiver ran through him at the action, a quiet groan escaping his throat.

Synnove laughed softly, raking her hand through his hair one more time before withdrawing to extend her arms above her head and stretch. Doing so reminded her still sleep-addled mind of how their legs were tangled together, of how naked they were beneath the bedclothes, and another satisfied grin crossed her lips.

As she bowed her back and pressed her breasts against Aymeric’s own bare chest, muscles and tendons and ligaments all tensing and lengthening as she enjoyed a luxurious stretch, her knight bent down and kissed the bruise on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, the one he had taken particular pleasure in forming on her skin with how often he had come back to it the previous night. Synnove tilted her head out of the way, letting go of the tension in her limbs to collapse in a content, boneless puddle, while Aymeric mouthed at his mark and pressed her into the mattress with a rumble of satisfaction. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and nuzzled his ear, then nipped at the tip, snickering when Aymeric groaned again, louder, his hips involuntarily rolling against her thigh before he forcibly stilled them.

“Succubus,” he growled against her skin, and set his teeth against her bruise in reprimand.

Syrup-like heat flowed down her spine to pool in her belly, and Synnove laughed even as she squirmed in his hold and gasped out, “You said that last night.”

“And it’s still true.” Aymeric let go of her neck and kissed the soft spot beneath her jaw. Then her chin. Then her beauty mark. And then, finally, her lips, shockingly gentle in comparison to his teeth in her throat, more nuzzle than kiss.

Synnove sighed happily, bringing her other arm up to wrap around him as her eyes drifted shut. “Good morning, Aymeric,” she whispered against his lips.

“Good morning, Synnove,” he said in kind. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm, sore. But happy. You?”

“The same.” He drew back to brush gentle kisses against her eyelids, and she sighed again and placed careful kisses of her own against his jaw.

They stayed like that for long moments, simply trading soft kisses while pressing as close as possible, until Synnove felt drunk on Aymeric’s adoration. Arousal was a steady simmer within her, sparking with every brush of her knight’s hard length against her thigh, every rub of Aymeric’s hand down her arm or torso or hip, the build-up slower than it had been last night when they had been high on adrenaline and victory but no less heady. Their kisses kept deepening until they were almost panting against one another—

—and a clatter came from the small receiving chamber in Aymeric’s rooms.

Synnove stilled in surprise, tensing. Aymeric dropped his head to her shoulder with a rueful laugh.

“What was that?” she said.

“The dumbwaiter,” Aymeric giggled. “I’m sorry, love, it’s not actually funny, but the last time the Congregation’s mess staff bothered to use the dumbwaiters, rather than force everyone to stumble to the mess, was after the defense of the Steps of Faith.”

Synnove took a minute to process that, and blinked. She glanced at him askance, and said admiringly, “Ishgardians really do party hard, hm?”

“It’s the consequence of being serious and uptight most of the time,” Aymeric said with a teasing lilt, raising his head to grin at her when she broke into peals of laughter. He kissed the tip of her nose and added, “I’ll be right back.”

Despite the statement, they both groaned when Aymeric rolled away and off the bed. Synnove reached for him, and he turned to brush his lips against her shoulder before he batted her hands away and escaped. She flopped down with a grumble, unhappy with her nest of warm blankets and handsome lover being so disturbed—but very much admiring the view as Aymeric strode out of the bedroom of his quarters.

In a few moments, he returned, carrying a large tray upon which balanced a few covered dishes, a carafe of hot coffee, a pot of cream, a bowl of sugar cubes…and two coffee mugs.

Synnove stared as she pushed herself upright, curling her legs beneath her to sit cross legged and pulling the comforter up to keep herself warm. “All right,” she said, “I’m impressed. That’s a very fast grapevine.”

Aymeric shook his head with a laugh, pausing next to the bed as Synnove flattened and smoothed out the blankets before setting the tray down in the cleared spot. He climbed back into bed next to her and she curled into his side, nosing into his shoulder while he wrapped an around her waist.

Breakfast was simple but filling: brioche buns filled with custard, the buns still so hot they steamed; soft-boiled eggs with a tangy sauce to dip them in (“Not bad, but needs spice.” “Darling, your idea of spice is terrifying.”); beef hash, the smell of which alone had both their stomachs growling; and fresh melon, sweet and juicy, that had been grown in one of Ishgard’s myriad greenhouses. They settled in to eat in companionable silence, passing the coffee carafe back and forth to refill it as they needed. Aymeric kept his arm around her the entire time and Synnove found herself dozing in between bites of breakfast with her cheek on his chest, lulled by both the heat he radiated and the food filling her belly.

Once they were finished, Aymeric got up again—Synnove didn’t whine, but it was a near thing—to send the empty tray back down to the Congregation kitchen. When he came back, it was to find her snuggled down amongst the pillows, blinking at him sleepily over the blankets pulled up to her nose.

He chuckled and crawled under the covers, gathering her up in his arms once he was settled. They both sighed contently, and Synnove shifted just enough so that she could burrow into the crook of his neck once more.

“I think, this once,” Aymeric murmured with a kiss against her brow, “we are allowed to be a pair of laggards.”

“Excellent,” Synnove said, eyelids heavy. “Love you, Aymeric.”

“Love you, too, Synnove.”

[candycryptids]

"Miss Fufucha... what kind of flowers do old ladies like...?" "Well firstly, I wouldn't call them old ladies. But you can't go wrong with a bouquet of azeyma roses, we have a fresh batch just harvested this morning." "PERFECT!"

"Miss F'lhaminn! Over here!"

"Happy Starlight Momma, I love you so much."

[eorzean-capitalist]

Never-Ending Survey : Isrun Whitewood

Tagged by: @kodie-ffxiv.

Tagging: @entropytea, @sporebat, @nineprotons, @cosmicdwarf, @stuckonstones, @voidsentprinces, @yokasaris, @qarukhel, @thegildenheart, @ahlis-xiv.  And anyone else who wants to!

Rules: Repost, do not reblog, tag 10 blogs!  

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Isrun Whitewood

NICKNAME: Izzy. 

AGE:  33

BIRTHDAY:  32nd Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Viera, Rava.

NATIONALITY: Dalmascan

LANGUAGE/S: Woodspeak, common, Garlean.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Monogamous

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged

HOME TOWN / AREA: Village of Meret-njer in Dalmasca

CURRENT HOME:  Gridania

PROFESSION: Bodyguard

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Dark grey like a rainy day with black highlights that touch the tips of her ears, too.

EYES: Grey

FACE: Heart shaped

LIPS: Painted black.

COMPLEXION: Dark grey skin.

BLEMISHES: Pale freckles dot her cheeks.

SCARS:  Many scars, most of them light, except a very long, puckered scar down her torso.

TATTOOS:  A small clan tattoo on the bridge of her nose.

HEIGHT: 6′2 fulms

WEIGHT: 190 ponzes

BUILD: Toned arms and legs.  Buff bunny.

FEATURES: Nothing unusual for any Rava Viera.

ALLERGIES: None.

USUAL HAIR STYLE:  Long, straight, tied off in the back with stubborn wisps of hair that curl close to her face.

USUAL FACE LOOK :  Neutral, flat look usually. 

USUAL CLOTHING: Leather armor mostly, some plate for protection.  Leather boots, gunblade.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: The loss of her freedom, and of the people she cares the most for.

ASPIRATION/S: To find peace in the world outside the village she was born in.  To learn to live again, knowing she can never go home.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Protective, fair minded, tactical, adaptive, patient.

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Overprotective, complacent,, closed off, bottles emotions.

TEMPERAMENT:  She is outwardly quiet, inwardly a storm of emotion she refuses to let loose.  To anyone observing her without knowledge of her background would find her a skillful and calm tactician.

SOUL TYPE/S:  The Guardian

ANIMALS: Crow

VICE HABIT/S: None right now.

FAITH: Her faith is in the Wood and the elementals.

GHOSTS?: Yes

AFTERLIFE?: Yes

REINCARNATION?: No

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: She’s not really political at all.

EDUCATION LEVEL:  Reads and writes in common and Garlean.  

FAMILY.

FATHER : Unknown

MOTHER : Bryndiss Meret-njer.

SIBLINGS : Valentyne Meret-njer

EXTENDED FAMILY: Many aunts and cousins.

NAME MEANING/S   Isrun is Icelandic for Ice Magic/Secret.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: Nope!

FAVORITES.

BOOK: No true favorite, anything Giah puts into her hands she reads.

DEITY: Althyk the Keeper

HOLIDAY: All Saint’s Wake

MONTH:  January (First Astral Moon)

SEASON: Winter.

PLACE:  The Wood

WEATHER:  Cloudy or rainy.

SOUND / S: Wind through the trees.  The steady downpour of rain.

SCENT / S: Cool rain on warm earth, wildflowers

TASTE / S: Salty, tangy

FEEL / S: Always on guard.

ANIMAL / S: Crow, deer.

NUMBER: Nine

COLORS: Grey, dark blue, purple.

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Woodworking, hunting, foraging, tracking.

BAD AT: Letting out her feelings.  

TURN ONS: Kindness.  She also has a thing for gold hair.

TURN OFFS: Treating other people poorly.  Narcissism. 

HOBBIES: Carpentry, gardening.

TROPES: The Stoic

QUOTES : “Anyone who says ‘I’d rather die than serve the Empire’ has never had to make that choice.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?       A1 :  Lots of shots of falling rain.  

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?           A2 : Funny you should ask. Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?         A3 : I fantasia’d her to become a viera, and I needed some sort of background fo her.  Thankfully, FFXIV Write challenge 2019 really helped me solidify her personality and past. Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?         A4 : I love buns. Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : She’s got PTSD that she refuses to acknowledge let alone deal with. Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?           A6 :   We both have a black and white sense of right and wrong. Q7 :   How does your muse feel about you?         A7 : I’m sure if she knew I existed she’d ask me to please stop tormenting her.  Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?       A8 :  Anyone who is more innocent, or needs protecting. Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse?     A9 :  Music mostly. Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?   A10 : Several hours, I was typing between cutscenes in a few runs of Castrum.

[muted-howl]

Baby blossoms

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

X’ihyo LOVES sweet and tangy scents like Citrus. She enjoys the color and taste that goes along with it but whenever she has the extra gil, she buys perfume perfectly infused with citrus oil and wears it about her way proudly

Thank you for the ask! @maxikha-ffxiv

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

[candycryptids]

Ok, everyone say "Ohokaliy!"

[candycryptids]

"I'm so happy to see you again HI YEIN!!!!!"

@iron-sparrow did this gorgeous photo-set of Yein and Tangy and I'm still kicking my feet and giggling... THE FULL ON FACE BONK!!!! I can hear the turbo purr and them laughing in my minds theater all the little details are so !!!!!!! The biggest hug... ; A ; !!!!!

[candycryptids]

"So when Kizuna arrives, you'll all head to Enterprise and slay the primal Garuda before it can wreak any more havoc-" -BANG- "Coming! Sorry! Am I late? I had to find my helmet!" ".... What are you WEARING?" "Primal protection! Can't get tempered through this helmet, it's certified allagan steel- or so the merchant told me. I can help you guys fight Primals now!"

Anyways remember aaaages ago when I said Tangy wears a helmet to prevent tempering? (she has the echo, she just doesn't think so, don't try this at home)

[candycryptids]

IT IS FINISHED !!!!!! Character splashes for the Main 7 and a bonus 2 from the side squad (Gemmini and Malta)

These were a lot of fun (and work, but less hard once I had the base template set up) and I think I managed to nail down their vibe without a bunch of letters ;v;'

Also; all the images here were taken by me! With the exception of Tangy, who uses the Mother Crystal image from the Wiki, Mochiie, who uses an HD image of the Eorzean world map, and Ishi’li, who uses a background from The World Ends With You. I even got my own job icon transparencies by taking pictures of the stickers on a black background and cutting them out