#glace eorzea

[quinn-borel]

sometimes you realize your husband is really pretty....like really pretty

[velnica]

Dango (Sanson/Guydelot)

A friend of mine (@naoha-niilo) wanted to see Sanson in a hakama so this photo was born! Gods these two are so cute lol

More format & different shader after the break.

Shader: Glace Melty Natural (edited)

Landscape format and also in Glace Melty Wisteria which is slightly more purple and dramatic.

[lyrerook]

May all of the dark deep inside you find light again.

[beyond-mortal-limits]

FFXIVWrite 2024 - Day 15: Free Day

LA BATARDE

ENTREE

Soupe au Pistou Pistou Soup

Soupe à l'Oignon Onion Soup

Gougères Sauteed Pastry With Cheese

Lentilles Du Puy Mijotées Simmered Du Puy Lentils

MAINS

Cassoulet de haricots, saucisse fumée et poulet Cassoulet of Beans, Smoked Sausage, and Chicken

Ratatouille de légumes d'été Ratatouille of Summer Vegetables

Coq Au Vin Stewed Poultry In Wine

Fricassée de poulet au pain grillé Chicken Fricasee With Toasted Bread

DESSERT

Fromages d'Eorzea Cheeses Of Eorzea

Crêpes aux baies de Gridania et sirop Crèpes with Gridanian Berries and Syrup

Tarte aux pommes avec glace Apple Tart With Iced Cream

[mannakete]

New reaper and samurai looks /o/ Glad this outfit’s free Hate how both are just “the outfit but different colors” but the samurai one is a cosplay that looked different in my head than reality and I just didn’t like any of my leg choices for reaper so what can ya do!

Also rpr gets a boring photo cuz it was just to show my friend.

Sam pose from nyanya studio Filters are Ipusu Gameplay Lite Vanilla (rpr) and Glace Eorzea Clear Simple (I think, sam)

[karotte2188]

Holminster Endboss Arena

[winterdeepelegy]

Added man nips and muscle definition.  Now if only he could have some body scars and arm tats and he’d be perfect.

[breezygardensofficial]

what gshade preset are you using?I feel like not all presets I convert really work😭

Hi anon! I’m using Glace Eorzea (the #Milk Cream one, though all the other variants are also really pretty!!) I may be wrong but I think it was included with my Gshade installation? All I’ve done was tweak the DOF and add in Comic.fx for the outline effect. :)

[murokhan]

‘I will see you...’

(As seen on @digitalpenstroke !)

Though his head was pounding, eyes blurring to the point where he believed the entire apartment was encased in fog, and his body ached at each individual joint from their general overuse from last’s night celebrations, Muro was the first to wake up from the newly wedded couple’s bed.  The bed was in complete disarray, though somehow he and Adalina found themselves in the middle of the queen sized bed, wrapped together in a perfect harmony.  As his vision finally cleared, he took a glace at his Elezen beauty, never once feeling he didn’t deserve this moment. Despite the bliss, unfortunately, he did have to get up.  He remembered there was something he needed to do.

He carefully began to pull away from her.  His movements were mildly displeasing, as whimpers of protests escaped her lips.  He could only chuckle at his sleeping beauty, she was only missing something- well someone- warm against her at that moment.  As he successfully gotten out of the bed, he first placed the blanket around her form, planting a light kiss on her forehead as she slept soundly from thereon afterward.  After then locating his pants and putting them on, Muro left their bedroom, proceeding to the more common area of their estate apartment, where before him stood Adalina’s wedding gift for him:  A Gordian Bureau.  

The moment he sat upon the accompanying Gordian chair, the mammoth desk whirred and stirred to life.  The overall humming of its internal mechanisms was welcoming to his technologically appreciative ears.  As his ever trustworthy friend, the drinking apkallu, continued its vigilant protection of his property while attempting to consume even a fraction of its cup’s contents, Muro went about searching for both his inkwell and quill and parchment papers.  He had to admit, his desk was not as well maintained at the rest of the apartment was, he knew he would have to rectify the situation another day.  Managing to locate the three items, he immediately went to work, to put thought to paper what he had wanted to let out for a long time.

Dear Father M'rokin

I’ve taken the time today to write to you, even though I doubt this letter will even come across your way.  It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the tribe, though it’s felt even longer since I’ve seen Mother, M'riku, and the others, all of whom I miss a lot.  However, I don’t miss you.  I understand you, but I don’t miss you.  I understand that you wanted to keep the tribe strong and guided in the right direction, but I still despise you and everything you said after you left me beaten and broken.  You could have just denied me the challenge, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, it’s not like I could have gone through with the challenge if you declined.  But no, I knew you, a lot better than I realized, I was an example for the others.  Who could lead a tribe with a defect, right?  How could I seek the sun if I couldn’t see it, right?  Well, now I have my own path and someone joining me on it, so how about that?

Muro took a moment to reread the letter, but there was something to those words he didn’t like.  They weren’t what he truly wanted to say.  He had felt animosity for the man who sired him, but the words on the paper should not have been wasted for the likes of him.  He shook his head, taking the letter and crumpling it up and tossing it behind the gargantuan desk.  There was another he wanted to talk to, someone that was only second in importance in his life.

Dear Maivari Solette

It’s felt like a lifetime since I’ve seen you.  I hope this letter finds you because there is so much I need to tell you.  I did as you asked and finished my training with Master Warring Tempest.  You were right to warn me, even for a Roedagyn he was fairly large as you said.  Hells, his hands were almost as big as my torso.  He taught me all that he knew but felt that I would be able to handle myself out here.  He was right, I was able to use my abilities to become a self-contractor, where I leased myself out as a bodyguard or security, even now I’m with a great company called the Moogle Skyways, lead by a fairly decent man.  I believe you would be able to trust him.

But much has changed.  The war with the Garleans has turned against them, and now people are able to travel out of Eorzea without fear.  Some, like myself, have even taken up residence in a quaint suburb in a lovely city called Kurogane.  Maybe if I see you, I can show you around.  It is definitely a lot bigger than Gridania.  

There was one thing I wished to tell you as well.  I recently got married to an Elezen woman named Adalina Duchannes.  It’s not quite an Elezen name, but there is a long story about that.  Either way, we had been in a relationship for well over a few months and felt that we were comfortable in each others company that getting married wouldn’t complicate things.  The ceremony was small yet quaint, but I believe she felt that it was perfect. I had hoped to find you again before I had gone through with it though, I wanted to you see how far I had come since you found me as a kit in Ul'dah.

I miss you a lot.  Don’t get me wrong, I remember my birth mother and I miss her a great deal as well, but you took care of me all those years after my abandonment, and I feel a little more of an attachment toward you.  While you didn’t see yourself as one, you were still a great mother, even if your methods of keeping me on the straight and narrow were rather brutal at times.  You prepared me for the true nature of this world, and I am all the better for it.  I will find you, well both you and my birth mother, just for one last hug.

I will see you soon, I hope.

Muro’s ear twitched as he heard a stirring from their bed.  His lips formed into a smirk, and without completing the letter left the desk, left to rejoin his beloved wife in their bed.  

[digitalpenstroke]

‘I will see you...’

Though his head was pounding, eyes blurring to the point where he believed the entire apartment was encased in fog, and his body ached at each individual joint from their general overuse from last's night celebrations, Muro was the first to wake up from the newly wedded couple's bed.  The bed was in complete disarray, though somehow he and Adalina found themselves in the middle of the queen sized bed, wrapped together in a perfect harmony.  As his vision finally cleared, he took a glace at his Elezen beauty, never once feeling he didn't deserve this moment. Despite the bliss, unfortunately, he did have to get up.  He remembered there was something he needed to do.

He carefully began to pull away from her.  His movements were mildly displeasing, as whimpers of protests escaped her lips.  He could only chuckle at his sleeping beauty, she was only missing something- well someone- warm against her at that moment.  As he successfully gotten out of the bed, he first placed the blanket around her form, planting a light kiss on her forehead as she slept soundly from thereon afterward.  After then locating his pants and putting them on, Muro left their bedroom, proceeding to the more common area of their estate apartment, where before him stood Adalina's wedding gift for him:  A Gordian Bureau.  

The moment he sat upon the accompanying Gordian chair, the mammoth desk whirred and stirred to life.  The overall humming of its internal mechanisms was welcoming to his technologically appreciative ears.  As his ever trustworthy friend, the drinking apkallu, continued its vigilant protection of his property while attempting to consume even a fraction of its cup's contents, Muro went about searching for both his inkwell and quill and parchment papers.  He had to admit, his desk was not as well maintained at the rest of the apartment was, he knew he would have to rectify the situation another day.  Managing to locate the three items, he immediately went to work, to put thought to paper what he had wanted to let out for a long time.

Dear Father M'rokin

I've taken the time today to write to you, even though I doubt this letter will even come across your way.  It's been a long time since I've been in the tribe, though it's felt even longer since I've seen Mother, M'riku, and the others, all of whom I miss a lot.  However, I don't miss you.  I understand you, but I don't miss you.  I understand that you wanted to keep the tribe strong and guided in the right direction, but I still despise you and everything you said after you left me beaten and broken.  You could have just denied me the challenge, I wouldn't have been able to do anything, it's not like I could have gone through with the challenge if you declined.  But no, I knew you, a lot better than I realized, I was an example for the others.  Who could lead a tribe with a defect, right?  How could I seek the sun if I couldn't see it, right?  Well, now I have my own path and someone joining me on it, so how about that?

Muro took a moment to reread the letter, but there was something to those words he didn't like.  They weren't what he truly wanted to say.  He had felt animosity for the man who sired him, but the words on the paper should not have been wasted for the likes of him.  He shook his head, taking the letter and crumpling it up and tossing it behind the gargantuan desk.  There was another he wanted to talk to, someone that was only second in importance in his life.

Dear Maivari Solette

It's felt like a lifetime since I've seen you.  I hope this letter finds you because there is so much I need to tell you.  I did as you asked and finished my training with Master Warring Tempest.  You were right to warn me, even for a Roedagyn he was fairly large as you said.  Hells, his hands were almost as big as my torso.  He taught me all that he knew but felt that I would be able to handle myself out here.  He was right, I was able to use my abilities to become a self-contractor, where I leased myself out as a bodyguard or security, even now I'm with a great company called the Moogle Skyways, lead by a fairly decent man.  I believe you would be able to trust him.

But much has changed.  The war with the Garleans has turned against them, and now people are able to travel out of Eorzea without fear.  Some, like myself, have even taken up residence in a quaint suburb in a lovely city called Kurogane.  Maybe if I see you, I can show you around.  It is definitely a lot bigger than Gridania.  

There was one thing I wished to tell you as well.  I recently got married to an Elezen woman named Adalina Duchannes.  It's not quite an Elezen name, but there is a long story about that.  Either way, we had been in a relationship for well over a few months and felt that we were comfortable in each others company that getting married wouldn't complicate things.  The ceremony was small yet quaint, but I believe she felt that it was perfect. I had hoped to find you again before I had gone through with it though, I wanted to you see how far I had come since you found me as a kit in Ul'dah.

I miss you a lot.  Don't get me wrong, I remember my birth mother and I miss her a great deal as well, but you took care of me all those years after my abandonment, and I feel a little more of an attachment toward you.  While you didn't see yourself as one, you were still a great mother, even if your methods of keeping me on the straight and narrow were rather brutal at times.  You prepared me for the true nature of this world, and I am all the better for it.  I will find you, well both you and my birth mother, just for one last hug.

I will see you soon, I hope.

Muro's ear twitched as he heard a stirring from their bed.  His lips formed into a smirk, and without completing the letter left the desk, left to rejoin his beloved wife in their bed.  

[ralsart]

Made me and @mahnsturr matching reference sheets!!! Finally figured out Raylenn’s physical appearance, ect... While she is part lala and part miqote, her miqote traits show more (her dunesfolk genes for magic are very prominent tho). Character Meme (Under Cut):

(tagging @mahnsturr ;3 @yuyue-yue, @zuzunzopapanzo, @lhophysaria)

Full name: Raylenn Other names: RayRay, Raylenn Zoltar,  L'raemha Tsunhe Occupation: Spoiled Little Sister to a Pirate Captain / Mage & Healer Age: 17-19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Doesn’t know, Doesnt Matter (Pan?) Origin: Her Birth Tribe Came from the East but she was born in Eorzea Current Location: M.I.A. Nationality:  Miqote & Lalafell  Ethnicity:  Sunseeker & DunesFolk Spoken languages: Eorzean Religion: None Height: Some taller than the average child (I don’t know the exact number @v@ ) Blood type: O- Eyes: Glossy Pink Tattoos: Henna (Temporary, its her stripes) Piercings: Three on each Ear Smoking: No Drinking: No Drugs: Sugar Athletics: Has strong legs, but very little stamina Hobbies: Cooking, Eating, Chocobo Handling Favorite drink: Rolanberry Smoothies Favorite food: Crab Croquette, Marron Glace Jellied Compote, Baklava, Apple Strule, Snrubleberry Tart, Creme Brulee, Sohm Al Tart, Sachertort, Rolanberry Cheesecake, Starlight Log, Cookies, Chocolates, Cheese Souffle, and Sweet Rice Cakes, ect... Favorite music: “Fiend” and the like (Primal & Alexander Music)  Clothing style:  Flowy or Loose, non-restricting Underwear type: Plain & Simple; in different Colours

[lyrerook]

Wish you were here.

[bride-and-bride]

Checkmark box thing

I am... ENDLESSLY fascinated about hearing about Glace’s project. The details of the experiment that made him the way he is, the culture of the experiments and how many different modifications there are... but more over, I love Glace’s LOYALTY, and also.... that he’s also just a dude! A pretty goofy dude, sometimes, who might punt a lalafell because he’s annoyed or blow up condoms and attach them to Sig’s house, or bake up some really tasty cookies. He’s an undeniably deadly, vicious assassin who made Defiant physically ill with his methods, but he’s also just a man, trying to live a life in Eorzea. That sense of humor as WELL as that danger is awesome!

[winterdeepelegy]

Prompt #25: Silver Lining

In the ruins of madness, a ghost of a chance There is new hope reborn in every tragedy And the world I see bares a mystery waiting to be revealed And don't you know that every cloud has a silver lining? 

Frost couldn’t sing.  Despite Enambris’ best efforts to get him to join in her Warsong when needed, the best he could manager were growls, barks, and beastly roars but, as it turned out, his ability to carry a tune as reliably as a sieve wasn’t the point at all, it was the will and personal power one put into it. In his quieter moments away from others, far enough not to offend anyone’s ears, he sometimes hummed.  There were certain songs and genres he listened to when he was in Garlemald, and he found much of Eorzea’s music lacking in its heaviness. There were a few that stuck with him, and some he accepted simply because others found them useful, or because they reminded him of important people in his life. More accurately, they reminded him how to live, not just how to exist and follow whatever orders he was given. There was life outside the Castrum, a life he’d left behind through no effort of his own.  Such songs felt like lifting a shroud and coming home again. Aimee... finding her again and reconnecting was the first revelation, the first time the beast hiding behind his heart was silent.  The now foreign, glowing warmth of finding his first real friend again after years drove the shadows back and left a boy standing where a monster had been but a moment earlier. She was a silver lining in a heretofore endless storm. In the age of confusion, tears and despair Let me sell you a dream of prosperity In this great illusion our humble intentions are well concealed 'Cause don't you know that every cloud has a silver lining? Could he go home again?  Home, to Aimee, to better days in spite of his sickness back then.  It was like taking a gigantic step backward in time, and yet it yielded so much clarity. And what of his other home and the family he’d gained since then?  His jaw tightened with a feeling of shame and uncertainty.  Where was home? Who was home?  For the first time, he felt conflicted. You may call me a dreamer, call me a fool Just a blue eyed believer in you But I'll die for that someone In the blink of an eye So tell me, please, tell me Just what kind of fool am I He could never completely go home again. There were so many letters he sent which went unanswered that he eventually gave up, assuming Aimee either forgot about him or something else had happened to her until this moment.  She was with their other childhood friend now, Oni, and utterly devoted.  Glace, meanwhile, was a shadow from a past none of them could reclaim. When I drown in my fears In the darkness of sorrow There's a promise of grace Under silver grey skies There was a promise which remained, however.  No matter what atrocities he’d committed under orders, Aimee never shrank back from her old friend and instead embraced him, welcoming him back. And I'm drying my tears In the blaze of the sunlight A reverie sealed with a kiss He was home, if only as a guest for a while.  Finding her again was the first step on a long road back to remembering himself. ---

Tagging for mention of their characters: @enambris, @leatherlaceandblades, @onidephor

[winterdeepelegy]

FFXIV Character Rolecall

Now that the dust seems to be settling, it’s time to bring things up to speed with this brood.  All of these characters will be represented on this blog, so any tags and asks for any of them can be directed to @winterdeepelegy. - About the Characters -

Glace Silencieuse: Although he was my second character, he has more or less become my main. He has been one of the most interesting to write for.

- His bloodline comes from a minor Ishgardian house whose members frequently engaged in voidcalling in secret.  The appearance of Batraal in Dzemael Darkhold was related to their actions.  Once they were discovered, the house members were arrested executed, and those who avoided capture fled Ishgard. 

- Glace was born within a chain of caverns bordering Coerthas and Gridania.  Several years prior to Dalamud’s fall, he was rounded up near Gridania and transported to Garlemald where he was placed with the Colossus Project and augmented.  At this time, he still serves with loyalty but has begun questioning the Empire’s actions. Known for: Violence, moodiness, dark humor, ice manipulation, cigar smoking, taxidermy, ice sculptures, and doting on orphans. And he somewhat secretly loves cats.

---------------------------- Ciel Sauveterre: She was my first character and has existed since 1.0 beta.

- Ciel is a native of Gridania, the child of a Wood Wailer and a Conjurer. Although she started to train for Conjury, herself, it never suited her.  She’s a born performer, having sung in choirs from a young age and grown into her reputation as a traveling songstress and opera singer. 

- The tragic loss of her first betrothed thanks to his involvement with poachers caused her to leave her home and set foot into the wider world.  She came to Ul’dah where she enlisted with the Immortal Flames.

- During the events leading up to the Calamity, she started to experience episodes of the Echo and eventually learned of others who shared this ability.  She sought them out and joined the Path of the Twelve, led by the Circle of Knowing who later became known as the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

- Her connection to the Flames and Scions, both, landed her at Carteneau. She was among the many who were sent forward by Louisoix.

Known for: Gentleness, easing the souls of the dying, formality, dressing to 11, wandering, co-hosting and performing at events, filling the lead role of Maria in Palazzo Aldenard’s first iteration of Maria and Draco, riding a Coeurl, taking the last cinnamon roll.

--------------------------- Ransetsu Askikaga: Created during Stormblood. Originally supposed to just be an NPC in a story Ciel was in, he sort of took on a life of his own.

- Descended from a samurai clan once loyal to Doma, his father was a Hyur, his mother a medicine woman from Sui-no-Sato.  His father died during the Garlean siege, leaving his mother to raise the child of mixed blood on her own.  Despite his differences, he wasn’t seen as being very different from the others in Sui-no-Sato and had a relatively peaceful childhood.

- He eventually left his home and returned to the surface, in search of leads to the stories his mother sometimes told, about how his clan once guarded a legendary katana, Odenta.  This treasure disappeared after the fall of the clan, and he believed he could restore the Ashikaga to power if he could find it.  More recently, rumors suggest that Odenta may have been transported as far as Eorzea, into the hands of unscrupulous sellers and buyers.  And so he followed these rumors to western shores to continue his search.

- Known for: Fishing, calm, keeping company with a large panda who may or may not be an Auspice (the world may never know), dispensing snippets of wisdom.

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Boria Litvasch: Created during Shadowbringers but with no direct ties to the MSQ. He is very much still in development.

- Like Glace, Boria was introduced to the Colossus Project at a young age, but most of his development occurred in and around Garlemald.  Before this, his life was a quiet one, trying to eke out a living in the cold mountains around Ilsabard, mining for sellable stones when he was still seen as little more than a cub.

- His involvement in the Project meant he never lacked for food, shelter, or comeraderie, but as one of the Lost, he sometimes wondered how different life would be if his clan had found a new Queen.  He never quite knew their previous one, but maintained the tradition of blackening his fangs as symbolic gesture of grief.

-Known for: Hair gel, moustache twirling, being “the handsomest” of the Project’s subjects, being a gentle giant, teasing his subject sisters, breaking countless chairs due sitting in them.

[winterdeepelegy]

Candle in a Storm

I’ve bitten off more than even I can chew... Having a pair of children to keep him company was a different sort of chaos than what Glace was accustomed to.  Brothers and sisters had their inevitable quarrels, but the issues were moreso trying to figure out how to properly respond to them, how to make sure they were happy, healthy, and comfortable.  He was coming from a place where joy was found in combat and victory, and where health and comfort were subject to the whims of his masters.  They were things he didn’t know how to provide freely when he first set foot in Eorzea untethered a couple of years prior, and it was a learning experience.  It meant wearing a different leash, one which he had no choice but to control on his own. The move from Mist to Lavender Beds went well enough.  Sorting things and finding new places for everything that was still in boxes was more of a task than getting the larger pieces of furniture up the stairs and into the new apartment.  Then he had to reassemble all of that, lacking instructions on which pieces went where, but he did prevail, and he soon settled in with Seisa and Miro marveling over the expanse of trees beyond their wide window. The first official morning in their new place, and Miro just had to ask for pancakes for breakfast.  Heart-shaped ones.  Pancakes were Annowre’s forte, the mistress of tooth-rottingly sweet breakfasts, so many of which she talked him into trying when he would have been content with bacon and soft-cooked eggs.  He hadn’t the first clue how to go about it, despite her instructing him many times - only to be promptly tuned out.  He still managed to figure it out, after some trial and error, and the resultant heart-shaped pancakes left Miro confused and Seisa too horrified to eat them. Later, they found new books so that any bedtime stories read to them would at least be less troubling than the pancakes, since they wouldn’t involve any of his anatomical texts.  They had toys and new clothes to replace everything they lost in the orphanage fire, and cozy bunk beds of their own. All of it was just about perfect. You know you can’t keep them. Sheol, as usual, kept him awake at night while they slept peacefully.  Glace scowled and muttered into the empty air of his room, that only the beast might hear him.  “I know.  If I keep them, Garlemald will get their hands on them, and I still have work to do.  My war isn’t over... and I wouldn’t put it past Theius to try and drag them into it.  I don’t want them to get involved in any of this... they’ve been through enough.  They deserve a better life than they’ll have with me.” No answer came, so he sank his teeth into the end of the cigar in his mouth and continued his line of thought, “They still don’t know about me, who I... who we serve.  I wonder if they’d forgive me if they ever found out.” That I could not say. Our kind do not know forgiveness, nor have we a care to learn of it.  We are what we are, and we do what we do. “You’re no help at all...”

No fewer than three letters came from Stillglade Fane before one of their Conjurers came knocking.  Tarlie, the niece of the woman who ran the orphanage, had taken on the business of trying to sort records, arrange foster homes and adoptions of the children who were staying there.  Glace knew what the letters meant and, subsequently, Tarlie’s appearance at his door. With her standing there, he had no choice then but to look over the documents being presented to him.  They spoke just outside the closed apartment door, out of earshot of the children. “They’re from Kugane?” “Missus Briselle is Forestborn, but she’s wed to Ryunosuke, a member of the Sekiseigumi,” Tarlie explained.  “He sustained wounds some time ago which... well, he’s not able to sire children on his own, you see.  And when Briselle heard about the fire, here she wanted to help in some way, so they’ve taken an interest in your fosters.” “But what are they like?  What is Ryunosuke like?  Is he kind? Do they have a good home there?  Are they reasonably well off or--” Tarlie held up both of her hands to forestall any further barrage of questions, “Mister Caravelle, these are questions I don’t have answers to.  I can tell you with relative certainty, they wouldn’t have come all this way on word of a fire if they weren’t willing to care for them.” He refused to meet the woman’s eyes, opting instead to stare at the papers in his hand.  “Thank you, I -- It’s so soon, I... they need some time.” “They’ll be allowed time to get to know their prospective new parents before they’re allowed to go, don’t worry.  This isn’t going to be immediate,” she assured. He had everything he needed to investigate them on his own.  He needed to see these people with his own eyes and judge them.  They had to be better than acceptable, he couldn’t let his kids go to anywhere which wasn’t perfect, he owed them that much after all the disaster his presence had brought them. “Thank you for your time, Miss Tarlie,” he offered with a bow of his head.  “We’ll be in touch.”