#heavensward era

[bnuuywol]

“What is it you want from me?” “To make a foul, unholy beast such as you suffer for those you slaughtered.”

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[hywl]

exponential entropy

[furymint]

Q. One missed call. Any mix of yours and my characters. go wild. (or just one! your choice. ^_^, and that includes the XVI boys)

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Elliot’s name was not announced at the party. He knew it from the first: as he navigated the busy floor, dodging dresses and flapping fans, few people hailed him to share pleasantries. Even as he recognized baron, dame, and cardinal, and the music ebbed to open conversation among the guests, there seemed to be an unwarranted shortage of acknowledging glances and how-do-you-fare's.

Faces he knew closer than some scripture welcomed him. Their warmth reassured him, but he did not come for tranquility. When Lady Ottoline began stroking his hand and nattering about squirrels licking icicles, he balanced his champagne flute on a chair back and floated away.

Gustave le Berre. Lucien Tedalgrinche. Adrien Charroix. The names continued. Karoiseka O'dayla.

Almost every soul stiffened. People paused, their heads swiveled, eyes narrowed. Forks returned to plates and skirt bustles dropped from hands. Whether they looked to the grand doorway or not, every person knew the night would be irrevocably different from this moment. The savior of Eorzea--now savior of Ishgard, after a fact--had arrived, and now gossip must follow her.

She didn't look armed. She didn't look decent. But neither of those things were fully true.

In the frame of the archway, the Warrior of Light was small, intense, and beautiful. Even if her eyes could be described as tired, they were striking first, and the blue of them matched her hair in a way that seemed to prove that this was the woman chosen by Hydaelyn. Reports spoke of a crystal-lined bow with arrows that could pierce dragon scale. Still, few could doubt that if it came to magic, she would not be able to cast without a staff.

It was either bold or ridiculous that she wore no armor. A sleeveless gown was out of fashion whether her gloves bore jewelry or not; somehow the lace at her breast and the tall collar were enough to excuse it. The black skirt of her dress rippled without a petticoat or hoop, sliced on one side from the thigh to the floor, and teasing a sight at her leg as she drifted forward. Once again, the thing that mattered was smaller than the whole: her shoes were a flashing, bright silver, with a thin, curving heel and beaded ankle strap. Perhaps, in the same way, what mattered of her was herself and not her title.

A scary, dark, one-eyed rascal of man was beside her, and he did not look nice, so he did not matter. Relations were impossible to escape in all places but the ballroom, and so Elliot would forget--for the next three bells--that the man had whispered to her in a way that seemed to let him kiss her ear.

As the room tried to seesaw back into nonchalance, Elliot chose sensation.

Perhaps, in a different way, she was kind.

He was the first to speak to her, and the first to be seen doing so.

[picturesofashe]

Can you tell me who I was? Can you tell me who I am?

I've forgotten how to tell, did I ever even know?

[voiidbound]

cute man

[kimoi-boi]

Get you a man who looks at you the way Ran looks at a new toy to play with.

[craterdogs]

heavensward

[elizabethrobertajones]

ranking my past lives on a scale from Haldrath to Tenzen

[sunnythanalan]

i’m really sick so i’ve indulged myself and made this... was it worth it? Sure. I have thoughts about them 😌

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[styxisms]

@unrealization

There were few warnings regarding the spell 'Flow' aside from that of death. Being tossed into the aetherial sea and getting stuck was a hypothetical possibility. Few who cast the spell had returned from that state. Castings of the spell tended to result in cases like Thancred, whom where actually whisked far away to people like herself. Lost in the sea forever. Most likely didn't have such tenacious companions or important contacts. Most were never fished out. And while she could only remember her time there in hazy dreamlike visions... She had certainly paid dearly for her hubris.

For someone that was so close to the souls of the departed and someone that had studied aether her entire life... It was not difficult for her to find a way to see via aether. Though, she would be unable to explain how to do so to others. It merely came to her. By using her focus and her own aether, she had the ability to see the world on an aetherial level. It was exhausting. And yet... she could not allow herself to give up her work as a Scion. This way of seeing would allow her to continue as if nothing had changed. She would not mention it. Of course, she would not openly hide it. But she was not the sort to give her vulnerabilities so freely to others.

She had learned much in the short time since she had returned. Using voices to match the aether to the people she once could see in person. Context clues for sights once familiar that now appeared wholly different. She could still read. Some books were simple. Written with impressions that made reading easier for someone unable to see. But the aether of the ink contrasted with that of the page. If she really focused, she could read. She could still study. The cost was just... Being exhausted by the end of it.

And then there was one more discomfort. She had seen Ashlynn during their work as Scions prior to this change. Using the contraption to see aether, she had once seen the girl. Not enough to memorize everything. But enough to know she had changed. Her aether was different. It was not only that. She seems to have changed. In the way she behaved and the way she fought. So as soon as there was a small amount of peace, she would seek her out. She knew they had only just stopped Thordan from whatever he had planned, but she doubted her comrade would be resting as she should.

"Ashlynn. Can we speak for a moment? The matter isn't urgent but I would prefer the conversation stay between us. If you are not currently occupied, perhaps I could borrow you."

[bnuuywol]

so kiss me on the mouth and set me free... but please, don't bite

[mimiyamiya]

Also finally got back to heavansward which is where I got to before I lost my account last time!

[warschosen]

TAG DROP: VERSES.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― rapture: the end of an era ‚ we fight on. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― a realm reborn: bearing sins of the past ‚ for our future is taken. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― heavensward: why break trust ‚ why turn past to dust. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― stormblood: fire in your eyes ‚ fire in your heart. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― shadowbringers: one brings shadow ‚ one brings light. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― endwalker: to another end ‚ where it all begins. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― dawntrail: no more once upon a time ‚ find your wings.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― patch: song of hope ‚ we dance upon the winds.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― ascian: tag ‚ tag. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― ancient: tag ‚ tag. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― au: tag ‚ tag.

[thedawnforged-lore]

#WoLQOTD: what does your wol/oc call their significant other(s) when talking about them?

They use "partner" or "husband" when referring to each other, but when speaking directly, E'rahez tends to lean toward "dear heart" or "dearest" while Calu'to just uses Rahez.

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[spidercrimes]

I FORGOT ABT THIS.... pantsless era real

[ascions]

tag drop: verse tags.

canon based verses, includes patch for their expansion: ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― rapture: the end of an era ‚ we fight on. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― a realm reborn: bearing sins of the past ‚ for our future is taken. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― heavensward: why break trust ‚ why turn past to dust. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― stormblood: fire in your eyes ‚ fire in your heart. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― shadowbringers: one brings shadow ‚ one brings light. ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― endwalker: to another end ‚ where it all begins.

❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― to be determined.

alternate timelines / universes: ❝ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ― au verse: tag verse ‚ something witty.