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[tallbluelady]

Sweethearts

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wondrous tails of ffxiv: the twelve

o crimson fan, in fire woven... in your wake leave naught uncleansed!

[withheartsaligned]

wondrous tails of ffxiv: carbuncle

“stop staring at me like that,” vej says, scowling at his carbuncle. “you know what you did.”

ruffles simply raises a paw in response, almost as if they were saying ‘you still love me, though’.

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Wondrous Tails

Entry #4: Heartache

G’raha Tia waited there, in the shadow of the shining tower that once stood as a beacon of hope, now only saw the faint glow of light in battle with the gloom of the night sky.

He knew what he had to do. It was his destiny as the last bearer of the blood of Allagan royalty to see his mission fulfilled. And yet… his thoughts were with her.

He didn’t want to leave her, nor did he want to cause her any pain, but he knew he was going to have to do just that. And it was killing him at just the thought of what the morrow would bring. He could only stand there, tears rolling down his face, his body shaking from the pain of never seeing her ever again.

[hydaelynsgallery]

For all that local Limsa novelist Daniel Van Heler loves his Carbuncle, sometimes he wonders if it will eventually either drive him mad or get him tossed off the Misery and onto a random island of monsters. The twelve have mercy upon his soul.

And yes, his Carbuncle has an unhealthy obsession with root vegetables.

This is for the prompt ‘carbuncle’ for the Wondrous Tails of FFXIV event! Also a sorta-sequel to this post of shenanigans.

Bonus screenshots beneath the cut:

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Wondrous Tails of FFXIV: Slow Dancing

Still Dancing

(Alphinaud offered to summon a carbuncle for Alisaie to dance with but she said no)

[spotofmummery]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV: Dancing

Dancing? Dancing is part of what a bard do!

This post is a part of the Wondrous Tails event.

Current Bingo Sheet:

[rayne-s]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV - Seduction

“The world was not made for beauty like his”

[mirageofthecrystal]

Wondrous Tails: Primal

“She wishes to see you,” Artemoux announced as he appeared from the depths of the derelict farmhouse.

Faiolan furrowed his brow, finding this to be a strange, unwelcome honor. “And what is it that the Lady Iceheart would want from one such as me?” He asked, his uncle smiling and placing a firm hand upon his shoulder. 

“My dear boy, you have sacrificed and suffered much for the lies of Ishgard. I brought you here under the auspices of a truth, but it is not mine truth to tell. If you are to commit to this cause, to betray all that you ever knew, believed, or fought for… it must come from the lips of one far more apt to tell the tale.”

“But I trust your words, uncle. I do not, cannot, find it so easy to trust this woman reviled by our people to the point that she hides in a place forsaken by all, save the frost.” 

Again, Artemoux smiled, as if anticipating his nephew’s reticence. “See her. Listen to her. Understand her words. You might have accepted this path because I ushered you onto it, but I cannot in good conscience allow you to continue upon it without hearing it all, knowing the heart of our struggle. You were raised with noose of the Holy See already ‘round your neck, same as I. I fought for the glory of Ishgard, the safety of her people, for the duty that I thought mattered above all else. But in truth, I was only a murderer, a guardian to a lie, and a protector of the blind. Never would have seen this, known this, understood this, without the Lady’s guidance. Go and see her. I would not wish to waste her time with further discussion. She awaits you below.”

Artemoux would accept no other word, urging Faiolan to climb down the stairs, into the old stone cellar of the house. Candles illuminated the darkest corners of the room, and sat against the far wall an altar of sorts. The image it portrayed, from what he could tell, was a dragon and a mortal, separate yet intertwined, two beings and yet one. This must have been Saint Shiva and the dragon Hraesvelgr, if he knew the tale correctly. 

“And what do you know of Saint Shiva, Faiolan Penderghast? Or should I ask, what is it that the Holy See teaches you of her and her actions?” A woman stepped out from the shadows, hair as white as the now outside, eyes discerning and burrowing down into his very soul. She could be none other than the infamous Lady Iceheart.

“A heretic, guilty of lying with dragons, and the patron saint to traitors of the Holy See,” Faiolan said, a safe level of scepticism in his voice. This seemed to please the Lady, who stepped before the altar, standing just a few inches above him. “And do you think this to be truth? Or are you wise to the lies they’ve long been feeding to our people?” She still considered them her people, then, Faiolan mused. She did not seem to have qualm with killing them, even if that was the case. “Ah, but I see the conflict in you. You wonder how I can still wish for peace, even when the Holy See condemns my every action and breath as a sin. But that’s just it… I do not wish for this war to go on any longer. I regret each life that is wasted in this conflict, one so long that we have been forced to look away from the truth.”

“And what is the truth, Lady Iceheart? Or should I call you Saint Shiva, if the rumours are true…” 

“Neither. I am hardly a Lady in anything but the most mocking tone the Holy See can muster, and though I am an embodiment of Shiva’s spirit and she walks this world within my very flesh, I do not know that I can claim such a lofty title. You may call me Ysayle, if you’d like.”

“And, Ysayle, do you truly deliver the truth… or will you bend me to your will with the powers of a primal?” 

“I would not dream of it. None who stands here and fights alongside us does so because I have forced them to. They do so because they believe in the peace that I seek. And so I ask again… do you wish to know the truth?”

Faiolan hesitated, the weight of those words stifling the air between them. To know the truth, to know something so intimately transformative that it even rendered his own uncle to the service of this woman… how deeply, how profoundly would it change him as well? “I would,” he said after a moment of hesitation. “And once I have told you that which you have chosen to know, you will be given two choices: you may pledge yourself not to me, but to peace between man and dragon… or you may march back to Ishgard, and tell them where it is they will find their queen of the heretics.”

“I would think you confident of your truth if you did not already know that they would execute me as soon as listen to my words, for in their eyes, by their falsehoods, I am already one of you.”

“And once you know the truth, Faiolan, I believe that you truly will be. And you will wear the badge ‘heretic’ with honour, not disgrace.”

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Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2022.05.01

Dancing

[tallbluelady]

...And to celebrate the liberation of Ala Mhigo, a ball was held at the Royal Menagerie.

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wondrous tails of ffxiv: glamour

[withheartsaligned]

wondrous tails of ffxiv: childhood

'are you going to run away? do you want to die to the dotharl like your mother did?' his father’s words echo in tabur’s mind as he stares out upon the plains of the steppe from his perch on the dawn throne, trying his absolute best to ignore the sting of tears building in his eyes. “i miss you, mother...” he whispers quietly. the wind blows gently in response.

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Wondrous Tails

Entry #2: Honeymoon

After too many years apart, and a long, hard road to defy fate and triumph over despair itself, Yume Aino and G’raha Tia have made a vow to one another, to be together for the rest of their lives, an eternal bond. To celebrate this most joyous occasion, the newlyweds took a much needed honeymoon to Costa del Sol, the place where they first visited as friends and fell in love all those years ago.

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Feeling cute, might delete later.

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Wondrous Tails of FFXIV: Dancing

It was intented to just be T’ahria and Ranaa dancing at Kadjaya’s Footsteps, but somehow turned into a Students of Baldesion Dance Lesson