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Heya, this blog is moving on over to @vavara-kir-vara as soon as this post is going live. I've been getting fed up with how this blue hellsite manages my different sideblog so I'm doing my best to fix it. That's all!

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#ohh thats a great aesthetic #i should get my group to do a steampunk-esque photoshoot in Alexander's preamble spaces #ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #i should probably make another tag for other PC's cuz yknow

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dad jokes.

The worst thing about having two dads? Twice the amount of ‘em.

#thancred #urianger #y'shtola rhul #rhyne #precious daughter rhyne! #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #ffxiv

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untitled [modern AU] A lot of…self-indulgence.

#ffxiv #g'raha tia #miqo'te

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I was reading up on Viera lore and im jealous. I wish I could be nb until my 13th birthday to then be assigned a gender

#ffxiv #yooooo thats rad #viera

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Just finished my piece for @answersffxivzine 

This piece has taught me so much I can’t wait for you guys to see all the talent and love put into this zine!!

#lyse hext #yda hext #if Vavara were to become romantically involved with anyone #it would probably end up being Lyse #ffxiv

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another quick drawing for my best friend of Paloma, this time on an Uncle Same style poster :3 when are we getting big buff Au'ra women instead of tiny twigs Squeenix? >:c

#ffxiv #au ra ffxiv #honest thoigh id be A-OK with either solution to the dimorphism #like gimme tiny auri men #but if we somehow get buff auri girls thats beautiful too

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I gave my lalafell a new hairstyle, it seem to fit him well!

#ffxiv #lalafell #coooooooool

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my pals buff warrior of light from final fantasy 14

#i waaaaaant it #like i want it in game #ffxiv

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#ffxiv #lalafell #viera

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                                           The   o n l y   way   out   is   to                                            →  P U S H    T H R O U G H .

#AHHH why is Capt Stacy always so cool #I swear that man strides such a goddamn good line between despicable and dazzling #ffxiv #ffxiv edits #FFXIV Screenshots #captain cyril stacy

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The “Being Mortal” experience in Final Fantasy XIV

#ffxiv art #ffxiv #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur

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But what is truth? Not so easy to define — We both have truths. Are yours the same as mine?

#oh shit the Captain looks absolutely livid #ffxiv #captain cyril stacy #ffxiv art #i feel like it's super rare to see art of the Captain where he's not completely composed and in control

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more dumb bunboy

#ffxiv #i need more bunboys on my blog dammit #thank you for making such a cutie

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In which Alphinaud gets bullied

#alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #ffxiv #this is too pure

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Fashion show~!

Followed a few outfit prompts for Adede on Twitter. 

#too good too good my soul is full to bursting!

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30 Day Warrior of Light Challenge: Healing

~1100 Words, Multi-WoL Verse, potential spoilers regarding Stormblood

The warmth of the sun beats downwards over the earthen rooftops of Ala Mhigo, the air light and clear. Throngs of people mill about in the streets, the din of the marketplaces softly churning below.

Vavara’s legs hang over the ledge of one of the flat, stone rooftops. Her armor and weapons are nowhere to be seen, though her cap and goggles remain firmly planted atop her head. She twists her hands in the soft, well-worn cloth of the brown cloak around her shoulders. She relaxes her fingers. As she takes a deep, slow breath, her arms lower back to her lap. She nearly jumps at the sensation of the cold metal of her hands touching her legs. Usually, there are leathers and some chain between her and the open air. 

Should’ve worn something more discreet.

She appraises the traditional gown, with its diamond-patterns and bright, cheery colors. Alongside the dust-brown cloak and black skirt, she could almost pass for just another of the people below her. Almost. She runs her thumb against her knuckles, a soft tick barely audible as metal runs across metal. Her knees tap together, and then her heels. Each resounds with a soft, metallic clink. Her implants, jarring black and copper groupings of artificial muscle and armor, are open to the air along her arms and the majority of her legs. Self-consciousness rises in her ribs, her hands finding the hem of her cloak and skirt.

She looks back down at the people below her, all the merchants, laborers, soldiers, and urchins. Memories from what feels like lifetimes ago call out to her. Her eyes slowly trace the streets one by one, recalling all the close calls and bloody scraps she had on each. Her gaze falls to rest on a leveled building, black metal rising out from its crumpled architecture like the horrific spines of a crushed lionfish. The old Garlean recruitment office. Bile rises in her throat.

“Well, look at you~” A playful, high voice calls out from behind. Vavara’s head snaps back, hand reflexively going to her hip where her revolver would be. Walking with skip in her step is a woman in a vintage, red tunic. Lyse. Vavara’s shoulders relax, hand dropping from where her holster would rest.

“All dolled up. Rare to see you out of your usual getup.” Lyse doesn’t wait for an invitation, just dropping down next to Vara. Her legs idly kick in the open air off the ledge.

“What’s the special ocassion?” She leans into and over the Lalafell, as one would when trying to spy another’s hand in a game of cards.

“There isn’t one.” Vavara says, her knees push together as she averts her eyes away from Lyse. “I am told that I don’t relax or ‘chill’ enough. So-” Her voice titters off for a moment,

“So, here I am. How’d you know I was here?” Vara’s arms pull against her chest, metal clicking and hissing against itself.

“I asked the gate guards to give me a shout if you or any of the other Scions showed up.” Lyse admits, a light shrug shaking the loose cloth of her top. “I just don’t wanna miss out when you’re all around, we don’t get to see each other anymore.”

Lyse’s gaze flickers up and down the other woman, a sly grin slowly settling onto her lips and into her eyes.

“So, there’s this great place a few blocks from here. Music, drinks, dancing, whole nine yards. ‘N seein’ as you’re already dressed for it…” She begins to stand from her spot next to Vavara, hands brushing off he loose tassets of her garb.

“No, but thank y-” Vavara’s response is cut off by a sudden, shrill gasp and she’s hoisted up off the ground and into Lyse’s arms.

“Put me down-” Her voice is strained, one hand clutching her cap, the other holding down her skirt. “Lyse, I’m-”

“Still under medical leave.” Lyse says, a shit-eating grin fully bloomed on her face. “After what you pulled over in Grimlyt, you weren’t supposed to leave bed for another two weeks.”

Vara’s eyes go wide, her sore muscles dully warning her against leaping away or putting strain on her implants.

“So since you’re here anyways, you and I’ll go and have some well-deserved time off.”

“I- I can’t drink-” 

“That’s fine, gettin’ drunk wasn’t on my agenda anyways.”

“With my injuries-” 

“I know, I know, you shouldn’t put strain on yourself. So, I’ll keep you out of the way of folk’s feet by keeping you up here, and you can listen to the music instead of dancing.”

“I don’t - I don’t know,” A rare uncertainty crests in Vavara’s voice, her usual cold, confident tone breaking for a brief moment.

“Vavara. You said you wanted to relax, to take some time for yourself and cool off. Maybe you can do that while looking down at other folks having a good time, but you didn’t look particularly happy or relaxed. Just come along, and if you want to leave, I’ll take you somewhere quiet and leave you alone.” Lyse looks at her, brow knitted and eyes focussed. An odd, pleading determination. 

“Trust me.” She says.

“I…” Vavara gazes deeply into Lyse’s eyes, curls her lips a moment, and then takes an unsteady breath.

“Fine,” Her breath out is strained, and she pulls her cap down harder against her skull, the brim nearly acting as a blinder. “Put me down. I’ll walk with you.”

After a moment’s consideration, Lyse obliges her, gently setting the small woman down onto the roof. The two pause for a long moment, considering one another. Slowly, uncertainly, Vavara raises one hand upwards in offering.

“So? Lead the way, Lady Hext.” She keeps the brim of her cap covering her face, slowly regaining some of her lost composure.

“Lady Hext? So formal!” A laugh like a motorbike’s engine snorts out of Lyse’s nose, and then rises out in giddy waves. She gasps for breath and wipes tears from her eyes. “Alright, Lady Ashenheart, let’s be off then.”

She takes Vavara’s metal-encased hand gently, as one would take a sculpture of blown glass.

As the two walk hand-in-hand down towards the streets, Lyse’s voice echoes again as her guffaw-ing laughter kicks back up.

“Lady Hext - Ha!” She looks down, a broad smile on her face as her eyes land on Vavara’s reddened cheeks. “I’ve been to big fancy-schmancy accords and the like and the best I get is Miss Hext.”

“I just wanted to be polite.” The reply comes back grumbled, almost chastened.

“No, no! It was sweet.” Lyse’s smile is brighter than the sun overhead, “Lady Hext, I love it. I should introduce myself like that some time, just to see how folks react.”

The afternoon sun shines down on the two as they push through the crowd, occasional jabs being thrown as they walk.

#seaswolchallenge #Vavara Ashenheart #Lyse Hext #this was fun to write #Vavara's stoicism is a fragile thing at the end of the day #as it well should be too