More Ship Hearts? Of course!!
A little DRG³ this time. For Morale.
Trapper ( @ladyzolstice.bsky.social ), Muijh, and Estinien. ❤️💜💙
#FFXIVArt #WoLArt #WoLOC #MuijhMohEhsk #DRG3 #FFXIVEstinien #WoLShipping
another old repost, look at my gay friends :)
#ffxiv #wol #oc #wolshipping
This outfit felt like a perfect match for Lyse's so I was inspired. #lizarmods #EorzeaPhotos #ffxivgpose #elezen #wolshipping #gizamalukesgpose
New update! Sorry, I know it’s been a while, so I added a few extra chapters. There’s some delicious tension brewing 🙂↕️ please enjoy.
#wolshipping #wolcred #wolmeric #DriochetteVelois
archiveofourown.org/works/691387...
Uaruru Uaru wearing a princess dress being carried by Papalymo dressed in a suit of knight's armor.
What Uaruru's dreams are like
#wolshipping
a keychain photo frame with a picture of a very angry Asahi Brutus from critically acclaimed mmo final fantasy 14 in it. it is decorated with hearts and other cute bits, and the keychain part is a pink ribbon with candy hearts that say "love" on them in a repeating pattern.
finished my picture frame keychain! now when I miss him I can just look at it and smile
#ffxiv #xiv #finalfantasyxiv #stormblood #asahisasbrutus #wolshipping
WWE Monday Night Raw Card: Estinien Varlineau vs Hien Rijin
#wolshipping
Did I get anything done for WolStinien week?
Nope.
Did I manage to do a Dragoon Trio gpose and never post it the day after? Yes absolutely of course I did.
Trapper is @ladyzolstice.bsky.social 's Lad, of course.
#Gpose || #WoLShipping || #MuijStinien || #Muipper || #DRGTrio || #MuijhMohEhsk
Two people with cat ears and cat tails stand in a idyllic countryside full of flowers, with buildings blurred in the distance. The two are a man and woman, with the man dressed in dark colors and the woman dressed in purple. They're holding on to each other and looking at each other.
The cover of a romance novel titled "A Daring Pursuit", written by Kate Bateman. The title further indicates that it's part of a series known as "the ruthless rivals", and the tagline below the book name reads "Sleeping with the enemy has never been so much fun..." The cover art depicts two people standing in a idyllic countryside full of flowers, with buildings blurred in the distance. The two are a man and woman, with the man dressed in dark colors and the woman dressed in a dark rosy pink. They're holding on to each other and looking at each other.
#wolshipping You know what. It IS fun to pose your wolship like the cover of a book you quite enjoy.
Pazra was no stranger to making love. She'd pinned Foulques down in a cave, pawing and desperate, and enticed him to just try and do whatever he wanted with her. The woods had felt like they were hers and hers alone, and she just wanted to *feel* so gosdamned badly that she didn't care about the noises she made. She'd been unrepentantly loud, and so consumed with her own pleasure that the blood rushing to her ears drowned out any noise Foulques might have made. Then, he died. She saw the fear in his face before he fell over. Had he also been afraid, that night? She didn't know--and maybe if she'd listened, she would have. And just maybe, he wouldn't have died. So the next time, Pazra listened. She was quiet when Raha caressed her like precious glass. She held her breath when he kissed her, and made an effort to hear every sound he made. It was only after listening for a time that she'd feel confident enough that he wasn't afraid--and that he was *alive*--that she'd allow herself to be vocal in her pleasure. She thought after their first time, she'd be able to get over that fear--but every single time they lay together, Pazra couldn't help but listen for his heartbeat just to reassure herself that it wasn't a dream. The first time they made love after her final battle with Meteion, she broke into sobs. She couldn't even hear her own breathing over her tears, and nearly had a panic attack. Raha immediately realized something was wrong; he stopped, and murmured reassurances into her ears while holding her in his arms until she calmed down. It only compounded her guilt. Why couldn't she be *normal*? Why couldn't she and Raha go back to the way things were before he died right in front of her for the second time? She should be feeling happy, feeling proud that she'd saved everyone yet again. Instead, she was mewling like a lost kitten. She kissed him, desperate to fix this and to let Raha know that she'd do better.
They worked on it together, slowly. He'd hold her hand and kiss her, and she'd count down from three and take a deep breath before giving him one back. They tried other public displays of affection to reestablish routine, and months later, when they reunited in Tural, they finally had sex again. Pazra had hope that their relationship was on the right track. Then, she saw Living Memory. The home of the Endless. Ghosts. Manufactured ghosts, constructed from the memories of *other people*. A twisted ideal of immortality, where memories of the dead were puppeted around and lived out dreams their lived counterparts had forgotten they had. Another unsustainable paradise that demanded the sacrifice of the living to perpetuate a doomed immortality. She wondered what Venat would have said about the people of Alexandria. Then, Raha said something in their gondola ride that shook her to the core. He wondered if he would have, in another version of history, made the same mistake as the Alexandrians and made a paradise of the dead. And it occurred to Pazra: what if she already had? A chill seeped into her bones. She *did* have the power. Fray and Myste were parts of her that manifested forms that resembled others. And Myste had literally *attempted* to recreate the dead with the aether he'd stolen from slain wildlife--much like Sphene wanted to slay countless to perpetuate the Endless. Fray and Myste were never real, never *really* anything other than extensions of herself--summoned from the job stone that she plucked off the *real* Fray's dead body. The sound of her own heartbeat thudded in her ears. *Summoned*. Just like how the Azem stone could summon allies to her side. Just like how she'd used it to revive her friends in Ultima Thule. But had she, really?
She looked at Raha then, inspecting him. Was it really him? Or just how she remembered him? She tried to dispel the thought from her mind as she powered down each of the Endless terminals, but she couldn't. When Sphene was defeated and the dust settled, everyone cheered--and Pazra did her best to smile and pretend that she was nothing but happy at another trial conquered. The next time she and Raha lay together, she was completely silent. She tried to push past the haze of doubt, but the thought that *what if Raha isn't real* made her go cold, and then completely numb. It was only when she heard Raha's panicked voice pierce through her haze that she'd realized she'd fallen unconscious. He carried her to the chirugeon himself, and she didn't have the energy to protest. She lay in bed, unresponsive, while Krile, Y'shtola and Urianger all fussed over her in turn. Their voices floated in and out, sometimes in the familiar tone of scholarly detachment and others in the likewise familiar concern. Maybe it was her fault they couldn't seem to figure out what was wrong with her. Y'shtola and Urianger were also unmade by Meteion; perhaps they, too, were only as smart as she was capable of making them. She felt nauseous at the thought. Krile's trembling voice pierced through Pazra's fog. *Krile.* A feverish thought gripped her. Krile wasn't there at Ultima Thule--and she *was* there with her and Raha the whole time in Living Memory. If anyone could solve this, she could. She summoned her strength, and made her move; she asked Urianger if he could please let Thancred know that she was alright, and Y'shtola if the twins had been apprised. The two left, and Pazra reached out and grabbed Krile's hand.
She quietly asked, *Are they real?*, which took Krile by surprise. But Krile was not only smart--she possessed the Echo. It didn't take long for her to comprehend what Pazra was asking. She promised to examine all their friends' souls and verify their integrity for Pazra--just as the rest of the Scions came into the room. Amidst everyone's questions, Pazra saw Krile take a steady sweep around the room. Krile turned back to Pazra, and nodded. It was all the confirmation she needed. Looking back on it, Pazra felt embarrassed. It was silly, wasn't it? Worrying that she had accidentally made strange, perverse copies of her friends from her memories, instead of returning them from oblivion. How silly! Perhaps she'd let her ego get to her head. How silly, indeed. A proper hero would have never believed such a thing. A real hero would have never let them die in the first place. Pazra had started avoiding G'raha ever since. Touching him felt wrong, as if just fixing his scarf was doing some irreparable harm to him. She could tell him she loved him, because it was still true--but she could never touch him again.
Too Bad you're going to get it Anyways #wolshipping
yoink
#wolshipping #selketag
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac, Them Changes - Thundercat, Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen, Hellbent (feat. Snowblood) - Mystery Skulls, Smells Blood - Kensuke Ushio, Break Me Shake Me - Savage Garden, Evil - Interpol, Red Flags (feat. Montaigne) - Tom Cardy, Howl - Florence + The Machine, Sacrilege - Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Masochism Tango - Tom Lehrer, Pretty When You Cry - Vast, Serotonia - Highly Suspect, Take Me to Church - Hozier, Russian Roulette - Rihanna, ...Baby One More Time - Britney Spears
have i ever posted my selkezenos playlist here bc im weirdly proud of it
obviously the Lizard Derangement has set deep into me at this point in time but i still have a lot of very strong feelings about this ship that ends in murder
#selketag #wolshipping
Gee Warrior of Light, how come they let you have SO many people into you-
#art #fanart #ffxiv #ff14 #warrioroflight #wolshipping
a four-panel comic featuring characters from Final Fantasy Fourteen. The first panel, a man with white hair and a heavy white jacket named Thancred says, "This guy will never get laid". The panel next to him features a dark-skinned catboy with green hair, glasses, and a tidy, stuffy appearance, leaning against a bookshelf. The third panel, Thancred is looking shocked, with the text "!?" next to him. The fourth panel, the same catboy from before is embracing a tattooed catgirl with orange hair, who's wearing a large ornamental wreath and a purple blouse loosely tied.. She looks quite happy to be in the green-haired man's arms.
I am not immune to Green Catboy #wolshipping
A two panel comic. The first panel text reads "Blessed to be a sexy milf cat lady", and a rough drawing of a woman with shoulder length hair and cat ears is posing in a swimsuit. The second panel text reads "Cursed to list after every iteration of Hildibrand", and a woman is on her hands and knees screaming "Aaaaa stop being so fuckable!!!!" While three men in different strange poses surround her.
I'll get X'aoirse through Dawntrail someday. It's her destiny. #wolshipping
See a hug, post a hug!
This is older and I have been meaning to redraw it to fit better with the scene in mind.
However. Iykyk ;3
#FFXIV | #FFXIVArt | #WoLArt | #WoLShipping | #WoLStinien | #MuijhMohEhsk
Koana trying and failing to find Wuk Lamat so he goes to Kisunya's cabin to recruit her for the search, only to find her and Wuk Lamat cuddling on the couch together #wolshipping
testimonials
#selketag #wolshipping
Draws women kissing to try to trick myself out of an art block.
#FFXIVart | #WoLArt | #WoLShipping | #WoLZero | #MuijhMohEhsk
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