A Final Fantasy XIV blog. I'm addicted to making characters and shipping them with pretty NPCs. I also reblog a lot - screens, memes, art, etc. Check my pinned or about page for more info!
I also cross-post my own stuff to @dravania for my own organization and reference, but feel free to follow if you'd like!
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✧ I have a lot of characters, who get varying amounts of attention, but Ahru is XIV Blorbo #1.
✧ I love NPCs and shipping with NPCs and you will find a lot of that here.
✧ You'll find a gratuitous amount of my gposes here. I'm just here to have fun and put my blorbos in situations.
✧ I also occasionally write fic, and expel ranting word walls about my characters if prompted. Sometimes even if I'm not. Beware.
✧ I reblog a lot. It's probably 99% strictly Final Fantasy XIV, with occasional memes that I relate to XIV or characters, and very occasional world news signal boosts. Most everything else goes to my sideblogs.
Heads up: I have a dedicated AU for Alphinaud that includes major spoilers for the latter half of 7.0. I mostly tag anything with blatant spoilers accordingly, but it's highly likely for something to slip through the cracks so please take that into account if you're not current on MSQ. If you're curious about it, you can find more information here.
General:
✧ 18+ - I'm an adult and I don't shy away from adult topics or subject matter, but more than that between all of the ship-squealing and keysmashing enthusiasm, I do appreciate a degree of maturity about fictional topics and won't engage with drama.
✧ NOT spoiler-free, but I do tag the latest expansion or patch spoilers
✧ I usually have an unmarked queue going when I'm asleep.
✧ Tags in general are pretty messy, it's a 10+ y/o old blog. I'm kind of working on it, but my sideblog @dravania is a lot more organized. However if you'd like something in particular tagged, please let me know and I would be happy to do that for you!
✧ You're responsible for your browsing experience and I am mine. I am anti-censorship, and capable of differentiating fiction from reality. If you have difficulty with any of that, please curate your space accordingly.
✧ I won't tolerate racism, misogyny, TERFs, or any other queerphobia. That said, I don't believe discussions around these topics fall under the scope of "drama", and that they need to be addressed within fandom when and where they arise.
✧ Fuck Generative AI. If you ever see me reblogging anything made by genAI please give me a gentle nudge!
✧ I don't strictly follow4follow, and I don't solely follow FFXIV-only blogs either
✧ WCIF-friendly, to the best of my abilities. If you see something I'm using, feel free to ask!
Interaction:
✧ Generally speaking, I don't RP, but I do love to interact and spitball ideas/scenarios for how our characters could be connected. That said, I don't typically lean towards romantic interests. Co-WoL's/Adventurers/etc. though is all fun!
✧ I don't use Mare, but if you want my characters .chara file to pose with (SFW) feel free to ask!!
✧ If you ever want to draw any of my characters just know I will compose ballads in your honor. It will add years to my life, and I will use them all in your service.
✧ I can be slow to respond at times, but feel free to toss me an ask or hit me up in DMs for... whatever! (Not you, solicitors!)
While of course she didn’t mind helping the Night’s Blessed, sometimes it felt like they relied on her opinion a bit too much, considering the short time she has lived with them. After all, what insight could she provide a Viis leaving her home that any of the rest couldn’t, especially now when she was finally making some progress in her research.
But they insisted. So she emerged from her cave and took in what she could of the woman who stood before her. She seemed young, not that Y’shtola could really tell, and far more timid and out of place than someone who had made such a defining choice should be.
“I need to get home.”
Y’shtola had to fight a sigh. How did this kid who immediately got cold feet suddenly become her problem? “It’s a little late for that, is it not?”
“No, I’m not…I’m not from Fanow, or anywhere near here as far as I can tell. And I know it sounds crazy but I’m not even sure how I got here in the first place. The Viis have been incredibly kind and hospitable to me, but they haven’t had much contact with the outside world. They don’t have any of the answers I need, and suggested I come here to try and learn what I can before I attempt any journey further.”
Well that certainly was not what Y’shtola expected. Putting aside her comments about Fanow’s hospitality, she started with the more pertinent question, “Then where are you from?”
“Eorzea. Gridania to be more specific, or well close enough.”
The woman seemed to wait expectantly to see if there was any look of recognition at her words. And while most of the people gathered only looked on in confusion, she focused in on the shock Y’shtola could feel written all over her own face.
“Tell me you have heard those names before?”
“I have,” Y’shtola’s mind raced, but you won’t find many who do in these parts. I am from Eorzea myself, though I have spent more time in La Noscea than the Shroud.”
Y’shtola heard the woman’s sigh of relief, and could easily understand the kind of fear and confusion that has plagued her ever since her arrival on the First. Though, what she was doing here, Y’shtola didn’t have any guess.
“Come, let’s sit down and have some tea, and I will tell you what I can.” She led the woman into her quarters, shutting the door behind them with a look that she hoped portrayed that they were not to be disturbed. She motioned for the woman to take a seat as she went to prepare their tea.
“Your eyes must be extraordinary, to see so well in such darkness.”
Y’shtola cursed under her breath. The candles she had lit to keep up appearances must have burned out.
“My apologies, the Night’s Blessed hold the darkness sacred. It is easy to forget that not everyone is used to it.” She hoped the lie was convincing enough, as she quickly lit a few candles around the room.
“Can you tell me of how you came to this forest?”
“Like I said, I’m not sure. One moment I was sitting beneath a tree in the Shroud, I got a blinding headache and heard a voice call out. The next thing I knew I was here in Rak’tika, completely naked I might add.”
“I don’t know if it is any comfort, but that is the same way I came to be here.”
“Truly? Do you know what brought us here?”
Y’shtola nodded. “What do you know of the Warrior of Light?”
“The Warrior of Light?” The woman seemed to be taken aback at the sudden change of subject, “not much to be honest. I mean I’ve heard the stories, of her fighting off giant monsters single handedly, of how she defeated the Garleans in Doma and Ala Mhigo. I know she is a Roegadyn, but I’m not sure what she looks like or even what her name is.”
“If you have no connection with Robyn, what else could he want from you?”
“Robyn?”
Y’shtola blanched, realizing she had been thinking out loud. “The Warrior of Light. That’s her name: Robyn Ostornwyn.”
She could hear the other woman put her cup down heavily on the table.
“Does that name mean something to you?” When no answer was forthcoming, she reached out and took the woman’s trembling hand in hers.
“It has to be a coincidence. Robyn died over a decade ago.”
With this woman sitting here, Y’shtola knew it couldn’t be a coincidence. “She’s a tall Sea Wolf, light green skin, bright blue eyes, and black hair that she died blue years ago to match her sister’s.”
A sob caught in the other woman’s throat, and so Y’shtola continued rattling off whatever she could remember about Robyn’s past.
“She grew up off the coast in Thanalan, the daughter of a baker, and she has an adopted sister. A sister she was separated from during the calamity, but has never stopped looking for.”
The woman was fully crying now, gripping Y’shtola’s hand like a lifeline.
“A sister that, up until this moment, I had wrongly assumed was a Roegadyn like herself.”
“Robyn is alive.” It wasn’t a question, it was more like she was tasting the words in her mouth. After a few moments she perked up, “wait, are you saying Robyn is the Warrior of Light?”
Y’shtola chuckled. “Yes, yes that is what I’m saying. Is it really so hard to believe?”
“I mean, she’s my sister. I’ve seen her burn her hand on a hot oven and trip over her own two feet. But I’ve also seen her protect me with everything she has, and go out of her way to help others.”
“You’ll be happy to know that she still occasionally burns her hand on a hot oven and trips over hew own two feet. And she still fights to protect people with everything she has.” Y’shtola squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “What is your name, dear?”
“I’m Osk,” she took a steadying breath as she said her last name for the first time in over a decade, “Osk Ostornwyn.”
“Osk, I have a lot to tell you, but first know that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and reunite you with your sister.”
Today is Renoux's nameday! While I wanted to set up a birthday prompt, I just couldn't find the time to do so. But I was able to put time aside last night to try new hair and clothes for her. Here's to another year with my dandelion girl!
