#ffxi oc

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Go ahead, make her day

[ft. @sparrowsong-7's Edette]

[kampflesben]

Tumblr pls dont flag this i promise its wholesome yuri of the same girl in different games <3 character credit goes to joany. Jingle is a mainstay OC who she remade in ffxiv, but now shes ffxi and the name jingle was taken. so now jinglet exists too.

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[ft. @sparrowsong-7's ff11 character Edette] (And my ff11 character Amitola)

(pt. 2/2) [prev]

[kisaell]

After like 8~9 hours of prep, I am finally able to reach and battle a big ol’ doggo so I can tame it as a mount~

I am getting Anne a Fenrir companion even if it kills me

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In brighter news, I’m playing FFXI again and Anna has already obtained a rideable Raptor companion... I should draw them together

(The raptor is called Rosie)

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The thick leather-bound tome landed on the wooden table with a loud thump; Anne's yellow eyes locked into the scrawled handwriting along the spine, her handwriting.

“What this?” Ali leaned over from her chair and picked up the book, examining it, “Some journal from that mage we... Defeated?” The Knight opened it and flicked across a few pages, muttering some of the written words under her breath.

Ali stopped after a short time and her face paled, “This is yours...” She put the book back, still open; the page had neat scrawl on one half and a sketch, identical to Anne's sketches on the other. Anne nodded, “It's from before 'she' became 'me'...” The Mage looked at her best friend, the two shared the same expression, fear.

“Are you gonna read it?” Ali asked, standing and walking over to her friend, she placed a hand on Anne's back, offering what little support she could.

“I don't know... That's not who I am anymore. What if I don't like the old Anne? What if I was a horrible criminal and this was my punishment?” Anne pinched the bridge of her nose, “Look at the last few pages for me. Tell me if 'she' said anything about becoming what I am. Please...”

Without another word, Ali returned to her seat and found the last few written pages; her eyes scanned the parchment, expression unreadable. The Knight gave a slow nod and then a deep breath.

'This is it. Yasfel has offered me my final choice. Do I truly wish for this power? Yes. What I am now is limited and quite frankly I've reached it; unless I devote myself to either the path of black or path of white... Neither is for me. I wish to harm and heal. I don't want to leave myself open to such betrayal again.

I'm going to take this offer. He said that something precious must be lost as a price. So long as I remain myself, no cost is too great.'

The leather on Anne's gloves creaked as she slowly unfurled her fists, “So long as I remain myself, huh... Wow...” She staggered on her feet, kneeling down to rest against the table, “I suppose I should read the rest. Path of Black? Path of White? Betrayal? Sounds like 'she' had a lot going on.”

Ali gave a sympathetic look, “Hey Anne? Y'know, even if you're not 'her' or even if you are 'her'... I'll still be your friend. You know that, right?” The Knight smiled and put the book back on the table, “I'm sure your princess will still love you all the same too.”

Anne allowed the rest of her weight to hit the table, “Not funny, Ali... Princess Arciela doesn't love me, not.... not like that.” She reached over a hand and grabbed the book, “Still, even if she did... I hope she knows that just reading about who this,” She tapped the cover of the book, “was won't change me. Just because we look alike and we used to be the same... Something tells me that I could read all about 'her' and it would do nothing to me.” She gave a weak laugh and sat up, “Becoming this took everything... She's gone, forever.”

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sneak-peak~

… “Alas my life cut short...” The injured woman moaned dramatically in Anne's arms, giving a weak cough she looked up to the mage, “And here is my angel, come to take me away.”

Anne's mind blanked for a moment, she blinked a few times; her words catching in her throat. She managed to stammer out a response, “Y-You are bleeding out and... F-Flirting with me?” Anne shook her head lightly and returned focus to healing this stranger.

“You have terrible bed-side manners...” The injured woman gave a pained grin and forced a wink to the mage. “I am going to drop you...” Anne let out a stressed sigh, “...If you keep that up. Now, please be silent. I must concentrate to heal you.”

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Potential - pt 2

Arciela bolted awake, cold sweat poring from her hot clammy skin. She was alone, she was in bed... She was safe? Anne's voice pierced the silence and the Princess jumped out of her bed as fast as she could. She only stopped when she reached the door because she heard... Laughter.

“... I swear Ali, your stories get more ridiculous every time I hear them.”

Arciela opened the door a crack and looked out into the next room; Anne and Ali were sat in front of the fire, mugs of ale in hand... Laughing and joking. The Princess let her head press again the door and a few tears fell, Anne was alive and safe... Everything was fine.

She turned to return to bed but stopped. Her heart disquiet. Arciela looked back to the door and took in a deep breath, it wasn't enough to spy a glimmer of red hair and hear a sliver of her voice; she needed to know Anne was okay, and with another deep breath, she opened the door.

“Princess?” Anne leaned over her chair and looked towards the opening door, giving a gentle smile, “Were we too loud, my lady? Forgive me, ale goes right to.. my...” Anne's voice trailed off as she stood up slowly, her smile vanishing.

Arciela brought a hand to her cheek, she was still crying. She looked back to Anne and lost all composure; she was about to fall to her knees when she felt a body against hers. Anne had dashed over and held her in a firm but comforting embrace, “Arciela... Did something happen?”

“You... You're okay...” Arciela managed to speak between gasps of air, lifting her arms to pull the mage into a tighter embrace. Anne stammered and gave up on words, letting the princess relieve her sorrows against her.

“... I'm fine.” Anne pulled away a little, so she could make eye contact with Arciela, “Look at me. I'm okay. I'm alive... I'm well. A little drunk but otherwise in good health.” Anne shook her head, “It was a dream. All is well.”

Their embraced ended, Arciela lingering close to the mage still. Anne gave a small shrug towards Ali, who had spent the entire moment with the biggest smirk on her face; the mage scowled at her companion but her expression softened as she looked back to the princess, “You should go back to bed. Try and get some more sleep.”

The princess grabbed Anne's hand and tugged on her, “... Come with me...” She asked. The mage's face flushed blue and her throat drying in an instant, she opened and closed her mouth a few times unable to speak. “Please...” Arciela's grip tightened.

Anne looked back to Ali who was now hiding her grin behind pretending to take a drink and the mage was at a loss. “Okay...” Anne followed as the princess lead her back to the room.

Ali released the laugh she had been holding in, “About damn time...” She muttered, leaning over the table to grab Anne's discarded drink; she swirled the mug and took a swig, grimacing at the taste but finished it regardless.