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Jaeger: Ali! This lemon cake is delicious! Here, try a bite. Alisaie: ...Are you going to hand me the fork? Jaeger: No, no, let me feed you, it'll be cute. Alisaie: ...In front of everyone here?? Jaeger: Pleeeeeaaase? Alisaie: *sigh* Fine... Alisaie and Jaeger are standing in the Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre in front of a giant red and white cake with hearts all over it. They are wearing the cozy Valentione cardigans--Alisaie in Dalamud red, Jaeger in ink blue. Jaeger is holding a plate with a slice of lemon cake on it in his left hand, and a fork in his right. He's looking at Alisaie excitedly, who is looking up at him with a bit of surprise, her arms behind her back.

Same scene as before, except now Jaeger is feeding Alisaie a bite of cake. Hearts bubble off of the happy Hrothgar who is grinning like an idiot, showing the viewer how cute he finds their interaction. Alisaie is blushing and looking off to the side in mild embarrassment as she eats a bite off of Jaeger's fork. As shy about it as she is, she does find the interaction endearing.

Happy Valentione's Day!

Alisaie has gotten used to displays of PDA and isn't as shy about them as she once was, but something about being fed cake in public has her a little embarrassed. Her dumb, himbo boyfriend just thinks she's cute.

#Wolisaie | #Jaelisaie | #Valentione'sDay

the postmoogle's assistant's reward

#wolisaie 💚❤️

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵

ffxiv · Alphinaud, Alisae · アルフィノ, アリゼー

Tarot Art Card series #ffxivart

Selenia is feeding Alphinaud some rolanberry cake. They are in front of a giant cake.

"Open wide, Alphi!"
"You're sharing? My, a Valentione's miracle!"

Happy Valentione's Day from the QPR!

#wolphinaud #AlphiLeni

But also I got this by wawatiku on skeb 🥹🥹🥹 it is… so beauty… #moofycms

I’m being wrung like a dishrag by work rn and I forgot to put my valentione’s screenshots on my phone… it’s fine…

Yonah resting on the couch, Alphinaud is stroking her hair while reading

WoLphinaud Week: Day Five (Speak/𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚)

There's people that talk about tension in silence,

But some argue there can also be a comfort to it.

They experience the latter.

Being near each other, enjoying their own tasks or even rest.

It's enough.

#gpose #gposers #Alphinah #Wolphinaudweek2025

The dusk had cast a palette of flame and mystery on the western face of Sohm Al. The scarlet and crimson of fading sunlight met with the haunting blue of the mountain's rich crystals, producing a scene that held Ahzuvi's attention captive—oblivious to Alphinaud's approach. The empty patch of grass beside her welcomed him, enticed him even. There was little question why he opted to share her company rather than sit through another argument on Ishgardian history; on any other journey, he would be elated to take part in such a debate. Clarifying a contentious history, and bringing about lasting peace after a millenia of war? If he wasn't so lost in his own mind, he would recognize the reason for the distraction for what it was. She was no longer 'his' warrior of light, who spent her waking moments fulfilling whatever plan he had come up with. She was now his closest friend, who had revealed to him a brilliant mind, gentle disposition, and a contagious sense of wonder about the world. But after their encounter with the primal Ravana, after Estinien rightfully chided him for putting Ahzuvi at risk /again/, something new gnawed at his chest with relentless persistence. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he sought to express that still-nameless feeling somehow. "Mind if I sit with you?" "You may." Her response was one of warmth that put the spectacle of the sunset to shame. "I found something for you-" he announced boldly, forgetting every practiced dialouge he spent the day working on in his haste to hand his gift over. In his hand was a piece of crystal, and watched as her eyes fixated on it with a tangible curiosity. He could hear his heartbeat in his ear as he watched her hand reach up to his, fingers brushing his palm as she examined the stone. "...dravanian opal..." Her breath caught, her voice low enough it was only for him—at least, he would like to think of it that way.

"You recognize it?" He picked it up from the mountainside some bells earlier, wanting to give her something to add to her collection of odd trinkets. He had no idea what it actually /was/, but now he was thanking each of the Twelve individually for the luck. "I do. It's a very beautiful sort of precious stone only found in Abalathian highlands..." It was endearing the way her fingers lingered on the stone, and he knew she was resisting picking it up entirely—she frequently needed explicit permission before accepting anything for herself. He nudged the rock into her hand, watching her eyes light up in awe. "Oh, it even has a flame!" She tilted the stone with a very precise angle so he could see, and sure enough the pale greens and blues flared with flecks of orange. "A beautiful one at that." "A flame?" His question was genuine, but more than anything he was just eager to hear her speak. Another charming development he'd discovered since the two had spent more time together was her passion for storytelling—something he had unintentionally overshadowed through his compulsive conversationalist habits. He once admitted a childish dream of his to one day visit Ishgard and see its faerie tale grandeur. She returned the favor by sharing her own childish dreams of chasing the sunset across the world, seeing all that Hydaelyn had to bear. "Some say these opals form when a dragon's flame melts the earth, and is recaptured within their tears." Ahzuvi glanced cautiously in the direction of Estinien and Ysayle, resuming only when she was satisfied they weren't close enough to overhear. "Or sometimes it's their blood, depending on who you ask..." "Were you to answer, which would you say?" "...Where I'm from, I learned the former. In truth, its formation is something much more mundane, but I still liked to believe the stories." "Correct me if I'm wrong—you're from Coerthas, but…I’ve noticed you don’t seem to harbor the same abhorrence of the dragons...?"

He had been resisting the question, especially in the presence of their Ishgardian hosts. He wanted to sate his curiosity, and he wanted to know more about /her/, but he knew that anything related to her past was likely to be answered in vague terms. So he was surprised that she hesitated, and checked again to confirm their bickering companions weren’t nearby. It was the same defensiveness that he’d grown accustomed to—a guarded distance she had put up between herself and the world, but watched as it melted away when she returned her focus on him. “Not all of Coerthas faces the same ire of the dragons. Where I’m from, they were more of a fear than a foe. A lot of older towns still stood from before the war even began, older generations passing down different tales. Books that survived in family collections…” As the last of dusk’s light faded, Ahzuvi’s story had shifted to retellings of the verdant greens of a pre-Calamity Coerthas. Alphinaud was taken aback by how fondly she spoke of it—she painted a depiction of adventure worthy of the finest bardsongs, something she sounded even wistful for, enough that he was left wondering why she would be so averse to it. … She didn’t notice when exactly he fell asleep. The weight against her shoulder had been there for at least a full bell, but he was awake enough to be responding for a time. Realizing this, she settled again and fell back into silence, turning the opal over in her palm and examining every facet of its color. When armored footsteps approached, she looked up with mild irritation—even if he hadn’t been testing her patience today already, Estinien was an unwelcome visitor at this late hour. “At least our little lordling is sleeping, now.” Ahzuvi’s flat glare was cut off before she could respond, his tone softer this time. “But you should as well. I’m taking watch now. /You/ need rest.” “Didn’t realize I had a curfew.” “You do when you spend most of the day covered in toxic pollen and ochu acid.”

She held no reservations arguing with the Azure Dragoon, but she didn’t have the energy or interest to bother this late at night. Nor did she want to wake Alphinaud. Ahzuvi accepted the defeat this time, and waited until Estinien had left before trying to settle in for the night. She easily could have carried Alphinaud back to their makeshift camp, but he seemed comfortable enough that she would feel bad moving him. The cold was another story. They didn’t keep a fire this night so as not to alert the resident dragons to their presence. As she was just starting to doze off while leaning back against him, she noticed the slightest tremors in his breath. His body followed moments later. Without hesitation, she risked waking him in an attempt to reposition—moving him to lay across her lap, giving herself room to lie down and curl her body just enough to guard his vitals from the frigid air. While not a roaring campfire, her body was always uncommonly warm even in the most bitter of snows. The shivering dwindled, and his body no longer tensed to conserve heat. Satisfied, she allowed herself a short nap. Long enough she wouldn’t have to hear from Estinien again. … Dawn illuminated the thick mist that curtained over the mountainside, and Alphinaud stirred when it became too bright to ignore. He froze when his eyes opened to Ahzuvi’s sleeping face only ilms away from him. The rest of his senses caught up, and he was keenly aware of how close they both were. She must have fallen asleep at some point…/he/ must have fallen asleep at some point, and that was embarrassing enough his face burned under a tinge of pink. More importantly than his wandering thoughts to their proximity, though, was noticing that her head was resting against solid, cold stone. Without second thought, he reached his arm out and carefully worked his hand to serve as a makeshift pillow for her. She didn’t wake, and he returned to slumber with the quietest sigh of relief. Of adoration.

Day 6 and 7 - Dusk/Guarded/Dawn/Bare

'Despite the grave circumstances that put us on this journey, moments like this will be writ into my memory as some of the happiest I've ever known.'

(Longer form in the alt text)

#wolphinaudweek2025

a screenshot from Ao3 title: soft wars and limitless wonder author: minicactpot summary: a collection of ficlets from wolphinaud week 2025

a little late but for ease of access, feel free to click here to see all of my #wolphinaudweek2025 ficlets by clicking HERE!

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GOD... i wish... but they absolutely don't want that to happen any time soon if ever 😔

Two figures are pictured. A young half-Hyur Midlander, half-Elezen woman, Nyx Tinuviel, and a young Elezen man, Alphinaud Leveilleur. The two are standing side by side, both talking with smiles on their faces as they yap away.

#WolphinaudWeek - 12/11 - ( Speak ) / Silence

The yapper and the yapper

|| #NyxTinuviel #Nyxnaud ||
|| #WolphinaudWeek2025 ||

Two figures are pictured. A young half-Hyur Midlander, half-Elezen woman, Nyx Tinuviel, and a young Elezen man, Alphinaud Leveilleur. The two are walking away from one another. Though the hours are split. Alphinaud walks in the dawn half as Nyx walks in the dusk half. Representing the two are opposites.

#WolphinaudWeek - 12/12 - ( Dawn ) / ( Dusk )

|| #NyxTinuviel #Nyxnaud ||
|| #WolphinaudWeek2025 ||

Three figures are pictured. A young half-Hyur Midlander, half-Elezen woman, Nyx Tinuviel, a young Elezen man, Alphinaud Leveilleur, and a hooded figure. Nyx and Alphinaud are standing back to back. Nyx has her axe drawn, blocking the attack from the mysterious figure. Alphinaud is turning back to look at Nyx guarding him.

#WolphinaudWeek - 12/13 - ( Guarded ) / Bare

|| #NyxTinuviel #Nyxnaud ||
|| #WolphinaudWeek2025 ||

"Guards & Wards"
Alphinaud/WoL (OC
Angst | Alternate Universe (FFX)|
#WolphinaudWeek2025 - Day 7 - Guarded

After becoming separated from his guardians in Luca, Misha has an encounter with a young man who asks to accompany them on his pilgrimage.

#ffxivfic | #ffxau | #spellblade

#wolphinaudweek2025 Day 7 Bare

To be able to peer into the deepest parts that you've hidden from the world has only made my growing affections for you stronger.

#wolphinaud #Ophinaud #SharlayanSongbird #Songbird'sLore

NGL i nearly passed out on my friends at fanfest when i saw the duty support... the handrails...

ME TOO... i get the feeling the twins are disappearing for a while after this next patch 🥲

AUGHHH

(actually the first pic in this one still makes me a little crazy)

i feel nostalgic actually so iirc these screenshots were from a live letter (?) i went absolutely insane for back in the day... i think it was voiced too but i cannot remember at all AKLSKLASKLA i think I'll leave it here for bookmarking later... it was before shb so we were all speculating so hard

i receive approximately 1 crumb of alphwol per expansion... its fine

#wolphinaudweek2025 Day 7: Guarded/Bare
Even after they got a little closer after hw, it still took until the first until 🍓 was really comfortable around him. In my mind I like to think he was super worried about her with the light poisoning...

Wolphinaud Week 2025 Day 7: Guarded/Bare

Their first true meeting, and unfortunately Saran was much too guarded to hear the heart of what Alphinaud was trying to convey. They shared the same distaste for the companies, but Saran held far too much ire in addition.

#wolphinaudweek2025 #wolphinaud

A view of Haurchefant's grave, with Alphinaud and Yonah sitting in front of it

A view of the somber couple mourning a beloved ally and irreplacable friend

A dance in Sharlayan, Alphinaud has dipped Yonah, she's still in the air

And a close up of their faces, they're both smiling and blushing

WoLphinaud Week: Day One (𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧/𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩)

"Remembering loved ones long since passed..."

"...while never forgetting to love each other."

#gpose #gposers #Alphinah #Wolphinaudweek2025

Three figures are pictured. A young half-Hyur Midlander, half-Elezen woman, Nyx Tinuviel, a young Hyur Highlander man, Arenvald Lentinus, and a young Elezen man, Alphinaud Leveilleur. Nyx stands back with her hand against her chest as she stares at Arenald and Alphinaud with her lips parted. Arenvald is in-between them walking forward and looking down at Alphinaud in front of them. Alphinaud is side walking looking up at Arenvald with a smile.

#WolphinaudWeek - 12/10 - Freedom / ( Restriction )

Her heart yearns for both of them...who could she possibly choose? (Spoiler!! She can indeed pick both!!!)

|| #NyxTinuviel #Nyxarenaud ||
|| #WolphinaudWeek2025 ||

i actually did have dusk/dawn ready today but alph's arm is so messed up in both of them but i don't want to retake them so... rah...

"More Breathtaking by Far"
Alphinaud/WoL (OC)
Established Relationship | Fluff | Alphinaud POV
#WolphinaudWeek2025 - Day 6 - Dawn

Alphinaud wakes one morning in Tural and is surprised to find O'hmisha still fast asleep.

#ffxivfic | #spellblade