Final Fantasy XI

Final Fantasy XI is the eleventh numbered installment in the… Okay, you know what it is, I’m just going to tell you about one of the storylines!

During the Wings of the Goddess expansion, adventurers will be sent back in time to experience the events of the Crystal War, a cataclysmic event that is the foundation for conflicts of the modern-day timeline. Should an adventurer choose to serve the Kingdom of San d’Oria, they will be immersed in the story of the Young Griffons—a group of children who would see themselves knights, many of whom grow into prominent characters later in life.

Among the Young Griffons, the player will find Bistillot, a shy boy who doesn’t like to be seen. With his penchant for engineering, shy demeanor, and lack of combat potential, Bistillot prefers to spend his time inside of an orcish war machine that he was able to repair to working condition.

He is often seen before he is heard, with his signature phrase, “HAAAALLOOOOOOOOO” being used to hail the adventurer. Through the course of the story, Bistillot finds his way, even contributing to the war effort with his engineering skills.

However, when another member of the Young Griffons is kidnapped and taken to the present day, the adventurer must return to the present day and reunite with the Young Griffons’ present selves! The adventurer’s first contact in the present day is Bistillot. When the adventurer hears the signature “HAAAALLOOOOOOO,” Bistillot approaches the player, but what the player sees is… a woman?? She introduces herself as Bostilette, a “friend of Bistillot.”

After the rescue mission, Bostilette comes clean. She is, of course, the very same Bistillot who was a little boy twenty years earlier. She explains that she was very sick as a baby, so her parents gave her a boy’s name so that she would be stronger and survive the illness. Once she overcame the illness, she was comfortable to reclaim her name and gender. Well, that closes the book on that story, except… I’ve decided that’s bullshit!

I have unilaterally decided that Bostilette is trans, the sickness she had was dysphoria, she stayed in the orcish war machine because she was an egg, and I hope you all agree!

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  • ashinadash [she/her]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    25 days ago

    My brain has been extremely active lately, and so I waa thinking about the famous webnovel. No I have not read more, but months ago I made a big noise about a certain scene but did not reproduce it enough. Forgive me, I was not in the meow zone. Now that I am:

    The scene of all time, from Unjust Depths 5.2 The Queen

    Carmilla sat on the couch, and patted her hand at her side, urging Victoria to join her.

    Smiling, Victoria took her place beside the Duchess. It was rare that she felt so comfortable.

    She relaxed against the back of the couch and let her body lean against Carmilla’s side, feeling her warmth through her tight clothes. Victoria felt the Duchess’ hand settle on her shoulder first, and then glide up the nape of her neck, behind the back of her head, up to the base of her fluffy brown cat ears.

    Victoria’s tail swayed contentedly as Carmilla’s fingers traced the firm cartilage.

    Her fingers were so slender, so soft, brushing over the ear flap from the base to the tip.

    Victoria’s whole body stirred as the duchess stroked her so gently.

    She closed her eyes. From her chest, she let out a soft purr.

    “How is this?” Carmilla asked.

    A trimmed fingernail scraped where her ears met her head, delivering a rough sensation.

    At first teasingly, but then with a firm and continuous rhythm.

    Victoria’s hands kneaded on the couch. Her hips trembled. Tiny, almost surprised gasps escaped the Shimii’s lips. Carmilla teased her ears in the exact way that drove her mad.

    First a scratch, then a firm rub from the fingertip, bending the ear; draw back for another scratch; repeat. Faster, building up heat each time. Victoria pressed her body against Carmilla’s, moaning gently.

    “That’s what I love to see. My precious Varisha, in the glow of happiness.”

    Hearing the Duchess’ voice cooing her secret name while scratching her ears, while feeling the warmth of her body and the firmness of her grip. It sent a thrill through Victoria’s chest and down her body.

    “Call me by my special name, Varisha.”

    In the midst of her passion, Victoria murmured it. “Mishagh–”

    She felt Carmilla’s finger moving faster. “Beautiful. Such a good girl.”

    Victoria’s tail shot straight up, quivering. She started to bow her head under the intensity of that touch.

    The Duchess’ finger slid down Victoria’s ears a final time before lifting off of her head.

    Victoria’s eyes drew wide with surprise. Carmilla took her by the waist, pulling her close.

    “You’ll get more scritches soon. In the royal bed, next time.” She said, winking.

    Carmilla’s finger traveled down Victoria’s cheek.

    She lifted the Shimii’s chin and bent down to kiss her. Gentle, brief, but reassuring.

    As their lips parted, Victoria’s head felt airy with contentedness.

    “Soon.” Victoria cooed. She was letting herself be vulnerable. Letting herself savor it.

    I would greatly prefer if Unjust Depths had more of this. Or, maybe if all of it was this. Perhaps there is related fanfic I should be reading, but my gay fiction is alarmingly lacking in meowing, I find.