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hey look, not even a couple days later and I see this.

What is wrong with people? Don't comment shit like that under an artist's work....

Y'know what, that post abt female chars got me thinking. I feel like there *are* some char tropes that get hated on more when its a dude. I'm thinking, if Asahi was a girl, there'd be much less "pathetic simp" and "I want to beat him to a pulp" going around and more "she's so yandere that's cute" and "she loves himmm, idm her gaslighting me"

... Or am I completely off the mark? I genuinely don't know bc I'm v gender blind with these topics

#rambling

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A friend shared a pic made on this picrew and I had to stop working to sketch this using the same pose (please check the picrew below, it's amazing! picrew.me/en/image_mak...) If I ever decide to write a FF14 fanfic, it will be about all the times Hyth has stolen kisses from Hades

#soft!!! #i love themmm #ffxiv

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I dont have a pinned post here, im so dumb. how else are ppl gonna follow up on my deranged fics, hcs and verses... will put together one in a bit

#rambling

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#cant make me choose between waves and raindrops on a tiled roof

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emet-Selch/G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, past Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus/Original Character, hints of pre-relationship emetwol Characters: Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV), G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Missing Scene, Patch 5.0: Shadowbringers (Final Fantasy XIV), Amaurot (Final Fantasy XIV), Established Relationship, Break Up, kinda., Mentioned named Warrior of Light, POV Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV), i used CTNW because the end implies character death, but like for our purposes he’s not ACTUALLY DEAD, but it does. feel like that’s what’s happening lol, No Beta We Die Like Ascians, it’s a mental breakdown [offkey kazoo] Series: Part 7 of your boldness stands alone among the wreck Summary:

Emet-Selch takes a long breath in and lets it out, clenching one hand into a fist at his side, eyes fixed on the distant lights of the Capitol. “It is,” he agrees. “That shining city beneath the sea, which I once bade you seek out in the event of my defeat. Your precious heroes ought to be arriving sometime in the next few days, by which point I will have the answers I seek from you.”

An interrogation. Once upon a time, that was all their meetings were, was it not? Ah, how much simpler everything is when one is merely an enemy. - Emet-Selch kidnaps the Crystal Exarch to the city beneath the Tempest. No one gets what they want.

#friend's fics #man you guys didnt have to do this to me #ffxiv

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neath dark waters

#oh i thought it was a screenshot... #ffxiv

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a brief respite

#ffxiv

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back in the days of PARADISE the cumshot videos were much better. we were shooting ropes your tiny sundered mind could never even dream of.

#will rt every time i see this skdjfbsdf #ffxiv

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my husband and i do some wild ass roleplays

#he L P.... #did emet rec garfield bc its... a cat movie... i must know #ffxiv

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#their own pocket dimension! #have fun

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             ❝ Back when the world was whole, we had family, friends, loves… Men knew peace and contentment, and with our adamant souls, we could live for an age. There was no conflict born of want or disparity. Our differences paled into insignificance beside all we had in common. ❞

#gwampa #ffxiv

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am i.....writing more emet-selch angst again? maybe.

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The air in this pocket Emet-Selch has created to host Amaurot’s reconstruction is humid and smells of salt. He has grown used to it over the years - after all, he has spent much of his time since he built the city within its confines, whether pacing its streets or sleeping away the hours until his next distraction or duty - but it is not what he would consider, by any definition of the word, soothing. Even though he can navigate these blocks with his eyes closed; even though the Light is distant and as near to comfortable as it can be, in this drowning shard.

(It was comfortable when he wandered the Crystarium after its Lightwarden had been banished and the stars spread across the sky once again. It was comfortable in the Exarch’s personal quarters, tangled in the sheets with his body a warm weight across Emet-Selch’s chest, regardless of how heavy the crystal pieces were. It was comfortable - and it went directly against his duty, a foolish decision he had known would only make this worse when the time came for their final moves. And yet he had not been able to stop himself, vaunted self-control or no.)

The Warriors - of Light, of Darkness - will come. They had killed Vauthry after wading their way through many of his forces, the Light from each vanquished eater clinging to their straining souls. Lelesu had attempted to absorb Vauthry’s aether and had begun to shatter for it; Corrain, in his panic, had tried to take some of the aether from her and had also lost control. And Emet-Selch had watched it all happen from a vantage point above, a knife twisting in his chest again and again.

All he had asked - all he had asked - was that they, together, be enough to contain the Light. That they prove themselves possessed of the strength of will of their former incarnations, that the strength of their aether be more than the average half-man’s, that they lend credence to his hope, that wild and desperate flame he had been unable to help feeding. Watching Lelesu and Corrain interact, with each other and with the world around them, had so quickly driven away his doubts, but in the end what a fool he has been, daring to believe them anything other than shattered shards. How could they understand what they, and he, have lost when they do not remember? Despite all the nights Lelesu sat with him and listened to him speak on Amaurot and its history, despite the meals and moments shared with Corrain in the Cabinet of Curiosity, despite all the moments he had allowed himself to see the flickering brilliance of their souls and let himself imagine - they do not remember, and they refuse to understand. 

But they will come. He knows them; they may be broken shards, mistakes, mockeries of all he has loved and lost (though can they truly be worse than these phantoms he has populated his Amaurot with?), but they yet retain the nobleness of heart that made Azem so excellent at his responsibilities and brought Seleukos to be Pashtarot’s successor. The moment they realize there truly is no cure for their affliction, they will wish to separate themselves from their friends and allies and the innocent civilians of the Crystarium, and they will come.

He believes that Lelesu, at least, will too strongly want answers to refuse his invitation, even should there exist some miraculous way to save their souls.

#ffxiv #hoooOO boy

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Lucius and Titus yae Galvus

aka the 8'2" standard bearer puppy of a man and the 6'0" stoic machinist younger brother, or the sons of emet who are his spitting images in two different ways.

#oH MY GOD... #i love that Lucius design #and Titus being a lil guy... #ty op #i eat this #ffxiv

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FIC: Angels Astray (1/?)

HephTemi cyberpunk AU is live! Please mind the tags, there's some oblique references in the first chapter but the content will get heavier later on.

#friend's fics #look at this cool concept!! #pun intended

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#we dont have camp culture here and its so weird to me kskjdb #parents are very wary of letting their kids stay far away from them #im sorry but america is WEIRD #esp on that front #idk how youd be ok not seeing your kids for 1-2 months at a time

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Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits I’ve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !

#WIPs Georg and dialog George... #also no beta bc im too shy to bother anyone