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crescent-maple · 2 years
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Toichiroooo
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viiioca · 4 months
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Send 🪩 to see them in their best dance party outfit.
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"All I wanted was one night of drinking and dancing, but perhaps it was too much to hope that Ul'dahn politicians wouldn't be so tedious."
estelle is significantly more annoyed about having to escape through the sil'dihn sewers than she is about the betrayal, which any fresh-faced debutante in the courts could have seen coming. once lolorito reveals himself behind the bloody banquet, estelle sends him her ruined dress and a bill for a new one; to the man's credit, he does pay.
thank you for the prompt!!
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shonenkun309 · 2 months
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It hath been an age, nay, a full thousand years, since last I created a jest.😔😮‍💨
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oneiroy · 3 months
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which aesthetic™ color are you?
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tangerine You, frankly, are a goddamn delight. You bring light with you wherever you go, and whether you're aware of it or not, you're the life of the party. Despite your flamboyant nature, you're surprisingly soft. You give the sweetest gifts, and are probably the best amateur masseuse of your friend group. Those closest to you see this softness, and love you for it. Remember this when you are called "too much": there is no such thing as too much of you. People who say those things are just too small to have the space for your light. Don't tone it down, just find people who will treasure every piece of you.
thank you for the tag @chadhunkler!
so many people have done this already but how about you folks @elf-simp @selnyam @viiioca @elliewiltarwyn @fantasmagoriam? And you if you'd like to do it too!
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mythandral · 10 months
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Send ⚜️ to see them doing or wearing something associated with knights or chivalry.
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sparring with Haurchefant was a regular occurence upon trips to Camp Dragonhead
(as for freshening up afterwards...)
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senespera-ffxiv · 9 months
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I just realized I haven't exposed tumblr to my xiv memes
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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Start of Redemption
ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.
He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.
Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.
Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.
He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.
His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.
"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.
The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.
It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.
Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?
Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.
No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.
And there was no escape.
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sae-mian · 5 months
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👾 For any of them, I love them all
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a chocobo counts as a pet, right? right???
pet, companion, best friend - Pavement ticks all the boxes. nira'sae and their chocobo have been inseparable for years.
(even if they were terrified of it at first)
⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆
FFXIV Screenshot Meme
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kultofathena · 2 years
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wind-up-thancred · 6 months
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thinking abt the time i got into a sophia unreal tell + retell PF with a yshtola npc player and got one of my favorite screenshots ive ever taken in game
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ultimate legend btw
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pomegranarchy · 7 months
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Day 18: Repostober
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Michael Jolliner, himbo supreme. GNC whore bastard. dumbass slut (affectionate)
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elektrosyntetik · 1 year
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maybe this year wasn't so bad when it comes to my drawings
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shonenkun309 · 7 months
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We still have that hope...
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At least I do...Even if it is a false hope...😔🥀
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oneiroy · 7 months
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What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?
Honestly I can't really think of a hobby of hers she'd be worse at in public systematically - maybe it would happen at times with any of them because she got distracted by whoever she's with, or wanted to show off a bit too much, but that's about it. I just don't think she'd be nervous or shy about any of her hobbies...
Something she is systematically worse at in front of others however would be reading and writing! Doesn't really answer the question because it's not a hobby for her, and she's not really good at it in private. She can read and write, but slowly. That didn't bother her much before joining the Scions, but given that they're pretty much all scholars, she does feel a bit stupid about their difference of skill on that subject.
If she can, she will avoid doing that in front of them - if she finds what looks like a promising book for instance, she'll hand it over for them to read. She also prefers to be alone when she has to write a report. When she has to do that in front of them, she'll try to go faster to compensate, but it just end up making the fact that she has some issues with it even more obvious.
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mythandral · 2 years
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32. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re looking at me like that?” for the pairing of your choosing :3c
“Would you care to train with me, my friend?”
It was a brisk afternoon in Camp Dragonhead, and after a surprisingly efficient morning Myth had already returned with no further tasks for the day. He had been staying at the camp for a better part of a week, but this was the first time he’d had any chance to spend time during the day with its commander. So Myth was all too happy for the invitation, and gave an enthusiastic nod in response to Haurchefant’s request. 
“Splendid!” Haurchefant replied and beamed at him warmly, prompting a coy smile from the Duskwight in return.
This was the first time they had sparred together, as busy as the Warrior of Light found himself nowadays, and Myth was curious to see how the knight would fare. Haurchefant’s weapon of choice was a standard sword and shield, but Myth’s was far more unusual, a staff split into three segments connected by chains- a traditional weapon of his hometown and their dance-like style of combat. Haurchefant had seen him in action a couple of times, but seeing it first hand was something else altogether.
The first bout was almost over before it began, a well practised swing of the staff disarming the knight’s sword immediately. Haurchefant quickly retrieved it, demeanour as cheery as ever but with a fresh glint of determination in his eye.
As they got into the swing of things, Myth found Haurchefant was staring at him with what he could only describe as hunger - and not just for the fight. Their first few rounds after that went much as expected, hard fought but tidy victories for the Duskwight as they slowly grew used to each other’s fighting style. The other man’s focus hadn’t wavered the entire time, and Myth could feel steely eyes paying particularly close attention not to the weapon in his hand but the body of its wielder. Myth knew the heat he could feel on his cheeks was barely attributable to the combat.
The next bout started out much as the rest. Haurchefant had adjusted to Myth’s opener, the quick disarm no longer a viable option, but still Myth had the upper hand as they continued with a couple of his flourishes almost finding purchase. If anything, this only increased the intensity of the knight’s gaze, and Myth found himself helplessly drawn to it. So much so that he didn’t spot the shield coming to swipe at his staff as it spun, sending its segments bouncing off the unyielding metal with a chaos that almost sent him reeling. Though that left him open, Haurchefant paused to let him readjust, implicitly claiming victory for the round. One point for him.
The reprieve was not to last, Haurchefant eager to continue now cracks had started to show in the other man. He was laying it on thick now, unwavering eye contact accompanied by an unapologetic smile, and most aggravatingly it was working.
“How am I supposed to focus when you’re looking at me like that?” Myth sighed, visibly flustered.
Haurchefant grinned at him brazenly. “Precisely!” he exclaimed, “I stand little hope of besting you on a level playing field, we both know that - so this is all part of my strategy,” he punctuated with a thrust of his blade, which Myth was at least able to parry cleanly.
Myth looked at him with humoured disdain, “I would like to see how far that gets you on the battlefield.”
“You have missed the point, my friend! One should tailor their tactics to their opponent - and dare I say it seems to be working,” Haurchefant pointed out, closing off with an exaggerated wink. Myth rolled his eyes at him with matching dramaticism, but quickly snapped back to focus when a swing from the other man nearly caught him unawares. His position would be untenable if they carried on like this, but it was not too hard to think of a solution.
“You know, I learnt to fight like this blindfolded. Perhaps I should wear one and we’ll see how far that ‘strategy’ gets you.”
Myth’s eyes narrowed when Haurchefant’s widened, the bite of his lip conveying that he wasn’t now thinking about their combat at all. It provided the perfect opportunity, and Myth would have been remiss not to take it. A precise lash of his weapon saw the bottom segment take Haurchefant’s ankle out from under him, sending him sprawling on his arse. 
“Who’s distracted now?” he asked drily. 
He was met with laughter from the floor, as Haurchefant beckoned the other man to join him.
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hollowfaith · 27 days
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What brand of stupid are you?
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Blissfully stupid
They say ignorance is bliss and by god you are living your best life. You skip merrily into a bear's cave to pet it as your friends scream at you to run. The world is beautiful and everyone is your best friend, nothing can possibly go wrong! You are incredibly curious and probably believe in magic. This isn't to say you're an innocent little baby, just that you see the world in a more positive light then most. You face danger with a smile, not because you are particularly brave but because you don't know there's danger to begin with.
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