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spiral-cut · 4 months
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DecembHyur 2023 Day XIII: Trust
FT. @allyennah | @icehearts | @ahollowgrave | @sealrock | @escherstrange-ffxiv | @soulroot | @primamchorus
I typically like to include other people's characters in these annual hyur prompts for an entry or two. It's become a tradition after doing it for three years so thank you for lending me your beautiful blorbos!
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cassandrajean · 2 years
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Final Fantasy XIV!
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finishing-touch · 1 month
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Caught in the harsh plains of Coerthas, an apprehended trespasser is proffered two choices: forego trial and face swift execution for the violation of a sacred decree, or repent and aid the inquisition in their fervent hunt of vile heretics. The church schemes and its knights enforce its will. The call to cull the draconic foe and its sympathizers is clarion in intent. Marked by a fatal brand to ensure his obedience, the trespasser-turned-hound is quickly coerced into a strife not his own. Unwitting of the fearmongering clergy's machinations and his role in the Dragonsong War, this pawn sets upon a crimson trail stained in dragonsblood.
Just got to thinking about HW Aladar who is younger and less seasoned getting embroiled in events out of his hands. Ends up hunting heretics on the church's behalf until he defects. Always running with the wrong crowd this one. I do like the premise of jumping back in time and roleplaying this story in its own time bubble.
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myreia · 2 months
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She gets to be fancy sometimes. 🖤✨
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evaporatingvoid · 2 months
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colored commission for anon 💕
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fair-fae · 3 months
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dragoongang · 3 months
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Empty Space
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staticcolour · 6 days
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Commission o/ Process under the cut
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Process o7 now you may be asking, I did in fact just suddenly make the hand go up because I thought it'd look better. Also all the time went to the face surprisingly
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demigod-of-the-agni · 3 months
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The funniest thing about the Sohm Al dungeon is that when I did it for the first time I did it with the NPC party- Ysayle, Alphinaud, and Estinien. It was all going swell but I, a dragoon main, CONSTANTLY found myself trying to outdo Estinien??
like GIRL calm down he's just an NPC 😭 what's he gonna do, gloat about how he's going to kill all the dragons and pull out all the stops and use all the limit breaks?
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HE FUCKING USES THE LIMIT BREAKS
THE LITTLE SHIT
AS SOON AS WE FILL ALL THE BARS HE JUST SAYS SHIT LIKE "TASTE MY LANCE" AND WHIPS OUT THE LIMIT BREAK AND I'M THROWING MYSELF HEADFIRST INTO THE GROUND SCREAMING BECAUSE YOU BASTARD I WAS GOING TO USE THAT ON THE FINAL BOSS
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enkindlephoenix · 3 months
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never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows.
i will remain rough.
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menphinaswhitemage · 3 months
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There is the belief in Eorzea that a second marriage- usually one experienced by a widow- is just as special, if not more so, than the first. It is a sign that The Twelve have given that person a second chance at happiness. No more or less important than the first.
ty to @allyennah for linking me to this veil mod, it's everything I've been wanting for her <3
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spiral-cut · 5 months
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DecembHyur 2023 Day III: Home
On a windswept isle in the southwestern corner of the realm, amidst the roiling waves of the Rhotano Sea, lies the maritime city-state of Limsa Lominsa. To this haven for bandits and brigands, cutthroats and curs, seekers of both freedom and fortune, comes a lone adventurer.
*deep breath* aaaaaahh... this ought to cover a few entries from the prompt, I hope. If any of these gifs got a laugh out of you then please tell me!
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slimyhipster · 9 months
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IK since they're both hyurs it just looks like normal pirates but they're lominsan boys!!! arthur (on left) belongs to @temporoyales ^_^
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finishing-touch · 7 months
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Celebrating Aladar's birthday ( a wee bit early )!!
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myreia · 2 months
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FEBHYURARY XX: PRIMAL
The final day could not dawn, for there is no dawn in everlasting light. Nevertheless when the hour came, Ryne sought him out. She demanded he not go, tears brimming in her eyes. She clung to him desperately, stumbling over her words as she pressed a cartridge into his hand. Specially charged. Crafted to destroy the one they love, designed to prey on her single weakness. A single shot to the heart and it will all be over. He embraced her as he said his farewells, murmuring words of strength and courage he does not have. She will need it in the coming days. Ryne will be the last after him. The last to remain. The last to survive. He knows he will not return, and yet he must go. Some day soon—for Norvrandt’s are numbered—she will understand. And so he climbs the mountain where the primal lightwarden has made her nest. He cuts through her horde of light-corrupted minions, some distant part of his mind numbly acknowledging the twisted faces of friends he once knew. That is what she does; she does not bring death, but transposition. He does not flinch when their claws sink into him; nor does he pause when he strikes them all down. He is battered and bruised when he reaches the apex. Caked with blood and dirt, his gunblade dulled, his cartridges spent save for one. The air here is stale and still, the scent thick with the stench of primal magicks. She is nowhere to be seen. For a brief moment he wonders if he was mistaken, if she has abandoned her home. His heart beats. One, two. One, two. Blood pulsing in his veins, fear and hope and love thumping in his ears. The last shred of his humanity, and he is oh so alive— The creature with Aureia’s face bursts from below, a storm of ice and fire suspended in each hand. Her eyes glow vermilion in twisted mimicry of her natural deep red. Wings of darkness and light in perfect unison, an equilibrium she never achieved when she lived. Hair purged to white as it had been when she was first infected, the red streaks the only remnants of what it once was. Fingers turned to talons soaked in blood. So familiar, yet so alien—she has become a warped fracture of herself, everything he loved about her burnt out of her by blazing light.   He raises his blade and steels his mind. He has come here to slay her. All it takes is one shot. A shot he does not make. Time slows when the end comes, the passage of his mortal life stretched out in perpetuity. Her claws are a vice grip on his chin, the power of her magic scalding his eyes. She holds him in her unblinking ruby gaze as if transfixed, some memory within her ascended mind recalling what he was to her. He wishes for her to end it. If he but moves just a little… her claws would cut his throat… and he would deprive her of her greatest desire. But as he knows, she does not kill, she transforms. Even in this form her love for him burns fiercely. More fiercely than he can comprehend. It washes over him, powerful, overwhelming, the command to submit tugging at his mind, silencing the purpose he came to this mountain to fulfill— It is all gone in a burst of blue and red. Defeat has never tasted so sickeningly sweet.
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stalwart-spirit · 12 days
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The Construct 8 minion is canon for Saeed. Whilst being a fun little companion, it makes a GREAT calculator for when he's gotta divvy out gil to his gang.
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