Year of the dragon 🐉 FFXIV Seiryu
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long time no see! finally put these pieces up on the print shop—come and get ‘em!
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seiryu but i got confused halfway through :d
(i finished the four lords like a week ago
and yet he lives in my brain rent free <3)
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"Seiryu, Seiryu, look at his big teeth and cute little fins!" 🦈 (Cora/Seiryu)
[ aka Vel just did her very first Ocean Fishing and somehow got the 8k score that was needed for the mogtomes AND also got the achievement to get the Major General ]
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I still absolutely love their designs! Byakko and Seiryu are so cool! ;;
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|| seiryu's wreath of snakes ||
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drawn on a bit of a whim-- it was fun! felt like objectifying the snakey boy
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Blessings be upon you on the road ahead
First post of 2024 whoop!
I really wanted to do something inspired by traditional Japanese new year wear. Drawing kimono again after years really made me nostalgic, when i was a teen i spent hours on tutorials trying to learn how to draw them. It's nice to see the improvement of so many years of practice.
Ft.@concaviddavid
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断袖
part 3 episode 24 "pray for the repose of your soul" angst ship that i've spent too much time thinking about!!!
consider checking out my $3 tier for behind the scenes, including a full timelapse!
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The Warrior of Light's clan once favored Suzaku.
They worshiped her, weaved feathers into their hair and clothing and had feasts in her honor. They would ask her for a multitude of things. Good hunting in their hidden valleys. The safe delivery of a new life into this world. Bountiful harvests that would keep their bellies full during the winter months.
Seiryū knows this because Suzaku heard them, riddled with Aritama though she once was. The voices of a thousand hymns and a thousand more prayers stubbornly ringing in the back of her mind, creeping madness threatening to consume her whole all the while. A distant, lingering spark of defiance; reminding her of whom she was once. Whom she promised to be.
They're gone now. All of those who once deified her, washed away by war and the follies that so plague mankind. Save for one. The Warrior of Light wears songbird feathers in his hair. Suzaku’s plumes adorn his favored bow. When he prays, Suzaku is whom he reaches out to. Not Seiryū.
And it vexes him. So he shall give him the greatest gift of all to remedy that fact.
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