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This piece is for the the Sketch Commission Lottery winner, @runic-keyblade They asked for my rendition of their FF OC Moon Keeper Miqo’te - Machinist, Mik (Mik’hal Zarasten).

He has a with a dry wit and a quick shot. He’s on a constant struggle to let go of the tragedies in his past. He’s mostly stoic and only opens up to people he trusts which includes his Twin brother Cam’nahl and his boyfreind(ish) Estrie and bestfriend Riski.

#LOOK AT MIK #friendstuff #Mik'hal Zarasten #art

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“wow you really like extreme height differences huh”

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aymeric: *does that*

me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯

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got humbled near the market board yesterday

#i love my max height fem roe

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when you save the warrior of light

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エメトセルク…

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someone remake da2 but every single person’s voice is just varric trying to sound different

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The Cocked Barrel Bar - Opening Soon

Balmung - Kobai Goten Wing 2 #53 - 17th Ward, Shirogane, Owner Mik’hal Zarasten.

A small, Eorzean style bar tucked away into a small hole in the wall in Shirogane. Opening soon for monthly beer and cider tastings.

#friend stuff #Mik'hal Zarasten #Very excited for this!! #And excited for Estrie to add his flair to one of the mixed drinks #>_> #Don't ask

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Radiant #19

Implied NSFW under the cut

Yuuki Miyamoto was someone. Was. He still is someone, he tells himself, as he is yanked forward from the collar around his neck. His body is jerked like a doll, wrists and ankles bound together as a man pulls him further onto the bed, chest and arms dragging the sheets along with him as he is manipulated. Just because he is now being used as a plaything, just because he has been reduced to the lowilest of stations, Yuuki will always be someone. He is not just a toy or a pretty face.  "Yer new to this, ain't ya?" Yuuki doesn't respond. "Th' silent type. Very well. Ain't no need for talk durin' this anyway. Best be glad I ain't payin' fer you to talk to me." Yuuki's black rimmed eyes never once meet his patron's as he is violated.  He wanted so badly to blame his father, and there were many days he does, but never once could he be upset with his mother. Adorning one of his hands, resting on his right middle finger, a tarnished ring is twirled with Yuuki's thumb. It is worn, dull, far from radiant, but it is special. It was a ring his mother gave him. If he is wanting to make his life, his mother's life, comfortable again, he will do what he must. "Mm~..." he moans, playing himself up. "I'd hate to distract you as you go about your business. If you wish me to spout filthy words I will; if you wish me to remain quiet, I will. I can be anything you want me to be."

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#ffxivwrite2019 #radiant 19 #Yuuki Miyamoto

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It’s finally happening, fam! The eternal bonding ceremony for Isarmont Sorel ( @tree-leaves-ffxiv ) and Cam’nahl Zarasten ( @ffxivaltstars ) will be a real thing that is actually occurring in the next couple weeks!

It’s going to be a mostly ooc ceremony for a variety of reasons (they don’t know many people IC; there’s not enough time between phases for decent RP; etc) so just let one of us know if you’d like to attend and we can give time/date/invitation! We’ll be happy to see you there.

#AHHHH!!! #so excited #Cam'nahl Zarasten #Isarmont Sorel #ceremony of eternal bonding #ffxiv

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Jitter #16

Through the brush Estrie crawls, his belly picking up dust and dirt and rock and twig as he snakes his way through the flora. He had one prize in mind: a morbol. It is a yearly, dumbass, yet hilarious trip he needs to make out in the middle of the Shroud, but despite it reflecting greatly on Estrie’s mental capacity, the only way for him to prove to no one but himself that he’s a fuckin’ cool dude is to stick his arm in a gaping morbol mouth.

Slowly his army crawl comes to a halt as he hears the loud, cacophonous breathing of a morbol nearby. He is coming closer to his prize and he can barely stand it. With a stupid grin on his face Estrie buzzes in place as his hands lift to part the brush, wanting ot see his quarry. 

… But instead of seeing the horrific, viney, monstrous plant-thing, Estrie comes face to face with something much smaller and much more black and much more fuzzy. The beady, possessed eyes of a spriggan stares back at him, it’s mouth hanging open so Estrie can hear both it’s wheezing respiration mixing with the morbol not too far away. It’s breath reeks and Estrie winces, nose wrinkling up and brow knitting tightly.

The two stare each other down, noses barely touching, neither moving. Time stops completely, the world composed of nothing but Elezen and spriggan. Estrie blinks once, losing the game. The spriggan squeals, a sound similar to a stuck pig, before it starts to bounce around while its thin arms flail above its head. Then it stops… Before dancing a jittering jig in place. 

Estrie gasps and starts to scramble, limbs trying to grab purchase on the ground to hoist himself up and begin his panicked run away from the site. The spriggan screams louder, the morbol turns its attention to the pair and also roars. Estrie starts to squeal.

“FUCK!”

#ffxivwrite2019 #Jitter 16 #Estrie

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Scour #14

In warm, sudsy water a powder blue dress dances in the currents. It shifts and floats, an ethereal waltz under the glimmering surface marked by candle light. The bubbles glide over the top, shifting from clear to green to purple before bursting without warning. The smell of lavender and bergamot waft through the air to fill the room and stretch the herbal cleaning solution to the ceiling corners.

Hovering over the washing basin, Lydia scrubs at the dress that had been sullied by the evening she had with Mr. Miyamoto. Wine had been sloshed from a rather violent, passionate kiss, and unmentionables had been smeared along the fabric. Every chance Lydia had gotten to approach Mr. Miyamoto and offer herself up for the evening, she took the opportunity. This evening was no exception as she saw he was alone pouring over the ledgers left by Josey. She had walked into the office and leaned over the desk, a stark difference from the naive girl she once was.

But she likes who she has become. Her cheerful, hopeful nature has subdued somewhat into wisdom. She has learned that not everything will be out of a fairy tale novel, and though she had mourned that thought, she has become better and stronger because of it. She may not get her fairy tale ending, but she is capable of fighting for the next best thing.

Mr. Miyamoto gave her attention that she’s never experienced. Daisuke had given her a tight knit, solid friendship. And she will see Gale again. Lydia’s hands work the thin fabric in the soapy water, carefully scouring off the blemishes to the fine dress.

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#ffxivwrite2019 #Lydia #Scour 14

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Sure, chocolate and peanut butter are a great combo, but have you ever tried

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Hello friends! So apparently I need to add three MORE friends in Pokemon GO and I've already friended all the people I know irl who play. Does anyone want a friend to trade gifts with in the Seattle area? Message me or send an ask or something 💙

#friend stuff