#/showright

[ahollowgrave]

Hi! I am becoming more active over there and it is fun ! There is a handy-dandy carrd someone made which made the settling process much easier ! [HERE] is that carrd!

hi hello! I am also over at bluesky !

I am not very active there, but since it no longer needs invites that might change !

[kootiepatra]

Peatie does a /showleft and also a /showright

She is a sweet girl and I just had to make these. Opaque versions first, transparent after. (Feel free to use 'em if you're not doing bot-or-blockchain stuff with them)

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

B A S I C S

Name: Sami Fashonti

Nicknames: None as of yet

Age: around 16 in ARR - a peer of the twins (different verses have different timelines so I'm time bubbling her with her fellow teens)

Nameday: 18th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miq'ote

Gender: just a girlie (she/her)

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Idol (job is a magical-girl reskin of WHM with some BRD buffs built-in)

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Straight light blue hair with white-blue highlights, thick fringe and usually in twin braids

Eyes: Light blue

Skin: light warm-toned grey

Tattoos/scars: white-blue markings on her cheeks

F A M I L Y

Parents: Officially missing, presumed deceased

Siblings: None that she is aware of

Grandparents: paternal grandmother who cared for her after her parents presumably passed, she did not know her other grandparents (deceased before she was born or estranged)

In-laws and Other: Minfillia fills a vaguely maternal role, though it is closer to that of an older sister. F'lhaminn is something of a mentor to the fledgling songstress/idol and is someone Sami has always admired. (I'm still working through the ARR patches with her so while I've ideas about other close bonds - I've not 100% settled on them yet)

Pets: a cute happy bunny she found during Hatchingtide

S K I L L S

Abilities: when the audience is aligned with her she can convey her emotions to them, similarly she can feel the emotions of crowds of people

Hobbies: singing, reading, dancing, trying new foods and scrap-booking

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: optimistic almost to the point of being stubborn, she's forever picking out silver linings and is sure that everything will work out ok!

Most Negative Trait: related - she refuses to believe in the worst of people. Sami always assumes good intentions and extends a hand of friendship even after someone has only ever shown her hatred

L I K E S

Colours: most of them! Particularly pinks, blues, reds, and greens

Smells: vanilla, fruits (particularly mango and banana), sugary sweet florals, new book smell

Textures: the comfort of broken-in shoes, hardwood floors and plush carpets, cut crystals and gems, flower petals (freshly picked or pressed and preserved)

Drinks: soda floats, syrupy sweet fruit drinks/mocktails, iced water with slices of cucumber and mint

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: no

Drinks: generally no, her grandmother would have given her hot (weak-ish) whiskey and honey drinks for colds and sore throats on occasion

Drugs: no

Mount Issuance: flying magitek stage (courtesy of Joda @azure-dragonsinger in a shared AU), a bunny-eared robot, and a magic umbrella

Been Arrested: no

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster

Tagging (0 pressure): @cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon @sasslett @galadae @gatheredfates @stardustdiver

[snakemoltsiren]

To wear god down To flatten him out To pray to no other

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

Day 9

Mirror

... Mirror on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all

*pixie magic tingling*

(a little epilogue to the il mheg thing i suppose)

[nannikirby]

I love them so much!! I'm so happy about the way this came out, you did such a great job!!! ;;-;;

next up in the valentine’s day batch, @nannikirby ’s absolutely adorable lala and ejika tsunjika!!! i just love the dynamic between these two, they’re so cute OAIERHG;OAR (ृ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ृ )ु thank you so much again for commissioning me and happy valentine’s day!!!

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

i don't even have a clever caption for this i just saw some pretty mods and my brain melted

[fatherentropy]

Comm for twitter user @/hydrangikat

[sheepwithspecs]

March CarvRhos Ficlet: Blind Date

|| FFXIV || Rated G || (3/??) ||

Prompt List Here!

Today is technically day four, but I wanted to use this day to catch up and write the idea I had for day two.

Gerald and A’brohka found dead in Limsa Lominsa, cause unknown.

Never in her life has she felt so godsdamned foolish.

The table is beautiful, all things considered. White linen tablecloth, crystal wineglasses, a decanter of Lohmani red. Silver cloches cover the dishes, and a basket of freshly baked bread is seated to the right of an elegant floral centerpiece. Candles flicker in their sconces—beeswax, not tallow—and in the corner the orchestrion is playing a soft concerto. It’s the sort of luxury that she’d once had to convince herself she would hate, in those long-ago days when such things were so far out of reach as to belong in the realm of imagination.

If nothing else, the lavish setting makes her feel more confident in her decision to dress up for the occasion. After all, it wasn’t every day that she was propositioned for a blind date, courtesy of A’brohka. She’d been reluctant to accept at first, unwilling to even humor such a ridiculous request, but the other Sirens had managed to wear her down. The girls had been delighted to “assist” her with her wardrobe, treating their surly captain as though she were a child’s paper lady. They’d taken great pains in lining her eyes, softening her features and talking her into a dab of rouge on her cheekbones. She was even wearing jewelry to mark the occasion: a pair of ruby earrings, gifted by the previous captain on the day of her succession.

What a shame. Sighing inwardly, she glares at her so-called date from across the table. Carvallain returns the expression tenfold, mouth pursed in disapproval at his current circumstances. The only thing worse than seeing him at the table was his clear shock in seeing her upon entering the private dining room. She was accused of entrapment, he of libel; insults were hurled and fingers pointed on both sides.

Eventually they’d calmed down enough to work out the truth: they’d been double-crossed by a pair of traitorous first mates. Funnily enough, both Gerald and A’brohka had been suspiciously absent during the day’s preparations, with neither crew being able to pinpoint their exact whereabouts. Clearly the two had foreseen their captains’ anger and made good their escape.

“Damn that conspiring little—” Carvallain had bitten off his insult, jaw clenched and fingers tapping a furious rhythm on the table. He’d cleaned up as well, with neatly trimmed hair tucked behind his long ears and his silk shirt traded for a waistcoat of shimmering blue brocade. Despite her hatred of the man, the idea that he’d also wasted his time preparing for a date made her feel only marginally better.

Now they both found themselves stuck in limbo, unable to salvage the remains of the night and yet unwilling to leave. A damn shame, she repeats to herself, n’ a waste o’ good food. She grabs a piece of sourdough from the breadbasket, crunching down on its thick crust and chewing morosely. What am I even doing here? she wonders, staring blankly at the covered dishes. What did I possibly think would happen?

The answer is glaringly obvious, whether or not she wants to admit it. She would rather die than face that sort of embarrassment, even in introspection. I ain’t lonely, she argues with the sardonic little voice in her head, finishing off the sourdough and reaching blindly for another piece. I’m just….

The heat rises to her cheeks as she remembers the way A’brohka regaled them all with fanciful descriptions of the gentleman who’d all but begged on bended knee for a private audience with the Siren captain. Tall, handsome, fashionable, but clearly not afraid to get his hands dirty when the need arose. Piercing eyes and a lithe frame, a sailor’s body with a nobleman’s heart. A well-traveled man with a love of the sea. I’m such a fool; I should’ve known. Who else in Limsa would fit such a description? She wants to bury her face in her hands, crawl to the nearest ledge, and roll into the ocean. Perhaps the Navigator would show more mercy than her own thrice-damned crew.

She glances at him infrequently from beneath her painted lashes, wondering what stories the Krakens must have fed him in order for him to agree to this. Had they been forced to lie outright, or had they simply embellished the truth the same way as A’brohka? Deep down, she hopes it’s the latter. That something in the way they described her piqued his interest, at least enough to—

Foolish.

Once again she reaches for the basket, only to find her fingers brushing against something warm and solid and soft, but definitely not bread. Startled, she looks up in time to see him quickly choose a piece of rye, fingers clumsily grabbing for his napkin. Their eyes meet and it is he who looks away first, clearing his throat with an awkward cough.

“It would be a shame to let the meal to go to waste,” he states, directing his words to the wall sconce.

“My thoughts exactly.” She takes the cloche from her still-warm plate, breathing in the heavenly scent of minced garlic and herbs, tender meat and roasted popotoes in their skins.  

“Reservations at the Bismarck are hard to come by, after all, and there’s no real reason to give up the table now—that is, we might as well—it’s not as though you… what I mean to say is….” He lapses into uncomfortable silence, knotting the napkin in his long fingers. She stares at them, her own hands tingling with the thought of touching them again, this time on purpose.

Why did ye come? Four simple words, and yet for once she can’t bring herself to open her big mouth. Why do ye stay? Somehow, the lack of a proper answer would be far worse than the never-knowing. Besides, it’s easy enough to guess.

“Oi.” She waits to catch his eye again, offering a crooked smirk that’s more genuine than any look she’s given him so far tonight.

“Shut up n’ eat.”  

[armysethos]

i wanted to make a dress up j’ahri and then it turned into a bunch of refs teehee

[toadmancer]

color-coded :)

[emcapi-gaming]

I am greatly enjoying all the discussion about Solution 9 and the positives and negatives that I've been seeing.

However! I went for a walk around the other day as Arkose! Who is my S9 oc with mild levin sickness (manifesting similar to peripheral neuropathy), and who often uses modified arm crutches for balance/stability.

And I suddenly noticed that this place is an ACCESSIBILITY NIGHTMARE. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUCKING STAIRS WITH NO RAMPS. WHY ARE THERE RANDOM BUMPS AND ELEVATION CHANGES IN THE ROAD.

Literally when I have time I'm gonna make a series of screenshots with Arkose posing next to all the FUCKING STAIRS doing very sarcastic /showleft, /showright, and/or "magic the gathering butt crack guy prayer hands pose."

[disciple-of-frost]

It's my art and I want to post it now! So fuck it. /showright

[neriyon]

Okay so roughly one hour of messing around and I have this:

It's.... not too bad? I'll play around with the colors a little more, change the size and maaaybe add some gold deco on the side.... andd ofc names are gonna need some work but! I'm pretty happy with it!

Cloud test kinda inspired me to finally write out my other ancients too (Eleos is pretty well off already) buuuuuut now I'm faced with the trouble of coming up with banners without using their pics (since they don't have any lol)

[anneapocalypse]

tbh delightful tags on the Gaius post, and I absolutely agree he was a True Believer - as memeable as his dialogue in the Praetorium may be, it also 100% genuine: Gaius totally believes every word of it, to the extents that you even start seeing the cracks as he tries to rationalise how his worldview still holds true even as you defiantly refuse to fall to his superior Strength of a Ruler.

That Ultima fight is as much a metaphorical battle of ideologies as it is a straight up fight, and for as much as he tries to get the last word in... when he loses, his fundamental beliefs are as much of a burning wreck around him as the praetorium itself.

And not only did he lose - he survived. Everything he has believed up until that point tells him he should have won, or failing that, that he should've been slain by a stronger, more righteous ruler. Yet he both lost... and lived, and finds himself face to face with the bitter realisation that he, Gaius van Baelsar, the infamous Black Wolf, Legatus of the XIV'th Legion, Conqueror of Ala Mhigo, Favourite of the late Emperor Solus... had been played for a complete and utter fool.

/showright ✨

[starryscale-art]

saw a question somewhere asking what flower you associate with your oc

/showright jai's flower is the hydrangea