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just look at him. he's just a lil guy.
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what do you mean forever wont be part of the ordem paranormal one shot:(
#owww#next time i guess#still pretty excited#hope whatever made him cancel gets worked out!:D#qsmp#opos
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alright this one captures this hellsite's energy
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¡Descarga el EXAMEN! #oposiciones Auxiliar Administrativo del Estado 2023
#oposiciones#auxiliaradministrativo#oposicionesage#examen#examenage#opositar#opovida#opositora#opositor#opositando#opolife#oposición#opos
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#louis#louis tomlinson#pinkpop festival#pinkpop 2024#*gifs#*mine#hlcreators#hledit#tomlinsonedits#tomlinsonsource#dailytomlinson#louistomlinsonedit#1dsquad#hldaily#louis tomlinson gifs#louis gifs#the tongue in betw teeth hHHDGGGFSF SOB#mahina po kalaban yes opo eto na nga po#sun
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atp as a jp twst player i think i'm gonna stick to what jp twst gave us since the english localization is tripping me so much 🥹
dorm leader to housewarden
madol to thaumarks
levan to raverne
meleanor to maleanor
I'M USED TO THE ORIGINAL TERMS I'M SORRY I CAN'T USE THE LOCALIZED TERMS so if you're an english player, you'll be seeing non-localized terms (hometown names, foreign names, etc.) in my future fics. humble opinion but think it also sticks and rings better for the twst universe.
plus i love how aggressive they can be with their dialogues 😭😭 LET LILIA CURSE FFS THE GENERAL DOESN'T SAY "FLYING FLIP" COME ON HE'S SUPPOSEDNTO BE SCARY.
tbh i can't with the localized dialogue at times.
#twst#NO HATE TO THE LOCALIZATION THO THE JP VERSION IS JUST MY HOME#dragonopolis is so...funny#briarland? NO IT'S BRIAR VALLEY/LAND OF BRIAR YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE#dra 😭 gon 😭 opo 😭 lis 😭
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Ayo first entry real?
Any who I thought I'd try out @miwachan2 DTIYS for the vampiric equinox 1 year anniversary :DD
I had alot of fun drawin this in my style and uh hope U like it :3
#vampiricequinox1yearanniversarydtiys#fnaf#security breach#tsbs#fnaf security breach#fnaf au#security breach au#dtiys entry#i had fun drawin this opo#digital art#weeeeee
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MiqoMarch Day 9: Flower
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If you stumble, make it part of the dance.
#riftdancing - screenshots#character - siyoh mari#gposers#ffxivsnaps#ff14#ffxiv#miqo'te#dancer#byakko cub#character - opo#ff14 ffxiv#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv oc#ffxiv screenshots#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv wol#warrior of light#wol#ff14 screenshot#ff14 gpose
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FFXIV Write 2024: 25 Perpetuity
(Spoilers for the end of Endwalker's Myths of the Realm)
Aeryn stood in Omphalos and watched the engine work. Its motions were hypnotic as it circled around itself, drawing in hopes and prayers, and dispersing that energy back into the world to aid humanity. A device of akasha and aether, elegant and lovely.
A familiar step sounded on the stone behind her, accompanied by the equally familiar pitter-patter of smaller feet, making her smile and hold out a hand to let the tiny opo-opo leap up and scramble up her arm to give her a friendly nuzzle.
“No treats, no matter how the little fellow begs,” Deryk said lightly. “He’s coming off a bout of upset stomach.”
“Poor baby,” Aeryn cooed, leaning her head against the creature, who chirred against her neck.
The wanderer stopped next to her, also looking up at the instrument of blessing. The collaborative work of ages, she was never sure he was aware of the slight smile and melancholic light in his eyes when he gazed upon it.
“So,” he said. “We meet here yet again. And again I ask: come to a conclusion yet?”
“No,” Aeryn replied, as shaking her head would dislodge the opo-opo, who was now playing with her hair. “When you first brought us here, and revealed the Twelve and their heavens, I’d hoped to find some answer. But it seemed more of the same. Divinity is just a construct of man, formed in desperation and empowered by prayer.”
Deryk nodded. “I can say there is a world of difference between what I was, and who I am now.”
“That’s a matter of power scale, which can be overcome.”
“In part, certainly,” he agreed. “But it’s more than that.” He looked aside, his gaze falling on the gate to the Heaven of Wind. “Sometimes the memories seem more like dreams, and too much for my fragile mortal mind. The time is incomprehensible—and that’s even before taking into account the man whose soul inspired Oschon’s existence.” He turned to Aeryn again. “Am I still not real, merely a construct?”
“Of course you’re real. And so was Oschon. Just born of humanity, like anyone else.”
“Hydaelyn created the Twelve,” he reminded her.
“From the energies of Her comrades. To perform roles and duties for which mankind worshiped them for, and in so doing, altered irrevocably.” She sighed. “And my feelings on Hydaelyn—on Venat—are likewise still complicated.”
“I understand that,” Deryk agreed. “I did not feel so before, but now? It’s a strange thing indeed. I’m not the man who aided in Hydaelyn’s creation; he is long dead, his aether given to form Hers, a fragment of his remnant soul used to create that which men called Oschon. Me, with an omnipresent view and ability to stride across this world we so loved as either the concept of wind, or in this form.” He gestured to his body. “I sometimes wonder if we took on avatars because some part of us yet remembered and yearned to be mortal again.”
“I’m certain I met Nymeia and Althyk’s original selves in Elpis,” Aeryn said, scratching under the opo-opo’s chin. “I helped with creations they were evaluating, and described the rite of flowers for the departed when some creatures were lost in an accident with others. There was familiarity in their divine personas, but they didn’t remember. Not really.”
“Yet they never lost sight of who they were to one another,” Deryk said, that sad smile on his face again. “They never struggled with it, unlike Menphina and myself.”
Aeryn raised a questioning brow.
“Of course I loved her—who didn’t?” he laughed. “In our first life, she was a brilliant young woman, and it was no wonder her divine self became who she was, and set to the tasks Hydaelyn chose. And we cared for one another, as we Twelve were family in our way. But was any romance our own, or determined by the prayers of man?” he shrugged. “Divinity is malleable.”
“That’s one of the things I struggle with,” Aeryn said. “Should it be, or shouldn’t gods be set, in order to form and order the world, and guide their creations and humanity? Shouldn’t they be...something beyond man? Not just in power, but in origin as well?”
“The more we discuss this, what it feels like you most resent is the loss of unknowing,” Deryk replied. “That you feel faith must include the question of origin.”
Aeryn mulled that over for a moment. “That would be part of taking it on faith, wouldn’t it? Of deciding to give trust based on a hope there’s something more to guide the way.” She looked up at the instrument of blessing again. “But I know so much of the origins of our world, of the divinities, and how and why they came to be. I know what can be manifested with enough aether, but warped by those requests.” The opo-opo chirred as her shoulders slumped.
“And you know too well what has been lost—in most cases, by your own hand.”
She winced at that. “On request.”
“Who else could be trusted? Not just in power, but on...faith.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“It goes both ways, you know,” he said mildly. “Even if I know your origins—born of man, with dragon’s blood running in your veins, raised outside this land where we held the most sway, but rising in it to become the one who could learn the truth, see it clearly, and grant us our greatest desire.” He gestured to the engine swirling above them. “And now we have laid down our burdens, while ensuring our duty is secured forevermore. Because we believed in you—as She did.”
Aeryn frowned. “That’s not the same as faith in divinity.”
“Isn’t it?”
#final fantasy xiv#ffxivwrite2024#lyn writing#Endwalker#Myths of the Realm#Omphalos#Deryk#Baby Opo-opo#Aeryn Striker#Faith#Divinity#lots of questions no real answers
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//some nerds,may go over them
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baby opo-opo...... save me baby opo-opo....
#i cried bcs of baby opo#i was so scared for the ending but it was good#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#deryk#oschon#art#illustration#my art#drawing
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Carrying the bag of sandwiches close to her chest, Ashe smiled up at the baby opo-opo on her shoulder as they came upon Deryk. ...And Chrys'a. And Deryk looked like he was panicking.
Uh-oh.
"Deryk? Chrys'a....? Everything okay?"
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