#drest

[the-pentaparty]

OC DOODLES, featuring in no particular order ocs from @radicalrainbow @oneofthosenightbees @vulpesradical @google-crohns @kitty-merchant

[mosthuggableffxiv]

Round 1A: Drest vs Gilgamesh

"He's an alcoholic who lives alone in the rainforest. He very clearly suffers from PTSD and all the WoL cares about is wine. HE IS SHAKING AND CRYING ALONE IN A HUT IN THE RAINFOREST! He can never return home and he has no friends and no family."

"Both would give good hugs and may need a hug: has spent quite a lot of time potentially being infuriated and exasperated by Hildebrand, and also keeps losing track of his beloved chicken dog :c"

[shellyscribbles]

Hallendrest Lore

Working out how Drest broke Hallendrest. Haven't yet decided if this is canon or not.

"Halvar?"

Drest opened his eyes.

They killed me! he thought. Those insolent little...children?

His children? No, their children.

But they couldn't have children.

No, they had one, several lifetimes ago. No, wait, he had one. They had adopted their daughter but she had died.

He squeezed his eyes closed again as the many lifetimes of memories assaulted him. All the memories that he had lost through the countless years he had lived. So much time had passed.

Yes, that was right, they hadn't had children. They couldn't. But they had created beings, races on their world. They were gods on Hallendrest and their subjects had killed him.

Drest, once known as Halvar, sat up, which was strange. He never appeared in the Line laying down before.

"What did you do?"

He looked up at Zuriel who looked past Drest at something. He frowned. There shouldn't be anything to see in the Line. He turned to see what his friend was looking at and was shocked to find a strange image of what seemed to be…everything. There was the impression of worlds and realms and the jagged gaps between, but just before them was the only relatively clear image: Hallendrest.

"What the..." Drest muttered as he rose to his feet. He turned away from the mind-numbing image and found that they stood in a small gap between the strange image of Hallendrest and something he’d never seen before. It was just as vast as the universe he had gazed upon with Zuriel, but it was all one. Filled with light and joy and life.

"Is that the house of souls?" Drest asked as he stood staring, awed by the sight.

Zuriel pulled his eyes away and turned to face Drest. “Yes," he turned back to Hallendrest, gesturing with his hand. "What is this?"

Drest tore himself away from the beautiful world of light and turned to face Hallendrest. It was a strange image. It was all of Hallendrest, both in small scale and full sized somehow. It was almost nauseating.

Which was another weird sensation he shouldn’t be capable of in the Line. He had no body here. What was wrong with the Line? The space where his immortal soul waited for the phoenix to revive him. It was as if the Line itself had become a small cord beneath them.

“Halvar?” Zuriel asked after the pause.

"It's Hallendrest." He said quietly. "It's the world we made."

Zuriel frowned. "Why can we see it?" He looked back toward the house of souls. "The line is so thin here."

Halvar shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“You’ve been gone a long time.” Zuriel said. It sounded almost like he was thinking out loud rather than addressing Drest. “It’s been thousands of years since you last came.”

“It has been a long time.” He narrowed his eyes, a specific image was rising to the surface, the already strange image warping before them. “I think I forgot. A lifetime must have passed. You would think I would remember dying regularly.”

Zuriel gave a brief laugh.

              He felt a stab of annoyance at his friend laughing at the fact he had lived so long he forgot that when he died a phoenix would revive him. Perhaps that was why Vontis seemed so upset. He could see her now. She sat on a mountain she had brought up to get his fallen body and herself out of the battle. It was something she had done before, though never on this scale and she certainly didn’t remember it.

              It seemed to be a sort of reflex she had when he died.

              Or when he died in battle at least which had been surprisingly rare. It had taken him some nine thousand years to die the first time. A fact he was sure of at the moment with all of his memories.

"Vonts," Drest’s voice was soft and full of longing. The many lifetimes of their lives together sat in his heart. He’d never had to see her like this before, from so far away. And she was frantically shaking his body, screaming mutely.

A sharp cry resounded around them causing both men to wince and look up where a great bird of fire flew. It made to dive at them, screeching, then circled and tried again before flying away over Hallendrest.

Drest frowned again. That wasn't right, was it? He didn’t normally see the phoenix come, but the bird seemed frustrated and he circled, repeatedly diving toward Hallendrest, but stopped as it seemed to come against some unseen barrier.

"No," Drest said, cold fear shooting through him. His Phoenix couldn't reach him to resurrect him. What happens to an immortal soul if his body can’t come back? What would happen to Vontis?

He took three quick steps toward the image of Vontis, reaching for her, calling her name.

The image suddenly blurred as she moved nearly faster than he could see.

Horrified, he jumped back and the image ceased its movement. There was now a structure around her, over the top of the mountain and she sat slumped against the wall, rags and bones on the ground before her.

He stared at the scene wide-eyed. What was happening?

"I don't understand." Zuriel said. His voice sounded strange, choked. Drest was too confused and horrified to register how his friend must have felt seeing her after so many lifetimes. "I need to speak to The Great Creator." Zuriel said as he slowly turned away from the pitiful image of Vontis and walked quickly back to the House of Souls.

Drest wasn't sure how he knew, but as soon as Zuriel turned he knew the Line would vanish. He turned and reached out as he tried to open his mouth to cry out, but it was too late. Zuriel had already crossed the barrier that had rejected him.

Drest felt the space that had barely been there to begin, vanish. His soul was jerked back to Hallendrest. He screamed as the terror of what would come filled him. What would happen to an immortal soul, banned from The House of Souls when his body was nothing more than bones and dust?

He felt himself hurdling back toward the ground much as he did upon being resurrected, but this was different. Before, he always felt himself shrinking, shedding the larger mind that were his memories, the ones he couldn’t hold. This time he felt himself rip apart.

His very soul let out a sort of shriek as it shattered and scattered out across the world. Each fragment hurdling faster to the ground, gaining speed as they neared the ground.

Then he hit.

Over and over. One collision and a thousand all at once.

He took a sharp breath. Hundreds of breaths.

It was agony. His mind was suddenly filled to the brim with not only his own mess of lifetimes but several extra. A hundred names echoed through him until...

"Oren?" A gentle voice asked. "Oren, dear, can you hear me?"

He opened his eyes. A beautiful woman's face marked with concern hovered over him.

For a moment he lay confused. He'd never seen her before, except he had. It was his beloved Seriah.

He squeezed his eyes closed again. Who was he?

"Oren?"

Stefin?.... Alric?... Chasok?...

"I broke. I'm broken. Shattered." He muttered.

"What?" Seriah asked, alarmed.

Vontis!

Oren shook his head and sat up. "How strange." He looked around him. The name of the goddess Vontis echoing in his mind. And a deep longing.

"I feel strange." He said as he allowed Seriah to help him to his feet.

"Let's get you inside."

"Yeah," he said and shuddered.

[boag]

This fashion game I’ve been playing for years that gives you a bunch of daily styling challenges relevant to current events in fashion and pop culture is my favorite . They’re right it’s Ayo Edibiri’s year!

[jgdrest]

It’s been too long. I hope all of you are happy, healthy and horny.

[navarchus]

tag drop me hearties.

[janiedrest]

A symptom of the universe is written in your eyes

[janiedrest]

[orkidays]

haven't felt this Insane abt dream in a long time like. Hello

[nozomikei]

XIV will go to great lengths to ensure I don't forget about the deaths of characters like Haurchefant and Moenbryda, but honestly Wilred is always the death that hit me hardest. It's been something like 8 years now, but I've never forgotten that loss, the helplessness I felt upon learning what happened to him.

Don't worry, I'm not the same stripling you met in Little Ala Mhigo. I've prepared myself to fight the evil I now know is out there.

[mosthuggableffxiv]

i have drest propaganda actually. do the postmoogle quests (available in Limsa after finishing prae) and specifically the quest "Lone Survivor" and then tell me he isn't in need of several hugs. he doesn't even know if his family is alive!!!! he feels so stuck in the past and it's no fault of his own!!!! idc about the ~unknowable torments~ other characters have been through, NOTHING can compare to the mundane horror of a hostile empire invading your country, forcing you to fight for them, and then sending the rest of your squadron after you when you have the gall to run away. and i actually think he'd be a good hugger once he gets used to it. a little bony but holds on tight. he's a grown man and i have adopted him. vote drest or else

Okay as an individual I have so many feelings about Drest and I want to help him so badly.

[7loveneverfails]

I figured out the mechanics needed for the ending of my Hallendrest story.

Just need to work out why Drest dying made Hallendrest begin to die.

I have worked out why Vontis could sustain the world and why Drest got stuck being dead when he is immortal. As well as the nature of their immortality.

It's funny to me that I ended up making it what is basically another Vale story.

[mommybubblebabyz01]

I ’am mommy looking for someone who to takes care of 24/7 drests her baby and put a a him on diapers and breast feed if you interested

[writing-with-sophia]

Medieval Names for male

Alaric: German for "ruler of all."

Aldous: Italian and German for "old, wealthy."

Archibald: German for "genuine, bold, brave."

Arne: Old Norse for "eagle."

Arthur: Celtic for "bear; strong man.""

Bahram: Persian for "victorious."

Bard: Gaelic for "poet" or "singer."

Bartholomew: Hebrew for  "son of furrow” or  "son of Ptolemy."

Benedict: Latin for "blessed."

Bertram: German and French for "bright raven."

Björn: German and Scandinavian for "bold as a bear."

Burchard: English for "strong as a castle."

Cassian: Latin for "vain."

Cathasach: Gaelic for "brave."

Charibert: German for "glorious warrior."

Conrad: Old German for "brave counsel."

Crispin: Latin for "curly."

Cyprian: Greek origin name that means "man of Cyprus."

Daegal: An Anglo-Saxon name with Scandinavian roots that means "dweller by the dark stream."

Drogo: Old German name for "to bear" or "to carry."

Drustan: Believed to be derived from the Celtic and Gaelic word "drest" which means "riot."

Dustin: Old English for "dark stone" and German for "valiant fighter." It also means Thor’s stone.

Elric: English for "wise ruler."

[janiedrest]

This pic probably won’t make the cut, but f it

[loujestrous325]

hello. i have food for you.

gustav belongs to @bandagegirl

dante belongs to @lordiedams

drest belongs to @google-crohns. witness design drawn by me

jack belongs to @/alaughingjack on discord

(yet to finish all the) doodle requests (i got).

and now actual food.

[sfw but SUGGESTIVE. DON'T READ MORE IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.]