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sirensongsea · 11 months ago
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dancer mains when they're about to die
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i-am-spark · 1 year ago
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lily-ohfally · 2 months ago
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▻ The Crystarium, Norvrandt
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thecrystarium · 9 months ago
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aethernoise · 1 year ago
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pov: botanist mind going absolutely buckwild with the extremely delayed realization that these familiar sabotenders are growing from the head of a common gigantender in ahm arang
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friendlyeorzean · 9 months ago
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~away with the fairies~
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hrms-t · 1 year ago
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cosmicseashanty · 1 year ago
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Some coaster designs, back from 2021! It was fun designing these... they're still a staple in my store, and I'm hoping to perhaps make a second set based on Endwalker locales, in the future.
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disciple-of-frost · 1 year ago
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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ Beauty of the Night ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 
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remswrites · 6 months ago
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Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV (Shadowbringers spoilers) Relationships: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch & Minfilia Warde Rating: T+ Wordcount: 10,675 (complete)
"Even with her gift, she cannot hold them all. So I will do what must be done." He is a relic of a darker age. If he stays he shall be consumed by the tower… and he made it that way. The only decision left to him is when, and for once he would like to play the hero… or the villain, so the Warrior of Light will not save him. Minfilia shakes her head, ever so slight. "Exarch." He smiles. "I must." - Anointed by fate, guided to a dying shard that isn't theirs to save, to endure for the one who one day will. To change a past and safeguard a future. Many hands that put them there, but it will always be their choice to make. In the Crystarium, the Exarch receives a periodic, generational visitor.
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The early years are particularly perilous.
He is more limber then: his body not yet bound to the tower, and although he has taken to spellcraft, not a paladin yet. The young Crystarium newly risen on its plateau above the lilac woods of Lakeland as fragile as its namesake, a final observance rather than a nation, in need of every advantage he can give if they are to survive.
He arrives at the southern gate to find the sin eater recently perished. Already its overabundance of aether dissipates and a mauve hood covers the slayer's face and carefully shadows eyes, the barest hint of hair escaping past an expressionless mouth and they seem resolute, if not kind.
"I wish to speak with the Crystarium's leader," the stranger – they sound feminine, but he will not presume – says, and he catches the quiver of a gentle smile along with it. "Do you think this will serve that I mean no harm to his people?"
It's not why they did it. A convenient parlay, nothing more. The lowered shield bears the emblem of Eulmore – one less secret in the web of possibilities as to who they are for him to untangle, and the Exarch realises his own precautionary stoicism, that perhaps it is off-putting.
He clears his throat. If they do not know him by sight, a guard he shall be. "The Crystarium is open to all," he says, gesturing. "Although I would ask any traveller whence they hail."
He expects an island and gilded halls and a high tower. Perhaps allusions to further overtures and partnerships to ensure their two states flourish.
Instead the stranger speaks of other places. Of painted hills, and flowers. Of commerce, and hope, and loss. So much loss. Of places he knows as they should be.
He pictures it: as it used to be, when he closes his eyes.
"Home," he manages, the weight of its departure lodged in his throat, sounding more like the man he once was than what he has become. And recognition. "Minfilia."
She lowers her hood to empty blue eyes, forever marked by Her passing.
"Hello, G'raha."
She has wanted to meet with him for such a very long time.
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thefreelanceangel · 8 months ago
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Summer and Lyna :D
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Someone come take this pesky fae mystel out of her hair.
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While Lyna would rather not have to deal with Summer--notorious in the Crystarium for carrying out numerous pixie-inspired pranks--the little romance novelist finds Lyna to be absolutely delightful!
She's already written Lyna into a romance novel, but for some reason, Lyna doesn't want it published!
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sirensongsea · 1 year ago
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Bro Code
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jashikuarts · 11 months ago
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Thancred and Ryne running through a field in Norvrandt while Thancred wears his new favourite shirt. This was originally supposed to be a silly joke drawing....... but I got carried away LOL. -- My Vgen My Ko-fi My Storenvy
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talooooooo · 30 days ago
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a nice boating trip from norvrandt to kholusia
hyur is robin shiroi, a friend’s
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porta-decumana · 2 years ago
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Vierapril - Day 27: Location
A Stranger in a Strange Land
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friendlyeorzean · 10 months ago
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moments of respite on the First
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