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[lesenbyan]

Tomorrow I will get 100 BTN/MIN on Eve Tomorrow

[rainofaugustsith]

So - my fellow SWTOR-to-FFXIV friends, especially those who favor Sith worlds and characters...

...is it just me or do the 97 dungeon and Solution 9 look familiar? I feel like Rigel's hitched a ride on an Imperial cruiser to Dromund Kaas.

[inkybiird]

Also go ahead and post this too!

Super fast scribble i stayed up to late coloring of my final fantasy xiv character Rain.

[cosmerelists]

Could you do what cosmere characters would do in an open world game? (Breath of the Wild, for example). Who would immediately try to speed run the game and know nothing about it? Who breaks it immediately? Who actually plays it the way they’re supposed to?

Hello! So I'm really not much of a gamer--I asked my wife if I've played any open-world games (I've never played any Zelda games or Skyrim or anything) and she said "Don't Starve" and "Terraria" count. So this probably isn't exactly what you're looking for, but here was my "Cosmere charaacters play Terraria" list from way back when! https://www.tumblr.com/cosmerelists/718208425888268288/if-cosmere-characters-played-terraria?source=share

[zahnffxiv]

hrothtober day 3: sanctuary!!

one of the best things of my home sweet hideaway is being able to enjoy the rain from the comfort of my bed!!

[male-viera-spotted]

Shitona Painter from the quest Painter on the Hill found in Tuliyollal!

[sae-mian]

⋆˙‧ playing dress-up ‧˙⋆

ft. @lilvulpix-alex's Raine

[cinlat]

Shout out to these ladies @tishinada @rainofaugustsith and Lyria for another successful hunt. The Great Hunt this time. Taking down dragon’s with the power of friendship....and brute force. A LOT of brute force.

Anyway, we decided to get out “fisherman’s picture” with our price and the cute little cat who sent us after the man eating dragon.

[moximous-kay]

To absolutely nobody’s surprise another Scug. This time one I just made up.

[spiribia]

actually i know quite a few games do this but i love in gw2 how if you stand on an uneven patch of ground, your character actually adjusts leg position to reflect that instead of just remaining level. look at me with one foot on the rubble heap

[lesenbyan]

ID: FFXIV screenshot of Eve and Cynthia with Aki sitting on their shoulders. Eve is a tan miqo'te with red hair, Cyn is an xeala with red-purple skin and red hair, and Aki is a xaela with blue-purple skin and black and pink hair. Eve's wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, tied in the front and open to show a red bikini top, with matching denim booty shorts and a bell collar. Cynthia wears a sleeveless shirt and matching mid thigh length skirt and has bright red scales. Aki is wearing a light pink shirt with lavender pants and tennis shoes and pink laces with pink and lavender scales. /end ID

tumblr will not let me do fuck all with my original post of this picture bc fuck me so time to just fuckin repost it so it can have the damn ID

[rainofaugustsith]

I came up with a platonic buddy fic with Rigel and Alisaie. Unfortunately locked to registered users of AO3 because of AI scraping, etc. Rigel has also informed me she had an Elezen parent, and not just a grandparent. Okay, good to know. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62491801

***

"He's my twin. I know you're trying to help, but you - you wouldn't understand," Alisaie snaps, scanning the vast expanse again. There must be something. Anything. Please.

Rigel stares at her for a long moment before reaching for the neckline of her armor. She extracts an elaborate square locket on a chain, unfastens the clasp, and offers it to Alisaie. "Are you sure about that?"

Alisaie raises her eyebrows, but accepts the locket when Rigel hands it to her. It contains a portrait; one of those high-quality paintings she's seen in Ul'dah from time to time. And the people in the portrait are undeniably a teenage Rigel and a teen boy who looks almost exactly like her, save for a pair of more prominently pointed ears.

"You were a twin?" Alisaie's jaw drops.

[tinytveit]

god the fps issues in zones is so awful. its raining, i look at rock, it is my max 59 fps, i turn the camera to the rest of the zone. 17 fps.

[terramythos]

FFXIV-tober Days 22-24 (Glamours) (aka an excuse to figure out gpose)

22 is a certified BANGER. to me

anyway the post is a little late today so i'll reblog it tomorrow morning too ^^

Day 22 - Color Palette (Swap)

i was a little stumped on this one but thank you @flame-of-tar-valon for inspiring me! since reapers are tied to the void i thought a sin eater/lightwarden take would be fun, especially since i already had the potd scythe laying around. since sin eaters are feral i incorporated talons and claws to contrast the more traditional angelic look. white and gold is definitely not a go-to combo for me so it was a challenge making something that didn't look like a white mage knockoff.

i LOVE how this turned out, i'll probably keep the glam in rotation to be completely honest lol. it's a shame you can't use fashion accessories in instances or i would have gotten some shots in Mt. Gulg or the Innocence trial arena.

Day 23 - Hike

got caught in the rain mid-hike, but our bunny always comes prepared!

this area of DT is so pretty, i knew pretty much instantly i wanted to do this prompt here

Day 24 - Childhood

not like canon or in character or anything but i wanted to capture a picture some kid's parents might take of them playing... promptly vandalized decorated by the kid in question.

i am a little embarrassed i didn't know there were stickers in gpose for the prompt literally called Sticker LMFAO

[cinlat]

These are my favorite photos. hahaha, especially the ones where Kass and Fynta are being absolute idiots, Rigel is absolutely encouraging them, and Lyria is just like....”Why am I always the ONLY adult in the room?”

@tishinada @rainofaugustsith Thanks for letting me tag along!

[nothingxs]

FFXIV Write // Tempest

It was raining that night, too.

Everything had been happening too fast. "Bozja is not somewhere people should go for glory," her master had told her later. But at the time, they didn't know any better. They had seen success after success. Perhaps not the most glorious of wins, but they had survived. Time and time again.

They felt galvanized. Infallible. Even as their previous sortie to Ghimlyt had endeavored to remind them that they were anything but.

The Empire had struck in the middle of the night. The camp was in disarray as members of the IVth Legion spilled forth, followed by their automated magitek creations opening fire upon the scattered, fleeing ranks. Celica ran, sword and shield in hand, cutting down attackers as best she could to try and buy others more time, even as the heavy rain turned the ground into muck and matted her hair to her forehead, caked in mud and blood. She screamed until she couldn't anymore, calling for the platoon to retreat, desperately seeking cover from the Empire's cannons and gunfire.

Their platoon had scattered through the night, many struggling to make their way through the southern entrenchments to the safety of Utya's Aegis to find succor. Old Bozja was a mess of ruins and hostile *things*, and escape was made only more difficult by the flooded terrain and the risk that any part of it might fall at any given moment, rocked by cannonfire.

She could hear others dying around her amidst the heavy rainfall, but she could not see them in the dark.

She knew there was nothing she could do but run.

She had eventually managed to make it back to the Aegis. Safe now, under the cover of the Magitek barrier that protected them from Imperial assault. With her were the few soldiers she could find, gathering them to help ease their way back. She ran into the tent, looking for her friends. Her heart swelled with relief upon finding Nenera among the people who had returned, the two colliding into each other's arms and sharing a moment with each other before Celica asked,

"Where are the others?"

...

It was raining that night, too.

The night after the breach of Lacus Litore. Where she'd fought like a rabid animal, in a hurry to save her friends from their fate at the IVth legion. The night after that successful campaign, once again spearheaded by the *one*.

The hero. The one who made miracles into reality. The one who survived the meteor.

The bodies had been collected and brought in. Identified. Tagged.

Nenera was inconsolable, her small frame overcome with grief at the terrible sight of what the IVth legion had done to them.

Celica could only stand there, eyes unfocused. Distant. The moment seemed so unreal. They had shared laughter less than a sennight ago. Ilysa had told another of her absurd stories. Renolt had goaded her and played along, all while Dameron continued to decry the absurdity of them. Nenera, smiling, eating quietly, leaning on her side.

They lay now, cold, still. Barely recognizable.

Nenera wept and clung to Celica's side, fists clenched so hard her nails threatened to pierce her own skin.

And Celica could only stand there, wondering where it had all gone wrong.

... It was raining that night, too.

When she had walked up to the front door of Dameron's home to speak to his family.

When she could only stand there, outside of their door. Eyes unfocused. Distant. As his father hurled insult after insult at her for her irresponsibility. For making them dream of something that they were not. For making them think they could be heroes.

He wondered why she hadn't died with them.

Maybe she should have.

...

It was raining that night, too.

When she held Nenera's cold body in her hands, smaller than it had ever seemed, after Nenera's struggles with her guilt and pain had overwhelmed what little will she had left.

...

She sat, slouched over onto herself, on the back of a chocobo-drawn carriage headed from Ishgard down to Ul'dah. A bottle of cheap liquor dangled from her hand, lazily hanging between her thighs, her clouded gaze focusing on nothing. A heavy blanket laid atop her frame.

She faded in and out of sleep, huddled up against crates of goods, until something disturbed her sleep. The sound of an arrow embedding itself into the cart.

A small group of bandits. From what she could tell, no more than three had approached the merchant leading the cart. Perhaps more in the bush. They were likely in the Shroud, given what she could see through the slits in the tarp covering the back.

She reached to grasp at her longsword.

So this is all there is, then.

It was raining.