#there are duskwights in ishgard

[akirakirxaa]

For absolutely no reason at all please reblog if you think grey or blue skinned Duskwight based characters can be Ishgardian.

[cosmicharm]

Children of the Moon

[fourfoldfires]

Roselin Belanger - Scholasticate drop-out, back-alley healer, and alchemist. Formerly of Ishgard, by way of Gridania, though the climate of Ul'dah seems to agree with him more. Will heal anyone free of charge, no questions asked; while his colleagues think him a soft-hearted idealist, it's a cross he's willing to bear.

[dearestcherry]

hello! this is very hopeful thinking, but i'd rather give it a try than not. i used to use twitter several years ago, and was mutuals with quite a few fellow elezen players. the decline of twitter forced people to move to other places, and it's been two-ish years since i withdrew from my profile. i stayed off social media for awhile, but i'm checking out tumblr again, which happens to be a completely different platform from all of those connections. attached are the two elezen of mine i posted about the most, and are old photos that were posted on the account back then. if you recognise them, please do comment, send me a message, or follow me. despite my choice to stop posting, losing all of my old final fantasy mutuals, friends, and people i had played with wasn't entirely something i'd planned. i also enjoyed attending elezen art parties and all-elezen content runs. i'd be so happy if i could get in touch with anyone again.

[elderling]

sketches of my new wol to figure out how i want to draw him ⚔️

[talnub]

Day 6 - Traveling to Gelmorra.

[nabaath-areng]

" Kära moder vår. "

[sirensongsea]

Saint Reymanaud Cathedral, circa 1552

[nolanel-corbeaux]

Finding Warmth

Life's breath in the candlenight Lost hearts in the dead of night It's a long way down To the place they found

Sometimes one can be caught in a storm along the road and it becomes important to seek shelter, a haven from the elements. Even though the world is cold to you, there is always a fire that sometimes you have to make yourself.

[faustinebellamy]

The city sleeps tonight...

[thedarknesssings]

"Push me down to my knees and take me where the dark things are." 🎶

[landshorizon]

She might look 'smart' but don't let those glasses and her Painfully Sharlayan Schooling fool you, this Duskwight is a true airhead!

This is another oen of my WoLs/OCs, using an old name/already level 90 alt slot, but a new face! Isn't she GORGEOUS!? The graphics update did so much good to the default fem Elezen sculpts I swear.

[cosmicharm]

"Do you find my hair unpleasant by some chance?"

[witchespromise]

What kind of candle has a wick on both ends?

[tovaicas]

anyways my friends activated my conlang brain and I've made smth insane as usual

red is influences, blue is Elezen-family languages, green is like a mix bc I see the Alliance cities as having a trade language (that critically is limited to them).

I see Duskwight as a separate language from Black Shroud Elezen (but sharing a lot - easy enough to learn for those speakers). Coerthan and all its derivatives are a whole different language under the Elezen umbrella and isn't mutually intelligible with BSE. Because they split so early, they probably don't share much more than root words and etymologies; within the same family so not difficult to learn for other speakers of Elezen languages, but very distinctly different.

(also I'm not listing them but the branches extend to include other diaspora Elezen languages)

[iso-calamistra]

On asylum in Ishgard.

Surrounded by all these people, I feel alone. And weightless, not weightless as in free, weightless as in... suspended. When I close my eyes, I'm still running in that tunnel out of Ul'dah, and everyone's behind me, and if I could just turn back—

It's not like the first few nights anymore, though. My self-pity has transformed into a sort of nihilistic glee. Little things make me laugh, and I can't find the reserves in me to feel any of the weight I know I'm carrying. Everything seems so tiny. Blurry. Far away. Whatever. Nobody's reading this. I don't need an artful metaphor.

Ishgard is cold and grey and everybody looks at me like I'm covered in blood, but hells, the shopping is great. Tataru and I came back to House Fortemps with our weight in clothes.

I know Alphinaud still blames himself, but he's just a boy. He should have never taken this all on. I'm the one who kept letting myself be distracted— I never told him of Riol's suspicions.

Too late now!

The dragonling told me I would find nothing but death here. It isn't scary anymore. It's a relief, having an excuse not to form attachments. Not knowing is so much worse.

If you're ever in Ishgard, wear your most outlandish outfit, and go to the markets. Nobody will throw you in irons there; they still want your business, but the faces they make defy current anatomical knowledge. It's fantastic.

A little easier to be alienated when you alienate them right back.

(Note to self, separate from the above journaling, since you won't trouble Haurchefant for more parchment: learn how to hold a damned sword. Can't be a healer if there's no one to heal. Pick up coffee next time you're out.)