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For every ☼ in my inbox, the muse has to tell you a fact about the mun.

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art-related munday meme

What got you into art? When did you start?

What type of traditional medium do you prefer?

What digital programs, if any, do you prefer?

Share some of your favourite pieces?

Who is your biggest inspiration?

What are your favourite genres of art?

What is a style of art you have been meaning to try?

What is something you struggle to draw or paint?

What is something you are really good at drawing or painting?

What is something you have been wanting to draw or paint more of?

What is something you have been meaning to draw or paint?

Do you like background noise when you art? Music? TV?

Where do you draw inspiration from?

How often do you draw or paint?

Any tips and/or advice?

Any tips and advice you would like to receive?

Do you do tutorials?

Do you take commissions?

Do you draw or paint for stories?

What is your favourite thing to draw or paint?

Favourite types of canvas/paper/etc?

Do you have a favourite pencil or brush?

Talk about a WIP?

Talk about something you are eager to do?

Most frustrating thing about art?

Most rewarding thing?

Have you ever done a collab?

Have you ever done an art fight?

Have you ever done drawtober/inktober?

Any favourite books on art?

Favourite artists?

What piece do you wish got noticed more?

Taken any classes?

Piece you didn't think would get noticed as much as it does?

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help i'm addicted to making npc pcs

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Haurchefant had heard rumor of a group of his knights being waylaid by some hungry wolves, and the adventurer who had stepped in and helped them. He had to confess, he wasn’t expecting a tiny auri woman to be braver than his own knights, but it wasn’t size that inspired confidence – it was skill. And she must have had it, to brave the wintery realm and fight its monsters.

“Ah, so you are the one! I have heard tale of your bravery,” he told her easily, leaning down to hand her one of the steaming mugs in his hands. “All are welcome at our hearth, but those who have helped my knights are especially welcome. Please, feel free to stay as long as you like. And if you prefer it, the cream and sugar are at my desk.”

He nodded at her second comment, thoughtful. “Our winters here have ever been long and arduous, but only since the Calamity have they been endless,” he explained. “Oh, and you may call me Haurchefant, if you please.” He sipped his tea and nodded in approval. The servants here knew well how he liked it by now.

“But I am afraid you have me at a disadvantage now,” he went on. “What shall I call you?”

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It was not a rare thing to see adventurers in Camp Dragonhead. Many came in looking for work, still more searching for respite from the eternal Coerthean winter. The latter was the case with the young au ra Haurchefant had spotted huddling at the hearth. She was dressed all right for the cold, clearly prepared for it – many came in with too thin of clothing, thinking they could withstand the cold, and were properly chastised when the winter winds blew through their pitiful gear. But this adventurer was not one of them, and for that, Haurchefant commended her. The camp could barely afford to properly outfit adventurers when they had to worry about keeping themselves warm, after all. As she was an au ra, a race rarely seen this far west, Haurchefant was certain he would have remembered her coming in before. He was good with faces and names besides that, as well. So an introduction was in order. (And possibly an excuse to get out of some paperwork.) He had a steaming pot of tea on his desk, so he poured two cups before abandoning the letter he had been writing and making his way over. The poor girl was huddled so close to the flames that he thought she might catch on fire if she got even one ilm closer, which made it clear that, despite having dressed for the weather, she was not used to it. Well, a spot of tea would do her some good, then. “Well met, adventurer!” he called as he stepped closer to her. “You seem ill suited for our weather here, but our hearth is always open to travelers. Please, be at ease, for you are ever welcome here at Camp Dragonhead. Would you care for a cup of tea to warm up?”

The Ishgardians she had encountered thus far weren't nearly as ... bullish as she had been warned. Perhaps it was because they stayed outside of the large, wrought iron gate dividing Coerthas from the city proper, she thought; they had been aloof, but not frigid.

At least - that was her first impression. Maybe their attitude had less to do with where they were located and more to do with the fact that she had aided a straggling handful of them with a curious pack of wolves.

The adrenaline of combat had long worn off, however, and she had returned to gently despising the area. Tataru had fashioned her a coat and long gloves, but she had not warned her how deep the snow would be, nor that it would collect in the lip of her boots and melt.

Alta would have to speed up her search. The less time she spent with snow caked on her ankles and around the tines of her tail, the better.

When the lady knight she had assisted encouraged her to take a breather in the outpost's main building, she didn't have to be told twice. Her exposed fingertips had felt like they were nipped by the frost, her nose near dripping from the cold. The adventurer had little mind for anything else but the hearth once she laid eyes upon it, beckoning her like a warm embrace.

Fires were universal, no matter how far she traveled the realm. Each place had found their own ways of keeping it their own - some folk buried it within the ground, as if cupping it within a rocky palm would keep it eternally; some formed it from well-chopped logs, and others out of blackened bricks that coughed forth billows of smoke. The popping of flames felt familiar and friendly, even as one such spark sprung from the stone hearth and threatened to roost upon her knuckles.

Maybe she had been a bit greedy with the warmth, it warned.

Just as that flicker of flame came for her, so did another, voice beckoning. She lurched out of her crouch, tail curling around her leg sheepishly as Alta gazed up at the source of the words.

The Elezen was not dressed far differently than the other soldiers; however, he spoke to her as if the hall were his own, as if verbally spreading his arms wide for her to take it all in. Alta hesitated, gaze flickering from his person to the cups he held aloft.

"I - ... meant no intrusion," she said, cautious despite the friendly way he greeted her. "I think - ... I assisted some of your charges. Outside the camp. They bid I come warm up," she explained. And then, a small, scornful sort of awe came into her voice, as if she were both impressed and annoyed in equal measure:

"I ... hadn't seen snow in such abundance before. Tea would - ... would be wonderful, ser. Thank you."

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“Lady Faelux,” Haurchefant greeted warmly, a smile gracing his face and two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands. A smile that almost faltered when he saw that the rumors were true – the Warrior of Light was not allowing herself the rest and relaxation she most certainly deserved, after her ordeal. Haurchefant was a busy man himself, keeping up with the men stationed at the camp and doing paperwork on top of that, and he had yet to see Faelux’s busy behavior firsthand.

That, of course, did not mean he was not paying attention to her. He noted her absence when he was taking his meals, or when he would go to his chambers to head to bed. She was simply never around. When he had inquired after her, his men told him the facts: that she was working herself to the bone.

Haurchefant understood the need to keep busy to ignore the troubles of the world. But there was a point where one went too far, and from what he understood, Faelux had hit that point and blown right by it.

“I have no news just yet, but I have arranged a meeting with my father for later this tenday,” he answered her, setting down a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. “I am certain I can convince him, if only I can talk to him in person. There is much one cannot put into writing, no?

“At any rate, I hear you have been hard at work around the camp these days,” he continued. “Take a moment and sit with me.”

@thesilverfullcr, maybe someone should tell her not to overwork herself...

No, I can't stay idle.

In the time since her arrival, nigh silent with blood spattered on the tan skin of her face, Faelux had hardly stopped doing tasks around Camp Dragonhead, whether prompted or not. A hood usually obscured her features these days, hiding heterochromatic irises and ivory horns to better ensure those searching for the 'Warrior of Light' would have a harder time spotting her. Such traits were too... noticeable. They would only serve to put Tataru and Alphinaud in greater danger, if the Crystal Braves or the Brass Blades dared to come to Camp Dragonhead, as it was easier for the two to 'blend in'.

If she wasn't using her black magic to help keep monsters at bay, she was doing other things; making alchemical solutions of various kinds to either guard against the frigid cold or mend wounds, or using what little knowledge of other trades to mend equipment.

That is to say, the so-called 'Warrior of Light' had hardly stopped since arriving at Camp Dragonhead, seeking refuge from her homeland after the sultana's murder. Whether it was to stave off the cold or keep thoughts she'd rather not entertain at bay, it did cause some talk. Even now, tucked away in the 'Falling Snows', she was tinkering away with a few small goldsmith's tools, a pair of damaged earrings laid before her. Had the door not been rather loud when it was opened, she may not have noticed the familiar Elezen walk in.

"Ah... Apologies, I almost didn't see you come in, Lord Haurchefant." she finally speaks, "Has there been any word from the Holy See yet?"

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“Nervous? To approach me?” Haurchefant asked, somewhat surprised. They had been friends ever since they were children, as it were. He would have thought his appointment at Camp Dragonhead would have seen her less reluctant to come in and ask for help.

But then again, asking for help was not really Eliane’s way. She had tried so hard to manage the finances of her family name, all on her own, and no one had given her the help she needed. When one is forced to look after oneself for so long, it seemed that they would grow less inclined to seek help when things were beyond their control.

“Of course I will help you. I shall do everything in my power to get you at least a place to stay and a meal to eat,” Haurchefant went on. “I do apologize for having to employ you to get that much, but you know how people are. I assume it is still better than what you endured before we found you.” He nodded to her. “How is your stew?”

She nods. Continuing to slowly enjoy her meal. She just really wanted to enjoy it. She was also mentally preparing herself to have to meet new people. It's been a number of years since she had spoken to people. Her only company has been her familiar. She'll do her best, but after having a fresh meal and sitting in a warm building, she's relaxed enough to realize how tired she really was.

She wasn't going to admit it. It was rude not to meet the others. At least she still knew the manners that were ingrained in her head.

"I have to say. I've been nervous to approach you since you started the position here." She eats another piece of lamb. "After everything that happened..."

She couldn't find the words to describe what happened the day she lost everything. Before the heavens ward knights showed up, she had a bad headache and swore she could see them coming prior. She knew what they were coming to say. But given the headache she had, she tried to ask for them to come back later. But that proved to be a mistake. Losing her home was embarrassing enough, she just had to flee from the city. Especially when she was feeling so off.

"I was scared no one would help me. But seeing a familiar face in general has helped a lot."

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drafts here and on @theazureblade are finished and queued. next i will tackle my inbox, but i don't expect to get very far because i leave work in less than an hour! D: maybe i will do some at home, though. you never know. stranger things have happened.

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i use a custom title mod in game and it's extremely funny every time i have to play as a different character because...

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GAIUS?

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GAIUS?

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previous post cancelled i like ffxiv again

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😀, 😃, 😊 You're a sweetie and it shows!!

😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person.

you're too nice! thank you! i'm glad i don't seem to come off as a scary person, lol. the same is true of you! you're one of the first people on here who reached out to me -- if not the first -- and i appreciate that a lot!

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😃 - To me, you are easy to approach :D

oh that's good to hear. i know people can be hard to approach just out of one's own anxiety, especially cool people like me. B)

no but seriously, i'm an awkward and shy potato, and very bug-like in that i am more scared of you than you are of me. i promise.

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has anyone else noticed how strange it is that there are polar bears in coerthas? coerthas wasn't snowy all the time until the calamity, and nothing it borders has wintery climates. where did the polar bears come from???

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Intimidation Meme

Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you. 😐 - You seem a little distant from others. 😓 - I feel like you would not really like me. 😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you. 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool. 😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork. 😧 - Senpai, notice me???? 😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you. 😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot. 😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to. 😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes. 💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE

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☂ What’s your best RP experience?

@blxxditout asked: ☂ What’s your best RP experience?

☂ What’s your best RP experience?

really clicking with someone new! sometimes you find someone who has cool hcs and a cool character and you really want to write with them but you don't know how, and then they post a starter call or a meme or something like that, and you tentatively send something in, and they reply and you're like OH THIS IS GREAT ACTUALLY and the next thing you know, you're mutuals on discord and talk every day. good times.

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⚌ Who inspires you? && ⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?

⚌ Who inspires you?

people who put all this love and dedication and hard work into fleshing out their characters, particularly ocs! i know ffxiv lends itself to writing an oc, but i'm still amazed at how many ocs i see. i'm a little intimidated by it, as a person who generally prefers to write canon characters. it's really great to see! i love the hc posts everyone does and reading about these histories i hadn't ever thought of -- canons and ocs alike.

⚑ Have you been forgiven for a mistake you’ve made?

in general, yes, of course i have! in the rp scene...i'm struggling to remember anything specific. i'm not saying i haven't made any mistakes -- of course i have! i'm just trying to think of something major that i might have done. i don't know. i'm sure i've had to have been forgiven before, though.