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The Unending Coil of Bahamut

(screenshots taken by @the-littlest-kojin)

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In the words of the Lockpicking Lawyer, "Now I'll do this one more time to show that it's not a fluke."

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I have to go do things can y'all watch this menace for me?

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Something that isn't very obvious from my gposes is that Kabniel is only 5'2", lol. She just projects tall girl energy.

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Mizuki 'I found a corner to sit in' Motte.

"Oh. A loft area. I can watch the party from above."

Jail! Jail for Mizuki! what are her crimes?!

She ate too much cake.

She was anti-social during a party.

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-- lovers.

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she could kill me if she wanted to i wouldnt mind

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possible new outfit for miss ophianne,,,, think she's missing a necklace yet 人´∀｀)

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i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black in my bed at three. - you're too sweet for me.

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MiqoMarch Day 9 - Flower

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Screenshot and writing snippet

MAJOR ENDWALKER SPOILERS BELOW (Characters mentioned in the piece belong to @the-littlest-kojin)

The sky becomes reddened, stars start falling. This is the end of days. People start turning into blasphemies around us, and the scions.

As the scions battle some of the blasphemies, I notice quickly that it’s people in a disturbed emotional state.

Disturbed...emotions…..

Vo! I gotta get to her!

I teleport away immediately, Shio can handle things here. I don’t even take the time to sign where I’m going.

I can’t hear myself speak, but I try speaking aloud to tell Feo Ul where I’m going, they’ll be able to tell Shio.

I pop into Reunion. Vovoca Voca is darting between others, I see her mouth moving quickly. I sprint up to her, and sign, “Vo! Why are you talking? Your curse!”

She starts speaking without signing, and I feel my own emotions flare out of control. I immediately use Iremia’s calming magicks on myself, and sign again, “I can’t hear you.”

Vo calms down slightly and signs, “If I keep speaking people won’t transform. Their emotions change too rapidly.”

I take a very deep breath.

And sign, “Ok, you may stop, I can handle this.”

The cacophony of voices in my ears fade away as I pull deeply from my Ancient counterpart.

A wave of emotion magic washes over reunion. The entire zone becomes a tranquil grove amid the desert.

I begin to sweat, and my stomach churns. My body does not like this. But I push on, trying to cover the entirety of the Steppe.

I cannot let harm come to this place. I will NOT let harm come to this place.

I keep pushing and feel my consciousness slip for a second, but refocus and pull deeply from Phoenix’s aether.

I sit on a crate so I don’t fall over, and Vo hops next to me, trying her best to comfort me as I definitely push my body further than I should.

I sign to Vo, “I’m ok. I can handle this. I won’t pass out. But can you fetch me as many cups of coffee as you can?”

She nods and runs off, darting between various merchants. She returns with several people, multiple carrying either pots, machines, or cups of coffee. I begin to down cup after cup to try and stay alert enough.

The sweat drops down my face, and down my back, like a river. My entire body throbs and aches from the exertion.

Please Shio, please handle it without me.

I grip my head in pain, as the prayers in my ears surge with the end of days, and I try my hardest to stay awake to keep the Steppe safe.

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A not so quiet scene before the end of endwalker: Massive Shadowbringers and Endwalker spoilers characters mentioned belong to @the-littlest-kojin

I sit down on Archon Rayne’s couch, and pull out a book, and a quill. I try to start writing. “Warrior of Light, please save me.” “I need help Warrior of Light.” “Hydaelyn heed my prayers, guide us to safety.” “The Warrior of Light will save us.” The thoughts endlessly pour into my head. The throbbing never ceasing. A glow emanates through my sleeves – a blinding bright red. Red...I used to love the color, but now… “WARRIOR OF LIGHT WHERE ARE YOU?!” “Hydaelyn save us.” “Warrior of Light...if you’re out there….I need you now more than ever.” I hold my head, and Archon Rayne glances at me, and signs “Do you need to be put in a coma again?” I shake my head, and continue to try to write a letter. “Hydaelyn where are you?” “The Warrior of Light is strong.” The infinite stream of prayers screaming in my ears drowns out my own thoughts, drowns out any speech of those around me. A person I don’t recognize enters Archon Rayne’s office, they look like a student. I can’t hear what they’re saying. The words go on the page. I occasionally have to start over when I write a stray prayer I hear. “Azem, I need your strength.” “Where’s the Warrior of Light?!” “HELP US!” I’ve never felt so much pain coursing through me. I feel like I’m halfway in phoenix form. Archon Rayne can see everything I’m going through. I wonder what he’s thinking as he speaks to the student. My hand strays to absentmindedly touch my fresh Archon mark on my ribs. I got this, surely I can manage one letter. I owe it to her, at the very least. Shio deserves it. “I’m not worried about the upcoming battle, we have the Warrior of Light on our side.” Shio doesn’t deserve the weight of the world on her, I will happily shoulder this weight for her. I’m ok. I’m happy here. I’m handling this ok. “Warrior of Light, please save me.” “I need help Warrior of Light.” “Hydaelyn heed my prayers, guide us to safety.” “The Warrior of Light will save us.” “WARRIOR OF LIGHT WHERE ARE YOU?!” “Hydaelyn save us.” “Warrior of Light...if you’re out there….I need you now more than ever.” “Hydaelyn where are you?” “The Warrior of Light is strong.” “Azem, I need your strength.” “Where’s the Warrior of Light?!” “HELP US!” “Warrior of light-” “Azem-” “Hydaelyn-” “Warrior of light-” “Warrior of light-” “Warrior of light-” “Warrior of light-” “Warrior of light-” Stop stop stop, please just fucking STOP. Archon Rayne offers again, through sign, “Are you sure? My previous offer stands.”

I look at my sloppily written letter. I speak aloud, “Feo Ul, I need you real quick.” Archon Rayne hears, “Afnargle Spakrefon Lurgrapble.” surely thinking I’ve gone insane. Feo Ul appears, “You need a letter delivery?” I nod, and hand them the letter. “If….If I die, give this to Shio. And….can you give me some nice dreams in a minute?” Feo Ul nods, and disappears again. I sign to Archon Rayne, “Coma please, I need to rest before we set off in the Ragnarok.” As my eyes close, the prayers of everyone desperate for a saviour fade away. My thoughts linger on possible outcomes. I have a terrifying thought of what Omi told me. “If your aether gets more corrupted, you will turn into a Primal.” I have a flash of a vision of me, appearing as the Warrior of Light we fought on the first. But with phoenix wings, and using a samurai sword. I pray to Suzaku that this future does not come to pass. As I slip into sleep, I hope this rest lasts long.

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Shock

I stare at the limp body of my friend in front of me.

This is my fault.

The others look around the waking sands for any survivors. I should be doing that too.

I should’ve prevented Noraxia from joining. My heart breaks.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I don’t know whose it is. My eyes tunnel out everything outside of Noraxia.

I pick up my friend. I silently carry them out of the waking sands. I begin walking to Little Solace.

Home. My home. Our home.

If there was any attempts at stopping me, they didn’t work. If anyone tried offering a ride, I didn’t notice.

This is my fault.

I could have stopped this.

By what right do I have to call myself a sylph, when I caused this.

It’s night by the time I get to Little Solace. The sylphs greet me as usual, their mood souring when they see Noraxia in my hands.

I weakly explain what happened.

I offer full blame for Noraxia’s death on my own hands.

“These ones do not accept Lizzy one as the blame. Lizzy one has done Little Solace proud.”

The words echo off of my horns.

I climb a tree to get to my hut among the treetops. I saw my room earlier this morning, yet it looks more empty now. It feels wrong for me to claim this spot.

After a few hours of trying to sleep, but being unable to find it, I hop out of the trees. My landing silent aside from the thud of my tail slapping the ground.

I begin to walk into the dark forest.

I think about all of the ways this could have gone differently.

I think about how I could have prevented this tragedy.

I find myself at my broken home. The Frizzle household.

Where I should have died. Another child lost to starvation from the calamity.

Maybe a part of me did die there. A part of me died with my parents.

I walk into the derelict house. Pictures of a happy family are on the walls.

Some on the floor.

The floorboards are weak and rotted.

I can smell mold in the house.

Fungus, moss, and other plantlife have also taken root.

I find myself upstairs. My parents room still closed.

I open the door and see a present on their dresser.

“To Elizabeth, Happy 12th Birthday! With Absolute Love, Mom and Dad”

I feel the tears on my cheeks.

I open the box, too many years late.

A conjurer’s wand rests inside.

Memories of signing with mom flood my brain.

“I want to be an adventurer like you!”

“I want to heal people!”

Rotten.

No you don’t. You’re a weapon.

You can’t heal anyone.

You can’t even help your family.

I curl up on my parents bed.

I remember the nights when I had nightmares and would climb into their bed.

I remember my mom’s arms wrapped around me.

I remember the comfort I once knew, lost forever to time.

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A bit of farmhouse Odza for you lovelies, as a lil treat