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So I started playing Final Fantasy XIV like, a month ago and i just finished ARR but,,,

this is my potato. 

I will die for him.

Silly scrungly little machine man… I patpat his head and tell him how cute he is.

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Vavalyr Fafalyr © me

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nothing bad will ever happen to lilja i will make sure of it

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I love the FF14 starting gear, but alas, the Miqo set is nothing Tam would ever be caught dead wearing, so I thought it’d be fun to revamp it to suit her!  I’m sure it’s been done before, but it was a fun exercise~

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𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴

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auraugust day 1 - portrait. bolt from the blue.

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The justice inside me, the ego fending me                   Rationalize my sin .

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since hanami busted her dominant arm at the end of 6.0, there were several weeks where she couldn’t put on her signature makeup (and she wasn’t about to let anyone else do it for her).

presenting: Cursed Scrubbed Lizard.

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fall into me, the sky’s crimson tears / abolish the rules made of stone.

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—i’ve quite warmed to you! ☀️

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loose the tongue

fluffuary day 12: first “i love you”

i admit this one stumped me, and in related news i owe emmer aethernoise vance my life.

“I love you,” Alisaie sniffled, “so much.”

“Uh-huh,” Hanami grunted, and leaned forward to deposit the poor girl on the bed.

The Crystarium had never been quiet for as long as Hanami had seen it, but since the permanent return of the night it seemed to be trapped in a feedback loop of nonstop revelry to make the pixies proud. Every night was a night to make merry at the Wandering Stairs, apparently, and although she herself had retreated to relax under of one of the elf-trees outside the Pendants, Thancred had spotted her while busy wrangling an equally-drunk Alphinaud and had happily foisted half of his burden onto her. Alisaie’s shirt reeked of cider in a way that made Hanami suspect she had spilled her final drink of the night.

“I do!” Alisaie insisted, despite the listless way she slumped against the headboard. “You’re so…so strong! And you worry all the time! And”—she paused to hiccup, and then squinted while she recovered her train of thought—”and you’re really strong!”

“You said that,” Hanami reminded her. The water left in the pitcher on her desk was lukewarm, but that was fine; she filled the tin mug halfway and returned to press it into Alisaie’s hand.

“I mean here,” Alisaie said, and (apparently forgetting she was holding the mug, which thankfully didn’t spill) gestured in the vague direction of Hanami’s collarbone. “Like in the, the heart. Really strong! You care so much, and you take care of us, even if you’re a bit rude about it, and I love you,” she repeated, “so much.”

Hanami reminded herself that at Alisaie’s age, she’d followed her nights of drinking by starting fistfights, so there were worse things to be doing. “I know,” she said. “Drink that and eat some of these crackers.” The little sleeve of salt crackers bounced on the rumpled bedspread when Hanami tossed them, and Alisaie stared at it in bewilderment.

Eating the crackers and drinking her water apparently required so much concentration that Alisaie couldn’t keep talking, which was fine. Hanami cracked the window to let in the breeze and deposited a wastebin next to the bed, and took the chance to refill the mug again when Alisaie was busy trying to figure out how to hold two crackers in one hand.

Eventually—after helping Alisaie wiggle out of her cider-soaked jacket, and replacing it with a ratty sweater Hanami dug out of her wardrobe—Hanami shut off the lights, retreating to the window seat in anticipation of a night spend half-sleeping, listening for movement (and sudden bouts of sickness).

“I love you so much,” Alisaie slurred, muffled by the pillow she’d mashed her face into. “I’m gonna buy you ice cream.”

“I do not want any ice cream, Alisaie,” Hanami said. “Goodnight.”

“Okay,” Alisaie said. Then: “I’ll buy you a sword.”

Hanami sighed. 

“All right, Alisaie,” she said. “Goodnight.”

“Love you,” Alisaie mumbled one more time, and began to snore.

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                                                             Ft. @spiral-cut​

“Now you might’ve heard o’ me as the scourge o’ Limsa, the dastard defiler, the pleasure plunderer, the famed mimic slayer o’ Vylbrand, seducer of every milkmaid ‘tween the Straits of Melthor n’ the Indigo Deep, en a right rotten thorn in the arse of every Yellowjacket… but I assure ye I ain’t no criminal- I’m an outlaw.” 

- Theralt, likely moments from shaking down a hapless adventurer.

A very special thanks to the usual suspects who always indulge my every request:                                                              @silvernsteel​                                                              @kukurubean                                                              @mirugaidoesthings                                                                      @ex-atomos

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                                          -Sword of the South-

Credits: @ylaziel​ | @silvernsteel​ | @rhotdornn​ | @ex-atomos​ | kaylen | @meandering-mind​​

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Invincible Under the Sun

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WITH JUSTICE SHE JUDGES AND WAGES WAR

AND HER HAND IS IMPARTIAL AS THAT PALE RIDER DEATH

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the only screenshots i have are in a spoiler-y zone right now but i am making giant googly heart eyes at hanami in the new raid shirt thank you and goodnight

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We were just adventurers trying to make our way. An odd job here, a favor there─we never aspired to be Warriors of Light.

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“When you truly understand what is at stake, and your journey has prepared you to surmount the insurmountable…then shall I honour the promise made in another time. Another age.”

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