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shadowbringers ✨ this will be a print for yeticon!

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m6s hard

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Someone asked which one of the scions Arthur was closer to during ARR (except Minfilia).... Arenvald was definitely one of them

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speaking of my illustrations im working on :)

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I have no idea what the fuck I am on about, go away.

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Pocket-sized Emmanellain and Sicard are here! ❄️⚓

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Verdant Photo Studio

Room 12, 27th Ward, The Goblet Balmung (Crystal DC)

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It's Showtime!

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happy fathers day to the one the only

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🌈 home is wherever i'm with you. ✨

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Reminder: This is what the "official" business of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn looked like Patches 5.0 - 5.3 while we were away in the First.

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junelezen day 7: death

"It was a noble death-" "It was a senseless death, Arlont! That's all any of this is! Senseless!" "Luxiene..." "How- how can you still be so blind? Our son is dead and you're still trying to pretend there's a point to any of this.

putting a lil lore exposition under the cut to avoid this getting too lengthy. holding up my messy ishgardian family like simba.

arlont, elsinne's father, is technically from the brume, though his mother was taken in as a servant by house fortemps before he was born. he's close in age to edmont, and they were firm friends from a young age as a result of this despite their vastly different stations. as he grew older, arlont trained as a knight, specifically serving house fortemps, and fought his way into earning some sort of place in ishgardian society. and his friendship with edmont morphed into more of a crush, as he started to realise he wasn't exactly heterosexual.

the idea of admitting to those feelings, though? unthinkable. despite their close friendship, he and edmont were still worlds apart, and arlont's place in ishgard's high society tenuous at best. so he buried his feelings, about both his so-called best friend and his sexuality, deep in his psyche, and instead married a noble girl from a family with close ties to house fortemps, luxiene de visellier. he had a close friendship with her too, though his feelings were entirely platonic, and it was easy enough to pretend he loved her. he hoped, if he pretended hard enough, that he would come to truly love her.

for a while, he and luxiene managed to put forward an image of happiness. they had two children, josselin and elsinne, and things were good. still, the longer he played pretend at being a doting husband to luxiene, arlont could only think of edmont. attempting to repress his feelings only made them grow stronger and harder to ignore. luxiene, too, began to sense that something was not right. it was hard not to notice; arlont wasn't exactly a subtle man. he wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was obvious to luxiene that his heart belonged to edmont, not her.

there was never a physical affair. edmont seemed to be the only person fooled by arlont's facade, and arlont intended to carry his secret to his grave. still, it was enough to stoke the flames of jealousy in luxiene's heart. and that jealousy rapidly morphed into hatred- first for edmont, then for ishgard as a whole, for the society that forced arlont to hide who he truly was, that made him lie to her, use her as a cover story under the pretense of loving her. she began to sympathise with the heretics, opening her eyes to what- from her scorned perspective- the dragonsong war truly was. their words were a salve to her aching wounds. she knew what walking this path meant- but if arlont could keep secrets, so could she. still, the tension was obvious, a festering rot in the foundations of the life they'd built.

things came to a head when elsinne was 15, and josselin 17. josselin had always idolised his father, always longed to fight in the war at his side. arlont had been eager to grant his son's wishes, and he'd proven a talented fighter, quickly surpassing most of his peers. he was already accompanying arlont on patrols and other duties, dressed in the same house fortemps colours luxiene had come to loathe.

there wasn't supposed to be a dragon that day.

it was a simple task- escort a trader from tailfeather to the city proper. josselin, ever eager to please, and perhaps a little arrogant, had insisted he could do it alone. this was, of course, ridiculous, but arlont trusted his son enough that he didn't need to accompany him. josselin left ishgard with two other novices.

hours later, only one of the boys returned, wide eyed and babbling something about a dragon attack.

they never found the bodies, but the image of it alone was enough to drive luxiene to madness. her son, in house fortemps colours, bleeding out to wounds left by dravanian talons in another senseless conflict. the fact that the dravanians started this conflict was lost on her. she was too far gone to see reason, too willing to blame ishgard for anything and everything, too distraught at the loss of her son to be told otherwise. a few weeks later, she would disappear without a trace- though whispered rumour spoke of her heresy. arlont wasn't the only one who was bad at keeping secrets.

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junelezen | day 7 - death

sometimes, despite it all, the hero dies at the end

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[ FFXIV ] if life is nothing but an endless race, you bet your ass i'm getting first place!

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get them out of the way!