#I just finished heavensward!

[oooocleo]

🦪

[1driedpersimmon]

Scus the //blood I was having feeling and decided the best solution was to dump Sesame in blood

And also Hauchie sweeping him off his feet because oh no

(And Sesame charm for myself hehe, maybe)

[lushslug]

alphinaud leveilleur

[aethermimic]

The End of Ascalon

The archbishop lay meekly on the ground, his body aglow as the aether composing his form flitted away. Moments before, the scene was quite different -- he had been a towering primal, a living facade of the ancient King Thordan -- but now, Oyuun thought, he was nothing more than a dying man.

He was mumbling words… something about a millennium of prayer. Oyuun wasn't listening; she didn't care. She numbly let her grimoire fall to the ground -- she didn't need it for the spell she was about to cast.

Her right hand curled into a cruel grip, as if to receive of a weapon. Her eyes closed, recalling… recalling that day. How she was pursuing that bastard archbishop; how she turned around and saw certain doom coming her way. How Haurchefant jumped in front of it to save her life.

Her eyes opened, her brow furrowed. In her grip aether began coalescing into a long, pointed shape. Her fingers were trembling, though whether it was because of fury or exhaustion, she could not say. The archbishop looked up at her, eyes darting around her form as if searching for something.

But Oyuun did not notice. She was remembering the sound of metal and wood buckling under pressure… the splash of red that gushed out of her friend's mouth when the lance pierced his armor. She remembered hovering over him, desperately studying the wound as Alphinaud tried to mend it. She remembered realizing how to undo the lance's magicks seconds too late.

A smile may better suit a hero, but Oyuun was not going to be a hero today. A near-perfect replica of Ser Zephirin's lance had formed in her grip. She stepped towards the archbishop in a broken cadence, lance in hand. He looked up at her, terror in his eyes, and pleaded,

"Who… what are you?!"

Oyuun's only response was to raise the lance and foist it between his eyes.

[azems-familiar]

this game is just pretty

[eggomancer]

hey!

[tinytveit]

caused her to transform for Not An Emergency and now she's yelling at you

[fell-court]

Oh! And that was the other thing

I ran Dun Scaith last night and managed to catch a couple of fun screenshots in the process ^-^

[pinkafropuff]

[welcome home]

it's loud. wind whipping through her hair, sounds stinging in her ears, dragons roaring to her left, her right, it's loud. so loud.

the reins are gripped tight, knuckle white- were her skin not so brown it may have shown in red or flushed dark, but she finds her skin won't even blister.

"And yet here you are, unscathed!"

stinging at her eyes. when the winds carry they, too, away, she exhales.

she would write that letter at home.

*

The room was empty. Peaceful and unoccupied, the room was so empty she could feel its nothing as she closed the door behind her. The bed was still undone, blankets and sheets pulled down as though he had simply gotten up from a nap, dressed, and left.

He left.

Poor Aran had naught to say to the infirmary, to the billowing curtains, to the blood-stained helmet near its window. There was no one to yell at, to speak to, to answer back when she said, "Stupid bastard," in a playful tone that belied the rage underneath.

"He's retired," Aymeric had said, a fond smile on his lips. "You remember his words, yes?"

She did. She was there. But it was so sudden that within her burned a bright and hollow shell of the light she once held, her torch toward the world diminshed.

He left me.

Dust and dirt near the walls, under dressers and drawers, turning the mundane brown into poisonous air. If she could breath fire she would; if she could breathe fire, all would become dust and dirt and poison, so it was glad she could not, at least for the rest of them.

The Dragonsong war was over, and standing alone in a room by herself, Aran Utar was sure now that there had been no survivors.

[graha-stan-account]

Estinien is definitely a guy who appreciates a good diagram. A quality visual aid. It would explain why he HOLDS UP NIDHOGG'S EYE EVERY DAMN CHANCE HE GETS.

[pomarrillo]

bro I cannot render SHIT in procreate it’s so hard 😭😭😭😭 it’s easier to be more detailed but it’s harder to work on a big piece w/o zooming in on one spot… anyway here’s some wols bc I just finished stormblood heheheh

[heart-of-the-party]

i wish people realise that being blunt is not the same as being mean (yeah this is about some of the interpretations of estinyan among fans)

[nedsseveredhead]

Ffxiv 6.4 yet? Pandaemonium? 👀

me and my friend have only played up to the first dungeon so far! (we’ve been in a really intense part of One Piece and have been watching that and theres only so much time in a night fjxnx) I like it so far! Really havnt gotten far enough to touch on anything but That Estinien Scene Huh.

I’m a little nervous to touch Pandae cause everyone on twitter has been in a huff about how like… bad at mechanics players can be and its like Oop That Me. Im considering making a macro to hit before every multiplayer experience thats like ‘hi i have brain damage and am just trying to progress the story im sorry im like this’

[lilunebriumplays]

i finished shadowbringers last night and it turns out my favourite game of all time has been out since 2019

[kayzis]

some shura doodles i did while running the praetorium

[warlordfelwinter]

got the short haired leggy boy back for heavensward