#The Aetherials
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anh0ff · 1 year ago
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goddess descending
oc belongs to @pyrjunnie
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pyrjunnie · 1 year ago
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This was like, from yesterday but imma post it anyways. Here’s Pam :3
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nuesora · 1 year ago
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The Princess and the Paladin.
Ehh I've procrastinated on finishing this one for so long...
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fatedroses · 6 months ago
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Elidibus informing Emet of a pivot in their plans in the most messed up way he can manage.
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pomegranateteeth · 6 months ago
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this meme came to me in a dream from 2014
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magellanica · 5 months ago
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To go with my other Emet-Selch I drew. This time he's Happy.
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aetherialclutterbitch · 3 months ago
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masturbation as prayer is like the intro to godfucking
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whatsthisascianbullshit · 1 month ago
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Junelezen 2025 Day 14 - LIGHTNING -
"Thou shalt be the arbiter of my judgement."
Bonus because I couldn't choose but it didn't look right putting them beside each other
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urfavisananimegirl · 7 months ago
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Ranboo from the how to fail at ship Jumping AU
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Ranboo (How To Fail At Ship Jumping AU) is an Anime Girl!
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itsmeishmi · 2 years ago
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What if Hades was lurkin' around the Aitiascope? >:]c
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ahollowgrave · 1 year ago
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Just some lil' rambling about MSQ DT. For folks beyond level 96 in MSQ. Specifically something that is said to the WoL near the start of 96.
When the WoL and Erenville are repairing the traintracks they seek out the Hhetsarro people of Mehwahhetsoan to ask if they would part with tinder. We meet with Hhwato, the chief, and his son, Shepetto. Shepetto is excited to meet you and says:
<sniff> You've a most curious air about you. Of oil and steel, tanned leather, and the faintest hint of...
What he says next changes depending on race. At least, that's my best guess. Shepetto to Odette:
…fair winds blown from a distant shore, though I know not where. I gather you are not from these lands?
Shepetto to Yein, of @iron-sparrow fame:
...roses of a most unusual variety. I gather you are not from these lands?
Originally, I thought perhaps the job was what determined it as Iron was a PLD and I was a WHM at the time. However, Sif (of @whitherwanderer fame) got the same one as Odette despite being different jobs. So I went digging and found all the things Shepetto might say and there are 8 options, which aligns neatly with our 8 playable races. Anyway there is no point to this other than I thought it was neat when I realized it! And it was fun to puzzle over with my friends, and see in which ways Shepetto's comment fit them! I'm curious to know how well his comment resonated with your OC!
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anh0ff · 1 year ago
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garden of fragments
ocs belong to @pyrjunnie , @aetherprism , @casthe-ghost
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pyrjunnie · 1 year ago
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Waltz || Trust in me.
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fidesvirtusobsession · 5 months ago
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
Chapter 1 》
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The Letter That Changed Everything
The morning air was crisp, the kind that hinted at the coming of autumn. (Y/n) had just sat down for breakfast when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone.
Curious, she wiped her hands and made her way to the door. The moment she opened it, her breath hitched. A large wooden trunk sat on the porch. It was beautiful—polished mahogany with gold embellishments, the crest of Aetheris Academy carved into the center. The sight alone sent a strange shiver down her spine.
Next to it, sitting neatly on top, was an envelope. Heavy. Embossed. Sealed with wax.
Her heart pounded as she reached for it.
With trembling fingers, she slid her thumb under the seal and pulled out the thick parchment inside. The envelope was heavier than expected. The deep navy paper, embossed with gold filigree, gleamed under the soft light of the morning sun. The wax seal, pressed with the emblem of Aetheris Academy, remained unbroken, carrying an air of mystery—an invitation to a world most could only dream of. For a long moment, (Y/n) just stared at it, heart pounding.
Aetheris Academy.
The most prestigious institution in the country. A school reserved for the best—the brightest—the most elite. People with power, influence, talent.
People like Souta Fujimura.
Not people like her.
With a deep breath, she slid her finger under the wax seal, breaking it with a quiet snap. The crisp parchment unfolded, revealing the elegantly scripted words inside.
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To the Esteemed (Y/n),
You have been hand-selected to attend Aetheris Academy. Your talents, character, and potential have not gone unnoticed. It is with great pleasure that we extend this exclusive invitation for you to join the ranks of the most exceptional students of our generation.
We trust that you will uphold the values and traditions of our institution. Aetheris Academy is not merely a school; it is a legacy. Those who walk through its halls shape the future.
Your attendance has already been arranged. Enclosed, you will find your official acceptance documents, as well as the necessary preparations for your arrival. We look forward to welcoming you.
Headmaster Elias Veldt
Aetheris Academy
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The paper trembled in her hands.She read it once. Then again.
Hand-selected? Talents? Potential?
This had to be a mistake.
Before she could even process what it meant, her phone buzzed violently against the table.
Souta.
She barely had time to pick up before his voice exploded through the speaker.
“YOU’RE COMING TO AETHERIS?!”
(Y/n) winced, pulling the phone away from her ear. “I— I don’t know. I just got the letter.”
“This is insane! This is incredible!” Souta was practically shouting, his excitement spilling through the phone like an uncontainable force. “I thought I was gonna have to go there alone, surrounded by a bunch of stuck-up brats—BUT YOU’RE COMING TOO?!”
Her fingers tightened around the letter. “I don’t even know why they chose me.”
“WHO CARES WHY?!” he yelled, “YOU’RE IN!”
(Y/n) swallowed hard. The sheer energy in his voice was overwhelming. But beneath his usual loud enthusiasm, there was something else. Something genuine.
Relief.
“You really wanted me to come that badly?” she asked softly.There was a brief pause. A rare moment where Souta Takahashi —the unstoppable force—actually hesitated. Then, with a voice quieter than before, he admitted
“...Yeah.”
Something warm bloomed in her chest. The idea of Aetheris Academy still terrified her. The students there were in an entirely different league. She had no idea what to expect, who would be waiting for her, or what this school even wanted from her.
But knowing she wouldn’t be alone?
That changed everything.
“Alright,” she said finally, exhaling. “I guess I’m going to Aetheris Academy.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then—
“WOOOOOOOOOOO! LET’S GOOOOOOOO!”
Laughter bubbled out of her before she could stop it. Maybe—just maybe—this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“(Y/n)!”
Her mother’s voice snapped her out of her daze, followed by the sound of rushing footsteps.
“Why are you just standing—” Her mother’s words cut off the moment she saw the chest. Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes going wide. “Oh my God.”
“What is it?” Her father joined them at the door, his brows furrowing—until he saw the crest.
There was silence.
And then—
“You got in!”
Before (Y/n) could react, her mother pulled her into a tight hug.
“This is incredible!” her father exclaimed, already reaching for the chest. “I’ve heard rumors about this, but I never thought—”
The latch clicked open with an ease that sent a strange unease down her spine.
Inside, neatly arranged, was the uniform.
Burgundy. Gold. White.
The unmistakable colors of Aetheris Academy.
Her mother gasped. “They even sent the uniform?”
(Y/n) reached out, hesitantly brushing her fingers over the soft fabric. It was luxurious, tailored to her exact size.
That was when the unease truly settled in.
How did they know her measurements?
No one had taken them. She was sure of it.
But before she could dwell on it, her mother grabbed her hands, eyes sparkling.
“Do you realize what this means? You’ll be surrounded by the best of the best! This school—it opens doors, (Y/n)! Doors we never even thought possible!”
Her father nodded, beaming. “This is the kind of opportunity people dream about.”
(Y/n) forced a smile, nodding along.
They were right.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
And yet, as she looked back at the chest, at the perfectly tailored uniform and the golden crest gleaming in the morning light, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped into something much bigger than she had ever imagined.
“You have to try it on.”
(Y/n) barely had time to react before her mother was already lifting the uniform from the chest with a reverence usually reserved for wedding dresses. The rich burgundy fabric shimmered subtly in the morning light, contrasting sharply against the pristine white blouse beneath it. Her mother held it up against her, eyes shining. “This is gorgeous. Just look at this tailoring—this fabric! Oh, (Y/n), you have to put it on now.”
(Y/n) hesitated. “Mom, I don’t even know if—”
But her mother was already ushering her towards the nearest mirror. Defeated, (Y/n) sighed and carefully took the uniform into her arms before heading to her room.
As she changed, she couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship.
The burgundy skirt was perfectly pleated, falling just above the knee with an elegant flow. The material was expensive—she could tell just from the way it moved, soft yet structured, like something designed to last a lifetime. The white blouse was crisp, tailored exactly to her frame, with subtle embroidery along the collar that she only noticed upon closer inspection. The pattern was intricate, almost like woven ivy leaves—delicate, but unmistakable.
And then, there was the blazer.
Deep burgundy, fitted at the waist, with a subtle gold lining that caught the light whenever she moved. The Aetheris Academy crest was embroidered over the left breast pocket—intricate, regal, unmistakable.(Y/n) turned in the mirror, brushing her hands over the blazer’s fabric.
It was beautiful.
It fit her perfectly.
Too perfectly.
She frowned. Had they made this specifically for her? But how?
Before she could dwell on it, her mother’s voice came from outside. “Well? Let me see!”
Sighing, (Y/n) opened the door and stepped out. The moment she did, her mother clapped her hands together.
“Oh, you look stunning!”
Her father, now leaning against the doorway with an approving nod, smirked. “Very prestigious. You look like you’ve belonged there all along.”
(Y/n) glanced at herself in the hall mirror.
Belonged?
She wasn’t so sure.
Something about this still felt off.
But as her mother adjusted the blazer on her shoulders, beaming with pride, and her father muttered something about grabbing the camera, she forced a small smile.
Even if this opportunity felt like it had appeared out of nowhere, it was hers now. And Aetheris Academy was waiting.
“Oh! You can use the trunk as luggage!”
(Y/n) blinked, looking over at her mother, who was now inspecting the trunk with newfound excitement.
“What?” she asked, still adjusting the cuffs of her blazer. Her mother turned to her, eyes bright. “It’s the perfect size! Just look at it—sturdy, spacious, and much more elegant than your old suitcase. This is what students at prestigious academies use, I’m sure.”
(Y/n) glanced at the chest again. It was definitely ornate. The dark wood was polished to perfection, golden embellishments gleaming in the light. The Aetheris Academy crest was subtly engraved into the lid, as if marking it as something only meant for those chosen to attend.
Still…
She crouched beside it, running a hand along the smooth surface. “It’s nice, but isn’t it weird?” she asked slowly. “I mean, they sent this with my letter. It’s like they expected me to say yes.” Her mother waved a dismissive hand. “Well, of course you’d say yes. Aetheris Academy doesn’t hand out scholarships lightly. They probably send this to every scholarship student—it’s all part of the experience!”
(Y/n) wasn’t so sure.
But as her mother already started listing off what she could pack inside, and her father began inspecting the locks with interest, she figured she didn’t really have a choice.
The chest was coming with her.
And whatever waited for her at Aetheris Academy…She would face it, whether she was ready or not.
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fatedroses · 3 months ago
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When you sell your soul to the merchant devils for outfits v-v
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madcat-world · 2 years ago
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Aetherial Dance - DaiSanVisART
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