#The Aetherials

[anh0ff]

goddess descending

oc belongs to @pyrjunnie

[pyrjunnie]

This was like, from yesterday but imma post it anyways. Here’s Pam :3

[nuesora]

The Princess and the Paladin.

Ehh I've procrastinated on finishing this one for so long...

[itsmeishmi]

What if Hades was lurkin' around the Aitiascope? >:]c

[ahollowgrave]

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!

[leafykat]

reunion

[madcat-world]

Aetherial Dance - DaiSanVisART

[shipperwolf1]

Lahabrea: .....my wife is doing shenanagins

Emet-Selch: 😴

Lahabrea: my dead wife is doing Bad Shit

Emet-Selch: 😴😴!!!!

Lahabrea: MY EVIL DEAD WIFE IS POSSESSING MY SON'S SHARD AND STEALING SOULS FROM THE AETHERSTREAM.

Emet-Selch: Shhhh! I'm retired. Call Elidibus.

Lahabrea: SHE JUST STOLE HIS SOUL, HADES

[akirakirxaa]

[ day 7: light ]

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜 '𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒', 𝐴𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.

[dawnslight-aegis]

3. the empress - femininity, nurturing, beauty, creativity, abundance

(others)

[anh0ff]

garden of fragments

ocs belong to @pyrjunnie , @aetherprism , @casthe-ghost

[pyrjunnie]

Waltz || Trust in me.

[ofdarklands]

have been thinking that between shadowbringers, endwalker, and myths of the realm the wol has been slowly whittling all their stalkers down. just going down the list crossing off all the possible peepers of their personal life

[yloiseconeillants]

working out what my other ocs have been up to during dawntrail and somehow decided that antheus is scamming the alchemist's guild into paying him to investigate his own (conspiracy) theories about the nature of ceruleum* but mostly spends his time getting plastered in saloons

somehow in all that i also invented two moms for him that he didn't have yesterday and one of them is a (former) knight of the barracuda so now he's got some rudimentary musketeer skills that he's going to be Real Obnoxious about with the dueling club

they are less embarrassed of him than you'd think

[ahollowgrave]

Horizon (noun):  1. The apparent intersection of the earth and sky as seen by an observer. 2. The limit or edge of the observable universe. 3. The range of one's knowledge, experience, or interest. A nun. A river. A journey. Who can say?

You tip over the edge of one world and into another.

Sometimes it feels like falling from a cliff, plunging into the hungry maw of the ocean. Sometimes it feels like a river rises around you. Water bubbling over your feet, tugging insistently upon the hem of your dress, flowing over the top of your head. This time it feels like ice cracking beneath your bare feet. A sudden, sharp fear driven like a spike at the base of your skull.

You cannot say for certain what this place is. Words have never been your strong suit and even less so the educated ones a proper scholar might use. You’ve a guess, of course, but it is something you’ve always kept close. This is where you do your work. It is not a difficult leap. 

The water is frigid and pitch-black. You feel hands ghosting over your body, your hair, your face. Thumbs brush your closed eyelids. You see. The currents of the water around you are suddenly illuminated; faint blue, glowing dim against the swallowing darkness around you. They should be brighter. They should be moving with great joy. Yet when you reach for those currents they react slowly and hang limply; dying. They flicker when you reach too far and your cry of anguish escapes your throat in bubbles. Dread spirals out from that point of fear; tendrils wrapping slimy feelers around your spine, your ribs, pulling itself into the hollow of your chest to feast and grow. In that cold, in that dark, among dying, twinkling lights it is easy to curl around it. To see the dread as certainty. As always, you are saved from yourself. The feeling of hands come once more. Impressions of fingers pulling at your limbs, unfolding them, drawing your head up and directing your gaze -- West.

[sunnythanalan]

Dawntrail Spoiler WoL Question

I have a WoL question! With what we learn of souls and soulcrafting and simulacrums in Dawntrail - who would your WoL form a simulacrum of?