#glitterblob posting

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*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/:*.°★* 。 Sami Fashonti's first polaroid launch!

I've been thinking about in-universe merch for her and polaroids were the least intimidating starting point!

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I knew the evergreen seasons would never stay I knew the flowers would blossom and slowly fade away But I'll hold them dearly in my memory And when I look back I’ll feel it fresh in my heart The promise of a journey that had yet to start

Start Again - Phoebe

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And if you find I'm far behind, I'll raise my voice and set you free Gathering speed, not ready to lead But if you need me, I can be your harmony

Your Harmony - Phoebe

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(　o=^•ω•)ρ⌒☆ "Welcome to the idol café, please follow me to your table!"

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Glamtober Day 7: Winter

Admittedly an older set of this glam, but it is the winter glam that has survived the longest!

Gear list under the cut

Weapon: Doctore's Crook

Head: Pagos Circlet (snow white)

Chest: Swangrace coat

Hands: Orison Fingerless Gloves (snow white)

Legs: Loyal Housemaid's Bloomers

Feet: Loyal Housemaid's Pumps

Earring: Dodo earring

Rings (both): Master Conjurer's Ring

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Starlight polaroids ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

Here's to another year of music and joy~!

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Glamtober Day 3 - Match Your Mount (part 1 maybe)

Maybe a bit on the nose - but what other mount is an arcanist supposed to use?

View of glam without the bunkie glow & details below the cut

Wearable by: Scholars (counting the weapon as being a key part of the overall set)

Weapon: Fae Codex (SCH)

Head: Emerald Carbuncle Ears Chest: Emerald Carbuncle Jacket (morbol green dye in slot 1) Hands: Isle Vacationer's Wrist Torques (turquoise blue dye) Legs: No.2 Type B Leggings Feet: Bootlets of Eternal Devotion (turquoise green dye in slot 1, charcoal grey dye in slot 2)

Ears: Emerald Carbuncle Earring Neck: not visible Wrists: not visible Right Ring: Lunar Envoy Ring of Healing Left Ring: Skallic Ring of Healing

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hanseelie and tagging @yloiseconeillants @lilbittymonster @airis-ray @accidentaloracle (with absolutely no pressure if you don't want to)

It's my birthday month so happy Muireann and Hien being Completely Useless (they literally get their shit mostly together approximately half an hour after this but there must be one more Misunderstanding first. for my health) It's something I've been picking at for forever but hasn't made its way on here yet

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Every small movement he made to avoid her was a needle prick on her heart and she held fast to them. All the better to put these feelings to rest. It was clear that they were not a good fit despite the ache in her chest. Even if they were, duty had them bound to opposite sides of the star.

When she had exhausted all other avenues of delaying the inevitable task of tending to his face her hands shook while folding the cloth to be more manageable. She felt ridiculous. She had flirted with countless people and cleaned the face of many that she cared about. And this, this was not flirting. She was not flirting with Lord Hien crown prince soon to be king of Doma. She was wiping the less heroic parts of battle from his face so that the people looking to him for confidence and hope saw just that. As she had done many a time for her fellow adventurers and Scions alike. She knew he had the strength he was grasping for, twas just a matter of making sure he felt that same strength.

And in this instance, it required touching his face.

Twelve preserve her foolish heart.

She tilted his face up towards her, her right thumb brushing over the beard on his chin a fraction of an ilm before she stopped it.

She felt his breath catch as he finally met her gaze. She couldn’t say how long they stayed like that. Locked in place with a great big invisible something between them. Unsure whether it was tempered desire or discomfort, she was content to live in the charged uncertainty. To indulge the hope, if even for a moment.

The happy yells of a family reunited across the Enclave broke her bubble of hope as Hien adverted his eyes again, though his head stayed in place – chin resting on her curled fingers. A dangerous memory that would haunt her she was sure.

“…I’ve run out of places that aren’t your face.”

“I – ahem – it is very much in your capable hands.”

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WIP Wednesday tags??

I am trying to ease myself back into doing things and part of that is WIP Wednesday if mutuals would like tags like/reply and I'll randomly pick from the notes when I am able to do it ^^

(yes I am lifting the idea for this post wholesale from @lilbittymonster who is also where my motivation for writing more has come from)

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Glamtober Day 1 - On The Road

Muireann's Dawntrail glam is easily the most appropriate attire she's had for heading out on a journey in a fair aul while!

Glam info under the cut \o/

Wearable by: All F casters (necklace of casting & genderlocked hands)

Weapon: Genji Grimoire (SMN)

Head: Yellow Cosmos Corsage Chest: Anemos Jacket Hands: Scion Liberator's Fingerless Gloves Legs: Woodland Warder's Breeches (dye: kobold brown in second dye channel) Feet: Field Commander's Boots

Ears: Emerald Carbuncle Earring Neck: Zormor Necklace of Casting Wrists: not visible Right Ring: not visible Left Ring: not visible

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @lilbittymonster a bit ago and also this week ^^;; tagging @yloiseconeillants @lilbittymonster @galadae @pumpkinmagekupo

Please enjoy the first complete pass at whatever the hell double-standards mentor fuckery that's going on with Selch and Sami in Shadowbringers lmao

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She was so...short. Even for an incomplete scrap of a thing. Emet-Selch watched as the miqo’te came to grips with her surroundings. In keeping with Lahabrea and Elidibus’ accounts of her she immediately went to befriend the first person she came across, foolishly talking about places that do not exist on this reflection and expecting understanding. Emet-Selch mentally tutted at his colleagues’ accounts; calling this Warrior of Light younger than expected was an understatement.

Emet-Selch's brow furrowed, while it was difficult to see through the suffocating surrounding light – and eras since he had needed to focus on soulsight – there was no mistaking it. Shattered and sundered as she was that glimmering golden hue could only belong to Azem. It seemed Venat would not cease in pushing this soul into responsibility she was not yet ready to shoulder.

Every hour of every day of the thousands and thousands of years he had struggled towards making the world whole again he had cursed Venat, cursed the god she turned herself into, and cursed the sundering of all that he had known and cared about. Over the eons it had waned in intensity but seeing how young, how naive this pale imitation of Azem was, and seeing the weight that Venat had once again thrust upon her, set his fury ablaze anew. For all the allegations levelled against his life as Solus he had standards. He did not grant children powers beyond their comprehension and send them blindly to battle a foe they could not truly understand.

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WIP Wednesday Friday

Tagged by @lilbittymonster a bit ago - I didn't have anything new or that had been updated until I was possessed by "far far in the future Muireann when all her friends and family are dead except Estinien for dragon juice fuckery reasons"

Muireann periodically goes to Azys Lla to pump some extra aether into the power-core to keep it afloat or something is all the background I've got.

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“Why do you still come here?” Estinien’s voice called through the door. It was thick enough to withstand anything within the complex save for a discharge from the Warring Triad itself.

“Could ask you the same question,” Muireann waved for Titan to operate the door, the enforcer node had long since failed, “the obvious ‘making sure this place doesn’t crash into the star’ aside...I felt a draw. I couldn’t explain it until – here look it’s a lot easier.”

Estinien slowly waked in, eyes adjusting to the darkness punctuated only by the dimly glowing form of Titan and some sort of computer terminal. He knew enough about Allagan and modern technology to know that this was both and neither. A contraption that Muireann had carefully built in the fortress she found, and slowly rotating at the heart of it, a bright pink stone. The shape was familiar and nostalgic, tugging at a centuries old memory.

“Is...is that Match’s bloody stone?”

“No I – I think that it’s mine.” Muireann hit a button and screens lit up around them, in all of them a woman with purple hair and pink eyes laughed. She lay across the laps of two others excitedly talking about adding venom to more appendages of a carnivorous plant, she emerged from a building to cheers from a larger group as she ran to embrace them, she vowed to enact petty vengeance for someone who looked so familiar. Muireann paused the recordings.

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People I want to get to know better

I got tagged by @galadae (thank youu ^^)

Tagging (with absolutely 0 pressure if you don't want to!) @umbralaether @itsmeowlee @pumpkinmagekupo and @knightofalexandria

last song: IT GIRL - Aliyah's Interlude (it's the opening song on the playlist for my pink pixie princess D&D character's playlist and captures her personality perfectly lmao)

favourite colour: the most difficult question. Mostly pink, sometimes purple

last book: Iron Widow - Xiran Jay Zhao

last movie: Aliens

last tv show: Dancing with the Stars Ireland

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet. Muireann inherited her sweet tooth from me

last thing I searched for online: Last quick search was Iron Widow to make sure I had Xiran's name correct, last proper search was for small businesses doing wax melts in Ireland seeing as my old favourite one dropped them from their online shop :(

current obsession: related to the above, wax melts and candles but also, mini eggs are back in the shops for Easter

looking forward to: finishing off a skirt that I've been avoiding hemming since like November...

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8 and 68, please!

Thank you @yloiseconeillants! (yet more jpop wooo!!)

One of the few AKB48 songs that are on the Muireann rotation rather than the Sami one lol plus the choreography for it is Wild

根も葉もRumor (Nemohamo Rumor) - AKB48

And the song that is a throughline between Panthea and Pandora (and a special mention to Pan²)

GOSSIP (feat. Tom Morello) - Måneskin, Tom Morello

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dancing around with each other (give me that brainrot)

Thank you @sasslett for the prompt and apologies it's been languishing in the inbox for so long - this is almost definitely a different ship than the one I was brain-rotting over but the "what if we made an attempt at some sort of QPR to deal with the loss of getting soul-snatched" Shadowbringers situation is everything to me with the wolparty work wives

Shin Bokairo, beloved work wife is @accidentaloracle

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It wasn’t much, but it was far enough away from the Crystarium that they could avoid seeing it entirely and remove one of the many needles pricking at their hearts. If you squinted your eyes you could probably pretend that castle on the lake was Ishgard the way it shone like a beacon against the returned night sky. That and ignore the spectral wings of course.

The rolling fields reminded Muireann of Coerthas before the Calamity – or what she had seen of it around Starlight at least. She wondered if Aymeric had said anything about what everything had been like before Dalamud fell, if she could help fill in some of those gaps on his behalf, if it was even her place to do so. If it would just be yet another verbal knife she cut into his back.

“Should we carry each other over the threshold or something?” Shin’s voice felt far off, whether it was the amount of light that she had taken on or she was feeling the distance from home Muireann couldn’t say.

“Hm?”

“Isn’t that something newlyweds do?”

Muireann tried to form a laugh but couldn’t, “We’re hardly newly wed – actually I don’t know whether the Twelve are even known here, certainly not moogles at any rate.”

“Mm.” Shin’s gaze drifted towards the castle, reflecting the deep blue of the lake in her eyes. A mournful gaze Muireann knew well, and the type of thing getting a place away from the Crystarium was supposed to help them with.

With a deep ache in her chest, Muireann thought of Hien and how he would pull her out of her own spiralling thoughts. She focused on the sliver of Bahamut slumbering under a blanket of light and called on her inner beast to make this a bit easier. With perhaps a more enthusiastic burst of strength than she was anticipating she scooped Shin up in her arms.

“Me first then!” she gently nuzzled her nose against Shin’s horn and spun them both into the very empty room. It filled with a somewhat forced laughter, both going through the paces of relaxing as they weighed their respective losses silently.

As the practised giggles died they stood in the middle of the room. Both glad for the company while wishing it was someone else.

“There was going to be a ball.” Shin’s voice was uncharacteristically devoid of snark. Just a quiet lonely loss that Muireann felt all too keenly.

“And we’ll get you back for it. It’s probably not even been a week yet back home.”

While her voice had softened with just the two of them, Shin’s unimpressed and disbelieving face said “If it was that easy they would have already done it” loud enough that words themselves weren’t necessary.

Muireann chuckled, “Ahh but brilliant an’ all as Y’shtola is, she’s not the Allagan specialist here. All I need is but a single drop of that stupid shithead’s blood – knock him out for good measure to stop any interfering maybe – and that tower is mine.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself for someone down all but two of her primals.”

“There’s no choice but to be,” Muireann shrugged, “I – we have people to get back to. And you have a ball to attend.”

“Assuming I am invited…”

“If he doesn’t I’ll add the Lord Commander to the list of Ishgardian officials I’ll be beating over the head for being both blind and a fool riiight after the esteemed Azure Dragoon. The silver haired one anyway."

That at least earned an actual laugh. Not much more than a snuffed out chuckle, but it was nice to have a spark of hope again, delusional as it may have felt in the moment.

“And to ensure that you are well prepared to dance at said ball, we had better make sure you’re not working with two left feet.”

And that earned a raised eyebrow, “You know how to dance for an Ishgardian ball?”

“I’ve a notion – Haurchefant taught me some steps and I reckon I can reverse engineer it.”

It was an awkward start but the two started to dance to the sound of their own footfalls, the occasional instructions, and eventually – eventually – real laughter as they both guarded their glimmer of unrealistic hope in the moonlight they had returned to the First.

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22!

Thank you @tallbluelady (it won't let me tag @raynshyu ?? unless that tag worked??)

A song that really should be on Pandora's playlist when I give it a bit of a rework

PLANET KiLLER - PAiDA