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WHAT? YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE FROM ME JUST BECAUSE YOU DONT REALLY USE TUMBLR? YOU FOOL!!

Anyways, VenatxAvalon stimboard for my friend Layla's birthday! Happy bday bestie!! Please check her out on twitch!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AMRA THANK YOU XD

The Simple Visit

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This is for the lovely TK Layla! I wrote a short story between our WOL/OCs! This is my lovely xmas gift for them! Happy reading everyone!

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In the depths of the Central Black Shroud, a pair of laughter echoes throughout the silence. The leaves shiver from the autumn wind as a few of them fall down on the dirt path. A cottage resides in the deep wood. An empty teacup is poured for a pot of Ishgardian tea as the Viera takes a sip of the fresh brew. The host smiles at the sight of satisfaction and sets the teapot down. The cottage is rather small, but comforting that is filled with a tiny kitchen and across is a reading room with books unattended on the soft wool rug. 

The second floor is no better than the first, the bedroom is filled with scrolls, letters, trinkets and even small notes that are jotted down hastily and the worst of all the bed is left a mess, miqote fur and all. That is unfortunately the usual case of Amra Tinuviel. The man with a gentle smile, yet so fierce with his passion for botany and magicks. Yet he has a fondness for making tea and sweets for his friends.   

Avalon continues to talk about her treasure hunts and as usual Amra sometimes quips in as if Emet's spirit comes over to tease her. Amra grins at her with a mocking voice. “You see! The vegetables will not be denied.” He could not contain the sassy tone and burst into laughter. Avalon frown of dissaproval, but she can't deny that the miqote is not wrong. A chuckle escaped from her lips and was quite entertained at the sight of Amra can't contain his laughter and holding his stomach. The laughter eventually fades back into silence and Avalon continues to tell their stories andAmra told his adventures in exchange. 

He talks about the tales of possible hidden magicks on another continent, but even the old libraries of Sharlayan would not permit him to search further. “I strive to learn more. I am not afraid of my magicks any longer. X'rhun Tia taught me how to utilize both White and Black magicks and so much more. I cannot thank him enough.” Holding back the tears and pondering if his teacher is still adventuring around in Ala Mihgo. Amra knows that he is no longer a student, but an ever-learning Red Mage. The silence settles once again, Avalon understands Amra's concern. She does use Red Magicks as well, but the miqote shakes his head and puts his focus to continue to talk about more of his other adventures. 

As both of them sipped more tea and ate the delicious scones with cotted cream and jam that Amra struggles to create. The sweetness of the cream and jam and added to the earl grey scones were perfect. The sigh of relief as Amra takes a bite that the scones were not burnt into a crisp this time. He was not familiar with making desserts, but Tataru encouraged them to try. He loves to cook for others and he would never refuse the Lalafell's request. Then a thought crossed his mind, a habit that he never spoke of to anyone, not even to the Scions. 

“Avalon, have you ever....Dreamed of Venat?”

Avalon almost spat out her tea and coughed as she took the napkin to wipe off the mess. With a baffling look and slight concern that he asked such a question.

“I...Beg your pardon?” 

Amra pauses before he responds to her question, then a blush of pink rose on his cheeks. In a flurry of panic as he quickly sets down his cup. Shaking his head.  

“Oh! Sorry! I-I should have reworded the question!” 

Babbling along like a madman and apologizing several times, but Avalon felt a bit of guilt and knowing that Amra still retains a little bit of innocence inside him. “It's okay Amra, do not worry, I-I understand what you are saying.” The questionable phrasing still lingers in her mind, yet she starts to blush for a different reason. 

Amra tries to think of a different subject, but none comes to mind. The mention of the Mothercrystal reminds him of something. Taking one more bite of his scone and wipes his hands with a napkin and gets up.

“Avalon, I know this sounds even more stange, but I would like you to come with me.” 

Avalon's concerns is neverending after all, Amra is one of the Champions of Eorzea. Yet he is more than a warrior, but a traveller with the thirst of knowledge. Y'stola's horrible habits did seep into his mind and the chaotic mess in his cottage is the proof. Avalon nods in agreement and decides to follow him. He leads the way through the back door and leading into a precious small garden that is filled with florals and vegetables.

 It was absolutely made of love and his younger brother and even his mother helped out tending the garden when he was away to travel. But this wasn't the surprise Amra wanted her to see. He opens the back gate of the fence which leads further into the woods of Central Shroud. The Viera brims with curiosity and walks with him. As the two go into the woods and the path seems neverending, but on the end of the path is a small clearing. Avalon continues to speculate as Amra looks at her back with a rather nevous look. Avalon notices this.

“Amra, are you okay?” 

He broke out a small meek laugh. “I-I'm fine, it's just a little further ahead.” 

As both of them reach to the end of the path, a welcoming warm of light shines through their vision. Avalon covers her face for a moment. Her vision clears away and looks down at a familiar sight with a gasp.

It was a huge patch of Elplis Blooms.

Amra knew that there was a connection with Elpis and Avalon, yet not knowing how much of a deep connection what Avalon was a part of. Not even Venat would tell him, not even in his dreams. Even in his last encounter with her when spending the night in Old Sharlyan, Amra no longer sees the Crystal, it was a familar sight. He was seen before the beginning of the Final Days in Etheirys. It was an Ancient dressed in a white robe surrounded by the fields of the white blooms. The words were soft, but yet Amra still remembers those words by heart.

'You are not alone. Remember that.'

And he never was, Amra was never alone. He carefully walked forward and to not step on a bloom and stood in the middle of the field to see the work he had produced. He takes a deep breath and sighs and looks back at his friend with the same bright smile that he always has. 

”Well, here it is....This was a long project I have been working on after I took care of the Final Days.“ 

The Viera's shock wore off, yet the confusion still lingers. She finally blurted off a question. “How in Etheirys did you even produce these blossoms?” 

Amra laughs once again nervously. “Well I had to beg for approval from the Forum if I can take a few seedlings of the Elpis blooms for a personal study. Well, after many trials and errors, this is the best result I have made. I just wanted to share with you Avalon and I hope you appreciate this.“ He beams a proud smile back at her.

Avalon sighs and smiles in a bit of relief that he wasn't in trouble this time. But as she blinks....

....Something else happens.

Instead of a Miqote, there is a Hyur, dressed in a greenish gray robe and a white mask. It was a rather wild looking man, yet there are still feminine features from their green and white highlighted hair and a pitch joy of laughter. Then looks back at Avalon with those big bright brown eyes and freckled face. 

She started to remember clearly who this Ancient is and called out to them.

“.....A-Azem? Chloris?”

The Azem's smile faded too quickly as if something bad happened. An expression that is too familiar for her as if the Final Days we're upon them.

“...Avalon? Avalon? Are you okay?“ 

She shakes her head and looks back to see Amra. Confused that the Azem is gone and is replaced...well...what is part of them.

“I'm fine....Thank you Amra. This place....” She approaches the flower patch and follows carefully next to her friend and looks at the blooms lovingly. Oh how she misses the sight of these flowers. 

”This flowers...Brings back so many memories.“

Amra did not say anything, but with an understanding smile and not a single clue about what happened. As the two silently looks over the Elplis blooms and a small breeze shifts through the wood once again. In the end, both of them are always open to hang out and chat for another cup of tea. 

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my favorite picture ever is the one that says “HELL IS FULL, BITCH” and then it has the national suicide prevention hotline on it. it makes me smile every time 

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(LIVE on Crystal-Mateus) The Shadowbringers 4th Year Anniversary Art Party. Gpose, draw, write, relax, whatever you wish to do. Some of our friends will be talking about what this expansion means to us as you remember... they once lived ^^

Live at twitch.tv/tk_layla

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"Remember Us..."

Shadowbringers 4th Anniversary Art Party!

July 3rd, 2pm EST / 7pm BST.

Amaurot, Tempest.

Crystal-Mateus.

Theme: Whatever outfit(s) you wore during Shadowbringers, or any gear from ShB + patches.

Gposes, stories, art, poems, all welcome! So let's reflect and relax, as it all is streamed live at twitch.tv/tk_layla

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I am what you made of me.

And I will make you free.

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💪Venat

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It was Emma's first time at the Moonfire Faire. She had been suggested by a friend to check the event out and before her stood a daunting challenge; The Eorzean Nimble Warrior course..

She had watched people taking part in the year before, but she hadn't gotten the nerve to take part, until now. Her drive to conquer her fears; was in the form of a white happi with black and red print. It hung at the reward stand, the material fluttering in the wind as if taunting her.

"I can do this" she breathed shakily. She didn't have a fear of heights persay, but she wasn't the most nimble footed of her peers when it came to acrobatic display. That talent was most definitely held by her good friend Sarangerel whom had been the one to convince her to take part. And when I say convince, I more mean suggest. It was that White Moonfire Happi that really was the tugging force to get her to take part.

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"Well, maybe I can't do this" Emma was swimming her way back to shore, having been caught off guard by one of the course's placed Bombard and had been blown clean off. Thankfully, with the course being built over the Costa Del Sol waters, it was a harmless fall bar her ego anyway.

As she pulled herself out from the water, a miqo'te staff member offered a hand, which she gratefully accepted as she stepped onto the beach. "Do you want to try again?" She offered Emma, sweeping an arm in gesture back towards the Nimble Warrior course.

"I think one fall was enough to me" admitted Emma, giving a long sigh as she glanced back towards the reward stand. "I wish I could though"

Following Emma's gaze back to the reward stand, then back to Emma, the Miqo'te gave her a comforting smile. "You know, there is another way to earn tickets this year. We also have a Fishing and Culinary Challenge available to earn single tickets with."

Emma's eyes lit up at the mention of fishing. She had been learning to fish alongside Sarangerel earlier that year, and it had proved a relaxing past time between all the high octane adventures. It had suited Emma to just kick back from time to time and just take in the sun whilst waiting for the fish to bite. "Thank you!" she eventually said, after she was done reminesquing her past. She dug out her trusty pop-up fishing rod from her satchel, and strode off towards the nearby pier to take on the fishing challenge.

This was how Emma came to obtain what would be the focus of her main attire, that she would wear for many years to come.

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Snaps from during @tk-layla's Lore-cast stream.

We were dolled up in our swimsuits and hung out at a hot spring while telling stories of our Moonlight Faire experiences!

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Look at these two! They are the cutest 💜

Special Memories...

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After an incredibly rough week and a lot of recovery, streaming returns tonight! Double header of MSQ 6.2 Patch, followed by another hunt for the 1st Extreme mount, and a Lore/OC focused podcast at the end! 6:30pm GMT / 1:30pm EST starts for all! Sorry it has been a while since I posted... will gradually get back into the swing of sharing stuff here. Love you all ^^

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Photoshoot of Avalon for @tk-layla

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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

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Hydaelyn

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on february 1st 😊

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Hydaelyn

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Memories from a Shard, 2022

Starting this piece and I still don't really know how to even explain to you the significance of how this year ended. I struggled to convey the words without tearing up on stream last night, and I can feel it rushing back just thinking about it...

For context: I got into FFXIV back in Stormblood; I was gifted a level and story skip so I could play with now former friends, and whilst I enjoyed it, I was still very new, didn't understand everything, and felt I could only do stuff they were telling me about. Fast forward to 2022, they are no longer in my life, I had moved to a different data center (left the EU servers for NA), and was trying to establish myself there instead; still with limited knowledge but slowly trying to learn. The interest was there, but it too fell apart owing to troubles outside of my control. I couldn't afford my subscription, and couldn't play XIV for months on end. I gave it one more shot when I had the opportunity, and plucked up the courage to try reaching out via Party Finder.

From that point on, everything began to change. People enjoyed the treasure maps, they wanted to help out with mounts, I was taught about Linkshells and watched as they each accepted the invite, they joined the discord to help share knowledge I didn't have, shared screenshots that blew me away, and patiently waited for me to finally start my journey through Endwalker. From the small gatherings for roulettes to full treasure map parties, from creating a whirlpool of cars at Idylshire to playing chicken with Susano's sword, we created memory after memory... all building to the finale of Endwalker mere days ago...

Walking up that path was hard, and incredibly emotional; especially with Close in the Distance playing. But it was the group that waited for me at the top that truly made it special. The thing I had wanted for the longest time was standing right in front of me; all ready to take me through the final fight of this beautiful game, and I cried. And I cried again when we gathered there once more last night as we counted down to the New Year. We had walked through areas that meant a lot to us, fought characters we weaved our stories through, and pushed through the hardest fight of the night as our biggest test was not wiping despite Her best intentions. And each one of them, no matter how new they were to me, had contributed something to the year: their time and support.

I go into this year now with confidence I thought I could never have. I'll talk about my goals for this year another time because this is already quite the post, but know I want to try everything this year! Ultimates, synched EX/Savage fights, keeping up with the patches and their content, Role Playing, gposing, fan fic / lore writing, and even different classes. Will I like or enjoy any of these? It's not a guarantee. But that's fine! I won't know until I try. And everyone who gathered, who sent messages, heck even those who wanted to gather AFTER the session was over... the fact you even asked is just as important! Each of you have given me the desire to keep moving forward, and for that... I am eternally grateful. The bad memories make the good times hit that much harder, and that's okay; I wouldn't change a thing. We're not alone... so stand tall my friend, for in the dark, I know... you won't stray x