sophie
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Bloom 🩸

#SILENTHILLf #art
#SILENTHILL #украрт
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I can take a guess at your starter 🤭
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I really love the art style of sugokuii_ (on twitter) so this is heavily inspired by it. 😄 This is how I imagine Hancock plushie everytime I take him to a restaurant and also what I saw when I was doing the monhun collab recently.

Hancock FFXIV x Monster Hunter
I love how ZA’s customization allows sleep deprived dark under the eyes. Feeling represented finally
She loves smooshing her snoot against the window 🙄
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Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
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ouughhj thancred save me from artblock

#ffxiv #thancred
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cw forcefem

“I never had this kind of care, Tsetsu - You should be thankful..."

stormblood memory loss plot should have been swapped right

right
FFXIV stormblood AU. Yotsuyu stands behind Gosetsu with a makeup brush in hand, painting his lips and smirking down at him. Gosetsu gazes back up at her with a vacant expression. He wears feminine hair ornaments and a sheer outfit slipped off of one shoulder, exposing his chest. His eyeshadow has a subtle sparkle.
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When were you guys gonna tell me that this is canon crystal exarch lore ##ffxiv
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チコリータとチコリの花
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bloodhounds

#kihtpose | #zenos
Zenos stands against a white background with a red tinted spotlight cast on him, looking to the side and clasping his hands to cast the shadow of a hound's head on the wall behind him. His pupil reflects red. Kiht stands the same, light tinted blue. She looks towards Zenos, her own hands casting the same hound head shadow. Her pupils also reflect red.
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It's that time of the year again
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I'm not saying there are "correct" answers in translation,

but the correct answer here is Happy Baaa-thday
stationery with cartoony sheep saying お誕生日おメェ~でとうございます
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📖 two birds with one stone

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#thancred #ffxiv #fic
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two birds with one stone

He finds them in the Hortorium. Eithne knelt before the young Minfillia with uncharacteristic gentleness, a small leaf glowing with strange patterns held between their hands. The child had been late for training, unusual for the girl whose feet only ever stepped in his footprints, and Thancred was forced to search for her across the Crystarium— unacceptable, by any trainer's standards.

"Minfillia." 

The girl's head snapped from her curious reverie, her eyes wide with fear. It never failed to scrape at his heart, the look such worlds apart from his Minfillia's reaction when she was closer to her age. Yet it was fitting, considering that this was not the real Minfillia, and Thancred too was no longer the same child he was back then.

Before Minfillia could speak, leaf clutched to her chest, Eithne moved to stand between them. "Forgive me for not telling you, but I'd like to spend some time with Minfillia before we leave the Crystarium."

"Is that so?" Thancred crossed his arms, impatient. "I'm afraid it'll have to wait 'till supper. She's got training."

"I-It's alright, Eithne… We can—"

"She's trained every afternoon this week. When will you let her body rest and actually grow all those muscles?" Black text on a beige background that reads:

This was so typical of her. Five years apart and he could still predict every twitch and wrinkle in her minimal expressions. Still, his patience had grown thin on the First, and he felt anger trailing cold levin through his veins.

"Same way any spy has." Same as I did, in Sharlayan. "If your goal was to criticize, I would rather you not waste my time with this game of hide-and-seek. Is that why you kept her in the bowels of this city?"

"Eithne, r-really—"

"I don't spend every waking moment thinking of subterfuge." Unlike you, his mind tacked onto the end at her steely words. Eithne peered over her shoulder at the frazzled child. "What would you like to do, Minfillia? Its your choice."

Her choice? Would it be her choice to find herself with a knife to the throat or under a sin eater's claws? Would those protecting her have much of a choice than to throw themselves before danger in her stead? Eithne of all people would know of the risks— the lack of aether in his veins and the milky white of Y'shtola's eyes were constant reminders of that. There were precious little choices in life, and he'd make sure the ones Minfillia could make would be worthwhile. 

"I—"

Thancred glanced at Minfillia, certain of the deep scowl that Eithne had shaped on his features but caring little to fix it. The girl would know. He had trained with her, broken bread with her, raised her from the empty shell of the Oracle into a halfway decent child. Minfillia would know that in order to stay with them, she would need to fight. Black text on a beige background that reads:

Minfillia peered up at Eithne, the preternatural brightness of her eyes now dimmed. "I'm so sorry… I-I'll come see you at supper, alright Eithne?"

Eithne looked down at her silently, before patting her head. "Alright."

"Warrior of Darkness or not, don't neglect your own training, Eithne." Thancred spoke again once Minfillia had stepped into his shadow once more. "We both know what happens, should you falter."
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📖 channel

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#eithne #ffxiv #fic
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Channel

The Twelveswood always knew her own, but that the Elementals would embrace their prodigal child so easily still took Eithne by surprise.

The Padajali hemmed and hawed at the crystal's resonance, A–Ruhn–Senna's disdain in conflict with Raya-O-Senna's wonder. A–Ruhn spoke true—the Elemental's secrets were to be guarded—yet little did he know that Warders had protected the Everschade for millenia, and that the Veena held their own Hearer traditions parallel to the Padjali dozens of yalms away. While their people pranced with the Gridanians in their endless expansion, the Veena had ever held strong to the will of the Twelveswood.

That the young mages knew nothing of the Veena of Moonbow spoke of a level of youth and ignorance that Kan-E doubtlessly foresaw— and yet here they were, hoping to soothe the Elementals to continue feeding the sprawling city. No wonder they had failed, and the crystal chosen another inheritor. 

Eithne stifled the scoff, tucking the irritation away deep within her stomach, as Raya-O continued to speak of ancient law and sacred knowledge. She carefully controlled her heartbeat at A-Ruhn's constant rejection. The traditions they spoke of had been enacted alongside the Veena's— similar teachings passed down to her in kithood. Two lines of magic passed down in parallel, never meant to converge. Black text on a beige background that reads:

She would have to swallow her pride as a child of the Twelveswood, for the truth was that Eithne had become neither Hearer nor Warder. The wisdom of the Elements would have remained out of reach were it not for this opportunity. There was a comfort to that— the Mothercrystal would guide her kit to their destiny, so long as she walked in her light. 

Walk she did, until she stood before the Guardian Tree to protect the Twelveswood just as she had always dreamed. She settled her feet into the damp earth and let her body become a conduit. In an instant her body flared to life with the wood's aether, her blood singing with the wind, the birdsong. Natural, instinctual. The question of her being finally answered in this moment of singular oneness.

She was born to do this.