New ocss, the first is a drahn who's a free citizen, the second is a mystel/viis who works under her
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In 2021, my FC had a screenshot contest with two categories to enter: "Memories of the Source" and "Memories of the First." I entered a screenshot for each category, but with a twist -- they both combined into one larger image.
This is actually three screenshots in one! The foreground was taken in my apartment, using Chromakey to make the background transparent and lights in gpose to emulate the light coming from the respective backgrounds.
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mercy for us all.
more post jai rejoining with ra la stuff~ (his horns and scales turn back to blue almost immediately, but he Keeps the feathers under his hair)
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miqomarch day 15 — favorite minion
The Lunatender siblings, Pickle and Squash, are never far from the Warrior of Light’s side.
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"My lady.." He repeats to me, searching for something beyond this expression of bewilderment.
The question lingering in my mind was why he was dressed in such a fashion and if he was explaining his reasoning, I was deafened by the percussion caused by my beating heart and the gentle music of the kanzashi as he guided my chin so I could meet his glimmering eyes.
I stared and held my breath longer than I would have meant to, depriving it until my lungs burned in supplication for oxygen as I fought this desire to turn away from a caress, one I knew, in my heart of hearts, was benign.
There is little pleasure found in the touch of cold steel against the warmth of my skin; the smell and caress remind me of another time, another place, and never is it a recollection of good memories that chase it.
My body still recalls metal gauntlets curled around my bruising neck, the terrifying knowledge that air was being depleted out of me, the relentless pressure, then cold water, as cold as the machina they used. This reel of war, of pain etched upon the faces of young and old, of ravaged lands, of displaced people, they were faded images in the back of my mind.
My features did not betray my thoughts, for I was in a place far away at this moment, far from him and the leering merchant, reliving a time I had not openly shared with him, a part of history that could be reawakened in me by just a simple touch.
"Do you favor it?" Through the muffled speech, I anchored myself to his words and used them as a lure to guide me back to the present again, away from loss and strife. I breathe with ease again, my body reacts with relief as if pushing past its own trauma.
The air around us had stilled and time continued to stretch as he awaited an answer, spanning for what felt like an eternity before I felt my hands move again to answer him.
"I favor the man you are, not this mimicry of another."
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knowing lloyd im just imagining him gesturing to his stump like "holy fucking smokes dude! my cut is insane! shoutout to my barber" as kai has like his face in his hands after yet another failed test drive of the prosthetic arm (it may have blown up a little)
lloyd can only give kai a 5/10 because he doesn't have his other hand
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MiqoMarch Day 10 - Free Day
AU Jobs pt.2: SCHOLAR
Just before setting out to Limsa Lominsa, Arsay's guardian -a lalafel named Emrara Emra- would gift her not only Arsay's now treasured ribbon, but an heirloom of great import. A blue stone that had been passed down in Emrara's family for generations with a strange symbol caved into its face. Supposedly it came from a time where three powerful schools of magic began to clash for reasons unknown.
Little did Arsay know how useful that stone would be on her adventures, or that it would lead her to uncover mysteries around the very same same city her guardian always dreamed of finding.
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