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nnamierart · 4 days

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bust for @/thedarknesssings! ♡

#art #arafel

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arafelartist · 1 month

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Working on my next big personal project as I try to get myself back into digital art again. This one is for my sky kid. Also trying to teach myself more lineless work. Playing around with new ways of doing my art. I'll try to keep you all updated.

#art #artists on tumblr #artist #artwork #arafelartist #arafel #arafel artist #sketch #sketchbook #sky #skychildrenoflightfanart #skychildrenoflight #skychildrenofthelight #skychild #sky children of the light #sky cotl

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biblichor · 8 months

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This cat is the love of my life

#Cat #Cats #Fluffy cat #Arafel #My baby boy #The Princeling

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thedarknesssings · 2 months

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"Love is a many splintered thing. Don't be afraid now, just walk on in."

#ffxiv #elezen #ffxiv gpose #gpose #screenshot #vampire #Arafel #ishgardian #ffxiv rp #sisters of mercy #ribbons

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haveyoureadthisfantasybook · 4 months

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vote YES if you have finished the entire book.

vote NO if you have not finished the entire book.

(faq · submit a book)

#fantasy #The Tree of Swords and Jewels #Arafel #The Dreaming Tree #C.J. Cherryh #books #poll #result: no #l: English

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vashmerylweek · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede, Milly Thompson/Nicholas D. Wolfwood Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Milly Thompson, Meryl Stryfe Additional Tags: vashmeryl week 2023, Day 8 - Beach Day, there had to be a reason they were so relaxed in the car, sun sand and emotional constipation, lots of millywood here too, how do you have a beach day with no oceans, Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini, Fluff, super fluff, with fluff sauce, wolfwood is such a pain, except to milly, blushy Vash and Meryl Summary:

A rare rainstorm causes the gang to make a detour on the way to Southern Cornelia. Written for VashMeryl Week 2023 Day 8 prompt = Beach Day.

#vashmerylweek2023 #arafel #fic

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roses-and-grimoires · 2 years

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Prompt #11: Paranoia

Characters: Laurent, mention of Arafel @thedarknesssings

Abruptly Laruent flinches, then whirls to face behind him.

But there was nothing there. No lurking figures. No creeping shadows. Nothing. No one. This fact causes him to stare with wide, wild golden eyes. He had been sure. He had been so sure... Just like the dozen or so other times that this scene had played out today.

The slight librarian lets out a heavy sigh, then turns back to the bookshelf he had been organizing. And yet, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on his work, the thoughts just wouldn’t stop creeping into the back of his mind.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that all of this was his fault, that he was going to be blamed somehow--either by Arafel and the others that were held under his sway, or else by the group once they realized what had happened. And then Arafel would blame him for giving his secrets away when he returned (for he had to return; he was sure of it... or so he tells himself desperately).

Laurent closes his eyes and lets his head fall to rest against the bookshelf... but it does him no good. For his mind is all too quick to conjure up images of that blood staining the white floor, and with it comes the same sense of dread that he had felt when he had first seen it. He still had no answers to what had happened; in fact, he felt as though he had even less than when he had first started.

Maybe he should just run... except he was pretty sure that wouldn’t work. Or, rather, he had heard the others talking about it, how once you signed the contract that quitting was damn near impossible. And the fact was, he had nowhere to really go. At least if he was here, then the odds of Ishgard finding him were slim.

No, he couldn’t run. But dear Fury did he want to as he hears another noise behind him and whirls around... only to be met with the sight of a furry body slinking along one of the library tables. He lets out a nervous laugh, then returns to his work.

#laurent haupard #arafel #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #writings

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human-antithesis · 1 year

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Destruction Ritual - Destruction Ritual (Demo) [July 17th, 2021]

Lineup:

Hervé Queyroix - Vocals

TerrorReign - Guitars, Bass, Keyboards

Arafel - Lead Guitar

Guest/Session:

Thomas Hennequin - Drums

#Destruction Ritual #Black Metal #International #Hervé Queyroix #TerrorReign #Thomas Hennequin #France #Arafel #United States #USA #US

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sivar-ffxiv-hub · 1 month

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Set me free, I've been caught in you Overcome with a heartsick voodoo

Vallerin w/ Arafel ~ @thedarknesssings

#gposers #ffxiv screenshots #elezen #male elezen #ishgardian #vallerin #vallerin x arafel

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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My mom made this ugly troll to sell yesterday and he is so damn cute.

#personal #arafel crafts

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dark-inc · 1 year

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Arafel de Courcelle.

#ffxiv #screenshots #gpose #elezen #vampire #Ishgard #noble #Arafel de Courcelle #{modifications}

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markynaz · 2 years

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6/11

Bees | Dreams Written for @tes-summer-fest 2022 Wordcount: 1232 Content Warnings: nightmares, light reality questioning Ao3 Mirror: here

Found in the journal of Nerevarine Arafel by her daughter in year 4E 150, among assorted other scrawls, directions crossed out and written over with other directions, pages of nothing but cursing, and the occasional pertinent bit of information.

12 (13?) Frostfall

Written in Colovian.

Woke up in cold sweat from awful dream. Can only recall one part. Tall figure with a golden mask - led me among the dead as through a wedding celebration. Heard many voices, but no lips moved. Strained to breathe, but chest didn't move. Masked man spoke with each figure as he passed among them, laughing and joking, as if they were alive, but they made no reply. Tried to cry out, but without breath, tongue fluttered in vain.

17 Frostfall

Written in Colovian.

Had another dream.

Walked alone through wedding hall full of ash pits. No visible dead. Heavy mask upon own face. Masked figure waited at the front as if a groom - or a duelist - couldn’t tell which. He bowed and extended a hand which I could not help but take. Led into the middle of hall. Pulled into a dance which I did not know, but my body moved easily.

“There are many rooms in the house of the Master,” murmured the masked man. “Be easy. In the halls of our enemies, you are unsafe, but in mine, you would always rest well.”

Spun me away and stood with open arms, waiting for my return. Wanted to run away, but could not. Reached up and touched mask on face - would not come off, but felt familiar.

Woke in panic before masked man moved again. Writing before dawn. Think- I think the mask on me was an Ordinator one.

Hersey?

Wish I knew who to ask about this. Caius is no help.

25 Frostfall

Written in Chimeris with Dunmeris alphabet. Translated by Nerevarine’s daughter, Sotha Sarethi.

Wedding hall dream again. Stood alone in middle of ash pits, mask upon face again. Opposite me - myself. Mirrored every move of my arms, though could not walk or look away. Creeping dread as if someone were standing behind me or magicka working through the air.

Mask was Ordinator one. Perhaps not - more firm than the Ordinator, likeness the same. Lips moved when double spoke. Not same voice as the other masked figure. In language I could not understand, yet I knew his meaning and could respond. Conversation (as close as I recall) below.

Double: “He speaks to us as he once spoke to me alone.”

Me: “I don’t understand.”

Double: “Nor do I. But we must try.”

Me: “We?”

Double: “You and I, together. Two as one. You may still affect change on this world - allow me to work through you.”

Me: “To what end?”

Double: “For Resdaynia - for Morrowind.”

Me: “What do you want of me?”

Double: “To listen to all - but not to trust. Bring together my people, Ashlanders and Housemer alike. Voryn was once… close. Avoid making others like him.”

Could not respond again before sensation of magic grew too strong. Masked double melted and shifted into other masked figure, who reached out to caress my face with the gentleness of a lover and the claws of a predator. Still could not move.

Do not recall how dream ended. Heart still beats fast with memory of it. Keep touching my face to reassure myself it’s mine.

Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality. Dreams cannot be reality

5 Sun’s Dusk

Written fully in Chimeris, alphabet and words. Translated with difficulty by her daughter, Sotha Sarethi.

Masked wedding hall dream. Again. Hall more detailed this time - no ash pits, strangely familiar in decoration and scope. Original masked figure. Mask upon my own face felt lighter. He approached me and bowed like an oathman to his liege.

“Hai Resdaniya, Lord Nerevar,” he said, touching lips to my hand. “Long forgotten, forged anew.”

Found I could speak. Knew the correct answer. “Lord Voryn Dagoth,” I said, raising him from his bow. “Kneel not. I am no longer myself.”

“But you may be more. Come, sweet Nerevar.” He reached up to caress my face again, claws scraping across the mask. “May I not see your face even in dreams?”

Once again rooted into stillness as he lifted the mask and let it drop to the floor. Horror - the mask was my face. Arafel’s face. Wrought in gold down to the last detail.

Skin of my hands was golden when I took his. Red eyes through other’s mask stared into my (Nerevar’s?) eyes as if starving.

“Three belied you, three betrayed you,” he urged. “One you betrayed was three times true. Come- climb Red Mountain. Break your bonds. Purge Morrowind - make us anew.”

Do not recall how I responded, only that it was in a language I know not. The same as what I currently write in - the same as the masked double spoke. Conversation continued until masked man grew angry and raised a hand to strike.

Woke before blow landed.

Do not think I can sleep again.

6 Sun’s Dusk

Written in Dunmeris.

I am sick of this. Was told to go to a Wise Woman about dreams. Directions to Urshilaku Camp:

Following directions are heavily scribbled over and evidently changed multiple times. Page of cursing follows.

20 Sun’s Dusk

Written in Dunmeris.

Finally found Urshilaku Camp. Feels like… home.

Wise Woman Nibani Maesa spoke with me about dreams and Nerevarine prophecies. Dreams notes:

- thinks dreams are from the Sharmat

- told repeatedly not to listen

- had no explanation for changing of masks

- seems to believe Ordination masks tie into Nerevarine prophecies - dissident priests? (ASK M. MILO)

- concerned by Voryn/Nerevar names

Nerevarine prophecies notes:

Omitted for relevancy and convolutedness. Half are scribbled out with different ink.

3 Evening Star

Written in Dunmeris.

Had a row with Milo over dreams and prophecies. She insisted Temple would be unhappy to hear about dreams. Quoted something of Vivec’s that made my heart squeeze - don’t know why. Convinced her to tell me how to reach Vivec’s palace without Ordinator approval.

Unsure why I’m certain Vivec will know. Feel both trepidation and delight about the prospect. Debating if I’ll go.

Nighttime. Cannot sleep for fear of more dreams. Will go to Vivec.

5 Evening Star

Written in Dunmeris

Had a… dream? Not a dream?

Found my way into Vivec’s hall. Met less resistance than expected.

He seemed surprised when he saw me. Greeted me by name - Arafel.

Stepped forward.

Felt suddenly as if I did not control my actions. Strode forward. Vivec did not move to stop me in time before I punched him.

He briefly fell from his floating position. I remember shouting at him - same strange language, feel like I should understand it, but can’t remember what was said.

Name Nerevar was thrown around.

Awoke on the floor in… what I think are Vivec’s private chambers. Not sure how I got here. Symbol of lyre all around. Journal was still in my pack, laid out respectfully beside me. Blanket under me.

Vivec just came in to check. Feigned unconsciousness. Saw developing bruise on his jaw. Left again to deal with a priest.

Dreams may be reality. Nerevar- Sharmat- Dagoth Ur? Voryn? Two in one? How much is true?

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

#nerevarine arafel #tes fic #your honor i love her <3 #tesfest22 #tumblr did a fucky wucky with the formatting actually so I recommend you read on ao3 instead it's a better experience #OH FUCK ME I FORGOT MY OWN WRITING TAG.#longform

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arafelartist · 27 days

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Sky Children Of The Light Art

Finally finished this beautiful picture of my sky character. I am so proud of this.

This took so long. I don't typically do full backgrounds for my art. Honestly I almost quit a couple of times while trying to work on the stone. Glad I didn't.