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kesakeshi · 4 months
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So, has anyone, like, turned the BGM down, replayed this cutscene, and only edited the parts with Estinien's voice into one whole video yet? No?
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new-old-friend · 2 years
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I really don't understand why G'raha won't enter the wol's room, in the Baldesion Annex, when the warrior of light invites him. I mean, look at his face, he's definitely making the eyes of someone who wants to spend the whole night with them, doing absolutely everything to help them relax. Everything.
Look at that face! Everything! And what about the voice, huh? EEEEEEVERYTHING!
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yzeltia · 2 years
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FFXIV Write, Day 1: Cross
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With a heavy sigh, Erichthonius stopped his trekking through Lethe, having long picked up an echo in his footsteps. He'd done his best to ignore it, but now close to his destination he felt it best to get the looming interruption out of the way. "Praxithius, I know you're there," he called out, turning to find the masked black-robed poorly attempting to hide behind a bush.
Brushing themself off, Praxithius wandered forward, catching up to the warder cautiously. "Sorry, I just wanted to see you off. You've been gone so much lately. I hear rumors of the creations they keep down there. When I don't hear from you I fear the worst..."
Erichthonius crossed his arms. "I am the son of Athena and Lahabreha was the one who taught me to shackle. How has that not reassured you in all this time?"
"Because she died..."
The warder winced then looked away, fists balling tight until feeling Praxithius pull one of his hands up and into their chest. "I forget how that weighs on you," the hooded figure apologized.
Erichthonius pulled his hand free then gently threw back his soft-spoken companion's hood, letting their pink bangs flick forward to brush his masked cheek. The warder smiled softly, brushing Praxithius's hair back before lowering their mask, revealing his scared, crystal-blue eyes and freckles. "I think it might be best if we did not have the same person tend to our hair. If you weren't as pale as snow some might mistake us for brothers," he mused, voice softening a bit as the other's worry had subdued his earlier annoyance at being pursued.
Praxithius frowned then rested his palm over the back of the warder's hand, eyes closing as he enjoyed the warmth of his touch. Erichthonius brushed his thumb along his love's freckles then leaned down to steal a kiss. "I cannot be late," he mumbled, face darkening with embarrassment as his ruby eyes scanned the area.
His love kissed him back then, stepping closer. "Just a bit longer. What if something were to happen?"
"Nothing will happen," the warder repeated flatly, gently squeezing the other's cheek before letting go.
Praxithius frowned then lightly clutched at the front of the other's robes, sapphire eyes wide. "Once more..."
Indulging the other Ancient, he rolled his eyes then led them to the shade of a high-rooted tree. Backing Praxithius into the bark he tilted his chin up and kissed him again, much slower and more deliberate, in hopes of satiating his love, and perhaps himself. The shorter male cooed softly, returning tugging on the front of the warder's robes, keeping him close as the embrace lingered. Erichthonius feeling himself slipping into overindulgence soon pulled back, watching the other's crimson face pant and look upon him with a greater need than he had time to fulfill.
"Praxithius, I must go do my duty."
"...for the Star? Surely your father won't miss you an hour more."
Erichthonius lurched back, feeling the heat within him shift from tenderness to rage. "Don't call him that. I don't want to hear of it, even as a joke," he lashed out.
Praxithius recoiled, holding themselves a not as they looked away. "Apologies."
The red-haired ancient exhaled hard through his nose, trying to stifle the rage within, as to not take it out on his love.
"I'm going to go. I'll send word when I'm on respite next," he growled, turning to go.
"Wait...Eric!"
The warder paused at hearing the call of his sweetened name. "I have to go," he repeated.
"I have something for you. Please," Praxithius pleaded, rummaging through his robes before pulling out a pair of chains, one silver, and one gold, with the former having a pocket chronometer and the latter a golden cross. "I had three made for us. If you take the gold piece and fix it into the silver..."
In his hand, Praxithius laid the chronometer flat then inserted the golden cross on top, it into a fitting slot that caused it open. Within, a little version of Elpis spun about and played a little tune. After letting it cycle through a rotation, Erichthonius closed it in the other's palm. "That was very pretty but my chains are heavy as it is.
The freckled Ancient huffed then put the golden chain into Erichthonius's hand. "It's two pieces, you'll take the key and I'll keep the other half."
"Fine," the warder answered, tying the chain to his belt. "Er, thank you...Wait, I actually have that thing I promised you."
Rummaging in his own robes, he pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it over. "It's that thing I was trying to describe last time. I'm apparently in as bad an artist though as a wordsmith. Now I'm leaving, for real this time," he huffed, giving his love one last kiss before hurrying onward.
Praxithius lit up, unfolding the paper to find the etching of what appeared to him as a green squirrel with ruby features. As Erichthonius departed, he heard the pleasant "awwing" over the feral creature, giving him cause for concern over his lover's taste.
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hodinodi · 8 months
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coffee biscuits w ryne's new goth acquaintance
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kicktwine · 1 month
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for as much as I love and adore stories where the power of hope and friendship is a blinding wonderful light, full of happiness and ease and laughter, something hits different about the way hope, in ffxiv, looks like this
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covered in blood and dirt and limping forward. It’s probably been said multiple times before but isn’t it a reassuring image to know that hope drags itself through the mud just as much as you do and keeps fighting when it can hardly stand. and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting
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thewickwheat · 2 months
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hey its a bunch of folks!!
Standalone designs I created for the tag charms
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charms available for pre-order here
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th1rt33n · 3 months
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more of these bc i love drawing stupid things
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varethane · 2 months
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Just remembering that final fight with Zenos..... no one tell the Scions about this.
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worldformula · 5 months
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you don’t know what you’re asking for.
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sirensongsea · 1 month
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unsundered.mp4
[Music]
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kesakeshi · 5 months
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Estinien sounds so...different...and so happy/healthy when meeting him again, I thought the guy got a different VA.
It's so adorable (and kinda motivating) to see how happier he is now and the progress he's made throughout each expansion. I'm so proud of him ❤
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(I wouldn't go on a trip with him without putting on my matching outfit!)
that miqote definitely wasn't secretly judging me
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edit, I guess he didn't wanna match with me :(
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new-old-friend · 2 years
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chaobunnyarts · 2 months
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Let’s catch falling stars together 💫🐉
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figgyroo · 4 months
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She’s so cute!!
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juncopandi · 10 months
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You cannot convince me that this isn't what happened at the Old Sharlayan customs desk
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birues · 7 months
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"And though he can carry himself with a certain glib ease, Emet-Selch is not a man to bear his burdens lightly. In fact, I can imagine they have only grown heavier with every passing century."
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