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nights-at-crystarium · 7 months
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✧✦✧ “Fragments” - episode 29 ✧✦✧
You're an ancient wizard with boundless power at your command, and you're terrified of some children.
New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon
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eorzea80 · 1 year
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Smell ya later, 2022.  Please be good to me 2023. I need a break.  Pryne’s Heavensturn: https://youtu.be/MbMjRsBwq74 Serla’s Heavensturn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsTSDU3gnyk
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chocolutty · 9 months
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Happy one year of Fragments!!!
If you haven’t seen it please do read it, it’s a charming comic made by @nights-at-crystarium and by god is Vivi gorgeous for no reason whatsoever I’m not simping you are-
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aethernoise · 11 months
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Beyond Word or Measure |Ch7: Theirs
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“Is this truly happening?” Aymeric wondered aloud, only half-jokingly, "Are you truly here?"
Alyx’s response was said with a smile but tinged with a distant trepidation. “Feels a bit too good to be true, doesn’t it?”
1062 Words, Rated M. 🌟 Read it here! 🌟 
(art is by @/peachiqiqi)
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necromeowncy · 1 year
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Aedric was a background bookworm in the latest episode of Fragments!
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the-imperial-nuisance · 4 months
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Disco Elysium but Harry du Bois is a DRK WoL
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warlordfelwinter · 6 months
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"i didn't get to play your past like a vr game like fiver did but"
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captainkurosolaire · 1 year
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~ Soul ~
Boy of Dream             Beast yet Tameless,                                            Grim Shadow’s without Guiding Light                                                          Savage devoid Solace,                                                                        Power left Satisfied                                                                           …And a door left turned.
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✧✦✧ "Fragments" - episode 41 ✧✦✧
They celebrate the night by playing games even more unhinged than usual, imbibing floral nectar, and dancing until every last person drops dead \o/
New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon Read 4 more episodes: patreon | kofi
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of-the-eventide · 11 months
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“the meeting on the elpis stairs”
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Seren: I wish I was more like you. Estinien: Strange, coming from the Warrior of Light. Why? Seren: Nothing seems to frighten you. Estinien: I have known fear. Many times. There is nothing to admire. Seren: But it never stops you. Estinien: Because there is a difference between feeling it and falling to it. Seren: So how do you stop yourself from falling? Estinien: Not that long ago, I would have said anger. Rage. Blind hatred. But now... I remember the people who rely on me. Who need me to push through. Seren: ... That is worthy of admiration, Estinien. Estinien: I don’t do it to be admired. Seren: Even more so, then.
[Continuation of THIS flashback sequence.]
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eorzea80 · 1 year
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0r-1KTP-90 We’ve had a pretty sucky holiday season IRL, to which Serla says “Can I offer you an egg in this trying time?”  Thanks, Serla. That actually means a lot.  
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valka · 3 months
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attending guest: ~ 「alcarich」 ✧ #OCLunarFestival2024
part 2: alca in complementary dark blue & gold hanfu note: historical accuracy not included.
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abyssalremia · 7 months
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“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰.”
It was Remia’s words that echoed in her thoughts while she had drifted in that suffocating darkness. Even when the voices of their comrades pierced through the shadowed veil and reached her ears in distorted waves of sound, pleading with her to not surrender herself to the void Zeromus tried to drown her within, it was Remia’s words from before they returned to the Thirteenth that were the clearest of them all. The only words she needed for her to find the strength to continue her fight.
“𝘕𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵.”
Zero’s steps slowed to a stop. The long stretch of stone floor that made up the vestibule of Golbez’s domain was laid out before her. The others had already returned to the moon’s surface while she had remained behind to speak with Golbez in private. Even Remia had followed the others after she had made sure the memoriate was alright, leaving her alone. It was, strange, to put it simply. Zero could hardly remember a time after she met Remia when she’s been truly alone. Usually the short, spiteful woman was somewhere close, or Zero herself would seek her out if she had wandered off. A terrible habit, she knew, but that never stopped her from searching for the voidmage.
Now she was all by her lonesome. Her gaze traveled from the stone floor up to the swirling clouds of fog that hid the depths of the domain from sight. Clad in ivory armor, her scythe broken only to be replaced by a sword and shield of ornate design, she stood still with her eyes trained above. She quietly watched the fog swirl and fade only for a new wave to come rolling in, her thoughts coming and going with the same ebb and flow.
There was something familiar in Remia’s words. She had heard something similar before. Back when the world was still rich with color and sound. Overflowing with life while the fires of war ravaged the land. Shortly before all was washed away by the deluge of darkness that devoured everything it touched. 
“𝘽𝙚𝙞𝙣’ 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣’ 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 ‘𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨? 𝙃𝙚𝙝, 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙄 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣’ 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤? 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖. 𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣’ 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚! 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙄’𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣’ 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙢? ‘𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.”
When Zero’s eyes fluttered open, she was no longer alone. The click of Remia’s clawed shoes echoed from further outside the vestibule, growing louder with every step. A hint of a smile ghosted across the memoriates lips.
Perhaps she wasn’t a hero. Just as Mariella outright scoffed at those who tried to call her one, Zero now understood why she refused such a lofty title. And to think it took her this long to see that there was no hidden meaning to her words back then. That the last time she and Mariella spoke would be the first time Mariella had ever been wholly honest with her thoughts. Though that did leave Zero with a new question.
“Why did you tell me I wasn’t a hero?”
Remia rolled her eye when she stopped a few paces in front of her. “Why?” She repeated. “Because you’re clearly not a hero. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this for you to—”
“No,” Zero cut her off. “I mean, is there a reason you don’t want me to become a hero?”
That gave the voidmage reason to pause. And then the corners of her lips were curling into a sly grin. “Ah, so you finally asked the right question.” Her warm giggles echoed in the open space as she turned to start back the way she had come with a nonchalant skip in her step. “Judging by your thoughts, I daresay you already know the answer to that.”
“But you can’t read thoughts.”
“You’re right, I can’t. But I can sense your emotions and see glimpses of your memories.”
Zero caught up to the short woman with only a few long strides. “I still don’t understand.”
More giggles escaped Remia while she cutely peered up at her companion. “My favorite voidsent,” her grin softened into a genuine smile, her uncovered eye shimmering with a warmth Zero couldn’t quite place, “you’re the last memoriate with a good heart still capable of fighting for your home. Let’s not ruin that by having you dawn the mantle of ‘hero’ as well.”
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚?”
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pyxisfelixhaven · 8 months
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ffxivwrite2023 #6 ;; r i n g
An uninterrupted slice of domesticity had been blessed to Pyxis that day: no meetings, no plans, no sudden calls to arms, and most important of all, no-one running up to them in the middle of the street in desperation. A day to try and forget all the responsibilities that had creeped onto their shoulders throughout the years, to enjoy being Pyxis Felixhaven and not a nameless Warrior of Light.
A shocked gasp echoed through the early evening skies, sending a shiver up Pyxis’ spine as she searched for the source. Despite their previous contentment, there was no hesitation in reassuming that heavy title. Spotting two figures at the ocean’s edge as she stood at the edge of Mist's promenade, a long sigh of relief passed their lips as one of them dropped to steady one knee in the sand.
A marriage proposal.
There were a few other beachgoers that had noticed the event as well, and the peaceful beach ambience was littered with applause and cheers of congratulations as the standing figure seemed to accept the gift with a tight embrace.
"Such a public place… I'm not sure I could handle that if I was proposed to."
The thought caught them off guard, and cheeks started to colour as the words sank in. Why would they even consider think about marriage proposals? They had only been dating Raubahn for a few months now, so to be drifting into the thoughts of what kind of sky they would be gazing up into, blissfully unaware of the kneeling figure behind until turning to see a ring box in his open palm, opened to reveal a glimmering ring nestled in velvet…
Pyxis stopped in her tracks at the bottom of the stairs to her home, hands enveloping burning cheeks. They couldn't get the image out of their head now, and to walk through the front door to see Raubahn sat in the small living space, happy to see their return, greeting them with a smile and a question as to why their face was so red…
Turning on one heel, it was time to take a quick lap around the block.
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avallachs · 1 year
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hermes & lethe make me go ballistic & scratch at the walls of my padded cell because they, in their isolation, are the picture of everything wrong with ancient society. the very structure of that society is reliant on them, and people like them, remaining isolated because the minute these outcast black sheep in that society come together is when the rot gets exposed. lethe isn’t even a person, having been a created arcane entity who developed a soul through experience (a phenomenon we have learnt can happen through the omicron quests + hythlodaeus hinted at it in elpis as well), but even with the soul she develops, she’s still treated as a thing.
and then she’s clandestinely thrown into pandæmonium as a dangerous specimen for further study when the convocation learns from her creator that she’s arcane rather than natural. and hermes is led to believe that she left without a goodbye. because there could never have been a happy end for them. i, rather self-indulgently, like to think of them as the first tragedy, because they had to be kept apart somehow for everything to play out as it was supposed to. idk if any of this makes sense but i’m losing my mind this fine evening <3
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