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chesca playing Final Fantasy
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any pronouns fine but she/they are the usuals | white | old | this is just an account for yelling about final fantasy, usually my xiv ocs
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ardbert trying to troubleshoot a printer (the printer has an axe in it but that was not the initial problem)
Screenshot of ardbert from final fantasy XIV. He looks anguished. A dialogue box says “We did everything right, everything that was asked of us, and still— still it came to this!”
November 28, 2025 at 11:37 AM
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Hexts from last night (I’m doing studies again)
Figure study of a trueref image, made into a picture of Lyse from final fantasy XIV. She looks up with an awkward smile, half-sitting on a surface behind her.
November 21, 2025 at 10:22 PM
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Nite toself for later: ysayle in these tights
November 15, 2025 at 12:29 PM
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Adds her to the ‘might finish this later’ pile
Unfinished picture of Minfilia from FFXIV, clasping her hands in prayer
November 7, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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Screenshot of castle mania Simon's quest, with 'what a horrible night to have a curse' edited to instead describe a wonderful night
November 5, 2025 at 8:21 AM
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Not sure I’m going to finish it (Vladimir Serov, Waiting for the Signal)

Probably not a brilliant idea to reference a picture that’s so strongly reliant upon it being set at night for this but. Oh well! I wanted to play with this!
Left: Vladimir Serov’s Waiting for the Signal (edited to feature only two figures). A man looks out past the viewer while a woman huddles behind him, both determined. Right: Painting heavily referencing the art on the left. Thancred and Ryne take the place of the man and woman, Thancred heartbroken and Ryne determined but curled in on herself in fear, while many bright silhouettes of Minfillia reach out to try to touch and comfort them.
November 3, 2025 at 12:50 PM
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tonight's progress: saddest, wettest drowned puppy in the universe and the sleep paralysis demon
previous sketch with the faces rendered out more - thancred looks heartbroken while ryne looks on without expression.
November 2, 2025 at 1:14 AM
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regretfully I am on my 'turn your studies into blorbos' shit again and also getting into soviet art.
left - clipped section of Waiting for the Signal by Vladimir Serov. A man looks out past the viewer while a woman huddles behind him, also looking out. right - sketch copying the basic layout of the first image, but featuring Thancred and Ryne
November 2, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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RAID FOOD
A black and red cake
October 31, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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one of them never tells the truth and the other always lies
Braids with the NPC who looks like braids
October 28, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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SHES BACK

SHE'S BACK

THE RANDOM NPC WHO LOOKS LIKE BRAIDS IS BACK!!!
an all saints wake npc who has been MISSING for YEARS!!!!
October 28, 2025 at 9:06 PM
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Ryne sits on a rock, holding a gunblade and surrounded by flowers
October 27, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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It’s anatomy studies time again so you get thirst traps
Thancred sits on a cube, holding his hair with one hand and looking at the viewer.
October 24, 2025 at 8:56 PM
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Her passive is just 'my girlfriend <3 MY GIRLFRIEND <3'.

and her unique ability is 'my girlfriend...........!!! I MUST HIT THING WITH HAMMER REAL FAST'

As it should be.
Dissidia stats information for Gaia. Her passive ability is 'Necklace of eternal ice'.
October 15, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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I don't remember if I still have the files for this print-at-home Minfilia standee but I found it while cleaning. I should start doing these again
October 15, 2025 at 7:08 AM
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I don’t actually know where I’m going with this I was just sketching out ideas but also: Marcel trying to helpfully sweep up all the pieces and being surprised when the Exarch rebuilds himself makes me happy.
October 8, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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dril screenshot edited to be attributed to 'the sharlayan forum': and another thing: im not divorced. please dont put in the newspaper that i got divorced.
October 8, 2025 at 1:42 PM
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PART 2 DID NOT POST BEFORE I GOT ON THE BUS 2/2
There is nothing trapped in the crystal, now. Nothing to break free, and nothing to reveal itself to have been dead since the start. "When I am dead, like you." They say, and they do not mourn him because a pixie can never really mourn anything but themselves. But they can mourn themselves in all kinds of ways. An Exarch can mourn the days he never spent with a dead man who is not dead. An Ascian can mourn the way that the duties of his fellows are complete and his own never will be. And they can mourn the time they might have spent with him, the games they might have played together. They can mourn the fun they cannot have. "I will know better than to become a G'raha Tia."
October 7, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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I wasn’t going to post this year’s ffwrites but in honour of this picking up a whole lot of additional meaning from that side story: Feo Ul considers what is and is not a pixie. 1/2
An Exarch is, they suppose, a sort of pixie. It is a convenient thing to suppose, because it places the only one they know neatly under their rule. It would place all of the Crystarium under their rule, if only he cooperated with their constant attempts to put a crown upon his head. If they were to be fair — and they are fair in all things — they might concede that his head has already been occupied for some time. A crown would look silly atop the hood, and it wouldn't fit underneath. An Ascian is also a sort of pixie. An ugly, misbehaving sort that does things they do not care for and doesn't seem to understand what a King is, but they doesn't mean they don't know a pixie when they see one. A Vauthry is a pixie, as well. They'd considered for a while that a mayor might be a sort of pixie, but the new mayor is as ephemeral and human as they ever saw. So it must just be a Vauthry. For a long time, a Minfilia had been a sort of pixie. The same sort as an Ascian, more or less, only smaller and prettier and better behaved and they liked the Minfilia more. But then the Minfilia had stopped being a Minfilia, and if a thing can change and live on as something different then it is absolutely not a pixie. Because that is what makes a pixie, really, the not changing. The Kingdom of Rainbows is forever young. The Kingdom of Rainbows is never anything other than young. The Kingdom of Rainbows is young, else it is nothing at all. To be anything other than what they are in this moment is to be dead. Marcel brought them an insect trapped in amber once. That was a sort of pixie, too. They kick their feet in thought, their heels striking the crystal as they do with a little echoing sound like bells. They always thought too much, the other pixies said, except that now they don't say any such thing. Now, they think the correct amount and everyone else simply does not have such a brilliant and clever mind. They do not know what their amber is, nor that of any of the other pixies of Il Mheg. Urianger's books say a pixie is made from the unspent youth of a mortal child, brought into being by the world's combined belief in the unfairness of a life cut short. It would make sense, they suppose, that so many of them brought themselves into being after the flood. But an ascian's amber is duty, and if it were broken away then the thing inside would not be a thing freed. It would only be a thing dead. This is why an ascian is a pixie and a Minfilia is not. A Minfilia's amber is duty, too, but when the amber is broken away from a Minfilia, she looks around and stretches her limbs, then picks out only the prettiest pieces of it to carry with her as she begins to fly away. Metaphorically, of course. An insect would fly away, if it could be broken free and live. Minfilias do not have the good sense to have wings. Pixies die all the time. Some are long-lived, and some last only a few years. They tire of games and start to want the things that mortals have, and then they curl up somewhere and close their eyes and never wake. Sometimes they are gone, and the others whisper about the beaver that came to take them when they wanted the wrong sort of things. Even they died, once, a little bit, when they placed the crown on their head. They'll die the rest of the way, one day, when they run out of things to think about and games to play. When they stop wanting presents and servants and treats and start to want to be loved or to keep a home or to see something small and precious become grown. A pixie is a living funeral, a dreaming wake, dancing upon their own grave until they tire of the festivities and choose to mourn and move on. An Ascian, and an Exarch, is similar, but a little worse. More boring. Their own pallbearers. Executors of their own will. They could have made the Exarch into a leafman. A leafman is a little bit like a pixie and a little bit like a mortal and a little bit not like either. A mortal prevented from changing. Their leaves can grow, and their roots, and sometimes they even learn to talk and move about and become the favoured plaything of the whole kingdom. But they can't change, they can never learn something new and become a different person. They can never grow past a fear. They can never become anything other than what they were unless the pixies tending them grow bored and they forget, bit by bit, that they were something other than leaves and branches. Or they stop being a leafman entirely. A Minfilia is a sort of leafman, perhaps, rather than a sort of pixie. He would still be here, if he were a leafman. Probably. He might just be a leafman made of glass. They don't know how it works, to turn a thing that is a sort of pixie into a leafman. It isn't the done thing, to go about playing those sort of games on other pixies. But if change is death to a pixie, then stasis is life. The last King would have lived forever, dancing on their own grave until they wore through the dirt and their shoes and the bones of their feet ground away at the lid of their coffin. They could have given that to the Exarch, and he would still be here. A sin eater might be a sort of leafman, too, now they think about it. There is nothing trapped in the crystal, now. Nothing to break free, and nothing to reveal itself to have been dead since the start.
October 7, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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I have not seen the story it’s illustrating yet but:
Galuf giving a young Krile her cloak of nine lives.
October 7, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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unfortunately I only realised that I had left myself open to this after posting, so I'm making the joke before anyone else can
The previous post with words blacked out to read 'one thing I find really compelling about G'raha is that he is fertile'
October 5, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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Anyway in honour of glasses-less baby Koana have some glasses-less teenage Koana
He still wore his hair long, then, and while Earthenshire had a few artisans capable of making reading glasses they had none with the medical expertise he would later find in Sharlayan. His glasses were beautifully made but medically crude things that only magnified what he saw rather than bringing the world into focus as it had been before a decade and change of voracious reading in every sort of light had reduced it to the bleached, blurred thing that it is, and the physicians would bid him to spend hours at a time in darkness looking at nothing at all to balance out the time he spent squinting, and it only worked to keep the headaches manageable rather than eliminating them. Lamat'yi had never been afraid of the dark, he suspects. Certainly she wasn't afraid of it once she reached her first growth and became as tall as he was at the end of his second. She would sneak out of the palace close enough to every night to run through the markets and ask every last man and woman what they thought about any topic that might spring to mind until someone inevitably brought her home with bright eyes and a half-dozen problems to run around solving come morning. But she still feigned it then, when they were together, so that in low light there was a reason for him to hold her hand and let her lead him and save himself a little squinting. He still tries to do his own reading, against the advice of the physicians and the complaints of something in the back of his skull, for as long as he yet can. He dictates more often than he writes. Even if he does lose his sight in the next decade, as the physicians fear that he might, he will not lose his mind. He could take pride in knowing his letters better than anyone else when he was young, it made him useful. But for a grown man - for a promise - it is rather more optional than it is for a child scrambling to make a good trade. He only needs to be able to think. This time in the dark gives him hours upon hours to practice thinking.
October 4, 2025 at 10:32 PM
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anyway maybe I'll finish this later. didn't manage to do it during september but referenced trueref's september drawthis bsky.app/profile/true...
Sidurgu in his room at the Forgotten Knight. He has his back to the window and lamp and as a result his face is lit only by the glow from Fray's now-abandoned cane. Sidurgu in his room at the Forgotten Knight. He has his back to the window and lamp and as a result his face is lit only by the glow from Fray's now-abandoned cane. (close up on face, without colours)
October 4, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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shadowbringers (2019)
The Exarch follows Emet-Selch around, playing the trombone. Later, Emet-Selch shoots him.
October 3, 2025 at 1:46 PM
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suffering
FFXIV Screenshot: "You have recovered all 9340 GP consumed during the stellar mission"
September 28, 2025 at 1:21 AM