[b52hart]

"Everyone has a chapter they don't read out-loud."

[b52hart]

"So long as we were together, whatever foe stood against us, whatever twist of fate conspired to undermine us, I believed with all my heart that there was nothing we could not do."

[mooglemeet]

With more people returning to Tumblr, I thought I’d make one of these posts! Can you please give this a like/reblog if you’re an active ffxiv blog focusing on roleplay, character building, screenshots, etc. and you’re looking for more people to follow. This way new, returning or even active blogs can take a look at the likes/reblogs and find active people they might like to follow.

[altruisticwriter]

-J.M. Barrie

[altruisticwriter]

“I am pieces of all the places I have been, and the people I have loved. I’ve been stitched together by song lyrics, book quotes, adventure, late night conversations, moonlight, & the smell of coffee.”

- Brook Hampton

[altruisticwriter]

Pieces

[deathflare]

exarch mode (screenshot redraw)

[jiinmalos]

ffxiv graphic meme — [ 1 / 5 ] npcs

g'raha tia —I want you to make me a promise. Be it across time or space, our promises have always connected us. And so I ask that you indulge me once more, that this won’t be the end.

[nights-at-crystarium]

The eternal wind is rustling gently through these leaves.

[not-withoutyou]

battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.

[b52hart]

[b52hart]

One day she would observe time. Cease those who would attempt to toy with the laws of such.

[b52hart]

One slip in time, she hid within plain sight.

And She Swam Through The Stars.

[notapaladin]

Reblog if it's okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs

Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.

[b52hart]

No words <3

[b52hart]

"Promise me..."

[b52hart]

The Exarch, standing in the middle of the sanctum, worriedly observing as the conjurers tended to the others. He catches a flicker out of the side of his eye as Dasica rifted in, limp, lifeless, laying on the infirmary bed. His face's pigment instantly washes away, turning white in fear—the conjurers working in the back swarming her, rushing to her aid. Time had slowed in his mind from fear, and he hadn't manipulated it himself.

He was terrified, unknowing from afar. The Exarch thinking about what could have transpired that's led to this? He clenches his jaw tight; he had never felt so trapped within his bound duty to time, to the tower. He keeps his distance so as not to cause a scene and possibly expose the both of them to the unknowing citizens of the Crystarium. His eyes though didn't leave her side as he's waiting, watching, reminding himself of hope. "Hope..." the words escape his lips from his troubled mind.

A single conjurer solemnly walks over to The Exarch. She looks to him for information. "My lord, does this woman have any family members within the Crystarium? As you saw, she appeared here out of nowhere, and no one followed suit; we feel that if she has anyone, they should be able to see her if we're unable to fix this, and we've done everything right now that we can."

His ears droop, lowering with his head "A moment...if you please." he walks over to Dasica's infirmary bed, requesting the conjurers to move aside; there's one attempt, one trick he knows that has to save her, and he takes it. Picking her limp, lifeless body up in his arms, holding her, he makes his way to the tower—the longest walk of his life. He crosses the scions and meets eyes, glare in passing. Each stair step he takes up leading up top, he wonders what it was like the day she was born, to hold her as a child, did him and Freya sing songs of their adventures as they put her to bed each night? Ultimately, what leads her to jump backward in time? He finally reaches the top staring straight ahead, walking through the large towering doors. They shut firmly behind him, the blue aetherial seal glowing.

[b52hart]

"Tis good to be Awake"

[b52hart]