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Sarcasm, Shitposting, and Sky Pirates. The three S words of the revolution. All you'll find here is Final Fantasy, Memes, and Aesthetic.

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A group of Ilsabardian privateers. The White Devil Rovers sport white jackets, along with goggles and masks laden with black and silver accents. Known for their ruthlessness, they’re believed to be mostly of Ala Mhigan descent, having been formed under Garlean rule in Gyr Abania, long before the liberation. The Rovers are an all-men crew. 

— Heartless Campaign, Glossary Entry: “White Devil Rovers”

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Secret concepts SE doesn’t want you to experience

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💎💔 To push celebratory efforts in the light of Heartless’ closure and immense success, I have decided to make this patreon thank-you-card available across all platforms.

Thank you for being here, thank you for taking part in this story. 

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🐸⚔️ Video progress of my Frog artwork! No sound. Approx. 2 hours on SAI, condensed in 8 min for you.

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🐸⚔️ The Knight

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busting out my pencils for the first time in a very, very long time. I’ve taken my easel out so I hope to get more out

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                                         Remnant of Dath’sholar

                                             Patreon reward by @borderbipoline

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#19 - where the heart is

[Post-HLS Finale]

She promised, so long as she lived, she would never let iron defile her flesh. Never captive, always free. She would rise above doubt, of oppression, of hatred and pettiness and greed and every sin she bore in the name of her cloth. No matter the consequences, her choices would always be her own. This was how she was taught to revere her god.

She pulled back her hood and shed her skin, robes of dazzling white and of gold fall from her bare shoulders for all to see that beneath perfection there were scars there. Her robes fell to the dust and sand and well-trodden cobbles, brought low and sullied upon the streets which they had served.

Long had she wore that protective coating of the priesthood as a shield against her own self-doubt, of her own sins, of her own inabilities to live up to the expectations of those she had sought as kin. No more. Her truth was laid bare for all to see.

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When your playerbase from your mega RP campaign gets upgrades from one zone to the other to ward themselves from aetherial pressure generated by Allag’s shitty labs

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High-res key artworks for the Finale of my FFXIV megacampaign, “Heartless”, without text.

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First Blood

cw: death, blood, emetophobia (gagging)

Do you remember the first life you’d taken?

Would it be easier to remember the first life you saw reach its end, right before your eyes?

Was it peaceful? Was it cut tragically short?

What does it feel like?

Does it hang in your chest, like a rotting rope that refuses to fray?

Does it crunch up your ribs like metal teeth, and make your mouth into a stomach?

How does it feel when it’s a stranger?

Is it worth even thinking about?

But what makes a stranger?

He had a name, didn’t he?

You can’t forget it.

Ingrid.

Ingrid Myste.

You saw the crossbow bolt pierce through his neck. You saw his pupils bobbing up and down like marbles in a cage. You didn’t hear him gasping, gagging on his own blood—but you pictured it, and that was enough. You knew it was there.

It was a good shot. The blood didn’t leave him until he hit the ground.

You only found out he was a Myste after the fact. It should be comforting, shouldn’t it? He had no one waiting for him. He was all alone. But... no, that isn’t right. That isn’t right at all.

What if it was—?

...

You couldn’t see him, when it happened. He wore that mask—that gasmask, over his face. You couldn’t see what was in his eyes after he pulled the trigger. But they were the eyes of a boy, sixteen summers old, eyes that should’ve been filled with wonder and curiosity, hope and ambition.

They weren’t. You knew they weren’t.

And when you saw his hands trembling, you saw yours instead.

You heard his last words, before he was pulled away.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re sorry too.

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“I know in my heart that those final moments we’d shared were not a farewell, but a promise.”

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The final quest cards for Heartless’ ending, happening tomorrow. Several events will happen in real-time during four hours for all players to experience. Heartless was a 40-50 player campaign that lasted 6 months, meant for the Aether Data Center.

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I’m on PATREON!

I have been for years, but it took me a long time time to manage the confidence to make a proper post for it. Please, if you like my stuff, consider it! If you can not afford a monthly subscription, I also have a ko-fi for punctual donations!

🎨 https://www.patreon.com/Meishali ☕ https://ko-fi.com/meishali

Thank you so much!

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“Shortly before Baelsar’s Wall was built, we had Salgard make something for us. Before we received our markings, and before we became Devin’s acolytes. Ala Gheran was closer to the Spine, so Imperials reached it last.  Twas later then that we learnt they forbade freedom of worship, and started rounding up shamans and monks.

We felt something was coming. But we did not want to leave.”

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On Gyr Abania’s occupation

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So I tend to most more of my art over to twitter these days, and forget to share it here, but in THIS CASE it worked out bc I made some alterations to this piece after posting it there!

Here’s the finished work… Defiant Bride as Djeeta, from Granblue Fantasy! Since I named myself Bride in game, she just kinda became my Danchou… fittingly, I figured she’d make a good Draph.