#arleaux

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There we go! There's the full roster in all their High Res glory!

I am so happy 😭💕

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I feel it.... I feel the cosmos...

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“I am nothing like my father.” “Are you sure about that? You have his eyes... ”

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https://hikaku-sitatter.com/en/

Saw this going around and thought it was pretty cool!

Only had a handful to try as most of them are similar heights and I haven’t gotten around to writing them in their bio’s yet xD

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So it looks like the website updates with new filters! I found the Pride one and knew exactly who I could use 😍

Happy Pride Month! 🌈

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"Allow me to pass along some sound advice given to me by a good friend. 'Your journey will be fraught with perils and heartache, often times it will seem hopeless, but you must remember to keep going. Keep pushing ahead, always. Look back, only to remember the events and the people that put you on this path to tread. Walk into the future with no regrets, and always remember that you're never alone'."

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Since my two favourite people found this adorable picrew, I made some for mine!

I think this is one of my favourites ❤️

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@nightshade-on-my-grave @cigarettes-n-daisies

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FFXIV Write 2021 ~ Prompt 3

Scale

Footsteps echoed on the stone. Cold. Lonely. Empty.

They echoed so hollow.

Arleaux’s breath caught in his throat when he approached the doors to the inner sanctum of the Church. At first he thought it was the warmth chasing the chill of winter from him, but the walls loomed over him and he felt stifled. Constricted.

He loosened the collar of his jacket and willed himself to take another step, then another. It was like walking through tar.

It was only when he stopped at the statue of Halone herself inside that he felt... strange.

He should have found peace here, shouldn’t he? That’s what they had said. The priests and the Knights and everyone else.

And yet... it felt like this wasn’t his place.

His very presence felt like it offended her. Even as he gazed up into her stony cold eyes, he could feel her looking into his heart, his very soul, and drew her own conclusions.

A shuddering breath escaped him and then... he couldn’t hold it any longer.

He broke.

Collapsing to his knees, it washed over him like a wave.

Their faces, their screams. He promised he’d never forget their names but it was so hard to remember when all it brought was pain, or guilt, or shame.

Emotion bubbled to the surface, making him choke on a sob.

The fire, the dragon’s roars.

The searing, endless pain that felt like it would never end.

He gave everything for Ishgard, for his home and what had it gotten him? The loss of his friends, his honour, his hands. His life.

“Halone help me...” he whispered hoarsely, “I should have protected them. I-I couldn’t...”

He threw himself on her mercy then, clinging to cool stone with weakened hands. “They trusted me and I... I’m so sorry...”

But the Fury herself had cast her own verdict, the scales of judgement tipped.

“It should have been me.”