Turns out I never posted this here??
Anyway this was my piece for @ffxivthemiszine! I really adore the Warriors of Darkness and wanted to portray how they were puppeteered by Elidibus!

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Turns out I never posted this here??
Anyway this was my piece for @ffxivthemiszine! I really adore the Warriors of Darkness and wanted to portray how they were puppeteered by Elidibus!
Gentle Dark
A Final Fantasy XIV fic. Urianger/Moenbryda, and other relationships. Please see AO3 for full list of tags and warnings. Updates Fridays, biweekly.
Heartbroken after the loss of his dearest companion, Urianger labors to save two worlds in which he has never felt more alone.
Chapter 9: These Tenuous Threads of Fate
'Twould be yet another day or two ere Urianger could bring himself to make the trek back to the Silver Bazaar, knowing even as he did that to delay would avail him naught. Mayhap he had hoped by the grace of the Scholar that he might at once stumble upon some verse of prophecy that would make plain to him that which the Mothercrystal had set in motion⦠even illuminate for him his next steps. Alas, 'twas not to be, not yet, and he had delayed far long enough
He set out late in the afternoon, after a late night followed by a fitful sleep, forgoing the aetheryte in favor of traveling on foot, hoping that the longer journey might help him to clear his mind. Passing through the Footfalls, he found his gaze lingering upon the Belah'dian ruins, o'er-grown with moss and ever-crumblingβthose which had not already been pilfered for their raw materials in the wake of the Calamity. South of the path, two Lalafellin thaumaturges stood waist-deep in water before the Silent King, the upper half of a great statue that lay askew within the waters of the oasis. Scholars dispatched from the Order of Nald'thal, no doubt; these were a common sight. A pity more resources could not be devoted to the preservation and study of these ruins, the likes of which would never have been left to moulder in Old Sharlayanβ¦ but these were troubled times, and the priorities of the Order were not those of the Forum.
Nonetheless, it troubled his scholar's heart. Forsooth, much had been lost that had once been known. Without great effort, much remained to be lost, even now.
Read on: AO3 | dreamwidth
Branden:Β Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk?
Lamitt:Β *sighing* Nyelbert.
Nyelbert:Β Fuck shit up out there, but donβt die.
Renda-Rae:Β *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.
Most Punchable Warrior of Darkness
Ardbert
Branden
Renda-Rae
Nyelbert
Lamitt
Cylva
a couple months ago in august, i helped out with Tiffany Lockheart in making companion images for her Ardbert Week on twitter. i was looking to do it for all the days but i was actively stopped actually from two more - nonetheless i wanted to compile for tumblr what all i worked on! these were all made in the span of the week that Ardbert Week was going on.
Day 4 - ππππ«π’π§π
ππ π€πππ ππ’π π‘ π‘ππ¦πππ π‘π πππ‘ ππ¦, πππππ βπππππ πππ’πππβπ‘ βππ£π ππππ ππ’ππ‘βππ ππππ ππ’π πππππ
Ardbert Week 2023 [01 - Sight] - [02 - Smell] - [03 - Taste] - [04- Hearing] - [05 - Touch] [06 - Rain] - [07 - Tomorrow]
Renda-Rae