Haven’t posted here in a while!! Here’s a piece I’ve drawn for the fanfest art contest! It didn’t get selected but I’m happy to share this nonetheless! 🥰
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Haven’t posted here in a while!! Here’s a piece I’ve drawn for the fanfest art contest! It didn’t get selected but I’m happy to share this nonetheless! 🥰
The Seat of Sacrifice
You just know everyone passed out in Wol’s inn room after ultima thule
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I’ve been redoing shadowbringers recently, and there’s something I want you to see.
I want you to look at this sandwich basket the exarch made for wol after returning from il mheg
looks delicious right ? now count each of them, if you count everything that makes 14 sandwiches
in this scene wol talks with ardbert (with the screen fading out), then goes to sleep. when they wake up we see that the whole basket is empty: this implies wol ate a basket of fourteen sandwiches in one sitting didn’t even put some on the side of later or anything do you know how hungry you’d have to be to eat fourteen sandwiches like that.
Always remember . 😭💖
You have to understand that I think being a Warrior of Light is a vocation that requires a very particular person with an absolutely lunatic drive. You need to be a martyr. You need to be okay with murder. You need to think that punching god in the face is okay. You must love fetch quests. You must be willing to give all of you, every single piece, if it means it will keep everyone safe. How you approach dissembling yourself into your puzzle piece elements to hand to people like an active grenade to lob at their problems is up to you. But you must be okay with it.
You must think, when asked if you want to have a fist fight at the end of the world, that giving into your base instincts is the greatest mercy your always-enemy-always-equal narrative foil who rode the light of stars to find you can grant you