caitir-stormsong
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Genuinely i think its so funny that all the stories we hear of Alphinaud's studium days are Alisaie and Krile ripping on him for being cringe with all his corny speeches and flirting and everything, and then we get to Sharlayan and it all worked on them. He was Sharlayan's Prom King. He was Sharlayan's Bad Boy. Nightmare society.
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Goodbye… Emet Selch… I’ll never forget about you and your people…
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The final days of Amaurot…
I want to say that emet selch is probably the best villain in the whole FF series
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The Ocular, five Norvrandt years ago
Thancred: Wow, if I had a nickel for every time I was yanked out of reality and reappeared naked in a place I’ve never seen before, I’d have two nickels - which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.
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Body Aesthetic - Caitir Stormsong
[ BODY ]
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
[ HEIGHT ]
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
[ SKIN ]
Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.
[ EYES ]
Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Turquoise. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Hazel. Crimson. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Black sclera. Normal sclera.
[ HAIR ]
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Pompadour. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. Ponytail. Braid. Locks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Going Grey. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Orange. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.
[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. Henna tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Forearm tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
[ COSMETICS ]
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.
[ SCENT ]
Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals.
[ CLOTHES ]
Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs.Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.
[ SHOES ]
Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.
Tagged By the FANTASTIC: @alluring-adornments
Tagging: @minervae-stormsong @moonlight---melodies and anyone else who wants to that I didn’t tag!
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A story about creation magic.
sorry for the image wall!!!
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G’raha: If I am to witness this valiant tale unfold with my own eyes, I must needs hone my martial skills ere we ascend the spire!
Rammbroes: No you are not!
G’raha: As an observer, I am not, strictly speaking, subject to your authority….
That time G’raha got sassy because he couldn’t run away and become an adventurer like WoL.
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how has shadowbringers made ya’ll so horny on main……….
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touch-starved
When Ardbert first realizes that he can touch you, he comes up with little reasons and excuses to do it as much as he can. Brushing against your arm as he walks by, a friendly pat upon the shoulder, slinging his arm around you as he laughs at some stupid joke you’d told him. The truth is, to his chagrin, he finds he cannot get enough. It has been so painfully long since he had felt anything that the texture of your skin and your clothes becomes addictive. He begins forgoing his gauntlets, leaving his hands and arms bare so that he might marvel at the warmth he feels every time his ethereal flesh meets yours.
He prays you don’t notice, but he can hardly be covert when every gesture is accompanied by touch. The realization that he has been found out comes when you start giving him small smiles each time—knowing and kind. It embarrasses him at first, but he is grateful at the least that you seem not to mind the casual touch. So he persists, keeping up the facade as best he can, pretending for his own sake that you don’t know exactly what he’s up to.
Eventually, he finds himself aching for you in your many absences, when you are among your friends where he cannot speak to you. He watches from afar, concealed and longing for the moment you might return to your room in the Crystarium. As always, he races ahead of you, that he can be there waiting for the opening of those doors.
The journey, slowly but surely, takes its toll on you. He sees this and offers what solace he can without taking from you more than you can give him. It’s hard not to be greedy, Ardbert finds, and terribly easy to fall into bad habits. He struggles to remain vigilant, to support you as he can.
Then, one day, you open the doors and hug him. He freezes in place, overwhelmed by how warm you are. How soft, how gentle even as you cling to him, face buried against his shoulder as small sobs wrack your body. It stuns him, and it takes him entirely too long to react—to wrap his arms around you and hold you while you stammer out precious few words that he can barely understand.
What he surmises is that finally you have reached your breaking point, and with so much left to do, it was all you could manage to make your way back here—to Ardbert—without losing yourself where your friends could see. You apologize profusely, but he hushes you each time, his heart aching for you as it always does despite you being wonderfully present. Everything you say to him, choked up and half-formed, are things he has thought himself, long ago when his own journey had been at the forefront of his world.
This weight is a terrible burden, he tells you, rubbing your back as he speaks, his voice low and gentle. No one should ask so much of a single person. It isn’t right, but it must be done. Someone has to be the savior. Someone has to undo my mistakes. And I am so, so sorry that it has to be you. But you are not alone. You are never alone. Take solace in that, even if it hurts.
You quiet as he speaks, and when he falls silent, the only sound in the room is your steady breathing. He can feel it on his neck, almost dizzy as he is from the prolonged contact. Eventually, you must pull away. You must carry on, despite the hurt. But for just a moment longer, Ardbert wants to put it off. To keep you here, in his arms, where the two of you can forget all about Warriors of Light and Warriors of Darkness—where you can be two ordinary people, taking comfort in each others’ presence.
But you will carry on—you will shoulder that mantle and that pain and you will walk forward toward a better tomorrow. A tomorrow that you may not even see, just as he had done over a hundred years before. Just as he had tried to do again, when he and his friends had been cast out to your star. Somehow, you had forgiven him for that.
Perhaps that is the line down which you two truly differ—he is so rotten through by sorrow and defeat, and you hold your head high yet. You can forgive. You can hold him like this, despite everything, even if you feel so selfish for it.
“Sorry,” you mutter, and you start to pull back from him.
“Wait—” His damnable voice cracks on the word. He clears his throat. “Please, just…a little while longer…”
You still against him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, cursing himself. But you stay, and that’s the important part. You hug him just a little tighter, and part of him will always love you for that. The word gives him significant pause, and he goes rigid against you, mouth twisting into a rueful smile. When had it come to this? He cannot quite recall. But he finds he doesn’t mind it. Yet another thing only you could bring him to feel.
“Thank you,” Ardbert murmurs eventually, fingers curling for a moment into your back before he releases you. “Forgive me. I was…” he trails off, his words failing him.
“I understand,” you say, and you smile, your cheeks tear-streaked and your eyes red and swollen. And—damn you—you reach up and touch him, your fingers so warm and tender as they slide against his cool skin until your palm is flush to his face. His eyes flutter shut, and his breath deepens. “You are always at my side. Thank you for that.” He laughs, but the sound is choked and filled with such a sorrow that he can scarcely grasp it himself. It has been so long…
“Until the end,” he promises, eyes opening—clear, determined blue. “We’ll see this through, you and I.”
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Y’shtola has Stone IV, Foul, Blizzard IV, Aero, Water, and Thunder spells, and is called a Sorceress.
Alphinaud is an Academician, so he gets to have Scholar spells while keeping his carbuncle. Minfillia was able to cast spells as a Rogue. Urianger has a Death spell as an Astrologian.
Basically, don’t let your dreams be dreams. Have your character know whatever skills/spells you want, and if people call it lore breaking or Mary Sue tell them you don’t care. And that’s that.
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