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Serina Ceres
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I consider this a spiritual successor to this.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: female WoL - Character, Original Final Fantasy XIV Characters
Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Fluff, Flash Fiction, Cute, Sapphic Fluff, Lalafell OC - Freeform, Elezen OC
Summary:
Sometimes, you do laundry, and sometimes you ride the clothes hamper down the stairs! A moment of fun between two adventurers enjoying some time at home. Rated E for Everyone.
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ff14#final fantasy 14#sapphic fluff#flash fiction#flash fanfiction#fanfiction#lalafell#elezen
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"Per-Dawntrail Serina"
Trying out some hair color techniques I noticed in "The Dark Lord's Confession" from Webtoon with a twist of my style.
2024
#digital art#ff14#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#clip studio paint#ffxiv elezen#elezen#wildwood elezen#ffxiv fanart#fanart#ff14 fanart#stylized#purple#anime#anime-style
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A Life Like Violets
Flash Fiction Summary: A life full of struggle is a lot like the life of an African violet - it needs to right sort of care, love, and environment to survive and eventually thrive.
I love growing violets.
Violets make me happy with their varied colors, leaf shapes, and delicate, yet resilient, nature. Even when hit with some of the harshest diseases that a house plant can suffer you can literally decapitate them, pull a leaf, clip a stem, and the violet will grow all over again from the cutting, born anew, and blooming in a year if cared for right once it is reborn. They can be neglected, turning into dark green, withering husks, and with light and care bloom for years, even decades. So much so that they are passed down from generation to generation, growing and blooming for all the hearts to come.
My life is a lot like the life of a violet.
I was constantly trying to bloom, constantly trying to grow, but the conditions just weren’t right. I was left wanting for something, but with no knowledge as to what that something could be. Was it the fertilizer provided by love? Was it the warmth of a good friendship? Was it a refreshing drink after crying my eyes out when my feelings were hurt? Hard to say. That something should have been provided by my gardener - a thing that others had given to their children through time immemorial.
I wish I had a way of knowing that the need was there instead of floundering around, struggling to understand the dynamics of my own heart.
I believed that my innate nature was one of selfishness, and with that came the self hate that went with a belief, making it impossible for me to love myself in any shape, form, or fashion. I couldn’t bloom because I believed I had thrips, I had leaf mites, I had mold, I was deformed, a snob, a fool, a replaceable person.
But above all others, I was called heartless. Cold. And uncaring.
More than once I have yanked flowers out of their pots, ready to throw them and all of their unnurtured potential away. And more than once I would find myself putting them back, reporting them, adding new fertilizer, and treating their roots. I wanted to throw myself away, because in my mind it was better for everyone that I was gone. Out of sight, out of mind, and in the ground to be pissed on by all the ones that thought so little of me. I thought it would be better if I was gone. Then the gardeners could get new flowers, new loves, new friends that were so much better than selfish, heartless, cold, uncaring me. I folded in on myself, my leaves curling, and strived to be as ugly as I felt. Who cared anymore?
Yet I didn’t want to give up on life yet, even though everything happening in my world pointed to life giving up on me, and in the midst of all that, someone finally saw what I had been trying to tell everyone around me for years and years.
That I am very much worthwhile, even if I’ve been relegated to the TLC section of the greenhouse.
That I am loving, even with my crispy brown leaves hiding the pale green new growth I was trying to create under all that dead weight.
That I am selfless and loyal to those that show me even a little care, able to create bonds as strong as morning glories in summer.
I found myself treasured in the most beautiful, shy, gentle way. I had never experienced anything like it before. The idea of having to be, needing to be, and failing dropped away like bad leaves, and the blasted buds were pulled free as I learned to just be.
And after just being was enough, I was ready to put out my first attempt at a bloom spike in a long, long time.
Healing isn’t easy, which is why a lot of people chose to remain toxic, to stay unchanged, and not look at their faults and face them, or accept the faults that people have convinced them that they have. Even with all this new level of care I failed to bloom more than once, failed to embrace that I was worthwhile, in need of care, and an overall loving person.
And with each failure to flower I was told it was okay to not be perfect, to mess up, and to learn from my mistakes instead of dwelling on them for the first time in my life. Soon enough, with such love around me, multiple people who have come into the garden that is my life began telling me that it was okay to stumble, okay to not be perfect.
Okay to be me.
So when I did finally bloom, finally open that very first flower that had failed time and time again by the cruelty of others, the cruelty of family, and the cruelty of my damaged self it was a celebration of my heart that left me sobbing in joy and relief.
And now that I am finally blooming I am spectacular…!
#original short story#original story#flash fiction#short story#violets#life#mental health#mental health struggles
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Last chapter posted! Though it didn't do very well, I finished my first chapter fic that I have done in years, and finishing your writing is half the battle!
I've already started on the next project, but will be sharing short stories here and there as I continue to write!
#fanfiction#ff14#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#elezen#wildwood elezen#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#fanfic#ffxiv fanfiction#ff14 fanfic
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Latest entry to my Pagan blog, "Releasing Preconceptions, a Year and a Day at a Time."
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My RP carrd for my FFXIV character. I'll be editing it slightly as I RP more and get more accustomed to separating myself from my character.
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The first story I posted when I decided to get into writing again.
Spoilers for MSQ LV83: In From The Cold
The thoughts and feelings of a not-so-Garlean soldier as they rush to make it to Camp Broken Glass in time.
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I started a blog about a Pagan/occult study challenge I have undertaken for myself! Please feel free to have a look!
I'll probably look into adding update announcements here as well, since this tumblr is also a host to some of my writing and original works.
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"Apple," 2020.
A contest entry for one of the Clip Studio Paint art contests. I didn't place at all, but this allowed me a lot of experimentation with digital pastels.
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"Starting Soon (no text)," 2021.
Commission I did for a friend to use when he streams. Naturally, he got the with text version along with a no text version. I don't do commissions anymore, as my ability to churn out quality art is far too slow and not matching mainstream trends.
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#miqo'te#seeker of the sun#ff14#final fantasy 14#clip studio paint#ffxiv fanart#digital art#ff14 art#ffxiv art
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"Laurielle," 2021.
This is actually a redraw of a VERY old artwork I did. I revamped to character to make an appearance in what was supposed to be a two shot campaign, but ended up only one shot, but it was still a lot of fun. I am way too behind to even consider joining a campaign at this point, but making characters is still really fun!
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"Fursona Sheet - Body," 2021.
My first fury drawing since high school ended up being a commission! I loved making her tail so fluffy!
#digital art#furry art#furry#fursona#snow leopard#commission#clip studio paint#character sheet#female furry#csp
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"Fursona Sheet - Expressions," 2021.
Expression sheet for the fursona commission I did. I really like the angry one!
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"Fursonal Feral - Sheet," 2020.
A follow up commission for "Gaming Leopard" for the same classmate. I hadn't done character sheets in a while!
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"Fursona Feral - Expressions," 2020.
An addition to the feral fursona commission I did.
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes! Considering a chunk of these happened during my writing experiment, it has really helped inspire me to write again ♥
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