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I think this picture sums up patch 6.4 quite well
#polar bears!!!!!#look at their faces#so cute and derpy#the crafted gear also looks great#ffxiv dark throne#ffxiv patch 6.4#ffxiv aura#ffxiv white mage#ffxiv sumime
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New soul crystals inspired by Dark Throne patch! If you want to bring a piece of thirteenth moon this is your chance! Visit my Etsy shop, you'll find more FFXIV fan art ❤
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PATCH 6.4: THE DARK THRONE
#golbez#final fantasy series#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv: endwalker#the dark throne#ffxivedits
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another moon
#ffxiv 6.4#ffxiv 6.4 spoilers#ffxiv screenshots#gpose#alyx#the dark throne#the thirteenth#the red moon#i loved the lighting here#it was incredibly eerie#(and goddamn is that remix good)#emmer screens
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All the love to the Shirtless Estinien Writing and Art Team, 10/10, no notes. i feel so seen lol
#ffxiv#ffxiv spoilers#endwalker#endwalker spoilers#estinien#ffxiv estinien#ffxiv screenshots#the dark throne#the dark throne spoilers#ffxiv patch 6.4#i was cackling during this scene and every character's expression was just chef's kiss#q#pls squeenix add smooching to the game and let our wols smooch everyone
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⚠️⚠️ minor 6.4 spoilers ⚠️⚠️
Ayo Estinien................
#ffxiv#6.4 spoilers#the dark throne#endwalker spoilers#WoL: Lux#zero ff14#zero ffxiv#ffxiv estinien#ff14 estinien#myart#my art
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Knight in Black
Knight in Light
#ffxiv#ffxiv paladin#ffxiv pld#augustine bishop#i LOVE THIS FIGHT ON PALADIN#ffxiv golbez#golbez#patch 6.4 the dark throne#ffxiv patch 6.4 the dark throne
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it's ok buddy
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That’s a mood, Margrat.
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“We’ll get her back.”
#screenshot#6.4 spoiler#6.4 spoilers#the dark throne spoilers#ffxiv 6.4 spoiler#ffxiv 6.4 spoilers#6.4 patch spoiler#6.4 patch spoilers#6.4 patch#shuri#shuri fontaye#shuri angura#hopefully these tags are on people's filters
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GUYS I'M SO EXCITED!!!🌟
My White Mage weapon design for FFXIV is going to be added to the game!! AND ON MY BIRTHDAY??
They did such an amazing job modeling it, its so cute I might cry! 🥹
(sorry for the resolution, these were the only pictures i could find lol)
Stay tuned for the launch of patch 6.4 (The Dark Throne) on May 23, 2023!!
#ffxiv fanart#ffxiv art#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv weapon#ff14#digital drawing#digital illustration#procreate art#the dark throne#birthday#art#procreate#digital art
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How about the first kiss the ffxiv boys initiate - bonus Magnai and Artoirel please? 🥺
We're being cute today u_u
First kisses (ff14boissss)
Thancred is quite used to trusting his instincts and acting before he fully finishes a thought. His hands and body move faster than his brain, grabbing at your shoulders, spinning you around, pressing you against the rough stonework. His lips slot against yours like theyre meant to fit together, that nearly-chapped texture, the slight indent beneath your tongue, as though there is a scar across his mouth you never noticed until this very moment. The slight intake of breath as a takes a half step towards you, brings your bodies flush together, one hand curled around your neck, his other arm braced against the stonework beside your head.
The sounds of clanking greaves passes. Thancred lingers, your noses brushing, his half-lidded gaze taking in the blush high on your cheeks. Just to be sure the danger has passed, he tells himself as he forces himself to pull away.
Certainly not because he never wants this moment to end.
Urianger is as meticulous in this as he is in all things. He made reservations at the Last Stand. He memorized the route he was going to take you through the Noumenon. He had an tall, gnarled, private oak tree all picked out.
What he didn't account for was the way a storm predicted to pass just south of the island would be suddenly, violently caught by a high wind and blown over the city. The two of you rush for the cover of a nearby pavilion, your coats thrown up over your heads to protect yourselves from the worst of the sudden downpour. Or, at least, to try to-- Urianger ends up looking like a wet rat, and you not much better. But the sight has you doubled-over laughing, and, not soon after, him as well.
Your first kiss is there, under that random pavilion in the Sharlyan harbor, tasting of rainwater and serendipitous joy.
G'raha wakes slowly in the unyielding cradle of the throne in the Crystal Tower. His body feels... odd. Logically, he knows that he has been asleep for a very long time. His muscles should feel stiff, his eyes crusty. But the preservation of the Crystal Tower is complete-- his neck doesn't even crack as his head rolls.
And then the memories hit him.
He flings himself from his throne, colliding with your at-speed and taking you both down onto the unforgiving crystal floor. The soul vessel cracks with a clear tone. His arms cradle your head, but his knees crack against the floor, but he doesn't care. He's alive. You're alive. You're both alive.
His first kiss misses your mouth by a malm, but on his second you grab him by his braid to guide him better. You're both crying, gasping against each others mouths, but you're alive.
You're alive.
Estinien tries not to feel nervous as you invite him into your room. The two of you. Havent really gotten to talk. After ghimlyt dark, and then you were swept away to The First, and now the world is falling apart again, and. It really does feel like now or never. If he is going to fall at the end of the universe, he wants to do so with no regrets.
Your back hits the door as it closes, and estinien looms over you, his hair tickling your cheek where it comes to rest feather-light against your skin. His eyes are blown wide, and his thumb brushes oh-so-softly against your lower lip.
"If you dont want this," Estinien growls, "then just say the word, and I will cease at once."
But your arms come up around his neck, and you never do.
Aymeric is getting sick and tired of being interrupted during his carefully-planned dates with you. Dragons, primals, assassination attempts, cats. He's trying to be a proper Ishgardian gentleman about this, but there is only so much a man can take.
Today you're wandering the Jeweled Crozier together, ohhing and ahhing at the new leatherwork on display and the new selection of fabrics for the season and even the new selection of lances from the Skysteel. It's a rare sunny day, and it can almost be called warm, and, just as Aymeric is about to slide his hand into yours, your linkpearl rings.
Something or another pulling you away from him again, you try to explain apologetically, though Aymeric doesn't let you get more than a few words out before he is leaning forward and kissing you, gently and soft.
"Come home soon," he says with a smile, and it's a good thing it's nothing urgent because you definitely spend five whole minutes just composing yourself.
Haurchefant tries not to appear impatient as he works through the last bits of paperwork for the day. It's so late it's nearly early again, and you're still not back from patrol. You're competent. More than competent. He doesn't need to worry about you, but. he does anyways.
And he breathes a sigh of relief when you try to slip soundlessly through the door, the crunching of snow caked to your cloak and armor giving you away. He doesn't bother trying not to look eager as he jumps from his seat. The two of you argue, as you shrug your armor in front of the fire and he fixes you a cup of steaming hot cocoa. Youre beautiful and passionate and infuriatingly stubborn when you choose to dig you heels in, and he nearly spills your drink all over your front as he shuts you up with his mouth.
"Dont worry me like that again," he pleads, and you can make no promises for the way he kisses you again.
Sidurgu stares at the empty space where Fray once been and just. Breathes. He expected. Something. Some kind of feeling to twist his chest. Guilt, maybe, or grief, or. something. But Fray and Myste had stood together and smiled as they were swallowed again by the Abyss, tucked again into your soul, and he feels...
relief that you are alive. Happy, to have seen them again, but also to have this whole situation behind him. And when you turn to him, blood spattered on your face and your hair all flyaway and he loves you.
It's easy to drop his blade. To step away from the violence and cradle your face gently in his hands. Less easy to pause there, staring into your eyes, waiting, because he wants this, but, more than that, he wants you to want this. And he feels joy, when your lips meet his. He feels whole.
"Ewwwwwwww," Rielle whines and makes a fake gagging noise, and you and Sidurgu both feel nothing but fond irritation.
BONUS
Magnai can't get the image of you out of his mind-- standing in the light of the ovoo, resplendent and beautiful, Khagan of the Steppe. It haunts him as he celebrates with the rest of the Oronir, drinking far too much fermented mare's milk to try to chase it away.
It doesn't work. Especially not when you're right there, laughing as Hien shakes your shoulder and retells the events of the day, how you turned from the ovoo immediately into scything down Imperials like you hadn't already been fighting all day, and you're impossible, you're--
looking up at Magnai with big, startled eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. It's sloppy, and he tastes of fermented mare's milk, and the whole of the Oronir and the Buduga and your friends are jeering and cheering, but neither of you pull away until you're out of breath.
Artoirel is only partially drunk when it happens. It's late, just the two of you and the last two glasses of a full bottle of wine, the fireplace long burned low into smouldering embers, the barely-there orange glow casting your laughing face in beautiful, dramatic shadows. The way your nose scrunches up and you half-hide your mouth behind you hand and it strikes him, then, just how close you two are sitting, your thighs brushing beneath the table, your head knocking against his shoulder as you collapse into helpless giggles.
It's the most natural thing in the world for him to cup your cheek in his palm and tilt your face up towards his. To take in the way your eyes go half-lidded and your mouth parts around the whisper of his name. Your whole body strains towards him as he leans down the last few ilms and lets his mouth meet yours.
Forget whatever preconceptions you even held about this man: there is nothing gentlemanly about the way he kisses.
#ff14#ff14 headcanons#thancred waters#wolcred#urianger augurelt#wolianger#graha tia#grahawol#estinien varlineau#estinien wyrmblood#wolstinien#aymeric de borel#wolmeric#haurchefant greystone#haurchefant de fortemps#haurchewol#sidurgu orl#sidwol#magnai oronir#magwol#artoirel de fortemps#wol x artoirel#woltoirel
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The Dragons Bride
Warning: None. The reader is an GN Elf. Thorin is a Dragon/Human AU. Inspired by: FFXIV Dragonsong. One-Shot (Song below so you can hear it. It's very pretty)
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'Children of the land, do you hear
Echoes of truths that once rang clear?
Two souls intertwined
One true love they did find
Bringing land and heavens near'
The cave was cold and dim as you kneeled on the floor awaiting the moment for the creature to appear from slinking dark. Every heavy step you heard, was louder than the next. Tears pricked your eyes as you prayed to any Valar who would answer your plea.
A sacrificial bride, it would be your last day alive. At least that was what you believed awaited you.
Both smoke and dust started to fill the room as the behemoth of a dragon stood proud. You dared not to look past the veil you wore, but from the sight of the beast's massive claw, you noticed the scales shined like forged metal. The fire that surrounded it was warm, but not blistering, more comforting than anything. Your breath quicked as you felt the eyes of the dragon upon you. Eyes you could see through your veil, not gold but instead bore the hue of the sea in them.
'But flames that burned full bright soon fell dark
Memories dimmed by shadowed hearts
In the waxing gloom, did wane the lovers' moon
Watching as their worlds drift apart'
You suddenly felt the veil slowly being lifted from your head, the weight of it becoming a missing part of you as you wished you did not have to look upon the beast just yet. Quickly your eyes closed as you felt the claw of the beast being brought to your chin, lifting your gaze to look at it.
Your eyes stayed closed as the claw slowly became smoother and soon felt not like bone but instead skin. The breath of the dragon was replaced by the calming voice of a man.
"Would you not look upon me, my love?"
'One soul's cry, a passion dwelling within
Sacrifice, a final plea to her kin
Yet this bond of hope, by treachery was broke
Scattering her words to the wind'
You opened your eyes in complete shock as you felt your entire body shudder. You saw before no beast or killer that you were told you would find. Before you were the man you fell in love with all those years ago. His hair reached to his shoulders, a well-groomed beard, and eyes as blue as the sky during a storm. Your thoughts were flooded with memories of your time together as children.
'Swelling over long
Seas of blood are a song
And death an afterthought
To those who fight for naught'
You were with him centuries before, back when the world was green and fair. He looked just as he did now, his beauty eternal. How could one compare to him? you thought when you first saw him. Little would you have ever known that your beauty was blinding to him and to him a treasure hoard couldn't hold a candle to you. Those peaceful days when men, elves, and dwarves lived in harmony and the shadows of the world were small and felt no fear toward them. Until His return. The lord of shadow, of Mordor. Sauron the deceiver. Lies and falsehoods separated your lands into an endless war. A war that you believed had claimed him when he was taken away from you, the last sight you saw was him reaching out to you as the guards of his land took him away to be sent to his death.
'A throne lying empty
A reign incomplete
Alone for eternity
A pain without cease'
Both your kingdoms lay in ruin. The evidence surrounding both of you. All those you knew in the eyes before are gone. But here before you was the last remnant of those days. Your eyes started to fill with tears as you brought your arms around his mighty frame. Feeling his strong arms around you made you smile as the warmth from his skin both shocked and soothed you and the feeling of his breath beneath your hands made you realize that after all of these centuries, he was alive.
'Children of the land, answer this;
Why must you turn to empty bliss?
Tell me why break trust, why turn the past to dust
Seeking solace in the abyss?
Tell me why create a circle none can break?
Why must you let go, the life you were bestowed?
This I fear I'll never know
Never know'
You both stood there knowing the cruel twist of fate. You lift your gaze to him to feel his hand take yours as he kisses the inside of it. You watch as he grabs from his pocket two rings, both of beautiful craft but look as if they could break with the slightest touch. A low hum comes from him as you bring a kiss to his lips feeling him slip one of the rings onto your hand as he kisses you once more. your hands become lost in his hair as his hold you even tighter than before, as if you were a dream about to fade away. He smiled into the kiss as you felt tears of joy stream down your face. He wiped the tears away as he brought your hand to his lips. A silent promise that he will never leave your side again.
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FFXIV Write Entry #7: Bug Juice
Prompt: noisome || Master Post || On AO3
A/N: Assumed spoilers through Patch 6.4: The Dark Throne. This was originally going to be a food porn entry, but work nonsense yesterday sucked the soul out of me, but here at least is what I planned to cap the whole entry off with!
Yes, there's a reference in here. No, I'm not telling you, it ruins the surprise.
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Alakhai set the bottle on the table with a resounding thunk. The clear liquid within sloshed loudly.
“Oh, Rereha is going to pitch a fit when she finds out she missed this,” Y’shtola muttered.
Zero canted her head to the side as she examined the bottle unblinkingly. “I presume this isn’t water.”
“Oh no,” Alakhai said, and she let herself smile a very feral smile. “We have introduced you to the joys of fruit, and spice, and dumplings, and cake, and oysters.”
“Bleh,” Heron said with a grimace.
“Silence, heathen.” Alakhai waved an imperious hand at her sister without looking at her, her gaze firmly fixed on Zero. “There are three things that all civilizations develop independently. You have met two of them: swords, and dough stuffed with assorted fillings and then fried. Now you meet the third: alcohol.”
Synnove began giggling into her bowl of payasam. Y’shtola said nothing, but smirked. Heron groaned.
Zero flicked her gaze from the bottle to Alakhai, then to Y’shtola, and Synnove, and Heron, then back to the bottle. A thoughtful hum was the only sound she made.
Alakhai reached forward, and yanked the cork from the bottle.
Y’shtola wheezed. Synnove choked on her payasam. Heron jerked backwards, her face contorting the exact same way Galette’s did when the carbuncle smelled something utterly foul. Zero blinked.
“What in the seven hells, Alakhai?” Y’shtola croaked.
“This,” Alakhai said with relish, “is a bottle of Jacke’s moonshine.”
There was a moment of horrified silence, and then:
“Doesn’t he make that out of potatoes and shoe leather?!” Synnove said, green eyes huge as she curled up further onto the low divan in an attempt to get away from the bottle.
“Not even the courtesy to introduce her to good booze, who raised you,” Y’shtola said with a shake of her head.
Heron covered her face with her hands and groaned louder. “Alakhai.” The despair was clear despite being muffled.
Alakhai smirked and picked up the bottle. Poured into an empty glass. Set down the bottle. Picked up the glass, and held it out to Zero.
The woman took it gingerly and leaned back, bringing the glass up to her face. She took a single sniff, and her nose faintly wrinkled as the corners of her mouth tightened. Considering how utterly impassive Zero was at the best of times, that was as loud a noise of disgust as Synnove hissing at alfalfa sprouts. Alakhai oozed smugness.
“And you willingly consume this?” Zero said.
“Unfortunately,” Y’shtola said.
“Why.”
“Depending on the alcohol, for taste,” Heron said from behind her hands. “Shite like that? To get drunk.”
“The propensity for inebriation as a form of entertainment lacks any sense,” Zero said. She sounded especially flat.
And then she tossed the moonshine back in a single gulp.
Synnove shuddered from head to toe. Y’shtola’s ears flattened in sympathy. Heron peered cautiously between her fingers. Alakhai merely smirked.
Zero blinked. And blinked. And blinked again. Stared down at the glass in her hands for a very long time. “Oh,” she said at last. There was a flush on her cheeks, the pink almost magenta against the paleness of her skin. “That is revolting. I hate it.”
Alakhai held up the bottle, smirk widening. “More?”
“Please,” Zero said, and held out her glass. Alakhai dutifully poured it to fullness.
“The most dramatic of fits,” Y’shtola sighed as Synnove made a gagging noise next to her.
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#ffxivwrite2023#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#zero#y'shtola rhul#oc: alakhai noykin#oc: synnove greywolfe#oc: dancing heron#dt's writing#this is a reminder that alakhai is secretly the biggest troll of the squad of light#rereha is just more prolific
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brainworms
fuck it, I shall be unhinged
SPOILERS BENEATH THE READMORE
but first
EVERYTHING CERTAINLY WAS NOT FINE AT ALL
Okay so ever since last August this bit of dialogue has been living rent free in the back of my head
That 'infect' line is pretty interesting considering we get a somewhat similar line in patch 6.4, when Jullus speaks to Zero on the nature of trust among mortals. Thancred also had a similar line, telling Zero to stick around the Warrior of Light and she'd learn the meaning of trust.
It also speaks (at least in my opinion) the sheer level of damage Athena's betrayal and his self-sundering inflicted on Lahabrea. This man got wrecked. He was in love, possibly high on fatherhood, is on the Convocation, enjoys a great deal of respect from his peers--and he is hurt so badly that he limits himself to feeling any and all emotions at a reserve. He prizes logic and cold hard facts. Talk about a fucking crash to the bottom!
And even with his self sundering, he still feels deeply! Call him out over his shutting out of Erichthonios and the man just stares at you like you fucking slapped him straight into the abyss. And when he rejoins himself--he's still that cold, hard, logical asshole of a man--still repressing his feelings.
Anyway. Brainworms. I'm playing with the idea (still gotta let patch things settle, get some proper sleep and the like), but fiddling with the idea that Lahabrea--or rather, Hephaistos was at odds with Junia, because like him, Junia was wildly passionate and worked more according to her feelings rather than accept and follow logical outcomes. Though when they did get along on matters it was actually frightening for all involved.
I'm disappointed that we didn't get any time with *our* Lahabrea--this version of him is post Panda and self-rejoined and *right* before the Final Days, but as I've got the feeling that Pandaemonium is a good-bye to the Ancients on a whole in terms of story (could be wrong but as of rn there seems to be no need for the WoL to go back to Elpis), this version of him is probably the best good-bye we'll be able to get. And honestly it might be better this way. Lahabrea was so unhinged at the end of it all that just sleeping in the Lifestream is probably the best medicine, if he hasn't moved onto being reborn yet.
Regarding anything with Riven--I'm now on the fence regarding the idea of Junia finding out about her future...soul-child, so to speak. I have two trains of thought--one where she did find out about Riven and the Final Days, and her assistance in securing Pandaemonium. Junia decides to protect Riven as best as she could by giving out that Riven was a familiar she created, giving her freedom to wander the world. She then gives Themis a cryptic clue regarding Pandaemonium and Riven's arrival, and finally, to make sure that she doesn't foul anything up, uses Kairos to wipe her memories and implant false ones.
The other line of thought was Venat. It's in line with Elidibus's explanation in Panda 2.0. Venat tells Junia that she encountered a strange being in her travels--one that reminded her greatly of her student. Junia is suspicious initially, even more so when she starts to get details of Riven's time in Elpis. Venat then 'admits' to her successor that she suspected the strange being was possibly a concept that had escaped and evolved on its own--and had decided to model itself after Junia and her actions. Junia accepts this--much to her brother Lucis' displeasure.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Either way, following Pandaemonium's stabilization, Lahabrea--who has been unable to cast out the memory of a gremlin that looked and sounded too much like a certain illogical and annoying co-worker--
(not to mention her combat skill eclipsed the most powerful of the Convocation)
Confronts Junia over Riven. Junia being Junia, effectively blocks and prevaricates on the matter. Surprisingly Lahabrea lets it drop. Yes he'd like to get his hands on the little gremlin for Science™️ but really, he did warn her away from Pandaemonium so alas.
Later on before the Final Days, he is privy to a comment Junia makes-- voicing her wish for a strong and caring daughter who could 'help the world'. This makes him stop and pause--was the little fiend Azem's daughter?
And then all the Very Bad Shit happens, Lahabrea loses his fucking mind, doesn't meet Riven again until the events of ARR and HW. By that time he's so far gone he doesn't remember the events of Pandaemonium and possibly doesn't until his soul hits the Lifestream.
"SHE WAS THE FUCKING 'FAMILIAR'?!"
Riven: *sneeze*
#ffxiv#patch 6.4 the dark throne#ffxiv pandaemonium#SPOILERS#brainworms#i have brainrot over this patch k#STILL STEWING ON SHIT#lahabrea#i have brainworms over msq too#but listen this man having to deal with riven#smol unhinged chaos gremlin and the man who DOES NOT LIKE TO HAVE FEELINGS
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OC Personality Quiz
Tagged by @ronqueesha (hope its ok I'm doing it over on this account!) to do this quiz!
We're doing I'lyrha of course!! I deliberately picked stuff leaning more into her sordid piracy days if there was a discrepancy between who she is now and who she was before.
The first time I took this with the 36 question version she got the Joker which didn't feel right at all so I retook it with the 140 question set and got some much more interesting results LOL
there were a LOT of characters above 70% that I didn't recognize, but a few did make me smirk and some got a chuckle which are:
Faye Valentine (Cowboy Bebop): 78%
Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones): 76%
James 'Sawyer' Ford (LOST): 76%
The Joker (The Dark Knight): 76% (Can't escape it apparently)
Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries): 76%
Dean Winchester (Supernatural): 76%
Bronn (Game of Thrones): 75%
Jessie (Pokémon): 75%
Ursula (The Little Mermaid): 75%
Shae (Game of Thrones): 74%
Shane Walsh (The Walking Dead): 74%
Hans (Frozen): 74%
Odysseus (The Odyssey): 74%
Mat Cauthon (Wheel of Time): 74%
Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood): 74%
I will tag @mimble-sparklepudding @eriyu @seasaltandcopper @bogglesgate @briar-ffxiv @sinus-lacrimarum @thorneyes @traveleorzea @orime-stories @houserosaire @sayonaramidnight @dragoon-mid-jump and anyone else who wants to, but no pressure!
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