bite the hand that feeds you

My full art piece for @drkzine! I was so happy to do a page for both the lovely Shadowkeeper and one of my favorite lines in the game.

i think they could be friends

Shadowkeeper

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Devour

This is the end of our adventure.

You meant the world to me...

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.

cant decide which version i like better, anyway, my Wife

Eden Azalea Dawnvalley, Aideen reborn, Daughter of the Sun, Garnok's Downfall

A little sketch of my upcoming custodian kill team leader, Shield Captain Anastasia Sentilia (etc. etc.) one of the ten(ish) Custodes assigned to the protection of the hidden garden beneath the Golden Throne.

Still working on her model, still in time to make a pretty wavy-haired head to put on.

Ah yes, the emotional destruction combo

Hi I made this the other day for a very specific reason but I will share this now

Context I guess is I was using Timekeeper as a self insert and I want to make out with that nonbinary blue fuck. So yuri. Nonbinary lesbian (Timekeeper) x Nonbinary Bisexual? Sapphic? Unlabeled (Shadow Milk)

potential au game: cylva got yote out of the first all the way to the source and became the warrior of light (timeline discrepancies DNI)

[Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story]

okay okay okay

But Ardbert, dear Ardbert, would not forsake his heart. In the end, he chose mercy. His fight lead him to the twin shadows that guided Cylva, and her world disappears in a pillar of Light that she was afraid would never happen. She wakes in Carteneau, wakes to see Bahamut ripping his way out of the moon, to the bright light of Phoenix battling him, and knows that her task succeeded, that she brought about a Calamity. (She is wrong. She won't know for some time). At least she can take some small comfort in knowing she did her job, that her dearest friends didn't die for nothing.

Five years pass in feverish haze, her body struggling under the enormous weight of the Shadowkeeper that was brought forth to facilitate a final battle. She never was supposed to survive, her role was to be defeated and die. Yet lives she does, and the kind doctors of Ul'dah's medic halls ask her name and tell her she can live. Cylva does not deserve to do so, but... maybe if she does, she can find the Ascians, and make them pay. She didn't have a choice, she had to kill her companions on their orders, but she isn't beholden to them anymore. Her legs wobble like a newborn colt's as she forces herself to her feet and pick up the sword she destroyed a world with.

Cylva meets Lahabrea in the bowels of an old Gridanian prison and does not hesitate to sink her blade through his chest. "Does it make you feel better, Shadowkeeper, to know that you've destroyed this vessel of mine?" He asks, his lips rosy with bubbling blood. "You are more alike to us than you wish to admit. You cannot stop the darkening tide. You will be there, deathless and eternal, to witness as our Lord Zodiark reclaims all. It is your reward." The body that thuds to the ground and squelches against the tacky viscera of the diremite does not absolve her.

She never used to worship the God of Light like so many others in Norvrandt, yet it is hard to witness as crystal after crystal comes to her. She cannot let herself think that it means anything. It is an involuntary reaction from Mother, the same as how her Call is neverceasing and unending, and only needs to be listened to. Mother does not know her, Cylva is simply one of many that heard the Call. (And if she sometimes clutches the stones to her chest and cries in great heaving sobs over the memory of the friend that should've held the stone, then that is her secret to keep.) (How dare she take comfort in God's answering machine.)

Minfilia and the others name her Warrior of Light, and it is a wound, throbbing and raw and she's stuck in it. It's not her title, she didn't deserve this. She's thanked for saving Thancred (as if she would ever let him stay in those bastard's clutches) and for defeating Ultima weapon, and Cylva knows she's tricked them somehow. She can't live up to Ardbert's example, she's spitting on his memory by pretending otherwise.

She isn't a hero, not through the Bloody Banquet, not through the Dragonsong War, certainly not at The Vault. She's just doing her miserable best, only feeling marginally better as she takes down a pair of Ascians that were too much like Lohgrif and Mitron, makes sure two more of those things won't be bothering this world again. It lasts for scant moments, until Estinien - a man just as consumed by grief and rage as she - is taken. She isn't a hero.

She isn't, she isn't she isn't she isn't, right up until her feet skid on gravel and she sees a familiar axe swing, sees his bright blue eyes land on her with disdain and souldeep pain that she knows too well, sees him slaughter an innocent Vath and declare himself a Warrior of Darkness.

She isn't, but for him? To spare him the same pain she knew? She will be.

So WoL just gonna roll up to the Wandering Stairs, or next outing of the void hunter gang in the First, like "Yo Cyella check out my new ride" huh?

yeah

Thank you so much @voidsentprinces I take good care of the puppy ;u; I call her Shadow, she is in good hands.