Tentative design trade completion for Mouse on WoL!

Tempest in a Teapot

Two Linguan Valentines 2026!

Tried new brushes!! This is my wol elio is his dawntrail fit!!

did a WoL inspiration meme thing

Made a inspo list for Ari a while ago so it’s time for Ramon and Bianca to get theirs! I’ve been dogsitting lately so I’ve been spending a lot of time thumbnailing and testing things for when I get home lol

MiqoMarch 2026 Day 14: Azure

They’ve come a long way since then, but way back in Heavensward when they both held the mantle of Azure Dragoon, Estinien and Y'dehlya used to fight. A lot.

I dont care if she hates hearing it she’s fuckin cute

Which of the following did marianne say in response to this?

A) is that an order, ser?

B) that might be the first sensible thing you’ve uttered since we met.

Prior to her life as an adventurer, Marianne begged a Temple Knight Captain to train her. She had been sparring with her younger brother Cheviand as he trained to be a knight, but found she wanted actual first hand training and so she pleaded with the Captain to take her under his wing. She could not stand by and be just another noble girl doing nothing while her home was subject to Nidhogg’s ire.

At this time, she had no visible draconic features. A deliberate charade of her mother’s design. Her vestigial tail was easily hidden beneath clothing, her horns filed down to the the point that she could hide any remnants within her hair, and never exposing an inch of skin that might bear scales.

Wanting to work a bit more on it but got tired
Took this painting as reference : Vertige by Denis Etcheverry

Khutulun Kahkol | RPHub

Check out this RP profile site for FFXIV I made me a profile :)

gany…

guy who has a mattress but no bed frame - eorzeacollection

bzz bzz

protagonist? no, protagonEST - eorzeacollection

casual fridays at the coven - eorzeacollection

this was like the FIRST glam i made once viera got hats.

Flirting with Azem instead Elpis. You made her blush. Even with her Foresight, she didn’t see that line coming.

She doesnt want to do this anymore than you do. Yet here we are again.

It had been weeks since Imani had felt anything similar to the desert.

Since leaving the desert, it had been nothing but snow and cold weather. It was miserable. She wasn’t entirely sure how people managed to survive it. Even if she did walk into it, it doesn’t mean she can’t complain when it got a little more difficult than she imagined. When she had set out, she was thinking maybe a light layer above what she typically wore. The books she read on the rest of Isilendor hadn’t prepared her for… wet sop on the ground. Covering almost all of the grass. Cold. Always cold.

When she had come into Morcilla, coated in a fine layer of snow itself, she was more than grateful that an innkeeper had a spare room for her. What Imani did, or was beginning to do, was sell items, special items, from her village in Akasuna. Some were ‘magical’, special, and some were just lovely to look at. Either way, it had been Imani’s job to finally travel. As she had come of age, she was allowed to do so. It was an honor, in Imani’s eyes. But she only wished it were during the summer. So it was less… long. Between the breaks and taking her time getting through the harsh weather, it was taking too long. There was a string of markets through Braitheld and leading into the main island for Eldathren, which she had researched and planned to follow.

It was a restless night. A warm fire was offered in the fireplace. She hung her extra clothing along a line and around the fireplace for extra warmth. Nothing was able to tell Imani if she was being dramatic or not. She otherwise traveled alone, with the exception of traveling with a group out of Akasuna. She had left who she knew back in the village. That was how she wanted. She needed to prove she could do this on her own, that she could make it to the market and survive. Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

But regardless of the warmth she felt, what was coming ahead of her was weighing on her. Should she wait for the sun to break before heading? It was another few days till the next real ‘town’. Maybe she would come upon housing; otherwise, she had a setup. She had come prepared. Her horse was resting. As long as she didn’t have to walk the entire way. That would be twice as long. At least a horse was better suited for the work ahead of them. From what she heard and observed, the weather was to hold off another day or two. So she should hurry to…

She was out.

She awoke before the sun rose above the trees. It was a habit, the past month or two. Imani had made it a habit. She would have to get going before people polluted the paths. Or the weather attacked. Or any other string of reasons. But it kept her alert. And she needed to be alert. But this morning she was laggy. Donning her overcoat and clothing more slowly. Brushing her curls. Boots on. Gods, she hoped she would reach, possibly, as far south as she could. It has to be warmer there, right? She wasn’t built for this.

Imani finally left her room. She slung her large bag over her shoulders. Spear peeking out on one side. Only as a precaution.

Outside was lighter. Meant it was time to go. So, possibly that would save some time on her journey. “If you rest, you rust,” the voice of her mother through the veil. Yes. No lying around. She was determined. So she would continue. Maybe a little less complaining. Maybe not. She would see once she got moving again. Often, to keep herself busy, she would sing or talk to her horse. She should have accepted a companion coming along with her during the journey. But nooo. Sheer stubbornness had stopped her.

“Good morning,” Imani told the front counter woman. She had a soft face. Light skin. In sharp comparison to Imani’s tanner skin.

The woman gave a warm enough smile. “Ah, good morning. I trust you had a good rest?”

“It has been quite some time since I slept so well.” Imani gave her a smile in return. That was a lie. But it didn’t stop Imani from sucking up a bit. She wasn’t playing it to her full advantage. No, she couldn’t, on the big innocent eyes of the woman in front of her. Oh, the things she hadn’t seen. Not that Imani could speak for much, but she truly hoped her aura wasn’t as naive as the lady’s.

“Lovely! Come again,” the woman nodded. Imani gave a nod and exited the building. Gods, until I’m back in the desert…

Imani retrieved her horse. “Come, girl,” she murmured. Achariya. The dark horse who stuck out like a dark stroke of paint on a white canvas. Imani had collected her once, crossing over into Braitheld, and she had come to treasure the horse. She gave the horse a run over with her hands, giving some affection. Then she added her bags to Riya. There were already some with the horse; Imari had to make sure there was enough to sell across realms. She was only afraid she wasn’t as good at marketing as she hoped she was. She always knew she was a smooth talker. Let’s just say this was a stretch for what she thought she was capable of.

But before long, she was finally on her way out. She and Riya were already dreading the ride to come.

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