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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Best i could do boss. They got no swords in there.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

for butch appreciation day have the same screenshot i take every time

miura (ffxiv wol) leaning against a fence. She is an au ra with red hair and light horns.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

Having to break the rule for the last one (technically) but I did share it, only with 3 people over discord. Sometimes that is genuinely enough.

Flight of an Anorak 8 -
The words prove Wilfsunn wiser and kinder than he had known. Urianger fights to be calm. He nearly wins. But what is left can't be called reason, or reasonable. What whimpers out of him, finally, is pitiful surrender; "I want to go home."

Even the Dogs -
How eager he is to push aside all rough things to get at the softness within. Like shucking a clam. He used to slip them open with a dull knife on the docks to eat them raw, and Morrie kept the gulls away.

lambfic -
She doesn't remember what she has done wrong but understands that it must have happened. What's worse, she feels no remorse or disgust.

Flight of an Anorak 7 -
"It is Nymeia who guides us through knowledge's great ironies. She is the gate from which knowledge came; she stands between what can and cannot be known. This was the first lesson taught to man."

(unfinished daemon fic) -
The world was nothing but cages, one inside another, inside another, until it went all the way down into your heart, and the other way it went out, and out, and up, to the Light and perhaps further even than that.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 27/06/2026

leave lesbian doms alone ok our people need us

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 11/04/2026

Very casually, I am going to war for my birthday. I need two more wins for my much coveted vanguard achievement. If you'd like to pop by on Primal Exaclibur the beast (lonny) and I will be at Urqopacha (x:26, Y:13) for the next few hours!

Miura Naeuri (War lizard) holding an axe

Farside comic that shows military men sitting around a world map table that says "On the other hand, gentlemen, what if we gave a war and everybody came?"

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 23/02/2026

bc rob was kind to mention it; excerpt from FOAA. baby rat upon ye

“You’re going to be fine,” Yda promises. But her voice betrays her.

Thancred moves. Urianger, Moenbryda watch as he appears a knife from somewhere on his person, a violent silver flash in the summer light. A vivid and sharp thing, the sight of which sets Urianger still. Wordlessly, he reaches down and saws away a little gasp in the tangled fabric, letting the girl free.

Yda lifts her immediately. Held to her hip, she drags her sister bodily to the opposite bank. Poor Lyse has a terrible scrape on her chin and arm, and dabs tears shakily on her wrist. Moenbryda returns to get him, and when they arrive at the end of the bridge Y’shtola is administering a weak bit of conjury to the injuries.

“What were you thinking ?” Yda demands, half-distraught. “Do you have any idea what I’d do if–”

“I’m sorry,” Lyse pleads, snotty and scabbing. “I wanted to...”

Yda has no answer. Silence falls over them, besides Lyse’s poor sniffling.

Y’shtola looks to Thancred, glancing him over. She too had seen the weapon, he realizes. Just as quickly as it had appeared, he has hidden it again. To Urianger its shocking appearance was less disquieting than the realization none had known it was there.

“... Far from me to complain, given its use. But were you supposed to have that?”

He blinks at her, recoiling. Another glimpse of the boy in the garden appears. But only a glimpse.

“...Not precisely,” he admits. He opens his mouth as if to give some easy rebuke, to play off all concerns as he has done before. As the group’s eyes turn on him, his words fail. “...I only meant to help.”

“I take it the weapon isn’t yours?”

“I’ll buy you fifty knives,” Yda exhales. The conversation is quickly ended. “Let’s go home.”

The hike down is quieter. Ameliance finds them upon their return to the estate, and helps finish administering the healing that Y’shtola had began. She even smooths the unease of the day by managing to compliment the events; “One must have some adventures, I suppose…”

“Right,” Yda agrees. Her sister’s hand held tightly in her own, their common bones white beneath their skin.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 22/02/2026

#natureartparty so happy there was another one this year <3

a sketchbook page from 2026 nature art party; there is a bird, a robot fish, an octopus, a chameleon, a big monster, and some sketches of the coast and waterfalls.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 02/02/2026

horses aren't called horses anymore 🎉

ffxiv players after clearing wicked thunder

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

will have no time to write this weekend as work has gone long. but i want to go back.

Cherule's letter from chapter 4 of Flight of an Anorak;

Urianger,

You are my dearest, and my lasting light in the dark days. I apologize for not writing to you until now. I would do as Jeaulond does, and save my words for kinder tidings, but I am regrettably unlike your father. I so badly miss you, and want to send you my words while I am able.

The work I do is difficult; it is the kind that undoes itself behind you. I am lead to believe it will yet take some time. I would be in despair for not the thought of you and the company of your father. Know that were I there I would hold you tight, and sing to you, and kiss each of your cheeks and ears. As many years as my labors take, I will never not wish to return to you.

When Urianger unfolds the letter, something small and silver falls out and into his lap. He picks it back up; it is a necklace with a tiny pendant, silver in the shape of a spinning wheel. It is finely crafted; the drive spins within its frame.

I give you this; a necklace from my mother’s things. We discovered it in our bags sometime after we arrived in the motherland. Your grandmother was a devout Nymeian her whole life, just as her father was. When she left for Ishgard, I never forgave her, and so we raised you secularly. But when Jeaulond found the necklace and presented it to me I found some peace, as if she had finally come home.

If Nymeia will bless anyone in our family I would have it be you. I will start praying again if there is no other way I might help you or be with you now.

From the day you were born I worried I was a terrible mother. Now I am certain of it. But even if you should hate me for my insufficiencies, I pray you will allow me this. I love you, my dear. Be well and do not think of me; there is no need. You are immensely loved, here and in the stars, now and forevermore.

Your mother,
Cherule

following passage from chapter 4 of Flight of an Anorak
Cherule’s letter had her familiar abruptness; five little paragraphs. But that was all that was familiar. His mother was neither religious nor desperate. The strong, stoic woman that she was had been a crumbling tower that spring, and he had not heard from her since that summer. Perhaps the tower was gone, now.

He reaches for his memories, but there was no one image in his mind the strangeness of the letter could be compared to. He was too young, and realizing surely that the years would soon come and make the both of them older. His mother was retreating backwards into a dark wood where he could not find her. This letter- was it goodbye ?

When he was grown, would he be able to remember his mother’s face as he knew it? When he meets her again– if he will– what person will she be? Or himself– will he be too large for her to hold, or to kiss on the ears? Will he have grown into someone different than this– someone with greater powers, who might come to her aid?

Before that summer, Cherule had never spoken to him like a child. She was kind to him and loved him, but regarded him as if she already knew him as the adult he would be, and was waiting for his arrival to a friendship of equals. He had looked forward to that day, when the door of understanding might open as so many others had before. He had longed to be on the other side of that knowledge with her; to finally say that he knew his mother well.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

Nzxt h6 flow in white! will have black interior fans.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

This is matoya & y'shtola & also y'shtola and everyone else. To me.

[Excerpt from Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett.] The two of them were left in their own private gloom. Granny sat staring fixedly in front of her.
"You really shouldn't take it so bad, just because people aren't showing you any respect," said Margrat, pouring soothing oil on the internal fires. "They've hardly ever shown me any respect at all. It's not a problem."
"If you ain't got respect, you ain't got a thing," said Granny distantly.
"Oh, I don't know. I've always managed to get along," said Margrat.
"That's 'cos you're a wet hen, Margat Garlick," said Granny.
There was a short, hot silence, ringing with the words that shouldn't have escaped and a few grunts of pained surprise from the direction of the bar.
I know she's always thought that, Margrat told herself within the glowing walls of her embarassment. I just never thought she'd ever say it. And she'll never say sorry, because that's not the kind of thing she does. She just expects people to forget things like that. I was just trying to be friends again. If she ever really has any friends.
"Here we are then," said Nanny Ogg, emerging from the crush with a tray. "Fruit drinks."
She sat down and looked from one to the other.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

feeling sentimental about her so please accept these images. my lizard.... I should finish another stormblood thread today

a player character au ra from ffxiv. she wears large pauldrons and carries an axe

the same character, seated next to a large shrub

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

YEAH they are the shoes for the summertide dress... technically there is a bow on the back of her gown too but i didn't draw it (to make it look more mature/formal)

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 04/10/2025

I know we all had the same thought (redraw)

the 2025 Eorzean Symphony vinyl cover, but Urianger is redrawn to be wearing a formal dress.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

however zenos has ruined her life not just by beating her at war but by necessitating she go back home for the only reason she ever would; military strategy. hateful!!!!!

Alphinaud says; "Come now, even you have your limits-- but then, so too must he... One legatus ruling two provinces a world apart... Yes-- divide and conquer. We kindle the flames of revolution in Doma once more, thereby forcing Zenos to fight a ware on two fronts."

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

(sorry for nighttime screenshot) crazy for me that 1) he shows up and defeats her with a doman sword 2) it breaks against her

zenos' katana, broken in half on the sands of rhalgr's reach

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 19/08/2025

embargo time. guess what emote i was doing where while lonny was in cutscenes

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

i'm crazy but i want this so bad

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 19/07/2025

deleted FoaA scene surrounding thancred getting kicked out of the house. looks bad but i am on fourchenault's side here

There is a carriage parked outside as Urianger and Moenbryda arrive to the estate. A servant hefts luggage bags into its open back; they look to each other in surprise.

When they enter through the foyer, there is a commotion in one of the parlors. Urianger is ashamed to eavesdrop, but Moenbryda tugs on the end of his sleeve insistently, trapping him.

"You're going to argue with me until the very last minute, aren't you?" It's Fourchenault's voice, strained but low.

"I hope for you to remember your mercy, son--"

"Do not ask me to be sympathetic, when you should have known better, from the start. For the boy's sake."

"Fourchenault..."

Heavy footsteps, and the door they both press to suddenly opens. The children flinch back, and Fourchenault blinks down at them in a stupor that seems to snuff out his anger.

"...Pardon," he mumbles, surprise changing to irritation before he stows that too away. Fourchenault leaves past them, taking a right into the grand hall, and presumably up the staircases. When they turn back, Louisoix stands by one of the windows. The morning light glows over the regret on his wizened face.

Urianger awaits some kind of explanation or comment to emerge in the man's old voice, but none comes. He looks out the window; to the carriage, Urianger realizes. Louisoix is wearing an outer robe and carries a cane, as if he is about to leave.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 18/07/2025

More on that later. I also got through the M'naago questline and in a way they are also handing her axes over there (straight up "validating it," by "it," well, let's just say. "her ideology.")

Raubahn: Per Pipin's plan, we need to turn East End into an imperial graveyard. You're a dab hand at this, and I'd be a fool not to use you.

M'naago: It would mean dropping all pretense about the Alliance not wanting to go to war with the Empire... but you'd have a lot more folk willing to stand up and fight if they knew they weren't alone. And you were going to have to do it eventually anyway.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 18/07/2025

playing for the first time i knew 1) raen were from doma 2) the name character creator gave me meant "seed seller" 3) doma had been occupied. but it was these meffrid branch quests that said what that would look like

Meffrid: Recently, the imperials have been swooping into villages unannounced and seizing supplies in order to prevent the people from stockpiling, in case they might be in league with the Resistance.

Wercrata: Forgive me, sir! I-I came to deliver the tributum!

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

Stormblood (base expac) is a constant incoming streak of lizard Ws so we can't even say she's wrong here. Tragic for her haters. Also she looked like this at this point. signature outfit for 80% of the game.

Miura in rhalgr's reach, wearing a red coat with large armored pauldrons. Her long hair is in a braid, and a gunblade is on her back.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 17/07/2025

#orphanofnaeuri ty jacob for the cool hashtag. anyway this will be my series of threads abt miura in stormblood. you can mute this hashtag if you are SICK and TIRED. of lizards. ❤️

alphinaud, miura, and alisaie standing in the rising stones

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 13/07/2025

#7.2spoilers . I want [redacted] betrayal to be real so badly. wolshtola divorce fever forever.

"I don't understand why it's taking you so long."

Shale looks over her shoulder, up from the terminal. The warrior of light leans against a wall by the door, her gunblade slung to her back. She has come in for a debriefing in the early morning, before the rest of Oblivion has crawled out of their bunks. In her case, before she has seen her bunk at all. A few catnaps on her desk had needed to suffice.

"We're doing all we can to trace Calyx," she assures. "If there are any developments, you'll be the first to know."

Miura's tail flicks. "He's using the authority of the endless queen, isn't he?"

Shale blinks. In her weary state, the suggestion sends a throb of adrenaline down to her chest.

"I would have noticed that," she answers plain and slow. There's no telling how much these new strangers understand of their systems, so she keeps her explanations simplified, brief, and inarguable. To her knowledge, Miura is not much of a scholar. "He must have some sort of back door."

"Or he's held her strings from the very beginning." Miura looks at her, cool and reptile. Shale hides the shiver that goes down her back, and tightens her grip around the stylus in her hand. "You're really telling me you've never seen anything like this before?"

"How would I tell?" She shrugs, ambivalent. "If it was here from the start, it would look like business as usual, wouldn't it?"

Miura holds her in her gaze for a while. Thinking. Her tail lashes again. "It would," she admits, averting her gaze once more.

"You're anxious," Shale offers.

"We're getting run around. He has the advantage. I don't like it." She keeps focusing somewhere far away. "People are going to get hurt."

"They already have," Shale corrects, stern.

The room goes quiet, dead quiet. Momentarily full of silent bodies. Shale sees them watching from every direction. They aren't really here with her. The dead go nowhere, to become nothing. Oblivion has made her well, well aware of that.

"All the more reason for you to figure it out," Miura insists. Forceful, accusatory. In the moment, Shale feels punctured by true resentment. She turns back to her work, taps a few keys.

"Y'shtola mentioned you were impatient, the other night." she says cooly. The air beats.

"Y'shtola...?"

"Has she not told you?" Shale looks over again, steeling herself. "How odd."

Miura has stood up from the wall. Her arms are still crossed, but her eyes are pinned. Wider. She turns away, then, and bats at the door release panel as she goes.

"Do your damn job," she barks. Then she vanishes through the portal, out into the dark of the hallway.

As soon as she is gone, Shale turns back to her desk and deflates in a bone-deep, shuddering exhale. She rests her fingertips to her temples, rubs a few tiny circles. The caffeine makes her hands tremor. The caffeine, certainly. The rest of her, woefully mortal, aches and protests. She is feeling her age badly.

"You're close," she tells herself. "Not much longer, now."

Her eyes open. Somewhere outside, the dawn is about to break.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

it didn't make it into the essay but look at this please. I read "nearly as inspired" as such a knock on louisoix here.

Ascilia looked into his eyes and considered the implication of his words without prejudice. After a moment, she nodded in agreement. “...Very well. But what name shall I take?”

Thancred closed his eyes, thought briefly for a moment, then spoke.

“Minfilia,” he said with quiet conviction. “Minfilia Warde.”

It was nearly as inspired a name as the one Louisoix had convinced him to embrace so many years ago. A common enough name for a Highlander girl—yet not one so overused as to draw unnecessary attention. A name that would keep her safe in Thancred’s absence.

“Minfilia...” she said with a smile. “Yes, I rather like the sound of it.”

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

Basically this is what Shadowbringers was about

A ffxiv screenshot where Y'shtola's dialogue has been edited to say; "I've invented a new spell called "Feminism IV." And I'm casting it on you right now."

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

everybody say hiiiiii queer leaflet ❤️

the same hrothgal, looking at a quest item (a scroll) labeled 'queer leaflet'.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

i rolled a new character also. been hearing about this guy a lot lately

A hrothgal wol stands in front of Thancred. He has a quest marker over his head

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 07/07/2025

I love the ilberdposing. This may be cope but here's how I understood us finding him in the Atiascope; this guy can't let himself rest after what happened. He used garlean war machines to kill his own people while they screamed for mercy and out loud decries them as too weak and self-serving.

How long have I struggled to reach this point! My countrymen so inured to the taste of defeat, they no longer balk at its bitterness. Shouting my throat raw with rallying cries, only to be greeted with dull eyes and blank faces!

My “brothers” and “sisters” in Ul'dah have surrendered to their apathy and their appetites. Were it not for the glint of Lolorito's coin, I doubt even those here now would have answered my call!

“Take back our homeland! Free Ala Mhigo!” Hah! They'll happily mouth the words, but they won't spill the blood!
You say no mortal should wield these eyes? Then I shall gladly become a demon! I will suckle on the souls of the hopeless, and liberate the homeland they no longer deserve!

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 04/07/2025

I've put together a glam for chaotic this weekend 🎉

Illuminant Jewel (ffxiv femroe warrior of light) in black mage gear; a dark purple outfit with a witch's hat, and a voluminous sleeved bolero jacket over a bikini top.

The same character, but full body, showing a dark purple skirt with metallic accents and a staff weapon. The staff weapon has a large green gem floating within a rotating golden ring.

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Faelith @faelithurgy.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

for the second time i did not finish the prompt on the day but here is another teaser. i will try to wrap up both of them (and perhaps a third) by sunday.....

an drawing (unfinished) in photoshop of miura and y'shtola. the color palettes of the two characters have been swapped.

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