everything is wrong and you can never fix it
be haunted by memories of the dead. as a treat
whoops diana might be my most suffered character
Are you proud of me yet?
"you can reduce the quality so bluesky doesn't auto do it" IT FUCKING DOES IT ANYWAYS. I HATE THE INTERNET
YEEESSSSS FUCK UP MY SCREENSHOTS, BSKY!!β€οΈβ€οΈ
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#gpose β¦ #femroe
I'm very surprised that I haven't found anyone else come up with a lore accurate name of "Dori'to Montandue"
bonus...
Where there used to be storms
My horizon is fleeting
I'm so tired inside
I could sleep through a landslide
What say ya we get lost, Clementine?
Chasing ghosts.
Running along the beaten dirt path is a midlander woman chasing a mirage. A ghost. Her hand out stretched reaching for him yet never close enough.
A drag path,
etched in the surface.
Art I drew of moenbryda dresses it paints and vest with a white undershirt smiling with stars and hearts behind her
Moenbryda photocard anyone? π
My girl deserved better!
#Ffxivart | #Moenbryda | #Minimonnieart
(sighs really hard)
DECAY IS AN EXTANT FORM OF LIFE
#Embroidery #HandEmbroidery
Man, that wine is really getting to her. Not the tension between them at all. Nooope.
Avoiding bedtime by making the stupidest shit
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A pale skinned raen woman is stood among a tidepool, blue crystal glowing among the water and the cave walls, and onto her well built form. She is wearing a bikini with a floral red pattern on black base, her tail swishes behind her, decorated with gold, and her hair is done up in a ponytail, raven black among red, ruby eyes.
A hyur(?) woman is stood on a picturesque beach, sunset among the horizon while she is laughing looking towards the camera, a raised hand to cover it only barely, flowy purple cloth covering her form, decorated with shining gold. Her body has traces of magic lines running across it, as well as scales on her cheeks, inhuman eyes, more like that of a sea creature than the average hyur, set next to flowing blue locks.
A hyur woman is stood among fiery ruins, wearing eastern garb, and in a clear battle posture, torso low, legs spread wide, a hand up to where the other, which is notably pitch black, is holding the grip of a massive floral blade, pink and laced with cherry blossom petals and swirling energy. She looks out with a fierce, death defying expression.
Some lil thangs I made for some rp partners
@areseise.bsky.social
@badmoenrising.bsky.social
#GPOSERS
Amalia stands in a shaded area of the rainforest and looks at the camera with a faint smile on her face. She has two quetzals perching on each hand, and two others flying about her. Their bright green and red feathers shine brightly in the sun.
quetzalli
I look at Diana,
"Is she too plain?" I ask myself.
Nah, she's good just the way she is.
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What say ya we get lost, Clementine?