Taro looks at his reflection in a stream. Looking back he sees himself if he was raised by his birthparents. He is surrounded by his family. His mother, Tahro, his brothers: Tahro'a, Tahro'to, Tahro'li and his father, Ita'a Lheye.
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Day 10: Mirror
What could have been...
An alternative version of Taro as Tacitus the Red Knight. Tacitus (of Blackvale) is another OC of mine who is the subject of a short story I am writing. Within this image, Taro is depicted with fur accented red armour. In his right arm he holds his helmet while in his left hand he holds his rapier. He looks off into the distance proudly posing for the image.
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Day 9: Free space - Knight
Ser Tacitus the Red Knight
VOLITION - I can't help you. I am totally useless. Everything I've said is lies. I want the exact same bad things you want. To stand here, like a pillar of salt.
Set about 20ish years ago. N'ami (30 Yrs Old) stands with her blade outstretched and protecting her younger self (10); but it appears that younger N'ami is trying to stop herself from fighting. In this particular scene, she is protecting her tribe from unwanted 'guests'. Younger N'ami finds it painful to see the destruction, but she's begging her older self to place the blade down. Younger N'ami's eyes are filled with tears, concerned that this will only make her slip even further from healing. N'ami's blade has always been guided by other forces and never herself, so this is a very difficult piece/pose to make 💔
⚜️ Miqo March Day 9 ⚜️
FREE DAY 🖤🩸
// PTSD • Childhood Trauma
“Don’t make me go through this again…”
#MiqoMarch | #HidakaX|V
happy international woman’s day from the woman of all time
🖤🍃☀️🐄🦈
🎨 Oni | Higgy | XStupiF 🤍
From "Tales from the Snow" “Tacitus…” The stoic Garlean said, his voice slightly shaky from the race of emotions he no doubt had rushing through him. He walked forward a few steps, moving to put his hand on Taro’s shoulder like he did in the past. He stopped just short, recoiling for a moment. It took a few seconds before Taro looked at him and finally smiled. “Dad. It’s okay.” His growly voice was gentle, soft even and he took Cassius’ hand and placed it on his shoulder. “I don’t hold any of it against you…” Taro gesticulated his hand around, his finger miming a circular motion. “None of what anyone here did, while under Anima’s control, was their fault…” Cassius looked at him and said nothing, he couldn’t say anything really. Octavia for her part, looked at the two of them, smiled and placed her hand on Taro’s shoulder as well. “Tacitus.” She started, “Taro…” She continued. “We couldn’t be more proud of you… for everything you’ve done… you’ve grown into quite a man since you went to Eorzea.” She chuckled and Cassius turned to look at the light in his wife’s face. “I assume you’re going back then?” Cassius asked, his hand withdrawing before settling once the tall Garlean crossed his arms. “To Eorzea?” “Of course I am.” Taro responded, “It’s my home after all…” He paused and chuckled, “I’ve got… roots there now.” “Well!” His mother’s voice piped up “You’ll have to introduce us, won’t you my dear?” Taro looked over to see her with a bright expression on her face. “After all, now that Garlemald is trading with the outside world again, we really ought to make the trip down to see you more often.” “Mother…” Taro said with a low groan. “No no she’s right…” Cassius spoke, placing his hand on Octavia’s back and standing next to her. “Don’t really have to worry about being on any watch lists now… and besides.” He smiled. “It’s a whole new world now…”
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Day 8: Warmth
"It was a cold day. It was always cold in Garlemald. But for the first time in a long time… it felt like things were getting warmer."
You used to log onto the internet and find out it was peanut butter jelly time. Not any more.
one of the simple pleasures in life is saying 'wow it looks like silent hill out there' when it's really foggy
i love having free will
#RE9 #ScoobyDoo
An image of Taro with his former Gunblade drawn and ready. The backdrop is Bozja, in the wastes outside Camp Steva. In the reflection on his gunblade is The Whitetail.
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Day 5: Free - Reflection.
Fighting against your past.
This is from one of the former Infinity Ward/Call of Duty co-founders:
a little throwback today 🖤🧡💛🤍
my art block is nasty atm, but im proud to say i brought her to life 🪄
🎨 CHOMPS (yours truly 🍃)
I'm a deeply flawed individual, but I bring joy to the world.
Description: a photo of Taro around the time he started adventuring in Eorzea. He is holding an apple in his right hand while petting a small Chocobo in the other. This is Magnus, who will eventually be Taro's faithful bird. Lore: The poor thing seemed so weak, his stride was slow as Taro made camp for them both. After a few hours they sat together by the fire. The bird cooed, nuzzling his head into Taro's hand. "You're a loner too aye?" The chocobo quietly "Kweh'd" into his hand... or maybe it was a "wark" Regardless Taro smiled and grabbed a xelphatol apple from his pack. "Eat... get youre strength back." The chocobo cooed.
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Day 4: Companion
The beginning of a long friendship...
Reposting with alt text! 💜
I wonder when the next completely juiceless service game will try to catch the Fortnite Unicorn and if it will last longer than 2.8 Concords
Baatu Malqir and his Eaters of Cities send skeet
YOU - “Promiscuity -- you mean the *cock carousel*.” (Twirl your hand around in the air.)
MEASUREHEAD - YOU USE VULGAR HUMOUR TO DISTRACT YOURSELF FROM THE PAIN THAT WOMEN HAVE CAUSED YOU. IMPOTENT RAGE AT THEIR PROMISCUITY WILL NOT HEAL YOU. AND IT *REPELS* WOMEN.
Description: a photo of Taro and Marsak. Taro holds up his job Stone while Marsak pats his shoulder and congratulates him. Lore: The jacket fit perfectly, much to Taro's surprise. Though he was bigger than most miqo'te, he was nowhere near as broad as a Hrothgar. As he emerged Marsak stood ahead of him, a smile sat proudly on his face. His large hand was closed, even as he raised it towards Taro. As it opened a small yellow stone fell into the Miqo'te's palm. "I think you'll be needing this." Taro looked down at the stone. His eyes glancing over its features and the pronounced sigil in the middle. The mark of a gunbreaker. "Congratulations Blade Cyrpianos. You're officially a Gunbreaker"
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Day 3: Calling
A Gunbreaker is born.
Blood moon total lunar eclipse and aurora happening now in Fairbanks, Alaska!
Standing center in the composition, Taro holds his arms crossed over his chest as he looks at the camera. His face is slightly bloodied but not really by much. He growls, or scoffs, with a speech bubble stating "Hmmp."
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Day 2: (Free) Idle
"This is nothing..."
Chomps drawn in a sketch sheet style! She is lifting her fro on two parts of the page, wearing a cheeky smile and an inquisitive, confident gaze. In the center, she is facing away from the viewer, looking over her shoulder as her fingers glide along the water.
“I’ll Save The Day!”
CHOMPS, My Favorite Bae to Watch 🛟🦈🤍🖤💛🧡
🎨 @pibbbou.bsky.social
An image of a younger Taro sitting at the Carline Canopy with a warm drink in his hand. He looks a bit irritated (shocker) but in the background one can make out three adventurers who are eying him up.
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Day 1: Begin
The first drink at the Carline Canopy
In the wake of the assault, Marsak congratulates Taro - effectively telling the Whitetail that he has attained enough experience to call himself a "Gunbreaker." As a result, Taro was rewarded with the Bodyguard armour and coat. As Marsak states- modified to suit Taro's wardrobe (he means the coat is black).
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Gunbreakers should be presentable.
During Taro's Gunbreaker training he learned on the field. The photo above occurs during a Trench assault on the Bozja Southern Front; Taro fights off an assault from men and machina of the 4th Legion. In the foreground is a dead Garlean, his boot caked in mud and blood while another charges the Whitetail. Taro seems poised to strike even with the chaos that surrounds him.
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"There is no rest for me. There never *will* be rest for me."
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He won't be fished until he's finished.
It's been a while but I think it's time to celebrate again.
You made it to Silverwiggle Thursday!!
This is a Nazi move. Stripping people of rights, invalidating their IDs, setting them up for criminalization and imprisonment.
If you don't support trans rights, you support fascism.
