pov: he found you dead in the snow

sumire (she/they) caught in a moment of strange vulnerability. their expression is miserable, eyes catching the light. the first sign of something wrong. she is bloodied and reaching to a blurred, gloved hand. it is not a hand she wishes to hold, not anymore.

the side of nobuhiko's face comes, vaguely, into view. it is as unseen to us, as a face sumire barely remembers. with his appearance, a blade in sumire's chest that she reaches for, and an expression that becomes more pleading.

— love as a sharp blade.

#landsmaiden ; #elvashade ; #gposers

That hair is so gorgeous on her she’s soooooo so beautiful

Image of Daisy, an Au Ra woman with cropped curly pink hair and sparse, petal-shaped scales, hands clasped in a show of maidenly manners. She smiles warmly and indulgently at the viewer, strategically offering an excellent view of her décolletage in the process.

Someone has interrupted her self-introduction, causing her to break character.

and i know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem | #drownedbride

gorgeous!! and wonderful lore to go with :)

V: Petal “The Elder” Who doesn’t love to be tasked by an elder dragon to protect one of their dragonborn? Along N’ami’s trips throughout Eorzea, she was pleased to stumble into Dravania. Within her trips to Tailfeather, she would often find peace and solitude in the many dragonborn that dwelled there as well as their constituents. Among them was the Elder, Petal, who has long lineage to Hraesvelgr of The First Brood. Petal took a liking to N’ami, both of appreciation and a slight romance as well. She’s protective of N’ami and The Syndicate in kind, and asked to be ‘protected’. This was simply to continue to be attached to N’ami, believing she was capable of great things. What made Petal even more connected to N’ami were far back connections of ancestry involving N’aaja. N’aaja being the warrior of light, had helped Petal’s kind. She wanted to return the favor. Perhaps falling in love with her daughter was the next best thing. She serves as the Syndicate ‘Investor’ but also protector. She’s capable of incredible power and might that is only used when absolutely necessary. She is often behind the scenes and- THE YURI IS GREAT YALL. Interesting Facts: - 500 Years Old - Eerily Imprinted on N’ami, Sworn Protector - In Love w/ Her But Has Yet to Tell Her

V: Petal “The Elder” 🪷

‼️ LORE in ALT TEXT

#HidakaSyndicate | #HidakaLore

her c+ scaling needs more tummy but i'm still trying to work it out with not clipping with things, but! some outfits for beast. he doesnt feel the cold, infinite aether machine that he is, but she does like a hat/veil, those are staples

enormous tail achieved

evening plans....get saith's c+ scaling done, then a few base fits. build a beast

miririn (she/her) in the middle of a crowd of people - the scions. they are mostly obscured in shadow, surrounding her. their hands are at their sides and no one moves to hold her as she cries beneath the spotlight.

miririn, turning to lock eyes with the watcher. the spotlight has moved. it's closer to you, now. and still, no one reaches out.

— lost girl.

#miririnmirin ; #lalafell ; #elvashade

i need to take proper gposes of my beast

tighten up, stay strapped

silas (xaela, he/him) and sumire (midlander, she/they) in an embrace. silas' face is obscured, his expression difficult to read. sumire reaches for his hand, while his blade comes ever-closer to her throat. he is the one thing, truly, stopping sumire from losing her mind here. from disappearing entirely - his blade is the thin line.

a front view so you can see the way he reaches to cradle her hand in his. his eyes watch, his love as contained as he can keep it, as sumire drifts off somewhere else. their eyes are distant, unfocused on a point in the distance. silas will not let her slip onto the blade. he will never abandon her - he need only wait until she comes back.

— i hope we die together this time
smile as the seams bend wide.

w/ @kardiamancy.bsky.social 🖤

#silmire ; #landsmaiden ; #gposers

a photo of sumire (she/they) in many different spots in the frame. she sits in the flowers, she stands staff-ready in the background, runs off on the right corner so only their braid and robe is present. they dance in the back left. all of the selves are pale blue - nearing grey. something like a statue. all versions of sumire are something to admire, to lay hands on in awe. all versions of her, even the one trying to run, can go nowhere.

a close-up of the sumire sitting alone in the grass. her expression is obscured, the one truth no one can take from her is how she feels.

— garden of the lost maiden.

#landsmaiden ; #gposers

got the beast into balmung to try and go to EL tonight :)

i have no idea how this username wasnt taken tbh but here we are, ffxiv posting with a bloodborne name

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aethlyn - 30+ he/she old bog hag - ffxiv containment and gpose central - saith hydref @ leviathan