Track: Digitalism - Pogo A Viera is seen with long, draping black armoured attire, with a scythe at the ready. From this angle, their expression cannot be discerned. Flower petals and snowflakes can be seen being swept up in the corners of the frame, from nearby vegetation.
「something in the air.」
[ #🪦 , #FFXIV ] [ i was gonna wait til the new year, but magnus' silhouette in this has me ill. ]
'iustitia'
#ffxiv #ffxivart #elidibus #inveneruntrecordum
Greyscale sketch of Thancred, behind Urianger, whispering: "I will never forgive you."
grudge
Asbury
광란의 꽃
what people hear when i talk: goth goth dying death bleeding torment burning goth ebony darkness dementia raven way suffering live laugh love goth
death is usually a big theme with my ocs. my life has been harshly punctuated by it, ive experienced it personally and know what its like to have my heart stop, to be brought back. its a strange thing to know and not something most people can relate to, so i find catharsis including it in my stories
IT ALL SEEMS LIKE DOOM AND GLOOM I KNOW, but each of them have a chance at finding some peace. eins can stop hating the world, joan can have support at the convent, synne can come to terms with being dealt a shit hand of poor health and not give up on himself. there are shreds of beauty in the dark.
synne (new viera) lives a very long time regardless, but it ends with either being slowly ravaged by sickness and time in a very unforgiving way, or the good route where he dies peacefully in his sleep despite a life of chronic pain and illness, he is able to overcome. depends on my mood.
she is dragged back to etheirys by the twins and made ward to a convent where she lives out her days a shell of her former self and distantly muttering about god and the end times.
joan slowly goes mad after hydaelyn's death, unable to grasp a life without divine purpose. shes so obsessed with her task of saving the star she is swayed by metion's promise to free everyone from their suffering and keep them safe in the egg. her fight with eins happens alongside the endsinger's.
hydaelyn fucked up ein's soul so hes unable return to the aether, so he will try to go into a long dreamless sleep in hopes no one will wake him. its the closest to oblivion he's able to get.
Corvys, a man with wings on his head and feathery arms, is seen in a field of lightning and red cloth draped behind him.
— don't wait for the dust to settle.
[ #ru:corvys | #adonedits ]
POV: You just got on the wrong ship...
#elezen | #duskwight | #pirate | #gposers
Ciceroix is sending his astroglobe far up above him with stars around it and a sky in the background
Reach high up above you ✨
#sneef:ciceroix | #gposers | #leolights
My FFXIV OC, Chandal (veena viera man with short black hair), stands outside in the Leveilleur Estate balcony. Despite the nighttime, the bright warm light from inside the manor illuminates his ornate clothing and the sword he casually rests on his shoulder. --------- Haena's Crystal Braves had become a welcome presence in Old Sharlayan, although Chandal preferred menial tasks with the gleaners in Labyrinthos over representing his dear sister at one of Ameliance's parties. While Alphinuad still chafes at the reminder, Ameliance is grateful to Haena and the Braves' efforts to carry on her son's mission. Much of the bluster and pageantry does go over Chandal's head. He was not suited for diplomacy nor... impractical clothing. He found some peace outside the function, like he always did, under the moonlight. It had not been that long since he was still roaming the war-torn reaches of Othard wearing whatever could shelter him from the elements or Garlean magitek. Rather than caviar canapes and carrot pudding, he ate whatever meager portions he could afford. There was once an aging Doman man who shared with Chandal the last of his wine and rice before passing away in his sleep, peacefully resting after knowing those who murdered his wife and took his son were lying dead after meeting Chandal's blade. Chandal never could discern flavors too well, but those memories often lingered in their absence. Ameliance's words of gratitude amidst the idle chatter of Sharlayan professors. The sigh of relief from that man after gulping down his glass of plum wine; his belly hardly full yet his hunger sated. "You will become a blade to vanquish your enemies, and yet are also the man who will swing that blade against them." Meidao shizun's words returned to him once more. She had left him with a riddle. "In our pursuit, we shed our selves: lighten the load so that we may take flight in the skies. Chandal, my student, do birds fly with purpose or are simply carried by the winds?"
a reprieve in the night
#gposers | #gpose | #viera | #kettenmods | #juneglams
#NVgpose | #hwaguk:chandal | #hwaguk:lore
A nude and blood-covered man, on his knees, looking up at the camera with a stunned look on his face. He's in a dark space, and is holding a skull over his lap. While his face and body is completely slathered in blood, the skull is absurdly clean.
you will drain all of you.
CW: blood / skull
#xembre_adrias
thanks! i think im going to make him a mortician of sorts
A digital illustration of a large, person size funerary urn that has cracked open, revealing the blackened and charred bones inside. The urn is decorated in knotted and braided chains and ropes, a skull lays on the ground at it's foot with a metal coin bolted to the forehead. A man sits balled up with his back against the urn, head down, holding his necklace in his hand. Surrounding him is many iron decorated urns, dead leaves, twisted black candles, and fragments of placards and bones. On the walls is an intricate set of frames with vine-like lines tracing between them to dictate an ancestry tree. A clay vase sits bolted to the wall filled with dead flowers under a glass lamp that remains unlit.
Black and white picture of two veiled individuals on a canvas with flowers and a gilded frame. The person on the left reaches to the one on the right, as if seeking forgiveness, and the right is trying to pull away while stabbing the hand reaching out to them.
sᴇʟғ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ
#GPOSERS I #ReShade I #ffxivsnaps
pay the butcher’s bill
guy who stands at the far end of a dark hallway to ask you if you want some water
thank you!
his eyelashes are an important character trait
bury me not on the lone prairie (1/2)
revenant
#gposers #gjenganger #eins
i hope he gets struck by lightning
#gposers #gjenganger #eins
