A life of Adventure

Hi hello I excavated my cintiq from a neolithic layer of concentrated dust for the first time in ages.

She Serpent:

Scree Serpent:

Cid: I have this headache that comes and goes.

Nero: *enters the room*

Wake my muse from a nightmare/Wipe my muse’s tears away/Crawl under the covers with my muse

Xev’tan woke with a sharp breath. He’d been dreaming, drowning and it was a subtle sound that dragged him back to a soft bed with the lights off. And now he sat, stared at the shape of a woman with her hands in her shirt and something dreadful in her eyes. She hadn’t meant to wake him. She hadn’t meant to stand in the dark light of an open window and reach a hand for his shoulder.

But there they were.

He was standing, taking her face in his hands. His heart was racing and she had tears in her eyes. There was something unspoken, some reason for it all and he didn’t ask. No, he brushed his thumbs over the rounds of her cheeks and stared, studied all the things that passed across her face. There was something tragic about her and he wondered if another life would suit her better. She’d find out one day, surely.

“C’mon, Cheche of th’Dotharl,” he rumbled, something like affection there. He’d stopped breathing so quickly, stopped thinking on dreams so dark and stormy. No, there Xev’tan was grounded and returned to a world less ghastly, one bathed in blue and grey and the light of the moon through parted curtains. The small comforts of a quiet inn in the middle of the night.

The bed creaked and she pressed her face to his chest. He pulled the covers up to his waist, to her upper arm. Nothing more was said. It was release in its own way, every other second filled with slow breaths. Comforting in its own way to each of them, to strangely kindred spirits.

A “Shadowbringers” parody song that I adlibbed in part on @the-arcane-circle​‘s Discord while lying in bed doing jack all.

One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, Two heals AFK the whole fight, Three deeps fell off, one’s still alive, All four have left, and now I just might. One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, Both are dead, please just fucking wipe, Vote abandon, don’t have all night…

This raid that we run, Is so overdone, I just want my tomestones, Been grinding since one, But here we go again, The group votes abandon!

One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, Half our group has been petrified, Other half locked out of the fight, And you call yourselves Warriors of Light? This would be my last one tonight, If this group could just do it right, Fail mechanics, watch as they die, Could you shits at least fucking try? One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, JUST LEARN THE FIGHT!

Tank’s a fucking joke, Pulled too much and gear is broke, DPS all fucking choke, The mechanics killed off every last one! Can’t you fucking stack? Hit return and shortcut back, Now my vision’s going black. Nevermind, I just got fucking DC’d!

Kick, Vote to kick, What the shit, Won’t carry this… Oh, Kick, Vote to kick, What the shit, Won’t carry this…

One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, Getting angry, rage quit in sight, Vote failed twice, and I’m dead inside, Capping tomes is not worth this fight, One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, One tanks poorly, one tanks alright, I’m not alright.

We wipe, We wipe, We wipe, We wipe, wipe without end

Duty’s end

Duty’s end

Raid’s end

This raid’s end

I could fiddle with the colors all night, but it’s late, sooo…