❤️Carrah Tia [DT spoilers]❤️

G'raha is enjoying spooky season fully ❤️

Photo by: @TiraMods

The halloween party was so much fun. Can't wait for the next event! 🥺💕

Photo by Tira

Yukina will happily trade places if you are overwhelmed, pretty kitty.

If I were awake, it could've been 8 instead of 7

Even if I'm a bit conflicted now, I still really like these G'rahas. One of the few pieces of mine that actually popped off on twitter.

#FFXIV #G'rahaTia

The Crystal Exarch walking through the Crystarum with a young Lyna, holding her hand

A now grown Lyna, still walking through the Crystarium with the Exarch

The more things change, the more they stay the same

#gposers #viera #lyna

Decided to color my G'raha sketch traditionally ❤️

#grahatia #graha #ffxiv #art #finalfantasyxiv #finalfantasy #ffxiv

風吹く窓辺

[Shadowbringers]

Exarch and baby Lyna

#ffxiv #crystalexarch #ffxivlyna

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS! I gsjinhists T_T
This is going to be incredible once complete, but I'm sobbing already-

A'yukina is the shorter of the two and yet she still likes to lovingly tease Raha by calling him short. I love them together sm

I got to the end of the new deep dungeon and the cutscene, after floor 100, made me shriek 😭❤️

Thank you!! ❤️🫶🫶

Thank you!! Shimmer and sparkle are a staple in my art hehe ❤️

Decided to color my G'raha sketch traditionally ❤️

#grahatia #graha #ffxiv #art #finalfantasyxiv #finalfantasy #ffxiv

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Side view of The Crystal Exarch in the Ocular, seated on the ground he looks his right arm crystallized, palm of his hand turns toward him. Subtle bits of crystal from his arm are falling.

💎Behind the doors~

#CrystalExarch | #G'rahaTia

SCREAMING CRYING WAILING, WHY MUST YOU DO THIS

goodnight

THANK YOUUUU

"The new FFXIV hair is boring"

I don't care, my girl has never been cuter 😭💕💕

You’re back my friend! #ffxiv #grahatia #wol #finalfantasy14

❤️G'raha Tia❤️

I wanted this colored, so colored digitally with my mouse hhhh
#grahatia #graha #ffxiv

you’re only allowed to rt this today, do your worst
#grahatia

"Do you hear me, G'raha Tia? This is no time for sleeping"

(more old stuff) i miss grandpaw

He could not bring himself to drive the hammer down. His breath rattled in his ears, hissing wetly on the exhale. He tightened his grip on the hammer; it was his off-hand, but it would have to do. He could not feel the stone floor beneath his palm, only the intolerable seam between crystal and flesh, jagged crystal rending through muscle and fascia with every wrong move. Raha chokes on a sob, sweaty red strands falling into his eyes; he shoves them out of the way irritably with the back of his hand. He hefts the hammer, aiming above his target. Bends his elbow back as he tests the weight. Swinging once. Twice. Always coming just shy of the crystal, glimmering faintly in the hearthlight. It's a sculpture. It's not you. You cannot even feel it. He tries again to bend his fingers, to crook his thumb. There are no tendons nor nerves to convey the action. It isn't his arm anymore, he knows that. It's the Tower's cost. Raha shoves the belt between his teeth, incisors biting into the leather as he swings the hammer down. It clinks harmlessly against the sapphire. False start. That's alright. He has nothing but time to get this right.

Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more. The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.

a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
#nautwrites

Exarch sitting bent over as his arm crumbles. Feo Ul has a shard of his arm in their hands as they hover over him.

"If they are of no value to you, give them to me. These shards of your will-of mankind's determination. They are beautiful beyond compare."