Zef - Sharlayan Dropout

Three sets of feet in identical boots. One set is on their tip toes.

Sophiane laughs as Zefiris looks on amused, while Irein tries to be as tall as them.

Lkhagvasuren and Amaya judge her in the background.

Short people problems, witnessing an elf who thinks she's short. #SophianeAP

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Happy nameday, Sophiane!! #SophianeAP

❤️🥹 Thank you for having us!

Had to snap a quick one with these two! So glad to not only get to see both of them, but at the same time!? Truly a blessed day!

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Once again thanks to you both for being such huge inspirations, and being such lovely people! #SophianeAP

This is now!

If you're online/around, I'd love it if you popped in and said hi!

(I'm not Back™ yet but I felt a great disturbance in the force today which has shaken free some old reposts 😉)

G'raha kneels on the floor, stripped to the waist. His hands, both spoken and crystal, are raised to cover his face; with one eye visible behind them, he stares out with an expression of sick horror and despair. The walls of the Tower enwomb him: deep blue crystal chased with thick veins of gold, a vivid mirror of his own altered flesh.

Exarch
October 2023

'I am but an extension of it now.'

#zefstory #rahastory #grahatia #crystalexarch #gpose

Firm and unyielding, the Exarch stands before the Tower under a sky afire with senescent Light. His crystallized hand holds his staff firmly; his spoken hand cradles a young Lyna, perched on his hip and clinging to his robes, a smile of perfect trust on her face.

Love
October 23

Of all the roles I assumed, none was so unexpected - and for none am I more grateful. Never will I burden you with the knowledge; yet full oft you alone stood between me and the precipice. As long as I endure, no harm shall come to you - so I swear.

#zefstory #rahastory #grahatia

Amh Araeng. G'raha, dressed in light travelling gear, carrying a pack and armed with a lightweight allagan bow, stares up at the blinding, frozen wave of light, so vast it blocks out the sky. Feo Ul hovers at his side. Overlaid text: From one end of that broken realm to another, he wandered. He stood before the Flood, and took its terrible measure; the toll of sacrifice exacted to halt that crushing wave.

Rak'tika Greatwood. G'raha, taken by surprise, leans back in dismay with a blade at his throat; behind him, a white-haired viis warrior in traditional dress crouches, smirking, holding the knife and pinning his crystallized hand cruelly with her clawed heels. He reaches in vain for his bow, just out of reach -Feo Ul shrieks as they fly, scolding, to his defence. Overlaid text: He met with peril in the depths of the Greatwood, where even Light struggled to penetrate - and learned of the hope which endured there, deep in the forest twilight.

Kholusia. G'raha, cloaked and hooded, stands amidst barren, deserted farmland under blazing Light; the splendour of Eulmore visible in the distance. An orange bird perches on his shoulder, chattering - Feo Ul in disguise. Overlaid text: He walked among the people of Kholusia: broken, and starved, fractious amidst the ruins of their lives. Even here, on the brink, there must surely be a better way...

Lakeland. The purples and violets of the local flora are visible behind G'raha as he looks up; he appears a little older now, a little more worn, his hair longer, and faded just a touch. Feo Ul, perched on his shoulder, stares up in awe - even they are rapt by the beauty of the sight before them. Overlaid text: And then at last, when he could ignore the pull no longer, he returned to the Tower; weakened, and weary, but wiser for his journey...

Distance
October 2023

1/2 🧵

#zefstory #rahastory #grahatia #gposevn #gpose

G'raha Tia, seated in a vibrant field of flowers in a land which we recognise as Il Mheg. He is dressed in the same sturdy longboots he wore at the Find, centuries before, and light archer's armour retrieved from the Tower; a travelling pack, and a lightweight bow rest at his side. His right hand is fully crystallized to the wrist, though yet lacking the gold veining we will come to be familiar with. He wears a leather cuff in an effort to protect the raw flesh at the seam, but worries at the back of his hand regardless. His face, too, is now marred with a slash of blue across his cheek - an injury sustained in transit from the Source, which healed in crystal. Indistinct in the background, as yet unseen by G'raha, a familiar fae figure flits, intrigued by the newcomer.

Wanderer
July 2023

#zefstory #rahastory #grahatia #gpose

An image of an old parchment, burned and stained, with text appearing as handwritten. Full text too long for Alt Text - a link to the text version can be found in the replies to this post.

Night in Mor Dhona, in the Eighth Umbral Era. The sky is unusually clear and free from smog, the stars visible. G'raha Tia sits before a watchfire, surrounded by Ironworks generators which glow faintly. Closed at his side is a complete copy of 'Heavensward'; in the distance, bracketing the image on one side is the Tower, and on the others, the Keeper of the Lake, barely seen. G'raha is unkempt, unshaven, dressed in rough survival gear, and quite alone.

He tugs off his gloves, a hint of reluctance in his furrowed brow, his tense jaw.

The garments removed, he stares down grimly at his right hand; mostly obscured from view by the flames of the campfire.

Crystal
October 2023

1/2 🧵

#zefstory #rahastory #darkfuture #grahatia #gpose

🫂💜 Thank you everyone for the kind words and thoughts - you are wonderful, wonderful people 🥹

...*is* how I communicate myself best, and you made me feel so seen 🫂 I aspire follow your example more - if I can make someone else feel even half as good about what they're making as you did for me, I'll count it as a win for everyone! 🥰💜

It's hard for me to put into words how much this meant to me, and still does, and always will 💜 When I'm a wee old creature I'll look back on this as one of the biggest reminders that it was worth sharing this stuff - and like you said in your other post (and I've never heard it put better), this...

I’m not quite ready to be back yet, but I will be, & I’m looking forward to catching up on what everyone’s been doing & making 🥰 I really want to thank everyone who got in touch - it’s so kind of you all & really has made a huge difference to how I've been feeling. ty for sticking with me! 💜 2/2

Wee update from me! I've been taking a bsky break for the last few weeks - I didn’t say anything at the time because I didn’t want to make a fuss, but a few ppl have reached out to check on me (♥️🫵) so thought I should just post to say I’m alive, and I will be back in the not too distant future! 1/2

It's been an absolute pleasure getting to know Sophiane & Ninette, & it's been awesome seeing you branch out on your other act - I have some catching up to do! I hope it's not too weird to say that whenever I get a wee notification on here that lets me know you're around, it always makes me smile 💜

Waah I'm sorry I didn't see this before but I hope you already know I think you're amazing! 🥹🫂 You always go out of your way to boost others up, and I know I'm not just speaking for myself when I say how much we all appreciate it - and you more than deserve the same in return! 💜

Rahan Gryf, an aspiring Magos Explorator, was responsible for uncovering the remains of a lost human civilisation from the days before Old Night. Previously uncatalogued, the science of this world was based on nanotechnology with the signature appearance of shining crystal. A mishap on the expedition saw Gryf infected with these nanomachines - recalled to Mars, the technology proved no less obscure to their fellows, and its effects impossible to reverse. Gryf was removed from duty as Explorator but permitted to continue their existence in order to study their affliction, which has largely remained dormant in recent decades - however, the crystalline nanomachines fiercely reject any further mechanical augmentation to their body, immediately healing any injuries or incisions with their own impenetrable framework, leaving Gryf somewhat of a pariah among their colleagues for their fleshly visage.

Zefiris, once known as the Mortal Whisper, held a name of some repute in the arenas of Commoragh - but fell utterly under the spell of Yvraine when the aeldari made her mark there. Quick to join the her crusade as the Dark City fell, Zefiris was purged of the soul-thirst alongside her fellows - but the habit of carnage was not one she cared to abandon. Quickly disillusioned by the growing hopelessness of the Ynnari's scared quest, she found herself an unlikely offer of employment among the Imperium - perceiving the new Order as a perverse and deeply ironic joke, she was only too eager to join, and quickly discovered that the brutish pulse of a bolter in her hand was as oddly thrilling and novel sensation after centuries of elegant, macabre slaughter-dance in the Dark City.

Check out the alt text for bios/me putting a ridiculous amount of effort into fanfic-ing up a tenuous justification for what is ultimately a meme 40k AU post 😅

A battle-torn world, shrouded with smoke and lit by the fires of burning debris. In its midst are two figures: in the foreground, a drukhari woman dressed in the power armour of the Adeptus Sororitas, a bolter in one hand and chainsword in the other. Her hair is cut in a neat bob, in mock of the traditional style worn by the Sisters; her eyes are narrowed and her lips curled in a cruel, contemptuous smile. Behind her stands a Mechanicus adept, dressed in the red robes of the Skitaarii and armed as such, though their affiliations are not so clear-cut. Their limbs are entirely cybernetic, but from the neck up they remain quite human, denied the further blessing of the Machine God - hiding their shame behind a cowled hood. Weapon in hand, they enter commands into a hololithic interface - one eye always on their charge.

Heresy
June 2025

Following the Primarch's alliance with the Eldar witch Yvraine, rumours arose of a heretical hidden Order within the Adepta Sororitas: remnants of the Wych Cults of Commoragh - each minded by a Mechanicus Adept - slaking their thirst in mocking service to the Corpse God.

#zefAU

I am not hurting Warrior, do not worry… #ffxiv #grahatia #wol #ff14

Irie wearing a beautiful gown with Wind Up Gulool Ja Ja standing behind her

he's carrying her train 🥺

Nehru aka 'Rrrru (They/Them) in their adult form crouching behind their child self and wrapping them with their arms and tail. Nehru as a child is seated, curled up against them, both have with a sad expression. Dark plain background with a neutral soft light coming through the window on the right of the pic.

It wasn't your fault~

#🪻🌙🧡 | #NehruLight | #WoL-Nehru

Name: Nehru Nodu Alternate Title: WoL/Wod-Witch Healer Party Role Healer, Damage, Tank (Healer main role before anything) -Character select: It's an honor I will do my very bestI will do my very best *with relatives/scions: I'll give ya a smooch for that... after the fight! -Initiating combat: No time to fool around!No time to fool around! <Deep growl> *with relatives/scions: Let 'em see what we're made of! -Protection/Healing: Everything will be okay! (healing) A lil' sweetness!(mit) - I got our back!(shield) *with relatives/scions: I've got ya- But take it easy hm?! -Using special move: Trust my embrace (large healing+mit+shield) This is homemade! *with relatives/scions: My lovelies, here's my special treatment -Using LB: Take a deep breath! (mass healing+raise) Not through this!(tank)- Fuck, no choice!(dps) *with relatives/scions: Close to me! (secret healing combo) -At low health: Shit I messed up! I'm not done yet. *with relatives/scions: Gimme a second... I'll be fine -Upon defeat: Damn it! I've been too reckless *with relatives/scions: I'm sorry, are ya alright? let me check ya -Upon revival: Thank you Let's get back to it! *with relatives/scions: I can always count on you!... okay, focus! -Battle behavior: Aggressive, Quick to act -Use LB?: Yes and conditional (will adapt depending their teammates, but won't hesitate -Special interest: Botany, Gardening, Reading, Magic & Occult, Alchemy, Medicine, crafting. Life! Recruitment desc: Powerful Mage possessing their own Soulstone "Soul Bloom" giving them Healing, Tanking and damage abilities all at once combined to alchemy. Healer at heart, Nehru will focus on healing and protecting before anything thanks to their Immense healing capacities with a wide range of skills, mitigation + strong unique shield. Can inflict serious poison spells & more to hinder & weaken enemies. Quick to act, can be reckless, like to place in range. Loyal, determined you can count on them they'd never let u down.

Nehru battle quotes - Job: Soul Bloom

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#🪻🌙🧡 | #NehruLore | #WoL-Nehru

Waaah thank you!!! 🥺💙

🥺🥺🥺 Thank you! 💙

I was fortunate enough to get a beautiful commission from the talented @lizardxiv.bsky.social featuring our WoLs bonding over...shared interests. 😉 Looks like someone is a little flustered about it, but he doesn't seem unhappy either~

yay

the thing they made.
#ss:ruina #elezen

A digital illustration in the style of “the last unicorn” of a unicorn and a cougar walking through an enchanted forest in the moonlight.

“There are no happy endings, because nothing ends”

AU Inspired by the Last Unicorn

#wolchefantweek #wolchefantweek2025 #au #thelastunicorn #reistone #tristart