Orchant.EXE

Orchant.EXE It's the Motes and D'arca shoooooooow.

Provincetown adventures

Reblogged from bellanes-in-archeld

bellanes-in-archeld:

I am 100% sure that ptown means penis town. There are chocolate dicks here, also.

I’m also pretty certain that this place doesn’t exist in real life. All the sidewalks are red brick and all the gravel is made of sea shells.

A bulgarian gave diarcaexe a lobster roll and a frenchman served me…

Reblogged from haila-wetyios

gelmorra:

some more ffxiv text posts, this time mostly featuring lans (+ guest star iieha)

Debating dropping my sub until 2.4 hits

Given that I have very little interest in Second Coil and I’m as geared out as can be otherwise, I’ve kinda hit a wall. I’m pretty far out if the loop on the RP scene as well. Contemplating canceling my sub for the next few months until the next major content patch.

""Y-You...you..." Lily bore into him with lilac-colored daggers, her hands gripping the front of her robes so tightly that, if she weren't wearing gloves, her knuckles would be just as white as her clothes. She was probably holding off on slapping him, or hells, killing him herself! "F-For /Twelve's/ sake, D'arca! Next time, at least /try/ to bring a healer along with you!! Or better you, just do not DO it next time!!""

Asked by lily-in-eorzea

"Frejyalen shook her head, looking down on the mangled miqo'te. "I was under the impression, Sir D'arca, that you were of a higher breed than such reckless actions." She smiled wryly, motioning for her attendants to help the man off the floor. "There there," she said, removing her hands from her robe sleeves to wipe a trickle of blood from his brow, "Let's get you some help, then. Perhaps there is a place nearby that can brew a cup of tea, eh?" -- ('if your muse were almost killed' reblog~)"

Asked by witchqueenmemoirs

Queue the abashed Miqo’te shuffle.

""You--how did you--" Kale's face was red and her words garbled as she towered over D'arca, "you almost--you could have--aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh." Was the most eloquent she could manage, trying very hard to not actually roar her irritation. "We're leaving. Now. That needs to be looked at by a healer," she raised one eyebrow, "argue and I break both of your legs and carry you.""

Asked by admiraloblivious

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

Reblogged from ashlinfarblade

(Source: thequeenofsand)

crrahsa-yamah:

"Since you asked about alchemy, I thought of another way to explain it.

"Have you ever seen an apple? On the inside, that is. Have you eaten one?

"Okay, so let’s talk about an apple. You know what an apple is like, all dense and solid, but there’s juice inside. Well, say that this apple wants to transform into juice. Let’s pretend that juice is its ideal form, what it’s trying to be in the deepest parts of its self. 

"So— how do you get the juice out of the apple? You purify it. You crush it, and strain out all the solid part. Say that you can get it perfectly crushed, get absolutely all the juice out of the apple. Now it’s completely pure; it’s the sheer essence of itself. 

"It’s apple juice. But what happened to the apple? It’s gone. It’s been totally destroyed. Whatever mass of dry fibers is left over is just the withered husk of something dead. There’s no apple anymore. But that’s okay, because you have apple juice, and that’s what you wanted.

"It’s like that— except the apple is also you. When you completely crushed it, you also crushed yourself. You’re also gone. The purified part, the bit that got through, is worth it. But it won’t ever happen unless you go through with it. You’re using intense destructive force on the apple, of course. But it isn’t cooking. The only way it’ll work is if you’re fully using that force on yourself too.

"Well, no, I didn’t say it was the most efficient way to make apple juice. But the Philosopher’s Stone can’t be made with just cooking, you know? It’s part of you. There’s only one way for you to go, and it’s through that strainer."

Reblogged from crrahsa-yamah

crrahsa-yamah:

"Since you asked about alchemy, I thought of another way to explain it.

"Have you ever seen an apple? On the inside, that is. Have you eaten one?

"Okay, so let’s talk about an apple. You know what an apple is like, all dense and solid, but there’s juice inside. Well, say that this apple wants to transform into juice. Let’s pretend that juice is its ideal form, what it’s trying to be in the deepest parts of its self.

"So— how do you get the juice out of the apple? You purify it. You crush it, and strain out all the solid part. Say that you can get it perfectly crushed, get absolutely all the juice out of the apple. Now it’s completely pure; it’s the sheer essence of itself.

"It’s apple juice. But what happened to the apple? It’s gone. It’s been totally destroyed. Whatever mass of dry fibers is left over is just the withered husk of something dead. There’s no apple anymore. But that’s okay, because you have apple juice, and that’s what you wanted.

"It’s like that— except the apple is also you. When you completely crushed it, you also crushed yourself. You’re also gone. The purified part, the bit that got through, is worth it. But it won’t ever happen unless you go through with it. You’re using intense destructive force on the apple, of course. But it isn’t cooking. The only way it’ll work is if you’re fully using that force on yourself too.

"Well, no, I didn’t say it was the most efficient way to make apple juice. But the Philosopher’s Stone can’t be made with just cooking, you know? It’s part of you. There’s only one way for you to go, and it’s through that strainer."

Reblogged from bellanes-in-archeld

bellanes-in-archeld:

diarcaexe the primeval key?

Like, the gentlest primeval rage of all time. Maybe a critical failure.

(Source: hayashiwylona)

Reblogged from bleubow

  • me: but it's 2 AM
  • stomach: did i fucking stutter