OK SO SPEAKING OF INDULGENS:
the whole backstory on yloise's ancient being like, emet-selch's EX and not like, azem lmao is that her brother is one of the few people who like, actually died died in the Days of Paradise (an accident) before the Final Days and given that Amaurotine Culture has no framework for processing grief (they don't even say the Death word, if Hythlodaeus' reaction to Hermes saying it in Elpis is anything to go by) and Ariadne Did Not Deal With This in Any Way That Could Be Considered Healthy and basically gave up on everything and pushed Hades out of her life because he had been to the Aetherial Sea! He could have fetched Midas!! But he didn't and didn't understand *why* she was so upset that her brother had ~returned to the Star (it wasn't his choice to do so) (my OC emet-selch then spends the next several millennia learning about how much damage grief can do to a person I guess). Anyway this is a thing that's just Between Them for the rest of the ancient days even if Hades and Ariadne end up trying again (and they do, to no avail, but they keep trying anyway) (again. and again. and again.) (maybe next time it will be better) (it has to be).
ANYWAY fast forward to like, idk, the War of the Magi, wherein Midas has reincarnated as Tursas, a Nymian Marine, partnered with Ariadne's Nymian Scholar, Louhi. Tursas dies at sea and Louhi Also Does Not Deal With This in Any Way That Could Be Considered Healthy and like, blows up the Aetherial Sea so that she could do a necromancy and Emet-Selch has to scramble to fix this and it ends up making Midas' soul WEIRD and the next time he reincarnates near a Calamity is ERASMUS REED, beloved tank who will not die to the point of like
just hovering between states
thus: void zombie erasmus. who has been sitting in my plot for a decade but !!!!! i recently decided on how to resolve this, and it's Yloise as the Warrior of Light playing psychopomp and calling on a favor from the esteemed Emet-Selch (deceased) (very deceased) (but still hanging out in the aetherial sea). And given that the last time she tried to pull something like this, it was in the opposite direction and she blew up the Aetherial Sea, so he helps Erasmus actually die and return to the lifestream or whatever the fuck we're calling it in FFXIV. Anyway: this actually resolves the entire Thing Between Ariadne and Hades so I can put their entire drama to rest (unless like, idk, he pops up again in dawntrail and yloise has to put her clownshoes back on). GPOSES:
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ffxivwrite2022: bolt
Emet-Selch didn’t need to show a Costco membership ID. His scintillant Convocation mask was enough, like a strawberry poison dart frog was enough to shoo predators away. In this case the predator was a bored employee smacking gum and not actually caring. This metaphor was running away, just like Azem was running away to grab samples.
Every Convocation member was automatically a Costco member too, which was a great perk. Often the only thing Emet-Selch needed to buy was a mountain of ibuprofen, because he could simply create everything else he wanted. Still, not everyone was a genius like him. And some people just enjoyed getting lost in the expansive concrete aisles. Once Azem accidentally got locked in overnight and the store managers found her eating raw lettuce in the freezer the next morning.
Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch’s achingly beautiful husband, was pushing a shopping cart along and admiring the kumquat trees. There were so many kumquat trees.
Hythlodaeus opened his mouth.
“No,” said Emet-Selch.
“I didn’t even say anything yet,” said Hythlodaeus.
“Look at what I found,” said Azem. She lugged a twenty-foot skeleton behind her. It was only September but it was never too early for Halloween stuff.
“No,” said Emet-Selch.
The three of them walked side-by-side like those groups of annoying shoppers who just had to take up as much space as possible, but since they were a bisexual poly couple it was okay for them to do that. Hythlodaeus floated towards the deli section like a lavender luna moth and gracefully took some samples of salami to share with his beloved. That was just how gracious and wonderful Hythlodaeus is. Truly there was no better man on the face of Etheirys.
Azem scurried back with a box of chocolate chip cookies, and another box of boring oatmeal raisin cookies for Emet-Selch’s boring tastes. Azem was cute too, in a gopher sticking its head out of a golf course type of way.
“Do they sell weed at Costco,” asked Hythlodaeus.
“I’m so sorry, my love,” said Emet-Selch with a heavy heart. “They do not.”
“Oh.”
He could not bear to see his darling Hythlodaeus disappointed. He will have a very stern word with the CEO of Costco later, and demand that they stock the finest of weeds.
Azem filled the cart with fifty bundles of toilet paper and they went to check out.
For lunch, the three of them went to get the fabled $1.50 hot dog and soda combo. Back in the days of paradise, people just turned cubuses into hot dogs, but now there was something called food safety and hot dogs were made from pigs. Emet-Selch got Diet Coke. Hythlodaeus got Sprite, because he was as lovely as a flower sprite. Azem made a horrific concoction of every single drink from the machine like a gremlin. What the fuck is wrong with her.
They sat down at the least crumb-covered table and ate their hot dogs. Suddenly, there was a huge peal of thunder, loud enough to give everyone tinnitus. A great bolt of lightning tore down from the heavens and completely obliterated the entire Costco except for the food court.
Emet-Selch woke up. There was no lightning. It was just magitek weaponry tests outside the palace. Hythlodaeus was still dead, Azem was still dead, and these malformed abominations could never conceive of hot dogs, much less ones that only cost a buck fifty.
He got up and checked the expiration date on his aspirin.
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maerchen route pt 1 let's go
this is going to be a long post bc i dont want to spam your dash. so buckle up
we start with our beloved mc princess of the horizon getting lost in the woods. natch.
oh shit who could this be
the thing about maer's route in this game is that he's pulling an emet-selch on you the whole time and thinks you're elisabeth. and you have to deal with that.
this was before the ACTUAL ALBUM CAME OUT!!!!! so the artist had no way of knowing he was totally amnesiac and didn't actually recall who elisabeth was, NOR that the other main conceit of the route (that you're Her Descendant (spoiler alert)) would never work bc elisabeth never got married (and nein reveals that even if she had she's infertile), but it's kind of funny anyway. like what compelled her to do it like this knowing full well the album would come out in like december of that year. like idoido came out in june or july
anyway i don't remember what the correct dialogue options are. this route was always a major pain in the ass compared to the others, like, it's MUCH harder and you do get stuck in circular arguments with maer not infrequently if you're not careful. i'm going to tell him i'm definitely not elisabeth though let's see where that gets me
ok
i love this dialogue option bc how do you say o.O out loud. im going to do that to him.
i think the first dialogue option is the one that pisses him off? i don't remember, but the reason this route is "dangerous" is because if you say the wrong shit and make him too mad he just arbitrarily kills you. or i guess possesses you? i would click it but i kind of don't want to get the bad ending bc this one is sooooo long and if you fuck up you have to start from the beginning
i hate that im still sitting here like heehee maer cute <3 also i never paid attention to it the first go round but i like the design of his dialogue boxes a lot
im in the danger zone now bc i vaguely remember one of these lines making him frantic but i'm not sure which one.....augh. i'm picking the second one
DON'T MAKE ANGRY EYEBROWS AT ME!!! BABE!!!!!!
i would never say no to banging a ghost.
WHY IS HE BLUSHING I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING BLUSHWORTHY....
even with not screenshotting it every 2 seconds getting thanatos' good ending was way faster than this. god. anyway there's obviously only one good option here. i think maybe im instinctually remembering how to do this route correctly.
it's ok baby i'm here to make something so lgbt happen to you
i'm picking the third option, but i think the first works too? i don't remember. i haven't even scratched the surface of this one if you piss him off enough elise shows up. why this route is far and away the longest i have no idea. maybe that was for me. maybe it was doen for me
awww <3
picking the second one bc i feel like i always pick the second one but if it gets me the bad ending i'm going to throw myself off a cliff
tumblrista voice I CAN FIX HIM. (except he's right.)
OBVIOUSLY i'm picking the second one, but the first one is also a real ending you can get. why you have the option to get cucked in this route i'll never know.
well. i say i'm picking the second one, but i clicked on it like 12 times and it didn't work, so i think i have no choice
she shows up in her own ending and also in the protag/maer ending dont worry. i can still turn this around THIS IS HOW MC/MAER CAN STILL WIN
im obviously not getting passed up in my own romance fantasy.
I DID IT IN ONE TRY #MLG
oh i hit image limit. fuck. hold on.
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Continuing on with post-base Shadowbringers. Spoilers ahoy.
Managed to get a few of the Eden trials knocked out. Met Gaia. She uh, hm. How to put this-
She met the Scions, decided they were preps, and put her middle finger up at them.
Oracle of Darkness, eh? Alright, sure, why not. Can’t say I feel she/her call toward darkness or whatever deserves Emet-Selch’s leitmotif, but maybe this was something he put into motion before his death and that justifies it.
Back in the Source, hoo boy, Zenos has really turned himself into the cause of, and solution to, most of my problems. Black Rose? Garlean Empire expansionism? Gone, because they were getting in the way of his obsessive hunt. Shanked his own dad and didn’t even want the throne. Amazing. Fucked off with a shadow teleport, full-on Ascian style. Apparently the artificial Echo is that good. Goddamn, okay.
Elidibus’ true voice sounds an awful lot like Terrence Stamp, and that is a good thing imo. While not as compelling as Emet-Selch (who is?), he’s at least got complex, comprehensible emotions. The bit where he puts you through the gauntlet of phantoms of your own friends because “It’s not like you care who you cut down, if they’re someone’s beloved or not” is super compelling.
Varian specifically has some hangups about only being good for killing, so first Zenos’ “Ah! You’re a beast like me” and then Elidibus “You are death, and only in death shall you serve any purpose” has him be like
But yeah, the man can’t even remember what he’s fighting to restore, but he knows he swore to someone important that he would, and so by god, he’s gonna do it no matter the cost. Pretty compelling! Again, not Emet-Selch compelling, but what is.
So then there was an (illusory?) ‘starshower’ first in the Crystarium and then Eulmore (complete with vision of lost Amaurot) and then uhhhh everywhere in order to awaken the Echo in as many people as possible but you know
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for the fandom ask game: ffxiv?
❤Favorite character/😍Character you have the biggest crush on/💐Comfort character
All 3 of these are Emet-Selch! I just uhmmmmm....really like him ouughhhhhghg,,,,,but like. a completely normal amount. but also not normal at all. im a little bit insane about him <3 he stuck his grubby little hands into my brain and rewired it so it was only him!!!!
👿Least favorite character
🤝Character you relate to the most
Hermes........that shit hit a bit too close to home tbh
🔥Character you think is overrated
Zenos.......I just personally find him kinda boring
🧨Character you love to hate
Hildibrand <3 I love him dearly he is like a son to me but also I love to bully him!!!!!! he is just so pathetic <3
🙈Character you always forget exists
Y'shtolas sister,,,,,,why did they only use her once in MSQ and in the Summoner quests and then never again.....I hope she comes back someday
🐰Favorite non-human character
ALPHA AND OMEGA MY BELOVED!!!!!
❤️🩹Character who deserved better
YSALE......WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!! WHY DID THYE DO THAT THEY LITERALLY DDNT HAVE TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also moenbryda i get so mad whenever i get to that part on an alt bc the disrespect is unreal
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(Re)spite
Summary: Hathe and Emet-Selch needed a break.
For Hathe, it was to preserve her energy and ease her nerves before ascending The Ladder for the daunting task of putting an end of Vauthry.
As for Emet-Selch?
He just needed for the glint of that painfully familiar shard to stop tormenting him so.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: WoL!OC/Emet-Selch
Continuation to “Mea Culpa”
BEEP BEEP SAD GRANDPA SEXINGZ ON THE WAY !!!
THANKS SO MUCH TO MY LOVELY COMMISSIONER FOR THIS BLESSEDLY ANGSTY OPPORTUNITY!!!
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It just wasn’t the same.
There was a time when Emet-Selch set his eyes upon the Warrior of Light as something more than just a pawn in his plan, more than a fascinating subject in his observation of the mortals within the First.
An era long lost, but one he yearned so dearly to return to--it was during those blessed bygone days when he mockingly called out to the savior of the realm as not “hero”, but Azem.
As much as he wanted to deny it, he preferred truth over delusion.
The shard of his beloved Azem was here, lingering within the possession of the Warrior of Light.
Hathe.
But now, as he found himself lingering around the proximity of The Ladder in the mortals’ ongoing efforts to thwart Vauthry’s plans while the Kholusian sun mercilessly bore down upon him, his eyes were not softened with affection as he gazed towards her, but fixed in a scrutinizing stare.
It just wasn’t the same.
Hathe’s aether.
Corrupted cracks had since formed during her adventures in the First, all because of her misplaced faith in the Crystal Exarch.
Honestly, for all the glares and huffs that he received from her, it truly was baffling that she did not do the same to The Crystarium’s leader.
His lips were beginning to form a pout from this biased treatment.
“How are you not boiling in that thing?”
But then his lips curled into a grin as his gaze shifted to the eyes of the inquiring voice.
Lounging beneath the shade of one of the old workshops was Hathe, who retreated to this distant corner of The Ladder to preserve her energy before the ascent up to Mt. Gulg while the other Scions and the Eulmorans worked together to get the Talos running once again.
Clicking his tongue in a tsk, Emet-Selch threw his arms open wide in overexaggerated faux shock as he remarked, “My, my, hero--how brazen of you.”
He approached where she sat in a saunter, crossing between the distinct line on the pavement to where the blazing sunlight treaded no further into the cool shade as he continued, his voice donning a playful innocence, “Did you wish for me to strip for you so badly?” Tilting his head, he pressed a thoughtful finger against his cheek with a smirk as he purred, “Have you missed my warmth in your bed that much?”
A roll of her eye and a sigh out of her painted lips.
“I should have just stayed quiet and enjoyed the peace.” Shaking her head, her arms folded over her chest as she reclined further back against the wall. Her eyes shut, hoping he would take this as cue to leave her alone.
But the sudden presence that appeared right by her side entailed otherwise.
As did him crouching down, a silent affirmation of his intentions to stay.
Not even the sensation of gloved fingertips cradling her chin had her look towards him, let alone fluttering her eyelid open to perceive his existence.
“Oh come now, you act like my presence hasn’t enriched your life for the better--”
He drew closer to her.
“--truly, wouldn’t you prefer I over the Exarch?”
The heat of his breath fanning over her ear never failed to make her shudder, a sensation that she was ever reluctant to enjoy.
She had a feeling as to where this was going. Though her better judgment would have her shoo him away before matters progressed further--especially given their relatively close proximity to the rest of the Scions and the others--it was either indulging in pleasure or quietly stew in thought over both the task of sending Vauthry crashing down while dealing with the Light that was poisoning her aether.
But that didn’t mean she was going to be that compliant with the man who was meant to be her nemesis.
And thus her eye opened, the sight of which made him wish she didn’t have to keep that eyepatch of hers on.
Azem’s eyes were among the features he cherished most about her after all.
But as ever the contrast between his lost love to the fragmented soul who stood before him, she huffed in defiance, “I’d prefer you let me relax before I pick up the pieces of your meddling.”
Her tone was soft, but the irritation laced around each word was as prickly as could be.
Emet-Selch only smirked in response.
“Meddling I object to, but letting you relax--” His thumb traced over her lips, caring little for the smudge of rouge that stained the whites of his glove--if anything, he relished it.
Continuing on, he kept her right in his sights as he tsked haughtily, “--honestly, by now you should know to be more direct with me on with your desires, hero.”
The distance separating them closed further as he drew his thumb away, eliminating the space between his face and hers until their lips were barely an ilm apart as he mused, “Has anything else even come close to having that beautifully battleworn body of yours be at ease like my touch?”
She expected a kiss next.
But ever full of surprises, Emet-Selch only smirked as he teased, “Save for those ruffians who have felt the might of a keg of ale smashed upon their heads during those bratty youthful days of yours, of course.”
Hathe’s eye narrowed with sheer annoyance. “Gods, you really need to shut up.”
And it was with those huffed words that her hands cupped his face as she brought his lips to hers in a kiss.
A kiss for distraction.
Hathe and the tumultuous road that she was due to tread any moment now.
Emet-Selch and a yearning that he never could bring himself to ever relinquish in the days that have passed.
As delightful as it was to indulge in the gorgeously toned physique of the renowned hero during their many trysts in the nights since passed in her personal suite, it was still an utterly peculiar experience for his fingers to roam over physical familiarity with a soul that thought him to be a stranger, an enemy.
Ever more the thorns that had long formed around his heart embedded further and further.
In the end, she was just to be a vessel to enact his life’s work, his purpose to continue and carry on the will of his people.
And yet, he still found himself being so attentive, doting even, to Hathe’s pleasure as he shifted her clothes around--being mindful to not rip, else risk being punched back to The Source as she warned--, his lips kissing over her breasts, his tongue skillfully lapping over her nipples while his gloved fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pants, seeking to press and caress over her panties.
A warrior like her could handle some roughhousing, as he would often tease while fucking her into the mattress during his numerous late night visits to The Pendants.
But here, in this moment, hidden away in the shade, while she was more eager to peel off his robe, he was more in mind to take his time with her.
Bodies intertwined, an affair meant to exist only in the shadows.
She lied beneath him upon the ground while he eased his cock in and out of her core. Far from pounding but nowhere near delicate, he pumped himself at a lively pace. More kisses than bites were pressed onto her neck, one hand clasped around her waist while the fingers of the other slipped between their bodies to rub slow--and dare he say sweet?--circles against her clit.
It just wasn’t the same.
“What’s with the tenderness?” Hathe murmured breathlessly, her back arching as she continued to find her senses stimulated all the more. Though there was a teasing inflection to her voice, he could hear a layer of pure curiosity at its foundation.
The question genuinely caused Emet-Selch to halt in place.
Even if just for a few seconds.
Only before he snorted, his lips curling into a smirk. “You will never see Ascians as capable of love, do you, hero? Since you insist--”
His hands reinforced their grip on her waist, squeezing tight as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
She was right, however.
Tenderness, affection, love--those were reserved for Azem.
A shallow copy of the woman he loved most was in no need of such pure and precious joys, especially when she was fated to become a vessel for his plans.
The leading role of his grand theatrical production was to take her place in the showstopping climax of the show, and he was ever so delighted to have front row seats.
And yet, his mouth still sought out to kiss hers nonetheless.
A kiss longing for someone he couldn’t have anymore.
A kiss affectionate for someone he needed for greater purposes.
But as they rode out their orgasms, soon falling into one another in a pleasured heap, he still embraced her close to his chest with a grip that did not want to let go in the slightest, his face hiding into her neck.
So familiar and so far at the same time.
It just wasn’t the same and never would things return to how they would and should have been in a kinder life.
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ACTUALLY The End of Shadowbringers Thoughts
Just cleared Dying Gasp, so here's what I'm thinking!
- First of all, Emet-Selch my beloved Q~Q
- I was RIGHT. Ok, well. I guess somewhat? The wol was someone important to Emet-Selch back in the day, but he didn't realize it until right before he died. Which HURTS tbh. And I was right that the wol has an Ascian soul but I guess... everyone does? If Ardbert and the wol were once part of the same soul, then it follows that everyone on the shards are made up of pieces of the Ascians that didn't survive the Sundering. I was sitting here thinking we had amnesia or something and just couldn't remember living in Amaurot, so I guess when Emet said "Not that you would remember." it was less pointed and just in general no one would remember despite their soul having been there before.
- Speaking of remembering, though, I feel like the wol is... close to remembering? The few flashbacks we've seen when they look at their hand to me indicates such, especially since one happened when talking with Hythlodaeus. Or the shade that represented Hythlodaeus. He said he and Emet used to be very close, before everything happened. Was the wol Hythlodaeus?
- Seeing Ardbert return to his friends in the Crystarium as a parallel to the wol returning made me cry. I genuinely adore Ardbert with all my heart and I'm glad to know that his aiding the wol against Hades didn't destroy him. I worried that it would.
- I knew everyone was going to be ok but that scene before Dying Gasp unlocked had me fucking sobbing oh my god.
- Time to start the post-shb patches!
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