#the ones that dragged me into ff14

[yushowo]

Just Gideon things.

#final fantasy 14 #lalafell #WoL #ffxiv wol #the way I did the hairstyle first try after stuggeling for MONTHS with it #yes I play the MMORPG and like to soloplay #good thing I have wonderful friends #the ones that dragged me into ff14 #that's on them #digital art #meme #ffxiv

[jolynejay]

Started playing FFXIV - It’s going great :)

#no trauma to see here no siree #ff14 ffxiv #ffxiv art #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #aether im'oden #friend dragged me in and immediately gave me drip lol #i did not know that aether was gonna be a big important concept so that name became very ironic very quick #but it double ironically works so well so i'm keeping it asdsgshah #something about names being a declaration of one's hopes and aspirations #jolyne draws #duties fucking scare me #hope i can make some proper art soon :)

[brainworm-blitz]

God I wish more MMORPGs would be antisocial friendly. I love playing them but i hate hate hate dealing with actual people. I thought ff14 would be fine because of the NPC dungeon feature but then there was some dumbass moogle fight that tried to force me into an actual people party and I got so mad I've never played it again. 😭

#i like repetitive quests ok #clicking buttons and seeing the XP go up makes brain go brr #and no one does it like mmorpgs in that way but alas fuck me i guess #i legit spent MONEY to try and ensure i never had to deal with people and they walled me in anyway #'ohhh but ff14 has such a nice community its ok!!!' yes i know its literally a personal hangup #believe me when i say i Cannot Change This even if i wanted to #i was honestly having fun too i was so crushed when i realized there was no way around this one 😭 #brainworm posting #wont tag this as ff14 because this is such a dumb thing that only affects me and i dont wanna drag my negative energy into their space tbh

[j3llyphisching]

Nine People I'd Like to Know Better

you tag miette?? You tag miette in ask gaeme??

Tagged by @circusofthelastdays

Last Song I Listened to - Oh gosh I dont really remember very well??? The last one I clearly remember is a vocaloid song (dont laugh at me-) tbh, The Song I Heard Somewhere by mothy/akuno-p. Its a really good one I've been listening to a lot, and Id recommend it, but its part of a whole very confusing series so the actual lyrical content may not make much sense.

However, if you'd like a non-vocaloid song recommendation while you're here please go listen to Cry for Me by Castle Rat!!! Its so damn good.

Currently Watching - I'm not really sure if it counts, but I have been watching quite a bit of Dimension 20 (and a buncha shorts from the other shows since I'm too brole to pay for the service rn). The last one I started watching was the first episode of their Dungeons and Drag queens series, (which i need to go finish act), which is free on their youtube channel.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy - Usually I kinda bounce back and forth between sweet and spicy, but I think right now I'd go for savory actually!

Relationship Status - Nonexistant skxjsjdjdj

Current Obsession - Its mostly Bg3 right now, but I've also just been really getting into ttrpg stuff in general. Ive been filling out character sheets for various ocs, and I'd like to naybe make a oneshot (maybe even an entire world a campaign can take place in at some point), even though i have like no one to play with right now dkskdmdk. I've also been playing a lot of ff14 up until here recently, think I burnt myself out on it tbh.

No Pressure Tag List - @el-tur-el @xthescarletbitch @bhaalism

(I could probably find 6 other people to tag on this but just tagging one person not following me back is a bit nerve-wracking-)

[consiwrites]

OC Profile: Consi

My main oc from FFXIV! He comes from a story me and my friend have been cooking for years and one i'd be referring to in any story for him. He's also the one I decided to just chuck into the destiny 2 universe for the simple reason of fucking around and finding out!

A quick note for anyone who knows about the FFXIV MSQ, our story does deviate with some world building changes. They don't mess with the flow of the story but they do bring up important changes that still effect the MSQ as a whole. The carrd I made explains it as best as I could explain it. But for destiny 2, it's not important till you read the story and even then I try to have it explained in a natural way.

If you wanna read up on the changes click this to go to my carrd! It will go straight to the portion that explains the change we made. Feel free to poke me to ask about it!

Now onto the profile!!

Consi

Basics:

Full name: Consi U'holha

Race: half-Miqo'te/Half unknown (to the Vanguard)

Gender: Male

Height: 5'5

Major Personality Traits: Cautious, Smug and reckless to a fault, feisty and easy to provoke or annoy, protective

Ghost: Nyx (Battle Worn shell w/ Vintage Timber shader)

Class: Hunter (All subclasses except for Revenent. Preference for Nightstalker and Gunslinger with Threadrunner in Lightfall but we aren't there yet in the story)

Affiations: Vanguard, The Hidden, Dark Scouts (formed later in the story)

Exotics: Lucky Pants (Fortunate Beast ornament), Speedloader Slacks

Weapons:

Kinetic: Malfeasance (A gift from the Young Wolf), Tranquility (by s21 it is a Distant Pull sniper rifle, both gifts from Eris Morn modified to adapt to his type of darkness)

Energy: Devil's Ruin, Hallow Denial (gift from Teya), Nezarec’s Whisper (found in the Lunar Pyramid)

Power: Retrofit Escapade (from Banshee), Bump in the Night (From Teya), or Taipan-4FR

Appearance:

In Armor

In casual attire (Ignore ff14's weirdness that is called miqo'te idle hands)

Summary:

A guardian from another universe, dragged into Sol by the Vex for unknown reasons. Consi is one of the few guardians created before they were able to die. Having arrived under mysterious circumstances, Consi ends up embroiled in helping save humanity from the darkness despite being connected to it himself. With his unique abilities and skills, Consi becomes a dark scout to explore more of the darker areas of the guardian’s solar system on behalf of the Vanguard.

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A shitty summary but I do not wanna go too in depth since I like to reveal info inside the story itself! If you made it to here then thank you for sharing a bit of your time by reading about my silly lil lad of an oc.

#destiny 2 fanfiction #destiny 2 #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv original character #oc profile #consiwrites

[motheatenscarf]

Okay, hit a road block in Dark Knight story stuff, it needs me to go into new expansion areas I haven't unlocked yet, so I went to pick up Reaper, and

HELL YEAH!

Your trainer is a fuckin grizzled ex-Garlean battle-axe, I LOVE her!

Also, god, I know the game can't acknowledge your dumb headcanon backstory, but it makes me happy that I accidentally lucked into picking the right idea when I decided Talia would be a disillusioned ex-Garlean runaway hellbent on undoing the harm her awful fascistic home has caused.

This woman is TALL, just barely taller than Talia, and I think Lucia was just straight up a human head on an elezen body she was so tall and willowy. So making Talia a Highlander was unintentionally good on my part. Also in deciding that Reaper would be my DPS class, I managed to pick the only discipline I'm aware of so far that's just FROM Garlemald, so that's neat.

I can't give Talia the third eye, but I think I might start trying to give her headbands and things since yeah, apparently that's something they just all have. I also gave Talia the patron deity of Rhalgr, because her thinking was that if she can't bring change to her home, then burn it all. So. Heavensward and Isghard specifically was a good experience for her and gave her hope that maybe people CAN surprise you and change and be better than you thought. So now that the narrative is dragging us to Ala Mihgo to liberate it and potentially push to take the fight to Garlemald, I'm excited, because lol.

It's literally giving me the ONE thing I wanted from playing a Light-Side Sith Warrior, which was all about reforming the Sith Empire, but the writers were shackled to the faction conflict by the game's design so nothing meaningful was ever allowed to change in the status quo. So even though the LS Sith Warrior storyline was actually really good and had moments of genuine humanity to it, none of it fucking mattered because the narrative couldn't follow through and the themes wound up being hollow lipservice and empty promises.

So, yeah, uhhhh, FF14 is gonna manage to tell a better story for Talia than even SWTOR, the game I MADE HER FOR, got to tell and she literally can't even speak here.

Soooo...

yeah, SWTOR's a bad game just... through and through.

#Caitlin Plays FF14 #FF14 spoilers

[kygerbearr]

i aint much for venting here but this irked me and happened like 10 seconds ago so lemme just

someone in my ff14 raid group that I made, who I outright founded the group with, left the group a while back because of differences in opinion on loot (they were being greedy and very stupid and made a huge scene)

i chalked it up to them just not being a good fit for the group anymore. they left willingly and I thought that was where it would be, but then next time I try to talk to them they're "taking a step back" and went so far as to cut off contact with me and everyone else

needless to say I was pretty fucking hurt by this because I wasn't even given a chance to tell them how that wasn't necessary and we could hang out like normal. but whatever, I accepted that maybe they were right and they needed that.

however. not even a month later and they are in my DMs again and are like "[x] person says hi!" and I've seen this kind of scenario before. I don't have the patience for it and I don't deserve to be treated that way either

you don't fucking cut contact with me outright and make a whole show of it just to come fucking crawling back. you fucked it up. thats deadass not my problem and frankly I don't have room for you fucking shit up like that in my life, I'm a busy ass dude and I have so much else I need to be focusing on. I don't have time to deal with your greedy, selfish ass doing whatever you god damn please followed by burying your head in the sand when things don't go your way you absolute toxic fucking whore

it is literally so easy to be friends with me. you literally can be friends with me and never speak to me ever and we're still friends. if you think we should stop being friends? you can totally just cut off contact. BUT, if you change your mind at the drop of a hat, I will not allow you to drag my feelings around just because you can't make up your mind. you have my friendship until you don't and there's no getting it back after that, go suck a fucking egg asshole

it actually really fucking hurts when people leave without word, but thats their prerogative. but when they try to come back? yeah no thanks buddy good luck finding some other fucking loser other than me this one has no room for you

[pyrrhesia]

FF14 - Dream Duel

Part 2. Again, Tumblr's moronic textblock ruling makes for a couple of awkward line breaks.

Violet eyes flicker open. And as vision returns to Ysabet, the first thing she can make out is her hands. One curled up close to her chest, the other sprawling, spread to its fullest reach, around where a woman could be, arguably should be, but is not. She closes her eyes once again, lets out a sigh. She never quite knows what company she'll have the pleasure of keeping. In her younger days, she coiled a hand around every breast worth squeezing, but now… she finds, increasingly, a domestic streak. She does not have the partner that a domestic streak suits. Hlessi Inle has not lost her wanderlust. Some nights, she vanishes before the dawn; other times, she slips into Ysabet's arms overnight, without the sorceress so much as noticing. It is worth it, a thousand times worth it. They share conversations and moments and understandings nobody else could come close to. But it comes at a cost. Hlessi wanders and, Ysabet knows, there have been times she has thrown herself into her work, dead to the people around her. It is simply the way of things. But a yearning is only natural. Up, then, up. Up. She drags herself from her bed, sits back on it, groans. Often, apprentices hoping to curry favour with her will bring her coffee. And there was an understanding reached with Idyllshire's finest baker, so good bread, at least, is always close to hand. She hauls herself up, curses an aching knee that never quite healed right - after, granted, being smashed in by a raging dragon, a fairly good excuse - examines herself in the mirror with a faux-critical eye before concluding there is nothing to complain about, no, nothing at all… "Master Sable!" Ysabet tears herself from her preening. It would be some sport for some supplicant to burst in on her like this, probably in some way add to her mystique. Perhaps make him fawn all the more… "What?" Any spell is broken by her cracked voice. She needs coffee, above all else. Something, anything, to drag her from her stupor… "Another viera's come to the Grove." "It has been known to happen. She can wait for--" "She demands to see you, Master!" A hesitation. "She… demands?" Ysabet parrots back, incredulous. "Who presumes to demand anything of me, in this place?" "She said she was… she was your master, Ysabet. That she was Ljda Camoa." The apprentice heard a sharp gasp behind the door, and then silence. But just as he began to fear, the voice came back, commanding, resolute. "Watch her, but do not lay a hand on her. I shall take care of this." Perhaps that ironclad certainty could pass for armour. The apprentice certainly hoped so, as he scurried down to raise the alarm.

Some minutes prior, a tall, spindly figure shambles into the Grove's outskirts. She was being watched, she knew. To any human eye, Tulque seemed unguarded, but to a viera… even in this unnatural parody of natural order, Ljda could sense where the sentries lay in wait, feel their eyes boring into her. Some were of people familiar to her, others not. A couple were males. She chuckles, softly. Of course Mrdja felt she knew better than millennia of tradition. Of course. Never quite as intelligent as she thought herself, that girl… And she curses herself for the thousandth time. For choosing her as an apprentice, letting Mrdja's aptitude blind her to her shortcomings. Most of all, for encouraging her dreams to leave the grove. It had seemed like a kindness, and the damnable thing was, on her own initiative, Mrdja had been determined to grit through her wanderlust and stay, for the good of Camoa!

It had been Ljda who had done the kindest thing, and told her to move on. She could never have expected Mrdja to return, dripping with the glistering corruption of a world far, far removed from anything Ljda had ever seen, crashing guilelessly through the old paths and begging to return. How could she have forgotten that that could never be? Even for her? This would be a mercy. This wounded stag needed to be put down. It took some time for the first challenger to appear, an unthreatening, pale sliver of a man, smiling encouragingly. Ljda raises a brow. "So little fear," she says, through a thick accent. "Do you approach all strangers with such guileless faith?" The man does not quite know what to do with this. Not afraid, but now, off-balance. "You are not the first viera to arrive here, not by any stretch." Ljda smiles. "I know. I can sense the others watching me. Perhaps that is the source of your confidence, knowing that if I so much as flick an ear in your direction, I shall be shot from two dozen directions in a flash, yes? Never knowing more than the faint whisper of released fletching… were I a petty bandit, or one of the unclean men of Idyllshire." The man decides he should at last speak. "I had only thought to welcome you to Tulque, the Great Library." "Tulque." She tastes the word on her tongue. It is not to her liking. Two syllables interlaced with hidden meaning in the Rava tongue that no doubt Ysabet thought clever. "Hm." "May I ask why you have come?" "I have business with your master." The man studies her more carefully. In the distance, Ljda can hear arrows nocked to bowstrings. "What manner of business? I was not told to expect visitors, and your face is not known to me." "You are not of importance. She will know, unless she truly has forgotten everything of her people." "Uh." "Tell her, pawn. Tell her Ljda Camoa, her master, awaits." The man swallows. An anxious, telling look up at the sentries, though he betrays no evidence he can see them, nesting in the overgrowth of the stronghold. He must simply trust that they are there, as he turns his back… "I'll have to ask you to stay here." An ironic chuckle. "Fear not. I shall not take any step closer to that impostor tree." Until she has dealt with Mrdja. Then, she shall deal with it, and anyone else in her way. The man scurries away, and she waits, and waits, and more eyes pop out from the fringes. More viera, some armed, some not. Many pilgrims, a couple of children. Ljda begins to feel a slight twitch of discomfort, and subtly gathers some power to her, ready to escape should their loyalty to 'Ysabet' prove too strong. But she has to trust. Trust that Mrdja would command she be unharmed. Whether through residual fondness or, perhaps more realistic, arrogance. And then…

… she is there. Flattering gasps follow her trail. She wears silk robes of teal, a slate-grey cloak sweeping behind, tight, efficient long gloves. A golden circlet with a single jade inset keeps her billowing, waist-length hair from her eyes. Yet her feet are bare, and every step causes the bloom of flowers in the wake of her tread. In her hand she bears the greatmace Læraðr, gnarled umber bark spiralling up the shaft before twisting around a great jade, glowing softly. Most pilgrims have never seen it, and of those who have, few have seen it brought to bear. Ljda chuckles. "You misjudge your audience, Mrdja. Am I meant to tremble at this show of vanity? Or is it for the benefit of your fawning supplicants?" Ysabet smiles, with little humour. "It is good to see you again, Ljda. The years have been kind." "For one of us, perhaps. You've grown fat," she spits out, meaning so much more than that. Decadent, slow, corrupted by ways not her own. "And you have grown old," responds Ysabet coolly, just as layered. Outmoded. Complacent. Unnecessary. But it hurts her to speak this way. A great respect lies beneath the surface, barely suppressed; but suppress it, she does. She cannot afford to give ground, here of all places. "The natural twilight of a life lived well." "Lived?" Ysabet barks out a laugh. "Within the narrow confines of a single grove? Yes, I once thought that was 'living', too…" "Yet you sought to return." Ysabet snorts, but has no response. "And, once spurned, to build your own pale imitation." Ljda looks around, disgust writ plain on her face. " "It takes time," says Ysabet, softly. "The work will outlive me. You taught me that much, Ljda. You taught me well." "Not well enough, Mrdja. Else you would not have considered this folly." "Mm. Perhaps not so much as the land. Was that not another of your lessons, master?" The word startles all around. Said with as much bitterness as could be mustered, yes; but a show of deference, all the same. "Country is its own teacher. And I have strode nations, Ljda, continents, worlds… taken all that they sought to teach me." "I have read your mad ravings," says Ljda. "Were they supposed to impress me?" "I saw the truth, committed it to paper. Make of it what you will, but do not doubt that." Ljda snorts. "You would say or do anything, Mrdja, if it was for approval. For respect. That was always your flaw, and I curse myself for never seeing it. Little wonder I find you in an edifice to your own glory, surrounded by fawning apprentices." Ysabet takes half a step back, the words leaving a mark, but Ljda steps forward-- "Call it whatever you will, Mrdja, but never claim this bastard offshoot is a true reflection of home! To say as much betrays you, either to be deluded and ignorant enough to believe it, or as a charlatan, determined to pass it off as truth to those too foolish to know better!" "It will grow," says Ysabet, hand shaking around Læraðr. "I will torch it. After I destroy you. My student." She spits the word. Gasps all around, and a few more likely apprentices go for their weapons, renegade viera reaching for their weapons-- "No!" Ysabet barks, holding up a hand, but she can think of nothing more to say. "She… I will handle this." "Will you, now." "No, Ljda, you… you cannot mean to kill me." Ysabet laughs, a sudden shock of disbelief. Another long stride forward. "I must. I sensed the corruption in you when you tried to return to Camoa. An incident," she adds drily, "one cannot help but notice you omitted from your precious Annals. Are some truths too hard for you to bear?" "To be loathed, feared… for whatever reason, outcast by my own people?" She laughs, bitterly. "How could they not be? And now, my own teacher exiles herself to murder me. So deluded, she thinks she does it for love." And Ljda lies. "There can be no room for love." "You thought it was mercy. I have no doubt, you would put me down tenderly, master, but I am not ready for the axe, yet." Her grip tightens white around Læraðr. "You shall not destroy what I have built. And you shall not claim me."

Ljda's cloak slips from her shoulders as she steps forward, in the traditional garb befitting her station, the green veil and drapes, the ochre body-paint, and the staff, that staff, the symbol of office Ysabet had so often eyed with envy, the one she had crafted, the one she would be buried with, lashing out, now, commanding wisps and spirits to strike out-- -- a sweeping gesture, Ysabet slaps them aside. Another assault, rebel vines snaking down from above, and Ysabet kills them with a thought, and sweeps aside the next burst of pure energy, angles herself back from a shard of concentrated air aimed squarely at her heart, and above, she can hear the anxious chittering of her charges, why is she not fighting back? Is she so pinned down? Well, of course she must step up her efforts for the audience. She would hate to be upstaged on home turf, and when the fury of the Sun itself is turned on her, she stares into it, steals it for herself, and hears the faintest catch of Ljda's breath -- at last, she has exhibited a power beyond what Ljda thought her capable of -- and lashes out with it. Her master steps back, repels and ripostes, counterthrust caught in a following strike from Ysabet, and for a moment the two are clashed in a battle of wills as their minds intertwine. And what Ljda sees--

horrors from lands far beyond, echoes of the dead from civilisations passed, a marble heart, thick white blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, the death rattle of gods, the debt of dragons, eyes closed in the void and the decision made, to die that the rest may live, but even then, she lingers on as others winnow away, destined to be all but alone with her thoughts

-- throws her back, and Ysabet hesitates for a fraction of a second. Near-fatal, as a giant slab of marble hurtles towards her, but she focuses her energy and shatters it with a blow of her mace as it comes to claim her. Ljda regathers herself, but Ysabet tires of holding herself back -- and, to a mix of emotions, realises Ljda has held nothing back. With seething hate and, yes, the embers of disappointed love, Ljda comes at Ysabet again and again, but each time her mastery of the elements is swept away, each of her blows finds itself outmuscled and outthought, her endurance waning, her speed lacking, as Ysabet steps, inexorably, forward, coming closer and closer to casting her out from the grove. And Ljda realises, with dawning horror, what Mrdja meant by country being her teacher. Perhaps in Camoa, it would be different. Perhaps not even there. For while the wind may be at Ysabet's back in this land, the fledgling Green Whisper in her service, it is not Tulque that empowers her, but the scars of her travels. Ysabet steps forward again, and all she has seen in her travels steps with her, distilled and channelled into an extension of her will and a gentle word, and Ljda's guard, desperately thrown up as the tides begin to turn, is shattered by a blow with a form no witness to the duel can perceive, yet leaves Ljda screaming in frustration and agony nonetheless. It has spilled no blood, left no scar, yet as Ljda sinks to her knees, it seems as clear as day that the duel is won. Ysabet rests the butt of her mace against the soil, dazed by her own success, and tries to piece together what happened. No, she knows, everything she did… even if the words do not quite describe the weaving of spells, even if there is no coherent order to events like the swings of a blade, her power does not come as a surprise to her. Yet… … she looks back on Ljda, and tries not to feel pity. Ljda is worth better than pity. She was Ysabet's master. She taught Ysabet all she knew. She seemed, within the confines of Camoa, at the very bounds of mortal power.

But she is no god, not even a primal. Those, and the few fellow mortals strong enough to contend with them, Ysabet has slain. By the dozen, at this point. The revelation makes her giddy, for a fraction of a second, before sadness takes hold. That feels more appropriate. A moment of inattention, and Ljda takes advantage; in her reverie, Ysabet only realises by the gasps of the others. A sentry slips down from a vantage point. "Shall we pursue?" The thought makes Ysabet sick. "I shall handle this myself, Krjn. Here." She hands her the mace, before sweeping off into the wilds. "I shan't need a killing tool any longer, that deed is done," she mutters with disgust, just loud enough for the pilgrims to pick up, and to worry.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ysabet sable

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

(Tiny vent: feel free to skip!) So it's been a fun November so far... I've had burnout, midterms, holiday retail (looking forward to black Friday... AAA) 5 breakdowns in one day (NEW RECORD!) A scare with my cat, and still so much more. But I'm not here to vent, I'm here for three things.

With the holidays coming up, I'm having fun imagining what I'd get for my loves and what they'd get me! Like I'm someone who's like, "Don't worry, I really have what I want and don't need anything!" So I end up being 'yelled at' by loved ones 'cause I already got them like 3 things but they've got no clue... ALSO Imagine my more rugged boys like Jack, Estinein, and Kaito thinking really hard on how I like cute plushes so they end up dragging along friends and being like "What the hell is a squishmellow? Does she have this? Do you think she'll like it?" Just the idea of these big, 'angy', guys somewhat frantically holding a squishy plush to their friend's face.

Also thinking of my FF14/FF in general loves and siblings all interacting with each other and my day-to-day life since I love them all. Alphinaud and Alisaie are my siblings and I adopted them I do not care.

I KNOOOOOOW it's f/o November and some of you are doing takeovers. Some of you already did them and ended it. Some are just wanting asks, SO even if you're not tagged: feel free to comment on this and I'll try to send you an ask or something 'cause I wanna be there for you. Also I'm braindead so feel free to be like: "Oh I wanna talk about x ship or x oc" and I'll have something to come up with

@jellyfish-ships @disneymarina @hadesgoddess @floweringforgetfulness @violetsandmilk @ignited-lovers @heatobrienswife @goldenworldsabound

#self ship #selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #fo community #self insert community #selfship #f/o community

[nakamatoo]

FF14 is one of the games I really want to get back into and start playing again. Mostly because from what I’ve heard from people it’s story and characters are amazing and literally one of the best the franchise has to offer

I think what’s stopping me from going back is how much the first section of the story just drags with all of the missions you have to start off before you really get into the crux of the story. And I realize that’s not indicative of the entire story as a whole and I from what I’ve heard the first part of the game does drag a bit but is so worth it once you power through. So for 2023 I really want to make an effort to play through this story and experience if for myself.

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy #ff

[karygurl]

last line meme

Tagged by @the-rogue-mockingjay (thank you!!)

The rules (more like guidelines): share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Ahh your line was fabulous Rogue!! My guess would be a certain catboy? :D

Oh man, my FF14 writing took a nosedive for the first time in like two years, I guess it's about time for a break! In the meantime my spouse got me dragged back into Skyrim and I'm stretching my lil baby modding legs, and man one of the cvf mods is not only a hoot but has this habit of turning the screws on trauma and bringing it out into the light where it can heal. Brings me back to the glory days of OG Baldur's Gate modding and the community there, makes my heart so warm <3

The words were low and hollow as she murmured, almost to herself, "My pride is poor company, knowing that I could have so easily traded it for my brother's life."

To be honest I'm not even sure who else I'd tag, anyone out there writing bits? I wanna see em if you're ready to share!!

Also if you play Skyrim, download Gore, he's my blorbo and if you hurt him I'll fucking kill you~*

(* this is a joke, I've been hanging out in a shitposting channel on discord for too long and I think my brain has expired)

[imperial-nuisance-rudje]

Just did the second Zenos solo duty in FF14 and wow it's amazing how much better that fight is than the first one

(Still not Great but at least I had to respect his mechanics or die this time)

More detailed thoughts under the cut should anyone be wanting to dodge gameplay spoilers for StB

Ultimately the core problem both share is that they're unwinnable fights in a Square Enix title. Squeenix has Never been good at them, pretty sure even predating the merger—though I can't speak as confidently to the Enix side of things, admittedly.

HOWEVER! While the first Zenos duty managed to not only be insultingly easy but also physically attack any photosensitive players, to the point where I actually played it unable to look at the damn screen most of the fight, the second, while still too easy for my tastes, at least forces you to respect his AOEs and do a minimal amount of engaging with his mechanics, and all without actively hurting me.

For problems shared by both: they outstay their welcome. The first duty by a lot more than the second, in part due to how accuracy works in FF14 but mostly because solo duties in this game tend to drag a bit even at best. It's aggravated by the win condition seeming to be an HP threshold rather than time-based... which means that tanks (meeeeee) and healers have to deal with a guy who will struggle to kill them while they slowly chip away at the bar until the game says they're allowed to die.

Which leads into the second reason they're bad: you can't fail forward at any point, you have to reach a certain threshold and only then are you allowed the release of death. This is just a chronic problem with Square unwinnable bosses, at least.

A more story-based reason they aren't great is that Zenos doesn't feel like enough of a shitkicker to justify how the story treats him. The duties just don't have you under enough pressure to make him feel like a threat, and his normal attacks are fucking nothing. I get hit harder by the random wildlife that wants to eat my mcnuggies. Second duty is better about this, since it forces you to respect his orange juice puddles (I made like two mistakes and ate dirt in his second phase first try), but his patterns are still very simple and his mechanics are straightforward. If game balance means they don't want his normals to hit too hard, his patterns need to be more complex to compensate.

Looking forward to being able to fight him for real, honestly, and not just because I want to see how people react to the tank taking the time to /dote on him before stealing his Pepsi and calling him a bitch. :V

#final fantasy #ffxiv #zenos yae galvus

[nevermindtheweights]

Man. I wanna learn to play ff14 on crossbar so i can play it when in bed on my ps5

but

i find it so hard to control and plan these crossbars.

it’s because I am not used to it, i know but it feels so fiddly to make them compared to jhust drag and drop action bars on pc.

part of me is tempted to try one of my newer characters and try and learn the muscle memory while steadily getting new abilities to add and growing used to the system

[dadcred]

Spinach back!! I'm so excited for the next chap, it already sounds like a banger!! And I'm glad you took a little vacation for yourself as well, I read your posts about ff12 (potentially outing myself as a twitter follower as well here) and I have a little chuckle despite not knowing anything about it. You are officially my only frame of reference! Gehehe

HI SPINACH ANON I HOPE YOU’VE HAD A GREAT WEEKEND :D <333

i’m honestly really excited to finish this next chapter too. despite taking so long, it’s probably been my favorite one to write content wise and i’m really hoping i can get it up before christmas!!!! ive just got 1 more major section to go uwu i hope i don’t drag my feet on it tho bc its sure to give me major secondhand embarrassment bc its so…gay LMAO

yessss the vacay was really nice and needed AND it allowed me to finish ff12 finally! which isn’t my fav FF game, but i loved seeing just how much of a blueprint it was for other games, especially ff14. (down to even venat being an ff12 reference lol). its a pretty iconique game

and now we’re in ff9 mode hehe >:3

#ask

[lordofcrowns]

Get a real job, Cyril. :/

#with a dumb bonus version under the cut #anyways I couldn't resist #though I wasn't sure what to put on the card because you can drag him for so many things wheezes #pint glass inspired by the one @cero-tia gave me to drink out of during our last visit LMAO #ffxiv #ff14 #draw25 #unomeme #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #cyril shitposts #lordofcrowns #my art #ffxiv balmung #ff14 balmung #balmung server #balmung

[elevatorelevenhatesyou]

Final Fantasy 14 Part 29: Such Devastation

Gaius transforms like a magical girl and then we get exactly the uninteresting boss fight this dumbass deserves. 

Most dungeon bosses have more engaging gameplay. I don't even know what his mechanics are because every time I've done this he just gets stomped into soup in a wave of particle effects by my gigantic party.

After the fight he casually walks away.

Okay bye

No seriously, he fucking walks out. He doesn't even run. The lights don't even go out. Brash, you preposterous halfwit. 

And, again, remember that usually there are eight people here. And ALL of them just stand there while Gaius moseys away towards his giant doom mech.

okay there's the ultima weapon what now

I've heard enough. Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!

The back of Ultima Weapon's neck opens up and Gaius climbs inside. Does it need a pilot now? Gaius wasn't piloting it the first two times we saw it. I guess someone else was? Maybe it was Nero, and just no one ever gave him credit for it.

So Gaius switches the thing on and goes all bear witness to the demon weapon that will drag the world into the twenty-first century, and then we fight it. Or rather we stand around waiting for God to give us permission to fight it. The Ultima Weapon can't be damaged until about thirty seconds in when Crystal Mommy phones us up and tells us we must "look to the Light."

Yay. I feel so involved.

During the fight it barfs up Ifrit, Garuda, and Titan, and their ragdolls flop hilariously out of nowhere and onto whoever is tanking.

"No, how are you doing this!?" cries Gaius. Don't ask me, man. God's doing all the work.

Labradoodle appears and says some shit about the secret power within Ultima Weapon. Some ancient evil artifact I guess. Whatever, it doesn't matter, this never comes up again as far as I've heard.

Apparently Gaius didn't know. Gaius you complete tool, why did you listen to this guy? THIS GUY?

I'm reminded of Kingdom Hearts when MALEFICENT shows up out of nowhere and tells Riku that his best friend for life Sora totally forgot about him and he should go be a villain with her now, and he's just like yes sounds legit. Then again that was basically true, Sora pretty much HAD just found new friends and forgotten all about Riku, but that's a rant about a different Square Enix game with a completely shit story that somehow became massively popular. Maybe I'll do a long hate analysis about that one too someday after I'm finished with FF14.

Ultima Weapon does a giant glowy explody spell, but luckily Brash is protected by the power of boobs.

Not sure how this wasn't your intention, you're a dumb strong man. Blowing stuff up for no reason is all you're here for. Oh I guess this was your base huh I guess it probably wasn't your intent to blow up your own garage like a Floridian on the Fourth of July.

ohyeah also An Ascian Pisses Off Without Trying To Kill Brash With Lasers: 8

Anyway none of that shit about Ultima Weapon's true form matters because we smash the fuckin thing by punching it. Or rather my buddy smashes it by casting his doom spells at it doing like triple my damage.

Ultima Weapon starts exploding and Gaius forgets to buckle his seatbelt. He babbles a bit more of his vapid philosophical crap and then falls unconscious.

Should we like hide behind something or

Huh. Missed.

And so ends the threat of Ultima Weapon. All it took was God. 

AH HA, FOOL, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE WITH THE BORING ASSHOLE, NOW IT IS TIME FOR THIS OTHER BORING ASSHOLE

#gaius van baelsar #lahabrea #labradoodle #such devastation #el11hypost #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy XIV #final fantasy a realm reborn #a realm reborn #ff14 #ffxiv #ffxiv arr #ff14 arr #critique #rant #analysis #praetorium