#ffxiv eats up my MIND
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sorry. if you mention ffxiv once either to me or in general i will most likely start rambling a lot
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#⋯ ꒰ა ffxiv ໒꒱ *·˚#i try not to talk too much also bcs typing is harder than talking as in. i have to type.#i have mixed feelings on talking bcs i both love and hate it depending on yeah. but do know me and lune stay up sometimes for hours just#talking and i also sometimes talk over her or cut her off and forget what i want to say only to either remember or just talk more#and i cannot stop until i deem the time too late or parents catch us still awake! uh. i don't mean to talk over her or cut her off btw of#eugejfnskdn if i was given all the time in the world to talk abt ffxiv i might genuinely just go on forever#the world is so big the lore is so massive and it connects some bits too to other final fantasies!!!#and there's speculations you can make and there's just so much and they somehow also made nier automata canon LMFAOOO BCS OF THE COLLAB#CROSSOVER EVEN. it is actually content in game that cannot be removed. love that tbh#there is so much lore known and so much that isn't yet#and some things we may never truly know#LOOK SHB INTRODUCES SO MUCH MORE IT IS UNBELIEVABLE!!! 1.0 to stb has SO MUCH ALREADY BUT NOOOO TIP OF THE ICEBERG#AND THEN. enw you're exploring more again!! oh right yeah stb introduces a whole other continent too LOVE that#there's so much you get from just playing the game and so much from reading out of it and even i don't know it all yet#but i want to even if that will take ages. and. there is just so much it is so beautiful and i am utterly obsessed#the way you can build on lore too esp if you're into oc making !! or even just for the characters. building on their character#this game is so good for making ocs istg i have barely touched the surface with mine#there is just sooo much and i cannot handle making too much ocs but the temptation is really there#ffxiv eats up my MIND
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“I can’t offer much in the way of entertainment”
> Are you sure about that?
#ffxiv#Estinien#Estinien Wyrmblood#Estinien Varlineau#6.4#6.4 spoilers#when I tell you I lost me mind#I'M STILL REELING#Thank you stay at home Estinien#thank you dev team#good GODD#they took me out at the knees 2 cutscenes in#I thought we were gonna get him failing to eat the curry#I was NOT prepared for this#I was gonna add the Zero pov pan shot but the lighting was so different it didn't go well with the others#Nini is all :)c until Zero asks if they should all be disrobing then she is combusting on the spot#his lil pose when he gets up... cute 😭#anyway I am like shocked I haven't seen gifs of this yet so I make my own food#edits: mine
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Hiya folks. Todays the ffxiv hair contest winers were announced and of of the styles I made won.
The one who will be implimented in game will be Natural curls.
These were made with my friends in mind (because I love them and they deserve more actual natural curls) while taking into consideration the lack of curly hair, the textures I know they would be able to make and how it would look like on non poc wols
The winning hair
This was the first and more simple one I made. I started out with the base shape then painted it over with a natural curl hair brush.
I wanted to make a texture I felt i’ve seen the devs make in Highlander/Midlander hair but no where else.
I simplified it for the quickly drawn examples … I have a feeling the end product might be closer to those instead of the more curly version. Here is to hoping no.
The ones I made but did not win, so wont get in game
The curly swoop
This one was actually requested by one of my friends.
She wanted me to try a hair still she wanted to have in real life. Due to the reasons stated on top, i had to loosen up the curls of the swoop to make it work with what i knew was a texture they could pull off and also work with non poc characters.
Old school ponytail
This one was inspired by nostalgia from when I was in grade school.
I remembered those hail tie balls so well and associated them with fond memories.
Sadly I didn’t think i could do my original idea of the thick cute braids i associated these with in a way that the game would make it not look racist/work with non poc characters so I focused on just the curls. It ended up reminding me of Terra from FF6 but more curly.
In the end. I’m glad Natural curls won. I really hope they get the texture right and curly.
I still feel awkward cause i’m white woman who submitted these. But I did them with love and support for my friends and to yell at SE to add more poc hair (wich i saw a shorter dreads hair and also a really elegant brais with poofy curls won so i guess my plan worked?)
I just hope this will make them make more hair with poc in mind so the players can eat well.
#ff14#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#ffxiv community#im still really sorry about having to tone the curls down just to make it work with white people#im really sorry#but seriously i just wanted se to make poc hair for once so my friends would be happier with actual hair that is textured like theirs
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this post is about the cultural concerns regarding ffxiv: dawntrail
Hi doods. Activism has brushed up against fandom YET AGAIN but this time it punches me straight in the heritage and this time I wanna talk about it.
I'm a non-status Qalipu Mik'maq, for the record. An Indigenous American, if thou wilt.
I discuss some pretty heavy shit below the cut. I pray it persists across all devices. Please advise if you want me to tag this as something, or block the tags I have used. I do not need anyone to spread this on my behalf, I do not need anyone's defense. I just have some thoughts and I want to think them.
So it's been less than 24 hours since Dawntrail was announced and we got the Keynote.
We're going to Fantasy The Americas! Before Industrialization!
Many people went "oh hell yeah, that's Brazil, this is gonna be great! We don't usually see this!"
On Twitter especially, many MORE people lost their goddamn minds, citing CBU3's prior wobbles with depicting foreign/indigenous persons.
And of course, the White Community Leaders are out in force performing pre-emptive outrage or even asking people to quit FFXIV in light of this announcement.
I'm here to ask folks not to do that.
What follows is my tweet-thread about it.
"It is perfectly okay to be waiting and seeing how Tural is going to be portrayed in Dawntrail. It's okay to have a concern.
It is NOT okay to come out preemptively swinging and performing outrage.
Because blood quanta are their own touchy subject I usually don't bring this up, but I am the class of indigenous person what represents "what's left".
And I fucking tell you now I don't need the opinions of Concerned White People.
I do not need Concerned White People telling me what colonialism is.
I do not need Concerned White People telling me to be mad.
I do need Concerned White People to realise that the above two actions are microaggressive as fuuuuck.
"but Jai, aren't you White?"
colonialism and genocide comes in many forms. this includes forcing indigenous persons to assimilate or be killed.
also stuff like reinforcing the idea that being indigenous is shameful so that when their descendants find out, they deny it."
Thus ended my tweet thread. There's one more tweet linking to qalipu.ca.
So I want to write more about this on Tumblr.
I really want to make sure that folks take a hard look at what they're concerned about and why.
Like… a lot of White Concern about the use of indigenous motifs in Dawntrail is itself a brand of anti-indigenous racism.
Thinking that the MSQ is going to automatically be about the Scions starting a colonialism in Tural? That's a pretty gross thing to say in the same breath y'all complain about Always Fantasy Europe.
Calling "cultural appropriation" when everyday items are displayed and depicted in the manner in which they were/are used (gulal, curry)? Way to exoticise foreign and indigenous cultures by thinking that everything they make, wear, use, or eat is something of Deep Cultural Significance that Cannot Ever Be Shared With Outsiders. Saris and salwar kameez are just as culturally significant as skirts and slacks. Moccasins are just shoes.
And moreover, getting preemptively Concerned when thus far THERE IS LITERALLY NO NEED TO BE CONCERNED is actually kind of beyond the pale. I haven't seen many indigenous folks and/or folks from South America being anything but pleased that this time The Americas gets a cool pastiche like Europe, Asia, and India have gotten in the past. There's an undercurrent of "oh no, I hope it's not bad stereotypes" which is ABSOLUTELY OKAY. Reblog and retweet what THOSE people are saying. Do not add commentary.
Preemptively saying "you're worried" about your South American/Indigenous friends with zero indication that they're bothered? Come the actual fuck on. We are not a monolithic group that you can "be concerned" for to get a pat on the back later as a Good Person. Do not Perform the I'm A Good Person And The Worst Thing You Could Do is CALL Me A Racist dance.
Don't "get ahead of the discourse". Not every conversation needs your fucking input. Shut your mouth.
What is and isn't an Offensive Portrayal of Indigenous Americans is a lot more nuanced than most people who like to perform outrage make it out to be.
We can and will speak up for ourselves. Share our words and our concerns if you must. Do not go and distill our words and turn us into the monolith you hide behind to perpetuate white saviourism and neocolonialism.
We aren't a monolith of poor uneducated people who don't understand what the europeans did that need to be uwu protected.
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FFXIV Write Entry #5: Levin Deals
Prompt: barbarous || Master Post || On AO3
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“You are completely lacking manners,” Aymeric said, voice dry and flat. “Utterly bereft of decorum and good sense.”
Affronted, Ixion snorted.
“Don’t you sass me, sir.”
Behind him in her lounging chair, Synnove stifled a laugh. Aymeric pointed at her without looking. “And you stay out of this!”
Synnove stopped bothering trying to hide her amusement at that.
The yard and its garden—both the myriad flowers and the kitchen garden—were typically Synnove’s domain at her Cedarwood home, but over the years, Aymeric had developed an affinity for tending the kitchen garden. The simplicity of digging in the soil, trimming back the herbs in their pots, keeping the rows of vegetables free of weeds, even readying the empty beds for winter, were chores that soothed his mind when the work of governance set him on edge. His developed green thumb proved useful, too, now that Synnove was still in recovery from her injuries and horrific aethershock sustained from the Final Day; she simply couldn’t do most of the work of keeping her home in order until she regained more of her strength.
His lady was also horribly indulgent of the overgrown colt that constantly snuck through the skies all the way from Gyr Abania to eat his vegetables.
Aymeric used the same finger he had pointed at Synnove to jab Ixion’s muzzle. The great unicorn jerked his head back with another snort, and glared at him with one baleful red eye.
Aymeric had regularly faced the might of the Dravanian Horde his adult life, and now regularly butted heads with the worst sorts of nobles and politicians in Ishgard. A spoiled unicorn, living legend or not, was not going to cow him.
Amandina, perched between Ixion’s ears and with only her head visible above the fluff of his mane, chittered, He says your dam was a hamster and your sire smelt of elderberries. Papa, what’s a hamster?
(Synnove’s laughter turned to outright cackling.)
“My mama was a saint and my da a gentleman, and I’ll thank you to leave the questions of my parentage out of this discussion,” Aymeric bit out, crossing his arms.
Ixion whickered, dipping his head, and Amandina peeped, He says sorry!
(Trust one the carbunclets to figure out how to communicate with a god’s steed or a Mhachi experiment or whatever Ixion actually was via “sympathetic aetherial resonance” as Synnove had put it, and we’re both levin! as Amandina had said.)
Sighing, Aymeric dragged his hand down his face. He’d been at this for over half a bell now, since discovering Ixion rampaging among the tomatoes and beets and radishes. And Ixion had been decimating the kitchen garden on a semi-regular basis for a few years now. It was far too late to actually put a stop to this, but he wasn’t going to let Rhalgr’s steed rule the roost.
Therefore: compromise.
He set his gaze on Ixion again and said, firm, “I’ll set aside one row of vegetables of your choice if you leave the rest of the kitchen garden alone.”
Ixion flicked an ear and pawed the ground. Once, twice, thrice, four times, five.
Aymeric clucked his tongue and shook his head. “No. Two.”
Ixion pinned his ears back and flared his nostrils.
Aymeric raised an eyebrow.
Ixion’s ears slowly half-perked again, and he pawed at the ground. Once, twice, thrice, four times.
Aymeric shook his head once more. “Two, final offer.”
Ixion grumbled, tossing his head (Amandina squealed in delight), then turned his head to look him straight on with one eye. He raised his hoof up, set it down. And, after another moment of thought, pawed at the ground. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Aymeric made a show of narrowing his eyes and tapping his chin, even as mentally he patted himself on the back. Three had been his initial thought, but the intelligent man did not let his opponent know his full hand in a negotiation. “Acceptable,” he finally said, and held out his hand.
Ixion tapped his palm with his horn. Deal sealed.
Synnove clapped behind him. Amandina cheered, then peeped as Ixion did a victorious piaffe as though he was the winner, Papa? What’s a hamster?
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#ffxivwrite2023#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#ixion#aymeric de borel#aymeric x wol#aymeric x synnove#oc: synnove greywolfe#synnove's carbuncles#dt's writing
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About Y'shtola (up to 6.2 spoilers) (i guess this is a rant lol)
(no of days) since we talked about y'shtola has become a meme in my group chat of friends (that we mostly talk abt ffxiv)
in conclusion to the myriad of discussions we had, we came to a conclusion that Y'shtola is a missed opportunity, a lot of missed opportunity. When she turned blind it was said that to see she consumes more aether than usual, dying at a faster rate, but her eyes now are just another super power, remember how they were still trying to understand dynamis and aether? she had the upperhand at that. and she had put herself in danger, in death's way twice, after the shb self-sacrifice-false-death-thanks-to-emet, the endwalker bit where one by one the scion dissipate stops feeling dire when it happens to her and she said something along the lines of they'll return or something. by the end of endwalker everyone had arcs, everyone had character moments that gave them growth, everyone except yshtola, ok maybe the story line with runar but thats abt it. thats why, the talk before the big night, when we get to choose who is at our door, yshtola's scene was the weakest to me.
to me, she just feels like someone you work with, unlike the others who i feel has a more personal connection or fleshed out personality. she's dependable but a bit flat, like i said previously, missed opportunity on giving her actual consequences for her actions to give her arc/growth. but then my mind changed a bit after a scene in 6.2
varshan made a deal with zero to give her his aether as payment and was supposed to do so after fighting barbariccia, but before he could do so she collapsed. they took her to her room, she isnt waking up, i think varshan mentioned how maybe he should give the aether now, but they all decided its best to bring her to the source bc theres ambient aether. they arrived at the source and varshan mentioned again abt giving his aether - which was part of the deal - and y'shtola said, no need, just give her food when she wakes up... mind you this deal was between varshan and zero, and even zero made a comment about "thats not what we agreed upon on" but later adds "oh well, aether is aether" as she eats from the apples provided. this seems something small, insignificant even, but if i made a deal with someone and they changed what they should be providing after i delivered my end of it i would be pissed. they want zero to heal trough the ambient aether and food form source? sure, but varshan and zero still made that deal, i would assume the void is a place where the contracts they made matter, and well in my exp the exact words chosen in contracts matters, a lot. this bit made me think of yshtola from, a somewhat OP character that had missed moments of character growth to, she's kinda a mary sue isnt she. i know im overthinking this, but its like she could never be wrong and even if its someone else's deal she gets to say the right thing to do :/
i know im overhtinking this but that bit on top of everything is just different
i dont hate her but im mildly starting to see her as annoying bc of this
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i have been rotating your ffxiv specbio in my head for several days so if you don't mind my asking, would you be willing to elaborate on some of the specbio for miqo'te and lalafell, if you've not done so already?
OF COURSE im gonna focus a bit more on miqo since the main points of lalas were in that doodle
first of all: miqote would be lesser cats — unable to roar, but able to hiss and purr and chirp and yowl! and they do, do this, often. baby miqo are constantly mewling and chirping and crying, and that’s where a communal child rearing culture comes in handy, because you would not make one parent deal with a very needy (and blind for a month) baby alone. Adult miqo use vocalization for emphasis, along with gesture and expression. They very often express two emotions at once while in conversation with their words/expressions and body language, which makes understanding others’ intentions harder for them. Ex: sad tail, angry ears = upset, happy tail, angry face = teasing, angry tail, angry hands = furious. They might get confused if there’s no tail to denote teasing. Tails are used for balance And emotion, ears are used for listening and emotion, etc, sometimes more so than facial expression, which can sometimes look inexpressive to those who haven’t taught themselves how to emote communicatively among other races.
They are fuzzy all over! like my friend izutsumi. Sun cats are usually less furry, having only translucent-to-tip colored fuzz but some moon keepers can get VERY furry, like Maine coons. It tends to be longest on the forearms, ankles, back (like a cheetah ruff, some miqo have a line of long fur going down to their tail. Whole body Mohawk), and stomach trail, and shortest on the face, most having only peach fuzz up there. Fur length can vary no matter the miqo, and fur pattern also varies - unlike cats, stripes or spots will sometimes color the skin as well. Prominent fur patterns are pretty rare. Please do not shave your miqo’te, it was a bit more popular a few years ago and it turns out it can lead to very patchy or ingrown coats that require shaving for the rest of ever. They have rough tongues and they have brushes and combs, they can take care of their fur, and sometimes other miqos’ fur. Grooming, though, is either for baby or for people you’re close with. Babies are scrungly.
My friend Izutsumi vv
Miqo can digest raw meat, but it’s really more of a you can eat tree bark if you’re lost in the woods situation. The correct thing to do is bring the hunt back home, so everyone can cook and eat. They are not obligate carnivores, but their systems need more meat than a hyur would. They have non-retractable claws, and every miqo has fangs, though sun seekers tend to have bigger chunkier fangs and moon keepers thinner and longer canines. It has to do with the size/type of their prey.
They also have slightly looser skin like a cat. This doesn’t really mean they have wrinkles all over, it means they’re a bit stretchy? They can wriggle their naturally lithe bodies into weird positions to climb and run, and if you give a miqo a mochi kiss it will look like a cartoon. Older male cats (mostly, but it can happen to anyone) will often develop tomcat jowls as they age, and it’s basically balding for a cat in the societal sense, because miqo don’t bald with age. Their fur gets scraggly (but there are hairless cats out there). It’s often considered attractive! Some families consider it a sign that the cat is getting too old.
Miqo’te can see in the dark, and have a reflective layer in their eyes. moon keepers are very adept at darkvision, having near perfect vision at night, and have a little trouble in bright desert sun, while sun seekers have to deal with vastly reduced color perception at night and have pupils that can go very thin to block out sun. Their cheetah face marks help with this!
Lalafell, too, have a difference in eye biology across their species. Only dunesfolk have a thin third eyelid, to repel sand while keeping their eyes open, while plainsfolk have eyes that work similar to a sun seeker. No layered eyelid, just a vertical pupil. All of them have tapetum lucidum.
Also, last point for fun, lalafell stay the same size from 8 years old to 100 years old, and before then they’re about the size of a small hedgehog (baby) to about the size of a kinda small Lala (3-8). A point of annoyance for elezen, who stay the size of a child until they’re 20 or so and then have the worst growing pains in history at a point where complaining about it is less acceptable than getting mad as a kid because your legs hurt. The reason you don’t see very many baby lala is the same reason you don’t see many baby pigeons. You either do and don’t realize it, or they’re VERY SMALL and bundled in blankets or sitting at home and not in the city. A good way to tell if you’re talking to a ten year old or a thirty year old Lala (aside from their intelligence and mannerisms) is by looking at their ears. The tips will darken with age — young lalafell will have light colored ears, sometimes with white fuzz, mature lalafell will have dark ear tips. Good to know for bartenders.
Baby lalafell also have sharp needle teeth. Much like baby miqo, roe, and au ra. Unlike those three, the sharp teeth go away. They’re helpless pink beans when they’re newborns, they will not hesitate to bite you if you bother them too much.
#ask#starlit-warren#ffxiv#my art#your early 20s as an elezen are considered. kind of a rebellious snappy period in your life but this is highly influenced by the fact that#you hurt ALL THE TIME and you have to go to work#anywys! I talked about cats for a long time—#miqo also have whiskers but they’re more like. dog whiskers. they don’t do that much and aren’t as sensitive and you can cut them#maybe less important than dog whiskers even#and their ears elongate as they age too; that’s just a thing that happens. they swivel and move much easier as an adult#roegadyn/au ra have needle teeth as kids and then a bunch of sharp teeth as an adult miqo have needle teeth as kids and fangs as adults#lalas have them as babies and grow out of them (like egg teeth; pretty fast) and everyone’s mothers deserve awards for dealing with this#specbio
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FFXIV Write '23, Day 4: Off the Hook
Minti Chocolate, gunbreaker, rubbed her forehead, groaned, and slid deep into the comfy, overstuffed carbuncle sofa in her Free Company quarters. The combat boots she used today squeaked against the tiled marble floor. Major General, or, rather, the plush shark that represented the Major General, was sporting the coat and tactical vest she'd tossed when she came into the room. She was done for the day, and her body knew it. The aches were coming from all over, it seemed.
It was a shame, too, because Krile was supposed to have a walk around the Studium with her - the first time in weeks where they could have time together, outside of the Annex. Now it'd have to be "Couples time next to the fireplace, where we talk quietly and hold hands, so as not to aggravate Minti's headache." Minti chuckled softly, until her healed ribs rudely complained. What was next, being forced to stay in a comfy chair, with only a cup of coffee until dinner time? Maybe Krile wouldn't mind the hazards of dating a Gage Acquisitions woman. She hadn't so far.
Minti tapped her linkpearl while struggling to get her socks off. "This is Krile, go ahead," came the Scion's voice from her pearl. "Hello? ...Minti, is that you?"
*grunt*
"It sounds like you. Rough day on the job?"
*grunt* "Yes." Minti rolled on her side, in a vain attempt to free herself from her undershirt. "We needed to get some people through the Sil'dihn Subterrane, to help a private patron." The bastard was nearly done clinging to her chest, just a little more wiggling and - off. Thank the Twelve, it was off. Freedom never felt so good, truly.
"The same patron from before, right? In Ul'dah?" It sounded like Krile was stacking some papers, probably finishing her research for the night to prepare for tonight's walk.
"Mhm, same one. You would think that there'd be only one way through the Subterrane, right? But it's massive down there! Lots of little pathways and traps to keep you distracted and lost. And Thal's Balls, it stinks." Minti lean over to free the Major General from her clothes, and pull him onto the couch with her. She desperately needed his snuggles and nonchalant attitude about being next to a sweaty, exhausted adventurer. "All that's to say, do you mind stopping by the GA house and having a quiet night here? If I move a Ilm, I swear I'll collapse."
Minti thought she could hear the falling waters from Thaliak's statue. Krile must be heading towards the harbor. "I don't mind at all. You want me to pick you up something from the Last Stand? Something healthy, please, I know you love to eat like a pirate."
A long sigh escaped Minti's lips. "Fine. You pick. I promise I won't complain."
"Hm, hm. Very well, my dear. I'll hold you to that promise. See you soon. Love you."
"Love you too."
#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#final fantasy oc#ffxiv#minti wol#final fantasy viera#minti chocolate#krile mayer baldesion#krile baldesion#ffxivwrite2023
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FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt 14: Clear
Everything was set up. Thankful that his family were willing to make themselves scarce. The plan was to eat dinner then take a walk in the manor’s conservatory. It was there where he’ll ask for her hand. Dinner went off without any issues. Stephanivien excused himself to wash up and compose himself before he asked her. He open the ring box again to make sure the ring was as stunning as she was. The diamond was clear and golden band shined brilliantly. He closed it up and put it back into his coat pocket before exiting the washroom.
He met up with Iris once more before the two made their was to the conservatory. Iris was making the usual small talk. Mostly about her trip from Thavnair that she just got back from. Stephanivien couldn’t focus on it too much as he was getting nervous by the second. He worried that she might say no, that she might not actually be happy with him. If that was the case she would have left without any issue, he reassured himself. He sat himself down on one of the planter box’s wall while he thought more.
Iris was looking on the flowers. “Hey Steph,” she cheerfully chimed hoping to get some words from him. She noticed that there was a worrisome look on his face. “Steph?” Confused as to why he would even have that kind of look on his face. She approached him to get a better look. The look that was on his face worried Iris even more. Unsure what to do she sat next to him and proceeded to give him a hug.
That snapped him out of his thoughts. “Iris?” he was just as confused when she gave him a hug instead of looking at the flowers.
“Steph, there is something on your mind isn’t there?” She looked into his eyes before sighing. “Something amiss at the Manufactory I take it.”
Stephanivien, although not surprised that she hadn’t caught on to his plan, was still shocked none the less at her guess. “No, nothing like that. It’s just..” He trailed off.
“It’s just what?” She asked him just so she knows what is on his mind. “You can tell me, no? After all I love you with all my heart.” She slide arm around his waist, lifting up the jacket. The loose cloth of the jacket flipped the pocket over, losing the ring box into the planter that was behind them.
Stephanivien returned the hug “Iris, I’m just so glad that you said that.” He sighed a sigh of relief. “There is something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” He got up from the planter. He looked on to Iris and took her left hand into his. He then kneel down “Iris, will you marry me?” He looked at her in the eyes, noticing that they got wider after asking his question.
“Of course.” She smiled in excitement. Stephanivien stood up in his excitement to give her a hug. He set her down realizing he didn’t present the ring to her. He started digging it out of his pocket, only to realize it wasn’t there anymore.
#electric-flowers#oc: iris opranta#stephanivien x wol#stephanivien de haillenarte#ffxiv stephanivien#ffxiv#FFxivWrite2023#FFxivWrite#ffxiv writing challenge#ffxiv writing prompts
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
A piece for @mmmairon because she drew my ffxiv character and I wanted to repay her somehow <3 (Also based off her wonderful art, go check it out!)
Apart of a longer fic coming out soon!
Bloodborne AU, Hunter!Diluc
Diluc had been careful. The path to Old Yharnam was not the easiest hike, unless you counted running into dogs and men cursed with beasthood easy. He was used to this particular trek, however. In order to access your quarters, to gain knowledge and bottled blood for the road, it was necessary.
The air smelled of rot and iron by the time he gained access to the bright red door. The chains in front of it were covered in rust, delicate enough now that he swore if he blew on it them the chains would crumble to pieces. Diluc had wondered to himself why you chose the color red to signify your headquarters. Though, in perhaps a light-hearted manner, you thought it made sense to attract Hunters with their thirst for blood with the color of the liquid.
How humorous, Diluc thought.
He held up his fist to knock, digging in the back of his mind to remember the code. It had been a month since his last visit.
Knock. Knock, knock.
Slightly jumbled, but it was the best he could do.
The door opened a crack, enough for him to see the light of a lantern slip through.
"Ah, you've returned," your voice was small, cautious of the possible lurkers. "What can I do for you, Red?"
Red. Your nickname for him. What truly set him off was how fondly you said it.
"I've come to talk business...and supplies." He mumbled the last part hesitantly. While you may give out your blood (for a high price), his stomach churned at the thought of drinking it.
"You can simply say you're injured, or hungry."
"If I'm hungry, I'll eat bread."
"That'll suffice you for an hour at best, Diluc."
(Not Red that sentence.)
"It'll do. I've survived off worse."
You scoffed. "Stubborn fool."
"Perhaps, but I'm alive am I not?" He said.
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"This is also about Kaeya, isn't it?" You questioned immediately. The heavy door hadn't even closed yet before you began interrogating him.
Diluc blinked, having just removed his mask. "Indeed. Have I asked so often already?"
"I could see it in your eyes," you responded. "The hopefulness, the desperate pleading. You want to track him down as soon as possible."
"It's been 5 years since I last saw him, since he gave me that warning."
"You still never indulged me on the details."
"I worry it'll damage your psyche."
"Are you calling me stupid?" You raised an eyebrow, mouth curved upward.
Diluc shook his head. "Far from it--"
"I jest, Red."
Of course you were.
You glanced toward a table that contained a pile of letters. "I'm sorry to say my informants haven't seen the man you described; tall, blue hair in a ponytail that draped over his shoulder, eyepatch on his left eye. Though, one of them said they recognized the name 'Kaeya'. They haven't elaborated since."
Diluc's head perked. "This informant, do they have a name?"
"Albedo."
"Ah, the Alchemist."
"You're aware of his identity?"
"Eileen has spoken to him once before. He has humored countless Hunters desperate for knowledge."
"He knew Kaeya, from what it seemed."
Diluc sighed through his nose. Sure, this was a lead, but now he was back to the corner of finding Albedo's whereabouts.
"He placed himself in Old Yharnam as well," you spoke. Diluc glanced at you with surprise in his gaze, making you laugh. "I've known you for awhile now, Red. I know what you're thinking."
"Can you tell-"
"Albedo is a cautious man. He moves everywhere whenever he feels threatened; by beasts, by Hunters, it does not matter."
"Do you have an idea perhaps?"
"Possibly near the old Church. Not a lot of beasts go near it anymore."
"Curious." Diluc placed his thumb on his chin.
You shook your head. "Not really. Especially not after a particularly nasty beast made it its home before being slaughtered."
You interrupted the discussion by holding out your arm. Diluc staggered a little, flinching when he pressed his ankle against the ground. You sighed deeply. "Drink. I will not take no for an answer this time."
He hesitated, glancing at your wrist and then kneeling down, trying his best to remain a gentleman, before sinking his teeth into your tender flesh.
You took a deep breath, which almost made him stop. You were used to this, he knew, but that ache to stop hurting you spread across his chest.
He stopped when he felt your pulse skyrocket. Instantly you wrapped gauze and bandages around your wrist. (He hated how calculated you did that, hated how his mind spiraled when thinking of how many mouths and teeth sunk into your skin.)
You glanced at him, then to his mouth, laughing in a childish manner. You grabbed a handkerchief, dabbing the corner of his mouth tenderly. "You were thirsty, then."
Diluc felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm...not going to elaborate."
"Silly man," you clicked your tongue.
He smiled lightly, kissing your forehead as he massaged your hand with his thumb. "Thank you."
You furrowed your brow. "Whatever for?"
"For being so informative."
"That is my job."
Diluc placed his chin atop your head, grabbing hold of you in an embrace. It was cut short when he reached for his hat and mask.
You frowned. "Leaving already?"
"I know you have other clients coming your way," he replied, wrapping his mask around his face. "I wouldn't want to intrude, and I have a man to find."
"Albedo is a tricky fellow. Tell him I sent you, he won't be as slippery."
Diluc nodded. "If you hear anything more about Kaeya, tell me at once when I return next."
You didn't have time to respond, he left too quickly. Sitting down at the table piled with letters, you grabbed one with a frown. The contents inside you were all too aware of.
"You're getting too close."
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it's pretty hard to find more like minded people who like ffxiv esp as a minor & in ph ;; but i know quite a few! not any in my country bcs :") but my twin & my 2 irls i got into it <3 so like. idk but maybe i cld make a discord q-q ( oh gods warning for tags. very long ,,, )
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#there's a few reasons as to why i'm hesitant to do so though ......#and i don't even like talking /too/ much with others. so that's that too dohfidhskdjs#but i literaly know two people on twitter 17-19 and my twin who doesn't rlly count bcs we do everything together and two close friends T__T#and it's hard for some friends i know who are interested bcs either they don't have a device/console or they need space !! or too slow >_<#or. i'm not close enough w then orr we're not of the same mind yeah ?? like. my former fc mates in twin b4 i moved to oce ^^;#i tried looking thru a website and saw 1 that'd be cool but just for adults. valid T___T#& i saw another !! from twintania even :O but idk regardless TwT#man it rlly is difficult as a minor & shy & kinda socially anxious & philippines eee#BUT I DID SEE 2 Y'SHTOLAS AT THE CON. i will never forget that. no pic but i'm so happy#it's kinda hard to rely on my people in the country to get into xiv (as a minor) bcs y'all just play uhm. free games WHEEZE#💀💀💀 many other reasons that i'm iffy about but i don't want to come off that way bcs i'm not that Yeah. also wtvr ig <//3#UGHFHFJEHFJ SORRY FOR. TALKING ABT THIS. uh. i've been a bit less subtle abt it bcs it's been almost 2 years since i've played and it still#feels rather lonely ;; yeah ;;; idk it's honestly been eating me up from the inside for so long esp w not being in an fc yet in ravana ><#wahhh so yeah T___T ig the best thing wld be for my irls to play more xiv or hang more w my friends who ik r in xiv but for various reasons#that isn't. easy either :( aaaaaaaaaaaa#like. idk man but my experience in ffxiv is just. really yeah#nothing has captured me just as much as this esp bcs my interests tend to fluctuate but this has stayed w me for so long#even w the fact i played it the whole summer in '20 and i'm endgame alrdy ?? and the fact i think abt it everyday and don't even get tired#the story is INCREDIBLY good. none of what i've played can compare. not even other final fantasies. esp when it comes to shb bcs i barely#can think of criticism about it ;;; the other expansions are all beautiful (yes. all) even w their imperfections and flaws? for me it adds#to my appreciation but i like to be critical abt it regardless and all !! tbh maybe it's also just me actually being a fan of mmos but#ffxiv rlly is an rpg first and an mmo 2nd >< and the most final fantasy at it's core honestly !! and the music is incredibly top tier :O#idk man but p5 and fe3h and gbf and octopath and other games i've played ;; what makes the story good is all in xiv imo ??#altho it's kind of a cheat bcs it's an mmo WHEEZE but it rlly does feel like an rpg first and this is from someone who honestly mostly#played rpgs b4 xiv >< i cld go on and on but lehfoebfisj i do that too much and i'm rambling so much na ere aaaaaa#idk but. yeah. idk. when i think abt what makes 3H and p5 and gbf good and others. it's just also in xiv#i hope i don't come off as close minded and ignorant though T___T this is just me rn being yeah over my greatest passion !!#oh gods i accidentally deleted a tag up there and reached 30 tags GOODBYE i talk (text) so much oml
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Writing RP scenes as poetry ──
I have never been very good at long-form writing. I know this is likely a skill issue that I can resolve with time and practice and, uh, more reading. I just really don't feel like it right now, and I'm trying not to let myself believe this is a commentary on my skill as a writer (or roleplayer). When I began roleplaying in FFXIV, however, I also started writing poetry again. Nothing exceptional, but I remembered I've always really enjoyed freeform poetry as an avenue of expression. Just clicks better for me.
So recently, I had a scene in my brain. I decided to write it out as a poem that's heavily inspired by the style 陳琛 (Chen Chen) sometimes uses.
Anyway, I'm sharing that scene below. It's from the perspective of an FFXIV OC, Ibant, who currently serves as the steward of House Valeriant.
「 When an Entire Year Passes Faster than I Can See 」
The pen doesn’t stop writing, not as long as I am awake.
The bells do not slow, because they don’t care if I need rest.
But my mind is always burning with a thousand anxieties
that I can’t possibly think of putting it down on something soft.
Softness brings to mind the image of a writer who sleeps.
I know without having to look that Frydstyr is in my bed tonight
because he had come to watch me work in hopes that I might
think about stopping long enough to eat solid, substantial food.
My empty stomach reminds me that he had brought dinner with him.
The braised beef is sitting within my reach in a shallow serving dish
taken from the cabinets with the nice, matching sets and silverware.
He used them because he likely felt I deserved to feel special.
The chiming of my clock draws me back to my current task.
I realize my pen had stopped moving and the words on the page
had stalled for an indeterminate time while my tired mind drifted.
This isn’t paperwork I want to put off – it’s more like a labor of love.
I remind myself I can’t keep hiding behind my duties if
I want to be happy too with the people I’ve surrounded myself with.
Yet right now, I’ve entered a race against the fast approaching date
that will mark when our time here is meant to draw to an end.
No one is going to leave, so just use the other papers you wrote up.
I can’t reuse that contract without amending a few terms, but what
would Zahret know when his head is in the clouds these days, floating
higher than anyone has any right to without losing their ability to breathe.
My eyes begin to lose focus so I force them to see again by blinking.
The ink begins to look like words again, obediently stretching across
clean parchment to be read back in my own voice. I repeat everything
more than I have to, making sure the message can’t possibly be lost.
I, (your name here), shall remain a loyal knight of House Valeriant, sworn to serve and protect the Valeriant bloodline. Should I specify
that they would also protect Valeriants who are not related by blood?
My pen touches down again and weaves another dull sentence into being.
Bureaucracy is the slowest death I can imagine for passion and creativity.
Fortunate, then, that I am not someone who was trained to grow words
like flowers in a garden. I can’t ever argue when someone says, in jest,
let Ibant handle the reports, because I find a curious joy in technicalities.
No one will break this family apart on technicalities while I hold this pen.
The contracts will be ironclad under the lovely veneer of knightly oaths.
I hope, when they read these papers and see the names that have signed,
they will fully grasp the love that they have cultivated in this house.
#elezen#ffxiv rp#RP through poetry#I'm a complete amateur at this#my therapist said to write more poetry though#this is Ibant
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re: Lana, what is the 'energy between energies'? That sounds super interesting.
Hi there !
So, to explain roughly, in my head world there's 3 kinds of energies :
White Echo : the most known and used of the Echoes. Most living beings on the planet use it to exist. It is also mostly ruled by 'logical rules' that are studied and learned by people who wanna use this energy for magic.
When manipulated, it manifests most often and easily as 'physical reactions' and 'physical phenomenons' like fire, wind, wood/trees, light, etc.
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Black Echo : Much less known. This is the Echo that created and is used by the Eadras, who live on the planet's moon. This energy is more flexible as it is governed by emotions (a lil bit like Dynamis in FFXIV if you're familiar).
It tends to manifest outside of Eadras' bodies either as sporadic bouts of raw energy (lasers, explosions), or in invisible & abstract phenomenons (Rena uses hers to 'eat' other people's emotions sometimes :) )
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These two Echoes are communicating vessels! If you empty one it will fill the other, and vice versa (Things Happen if there is too much of an imbalance between the two).
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Blue Echo : The 'energy between energies'. It's the state that Black/White Echo takes when it transitions into the other one after being used. It also acts as an isolating layer between the two energies (who cancel & destroy each other out if put in direct contact)!
Barely known by anyone save a few people (some are keeping the knowledge, some die by experimenting with it, some study it but keep a very small Knowing Circle). It is also sometimes refereed to as 'Entropy' ! Blue Echo is very unstable and tends to quickly grow exponentially in intensity and consequences (think a little flame that would suddenly touch an open barrel of gasoline).
There are (complicated) ways to 'manage' it and finding it is one of Lana's main challenge while learning to use her powers (after first learning what the fuck is going on with her).
Blue Echo is the only one (so far, because tbh I haven't given proper thought to all of this in like a decade) of the Echoes that can physically manifest as pure stable energy. You can give it shape and have it take up space etc! It's the most flexible Echo but also the most unruly. Most of its users use it sporadically (preferring to convert it to either white or black echo before using it to stabilize it) because really no one actually found a way to use it continuously without fucking dying. But Lana is very stubborn and her out-of-the-box thinking and inquisitive mind help her experiment with ways to manage Blue Echo (which is a whole other thing in itself). Out of all my characters, she's the one with the slowest start and a very hyperbolic power spike. But watch out :)
And here you go ! It's nothing really new under the sun, but I hope it was interesting to you \o/ ! Don't hesitate if you have more questions :>
#ask#asks#symphonia#ocs#oc#ocs talk#oc talk#Lana#Rena#beary ocs#blue echo#white echo#black echo#zellk#zellk ocs#Rena (who is composed of B and W Echo) can survive only next to Lana because she exhausts Blue Echo passively#and Rena's organism latches onto it to get an isolating & transition layer so both her parts can communicate rather than annihilate e-o
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November Prompts Day: Secret
So I'd wanted to do something with the whole "November Write Shit" month for years but had never gotten around to it because I don't particularly -want- to write a whole novel? And of course that's what everybody talks about.
I decided to do some prompts for my cavacade of FFXIV characters instead. Most of them are going to be indulgent and silly and varying degrees of anachronistic and absolutely riddled with headcanons, but I think they're fun so we're gonna post 'em anyway. Keep in mind that these are all gonna be very off-the-cuff and have basically zero editing. They also assume you know some things about FF14 already.
A very dear friend gave me a list of prompts to finish out the month with, starting with a secret prompt I was supposed to do before I went to bed and didn't do, so. Whoops. Anyway. Today's character is Al'vachir Avagnar, my moody Xaela samurai.
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"What is your character's go-to karaoke song?"
When he was young, Al'vachir moved to the bustling city of Kugane.
"Moved" is, perhaps, the wrong word. Al'vachir Avagnar, proud child of the Steppes, had wandered for days and nights without end until arriving, starved and bloody and half-crazy, in Kugane. His tribe had long since been absorbed by the Adarkim Xaela, but the Avagnar were proud to a fault. They would not give up their name, their identity, for anything.
Sometimes, "anything" included death. So it was for Al'vachir's mother, and so it was that Al'vachir, in the middle of one terrible night, fled the Steppe altogether and ran until he couldn't run, walked until he collapsed, and crawled until he passed out.
This did not bother Al'vachir. At least, it did not bother Al if you asked him. Al'vachir Avagnar was more concerned with survival: where his next meal was coming from, what roof he'd be sleeping under, whether or not he'd be fighting someone today. It wasn't long before the malnourish Xaela child threw in with one of Kugane's underground groups as a pickpocket and thief, and before long he was muscle and protection.
It didn't sit right with him, most nights.
But this was not most nights. This was a night of festival and fun! This was a celebration! Al'vachir's boss had lived another year, and apparently that was cause for raucous partying. Food came in seemingly endless waves from the kitchen, alcohol flowed like water, there was singing and dancing and gambling and all manner of men and women and both and neither and-
It was honestly a little much for Al'vachir Avagnar, who much preferred the solitude he'd grown accustomed to. Three times he'd tried to sneak out, to stand outside and smoke, to stand at the door and replace one of the security guards in a much quieter, more understood duty. Unfortunately, Al'vachir Avagnar had made a fatal mistake.
Al'vachir Avagnar had proven himself useful.
His boss kept Al on a leash - not literally, mind you, nor a particularly tight one. Al'vachir was primarily allowed to do as he pleased so long as it didn't directly interfere with the group's motives. As long as Al'vachir didn't lose them too much money with his idealism and his temperament, it was fine! And Al'vachir's boss loved to dote on the Xaela, showering the man with gifts and what passed for affection in this life.
It was, you may have guessed, a little much for Al'vachir Avagnar. And, unfortunately, as he had failed to escape, Al'vachir had been convinced to partake.
Now, Al'vachir was not one to shy away from good food. Most of the Xaela's time outside of work hours was spent wandering Kugane, and a great deal of Al'vachir's pay went to good food in all corners of the city. He'd grown a reputation for it - Al'vachir was not particularly keen on eating at the best of times, but if your stall or your storefront managed to entice the man into a meal, well, word got around.
Nor was Al'vachir particularly unknown to those peddlers of alcohol, from whom he frequently bought jugs or bottles or casks depending on his needs. Nobody knew what those needs were, of course - Al'vachir had also garnered a reputation as a tight-lipped man. But it was not uncommon to see him walking the streets of Kugane with a bottle in hand or a gourd tied to his belt.
What Al'vachir -was- a stranger to, as far as anybody else knew, was music. He did not frequent the parlors where music was played, he did not request courtesans and musicians for any gatherings or private appointments, he did not join his friends at festivals or events, when he could help it.
So when his boss asked Al'vachir to join the band and sing, it should come as no surprise that the gathered found the idea… not laughable, but certainly unbelievable. Friendly jabs and ribald laughter echoed through the room as a drunken Al'vachir stumbled slowly - carefully - to the stage. Face flushed, the Xaela took a deep breath and faced his friends. Soft music built behind him, something between melancholic and nostalgic. Almost as quickly as the assembled had began their characteristic, loving ridicule… they fell silent.
When Al'vachir's voice, already a rarity among those gathered, felt like a warm embrace nobody had known they needed. It took only one verse before the crowd had jumped to their feet, roaring in equal parts adoration and shock. All the while, the boss was settled in his place of honor, wiping tears from his eyes as Al'vachir sang.
When the song came to a close, there was not a dry eye in the house. The band went into the next piece almost immediately; silence was not what they were being paid for, after all. Al'vachir stepped off the small raised pavilion and made his way, still stumbling, still drunk, through a throng of admirers to the back of the building, where finally, blessedly, he was allowed to leave.
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FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 27
Prompt :: Sole
Characters :: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Ralne Dalduos (brief), Lorha Keipah (brief), R'ayzel Mhazu (brief; belongs to @blossomblade)
Word Count :: 1,484
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Coming back to Gridania after dungeon crawling and traveling the lands had been an amazing respite. However, Nomin had lamented how worn her shoes had ended up becoming since she and the others had done more and more for the Scions and general Adventurers' Guild. Sitting upon a stool at their usual table in the Carline Canopy, Nomin had brought one of her feet up over her knee to get a look at the soles of her boots. A frown grew on her face as she sighed with a hint of frustration.
"Something eating you, Nomin?" Ralne asked, folding her arms over top of the table as she leaned forward.
"Ground's just been getting more and more noticeable going from place to place…" Nomin remarked, running a finger over the worn rubber of her sole and noticing how thin it really felt as she could feel her finger through the wear. “I might have to find someone who can either fix them up, or sell me some new ones.”
“Have you tried looking at the Fen-Yll line of leatherworks?” Lorha asked, placing her bag on the table. “I hear the Guildmaster that runs the line is quite particular about the quality of the products sold. I mean…a lot of their bags get used by scholars in Sharlayan because of how long they last. I imagine their boots and shoes would be ideal and more than fit for travel.”
Nomin placed her foot back on the ground, a thoughtful look crossing her face.
“I suppose I could do that while we’re here… If I recall, the Leatherworkers’ Guild is just a small walk away from the Shaded Bower stalls…” Nomin then smiled to herself. “But let’s go ahead and get something to eat before we tackle anything else. I can’t imagine talking to anyone else without getting at least something in my stomach.”
“Best thing you’ve said yet today,” R’ayzel commented, turning her head to look over to where one of the waiters were so that she could flag them down.
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“No order in advance, no product. Now if you would, we have a number of actual orders to get ready and fulfill.”
Nomin stood there, stunned at the idea that she would have had to have placed an order in advance to ask for some shoes that she could have for the road.
“I…but…h-how do I even submit an order? How long would I have to wait?” Nomin asked, her words sputtering in disbelief. She had never encountered such a requirement when she had traded in places like Reunion or Kugane in the past. Ul’dah’s Sapphire Avenue Exchange, even with as crowded as it was, had been easy enough to navigate.
“Listen…” the woman at the counter said, placing a box down with a restrained huff so as not to dent the boxes with her impatience. “The Fen-Yll name is known all across the realm of Eorzea. You can’t just stroll in here and expect to be placed as the priority customer. Even if you’ve got deep pockets like some of the Syndicate members in Ul’dah.”
“I…then…then can I make an order now? How long will I be on the waiting list?” Nomin asked, feeling some semblance of being overwhelmed by this whole experience.
“A couple moons, maybe? Could even be a couple years…”
Nomin’s mouth fell agape at the idea of waiting years just for boots.
“How are adventurers supposed to have wares ready for them and the jobs they take on?” It was a genuine question steeped in apparent disbelief.
“They buy other shoes from the markets, sweet thing. And then they use those for however long it takes their order to be ready. Now, if you don’t mind, I am quite busy making sure everything gets out on time. Fen-Yll ensures quality in everything.” The shop clerk had removed another box from a shelf, her attention firmly set on checking the dates that were tacked on the memos on them.
Suppressing a sigh of both irritation and that residing disbelief, Nomin turned for the doors and left the establishment. It was only after she had allowed the doors to close behind her that she let out a little grunt of frustration at what felt like a ridiculous situation. She then sighed finally and tried to rationalize it in her head -- that if she were selling paintings, and they needed to be a certain kind of painting, she might have to have a waitlist, too.
Still, though…she would have thought that the shop would have had goods that were for sale, though it seemed that whatever goods could be seen were simply for display.
Making her way over toward the Shaded Bower, Nomin meandered till she had been in the Rosewood Stalls. She peered at the wares that had been for sale -- tabards, gauntlets, lances, canes…things that were all very suited for those that attended the guilds of Gridania. She finally made her way toward someone that had boots and shoes on display, and met the merchant’s smile with a halfhearted one of her own.
“Um…do you have anything suited for an adventurer?” Nomin finally asked, doing her best to sound more neutral rather than anything else.
“Depends… Are you a spell caster of sorts? Are you more versed with martial weapons, perhaps? Maybe you prefer using a bow and arrow?” the merchant questioned, bringing a hand to his chin.
“I use a bow and a lance,” Nomin replied. “Honestly, I’m just looking for something that keeps my feet and shins pretty well protected without hampering my movement. Nothing overly armored. Hardened leather, or something.”
Hesitating, Nomin leaned down and unlaced one of her boots before taking it off her foot and held it up. She showed off the wear and tear, mostly on the underside, but it also looked like the seams were also coming loose from the sole as well, creating little gaps where her toes or heel could peek through.
“I see! If that’s what you’re looking for, let’s see if I can find you something…” the merchant said, taking the boot from Nomin and using it to compare sizes between it and newer boots. Eventually, he had come back with three other pairs of boots that were roughly the same length and size that would fit Nomin and placed them in front of her. He then pointed between each one: “this one’s a more local one, hardy for sure, though with a hint of suppleness. Then we have raptor leather -- not as comfortable at first, but once broken in, is much more protective, especially with the treated scale hide. Last is peiste leather from the basilisks of northern Thanalan; it’s a little bit of the best of both worlds, and therefore a little more pricey. But if you have the gil to spare, it’s certainly worth it.”
Eyeing the peisteskin boots, Nomin then cautiously asked, “... How much?”
“It’ll run you up about three-thousand-five-hundred gil.”
Nomin tapped her thighs for a moment, furrowing her brow in thought. Between herself, Ralne, R’ayzel, and Lorha, they had amassed quite a bit for themselves. More now, since they had proven themselves pretty capable in the eyes of both the Adventurers’ Guild and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
That was when Minfilia’s words echoed in her mind.
“We are fortunate to have a number of influential allies, and at a word from me, they will gladly afford you certain privileges that might otherwise be denied you.”
For a moment, Nomin considered going back to the Fen-Yll Fineries building and bringing up the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, though quickly reconsidered. After all, this merchant had gone out of his way to take a look at her own boot, the wear of it, and even asked about what kind of general adventuring lifestyle she led that would have allowed him to pick one he felt was most suited for her. So, tentatively, Nomin reached for her gil pouch and counted out her coin, soon placing the appropriate amount that she had to buy them.
“The soles won’t wear out too quickly on these, will they?” Nomin asked.
“They’ll last you a while, so long as you don’t make a habit of traveling close to flames where the rubber might give,” the merchant said in a joking manner. He then put the other boots that Nomin had not made an effort to look at, and made sure the amount paid was enough before sliding the boots in question forward. “And if you need any repair work done, I think I might be able to help you out there. So long as the boots haven’t been ripped to shreds.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you…” Nomin looked at the sign at the stall and read it. Worldly Treads. Something she would absolutely have to remember the next time if the shoes served her well.
#ffxivwrite2023#ffxiv#ffxiv writing#my writing#ffxiv oc#oc: nomin tal kheeriin#oc: ralne dalduos#oc: lorha keipah#oc pal: r'ayzel mhazu
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Nine people you would like to get to know better
Tagged by @flingsky
I don’t have enough people for nine but I’ll tag @corpseshadow @touyea @sinonlesbiantruther @rinkara @aeoneris @the-squid-lesbian and @skelal and leave it at that for now. I’m not a huge ship kinda person but I’ll throw those parts in here anyway.
Three ships
Irina/Sharon (Xenoblade X) - I’m sorry but it’s real and nothing will change my mind. I’m now disallowing myself any more Xeno- ships because that would be too easy.
Akeha/Gayle (NieR) - Yoko Taro please let these women get therapy together it would be so good for them. Also they should spar it would be beneficial I think.
Hegemone/Agdistis (FFXIV) - Coworkers in an office building they probably have to live in. Things are going to happen and I think they would get along well.
First ship
Really hard to say tbh, as said before was never much of a shipper. I think the first one I was ever made aware of was Hilda/N from Pokemon BW, since one of the first fanfics I ever read was under that category (though given I’m transfem and N is great autistic rep I think I can explain the interest with hindsight)
Last song
Impossible to answer. I listen to parts my library pretty much daily and it depends on what part of my hyperfixation cycle I’m in. I don’t remember atm, but right now it’s either Hearing Things (Armoured Core 6), Ascension (FFXVI), or Dancing With The Source (Divinity 2), specifically the Tambura version.
Last movie
Another one I don’t remember specifically, but I rewatched Hot Fuzz (2007) a couple of weeks ago, and beyond that I cleared out Gravity (2013) from my to-watch list earlier in the year.
Currently reading
I’m keeping up with webcomics like Mage & Demon Queen, and fics I’ve found over the recent months, but I’m currently reading a 750k word 160 chapter monster of a GoT fic called The Wierwood Queen.
Currently watching
I’m keeping up with the anime adaption of Bleach TYBW as it comes out, but nothing else beyond that.
Currently consuming
I was eating chocolate cookie ice cream a few hours ago. Beyond that, I don’t remember what I ate today.
Currently craving
Physical contact with close friends and my gf, because I am a lonely sapphic who went to local pride over the weekend and now want to hug my friends.
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