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FFXIV Endwalker character tier list
#ffxiv#endwalker#6.0#spoilers#6.0 spoilers#tier list#alisaie and alphinaud know half each#different halves
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G'raha "Biggest Imposter Syndrome since Hythlodaeus" Tia over there doing the impossible and literally becoming the beacon of hope looked towards for generations in the First when things get tough is just over there watching us like, "If only I could be so grossly incandescent."
Istg!!!!!!
Also, he's a white mage, a black mage, AND a paladin. Does he need physical weapons to tank with? NO OFC NOT, HE'LL JUST MAGIC SOME INTO EXISTENCE AND THEY WORK JUST AS WELL!
His soul is just as dense as ours due to the exarch merge, making him sorta kinda eight times rejoined? Just like us? He's a "WoL" of his own making. Hydaelyn may not have personally smooched him on the forehead like she did us, but she didn't need to. Raha badassed his way to becoming our equal.
And don't even get me STARTED on Mr. "I'm not entirely useless" Hythlodaeus I WILL SCREAM
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The Meteia
She is my baby bird and I love making silly drawings of her.
#ff14 fanart#ffxiv fanart#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#ff14#meteion#endsinger#endwalker spoilers#6.0 spoilers#spoilers#ffxiv spoilers#ff14 spoilers#opteekaalart
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In from the Cold (divergent)
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ff14#endwalker#ardbert hylfyst#endwalker spoilers#ew spoilers#6.0 spoilers#in from the cold#in which i remain mad ardbert go no real mention in EW#so i drew a fix it(?) comic#this doesn't even happen in ari's lore i just wanted to draw it#ari comics
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The Reunion Nobody Asked For
#endwalker spoilers#ew spoilers#gpose verse#ffxiv gpose#msq gpose#ffxiv msq#wolship#wol x emmanellain#6.0 spoilers
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#estinien varlineau#fourchenault leveilleur#ffxiv#endwalker#endwalkers spoilers#endwalker 6.0#6.0 spoilers#mine
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It's fucking bullshit there's not a single rain of blood during Stormblood. That means Stormblood is the only ffxiv release that lies to you.
Like. Final Fantasy XIV Online. Sure was an online game. Sucked shit so they nuked it. So then comes Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn. The game was rebuilt that realm sure was reborn. Both in the meta and also in the text.
Now Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward. There's like two floating continents we go to the alliance raids were about sky pirates litcherally the expansion that added flight as a mechanic. We sure fucking went Heavensward.
Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers. Your quest is literally shadowbringing. You banish the eternal light and bring back the night. Technically you're the only one really shadowbringing but your friends are helping so they're shadowbringers too.
Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker. Hey remember that quest. Yeah that quest. At the literal end of the expansion. Where you're forced to walk. Not run. Not fly. You HAVE to walk to the end. You get a status called endwalker. The quest you get after that is the final quest. Endwalker. They were not fucking subtle about that.
So i find that it's total BULLSHIT that Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood only has a metaphorical storm of fucking blood. "Ooooh a war is kinda like a storm of blood shed" don't come to me with that crap. You're the people who made the flight expansion be named "expansion where you literally go to the sky". Was it too much trouble have ONE scene with red rain? At least a little river of blood? I thought you guys were professionals but apparently i'm dealing with the fucking syrcus CIRCUS here. Unbelievable...
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#endwalker spoilers#shadowbringers spoilers#5.0 spoilers#6.0 spoilers#this post is clearly a joke i just legit think it's funny we don't even get a little blood rain in stormblood
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3. Tempest
Post 6.0, things are changing for the Scions.
They just haven't told all of them yet. So naturally, that becomes an issue.
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âBig things ahead for us, I should think,â Alphinaud chimed happily without looking up from the letter he had brought in to work on.Â
âHmm. Bigger than what we just finished?â Serella asked, her own focus deterred from goldsmithing between his comment and the ache in her ban.
âOh heavens, I should hope not! Many changes loom on the horizon, but much will feel familiar. It will be nice to go to ground again, so to speak. Not that we should hasten to our next task, of course, but having a plan is preferable.â
There was a peculiar pause thereâonly a few moments, but long enough that Serella caught the way he flitted his eyes toward her with as little movement as possible. Had she not stopped fiddling with her project, she might have missed it entirelyâŚwhich she suspected he had been hoping for.
âWhat do you mean,â she asked slowly, âwhen you say we will go to ground again?â
That got him to set his pen down, though he kept his eyes on the paper in front of him.Â
âWe Scions have been talkingââ
ââWithout me?â she asked with care.
âOh!â Alphinaud was startled into actually looking at her when he seemed to realize how horrible it sounded when put like that. âNo, not with the intent to leave you out of the discussion, of a certainty, but we thought to bring it up when you were perhaps a bit further along in recoveryââ
âWhat are you lot talking about, then? Whatâs this plan Iâll find out about later?â she pressed, already thin on patience.
Silence stretched for another few heartbeats, drawn out further by Alphinaudâs resumed refusal to look at her.
âIâ well, âtis hardly a plan just yet, butâŚgiven all that we have accomplished, and how far the Alliance has comeââ
âThe Grand Company of Eorzea.â Serella corrected him.
âYes, yes, the Grand Company,â Alphinaud hastily corrected, adding, âthough even that name change proves how far they have come. Far enough along that I believe it time for the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to slip back into the shadows. We aim to announce our disbandment upon your medical clearanceââ
âDisbandment?â Serella gawked.Â
âNot in truth! Only insofar as the official story will tell!â Alphinaud reassured, at last turning to her fully.
Serella wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the conversation, at the way he looked surprised that she might take umbrage with the notion.
âWe are an organization that has always worked in shadow in service to the starââ
âOh come off it,â she cut him off waspishly, âMinfilia called us the worst kept secret in Eorzea before we had even moved to the Rising Stones. If you think for one second we were ever fully hiddenââ
âI am under no such delusion.â Alphinaud huffed. âEven if only in principal, however, we were not outwardly acknowledged.â
âUntil Minfilia specifically declared that we would be a public institution. To be open and honest with the people we fight to save. And you would undermine that, Alphinaud?â
âThe world has changed, Serella,â he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, âto even begin to speculate on what Minfilia would do after all of this is a disservice to her memory.â
âAnd the choice to lie to our friends isnât? To our allies? After fighting alongside them in the name of truth and unity? When we have only barely started pulling back as arbiters for advanced technologies and mediators between peoples post-Calamity? For what purpose, even? So you wonât be pestered by the things they donât ask of us anymore?â she asked.
âNotânot lyingâwell, alright, âtis a lie, but one that we feelââ
âWe?â
ââis necessary. The city-states will continue to grow independent on their ownââ
âYou know they only asked us for help when they couldnât do what we did, yes? That such needs were why the Scions were even founded to begin with?â she pressed him. âI donât even particularly like the governments weâve worked with, and even I would not be so uncharitable as to consider them demanding.â
âThey did ask much of usââ he began.
She was having none of it, however, citing, âEorzea was losing to Garlemald when I joined the Scions. Do you even remember that? It was a lifetime ago, aye, but they didnât even ask us at firstâdo you not recall how close they came to surrendering? Now that they have the means to combat primals without the Echo and a cure for tempering, you cannot even trust them to restrain themselves from asking needless favors?â
ââTis not only up to meââ he sidestepped.
âBut you suggested it, Iâd wager.â She countered.
When the silence re-entered the room, it was incredulous. Stifling.Â
âThatâŚis a cruel assumption,â Alphinaud said slowly, eyes averted.
Unfazed, Serella blanched, âAm I wrong?â
Silence chimed in to answer on his behalf: of course he did.
âI think it more than fair for us to step back fromââ he tried to pivot.
âSo do that. Assign other Scions to Eorzeaâs care if you feel youâve done your part. Disbanding would displace dozens of our colleagues. How many of us have rooms in the Rising Stones with nowhere else to go? For how long was I one of those colleagues?â
âEveryone would remain on the payrollââ
âBut disbandment would require us to scatter. To âkeep up appearancesâ and give credence to the lie. Have you factored in where our colleagues will go? How long will we be scattered? What will happen to the Rising Stones and the Waking Sands?â
âWeâre barely starting the talks for this now, I know not what we will do to address these thingsââ he tried to argue.
âHave you told Estinien?â she asked pointedly. âDoes he get a vote?â
Silence once more interjectedâof course Estinien doesnât know yet.
Nor was he an Archon.
âWellâŚâ Alphinaud meandered.
âAfter all the effort the lot of you used to cajole him into joining, finally reassuring him heâs got a steady place to rest his lance outside of Ishgard, this is his thanks not even six moons on?! And what of the others?!â
âAs I said, weâre still working it outââ
âSo youâre bringing this to the table with no logistics, no plan, and nothing to act as a safety net for those of us that arenât Archons?â Serella pressed.
âWere our deaths not enough?â Alphinaud asked, tired. âI care for our comradesâ well being. You know I do. But I havenât the answers yet.â
âWere any of mine?â she countered. âYou got to come along for the full ride once, and that was enough, was it?â
âI know not why this is an argument,â he huffed, throwing his hands up in the air as he added, âI still want to work to help Garlemaldâyour betrothed leads the charge in thatââ
âWhich makes it all the more insulting you would have me lie to him. You would leave no organization behind the lot of you, nothing to help future generations, no âguiding lightâ like Louiââ
âI know,â Alphinaud said in a low voice, âwhat my grandfather wanted. And I know what we want.â
âAnd who is we, Alphinaud?â Serella asked again in a matching tone.
Silenceâs presence made itself known in the room again. It hummed in her ears, it buzzed in his blood.Â
âI thinkâŚI should go.â Alphinaud murmured, easing himself down from his chair. âMayhap we can revisit this once you are better. Youâre talking like you did years ago when you thought yourself alone.â
âAnd little wonder. You talk like you did when you thought to form the Braves. Youâve never seemed younger.â Serella quipped, already leaning back into her pillows.
If his flinch was any indication, Alphinaud understood it as the furthest thing from a compliment, yet silence saw him out of her room.
#ffxivwrite2024#ffxivwrite#alphinaud leveilleur#ffxiv#serella arcbane#endwalker spoilers#6.0 spoilers#is it obvious I'm deeply critical of this plot point#anyway it's a fun excuse to explore the Scions' biggest vice: their inability to unlearn academia#and all its institutionalized bullshit#it's easy to forget because most of them don't *behave* like book nerds but that's not what institutionalized academia is#ANYWAY I'm not gonna do all of the ffxivwrite prompts I'm just doing the ones that speak to me#it's fun to not be pressed about it#like I can just use the writing exercises for what they are
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#estinien varlineau#ffxiv estinien#estinien#ffxiv vrtra#vrtra#Radz-at-Han#FFXIV#moonlighting in this fandom still#grief watercolor#this is very mini#7x10#6.0 spoilers
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Amaurot, The Dead Ends and Conviction
Iâve been thinking a bit lately about the final dungeons of Shadowbringers and Endwalker, and how theyâre ultimately a last, desperate attempt on each expansionâs villain to convince you of the righteousness of their cause.
Amaurot is a story of a world gone mad. A story of the immense and horrifying efforts that its inhabitants went to in order to save it, and (left unsaid) the story of the scars it left on the survivors and their inability to escape them. In revealing all of this to you, Emet-Selch is baring his soul and sole motivation to you, showing you the infinite depths of his sincerity in his desire to bring back his people.
But this is also his final attempt to get through to you, to make you understand just why you should give up and let him win. Surely your feeble attempts at rising above your mediocrity cannot compare to the greatness of the ancients! Surely you now understand just how vital it is that you relinquish your people to help him save his own! Itâs a cheap, hollow ploy, a final dagger to level at you as he finally runs out of cards to play. But it wonât stop you.
Meteion, on the other hand, has seen it all before. Time and time again. Hers is not an attempt to sway you into saving anything, quite the opposite. She knows deep in her soul that every civilisation is doomed from the start to crumble into dust or self-destruct. The universe is a graveyard, screaming proof of her argument with a chorus of dead worlds. Why bother fighting at all? Why give your all when youâll only be met with silence and wasted energy?
But already youâve seen the cracks in her mask. Your friends and allies gave their very souls to prove otherwise, to convince you to keep walking despite the odds. And the very man who once tried to break your spirit and soul came to your aid and rekindled the hope in your breast and in hers. Her once unshakeable conviction is wavering, and the Dead Ends are her scrambling to put the mask back in its place, to convince herself and you that hers is the only way. End the cycle of suffering once and for all, join her in the song that will end life itself. But that song is not yours to sing.
The parallels are fairly obvious. Two antagonists pushed to the brink, their once invincible conviction suddenly tested and found wanting, making one last effort to make you stop. But neither one understands what pushes the Warrior of Light forward. Neither one can accept the need in your heart to stand tall and walk on. For those you have lost. For those you can yet save.
#ff14#final fantasy 14#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#shadowbringers spoilers#endwalker spoilers#5.0 spoilers#6.0 spoilers
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garden of etheirysly delights
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Everything.
#brotherly talks#Raam'a asked him what it was all for.#Was it worth it to not only sacrifice himself in Ultima Thule one time but twice just to return a friend to Sigrid from across the rifts#What could it have meant to him to make Raam'a almost lose another sibling in under a month?#6.0 spoilers#tankards tales#li'to#raam'a
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Emet-Selch planning the Garlean Empire: ok so high-tech floating fortresses that can contain dragons didn't go over so great
Emet-Selch: let's try cars.
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Kiss Day with the Elpis Crew
I drew this for Kiss Day last year. I still laugh at the Venat/Azem lmao
#ff14 fanart#ffxiv fanart#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#ff14 elpis#ffxiv elpis#hythlodaeus#venat#hades#hadestown#emet selch#hermes#endwalker spoilers#6.0 spoilers#ffxiv spoilers#ff14 spoilers#kiss day#kisses#opteekaalart
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Going through old files
Shoutout to that time I witnessed Emet completely miss the boss with LB and nuke the ground instead
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FFXIVWrite 2024 #6: Halcyon
(A/n: Yeah, first week definitely didn't have any motivation to write ideas, and not helped by me getting very invested in gaming that took up most of my time. x-x But I got this idea and wanted to see it done before the 24 hour deadline for prompts was finally set in place.
Set at the end of EndW 6.0, with the Scions. What does peace and the achievement of their original goal mean. So spoiler warning for the entire post-credits scenes.
Honestly, as a silly aside, I've been so sucked into Fields of Mistria, I'm almost tempted to try a farming sim au for a prompt just to scratch the itch with ffxiv write aha...
Word count: 1804)
Peace was an anomaly. Peace felt like being trapped in between the tense anticipation that it was all a ruse and something was going to happen, and the relief of feeling a weight lifted and silence descend upon a room.
There was nothing left to do, and there was everything left to do, because the world kept spinning, people woke up to a new day, and life continued on. Both the good and the bad of the world.
In the aftermath of their return from Old Sharlayan, the Rising Stones was trapped in that contradictory silence, unsure if they should be relishing it or remain on alert, ready to leap to attention for the next call. Then some chatter started to build here and there over the following days, about what could come next - Tataru had already laid claim to the headquarters for her own business, the twins were talking about connecting with the Ilsabard Contingent to help where they could, Gâraha and Krile both made it clear that rebuilding the Students was their main priority, and in amongst it all were various voices all yearning to travel the open road freely. Some like Estinien even voicing a desire to wander alone, already used to solitude like an old friend.
None of it quite said in hushed tones, like it was somehow a betrayal to be talking about other plans. If anything there was already a sense of quiet acceptance amongst the Scions, yet not quite ready to voice it aloud and confirm it.
Not least till Fhara asked the question.
âSo what happens now?â The silence within the room was deafening, no-one knowing how to respond.
As it stretched on, to the point that someone would surely burst, it was only fitting then that Alphinaud was the one to respond, looking like heâd been thinking carefully about his response.
âThe Scions were created to safeguard Eorzea from forces that would threaten its peoples. Those forces were primarily that of the Garlean Empire and the primals, both of which were but puppets at the hands of the Ascians. As it is now, all of these threats have been eliminated. While certainly, we could continue on in advisory roles to maintain the peace that has been brought to Eorzea, in truthâŚthereâs no more reason for the Scions to continue. Our duty is done.â Despite his even tone, relaying what everyone else in the room knew to be true, there was a crease in his brow that said that even he wasnât sure of the outcome. It couldnât be denied, and perhaps it was even for the best, but the uncertainty lingered all the same.
Thancred wasnât quite as torn, instead agreeing easily with a steady nod. âAye, it wouldnât do to have the city states over reliant on us to help with their every problem. Though even they seem to realise it since we havenât received any further reports or requests since the Finals Days were halted.â
âSo we just go our separate ways then and call it done? Just like that?â The crowd parted to look at Aenor after her plea. A small cluster of hushed mumbling started to ripple through the crowd, uncertain looks cast between each other.
âMayhap weâre lingering on the dismay one would feel at bringing a venture to a close. The fact that we have succeeded in our primary goal should be a source of great satisfaction, though I well understand that there is sadness in parting,â Yâshtola spoke up in reply, arms crossed but a satisfied smile curling upon her lips, âBut instead, I would re-evaluate what a separation of our order would mean for us - we have forged lasting connections with all present, connections we know we can trust should we need assistance in the future. And even should a problem arise that is large enough to require our full order once again, I have no doubt that we all would answer the call to face it.â
The thrum of voices changed their tune to that of agreement, though wariness was still set upon most expressions.
âNo-one here is doubting that, nor the need to disband a group thatâs done its job,â Riol added, silencing the hush somewhat, âI think weâre all just feeling a tad worried about just cutting off after how long weâve all been cosied up together. Aye weâll all move on after some time, but yâknowâŚâ Another rush of agreed whispers followed his statement.
âPerhaps a more agreeable middle ground would be needed,â Alisaie suggested, already seeing that her brother was once again in deep thought as the din picked up again. He cast a look at her, a look of understanding crossing his expression.
âIt is just a matter of semantics, but the specifics of it all neednât really matter, would it,â he mumbled, clearly in answer to his own thought. Fhara and Alisaie, in immediate earshot to even hear him, shared curious looks, heads tilting and Fharaâs ear flicking.
âIt would be as simple as making the orderâs disbandment official for the public and city states, that they need no longer turn to us for aid as we no longer exist. But official designations neednât really change how we perceive each other,â he said, speaking up to be heard.Â
âPerhaps it is just about the words and titles, and maybe it still wonât change the concern you all feel, especially given there is little difference between official and unofficial with a separation. To no longer be bound to a group does bring its own advantages, such as the freedom to venture forth to new horizons and to take on new jobs and skills. Even if we leave here no longer able to call ourselves Scions, does it really change what we are to each other? We are all comrades in arms for all the trials weâve spent together, Scion or no.â
The initial lack of response made Alphinaud nervous, his somewhat hopeful mien drooping as silence greeted him.
âSounds right mushy to me, but I wouldnât expect any less from this lot,â one voice finally hollered from the small cluster, a hearty laugh taking off any sting from the words after and spreading through the group.
âIâve always been rather proud to call myself a Scion,â Clemence piped up from next to her sister, âWorking with everyone here, and being able to say I was part of something extraordinary for the sake of Eorzea. But maybe youâre right that it is a change of thinking that would help, and it may take some time to adjust, but Iâm no less a Scion just because I canât call myself one after this.â
For the first time that evening, the rustle of the crowd sounded more optimistic. The chatter once again moving onto the future and what everyone should move onto, but now without the lingering tension that there was an elephant left unaddressed in the room.
âIt really is as simple as that then,â Fhara said, ears still lying low on her head, âSimply Scions at heart?â She shuffled on the spot, making the twins cast another look between them.
âIt will be difficult to adjust for many,â Yâshtola said, joining their cluster. She cast her eyes over the hall, seeing how everyone broke off into smaller groups for their chatter, before falling upon Fhara, âThough I would understand if you were just as attached to our order as anyone, for how integral you have been all this time.â
Fharaâs lips quirked into a sheepish grin, confessing, âIâll miss having somewhere to call home, knowing everyone was always here.â Her earnest statement struck those in earshot, even as the cheerful din continued around them.
âWe all will. But some things reach their end, and as has been repeated ad nauseum, we will all keep in touch. Iâd be willing to keep everyone updated on matters in Garlemald as often as I can, and I would trust you all to come at the first ring if we had need of assistance,â Alphinaud said, trying to offer a reassuring smile.
âWell, even with all this talk of calling for aid when needed, Iâll be the first to say I shall not be calling on you,â Alisaie stated firmly, hands on her hips and expression stern as she faced Fhara. Fharaâs ears perked up, taken aback by the statement.
âYou have done enough as it is, nearly dying several times over for Eorzea and this star. Just because you feel compelled to help at the first request doesnât mean Iâll be taking advantage of you. Weâll be handling matters on our own, wonât we brother?â He didnât even get to respond as she continued, though he still smiled fondly at his sisterâs insistence and the feelings he knew lay behind her words.
âYou are going to enjoy this time of peace we earned. Even if you donât sit still for it, even if youâre off traversing the land once more, this is your time now. And I can think of one positive for you specifically that would come from the Scions disbandment.â
Fharaâs ear flicked again in curiosity.
âThe Warrior of Light has become so intertwined with the Scions, I can see people assuming you would hang up the mantle alongside us. I would hope that maybe you can finally enjoy life without the weight of your reputation, even if youâre still compelled to help everyone,â Alisaie said, expression finally softening into a smile.
âNo more the expectation of the title, and more the personâs character,â Yâshtola summarised, âA fine idea, and one we can all look forward to as we cast aside our roles as Scions. Your reputation may linger for the longest out of us all, but eventually even you would fade to a simple adventurer that comes to the aid of others.â
The more the idea stirred in her mind, the more a smile grew upon Fharaâs face, till she nodded.
âI do like the thought of that. Iâve made enough stories to pass onto others, but itâll be nice to be just another figure in the crowd.â
The talk continued late into the night before people finally separated into their dorms, letters penned by candlelight in the Solar ready to be shipped off by Postmoogle the next day to the city states. And all would begin the countdown to their Final Days within those walls.
Peace meant dinners marked with storytelling of their finest adventures and successes. Peace meant packing boxes and replacing them anew with Tataruâs work to fill the space, even as she saw her friends prepare to leave their home while she still stayed. Peace meant friends parting ways, separating for different horizons yet ever knowing they would rise to the occasion should the call come for them.
#ffxivwrite#ffxivwrite2024#final fantasy xiv#endwalker#6.0 spoilers#scions of the seventh dawn#alphinaud leveilleur#y'shtola rhul#alisaie leveilleur#thancred waters#fhara laali#my wol#keeper of the moon miqo'te#trying to list the speaking roles at least
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