#Ahriman (FFXIV)

[or-fi-s]

Wing-it TF for bobjoestevebill

She learned this old Mhachi trick to become beautiful and powerful! Conjurers hate her!

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[gigifujijifu]

I enjoyed spending time with the voidsent again for All Saints' Wake this year ♥

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[uchivstheworld]

FF Bestiary entry 1 - Ahriman

[cherubicwitch]

fear not your nature, young one, you will survive this

[the-wardens-torch]

I guess this means I didn't win the grand prize for Blinky Jr. but I wasn't expecting to anyway and this very apropos prize was all I really wanted! ...And I guess I held myself in meaningless and unnecessary suspense for 3 weeks because SE did outright say that the winners were chosen on 7/29, but that the actual prizes wouldn't be delivered until late August. Didn't read the fine print... I suppose its due to my two tiny human eyes, which lack the visual acuity and sheer cuteness of this one gigantic eye.

I love it so much! And look at the cute little wingy motif on the back where the tail attaches!

This also made me realize that none of Fal's current glams show his neckwear. It'll also be a challenge to find a glam that shows it off decently. But fuck it, we eyeball!

[skinnychocobo]

I completed this a month after halloween! But this is just something to prove to myself that I can get my flow of work back

i modelled the structures in sketch up and then built everything around the shelves. (BAD IDEA.) THEN I added the foreground things in (like carra.) She’s celebrating the spooky season with some voidsent friends and Clarke (ahriman, life long haunt, etc)

Note to self: make fucking thumbnails before you build something around a subject you never intended to be the focal point.

andddd thats the final thing in my queue :D

[iggyfing]

oh man i was wondering if/how littol dragon would perch on her. best thing is he’ll stay like that even as i’m running around. still no luck trying to get the last piece of the demon fending set but this is delightful.

[selnyam]

FFXIV Write 2024: Memory

Excerpt from the notes of Cocobuki, documenting the daily work of the Thaumaterge’s Guild

We had a new applicant today, and while this happens almost daily I wanted to make special note of this one.  A fresh arrival to the city, she was a Viera.  Viera are already uncommon to these desert lands, but she was especially strange.  Lop ears, pink hair, and most curious of all complete amnesia.  

She could speak, and had a basic grasp of simple things, but as to her name or where she was there was nothing.  She had never heard of Ul’dah, Thanalan, even Eorzea.  She told us she had awoken on the side of the road to the west, north of the Silver Bazaar.  She’d arrived in the city and Momodi had suggested she try adventuring, that maybe that would allow her to meet many people and to travel.  That in doing so she might perhaps encounter someone who knew her, or that something would spark her memory.

Initial testing of this Miss Flidais proved impressive.  She took to our art with a speed I’ve not seen from anyone.  A speed that suggests she’s studied some similar magics.  We don’t recognize her, but Viera are incredibly long lived and age so slowly, so Cocobezi is searching some old records to see if she shows up.

The other matter, and the part we will have to watch carefully…

Every onze of her, her entire font of aether was suffused with the Void.  We’ve dealt with imps and ahriman with less Void presence than she has.  

However she shared none of the traits of Voidsent or those who make pacts with them.  None of the thirst for living aether, of anger or rage.  

She was by all accounts, a drake out of sand.  A lost woman trying to learn about the world, with an excitement to meet people and a thirst for knowledge.  We will keep an eye on her, but hopefully whatever her past was, whoever she is…

If she has some dark past, some terrible actions that led to her memory loss or to be so marked by Darkness…

I hope she never remembers.

The Piercing Eye, The Duke of Destruction, The Archmage of Annihilation, Cocobuki Lolobuki

[briar-ffxiv]

Ahriman - How do you react to being stared at? Obviously stared at.

FFXIV “Creatures of Eorzea” Character Development Prompt!

Ahriman - How do you react to being stared at? Obviously stared at.

Being openly stared at, even if not in a hostile way, would make Briar extremely skittish and uneasy. He doesn't like to be the centre of attention or too 'noticed'. He would be rather confused as to why anyone would want to stare at him and assume he'd done something to perhaps offend or annoy them.

If he was with someone he was comfortable with, Briar would probably try to edge around that person to break the line of sight while keeping an eye on the person watching him. If he was alone, Briar would probably try to find another way to get out of their sight and slip away due to his nerves.

Assuming Briar could not get out of view, he'd likely do a lot of fidgeting, hand-wringing, and nervous side-glancing at them to try and get a read on the situation and figure out how to handle it.

@cadrenebula- thank you for the ask!

[rhela-xiv]

Memoria

FFXIV Garlean OC

TW: referenced war, death

Spoilers: 6.x+

It was just before dawn when Rhela halted her bike just past the gates of Camp Bluefog. She sighed and shut the engine off, sitting back in the saddle slightly as she pulled out her tobacco pouch and used the tank in front of her as a table to roll a cigarette. The sun would take hours to break through the ambient fog, if it did at all. One foot balanced on the ground, holding up the weight of the massive motorcycle, and the other rested on the opposite foot peg. She sparked her lighter and cupped a wrapped hand around the flame as she brought it up to the roll between her lips. 

Peistes and who knew what all else moved in the darkness beyond the gate lamps as she stared down the road at the faint glow of the ceruleum plant. Not for the first time, she considered turning back and going up to Mor Dhona first. Picking up a drink for herself, maybe spending the night there before making another attempt at the Castrum tomorrow.

Rhela took a slow drag, squinting through the scrim of smoke as she exhaled. It was a bad time to be doing this trip at all, with her mental state being what it was. But she’d planned it before everything had gone to shit. She pulled her tomestone out and clicked the screen on, not surprised to see no new messages. Anyone who might reach out was either drunk or had already gone to sleep. Delaying another day to spend the night in Mor Dhona wouldn’t make things any better. She pocketed the device again and kept staring into the murky darkness as she smoked.

Behind her, bells sounded the guard change. Once upon a time, this had been a strategically significant post. Now, it was just a sleepy little camp on the way to somewhere else.

“That time again?,” a familiar voice called out from the top of the wall.

“Aye,” Rhela called back, exhaling smoke into the fog.

“New bike?”

“Starlight gift.”

The guard whose name she had never bothered to learn whistled. “Must be someone special.” Rhela chuckled and shook her head. “We’ve been getting more reports of Ahriman. Watch yourself out there.”

She flicked her cigarette away. “Always do.” She hopped up to kick the engine over, and everything else was lost under the roar as she sped off once again.

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Castrum Meridianum loomed large overhead as Rhela pushed her bike behind a long-abandoned barricade and threw the cover over it. The outer walls looked as sturdy as ever — a bastion of the Empire, of the XIVth Legion. Both long dead. She made her slow way up the last part of the hill to the remains of the cairn she’d built the last time. Someone had knocked it down again. Every time. For all she knew, it was the guard at Bluefog.

Seventy nine stones.

It took Rhela most of the morning to collect them again, and stack them back into the rough pyramid she’d fashioned the first year. 

Seventy nine names.

She remembered them all. Garleans and Ala Mhigans, mostly. A few from the far flung provinces of the Empire. Sons and daughters and orphans. Fathers. Friends. Lovers. Brothers, to each other.

Seventy nine lives.

Titus’s men. And then her men, however briefly. So many lives were lost that day, but these. These were hers. And she had failed them all. Rhela knelt before the insufficient memorial in silence.

Eventually, she pulled her flask from her hip and uncapped it, dumping a bit over the stones. Tapped the container on the ground before taking a drink.

“Just one, this time.” She smiled and screwed the top shut before tucking the flask away again. “Sure isn’t the future we imagined, is it? But… I’m still here. World’s changing so fast, people are moving on. Heard the other day that what’s left of the senate made a trade agreement with Radz-at-Han. Guess the world almost ending puts things in perspective.”

Rhela sat back and rolled another cigarette, lighting it and smoking in silence after. More words would come eventually. Or they wouldn’t. She doubted the dead minded much, either way.

[druidofdarkness]

i love ALL of these titles, but i'll ask about On Dusk and Dawn (In the Blackest Night)!

WIP Ask Meme!

The clocks I keep in my home and workshop have a dial for the hour, and a dial for the sun and moon. Such clocks are a matter of fancy for those on the surface--but in the Halloween Hills, it is purely functional. Not that it matters overmuch whether the sun has risen or set for most purposes, but it’s nice to have an idea of what the rest of the isle is experiencing without having to go out to the Wildwoods to check. Mine is truly a city that never sleeps, but it has its rhythms: the adventurous vampires go out by night. Vampire hunters tend to be most active at dusk and dawn, trying to catch their marks near the gate. Guild business and visits from other druids tend to come in daylight hours. So when Vohu turned up at my door at two o’clock in his morning, with his sword at his side, I knew something was amiss.

This is one that I started after some of the discussion in the server about Dameon's father and the fall of Thais! It's told by Rashnu, but prominently features Vohu Manah--which is why it has the subtitle. "On Dusk and Dawn" follows Rashnu's naming convention, and "In the Blackest Night" is a reference (as all of Vohu's titles are), specifically to this line from FFXIV:

In your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?

I wanted this reference partially as a hat-tip to some of my longstanding headcanons: I've always thought Rashnu should have a very powerful Dark Shield spell, and realized after four years of playing XIV that this thing I had imagined was literally Dark Knight's most useful damage mitigation, "The Blackest Night."

I haven't completely nailed down the progression of the plot yet, but I really want to play with the fact that the Light has sided with Ahriman, and the Dark balances the scales. Having a druid of darkness, putting that up with agriculture and wisdom in terms of aspects of human* culture that must be protected, is just really fascinating to me and I want to explore it as much as possible XD

*human, elf, vampire--even the vampires don't like having demons in their business. Mabel's husband says to Rhen that he senses great "evil" under the cathedral, and that it could be a demon but Rashnu protects them from such "evil." Thought that was VERY interesting.

[sunscale-ffxiv]

10. Ahriman - How do you react to being stared at? Obviously stared at.

FFXIV “Creatures of Eorzea” Character Development Prompt!

10. Ahriman - How do you react to being stared at? Obviously stared at.

It depends on what kind of staring it is really! If it's just a curious child or the like, Kai is inclined to be relaxed and friendly and not mind since he knows no harm is intended.

If someone's staring at him with interest or as if they find him attractive, he's prone to look back, probably wink and maybe even pose a little playfully because then it's just a fun game.

If it's someone looking at him with disgust or other ill intentions, Kai's still likely to look back, but in a lot less friendly way. Threatening eye-contact, showing a mouthful of crocodile teeth in a nasty smile, and basically being outright challenging is his go-to in that situation.

@valdiis - thank you for the ask!

[rizardofether]

I hyperfocused on FFXIV too hard and haven't even posted about my new characters. I got my first three to around 50 and finished the base ARR. Unlocked RDM for Mitsuyori as well.

They looked so unimpressed at the starfall vision. It was very funny.

Redid Dei's look. Twice. I had to do so much PvP stuff but I wanted the cool skins. I wanted the monk top at first but it had too many additional things hanging from it which bothered me.

The Ahriman mount riding pose surprised me. I have never used this mount even if I've gotten it since I got the points for it. A boy(gender neutral) and their voidsent.

Got Nonorya's look together, even changed the hand and feet pieces but I didn't take screenshots of them. Had to go in and take a screenshot for this post in the middle of making it. Still have plans for weapon and armor skins I want him to have but not enough gil.

Got patted as Nonorya so his cuteness tactic seems to be working well.

[enolareven]

[FFXIV RP/OC Short Story]

Nergui Qestir: A Mystery Unveiled

(part 5)

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His footsteps trampled through shallow pools of water on pale stone. Chatters, shrieks, and howls of wind filled the scene with ambient sound. One-eyed winged creatures known as ahriman still flew around the area, coming from the rifts that sometimes still came up around the old Haukke Manor, where a succubus known as Lady Almandine was slain by his own flames in a time that felt very long ago.

It was not to fear; the creatures were too weak, and smart enough not to bother the Au Ri mage below them who excuded a scent of extremely powerful aether that was oddly umbral-aspected for a mortal of this world.

The manor inside was quiet. Barely a sound could be heard besides the echoes of Nergui's footsteps through its halls. He thought he heard the flapping of wings somewhere, but it was surely nothing to worry about. Just another ahriman, or perhaps an imp or succubus that had no intention of going anywhere near him.

The library inside was dimly lit and covered in cobwebs. No one ever came by this place but a few adventurers and looters looking for valuables, maybe some scholars out to study the voidsent. He stood by the spot he saw in his vision - the corner of a room, a bookshelf with a tall candelabra beside it. The candles were burnt out, so he replaced them with a few of his own white taper candles that he'd brought and lit them.

He sat down on the floor with legs crossed. It felt calm here, so quiet and solitary. He almost wanted to stay and just relax on the lonely old dusty sofa, and read whatever was on the shelves without thinking of much else. He removed the stole, a purple candle, an amethyst, some incense, and the obsidian and turquoise pair his bag. He set them out in a little spell circle on the floor before attempting to meditate and call the echo into action.

A long time passed, but nothing happened. No echo. Not even a new vision or irrelevant thought. His mind remained blank and peaceful.

Sighing heavily in defeat, Nergui's eyes opened and he collected his tools into the bag again, slung it over his arm, and retreated from the manor. It was dark out, with a clear sky lit up by billions of stars and full moonlight. He smiled up at it on the way back to his shop. There, he would reorganize, enjoy a good evening meal, and sleep in the little Steppe-style bed he'd set up in the corner. The shoppe had become something of a home for him lately, though he did plan not to let his little personal dwelling in Ishgard grow too lonely.

As he laid on the bed staring at the cieling above, the little black cat he adopted roamed around the shop, where it was looked after by the staff. He held a rough-looking lilac stole in his hands, gently massaging the soft fabric.

"....The Haukke Manor must not have anything to do with my mother...or whoever owned this stole...but what is the connection? I also saw the thirteenth reflection's fallen kingdom of Troia in another meditation...I doubt it has anything directly to do with her either, but...perhaps it's that the void, or voidsent, had something to do with what I saw."

Before falling asleep with dreams of hunting and gathering on the Steppe, he decided to keep the stole with him wherever he went just in case he stumbled upon some piece of the puzzle. Perhaps tomorrow he could try visiting his homeland again, and staying until he found more explanations. He could certainly see more of the woman's past in the very place she once lived.

[cherubicwitch]

auraugust: danger 👹 "Make no mistake, young one, you are the one in danger."

[the-wardens-torch]

Vote For Blinky Jr.!

Friends!  I occasionally get crafty, and I needle-felted this little creechur for my best friend @adeat​ awhile ago.  I was so proud of how he turned out (pride is a rare occurrence for me hahaff) that I decided to enter him in the FanFest art contest, and he got into the finals!

Entry #C-21 in Crafted Physical Works

The story behind this little guy is that when adeat got his first house on FFXIV back in HW (I think?), I gifted him a little in-game stuffed Ahriman that I crafted just for him. We've since changed servers and houses a few times, but he's always kept this Ahriman on display somewhere and it warms my heart that he values him (and thusly our friendship) so highly.

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