#Bartholomew estheim

[akimojo]

i just realized I forgot to post my new magnum opus

[moonilit]

13 cast in my AU where they live on pulse and no one get sucked into an alternative demotion

[fyresaber]

another of ffxiii’s shortcomings was bartholomew very much should’ve been worse. or at least more grey

i get that lightning was too busy making up (out) with snow but narratively since she is paralleled to bartholomew in her absentee parentage of serah, it would have been interesting to initially have barty disapprove of hope’s l’ciedom the way light did with her own daughter. light would now be in a position where it falls on her to diffuse the tension and stand in hope’s corner, where she failed before with serah. she gets a second chance to prove she’s changed in her regret. secondarily it perpetuates her fulfillment of snow as her ideal self, since she's put in the place he was at her birthday dinner table.

and ykw it still could’ve happened after she made up (out) with snow. the triple whammy of finding out his wife is dead, the man responsible is on her knees in front of him, and his only white-collar son is now a l’cie could NOT have left barty as congenial as canon presented if he really was the man hope had been spiteful of.

it also has never made sense to me why, after the cavalry shows, they’d choose to leave bartholomew behind. any status, job, or elitism he had has already been compromised. in revision to make it more sensible either he could've rebuffed hope, which would delineate and elevate lightning’s morals and character above him (because she chased after serah where he didn't his son), causing them to intentionally leave him behind, or they intentionally leave him behind as a PSICOM mole, which i think would have been the more interesting way forward and wouldn’t have sacrificed hope’s reconciliation and resulting emotional resolve.

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Here are some more screenshots, this time for the characters from Final Fantasy XIII! As always, each character has their own folder. Please like or reblog this post if you're planning on use them. Some screenshots may be blurry or out of focus as I haven’t gone through them with a fine toothed comb.

Alexander (274)

Amodar (316)

Bahamut (73)

Bartholomew Estheim (1,109)

Brynhilde (149)

Cid Raines (1,447)

Dajh Katzroy (560)

Gadot (1,149)

Galenth Dysley (1,864)

Hecatonchier (24)

Hope Estheim (18,876)

Jihl Nabaat (1,117)

Lebreau (595)

Lightning Farron (25,157)

Maqui (484)

Nora Estheim (650)

Odin (234)

Oerba Dia Vanille (23,980)

Oerba Yun Fang (11,711)

Orphan (502)

Ragnorok (226)

Rygdea (348)

Sazh Katzroy (18,919)

Serah Farron (4,449)

Shiva (190)

Snow Villiers (20,012)

Yaag Rosch (1,501)

Yuj (446)

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[stephanythedramaqueen]

I'm new to FF and saw your post about Nomura disliking Noctis. It's a shame because Noctis is lovable character, wish his ending could be better though. So far, the best protagonists: Cloud Strife, Lightning Farron, and Noctis Lucis Caelum. Best boys (who broke my heart): Zack Fair, Nyx Ulric, Sazh Katzroy. Best girls: all ffvii girls (except scarlet) and Oerba Yun Fang. Best trash: Hojo, Luna, Bartholomew Estheim and his wife

Nomura has been on the Noctis hate train ever since Square Enix forcibly pulled Nomura from the Versus XIII/FFXV project. He has been bitter and mad from then on, to the point of being so petty that he created ��Verum Rex’ in his KH3 bc he said fuck that shit Tabata made 😂😂 the fact that it translate to ‘true king’ with a replica of Noctis as the MC says as much.

As he should. I have so much bad memories on XV now.

You would hate me if I said I don’t even agree on Noctis being the best FF protagonist (forgive me) I’d easily replace him with Zidane, Terra or my homeboy Squall. And I know you would NOT hate me when I say Lunafreya fucking Fleuret is the worst ff character of all time. OF ALL TIME. Words cannot describe how much I detest that character.

Anyway so true! All FFVII girlies are best girlies! The remake series emphasizes it even more but having played Rebirth when it came out and bc I have a giant weakness for her since ‘06ish, Yuffie has always been a favorite. Rebirth made my girl cuter and more of a badass than ever. This trilogy has my whole heart.

Please don’t be afraid of coming off anon for any FF talk. (Unless me being a Kendrick Lamar type of hater towards Maryfreya Sue would bother you then I’d advice against it) I still love FF and I still am sorta hyperfixated on FFVII stuff bc of the trilogy. I’ve played the OG more than a decade ago but the remakes are amazing. You might also get word-vomited by me about Vincent Valentine. Ye be warned.

I hope you’ll like the other games too! Muah muah 🫶🏾

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[miphasinori]

[givelightningherharem]

Y'all pls open your eyes to Rygdea x Bartholomew like wow, the ffxiii novels has so much rygmew content it's not even funny

[hobo-chancellor]

He was a wild child!

[justanotherbattle]

🥰

re-reading this wonderful fic so I had to doodle about it

thank u @shamera

[cactuarenthusiast]

// omg @ anon asking about tal’s parents-- i have no fleshed-out HCs about them just yet but to sum it all up:

[razieltwelve]

Five Times Grand Marshal Farron Got Stupidly Drunk (The Vestige)

Normally a bastion of reliability and calm even during the worst of crises, there have been times when the grand marshal had no other option than to get stupidly drunk. Here are five times that happened:

When her daughters decided to join the Eidolon Program behind her back. She might also have threatened to shoot everyone involved before being physically restrained by Fang, Serah, and Nora. Bad leg or not, she wanted blood.

When a new Eidolon was finally commissioned with the name Alexander. The original had been piloted by Amodar and Bartholomew Estheim.

When they finally won the Second Breach War. All of the marshals got together. Lightning promptly decided to prove her superiority by attempting to drink all of them under the table. Her success is a matter of debate since all of them were too drunk to remember who won. She still claims, to this day, that she won.

When Vanille revealed that the Eidolon her daughters would be piloting was the newly refurbished Odin. Odin had never lost in battle before, nor had it ever lost a pilot. Lightning could only hope that remained true (it did).

When Lightning found out she would become a grandmother for the first time.

[toranoya]

Hope

Hope is a guy! lol. Sorry @burnslikefire​ , couldn’t help but tease. :) Not really a muse anymore, but he tends to pop in when I need a Healer. :)

Hope Estheim is a playable character in Final Fantasy XIII, who also appears in a vital supporting role in Final Fantasy XIII-2 and Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII. He is Nora and Bartholomew Estheim's son.

[dresspheres]

Final Fantasy XIII | Bartholomew Estheim | 98 Icons

98 Icons for Bartholomew Estheim from Final Fantasy XIII.

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[shamera]

I know it’s been awhile, but I’d like to offer a plot bunny for your thinking pleasure to the part of you that still loves FF13: Hope Estheim as Jojo Rabbit

I literally just watched the movie after I got this and the parallels are FANTASTIC I LOVE IT THANK YOU and there is at all times a large part of me that loves FFXIII and Hope is my number one baebhu. XD

Hope never considered himself the bravest child in his class, but he also never thought of himself a coward. Uninterested in what others deemed fascinating, maybe, smart enough to know when to run away, maybe... But when the noises started in his home and it was only him and his mom for the week since dad had to leave for a trip to Eden... 

Well. He first suspected ghosts. Then critters, maybe, although that was absurd in Felix Heights and he was outraged by his own theories because despite his mom’s interest in strangely grown foods, she was fastidious and he wasn’t raised to be an untidy child-- there was no way that any critters would survive in the steel walls of their home. Thus armed with a free afternoon, a flashlight, and a recording device in case they did have to call animal control because Hope wasn’t dumb enough to try and tackle this on his own when he knew next to nothing of what could be in his walls (if lucky, it was just incorrectly placed pipes), he made it a mission to investigate the noises around his home. 

What he didn’t expect, crouched down on all fours and frowning at lines near the wall like the scraping of furniture, was for the wall to open up and for a woman to dart out like lightning, fast and strong as she scooped him up in one fluid motion to bind his arms and cover his mouth before he could even think of shouting in alarm.

His little recorder fell to the ground with a clatter as his legs dangled.

“Fang!” A pitched, feminine voice protested as Hope tried to scream against the hand cupped firmly against his face. “Fang, stop!”

It wasn’t just one-- but two-- women who darted out from the darkness where the wall opened up, both dressed in strange clothing. He couldn’t see the one holding him tightly with one arm locked around his arms and torso and the other covering his mouth (and nose) smelling of dust and earth, but he could clearly see the other, who looked thin and young with wide green eyes and sallow skin as if she hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. 

“Don’t hurt him,” the girl said, arms up in a calming gesture, “let’s just let him go, okay?”

“Not now he’s seen us,” was the tone of an older woman behind him, the one holding him so tightly he could barely struggle enough to kick. The voice was strange, the accent was strange, and their very persons inspired a spike of fear in him that was more than the fact that they were strangers in his home, holding him hostage. “Shouldn’t have been rummaging around, this one. Everything would have been fine had you run along outside the house to play with your little friends.”

Hope could barely manage a choked off noise at a pitch he would have been embarrassed by any other day. They--!

“He’s just a kid,” the younger girl said mournfully. “He doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

“Yeah? Well, kids grow up and then suddenly they’re the enemy between one day and the next. They’re all like that here.”

“Not everyone.” The girl said quietly, and they must have shared a look that Hope wasn’t privy to before after a very tense minute where Hope was sure that he was going to be killed via having his neck snapped by the steel arms trapping him, he was finally set back on his feet again. 

Only to collapse as his nerves refused to cooperate with him. 

The girl who spoke up for him knelt on the ground before him, smiling tentatively as Hope shook and tried to push himself away from her, only to hit the unforgiving wall. 

“Hey there,” she said gently, as if speaking to a scared animal, “you’re Hope, right? I’m Vanille. You don’t have to be scared.”

Enemy, the woman (Fang) said. 

“You’re from Pulse,” he blurted out, brain misfiring in his shock and fear. He could see the girl before him flinch slightly, but barely registered it as his mind raced with panic because how how how the war was supposed to be so far away! The latest information said that they suspected there were spies in Bodhum, but even that was distant to him and how could anyone have reached Palumpolum? 

Pulse was hell, the textbooks wrote. Filled with monsters and death, and the people who resided there beastly and gruesome in order to survive the world below them. Those from Pulse were raging war on Cocoon because they wanted the floating planet for themselves, because Cocoon was peace and oasis and protection, and they didn’t care that there were already people who lived there who wouldn’t be able to survive the brutal fires of Pulse. 

“Yeah, and what of it?” The voice above him challenged, and Hope jerked his head up to look at the woman looming over him, a deep frown above crossed arms. “You got a problem with that, kid?”

If he had proper survival instincts, Hope would have shook his head and gotten the hell out of dodge, but somehow a few wires must have gotten crossed because instead he snapped back from where he was still shaking on the ground, “You’re not allowed to be here! The Sanctum will find you!”

Because even if his dad wasn’t a Sanctum soldier, Bartholomew Estheim worked (peripherally) for the Sanctum, and he’s bound to find out about this situation, and Hope was really regretting the fact that he didn’t carry his boomerang on his person at all times because he was at home and his mom had laughed at him and pinched his cheeks when he mentioned how he should have a weapon at all times because of the war with Pulse-- she sunk her knuckles into his hair at the insinuation that she couldn’t protect her own son until Hope yelped and relented to only keep his pouch on him when he left the house. 

“Yeah?” In one quick movement that had Hope scrambling back until his knees were pulled to his chest in a futile effort to avoid the older woman because enemy enemy and threat as she grinned full of teeth, “guess what, then?”

“We’re allowed,” the younger-- Vanille-- interrupted, drawing Hope’s attention up to her even as he darted his eyes to her (too close!) companion, his heart racing a mile a minute. Vanille looked less threatening, and she was smiling apologetically at him. “Your mom let us in. So we’re not intruders.”

(”And why, pray tell,” Nora Estheim said with one arm over Hope’s shoulders as she tugged on his ear playfully and he made disgruntled noises and tried to lean away from her, “would you need a weapon at home? You know how I feel about this whole war, Hope. I don’t want any reminders at the dinner table, you hear me? None of your toys!”)

“And besides,” Vanille continued, leaning down slightly so that Hope was crowded by the both of them with no way to escape. She sounded a little regretful, adding before Hope could process the idea that his mom knew about this, knew that there were enemies hiding in the house and specifically told him not to carry anything that might help him fight back-- Vanille was pointing to her companion’s shoulder, and Hope followed her finger to see a seared white mess of lines on tanned skin. “We’re marked, you know.”

l’Cie. Whatever panic was running through his veins earlier was nothing to the blind terror behind his eyes now.

“You can’t tell on us,” the younger girl told him, and suddenly she was even scarier than Fang’s sharp smile. “If you do, then your Sanctum won’t just take us away, they’ll purge your whole family, too. Maybe your whole city. And that’s all your friends, isn’t it?”

Pulse, Hope thought through the thick haze of frenzied thoughts, was hell. Pulse l’Cie were even worse. 

Vanille was crouched in front of him now, looking demure and guileless as she rested her chin in her hands and attempted a strained smile. 

“So I’m afraid you’re gunna have to help hide us now too, Mr. Hope Estheim!”

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Final Fantasy XIII NPCs

Serah is Lightning's younger sister. She plays a pivotal role throughout the game

Chocolina is a Chocobo Chick Sazh bought for Dajh. In this game her name is unknown (find out in XIII 2 and Lightning Returns).

Nora is Hope's mother who sadly died during the Purge

Bartholomew is Hope's father

Rygdea is part of the Cavalry