#Eloise plays ffxiv

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what i say when i'm trying to get people to play ffxiv: there's such an incredible amount of content that there's something for everyone. you get an intricate jrpg plot with fantastic characters and worldbuilding that also makes YOUR character feel like an actual person somehow despite the limitations that come with customisable pcs. there's 21 different combat classes which you can all do on one character so there's always something new to learn and improve upon, but if you want to specialise that's totally cool too! there's raiding obviously but if you're not into that there's all sorts of side things like crafting, fishing (yes this is its own category), housing, island sanctuary, pvp, and so much more i can't even list. the music goes so hard. people are generally super friendly to newcomers and yes it's a meme but there's a super generous trial up to level 70 with no restrictions on playti—

what i should say when i'm trying to get people to play ffxiv: look at this

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i want to ramble about my ffxiv mains so here we go!

Eloise Sharp, amnesiac sellsword. She woke up in a field clinic after the Battle of Cartenau with no memory of who she was or why she was there. She never bothered to look into it. She made a home in Ul’Dah and a living as a bodyguard for hire. She’s a classic butch lesbian with a giant axe and a love of naps.

Edelin Sharp, daughter to deserter Eloise Sharp. Her mother abandoned her duties to Ishgard to assist the Eorzean Alliance in their fight against Garlemald. This dealt considerable damage to Edelin and her father’s social standing; they currently live in the Brume. Edelin has dedicated herself to becoming a knight nearly to the exclusion of all else.

Sive Molrocca, Captain of the Discourteous Siren. Originally an orphan in Gridania, Sive had difficulty getting by. She eventually traveled south through Thanalan to Limsa, where she found work on a ship. Post-Calamity she became the captain. She delights in raiding Garlean ships and stealing their tech to take apart and study.

Muunokhoi Qestir did not want to leave the Steppe. But when her cousin wandered far without writing home, she got volunt-told by her aunt to go find him. She’s very homesick and expresses it with grouchiness and dislike of this strange place called Eorzea.

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💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny?

Eloise is a firm believer in “fate isn’t magic”, so while she does sort of believe in fate, prophecy and destiny is ruled out. Oh sure, deities and other powers and people can meddle all they want, but Eloise’s inclined to believe that a higher power doesn’t truly matter where that’s concerned – fate is just accumulation of choices, after all. Choices, and the lots you draw.

A bit different from Eloise’s view of things, Narua does indeed believe that fate or destiny or whatnot is indeed a thing. Does everyone have one? Not really, if you ask her, but there’s people who’re bound to end up doing something, or ending up somewhere. She’s a little more similar to her wife in the rest of it, though. You might end up doing something, or end up somewhere, because the higher powers said so, but most of the choices will be yours to make.

Lililei doesn’t believe in any of them. It’s all nonsense to her.

Tabitha, admittedly, tries to not think about it too much. Perhaps there is, perhaps there isn’t, and either way it’s a painful experience. If things were up to simple fate, she’s inclined to think whoever’s behind it is kind of a major dick. 

Nim also does not believe in fate or prophecies or any sort of destiny bullshit. Like Eloise, they think it’s all up to you, but wildly veering away from her thoughts on the subject, they moreso think that whatever happens it on you, and up to you. …yeah please don’t take Nim’s opinions or life advice at face value, it’s not good for you. Or anyone.

Clarissa does believe in all of them! A surprise! It’s not always the big things, though – sometimes, things happen. Maybe it makes you do something you wouldn’t normally do. Or maybe you behave perfectly in-character! Either way, sometimes something will go differently, and there isn’t always a rational rhyme or reason to it.

Sechen kind of does, though like… most of my characters, she thinks that how you react to it is a far more powerful force than destiny. Destiny’s destiny, though. You’ll end up there whether you want to or not; it’s just if you choose to deal with it that’s more important.

Henida goes through phases – sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t, sometimes he’s too deep into his work that he’ll start spouting utter nonsense at the question.

Yellow Dove also thinks it’s bullshit, but maybe a little less strongly about it than Nim… She falls far closer to being “eh” about it than they do, in any case.

Today I learned: …most of my characters don’t believe in fate or prophecy or destiny. Whether that’s because it’s in-line with their personalities and upbringings or a subconcious reflection of my own beliefs, I have no idea.

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FFXIV Write Prompt #1: Crux

((CW: Death, implied mental health/anxiety problems, childhood trauma))

It hadn't been easy for Khod'a to slip away, not with someone always keeping an eye on her. She knew it wasn't done to hurt her, but rather to protect her though from what she didn't quite understand. She knew Terbi and Mede had been taken by some bad men, but the details of the whole thing weren't shared and it all seemed an abstract thing to a child of eight summers. 

Her mother and her mates almost always kept the house protected, the magitek systems installed armed the moment the door closed.She'd figured out quickly that any magic she did in the house her mother could somehow sense so she didn't dare try to teleport. Instead she'd learned that, for a short period of time in the morning when the nanny came but her mother hadn't left for her business in town that the house was left disarmed and her mother was distracted enough to likely not notice if she slipped out. 

She loved A'sana, even if the idea of her being her mother rather than the aunt that she'd been raised to call her was still odd. She cared for her, gave her things that her fathers hadn't and helped her start to feel comfortable in her own body by wearing things her fathers had forbidden. But A'sana wasn't her fathers and that's who she missed the most. 

She was still angry with them for simply leaving her. She couldn't quite put to words the sense of abandonment that their sudden absence had caused in her. It had left her feeling unwanted or perhaps even somehow as if their absence was her fault. 

Khod'a needed to see her fathers again. She needed the reassurance that they still wanted her. That they loved her and they hadn't justleft her.

As normal Eloise arrived and the system was left disarmed. The hyur chatted with her mother while fussing over Alvin who was gleefully shoving mushy fruit and cereal into his mouth and everywhere around it. It was a happy moment, more so since she knew as soon as her mother left Eloise would give her their focus once Alvin was cleaned and let her pick what project they'd work on for the day.

Today she waited until both adults were distracted and carefully made her way to the door. She knew if she opened it too slowly it would squeak. She'd figured that out all the times she'd helped her mother with the door, playing with it until she figured out the right speed to open it with that wouldn't produce the tell-tale squeak. Even knowing how to do it, she could feel her heart on her tongue with fear as she opened the door and quickly got herself out it and closed it again. 

The harsh light of the Thanalan morning made her squint for a few moments as her eyes adjusted.She shoved at her glasses to put them properly back in place but they did little to protect sensitive eyes from the light. Already the heat was making her uncomfortable but soon it wouldn't matter. 

She bounded up the stairs leading away from the house, paranoia making her overly cautious about teleporting anywhere near the house. She didn't want to risk her mother being able to tell what she was up to.

Khod'a hated how her nerves made it hard to focus, a flash of frustration tugging at her mind until all the training she'd been put through kicked in. Deep breaths settled her nerves and let her find the balance she needed. The calm place her mind settled into when casting a spell helped still her mind and as she focused on weaving the aether around her so she could us it to pull herself to her fathers home, she was able to forget her fear and anxiety for a brief moment. 

Teleportation always left her feeling disoriented, the brilliant flash of aether and the feeling of being yanked through the aether unsettling at best. It wasn’t something that Khod’a typically worried about as most of the places she would have teleported to were safe. Nothing had taught her to worry about that odd moment of disorientation or how vulnerable it could leave her despite her mother’s warnings to not teleport alone. 

“It’s a child.” The voice that came from behind carried a familiar accent, so reminiscent of her father Zeti’li and the faint Thavnairian accent he still held in his voice. This, however, was much thicker. 

“Didn’t Syn have a child?” The second voice, male to the feminine one that had spoken first, carried an accent just as thick as the first. “Aye, a boy. That ain’t a boy.” “Eh...close enough. Not like any other child is going to teleport to an empty house, right?” Before Khod’a had just begun to process what was going on and what was being said, her small frame having managed half a turn before arms grabbed her from being. Panic tore through her but the scream that it coaxed was muffled by a large hand and before she could even try to pull on any of the magic her mother had taught her, a single word and a gentle brush of aether stole the light from her as she was put to sleep. 

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Sana had known rage from having a child taken from her. That monster had reared its head and every instinct had driven her to get her children back. Mede was her flesh and blood, the child she’d held within her and had nursed from her own breast so her rage over his kidnapping had been expected but what she hadn’t expected was that rage to be echoed over Terbish being taken as well. Her niece of the heart, she loved the girl as much as she loved her own children and so that rage, that primal need as a mother to protect her children, had carried over to the girl.

Through the whole ordeal, Sana had felt nothing but rage and it wasn’t until after, when the children were safely back with her brother, that anxiety had left her paralyzed. It’d taken weeks before she could be coaxed out of the house, let alone allow Alvin and Khod’a out of sight and sound. She’d just begun to allow herself to feel safe again, more so with a bodyguard present nearly constantly when they were away from the house. Kasen’s presence had been the security blanket that helped ease the worries of an anxious mother. 

This time, it wasn’t rage that had gripped her once she and the nanny had realized that Khod’a was missing, but pure panic and fear. With Mede and Terbish, she’d known who’d taken them but this time there wasn’t some ignorant Xaela to go and throw spells at until they stopped moving. This time it was a faceless enemy and one she worried had everything to do with why Khod’a was in her care to begin with. 

While Khod’a’s fathers may have tried to put down the life they’d once led and turn their backs to that bloody work, that life had proven that it was not down with them. The assassin and his handler had been forced back into their work to pay old debts. She’d worried about the fact that it’d been weeks since she’d heard from Synd’to, but she’d tried to focus on anything but that. Now she feared she’d made a mistake in that choice. 

Finding the trail of aether that Khod’a had left behind hadn’t been hard. She was her daughter, afterall, and their aether was similar enough that Sana knew it the moment she sensed it. A hand rested on her distended belly over one of her daughters, both active and kicking as if their mother’s distress were reflecting on them. As far along as she was in her pregnancy, magic use was becoming risky but she couldn’t wait for anyone else. Instead she reached down the bond she shared with her brother, telling Ayanga more in emotion and vivid impressions what was wrong and where she was going than words. Even as she did, a cocoon of aether was wrapped around the children she carried to help shield them as she followed the aether trail left behind by Khod’a. 

Years of experience had taught her how to push past the disorientation of teleporting, her senses immediately stretching to try and sense anything that might have been a threat. She expected an attack and instead found herself face to face with a group of Adder’s standing over what could only lightly be called a massacre. A quick glance told her there were at least four dead and her heart dropped as she recognized a pair of Keepers among the dead: Synd’to and Zeti’li, Khod’a’s fathers. 

It had taken time for her to calm, the Adder’s being gentle with her given her obvious pregnancy. Once they’d let her know what had happened and were assured she was Khod’a’s mother, she’d been allowed to see her daughter. What she saw broke her heart almost as much as the deaths of her friends had. 

Though Zeti’li had apparently tried to shelter Khod’a as much as he could, the child had seen everything. From the broken bits of story that had been coaxed out of Khod’a, Zeti’li had fallen first before Synd’to had sacrificed himself to bring down the two would-be assassins. Knowing that her daughter had seen both of the parents she’d spent most of her young life with left Sana heartsick and uncertain of what to do. 

She’d spent so much time expecting Synd’to and Zeti’li to eventually come back and take Khod’a back from her that Sana had never considered that they wouldn’t be coming back. Let alone that she would not be dealing with a daughter left devastated by such a violent event. She’d never wanted such violence to mar the childhood of any of her children, even knowing that it was a possibility given the family they’d been born into. 

It was then that the crux of the matter fully set in. She hadn’t expected to actually be a mother to Khod’a, not so completely. In the end, it didn’t matter. Khod’a was her flesh and blood and now needed her more than anything. 

What happened after she’d been reunited with her daughter was a blur, the parade of family and her fiance coming to help her feeling distant as she focused on Khod’a. The girl hadn’t spoken a word outside of a sobbing apology when Sana had first arrived and Sana hadn’t let Khod’a out of her sight once she’d been allowed to her daughter. Her earlier fear had settled into a lingering anxiety that she wasn’t certain was going to pass anytime soon and it was strong enough that it pushed the mournful sorrow that settled under it down enough that she couldn’t quite focus on it yet. 

Her own pain would wait. Until her children were safe. Until Khod’a was safe. Anything she needed came second until then. 

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fascinating to see how many ffxiv players actually know the names of their attacks. idk what 'Deathflare' is i just know when i bring out the dragon and press the pink blue button there's big damage numbers and my brain is happy

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im sorry themis’ voice actor is really good in isolation but the dissonance from hearing his deep audio book narrator ass voice come from the most effeminate twink you’ve ever seen in your life is sending me

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personally i think they're cowards for not adding the new blm gauge into the original one. the blm gauge should just become more and more incomprehensible with every expansion until just looking at it gives you a mental breakdown equivalent to witnessing a cosmic horror

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me @ the entire cheesecake sitting in my fridge at 2 in the morning when i wake up with the munchies

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i know this guy!!! sir people are very horny for you online

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something so good about this line not being a threat in the sense that erenville is going to defend our honour or some shit, but moreso ‘listen guys she is going to fucking kill you. you are out of your league. get out while you can’

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absolutely obsessed with the persona vibes + violin + stadium crowd chanting going on in this song. how does soken never miss

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i think i can take a wild guess at what the weathers gonna be actually but thanks though

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hi. what the fuck is this scene

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this was so unnecessary but i appreciated it. dawntrail really said pride month never ends

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i never played any of the ivalice games and tbh struggled to follow the raid plotline in general but what i DO know is that they gave an excessively high number of banger lines to the bosses and to the thunder god in particular

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ffxiv devs heard i wasn't huge on the dawntrail msq so they said 'hold on my queen' and made a tournament arc raid series with music specifically tailored towards me and pro wrestling style commentator during fantastic fights and also they made everyone clap for my wol and you know what? they won they're in my good graces again