#EndwalkerSpoilers

[kootiepatra]

A Galvus Father’s Day Card

[doxolove]

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

[yasuosexual]

Could you redo the how do they sleep/how do they seduce you questions but for Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus?

yes! of course i can!! i love my elpis babies <3

warnings: none!

EMET-SELCH

- has so much trouble sleeping. bro does NOT know how to get a proper nights rest.. i mean just look at those eye bags

- but when he does lay down to get some rest, it is never peaceful. tossing and turning, mumbling, flailing limbs… it is never a peaceful night in bed with emet.

- he isn’t quiet either. as mentioned before, he mumbles in his sleep. sometimes his words are coherent, but the majority of the time it’s nothing understandable.

- if you want an attempt at him sleeping soundly, wear him out first. drag him around the park and force him to greet every wild creature, and maybe he will hit you one less time during his sleep.

HYTHLODAEUS

- unlike emet, he’s a very sound sleeper. he can sleep for days on end… is that a bad thing? that’s for you to decide

- hythlodaeus can’t sleep without something in his arms. he’s gotta be holding something. whether that be his pillow, if he’s lonely, or you, when he has you.

- and he’s quiet too! never snores, never complains or grumbles, no sleep talking… but he does get upset if you manage to wiggle your way out of his arms.

- beware- if you have to be somewhere in the morning, he will NOT let you go easily. no matter how hard you fight it, he will ALWAYS find a way to keep you in bed for an extra 5 minutes :)

hope you enjoyed!

celly

[worstwizard]

we’ll get her back soon little guy TToTT

[makiokuta]

A collection of doodles for Azem April!

Astraeus is my ancient and he's far from perfect.

[oblivionlegacy]

They already met when they were kids!

[nightdragoon]

Did this after I got randomly smacked with UT feels when I was watching someone else play through that section. 🥲

[finalfantacee]

"All proceeding apace, Warrior of Light? My fellow shinobi and I have been tasked with delivering these warding scales to our fellows around Eorzea--!”

“...just... give me a minute...”

[crystalrune77]

[fjotla-vithir]

When the universe hands you the impossible, the only thing you can do is fight to make it possible.

[whymaige]

#EndwalkerSpoilers "Stop. Please stop!" "We will not suffer alone... All will know our pain!" -Meteion and Endsinger, FFXIV Endwalker

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2024 Day 9 - Lend an Ear

The Watcher’s Palace never ceased to fill Keimwyda with a sense of awe—almost a sense of reverence, she supposed, were she to try to define it exactly. The architecture was majestic enough in itself. Crystal blue spires rose high above her, cutting a striking silhouette against the blackness of the great expanse, reminding her of her smallness in a way she found strangely comforting. The curling, golden, ribbon-like accent winding around and through the towers made its Amaurotine influence impossible to miss.

She could not but feel the weight of the stories it told and of the memories it attested to. She remembered a world that had not yet been sundered. She remembered those who lost themselves to grief, to duty, or to malice, doing what they once thought unthinkable as they attempted to contend with calamity. 

She remembered one in particular who stubbornly clung to hope, convinced that mankind could—and indeed, must—rise above the despair to which many a star had fallen. She thought of the unenviable decisions that the woman had made. She thought of the arduous, solitary wait, spending all Her strength to buy mankind every spare moment She could. She thought of Her unwillingness to accept any well-intended justification of Her choices.

But of course, She had not done it alone.

Keimwyda pushed open the enormous doors of the palace and quietly let herself inside. Her boots lightly clicked against the polished marble tiles, echoing in the vast, open interior. It did not take long to see if the tower’s occupant was in—his opalescent, shimmering robe was unmistakable, slouched peacefully in his customary seat.

“Ah,” he said, sitting up and acknowledging her arrival. Even seated, he towered above her. “Chosen of Hydaelyn. You are welcome here, as ever.” 

By now, Keimwyda was accustomed to how his indistinct, melodious voice resounded in her ears, even as she knew his words in her mind. She had come to find it quite pleasant. She bowed lightly. “Hello, and I thank you for your hospitality.”

He returned a gentle nod. “It has been some time. I trust there have been no further disturbances in the Void?”

“No, no,” she answered quickly. “All is well. To the best of our knowledge, our friends continue to labor for its restoration.”

“That is well. I wish them success. What brings you to this sanctum this day?”

Keimwyda briefly considered attempting to relay the creative—and sometimes dubious—errands she had been sent on by the Loporrits at Hoper’s Hold. But even as she opened her mouth, the whole thing struck her as, perhaps, a little bit complicated to get into. So she shrugged, “Oh, I was simply passing by, and I hoped it might be all right to drop in.” It was true enough—this had been a spontaneous decision on her part.

“But of course. What is it you would seek of me?”

Was this silly? This might be silly. But she had come this far. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. “I just wished to say hello.”

The Watcher inclined his head at her curiously. His face was an inscrutable blank, as it always was.

She continued, “‘Tis just that—well, you have done so much for us. For my friends and I, but also for our star. And I cannot help but think how much you have had to do all alone.”

A warm chuckle emerged from the robed figure. “I thank you for your concern, but I am compelled to remind you: I am not the researcher who once was. I am but a construct based upon his memories. It was for this very purpose I was created.”

“I understand. But so were the Loporrits, as far as I comprehend it—and they have wants and needs and personalities enough.”

Another hum of laughter. “Indeed they do. And rest assured, since their awakening, they have come to visit me quite often.”

“Full glad am I to hear it,” she smiled. “But for my part, I do feel a debt of gratitude to you. And—trite as I fear it sounds—I would not wish to neglect one who has been such a stalwart ally. In case you might ever want for company, or for a listening ear.”

The Watcher was silent for a long moment, in a way Keimwyda found impossible to read. At last, he replied. “I see. And I thank you for your kind gesture.”

She was not fully sure how to interpret that. She was not fully sure if any of this was meaningful or necessary to him. But she still could not shake the sensation that it was only right to at least make the effort. Maybe it was more for her sake than his. …but maybe that did not matter. For lack of any furniture her size, she sat on the ground, and made herself as comfortable as she could.

“...Shall I send for some tea?” the Watcher ventured.

“Oh, no thank you,” Keimwyda chuckled. She decided to give up on looking for a more graceful segue, and simply asked what she was wondering: “...Has it been lonely?”

“As I said before, the Loporrits come by quite often.”

Keimwyda shook her head. “I guess I mean… before that. If it is not too personal of a question.”

The Watcher hesitated. “... ‘Personal’ is a challenging term for me to consider. As is ‘lonely’. Hydaelyn created me for this express purpose, and designed me to withstand it. So I cannot rightly say if either descriptor may apply to my situation.”

“I see.” Keimwyda could only accept his answer, but it did not fully allay her concerns.

“...I can say that, judging by the memories of my forebear, he knew their plan would be difficult, and lengthy. And he agreed to it unreservedly.”

A pang of melancholic gratitude hit Keimwyda’s heart. “Their efforts certainly paid off.”

“That they did,” he replied, something of a smile in his tone. “At the risk of overstepping my authority, still I feel I may conclude thus: should he know all that their plans entailed, he would gladly agree to it again. He was one of Venat’s most ardent supporters”

Keimwyda nodded. Then she paused again. “...I miss Her.”

After a time, the Watcher replied, “…I do as well.” His words seemed to surprise them both. He corrected himself, “Or, perhaps, I imagine the man I am based upon would miss Her, were he in my stead.”

She regarded him thoughtfully. “…I cannot help but wonder if that distinction is immaterial.”

“Ha!” laughed the Watcher, a fuller laugh than Keimwyda had ever heard from him. “You touch upon a question far beyond the mortal ken. The Amaurotines of eld ever debated such things, along with the ramifications.”

“True. And I cannot claim to match their wisdom,” she shrugged.

“But perhaps…” he mused, “...in the most practical of applications, perhaps you are right.”

Keimwyda smiled. Now this felt like getting somewhere. “Would you tell me what you remember about Her?”

“I am always at the disposal of Hydaelyn’s allies. What sort of information do you require?”

“Just…whatever you feel like talking about. What mattered to you. Or at least, what rings as significant in your memories.”

Silence fell again upon the palace. The Watcher lowered his gaze to the floor, seeming to process if such a question was relevant to him, or if its answer was even accessible to him. Keimwyda just rested her chin on her hands and waited. She had no expectations of how this would go.

At last, he raised his head again, and looked back at her. “...She was always and unrelentingly kind,” he said.

“That She was,” she answered softly. “Tell me more?”

And so he did.

[ver-caster]

Tapping the sign ahead of patch tomorrow. Please be kind and take part in the embargo. Tag your stuff, use rot13, censor your images, etc. Those of us who can't do patch right away will be very appreciative.

On that note, I'll be tagging all my posts with "#6.5Spoilers" and "#EndwalkerSpoilers" if I end up tweeting anything, but I'll be doing my best to not do anything/as little as possible.

[tweetertheelf]

Testing to see how this embeds on Tumblr or if I have to upload the raw

[dualcastimpact]

WoL Question of the Day #93

I’ve a #wolqotd for you guys and it’s mild #EndwalkerSpoilers (just in case!) How did you WoL feel about going to Garlemald? They went, sure, but was it an easy decision for them to go and help the people who benefited from the invasion and exploitation of so many others? Jul 13, 2022

He doesn't really have a problem with helping Garleans, not when there's a planet-wide calamity going on, but going to Garlemald was Not A Good Time™ for Raginmar. Being back in Ilsabard & heading towards Garlemald proper brought back bad memories from his time on the frontlines. This man spent ten years fighting the Empire and lost almost his entire squadron to an Imperial ambush. Ten years is a long time to compartmentalize and recognize not all Garleans are the enemy. But actually being back there is a different matter altogether.

Only Canso knows, so the Scions are confused and worried in turn because the closer they get to Garlemald, the more tense Raginmar gets. He's never been cruelly vindictive, but he intentionally lights a Contingent member's glove on fire because they wouldn't stop bothering him. He's usually polite and mild-mannered, but he's easier to anger and is sharper, more brusque with his speech. An Imperial soldier accosts him for killing her friend in Praetorium and his only response is a cold, mocking laugh.

He and Quintus know each other, somehow, and his obvious disgust and derision that Quintus would remain stubborn in his doomed reclamation of a destroyed capital absolutely did not do the negotiations any favours.

[4threset]

“You’re still here”