#Milleuda

[shslivalice]

so, i've been thinking

Okay, so. We need to assume that characters with references to FFT have similar ages, if not given by FF14 canon. This is common.

But, okay. We know Ala Mhigo fell 20 years ago, and the rebellions and the such happened then as well. We also know the Corpse Brigade were involved, as the kings personal guard.

Okay, 20 years ago.

So… Milleuda, huh. The leader of the Corpse Brigade. In FFT, she is 23. She also has similar appearance, so I'm gonna put her at... 30 at the oldest?

But. How old is she? How long ago did she become their leader? Was her brother the leader before?

Milleuda was likely still young when the Corpse Brigade were forced to flee Ala Mhigo, when they fell to banditry. Raised in that lifestyle, unable to leave it. For where would she go? She is naught but a common criminal to them, her story chained to others.

I am dragged off stage.

[cyberphuck]

I’ve been wanting to draw Milleuda Folles for a long time as she’s one of my favorite female characters in Final Fantasy Tactics. Then on Wednesday November 6th 2024 I started thinking about her for absolutely no reason at all, and began a sketch that ended up as this.

I prefer the War of the Lions translation of the game, but I can’t deny the line “Animals have no gods” goes hard as hell.

Like it? Reblog it! Love it? Check out my pinned post!

Textless version:

By the way, the War of the Lions version of that line is “The Gods have no eyes for chattel.”

[ethernalium]

Miluda (milleuda) had to die so ramza could finally know how poor people were being treated in invalice, how delita felt all these years even if they were friends

His character growth had such a high price in all ff games, she was a great character that didn't deserve that destiny at all

[denahi]

A set of four Final Fantasy Tactics bookmaks featuring tragic sibling pairs: Rapha and Marach Galthena; Meliadoul and Isilud Tengille; Dycedarg and Zalbaag Beoulve; and Wiegraf and Milleuda Folles.

They are beneath a relevant zodiac constellation. The gold swords represent faith and the gold animal features represent Lucavi possession.

I started this set in 2021 for Multifandom Doodle and only just finished it this year (you can tell I changed scanners in between??).

Ink/sharpie and gold gel pen.

[delitaheiral]

haunted by a version of fft where wiegraf dies and milleuda takes over his arc. not even because I’ve got anything against wiegraf’s arc (nothing but love to his sick little descent into corruption) or because women in fft deserve a win (they do) but because I believe she would’ve taken the deranged catholic-coded cultish devotion to exciting new heights.

here you have a woman who was one of the first people in fft to discuss what religion means to them (“all men are equal in the eyes of the gods!”). this ideal of hers was then proven wrong in the most horrendous way. furthermore, her brother wields the divine arts while she’s just a regular swordswoman; we know that’s not because she’s not devout enough nor because women are barred from the divine arts. was it her lack of status, and did wiegraf only get extended the opportunity because he was the leader of the dead men? what was it like for milleuda, who believed that the gods were with her, to not be able to call upon their power to help her crusade? what would happen to this woman, who was so tired of her failed revolution that she welcomed death, if she was the last one standing and had to reckon with the fact that the aristocracy, her own brother and the gods all refused to listen to her? and finally, if the church granted her a holy stone possessed by a ‘god’ who did listen to her, telling her that it understood and would answer her prayers in exchange for a contract, how long would it take for milleuda to try and put the torch to all of ivalice?

[daily-rayless]

Happy Birthday to passionate rebel knight Miluda Folles from Final Fantasy Tactics.

[dancing-dagger]

// So, it's been a long time since I've been on Tumblr. I've made attempts at revivals now and again, but this site always felt like it had to be jerry-rigged into a good RP platform, and that was years ago when I first founded these blogs. I switched to Discord years ago, and, as you might be able to see, have seldom looked back. That being said, there's still people here I know have wanted to interact with me more, or those who might stumble across Milleuda and Leila long after I've made this post. Furthermore, I've worked too hard on what I've got here to just wanna delete it all. So, dancing-dagger, milleuda-folles, and guerreradelosmuertos will continue to stay up, but this will be my last post on them all. I've set up a Discord specifically to be a point of contact for anyone who wants to RP. Add or message millyandleila on there, and if you're anyone I know or seems interesting, I'll give you my proper account name.

Thanks for the memories, and I'll seeya soon.

[barbariccia]

@corpsebrigadier​

right, so - this is a chat @azlykumos​ and i actually started a week or so ago and only picked up last night as we closed out chapter 1 of the psx version of fft, since i’ve had a little while to fully absorb the actual story fully and now know what’s going to happen ahead of time, etc, etc.

so it started with meeting milleuda in the hideout and beating her up and letting her go - to algath’s chagrin, to ramza’s befuddlement, to delita’s quiet and uncertain unease - with my saying something along the lines of “it amazes me that for how important milleuda is in chapter one, despite only being two fights, she is promptly forgotten about by the story.”

neeb contested this, and rightly so - i made the comment when i was getting tired and higher brain functions were switching off; they said that no, she’s not strictly forgotten, because her words get through to delita and are the very initial cracks in delita’s armour which algath then takes full advantage of and worms his way in like the maggot he is. (ba dum tss!) ultimately, we agreed that her role is small, but no less important for it, and left it at that.

until last night, when we met her upon the fovoham plains again and begged for mercy anew - this time without algath yelling in our fucking ears about people being cattle and all that. so: i still think it’s incredible that milleuda, for all intents and purposes, is so important as to directly kickstart delita’s slide into anxiety about his place in the world*, and then after her death really is forgotten about. and why would she be remembered? when we get back to the story proper it’s been a year already since that happened, and there’s way more important and current things happening - delita’s not dead, the princess has been kidnapped, suddenly there’s a fucking plot with the church and all of ivalice and murderstones - why should anyone remember a battlemaiden they encountered all of twice? milleuda’s story is not fft’s story. milleuda and wiegraf’s stories start the same way, yes, but wiegraf survives to take a different path - and he’s remembered because his presence endures. how many people remember the other cadets from your introductory mission? how many battles with the Brigade proper were there? in a story like fft’s, if you do not live to see the next day you are quickly forgotten. and even if you do it’s with a like 30-40% chance of survival imo. them random encounters sure do be encountered!!

*as a side note, i vastly preferred the psx scene on the plains, learning to whistle grass, to the updated fmv. it felt less out of place, more true to the world itself - and the language (oh, Boy, we talked about the language for a long while) was so much more... plain and raw and evocative. delita’s hesitant admission - i’ve felt out of place for a long time - and the mechanics of a game requiring you to click past ramza’s uncomfortable silence to hear him out further - make so much more sense than the wotl’s “something’s been bothering me”. that could be anything. oh, aye, it’s followed up about algath’s ichor so the meaning isn’t entirely lost, but delita being willing to be open at all... it being the last time he’s so viscerally honest - it struck a lot harder than it initially did.

because, really, at the heart of it - milleuda’s story becomes delita’s story. she might have died, but her regrets and her rage and her every mote of being crawls inside delita and doesn’t fester so much as take root and grow slowly. yes, algath’s involvement absolutely cannot be understated - it’s his actions directly that led to, well, a tragedy that shaped the man he ends up being - but it’s milleuda’s words that really strike at the heart of who delita is as a person: an uncertain youth in a place he’s hyperaware of not belonging in, no matter how much his best friend and brother in arms vouches for him. everyone can see it: delita does not look like anyone in the cast, even, with his darker hair and darker skin and his control of emotion that only goes so far and snaps when algath presses too far and gets a broken nose for his troubles. despite being so important, delita is visually set worlds apart... and though the Brigade are too uninformed to know what the beoulves look like (seriously.) and kidnap the wrong girl, the rest of us know at a glance that... he isn’t as the others are. and milleuda, crying out about how the name beoulve marks you as an enemy, that there is no difference between you and her but for the walls you were born in - and algath refuting that every step of the way, calling for her head even as all she wants to do is live - and ultimately, hearing her beg her brother for forgiveness as she dies... delita cannot help but be shaped by her. it is the first and last time we see him be honest, be hurt. we see that change in real time.

so, yes: milleuda dies, and her story with it - we learn in very quick step that her brother was wiegraf and that he won’t forgive us for her death, it’s all very fantastical and sweet, but other than ramza later asking the (long dead) wiegraf what his sister would think of his actions - milleuda is not mentioned again, and the narrative moves on to bigger and better things. but she is not forgotten: even as the Brigade falls apart and is hunted to extinction, even as wiegraf gives himself over to the church and their desires instead of his own - milleuda lingers in delita, still crying for change, still demanding revolution. and what does delita deliver? exactly that. but where milleuda fell, he delivers, until a common arse sits the throne. (the less said about what revolution gave him, personally, the better.)

ultimately there was no true point to the entire chat we had - we meandered onto other topics (particularly translations, and god i find myself wishing every day to marry the psx and the wotl versions so bad, a mixture of high and low language would do so much for it - sorry, truthers, neither official translation is the definitive one for me!) and it was more of an observation that came up as we encountered her for the last time... but i don’t know, i still think it’s worth thinking about, that she’s so unimportant and yet the crux of so much more than she first appears. as fun as it is to lay the blame at algath’s feet, he’s not solely responsible for... everything that happens. just greatly.

also something about milleuda’s hair in her portrait sprite is just so beautiful to me. it doesn’t look like any other hair rendered in the same style. i’m in love with milleuda folles etc etc etc

(not to mention that all of this is entirely separate to what her character with wiegraf must have been like... clever, of the writers, to show them as in cahoots enough that she’d take up his reasoning post-war, but never on the same field together. i would love to know how she became a swordswoman; how much of her thoughts are actually wiegraf’s and vice-versa; who milleuda folles was. bites thru my phone so hard it cracks)

actually, and as a late addition to this post - i just remembered that none of this is direct from ramza, either. this is all hearsay - it’s orran’s accounts from witnesses - whatever delita was willing to tell him, presumably, since there’s no one else left alive that might remember milleuda folles by the time he goes around collecting evidence for his durai papers. and that’s sure something, ain’t it? that delita remembered her enough to speak of her?

[eggdrawings]

Milleuda & Imogen !

[digeethegenie]

The Rise (and subsiquent fall) of Hyperion

Day 08 - Free Day 01 - Hyperion (Writer's Choice)

ARR (2.0) - My Little Chocobo

CW - General Violence, Animal Fighting, Speciaism (Lalafell)

Follows from: “Ride West, Young Chocomate!”

To the east of The Twelveswood stood the occupied territory of Ala Migho. Conqered by Gaius Van Belsar twentey years ago. The forgoten forth city-state was a land blighted by poor rulers, the last of which sparked a garlemald-backed rebellion which ended the nation's existance as a free land.

Yujo, being from a secluded island off the coast of Limsa Lamosa, didn't know the whole a whole lot about that so when she had her beer taken from her and poured over her head, she didn't have the first clue that she was in the presence of the royal guard of the mad tyrant king.

Chocomate, for his part, wasn't doing much better.

Chocomate was a simple chocobo. He didn't really have much need or care for the intricate political macinations of the two legged ones. What he needed was water, food, some light petting, a little bit of play if that was going, and he would be satisfied.

So his day, which had been going pretty well all in by his estimate, was soundly ruined when a pure-breed, purple plumed chocobo kicked him in the face and sent him flying with enoguh force for his reigns to be pulled out of the hold.

Like a proud zu hovering over a next of defenseless fledgelings, the purple chocobo stood over Chocomate and swawked a crude victory song in his name. This bar was his master's teritory and that meant this stable was his. Any other chocobo stabled here was his to do with as he pleased. He had to make it known to any newcomer that they were subsurbiant to him, The King of all Chocobo, Hyperion.

Half concussed, Chocomate though that Hyperion was a stupid name for a chocobo and, once he could strand stright, and make the other two Hyperion disapper, he was going to give the brute a pecking he wouldn't forget.

"Hey, look boss." One of the thugs standing over the soped Yujo said with a sneer of the unintelgent brute. "The 'flames got themselves another kickable!"

Soaking wet, Yujo could only smolder at the mention of the anti-lalafell slur.

"Hey, Boss, hows about we have our fun with this one and send it back to The Flames in two bags!"

"Let's tie 'er to Hyperon's riens and have him practice for the Gold Saucer GP down near The Footfolds!"

"I say we throw them to the Almaja and watch those freaks turn them into one of their zombies, that's always fun to watch!"

A thump on the table got the brutes to shut up. Knowing that they were clearly not the top dog in the pack, the brutes gave way to a dirty blonde- in multiple senses of the word- huyr woman who walked to Yujo and pulled her face up level to herself.

"Do you know why we're doing this to you?"

Yujo remained silent.

"It may well be that you did us no wrong. But your place in the world is what drives our hatred on. You bear the banner of the Flames. And banners like those are our enemy."

A moment of silence passed before Yujo mutterd something.

"What?" Milleuda said leaning in closer.

"I 'said', "Go make that someone else's problem!" " Yujo yelled as she hulled back and made for a swing, only for the cry of two chocobo outside to grab everyone's attention, causing Yujo's swing to miss and spin around as Milleuda turned in response to hearing Hyperion.

She and the rest of the brigands shared a nod and ran out the bar with Yujo in tow. Yujo could only stare as she observed the cloud of feathers and dust as Chocomate and Hyperion began to pummel at each other.

"C-Chocomate!" Yujo called out, catching Milleuda's attention.

Before she could run in to pull the pure-bread off of Chocomate, Yujo was intercepted by a sharp kick to the gut by Millueda.

"You get your stupid jennet off my Hyperion. Now!" she screamed as she pulled Yujo up by the neck.

Wheezing from the pain, Yujo stared back at Millueda with one eye shut. "You get him off my Chocomate."

"You just have no idea who you are fucking with, do you?" Milleuda uttered as she motioned to the goons. They readied themselves to pummel the lalafell as the leader of the Corpse Bregarde wound back to throw Yujo to the ground.

In the middle of the scuffle, Chocomate kicked Hyperion off him and pulled himself up just in time to see what was happening to Yujo. Realising what was happening, he crowed out a loud war song and send himself flying at speed towards Millueda. The huyr had no chance to see the attack coming and was knocked clean off her feet, throwing the lalafell into the air for Chocomate to catch on his saddle effortlessly.

Millueda pulled herself up and was ready to start the fight anew when one of her goons made a noise. "Shit! Boss, the calvery!"

A sneer crossed Milleuda's face as she saw that there was a contingent of Imortal Flames and Brass Blades making their way towards them. She snicked out an Ala Mighian cuss and motioned her boys to split.

Hyperion, left somewhat confused as to what happened looked around before he heaard Milleuda scream out for him and he started to scamper off.

Yujo floped off of Chocomate's saddle and, somehow, stood up.

"Y-Yeah. T-That will teach you to… to… Oh, gods, there go my legs…"

She floppped backwads and lay on the floor, the pain of being pummeled on having caught up to her. In her fatuged state she could see Chocomate pecking at her in concern before another figgure, a white haired huyr man dressed in dark blue approchaed and looked over her.

As she flittered in and out of conciousness he could hear his chuckle and say something about a "Y'shtola", whatever that was…

…

Yujo woke up with a start and her entire body nipping in pain. She realised she was back in her room in The Hourglass, lying on the bed and in her nightclothes. Still half awake she made her way to the glamour dresser to see herself and check for any damage.

Somehow, inspite of all that, she barely had a hair out of place.

Then she noticed a note and a rose. She picked up the note and started to read it.

"Your chocobo is in the stable - Thancred Waters."

She paniced. Chocomate! She quickly threw something on to make herself decent and rushed out of the Inn, quickly throwing the rose into the gil dish at the side of Momodi's counter as she made her way past.

After what felt like an eternity of running. Yujo found herself at the stables where a perfectly fine, all be it bandaged up, Chocomate was wating for her. "I Genuinly don't know how you ended up getting him banged up like that, but for the love of The Twelve, Don't do it again. If you get your licence revoked it looks bad on my record.

Yujo didn't pay any attention as she held Chocomate to her.

From out of sight, a mi'qote looked on, her intrest noted by the swishing of her tail.

[celebratedaily]

September 4th - Fictional Birthdays

Milleuda Folles (Final Fantasy) Nick Nelson (Heartstopper) Cally (Animal Crossing)

[shslivalice]

i still think making milleuda into a main character of ficverse organically has been so fun

[cyberphuck]

[theknightstemplar]

I wanted to add Milleuda to this mix of thoughts eventually, given she also has things in common/contrast with all three (yes, even the vaguest thread of comparison with Argath) but I do not feel qualified to do so for. some reason.

no title for this one... wait--

I've been in kind of a slump... but I got to thinking about that awful little man Argath. this post isn't going to be too organized. maybe.

...namely want to talk about how argath has some curious things to share with the heirals though for as much as he resents them.

he and delita are both ambitious and that ambition is fueled by an outside force that is hostile to their existence. for delita it's being someone of common birth in a noble house. the shadow of house beoulve affords him and tietra some protection but does not truly welcome either of them. and for argath, it's a different yet strikingly similar shadow-- the shadow of his own house's cowardice. delita and argath are both aware of these differences, this is what drives their rivalry and eventual conflict... that awareness combined with their different-yet-similar manner of character. argath's actions and words are both foreshadowing and the catalyst that sends delita down the same path argath himself died upon

tietra and argath... it's even more vague but obviously, they both die at zeakden as a result of negligence. by the same guy no less. zalbaag when i get you zalbaag. more importantly, their last and near to last scenes (ignoring deathknight argath) are spent preserving what is ultimately a lie-- not merely that but a lie that ends up only doing them harm (fatally so) when the original intent was to uphold and/or uplift their standing with others. for tietra it's the lie that her peers at the preparatory accepted her-- for the sake of comforting her brother while he goes off to fight military deserters and thieves. for argath it's the lie that if he does what he's 'supposed' to do, he and his family will be reaccepted into the echelon of nobility.

idk... just that all three of these lil fellas dance around in my head a lot more than they probably should. i care them.

[delitaheiral]

Thinking about how Milleuda isn’t just a proud revolutionary, but someone who has lost all hope of that revolution actually happening, to the point it’s turned her defeatist and suicidal. Like when you first encounter her at the brigands’ den and she says it’s over, even before Ramza’s party arrives. When she immediately follows that up with “it ought not have been like this. my brother was too soft. too indecisive”, implying that she’s disagreed with Wiegraf’s rule for a while but was powerless to change it. Afterwards, when you defeat her and she doesn’t put up a fight at the idea of dying on the battlefield, only at the thought of being denied “the mercy of an honorable death”. At the Lenalia plateau, when she refuses to preemptively surrender, reiterating that she just wants to die a warrior’s death. And it doesn’t even click how bad things were until you listen to the tavern rumors and learn that 3000 brigade members have died, with another 700 being taken captive. Milleuda has watched their whole resistance collapse in on itself, watched all her comrades be slain and disrespected by the aristocracy, knowing that they failed to put even the slightest dent in the nobles’ rule… no wonder she was ready to face death herself.

[tirix887]

Final Fantasy Record Keeper #FFRK #CrystalTower #CT06 | #HornedHorror 1st Flight: #Milleuda (#Apocalypse+) 2nd Flight: #Cerberus (Apocalypse+)

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