#derplander

[finalfantacee]

It was worth it.

[nyaawn]

Happy 10(+3) Birthday FFXIV!

[artctrlcee]

I don't think I properly shared each full body of these. They were a part of my Dawntrail countdown, full picture here.

I certainly drew each one full body only to cover them up with each other, huh?

[galacticsabc]

I'll think of you each time I watch from distant skies

[evoravighr]

He's going through stuff

[zakifairer]

Meteor is lost in Ul'dah! Help him find his way out!

I hope you enjoy this little activity page! I feel like this captures the true sprout experience in FFXIV. If you'd like to see the page in higher resolution, it's available on my ko-fi here.

[ohyouillustrate]

Dawntrail Warrior of Light is so handsome, what the heck... 😳 Not sure if I'll immediately pick up Viper, but it did look pretty darn cool in the trailer. A limited edition print for Kupocon Central this weekend!

[nozomikei]

Gonna follow that 'dawntrail' right into Meteor's pants...

[cazadora-art]

Meteor as a Red Mage

[trollkarubyffxiv]

Shield is just a round sword

[wyvyrnygo]

My top 5 Final Fantasy games (in no particular order)

-FFVI (6)

-FFXVI (16)

-FFXIV (14): Shadowbringers (yes this is an expansion but FFXIV expansions are basically full games story wise)

-FFX and FFX2 (10, 10-2)

-FFVIII (8)

[finalfantacee]

Has your journey been good?

[nyaawn]

The biggest thing of them all is, Derplander finally look happy again.

from this

to this

HUZZAH!

[artctrlcee]

To Tural!

[tan-nov9]

Warrior of Light

[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

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A quickie FFXIV fanfic very loosely inspired by FFXIVWrite2023's 21st prompt Grave as well as based on Iron Lung's The Quiet Rupture event.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Word count: 1126

It’s been 375 days since the Quiet Rapture.

175 days since I found out it took Eitherys with it, along with her Moon and Shards.

Water was on perpetual availability thanks to Black Magic, yet foods are getting scarce. Ultima Thule could only provide so much in its current state before it too would run out of resources.

There’s still some fuel left in the RN-05, thankfully. There should be spare fuels in Ostrakon Deka-hexi as well. Though I’m not holding on much hope it’d last long enough until I could find the next resourceful Star. Or any celestial bodies, really.

The damn crystal still wouldn’t work. No matter how hard I tried to think of my friends, my allies, my loved ones, my enemies, those who were long deceased, those who came from different Shards, different Stars. Anyone I could think of. Yet it doesn’t react at all. Not anymore.

I wonder if it sensed the Quiet Rapture. The end of a time. The futility of finding companions in the vast unknown while the strange phenomenon took any habitable Stars and celestial bodies away, along with their living creatures. Along with whatever their metaphysical forces that kept themselves existing.

It's a miracle Ultima Thule persists. I wouldn’t call it ‘habitable’ anymore, but I can still breathe and gather something edible around here. At least, as long as it is able to. The simulacrum of previous civilizations had long since vanished. The Dragons, The Eas, The Omicrons. They’re all gone, leaving only their near lifeless floating environments for me to explore. Alone. Gravity had become a mere concept at this point. The only time I could safely plant my feet on a solid surface is when I’m inside RN-05. On the bright side, it makes navigating around Thule much easier.

Thinking about Ultima Thule, my mind frequently wandered to Meteion. What is she doing right now? Did she survive the Quiet Rapture, still singing her song of hope out there? Was she unfortunate enough to land in a habitable place, taken from the mortal world by that infernal event?

If she did survive, I certainly couldn’t hear her song of hope. Or her cries of despair.

Just the deafening silence of the universe and beyond.

I miss my friends. I miss Thancred and his shitty flirty attitude. I miss G’raha and his pluckiness, always eager to be by my side. I miss the Twins, always bickering over minor disagreements. I miss Urianger and his stupid Shakespearean way of talking (bless Jacques for introducing me to that term). I miss Y’shtola and her sass. I miss Tataru and her cunningness in business endeavors, the way her eyes lit up when she found any opportunities to strike. I miss Ange, probably writing her latest children's book to cheer up every child in the World. I miss the Chocobros, going around the streets of Eos and her lands while camping around, feasting on Ignis’ homemade cooking. I miss the New Mexico Mercenaries, their zaniness, and their refusal to die even after their bodies blown up to smithereens.

I miss everyone.

I'm not exactly a religious person but if there’s a God out there - a Higher Entity and actual Creator of this universe, unlike the ones I know and personally took care of - then I pray and hope He/She/They/Whatever’ll listen to my prayer. I pray that I could see them once more, hale and whole, wherever they are now. Smiling as they welcome me into their open arms.

Day 615 after the Quiet Rapture.

Ultima Thule has been depleted of its remaining resources.

820 canisters of unidentified substance obtained from Ostrakon Deka-hexi. Experience tells me these were used to 'feed' the simulacrum of the Omicrons when they were still roaming around. Chemical scan revealed it to be compatible with RN-05's ceruleum-based engine.

Should be good for a few years or so. I'm grateful they let the refill to be done from within the ship. I'm starting to get sick of floating in nothingness.

Edible alien lifeforms are stored in the ship's cramped storeroom. If nothing's busted, I should be able to manipulate the storage's temperature. Thank God there's automatic kitchen utilities or else I'll die from food poisoning before anything else gets me first.

All parts and engines are in order. Internal systems are up to date. Automatic 'household' contraptions are running smoothly, keeping the interior tidy and ready for whatever I need. Navigation screens show the ship's current position, in the middle of nowhere facing unknown direction. Air filter still converting the vacuum cosmos into breathable oxygen. Gravity machine keeps me grounded on the ship's gridded floor.

It's time for me to leave this Godforsaken land. I don't know how long am I able to move forward or if I'll find another living being. But I'm willing to hope that I'll find someone to talk to, someday. Maybe there are other creatures roaming around the vacant space. Maybe I'll come across Meteion, chatting with each other for old times sake and comforting our loneliness.

Staring outside the cockpit's window, my eyes are lost to the inky blackness. Twinkling of ghostlights teases their existence, taunting me to guess if the Star it corresponds to is still there or has long since vanished. Being out here was once my dream. Now it's just a bitter reminder of my desolate existence. Soft lights of the cockpit's screens and many buttons illuminated my face, its reflection on the window's surface gazing back amongst the ghostlights. I guess I'm not entirely alone. Quite literally, I still have myself to keep company.

I don't know where to go from here. Following the faint twinkling lights is my only option, even if it would be met with disappointment. Amongst the barely visible Stars, one shines the brightest. A promise for a brighter future or a malevolent trick to crush one's hope eventually.

Operating the cockpit has become a second nature to me since acquiring the RN-05. Press this button, touch this part of the screen, pull this lever to bring out the thrusters, spin this rod to rotate the x coordinate, lock on the next target, confirm target destination's position.

Estimated distance: 21.5 billion light years

My heart sinks as I see the numbers plastered on the screen. 'Twould be an eternity before I'm able to reach that, even with RN-05's top speed and hyper thrust. Yet it's the only thing that keeps me going. Determined, I brace for my longest journey yet as I seal my fate with a push of a button. Thrusters blare to life, ready to take me through the vast unknown. Towards the brightest non-existent Star in the universe.

Tonight’s dinner will be fried dragon egg.