#ff ladies week

[akimojo]

@ffladieszine's FF ladies week day 2 - favorite job/class

I've had a huge soft spot for summoners ever since I played 10 😭

[adalheidis]

Garnet for day 7 of #FFladiesweek | Favourite Heroine

[kennycrows]

[FINAL FANTASY LADIES WEEK] → DAY FIVE: favorite quote

[niuniente]

I'm slightly early but for the Final Fantasy Ladies Week, the fave heroine is of course Fran (^人^)

[ffladieszine]

🌟 Want more FF Ladies? From Jan 29 to Feb 4, join us for FF Ladies Week, a week-long celebration dedicated to the women of Final Fantasy! 🪷

PROMPTS:

🌟 Day I: Favorite Outfit 🌟 Day II: Favorite Job or Class 🌟 Day III: Favorite Scene 🌟 Day IV: Favorite Limit Break 🌟 Day V: Favorite Quote 🌟 Day VI: Favorite Villainess 🌟 Day VII: Favorite Heroine 🌟 Day VIII: Free Day

All types of creations are welcome. Please make sure to include #FF Ladies Week in your posts 💜💛

[thephoenixcave]

You’re beautiful. And capable of ✨great things✨

Like murder 🔪

…

…

Don’t do that though.

(Unless it’s completely necessary)

FF Ladies Week Day 5: Favorite Quote. Pretty sure this was in the game, right?

@ffladieszine

[ksantillus]

Combining the first days of FF Ladies Week: favorite outfit and favorite class. Red Mages have the most swag.

[eksirberries]

Whale Whisker 💫

It’s FF Ladies Week!! Garnet is one of my favorites and I’m glad to see that she and the other FF women are being celebrated this week! I’ve been working on this drawing for a bit and this seemed like a good time to post it ❤️

[sweet-suzume]

Day 1 : Favorite Outfit

Ashe as a bride~

I cosplayed as this back in the day...I wore it to Anime Expo and Comic Con. At Comic Con, I saw my mom's 'hero' Lynda Barry and she said I looked "badass."

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

[tojiscrack]

if liar liar has 1m fans im one of them, if liar liar has 1k fans im one of them, if liar lair has 100 fans im in there if liar liar has 0 fans smn brutually murdered me

sorry i was cooking when i got the notif and couldn’t leave the stove on but i read it like an hour ago and moved around the kitchen with a smile on my face 😭🩷

no bc ik when i post an ask i’ve received or random updates about liar, liar, you’ll be one of the first to like, reblog, or comment and i’m here for it <33

but if someone brutally murdered you, i’d be the first person to be at the crime scene because nobody is harming you under my care 😤

your support means the world to me, thank you sm for just existing ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[akimojo]

@ffladieszine's FF ladies week day 5 - favorite quote

I was gonna go for another one since I've already drawn yuna this week, but this moment is just so iconic I couldn't help myself

[adalheidis]

Beatrix for @ffladieszine's FFladiesweek. Day 6 : Favourite Villainess

I have the fondest memories of her humbling me repeatedly

[kennycrows]

[FINAL FANTASY LADIES WEEK] → DAY THREE: favorite scene

[ffladieszine]

✨ 2 WEEKS UNTIL FF LADIES WEEK! 💎

We're kicking off FF Ladies Week in less than 2 weeks on January 29! Mark calendars for a week of festivities and gorgeous creations 💜💛

[thephoenixcave]

It’s @ffladieszine's FF ladies week!

Day 1: favorite outfit

Rydia from FF4 has got this 80s battle maiden thing going on and I am here for it.

The whip even looks a bit like a microphone and cord so she could totally rock the whole pop star thing too 🤩