#ffxiv kickstarter

[nozomikei]

The kickstarter for some beautiful jewelry designed by a couple people in our community just opened today! It only lasts 2 weeks and I know if I had missed a chance to get the Paladin necklace I'd have been crushed, so I'm sharing it here for y'all.

It's already funded and the initial designs unlocked just a few hours after opening so I think there's a great chance that stretch goals will be unlocked soon too!

FFXIV ✧ Job Necklaces, via @Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/illycia/ffxiv-job-necklaces?ref=android_project_share

[etherelleart]

Laliho~! Welcome, Warriors of Light!!

Help me bring this project to life! An enamel pin set for our adventuring companions from FFXIV, featuring blushy cheeks (and ears!) and sparkling eyes, full of hope and determination. Thank you so much for your support, I'm looking forward to seeing how much we can get done together!! If we can blow this project out of the water, we can look forward to more sets from the rest of the expansions! WOW!  Kickstarter goes live at 8pm PST tonight, Sep. 16th!! LINK BELOW!

[shochmonster]

Kickstarter Linky!

Final Fantasy XIV cards to go with my base Final Fantasy tarot!

[market-board-baron]

Don’t ask me about my business.

[varethane]

Do you post comics on Reddit under Varethane? If so I loved your new comic!

I do! Reddit is where all my FFXIV-related shenanigans go, though the new FF comic I drew will also be crossposted here as soon as I'm finished with Kickstarter mayhem. (SOON!)

I'm glad you're enjoying them! :D For fun, here's a bonus doodle of worried!Sorrel:

[tinderet]

🌙EDEN'S PROMISE🌙

“I won't give up -- not on my future, our future”

Longsleeve shirt Kickstarter is now LIVE!!

[the-cinnaminion]

Happy New Year, everyone!!🎉✨ I hope you are ready to go roaring into 2024! To kickstart the year, I wanted to share some of the watercolour commissions I painted for Comic Fiesta 2023 last year! ❤️

I decided that I wanted to challenge myself by attempting different character designs and then painting them traditionally. After having completed my food zine, "Tales of Hearth and Home", I felt my soul was longing to get back to playing with watercolours again. Plus, it was also a way of giving back to my community, so thank you to everyone who cooperated with me for each piece!

It was definitely a fun ride! I gotta admit though, I was nervous at first, but by the end, I felt my confidence and skill had grown exponentially so that's a bonus! ❤️

Over the next few days, I'll be uploading all of my finished commissions for Comic Fiesta in batches, and tagging clients in the description so please bear with me!

1) Bokuto (Haikyuu!!!) for Yasmin (@/2ndRandomizr) 2) Balrog Lune (Saint Seiya) for Pui-San (@/snow_and_apples) 3) Uriel for Eunhwa (@/eunhwa.shin) 4) Eisei Malaguld (FFXIV) for Valis (@/valistarri)

[chiquicreates]

My FFXIV Ascian Glyphs Magnetic Enamel Pins Kickstarter is live

[tinkertechy]

The Ice World Fatigue Point

AKA I'm rambling about game design this time. Have fun.

So I was playing a little game called Bear and Breakfast-You play a bear called Hank who decides to open up a BnB and bring people back to the forest because... he likes people. Fun little game, had a few kinks last I played it, might revisit it in the future. While playing, though, I noticed I hit a frustration/fatigue point in the 'ice' level, about 2/3rds of the way through the game. The normal gameplay loop was starting to wear thin, and the new mechanic added wasn't quite enough to bolster the area until you reach the last zone. A jump in difficulty and some rough pacing in the main plot didn't help matters.

Then I realized I had felt this before. I call it the Ice World Fatigue Point.

Consider that most modern video games draw a basic design philosophy from the Super Mario series; the standard environment progression. (Also known as the Sorting Algorithm of Threatening Geography) World/level 1 is always Green Hills, Oceans is usually 3/4, and so on, with Fire/Death being the last zone. The Ice realm typically falls at the 2/3ds point in this progression. Even if it's not a conscious choice, it happens far too much to be coincidence.

The 2/3rds point is also the point in the game where the gameplay loop up to this point starts to feel thin or tame; The player has mastered it and won't feel challenged by it unless something changes. Alternatively, the plot has reached a 'slow' point between the dramatic revalations and the 'dark night/point of no return'. A new mechanic or design trick needs to be added to incentivize the player to keep going until they reach the last zone.

When these two elements mix, you get Ice World Fatigue. It's not a hard and standard rule that the Ice World is the fatigue point; it just happens to be most common for that point to be where fatigue sets in. Usually a new mechanic is introduced here to try and kickstart gameplay, but it usually means sliding around pathetically until you reach the end of the level or trying to fight off freezing to death.

I'm gonna list out some games below and the point in the game where you hit 'fatigue' because you're ready to get to the final fight, but the game won't stop dragging on. See if you agree with me!

Kingdom Hearts III: Frozen World (Not helped by the drastic re-writes.)

FFXIV: Levels 35-40 (Coerthas-It can drag on when you just want to get the ship and leave already.)

FFXV: Garlemald Nifleheim outskirts. Not a lot happens here and the railroading (ha) really kicks in.

Bear and Breakfast: The Ice Chateau (Where I first noticed this trend)

Any Pokemon Game: if there's a Ice gym, it's always the 6th/7th gym.

Xenoblade Chronicles: The Arm. There's no point for that part of the story to exist, it's just filler to get to the rest of the plot.

The Legend of Zelda; Multiple games pull this, although Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time are most notable.

Luigi's Mansion; Dark Moon: The 4th out of 5 mansions is the Ice Cheateau.

Really, Most Mario Games, due to Nintendo sticking with What Works.

I originally had a longer list, but I can't seem to find my notes. Feel free to reply with your own games!

[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

1, 20 and 30 for the OC ask game! I'm sooo curious about Alex!! :D

1: Ok so voice claim is hard, since he always basically sounds how I sound in my head which is wildly different to how I sound irl. But I would have to say Cody Carson the frontman for florida pop-punk band Set It Off

Specifically listen to their song lonely dance, the bridge section is almost exactly what I have in mind

20: Alex has had a mix of fighting styles over the years that have stacked on top of eachother and he uses any number of weapons. He started as a dual weirder exclusively, dipped his toes into spears tho (the canon lore being him learning biting jabs) and went all in on a sorta battle mage lancer. His lance acts as both a deadly weapon and staff. His fighting style is heavily inspired by the owl house and ffxiv dragoons

30: idk I think he’d be pretty chill, so long as you aren’t just a supremely shitty person he gets along well with most people. Honestly he’d pull some shit along the lines of “you ever had a mt dew kickstart before, would you like to” he’s a menace about bringing modern innovations into places they shouldn’t be, will show Alethia vine compilations from 2014. They seem like they’d enjoy doing fiber crafts together and just vibing.

[threetrollsandadryad]

Hi, I'm Patrick/Fig, a blank slate character the audience can project onto!

Though it was ten years ago I started this blog, it is only today that I'm getting around to making a proper intro post.

My icon is from my kickstarter cameo in Tales of Alethrion. Hilariously, they made me tall.

This used to be a Homestuck fantroll RP blog way back when, but these days I mostly talk about Touhou.

Occasionally I also post snippets of original worldbuilding from my tabletop fantasy setting, Disl-Aum.

I play Medieval 2 Total War competitively, FFXIV casually, and several other games incorrectly.

I am employed to dubious ends in the dark art of Javascript.

It is my sincerely held religious belief that cinnamon goes good with everything.

[redwayfarers]

to kick your feet strive, but not to yield

Fandom: FFXIV

Ship: Nika/Minfilia

Characters: Nika Perseis (WoL), Thancred Waters, Minfilia Warde

Words: 1553

Rating: Gen

Read on ao3

title credit goes to nois!

There are no more songs in the Rising Stones. In Revenant’s Toll, maybe, and in the inn outside there’s always something to hear - a dirty joke, juicy information, lies, half-truths, insults, flattery, and the ever-present sound of music. Nika himself sometimes plays there, and those nights are when most people come. Those nights feel like a relief he can’t find behind the door to the Scions’ residence.

Because the Rising Stones have, for the most part, become silent. Or his idea of silence, anyway. It’s not literal, there’s sounds of footsteps and quiet conversation, but that’s all there is and it makes him want to pull all his hair out. There are people, familiar faces, bloodshot eyes, clinking of cups against wood, but it’s all so muted and muffled. 

It feels vaguely familiar. Nika was young when his father died and when he moved to Limsa, and the first few years, as he and his mom settled and started building a life there, were marked by a similar sort of eerie silence. There were conversations, but never ones that needed to be had. How would a child know how to ask what happened to his father and how would a mother be able to answer? So he looked for ways to fill that void elsewhere; in the docks, on the streets, in company of absolute fuckers. And when he finally summoned the courage to ask what his father was like, all he got was, “you have his eyes.” 

They have never talked about it since. And Nika’s since been running from that same silence that now stares him in the eye. It’s a silence of grief, and Twelve know he’s never been good with grief. Twelve know he’s never tried to be. 

But there’s nowhere to run now, is there? Behind the wooden door lies sound, distractions that don’t matter in the long run. Here, with the Scions, there’s silence, but there are also faces that matter. Barring Thancred, of course. Thancred mattered, in another life. Now, his quips only serve to make Nika’s jaw clench. His drunken rambles that were once funny now make him a fucking disgrace that nobody seems to notice but Nika.

And maybe Nika himself is a similar kind of disgrace, running away from people that need him most. And maybe that’s all the drink he’s had tonight whispering in his head, and maybe he too cared for Moenbryda. He had a song he wanted to show her once it was done. Now, he’ll never have a chance to. Maybe he liked her sense of humor and her optimism. 

And now she’s gone. Just like his father. And she left behind the same kind of silence, too. 

Nika closes the door as quietly as he can. Rowdiness buzzes in his ears still. He rubs his temples violently, willing the headache away. Minor injuries, cuts and bruises from the fight with Nabriales are starting to ache too. He just needs to sit, for fuck’s sake. Hair falls into his face, sticks sweatily against the back of his neck, loose, hot, stifling, and he marches down the small staircase and throws himself on a nearby chair. He ties it up in a practiced motion and somehow that takes up all his remaining energy. He slumps down, throws his head back and takes a deep breath. 

The solar’s door opens. Nika opens one eye to see Minfilia and Thancred talking in a hushed tone. Thancred nods and puts his hands on Minfilia’s shoulders, as if assuring her of something. Nika closes his eyes again and kicks the table. His pale, scrawny fingers on her shoulders are offensive enough to kickstart his anger into action regardless of his physical and mental exhaustion. 

Unfortunately, in the quietness of the room, the kick rings out like a shout. 

Nika immediately regrets it. He doesn’t want to open his eyes and see the worried glances people are certainly throwing his way. It feels like pity and he doesn’t want pity, unless he’s seriously confusing pity and general care. He’s too aware of himself to discount that option. Still, he doesn’t want to look. He slumps down even further and lets the shame of it pass through him. 

“Is something amiss, Nika?” Minfilia’s voice rings in close proximity, worried. 

“I’d say our Warrior of Light has yet to let go of his anger for the Ascians,” Thancred supplies and Nika’s eyes open. 

“If you of all people aren’t angry at them, Thancred, then what the fuck are you doing with your life,” Nika says and he would flinch at the way he says Thancred’s name, like venom. Thankfully, he does too. 

“I am angry, Nika. But I don’t allow my anger to destroy the Rising Stones.” 

“Instead you destroy your fucking liver–” 

“Cease, both of you!” Minfilia says and both men press their lips in tight lines. “I understand the situation we find ourselves in isn’t optimal, yet we must keep our composure.” She shoots Nika a reprimanding look. Nika shrivels under her gaze. She then aims it at Thancred, who looks away. “And what we mustn’t do at all costs is fight with each other.” 

“Of course, Minfilia,” Thancred whispers. Nika thinks he sounds a little ashamed. He decides to keep what little dignity he has by not saying anything. “I’m off to do as we agreed. Hopefully, we’ll soon have results!” 

“Pray take care, Thancred!” She gives him a nod which is his cue to leave as inconspicuous as he can with his tail dragging between his legs. Nika watches him go. “Why do you keep antagonizing him, Nika?”

“You know what he’s done,” Nika simply says. “You know what it’s caused.” 

“He’s making amends,” Minfilia argues. “He’s trying to ameliorate the damage he’s done. I’ve already forgiven him for it.” 

He sees the message behind her words. They can’t afford not to forgive a skilled and, however much it pains Nika to say it, a valued member of the Scions. It’s as diplomatic as it is kind. He could never match in this regard, not truly, so he holds onto his grudges like a lifeline. Thancred’s betrayal struck deep. It’ll take more than cooperation, if anything at all, to heal those scars.

“I am under no such obligations,” Nika replies. “I will kill his enemy in battle if he aims for Thancred’s neck, but it doesn’t mean my goodwill extends elsewhere.” There’s a finality to his tone that makes Minfilia pause. 

“As you wish,” she says after a pause. “But if I may repeat my earlier question, are you quite alright? You look like you’re about to keel over if you do so much as stand up.” 

“That bad, huh?” He laughs, but it’s a choppy, insincere thing. “I suppose I am.” A moment of silence. “I’m just so fucking tired, Minfilia. I’m angry at Ascians. I’m angry at Garlemald. I’m angry at the likes of Teledji Adeledji. There’s only so many arrows I have for each of them. And only so much patience, too. Besides, fighting shit hurts. It’s hard on the body.” 

“Would you like me to help you to where you can sleep for a little?” She offers and a part of him wants to say no, to show he’s her pillar of strength yet again, to say he’s truly a man she can rely on. Instead, he just nods, and suddenly she’s helping him up, her warm body against his side, her soft hands against his waist. And she smells like that perfume F’lhammin makes for her, and he can’t help but bury his head in her hair. 

“I just want things to stop for ten fucking seconds,” he says in the silence broken only by their joint footsteps. “Can it stop?” 

“There will always be a need for heroes,” Minfilia says quietly. “You’re this era’s hero. But it doesn’t mean you have to do it alone, Nika.” 

“I would’ve stayed in Gridania or Ul’dah if the Waking Sands–” His fingers press in a fist. “I don’t want to be a hero, Minfilia, but until you find a suitable replacement, I’m the best you have.” 

“Then I shall pray that the day soon comes where you won’t have to be a hero,” she responds. “Or at the very least, a few years of peace, so another can rise in your stead. But until such a day comes, I will endeavor to make sure it’s a little less painful.” 

Nika’s quiet for a moment. When he speaks again, his voice is raw. “That’s all I ask for,” he says. He doesn’t comment on the way she guides him to the couch in her solar, finds a light blanket and places it over him. His heart beats wildly in his chest, but he feels a small, but steady current of calm reach his bloodstream.  

A part of him wants to kiss her. A part of him wants to sit her down and pull her in a kiss, breathe in more of that perfume, but he doesn’t somehow. When he reaches out to hold her hand, she holds it until he’s dozing off and well on his way to the land of dreams.

What more could he ask for, anyway? She makes him want to stop running away. 

For now, that’s enough. 

[etherelleart]

My kickstarter has entered its last hours!! We have unlocked all designs, we are fully funded, and now we just need to hit those final hours, make the most that we can of this opportunity!! Join in now for discounted prices and to help us reach our last stretch goals!! LET'S GOOOO!! DUTY COMMENCED!!! LINK BELOW https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/etherelle/scholars-and-scions-ffxiv-enamel-pin-set

[shochmonster]

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[ofglories]

do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping a ship?

|| Shipping Questions ; accepting!!

Hmm... There's a lot so I'll list just a few.

Well, to use the ships on this blog specifically I would say it's a tie between when we realized oops Bors and Arsène had basically fallen into a relationship without us planning for it at all and that moment when Medraut slammed Bedivere ffxiv into the ground for his attitude and kickstarted bedivere being down bad.

Expanding beyond this blog I would have to say when E'mrys and Romeo were bonding over the shared hell of crafting the ARR relics and planning Gerolt's...vacation. Yeah. Vacation. It was just such a simple moment of casual bonding and showed how at ease they had become around each other that jokes about killing a man weren't off the table anymore. I still look at that thread and smile.

In general... I don't remember the specifics because I've been rping for fucking forever but I think it was the first time an rp partner told me they were happy to write ocxcanon with me?? way back on ye olden days on rp forums

[elidee-art]

Dipped my toes into FFXIV and it really just kickstarted my long dormant love of weird little half-animal people. I think I've spent more time designing WoLs and outfits than actually playing

Anyway this is my gladiator named Candi Sweets. Cotton candy calico....