#ffxiv spoilers ?

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

Patch 7.1 Notes (Preliminary)

[fandaniel]

i cant do it anymore guys fandaniel is the logical conclusion of a hermes that knew he ended the world and he repeated his mistakes theyre the same guy

not the gif i was looking for but fuck is he busting it down

[fairygodpiggy]

Roevember Day 9: Trade

In the weeks that passed after our struggle in the Everkeep, shutting off the systems keeping Living Memory online...by my mother's behest... Starbreaker hardly left me alone. And yet, I found myself welcoming her company, and feeling surprisingly aimless without it.

Admittedly, I was wary at first - everyone else kept looking at me as if I would shatter like glass; but she... she carried on like normal. I didn't feel like I was being pitied. Eventually, when I couldn't keep the act up, I was the one to seek her out.

"Come on." She said, "Let's get some mezcal."

I was floored - I didn't know how to respond to that. But still, I followed her and we rode to Urqopacha. We found a table and were quickly set upon by a Pelupelu barkeep, and before I knew it, I had a glass of mezcal in my hand.

And thank the Twelve I did because I would have clammed up as soon as I opened my mouth. Starbreaker asked what I had to say, and everything came out - my insecurities and guilt, but also my frustrations with my mother and acting so...godsdamned flippant right up until the end, and putting on a brave face for my sake.

"You almost wish they wouldn't..." She commented distantly, as if recalling a memory, "I've thought about similar things countless times, and I realized: if you saw how truly terrified they were...how much pain they were in...that guilt would never end. It would haunt every waking moment, and the sorrow would consume you..."

"She did that because she wanted you to live. And he did that because he wanted me to live." She looked at me, then, raising her glass, "And here we are. It never fully goes away, but it gets a little easier with time. To living."

I raised mine as well, "To living. Thank you, St-...Eyri."

We spent the rest of the afternoon until sunset trading stories of our pasts, and getting very, very drunk. We share more similarities than I had anticipated, and I was honored to be shown the person beneath the hero's mantle.

It will be a memory I treasure for the rest of my days.

[prompt list]

[crystalmarred]

Erenville stole the chance to take a bite of his own food whilst Meiko talked, though he had slowed considerably since the start of the conversation, never one to eat large portions.

Meiko, he was sure, had been more accustomed to the staring than he had when first he arrived in Sharlayan. Though he had shed the name given to him and taken on Erenville in an effort to blend in, his accent alone had drawn people's eyes for some time until he had practiced the Vieran one enough that there gaze drifted away from him.

"It... was unusual, yes," Erenville said, though he did not dare use the word lonely. It... had been that, of course, but he was not one to admit as much.

"Koana had already arrived prior, so that proved helpful, at least," he said, eyes turned downcast for a moment with the thought of Wuk Lamat. "Wuk Lamat, however, had been upset about it, though she had not said as much."

Though the topic of Wuk Lamat was not one he was eager to approach, given how hard he had tried to maintain the distance put between them by years away from home.

"Truthfully, given my nature, I fit in better in Sharlayan. The people of Tural tend towards warmth, but I would assume you're more interested in the Shetona and Tesh'pyani than how I adjusted in particular?"

"Aye, true -- back then, we were tryin' tae figure out what th'Forum was hidin', so makes we were notin' the gleaners' activity more." There were so many of them, though! How couldn't one notice them? She chuckled, taking another bite of her meal. "And aye, likely earned a few odd looks. But by th'time we made it intae Sharlayan, I was used tae th'squints and side-eyes. 'Specially from more educated folk."

And it didn't bother her anymore. It used to make her so self-conscious, feeling people look down on her for how she spoke or her lack of proper schooling. But hey, few of those fuckers could say they shook their tits to defeat gods, so...

Humming thoughtfully, she leaned back in her chair.

"How did you adjust? Tae bein' a gleaner, I mean," she asked. "M'guessin' you went from havin' your village an' Wuk Lamat hangin' around you to workin' alone so much. Was it a nice change?"

[shalpilot]

last night i had a dream

[r0zeclawz]

i finally hit level 100 cooking in ffxiv and these recipes are getting a little silly

oh i need to make some vegetable soup let me just gather uhh

1 carrot from the moon

2 cloves of garlic from an alternate dimension

1 potato from the past

1 onion from the furthest point in the universe

1 head of broccoli from fucking HEAVEN

salt

and youre done 👍 enjoy the minor damage buffs

[kingcael]

‘Tis good to see you awake, G’raha Tia.

[rin-tezuka]

This was kinda Alexandria but I want just outright hatred instead of something that can be emphathized with

Final Fantasy 14 expansion where one shard does full on Tuner Diaries style ethnonationalism and warps into Dalmasca and the main story is putting together a resistance to them out of remmnants of the 4th legion and the nascent Dalmascan army before they can use nuclear missiles to wipe everything out. There would absolutely be a scene where you watch the main character give a dramatic speech in the desert and shit

[yhane]

See you.

Inspired by the Pictomancer job quest line

[galacticsabc]

Let's haunt the narrative together!

[nephiieatsuranium]

With your unbeating heart, wish them well.

[swamplevel]

this mod makes me laugh so hard i think im gonna be sick

[winterdeepelegy]

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

Give soup!!

[fisherrprince]

for as much as I love and adore stories where the power of hope and friendship is a blinding wonderful light, full of happiness and ease and laughter, something hits different about the way hope, in ffxiv, looks like this

covered in blood and dirt and limping forward. It’s probably been said multiple times before but isn’t it a reassuring image to know that hope drags itself through the mud just as much as you do and keeps fighting when it can hardly stand. and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting

[cigardoesart]

More assorted doodles of my FFXIV Catman and friends...