#magitek armor

[figurecollection]

Terra Branford & Magitek Armor 1/6 Scale by Prime 1 Studio, from Final Fantasy VI

[droshawoluv]

NEW #FFXV Vid! Easter Eggs and References >>HERE<<

I need to replay XV a ton before Rebirth is out.

[meranie]

FF6 Artober Day 14: Lightning/電撃

The Whelk, Ymir-- its shell absorbs the lightning beam, causing Biggs and Wedge to panic.

I'd feel bad for them, but... ::shrug::

[superthatguy62]

The Vehicles featured in the Final Fantasy Extra Collection: A PS1 Bonus Disc that came with the Fina Fantasy Complete Works book. Among other features, it featured a 3D gallery of one vehicle per Final Fantasy game. The vehicles are as follows:

The Canoe from Final Fantasy I.

The Snowship from Final Fantasy II

The Invincible from Final Fantasy III

The Enterprise from Final Fantasy IV

Faris' Ship + Syldra from Final Fantasy V

and a Magitek Armor (in-game) from Final Fantasy VI

[umbrasdoodles]

Things are escalating in Final Fantasy XIV. For example, Vaespar has pulled grand theft on the Garleans. They didn't need that suit of magitek armor anyway. 

[tiphares]

i luv my magitek armor sm 🤯🥹🤩😊💖 it is pure joy!!!

[anirlon]

Some old armor concepts for one of our central characters, the knight errant known as Avro.

[sunkeeperxiv]

FFXIV Write Day 9: Fair

Post-EW timeline (no spoilers really, though), ~700 words

Rashe'a plays a trick on the kids in his family and winds up on the wrong side of their parents for it.

Rashe’a had found a foolproof way to enjoy a quiet morning.

He wasn’t unhappy, per se, to be helping his mother and sister build their new homestead, right next to his aunt Eline’s. After the chaos and the stress of the Final Days, a little hearthside boredom was perfectly welcome, and he’d stay and help as long as they needed. Daca’li was still recovering, after all, and wasn’t as much help as Rashe’a knew he wanted to be.

No, Rashe’a had simply never really figured out how to deal with kits. The older ones could be a help, sure, but the youngest seemed to find the worst times to be underfoot. He loved them, really, but they had absolutely no sense of timing. Well, it had taken a while, but he’d come up with the perfect distraction for them, and, to the obvious surprise of his mother, sister, aunt and uncle, had offered to keep them busy that night.

He’d challenged them to a game of hide and seek, named Linna’to the seeker, and had promptly hidden himself on the bed of the Whilom River, confident they’d be looking for him right up till dawn broke. He hadn’t accompanied his uncle to Doma with the intent of benefiting from it personally, but he had to admit the Kojin’s blessing came in handy now and again.

He was both right and wrong, as it turned out - it took only two hours for him to be found, but it wasn’t one of the kits that found him. Instead, as he was beginning to doze off, Daca’li’s head broke the surface of the water above him. He was trying to look disapproving, although Rashe’a recognized the evidence of repressed laughter on his face.

“This ain’t fair!” he yelled. “What kind of a hiding place is this? May as well climb to the top of a tree where they can’t follow you!” Ah, well, it had been nice while it lasted.

“An’ when they hide underneath furniture it’s fair?” Admitting defeat, he got to his feet, lifting himself out of the water and shaking the droplets from his head, brushing the wet strands from his eyes. Daca’li pulled himself upright and set to wringing out his own, longer hair. “I was perfectly visible, they’ve got nothing to complain about.”

“Oh, aye, you were perfectly visible.” As Rashe’a’s vision cleared and focused, he caught sight of a small, blue-haired head peeking out at him from behind his uncle. “So visible that Naih ran cryin’ back to her ma yellin’ that her uncle’d drowned.” He put a hand on the girl’s head and looked down at her. “He’s your cousin, by the way,” he told her. “I’m his uncle. And see, he’s not drowned, he’s fine. But don’t you or any of the others try that yourself.”

“Ah, come now, don’t demote me. There’s no need to be mean about it.” Rashe’a got as much water as he was going to off of his clothes and held a hand out in the direction of home, signaling his readiness to leave.

Daca’li hefted his daughter up into his arms and they set off. “Oh, I’m just having fun with you. You'll get it back eventually. Now, Tahl, she’s definitely going to have some choice words for you about how you made her daughter cry. And,” he said, turning and giving Rashe’a a smile that seemed almost threatening, “I’m pretty sure Eline’s gone and told your ma by now if Linna'to hasn't, so—“

Rashe’a felt every strand of fur on his tail stand up straight. “I— She understands there’s no harm done, right? You told her I was fine? Nothing to be worried about?” He hadn’t actually meant to worry anyone, least of all his ma. What’s more, he certainly didn’t want to be consigned to digging out new vegetable beds for the next fortnight.

Daca’li shrugged, still smiling. “I don’t know what got said or what she’s thinkin’. Tahl was demandin' I find out what was going on with you, and my daughter was cryin’ at me, so I just headed out. She probably ain’t happy though.”

Rashe’a took a deep breath. It was probably fine. It wouldn’t be a big deal. She’d understand. …Still, it was probably best to get home as quickly as he could. So he could dry off. He was starting to shiver, after all.

Because he was cold, of course. From the water.

He heard Daca’li break out into laughter behind him as he broke into a run.

[ritzcuit]

that prop that cube that metaphor is yuri i'll have you know

[setzeri]

More FF6 for the occasion, this time with Terra and Toriyama-inspired magitek armor.

[anneapocalypse]

I get why the camera emote feels anachronistic or immersion-breaking to some people, but for me, who thinks about things like "where textiles come from" in fantasy worlds, that horse left the barn a looooong time ago in FFXIV. 😂

In this game it is pretty clear that "fun to gpose with" is and always will be the most compelling reason the devs will put something in the game, and you can either a) come up with reasons why these things exist (vastly differing levels of technology between different regions, magic, visitors from other worlds, etc), b) decide that the things that don't makes sense to you aren't canon, or c) just not worry about.

I fall somewhere between A and C; if it matters to something I'm writing, I can come up with a reason why it exists, and if it doesn't, I'm not worrying about it. In FFXIV I have a low bar for immersion and that works for me. Even something like wacky character names for me falls under "adventurers like to use weird names."

Not long ago I was asking whether cameras existed in this universe, and now the game has said, "Yup," and I'm rolling with that. Given how common telescopes and other lens-based technology is I honestly don't see any reason why cameras couldn't exist. I could absolutely see Sharlayan having invented them. And in fact I'd almost say Garlemald has to have camera technology with the functionality of their magitek, not to mention the suits of armor with helmets that literally don't have eyeholes. While some parts of this world borrow the aesthetics of medieval European fantasy, it isn't medieval European fantasy, not even really in ARR and HW. Cameras in this world isn't a reach to me.

[fatedroses]

I know I design him with the intention that he becomes an evasion tank, but there's an irony I find very amusing in making his new magitek armor lighter than his original.

[coldshrugs]

ffxivwrite - prompt 3: tempest

word count: 668 rating: mature for mentions of death/violence. summary: io fights through the ghimlyt dark.

A questionable habit, keeping an arrow nocked on the slack string. Fighting through imperial hordes with one hand occupied might be a burden for most others, but the longbow is at home in Io’s left hand. The ready arrow is an extension of her arm, her will, and there are only two things she must factor before loosing it: a suitable target and the time it takes to draw the string. But arrows are precious, and this one must wait.

Io relies, instead, on the dagger in her right hand, a vicious thing, and red from her work. It isn’t as comfortable, but it gives her no trouble.

She entered the battlefield with friends. Hien, Yugiri, Pipin, Lyse, Aymeric.

Alisaie.

Through thickets of smoke and swarming bodies, Io only catches glimpses of them now. A familiar cry of determination implies Lyse is not far, and in the aftershock of an explosion, there is a flash of blue–Aymeric’s cloak–but it is swiftly swallowed by red and black. A shimmering thorned tendril punches through a few footsoldiers flanking her left side, leaving bloody mist in its wake, and relief cuts through the adrenaline. She’s alright.

But signs of her comrades' well-being become fewer and less frequent. Wave after wave of Garlean soldiers seem intent on separating her from her allies. Before long, she is alone.

One makes a bold move to rush her, sword clumsily drawn. Half an hour ago, it would've been an easy dodge. Io misses it by an ilm or two (her chest clinches–too close) but she does not miss their neck. The little blade digs through fabric shoddily enhanced by magitek, then flesh. She frees it with a rough pull, readjusting her grip on the wet handle, and the body falls to the ground.

Shittiest part of Garlean armor, the neck.

There is only action and reaction, the haze of adrenaline, her pulse rushing too loud in her ears. Io moves and the battle moves around her, a gruesome storm with her as its eye. 

She is getting sluggish, but the motions come naturally. Sidestep the heavy arc of an axe. Twist out of the path of a fiery projectile. Leap to avoid a determined shield to the chest, and leap again to use it as a springboard, launching out of range with an ungraceful backflip. Dip low, suck in air that is less choked by ceruluem, and plant a dagger into the nearest calf (she loses that one, but there is another strapped to her boot).

This is almost like dancing, she thinks, missing the ease of tathlums. Perhaps she’ll revisit them, if she lives through this.

Io recalls the sound of her own snorted laugh, but it is a sorry mental stand-in as she pants from exertion. She tosses the last dagger and it reliably finds a Garlean chest. Spin, spin, fingers drawing the string back, the ache in her arms and shoulder, and yes, it is funny. She hasn’t wanted to live so badly since… since she faced Gaius and Lahabrea. 

This deep in Ghimlyt, even that base instinct threatens to slip. In reaching for her future–any future–she is burning out.

There is no time to think about the way her throbbing nerve endings blaze, or the fatigue that beckons her to lie down in the bloody dirt, to rest.

To die. 

The bowstring is taut before she finds a mark (there are so very many), but a soldier bearing down on Aymeric earns their prize. He turns to look her way, and hope is bright in his eyes. The familiar expression fades, darkened by worry. She must look like she feels.

Then the storm shifts, imperceptibly at first, then all at once. The violence ebbs, blown off its course and back to the northeast.

Familiar shouts in the distance, and under the high, hollow ring of magitek shells laying cover fire, comes the heavy clod of Zenos’ armor.

Stay awake, Io. But there is so little left to give. Stay alive.

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIV glamtober Day 9: Melee

This is probably not something Severia would actually wear. But I had fun trying something different for her. You can just barely see her little sword earrings.

Severia: Head: Quetzalli Visor of Scouting (dalamud red, hunter green) Body: Diamond Armor of Scouting Hands: Manganese Gloves of the Falling Dragon (hunter green) Legs: Shire Emissary's Hose (nophica green) Feet: Manganese Gaiters of the Falling Dragon Weapon: Quetzalli Twinfangs

Nero: Head: Neo Kingdom Hood of Maiming Body: Blade's Harness of Maiming Hands: Reaper's Armguards Legs: Metian Chausses (second dye: wine red) Feet: Metian Sollerets Weapon: Scaevan Magitek Scythe

[dalmascan-requiem]

Light's Overture: Magitek

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Cid makes a terrible error.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: none

Part of FFxivWrite 2024

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The Warrior of Light's ineptitude with technology wasn't originally well-known. Well... Cid learns about it the hard way.

This is for day one's prompt for FFxivWrite 2024, Steer.

“Well, I’ll be. I don’t know how you managed to take the Garleans out while keeping the armor intact, Kris, but I thank you for it.”

Cid flashes the Warrior of Light a grin as Biggs and Wedge give a thumbs up. “Now all we need are the disguises, and you’ll be able to infiltrate the Castrum.” 

The engineer taps a finger to his lips for a moment before continuing. “Kris, you haven’t driven Magitek armor before, right? Why don’t you pilot it back to Revenant’s Toll? While Wedge will be using it at the Castrum, it’ll be helpful for you to know how to control one… in case something happens.”

Kris stares blankly at Cid for a moment. “You want me to…?” A look of excitement spreads across his face as he nods. “Okay, sure! I promise not to break it!”

Huh? What does he mean by that…? Cid can’t help but feel that he made a mistake, but Kris already climbed into the armor and is staring at the control panel.

”Hm… how do I turn it on? Ah, this looks like it—“

“Kris, it’s already on—“

Suddenly, the Magitek armor rears back at an odd angle, threatening to throw Kris out of the driver’s seat. “H-hey! What is—“ He pulls a nearby lever in shock, and the armor shoots its remaining rounds of ammunition into the skies above Mor Dhona.

Oh… Hells…

The Ironworks engineers could only look at the ensuing chaos in horror. Kris starts hitting buttons randomly in a panic, causing the armor to pitch around wildly while he struggles to stay on. After what feels like an eternity, the sound of a sharp crack fills the air as the Magitek armor finally powers down.

Cid watches the smoke rising from the armor in silence, feeling a headache coming on as Kris looks at the control panel in confusion. “Oh. Is… is it okay?”

”Kris, just… get out of the armor. Please.”

He quickly gets out of the armor and watches as Biggs and Wedge access the damage, a slight pout on his face. Well, I suppose the Warrior of Light had no need to learn how to pilot Garlean tech… 

“It’s still structurally sound… somehow.” Wedge shakes his head as he looks at one of the armor’s legs. “One of the components in this leg is busted, but with the right parts, we can fix it. I think.”

”Well, that is a blessing, at least.” Cid sighs, suddenly feeling very tired. “Let’s get this back to—“

Kris perks up as he learns the armor can be fixed. ”Oh, that's good! Do you need me to help with—“

”NO.” The voices of the trio echo in the valley, and Kris looks down at the ground, sulking at the disapproval.

I’d find that more endearing had he not damn near blown up the armor just now… “We all… have our strengths, Kris. Why don’t you secure the disguises? We’ll take care of the armor.”

Kris nods. “Alright, I’ll get it done.” Cid wasn’t sure if Kris was still upset at the incident, but when he was out of earshot, he lets out a deep breath and turned to the others.

”The Warrior of Light is never allowed inside the Ironworks.”

[b0tster]

PSX Character Commission of the FF6 Magitek armor but in FF7's PS1 style by @ThreeDPat!

(Terra model by @/mechano_ on fivver!)

More info underneath the cut!

I also modeled and textured it in "my style" which was a lot of fun seeing as this is my first mecha commission!!

For those curious, the model is 1296 triangles!