#ffxiv discord server

[otherworldseekers]

Announcing the FFXIV Creators Support Group Discord Server

I have created a new discord to cater to the needs of people like me. People in the FFXIV fandom who enjoy engaging in creative activities (whether that's art, writing, gposing, character development, world building, etc.) but often deal with self-doubt and insecurity about it. This server is meant to be a safe space where you can talk about these feelings without being judged or scolded. A place where we can share and encourage each other with understanding and empathy.

In addition, the goal is to maintain it as a small and manageable group for those of us who have trouble feeling comfortable in larger servers. To this end, I will not be posting a public invite. If you are interested you can DM me for an invite or you can simply like this post and I will contact you.

I hope to hear from some of you soon!

[exandrianineorzea]

If you're looking for a more laid back FFXIV hangout, I have one that is focused on one particular topic- I've been marking down every reference or allusion of time passing in the Storyline, going expansion by expansion doing everything and figuring out just how long the story ACTUALLY takes. It's called "FFXIV Timeline Project" and I often post updates on general chat of leveling. I just recently finished base Heavensward after having gotten everything to lvl 60 and I'm currently wrapping up all the sidequests. Did you know that the lvl 30-50 Astro quest specifies that that part of the questline lasted 3 moons? And that the gap between carpenter quests is 2-3 weeks? A trip from Doma to Western Thanalan was 'some several moons' according to Yugiri, and the ninja questline sent someone to doma via boat and back again between quests to try and get you clothes. While the armorer quests implies the quests take at LEAST 3 days to craft the gear. You can see things like this and more in the server, as well as just hang out with me as I level and find things and just chat about discoveries or general things in a casual, laid back environment involving a lot of gifs of steaming tea kettles whenever I find something that really breaks that One year time bubble the devs claim the game is in. Get in before I really break the bubble in Stormblood!

discord.gg/8m5EQXAHk9

i am trying to make my discord loud again (< definitely not looking for a any ffxiv hangout servers)

^ at the same time, is very, very, very scared to interact to people!! (please adopt me)

[boocup]

Looking for a FFXIV discord server!

Hello I’m new to FFXIV and I’ve been having so much fun playing the game! So I was wondering if there are any FFXIV discord servers out there? I’m mostly looking for LGBTQ friendly and 20+ ones. If anyone can point me in the right direction I would appreciate it!

[nights-at-crystarium]

behold my discord stickers

[diplomagics]

IIIIII've got what you neeeeeed. And what you need is a bigass cottage.

Babygirl, it's big af. You're gonna need:

A flat, wide, open zone - like in Kozama'uka

The Heels plugin - this shit's raised to avoid ground collision so you gotta rise with it if you RP in it

To tell me how much you like this mod - come on man I worked hard gimmie gimmie

BE CONSIDERATE TO YOUR PAIRING PARTNERS. TURN IT OFF WHEN NOT IN USE.

[cutiesigh]

「Demo WIP」 Can y'all watch my plant real quick? 🍈

[eridan-enjoyer]

If anyone knows FFXIV Discord Servers that like sprouts please let me know! I Just finished ARR finally after trying to play since like. 2020 and I'm obsessed now. (Below is my character btw. Her name is Sosoma Soma and I'd kill for her <3) I'm on the Aether Datacenter-Adamantoise server btw

[lysemma]

Hello Eorzea!

Making friends in any game can be tough, so I've created a discord server for my fellow FFXIV players to meet new friends and make connections. If you're looking to make new friends that play FFXIV consider joining our discord!

[cutebucket]

EmetWoL and AzEmet fans, I have made a little Discord corner for us to hang out in! It's a place for fans of this ship to come share and learn together to cook our own delicious EmetWoL food. Lets bring Emet-Selch into Dawntrail and beyond with us! https://discord.gg/tnpuTBQBYU And have a bonus pic because Chef Emet is looking so tasty~ (don't worry about the knife, he's just cooking, I'm sure it's fine!)

[1ilkenzo]

I haven’t been here in a while holy shiii-

But HELLO!

I’ve come to plug my surprisingly active OC Art SERVER on discord. We have a lot of fun with rotating Alternate Universes, Bi Monthly Art Banners and some pretty fun Art Events too.

And it’s 18 plus! Just to keep everyone safe and comfortable!

One more thing-

Feel free to join even if you don’t have any ocs. I’m sure everyone would love to come help you take the first steps! The server is open to anyone over 18 because we also play games, write and very often just laugh at each other!

Byeee byeee hope to see you here!

-Kendrick

He/him

[sheepwithspecs]

Preview: After Midnight

This is a little taste of something I've been working on for a long time! I'm so excited that I can finally start sharing pieces of it with everyone 😊 I was recently approached by a reader who asked if I would be willing to write Arenvald x Fordola content. What seemed like a fun writing exercise has since become an entire series of oneshots! While these mostly surround Fordola and her journey of self-discovery + finding a place in the world following the events of Stormblood, there will also be a heavy romance element (forewarned). In addition, please expect spoilers for Stormblood - Endwalker expansions. Although it's not required to understand, I'd also suggest reading the two side stories "The First Step" and "Set with the Sun". You can find them on the Lodestone! Please enjoy this small preview! I hope it whets your appetite for the completed product!

Have the stars always been so… calming?

Seated at the latticed window, Fordola lifts her eyes to the twinkling expanse that stretches from horizon to horizon above the sleeping Ala Mhigo. While she has never been one for idle stargazing, endless weeks in a dark dungeon cell have quickly changed her opinion on the night sky. She’d been unable to sleep at all her first night free, finding it near impossible to take her fill of the peaceful heavens, the gentle face of the moon, the wispy clouds breaking apart as they drifted over the city walls to parts unknown….

The window—alongside the bedchamber that contains it—is one of the few things she enjoys most about her newfound independence. Privileges, they’re called, for services rendered. Recently she’s been allowed a room of her own near the palace barracks, complete with barebone furnishings and a guard stationed outside the door at all times. She has a stipend now, a meager amount totaling less than half the pay of a common foot soldier. They’d even agreed to remove the enchanted choker from her neck.

Of course, Fordola is all too aware that this tactic is one more way for them to leverage power over the conscripts… over her. At the slightest provocation, they can just as easily strip her of these so-called privileges and send her back to that miserable cell. The message is clear: only good little girls get treats. But it’s better than nothing, and it won’t be forever. One day they will have no choice but to set her free. She will be her own woman again.

Until that day, it’s better to bite her tongue, bow her head, and accept the few creature comforts allotted by her captors. A window of her own, a cot that doesn’t reek of piss and moldering hay, the illusion of privacy. Three square meals, a roof over her head. Distrust at best, hatred at worst. No citizenship, no rights, an extra crust of bread that serves as the occasional kindness.

In all fairness, service to Ala Mhigo is not very different than service to Garlemald.    

In the past, she might have balked at the idea of a life like the one she now led. The hangman’s noose would have seemed infinitely preferable to kneeling at the feet of those who’d murdered her father. But despite her pain, her crimes, her failures… despite their much-deserved hatred of her… she does not want to die. Not now.

Though she loathes to admit it, M’naago is right: a lifetime of atonement stretches before her, ready for the taking. It’s a burden she gladly accepts. The people of Ala Mhigo, the Silver Griffins, the former Skulls and their families—together, they have the potential to become something far greater than the sum of their parts. A distant goal, to be sure, barely visible over the farthest horizon. But it’s something to strive towards. It’s the sort of Ala Mhigo that Yda would have wanted.

Live, Fordola. Find some hope to hold on to. It had taken years, but she finally understands what Yda meant. You had to have hope in something; that was the only thing that made life worth the endless struggle. For so long, her own hopes had been entangled with her allegiance to the Empire: citizenship, a better quality of life, the safety of her loved ones. Empty promises, all of them, serving to placate rather than inspire change. Perhaps some of the soldiers had believed them; she certainly had, even when the truth stared her in the face.

Now, though… does she even have the right to hope? To dream of a brighter future for herself? If there’s any hope left in her, it lies in those she chooses to fight for. Chin pillowed in her hand, she lets her eyes drift closed as their faces parade through her mind. Her mother, for one. Would she be happy to know her daughter lives? Or would she shun her as a traitor to the Empire? Then there’s Hrudolf, who miraculously survived Specula Imperatoris and, gods-knew, deserved a proper apology for… for everything.

The children of Ala Gannha, too young to inherit their parents’ fear and prejudice, who begged her tarry by the riverside on her rare trips to the settlement.

The few guards who treated her with basic human decency, if not kindness.

Arenvald—

A perfunctory knock at the door is enough to pull Fordola from her musings. She turns from the window in time to see the door flung open on its hinges, nearly smacking the opposite wall before bouncing back with a rusty scrape of iron against flagstone. The intrusion isn’t surprising; by their nature, the guards cannot offer any true privacy. Still, most were willing to wait for an answer before barging into her chambers.

“Lupis.” It’s H’sutyo, one of the thaumaturges that often accompany the primal regiment on missions. Until recently, their job—alongside providing defense for the arcanists—had been to keep one eye on her at all times, ready to activate the enchanted choker at the first sign of dissent. Now many of them, including H’sutyo, worked as blasphemy hunters. She waits patiently for the Miqo’te to speak, one hand still resting on the windowsill.

“It’s Arenvald, the stubborn fool,” she announces brusquely, ears flattened in clear annoyance. “Make yourself useful and go talk some sense into him.”

“Don’t know what you expect me to do about it,” Fordola replies in much the same tone. In the short time she’s known Arenvald, it’s quickly become clear that the man is obstinate to a fault. Once he puts his mind to something—befriending a surly prisoner in a dungeon cell, for example—it will take nothing short of a Calamity to stop him. “He’s a grown man. If he wants to be stubborn, I say let him.”

“Oh, come off it!” H’sutyo snaps. “You’re the only one he listens to, aside from Commander Aldynn, and I’m not about to risk my neck bothering him at this time of night. Besides, he’ll bend over backwards to please you. Anyone with half a brain can tell the lad’s sweet on you.”

Sweet—? What’s that supposed to mean? Brushing the errant thought aside, Fordola reluctantly stands. It seems her admiration of the night sky will have to wait.

“What’s the problem, then? He ought to be asleep by now.” As should I, she admits ruefully. The midnight bell has already sounded. Mornings come early, at this time of year, and she is in no position to be caught sleeping on the job.

“Ought to be,” H’sutyo agrees. “It’s his legs, though. The chirugeons whipped up a tonic for the pain, but he refuses to even glance at it.”

“But what am I supposed to—”

“Listen, I don’t care if you have to force the godsdamned thing down his throat! Just see to it that he drinks it, then get your arse back here before anyone finds out,” she huffs. “So long as you’re back before fifth bell, there shouldn’t be a problem. Magnus agreed to swap duties for the evening, so I’ll be standing guard here until dawn.”

“And if I’m discovered? What then?”

“Tell the truth and hope for the best. Or pray, if that’s more your style.” H’sutyo lifts her shoulders in a dismissive shrug. “Still, a few meandering guards in the dead of night shouldn’t be much of a match for the Butcher eh? Not much of a Skull if you’re caught that easily.”

“Hmph.” Part of her wonders if this might be some sort of convoluted trap, some insidious design to knock her off her feet and watch as she tumbles back down to rock bottom. No more bedchamber, no more window. She can almost feel the crushing weight of that accursed collar, tight around her throat.

Then again, this is no ordinary, run-of-the-mill Resistance guard. This is H’sutyo. In her care, her status as a prisoner never seemed to matter; she’d always been treated with the same offhand disdain shown to everyone else. It’s grounding, freeing, in the sense that she never has to wonder what to expect. The tip of the woman’s striped tail flicks back and forth with impatience, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Fordola fastens her sandals.

“Can’t you move any faster?”

“Tch!” You should be thanking me for doing this in the first place, she thinks, briefly wondering if she ought to get properly dressed. It’s probably not the best idea to be padding down the palace corridors in her nightclothes; it’ll be twice as humiliating for her if she does manage to get caught by the patrols. She decides against changing almost as quickly, if only for H’sutyo’s thinning patience. Not that I have much say in the matter.

Even as she thinks the words, she knows them to be untrue. She would have gone to him regardless, simply because it’s Arenvald. Because she’s partly to blame for his current predicament. Because, despite everything, he is her friend. Her big, handsome, headstrong friend with a heart of gold and a smile bright enough to light the Void. Who’s apparently sweet on her… whatever that means.

She ignores the way her heart quickens a little at the thought with practiced ease; at this point, pushing aside her emotions has become something habitual, almost instinctive. Sweeping past H’sutyo, she stands in the corridor and watches as the door to her bedchamber is locked tightly. H’sutyo stations herself in front of the threshold, cold eyes glaring out from beneath the griffin’s beak on her hood.

“Fifth bell,” she grunts, and falls silent. Her eyes slide away lazily, focusing instead on a patch of plaster just above Fordola’s head.

Once again, the message rings clear: she is dismissed.

[hook-line-and-sinkur]

[seithr]

@angelictactics @lululeighsworld

FFXIV resources I take for granted but apparently a lot of people don’t know exist

The Balance: Community of math wizards who calculate your optimal openers and gear melds, then publish the information for everyone.

Lulus Tools for Ocean Voyage: Detailed information about upcoming ocean fishing voyages including baits, int procs, weather conditions, and more

Garland Tools | Database: Allows you to look up anything in the game, where you get it, and how to use it. Additionally allows you to make interactive crafting checklists that show materials needed. Best for simple solo crafting.

Garland Tools | Bell: Lists all special gathering nodes, where to find them, what time they’re up, what level you need to be at, with customizable notifications

Teamcraft: hub for various crafting tools including rotation planner, crafting checklists, crafting commissions, and more. Best for social crafting.

Eorzea Collection: Glamour hub, lists armor sets and has a gallery of user submitted glams

FFXIV Gardening: Database of seeds, cross breeding pairs, and a planner for your garden.

FFXIV Collect: create an account and manage your collections of mounts, orchestrion rolls, minions, and more.

MogTalk: Official host for world first races for Savage and Ultimates.

Gillionaire Girls: Crafting Levelling guides and Macro resources for DoH

Lulus Chocobo Color Calculator: creates a list of feeds to dye your chocobo new colors.

Sightseeing Log Helper: simple tracker to complete the early sightseeing logs, which are kind of bullshit.

[rose-garden-sonas]

Eorzea Emblem FFXIV Weekly Prompt - Leisure

A leisure time at the beach ft my WoL Ériu and her sea turtle minion

Had this taken while I was at the Roelezen AP yesterday for our server’s weekly prompt

[koukouture]

hey chat 🧍‍♂️i have an ffxiv discord server... it can be like our secret lil fanclub https://discord.gg/KqGEk4k2

we can talk about WoLs and plot and uhh yeah. anything ffxiv related really

[peeporoons-notes]

Start Here

* A person hangs in a starry void. This person is you. ▒▒▒▒▒. First there is darkness, but color spills into the black—vibrant blues and touches of red blooming around you. You begin to float down, down into dim red, until your toes touch water. You don't break the chilled surface, standing weightlessly above the unknown depth.

* A resounding female voice reaches out.

"Hear..."

* The void glows violet.

"Hear... Feel..."

* You see a hot, white orb in the near distance and walk towards it. Before you can reach, a darkness of far greater size unfurls between you, like a vile insect pumping its wings out after emerging from an old skin.

* There is something else inside. First emerges a clawed gauntlet, and then its wearer, hooded and masked. You know he means ill, but you stand your ground silently.

"Hear... Feel... Think..."

* The orb is still there behind the man when the smoky shadows clear, and this time it moves towards you. You face into the light until you are enveloped in a bright blaze that sings like the edge of a wineglass.

* Your outfit has changed when the blaze recedes (reflecting your chosen class) and is now totally sick.

* You won't wait for him to make the first move. A weapon of pure light manifests in your hands, and you begin to ready your attack. He responds in kind, more shadows surging forth from a the foreboding sigil that appears in front of his face.

* You lunge at each other with deadly intent, but the impact never comes. The scene evaporates from your senses, leaving you in a bright nothing until you're brought back to reality by the sound of carriage wheels clattering over pebbles and dirt road.

??? "...Hey. Hey, you!"

———————————————————— * Follow a starter class to read from its perspective, as it determines where your journey begins.

Gridania (to be added) [ Archer | Conjurer | Lancer ] Limsa Lominsa (to be added) [ Arcanist | Marauder ] Ul'dah [ Gladiator | Pugilist | Thaumaturge ]

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