#Finaly Fantasy 14

[n3rd-qu33n-ffxiv]

Shirogane Hingan Loft

Like most Warrior's of Light, Z'itlalli needed a place to stay in the Far East. Here is her little home away from home, her Hingan Loft.

(Exodus [Primal], Kobai Goten Wing 1, Room #009, 16th Ward, Shirogane)

The seating area with garden.

The hallway with dining area.

The quaint little kitchen.

The bedroom.

[matcha-bnuuy]

Been trying to figure out a cute outfit for Khaitu when they get get pictomancer, which is the PERFECT job for my sweet liz.. with my new fun soft painty brush I thought what better way than to combine the paint style with pictokhaitu! And here we are! They're going to eat SO much paint..

[babybat98]

💖 What made you start writing? 🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? 🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💖 What made you start writing?

I have always loved stories. I was that kid who'd always outlast the fairy tales at bedtime because I was to invested in the plot to fall asleep lol. But my first steaps towards writing started with a particular book.

When I was 8yo a fantasy movie droped called Eragon. I fucking loved this movie. We had it on dvd and I'd watch it over and over. The magic, the elves, the dragons, I loved it all. Now my mom realised that this could be a great chanse to get me to read more, and pushed me to try and read the book the movie was based on. I resisted at first, because books are boring and this was a very big book with no immages. Eventualy mom wore me down thank the stars, and I decided to give Eragon by Christopher Paolini a try.

I fucking devoured that book.

When I tell you that I read Eragon at least 14 times between the ages of 8-18 I'm probably being conservative! And then I learnt there was more than one book! In fact there were 3 by the time I finaly got ahold of them in swedish, and I read book 2 and 3 just as many times as the 1st. I was 13 when the 4th and final book came out and I have never cried so hard over the end of a story. These books shaped everything that I am today. They were my first step into fantasy, reading, dragons, magic, all of it! They saved my life at a time when I realy didn't want to keep living anymore.

But how did this spur my love for writing? See one day when I was... I wanna say maybe 10 or so, I learnt that Paolini was just 15 when he wrote and published Eragon. And little baby me thought if he could do it, why not I! I was already a pro at making up stories for me and my few friends to play, or when we had to write fiction for school, and I had devoured every bit of fantasy I could get my grubby little preteen hands on, so I just grabed a notebook and got to work. And then I just... never really stoped. I still remember my first ever protagonist, Mikene or 'Mi' for short, running from evil soldiers in the rain and hidding in the forest with her friends. The notebooks are still somewhere, maybe she'll make a comeback some day.

I still have that original Eragon book mom got me. It's held together with tape and prayers now, and it's still as magical as it was when I was 8.

🤩 Who is your favourite character to write?

Right now I've been on a Thranduil binge, but I honestly prefer to write a lot of different characters. I feel like trying out as many different voices amplifies them all as individual, and it gives me a chanse to experiment with internal language and personality.

Though I am starting to wonder were the line goes between fanfiction and original fiction truly goes with some of these OCs and their stories😅

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc)?

I

Hate

Non-fiction

I just can't. 'Normal' realistic fiction as well it just, like, the Vibes are Not It. Something in my brain just doesn't work that way. I have a few exceptions for consuming realistic fiction, namely Sherlock Holmes, Dan Brown, and some realistic horror like Hannibal, but for writing? Nope nopety nope.

If we're doing a genre that I don't absolutely hate and would honestly like to be good at; probably detective stories. I love Sherlock Holmes in all the itterations out there, and I'm pretty good at riddles and puzzles, but something in the enginering of it all falls short. Tbf that probably just means I should write more detective stuff but eh.

At the end of the day my heart belongs firmly to fantasy and that has not changed in almost 20 years, though I don't mind branching put into horror and scifi to.

[babbellin]

I bet you can guess what i discovered! XDDD

https://ffxiv.eorzeacollection.com/glamour/62246/bad-bunny

[the-running-free]

By Goodlucktomy

[realms-above]

Prompt 9 - Hesitate

Sylveret wasn’t often partnered with Nirzhi anymore, not when he and Sonja had explored the Crystal Tower while she’d been off being heckled by Ul’dah. Despite their lack of direct interaction while on missions, they worked well enough together to where they were paired more often than she was with Sonja.

Something about their personalities going along, a pair of introverts, and the fact that Nirzhi helped him get through the worst of his memories when they were assigned to Gridania. It was for the best.

So when her normally quiet introverted nature shifted to one of a cold reluctance, Sylveret was quick to notice, though less quick to act.

He only noticed the second day, when he’d suggested to stay at Buscarron’s inn instead of Gridania itself, and though she seemed upset by the suggestion, she knew that he liked to stay as far away from the city as possible. She’d turned away after getting the specifics down, and her tail was stiller than normal, instead of the usual swishing around he noticed whenever they’d returned to Gridania for whatever supply mission she was doing for the Adders in her spare time (he only helped because he knew the area, and barely).

“What’s going on?”

She gulped, he noticed, and she turned to face him, eyes shining with a fake innocence. “What? You don’t like to stay at Gridania, so I was just making sure you’d feel at home.”

“I’m talking about you.”

Her eyes fluttered just slightly, breaking eye contact, and he narrowed his out of instinct. “Nothing’s wrong with me.” She switched to the Elezen language instinctively when a few Hyurs walked by. “I’m just tired. You know how it is.”

Honestly, the Crystal Tower excursion had been the most fun he’d had in... his entire life. He’d been physically exhausted, sure, but mentally he’d been at his top. Before... Well, that had been different.

But once when he’d been the Scion everyone would avoid, or pity, she now held that title. Ever since Nanamo had been assassinated, her moods had turned quieter and quieter. He’d known she was struggling with her title as Warrior of Light, but she’d hardly ever shared with him the details, and Sonja didn’t talk either. “Perhaps what we’re going through is tiring, but if you’re tired, shouldn’t you rest?”

She hesitated, eyes darting around the room, but eventually smiled up at him, a blank expression. “There’s no rest for the weary. You know this too.”

He exhaled slowly and turned his gaze to the sky.

No. She’d probably never rest a day in her life again.

[typohime]

some ffxiv :3

[yajirushiii-blog]

Donnel Montgomery Level 60 paladin Kujata

[errolxiv]

[noroniko]

Final Fantasy OC // Summer 2020

[mana-artes]

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[saoirse-argentum]

Fan-fiction Friday with Final Fantasy: The Beginning...or Something.

Well, after thoroughly enjoying myself during the FFXIV Writing challenge last month, I have decided to keep the story going, but… IT’LL BE TEN TIMES MORE INSANE. XD

This is the first installment of what I am dubbing: Fan-fiction Friday with Final Fantasy.

I will post new updates at least once a week on Friday, and more if time allows between finishing manuscripts, grading papers, and drawing trashy fanart. =]

Thanks for reading. <3

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Saoirse’s eyes were weary. She’d barely slept, how could she with the guilt she felt over leaving Aymeric and Estinien’s whiskey caresses. Estinien on the other hand seemed to be in good spirits, and she worried it was because he intended to gloat when they met back with Aymeric at Forlemort’s estate.

He stopped, a few feet ahead of her and looked back. “Need I carry you?”

She shook her head as she caught up to him.

He took her by the hand and waited for her eyes to meet his. “What troubles you?”

“I just…I know you’re not particularly fond of Aymeric at the moment, but he’s my friend and I feel awful. I just wish there was a way for everyone to be happy.” She let her forehead rest against his chest.

“Saoirse, do not aim against yourself; when you have but a single heart to bestow.” Estinien gently ran his hand along the length of her hair. “Aymeric’s sorrow will pass, but such wounds require time…and though I know it pains you to hear it, space too is much needed.” He pulled back and raised her chin with his fingertips. “You cannot heal him. Not this time.”

She was surprised to hear Estinien speak without the normal agitation his cadence carried when discussing Aymeric. Whatever jealousy and distrust he harbored, he suppressed to comfort her. She laced her fingers with his. She knew he was right. This was one thing her magic could not fix.

 Aymeric wasn’t surprised to see Saoirse with Estinien upon her return. When he awoke and found her missing, he knew where her heart led her. He wanted to run after her, beg her to stay, but it would only serve to hurt her and humiliate him. So, he remained and let his own soul grieve in silence. He wasn’t ready to stop loving her, but so long as Estinien looked her way, his fight was over.

“I have packed your belongings. We should depart before we impose on Lord Forlemort any further.” He walked around Saoirse toward the door.

“Aymeric, wait. I—”

He looked back at her and smiled. “So long as he is good to you…so long as you are happy. You need not say more.” He did not wait for a reply.

Even though he’d stood tall and smiled she could see it in his eyes…his heart was broken.

As they prepared to leave for Ishgard, a heavy silence weighing on the group, a familiar voice called to them in the distance.

Saoirse squinted, trying to see through the blinding white reflection off the snow. “Haurchefant?”

Haurchefant was running toward the entrance, waiving his arm with a bright smile. When he halted before them, he hunched over, placing his hands to he knees and he desperately took in air. “I am overjoyed to see everyone is well,” he spoke between breaths.

“Why are you not back in Ishgard?” Saoirse placed her hand on his back to see to it he was okay.

“When I told Estinien about the storm he just waltzed right out into it. I couldn’t allow him to leave alone, unprepared, so I followed soon after, but it would seem it was for naught.” He straightened with a stretch. “Perhaps the fire in his loins propelled his haste. Had I not gotten stuck in the heart of it, I would have arrived sooner.”

“Hmph. If only you’d remained stranded.” Estinien huffed.

“Wait…Have you been outside this whole time? Are you alright?” Saoirse examined his body for injury, but he stopped her, setting his hand on her head.

“I am well, I swear it. I found natural shelter and made it through…Which brings me to my next point…There is something amiss. I know not what, but I find it’s best you follow me.” He turned on his heel and beckoned them to follow. He’d explain everything on the way.

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According to Haurchefant, he’d seen a strange light inside the cave in which he dwelt the night before and he was certain he’d heard a voice call to him in the distance. He explored the best he could, but found no one. He considered that maybe he was delusional due to the cold and lack of sleep, but before he set out for Coerthas that morning, he saw the light again…in the cracks of the cave floor, coming from below. He thought it best not investigate on his own considering his state, so he made way for Coerthas immediately.

“Perhaps you too have the Echo,” Saoirse suggested but Haurchefant didn’t seem to think that was it. This was a physical manifestation, but the energy surrounding it certainly felt off and once they arrived, they understood.

It felt as though they were being called to, drawn in deeper and deeper until they stood just before the light Haurchefant spoke of.

“What could possibly be casting such radiance from beneath the surface?” Aymeric knelt to examine the rock. It was uncertain whether it was still stable enough to maintain weight. He pressed his palm to it, and the earth felt solid, but he was still wary about moving closer to the center where the fissure was at its worst.

Just as Aymeric’s hand pressed against the surface Saoirse’s ears twitched at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, but no one else seemed to notice. She looked at the fractured stone. It was coming from below. She walked by Aymeric.

“Saoirse, wait!” Aymeric called to her, but she did not stop until she stood at the seeping center of the light.

“Someone is down there. I can hear them…They’re calling for help.” She stood in place, listening.

Aymeric and the others looked to one another as if to confirm that they were not hearing as she did.

“Well, then we will find a way down, but until then, it is best not to test the permanency of such broken ground.” Estinien held his hand out to Saoirse, but she was not as concerned as the others were. There was a certain insecurity in the rock beneath her, but she hardly considered it. She was more worried about the voice calling to her.

“It sounds like a woman…” She looked away from Estinien’s hand to her feet.

“Saoirse, whatever lunacy you are thinking, I swear…by the Fury, if you do not take my hand—”

Before Estinien could say more Saoirse raised her foot and brought it crashing to the ground below. The rock shook, and just before Estinien could reach for her, the ground gave way.

Estinien didn’t hesitate. The moment Saoirse fell through, he jumped down after her.

Aymeric looked back at Haurchefant. “Why would she…”

Haurchefant shrugged. “I suppose we will have to follow suit if we wish to find out.”

Aymeric nodded and they too jumped in the brilliant white light below. It swallowed them in a blinding glow before flickering out.

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When Saoirse finally hit the ground, she landed mostly on her backside. “Ouch.” She winced as she situated herself. She remained seated, too sore to stand right away. She looked around, confused by her surroundings. She was no longer in the cave…or Coerthas by the look of it. A barren wasteland stretched out before her, and two large towers stood off in the distance. Where was she? Where were the others? “Estinien? Aymeric? Haurchefant?”

“A woman?” A cool, deep voice spoke from behind her.

“And a strange one at that,” another unfamiliar voice replied.

Saoirse hurried to her feet, not realizing that upon landing she’d injured her ankle. She stumbled backwards and sat on the ground, facing the strangers before her.

One seemed inhuman in size beneath a full suit of blue armor, he had to be at least seven feet tall and was broad like an oak. The only part of his body not covered by armor were his hands which were an ash gray with pointed black nails. His companion was slender in comparison, and nearly a foot shorter in height, but something about him seemed far more intimidating. His eyes were a pale turquoise and piercing. He wore a long black coat that revealed his muscular chest with leather suspenders crossed over it. The shiny pauldrons on his shoulders matched the belt at his waist. His hair too was a gleaming silver that fell beyond his waist and like the sword in his left hand, reflected the light of the sun.

“Do you mean to run?” He questioned standing over her.

Saoirse swallowed and shook her head. “I just…I’m not sure where I am, and I seem to have been separated from my companions.”

“Then you are new to this world.”

“But who called her here?” The armored one interrupted. “Speak, girl. Who are you?”

“Saoirse. My name is Saoirse. I’m the Warrior of Light.”

“Impossible. My memory serves well, and the Warrior of Light is certainly a man. Is he not?” He looked his silver haired ally.

“Interesting.” His mouth curled into a sly smile as he knelt before Saoirse. “It would be simple enough to kill you, but you may just prove useful.” He offered Saoirse his right hand.

“What are you scheming, Sephiroth?”

Sephiroth glanced at the massive man standing at his side. “You shall see. Not to worry, I think you’ll like it. Now, then.” He returned his gaze to Saoirse, guiding her view to his leather clad hand.

Saoirse looked from Sephiroth’s eyes to his hand and back again. She hesitated. In her condition she certainly couldn’t run, and something told her that her abilities as a White Mage wouldn’t be enough to fight off the two of them. She was lost in a strange place and she worried about Estinien and the others. She was left with little choice. She accepted his hand, and in that moment, darkness washed over her. But it was already too late.

Just where had she led them…

UNTIL NEXT WEEK! TO BE CONTINUED...

[loudsoftsonance]

Wandering Hyperion Queen

I feel like the legacy servers would be ruled by queens that do and go wherever they like :3

[riocakes]

temptation 

[supercation]

[tinkerbelch]