#ffxiv garlean

[starfalldancer]

toxic gay tension

[koukouture]

Hiii okay so I am trying to figure out what time period roughly Garlemald's fashion would look like for my fic and the problem is I get really conflicting vibes.

Like, on the one hand Garlemald has all of this dark, Star Wars-esque armor for the military

And on the other you have more traditional double breasted military jackets that have been staples in imperial uniforms for centuries with epaulets, sashes, stiff fabric and sometimes fur for Garlemald's winters I presume

And then a lot of the normal citizens are kinda just wearing the universal normal fantasy world civilian clothes with varying degrees of detail and embellishing to distinguish class or profession.

Obviously we can eliminate Greco Roman clothing styles even though Garlemald is heavily based on Imperial Rome due to their advancements. We can also place them ahead of industrial revolution fashions since Garlemald is well beyond all of that as they have trains, cars (yes I saw cars in the ruins of Garlemald come on now) and obviously their airships, robots, and various types and styles of guns.

I know Garlemald is rooted mainly in Imperial Rome but I'd argue a lot of their influence could be attributed to Fascist Italy circa WWI because yeah Garlemald is very much pulling a fascist thing.

Having said that I would roughly place their fashion around here with some exceptions and fantasy influence because of course. After seeing Jullus and the Imperial Armor set I am doubling down on this early 20th century look for Garlemald so here are some references of civilian clothes for your Garlemald needs

And some evening wear because I know a lot of us are writing Garlean balls lmao

Not a lot of stuff for the guys lmao outside of the double breasted military coats that are kind of timeless, suits have remained roughly the same throughout history though it is worth mentioning that bowties were mostly the rage back then

Two brands that are nice to look at are vintage Dior and Chanel as they were both founded around this time as well as Hugo Boss who used to make uniforms for the Nazis.

For something more fancy, Edwardian wear is a good reference but after that, ruffles aren't super popular and give more rise to more timeless silhouettes.

Obviously you need to have some fun with it! FFXIV is super loose with time periods and fashions you can play around with it however you want!

[amalthea-felsblood]

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 ∘ "𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗? 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜?"

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beware of feral viera healers

[therealdesastrffxivpast]

Miss Murder...

[spicy-batman]

Caught on camera: Hero of Eorzea kicks an old man while he's down

[mpatrycjaarthorizon]

TW:/ Blood, experimenting

[HUMAN WEAPON - Garlemald | Nerreza past]

A little lore into how she lost her third eye and gained Resonant

Creating an obedient soldier out of her....until a certain time...

[aikarosethorns]

Little sketch Thingy I did for Saffi Adkins on Twitch <3 her wol Prince learning how to be a domestic little boyfriend with Erenville

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Two Young Men: Interlude

Quintus' grave was the newest one in the enclosure. Kneeling before the freshly turned dirt, Reinhardt reached out to place a hand on the mound. A small scattering of flowers--secured by rocks--was on the top. In front of the flowers was a piece of wood, acting as a makeshift altar for a flask and an incense burner. The latter the dragoon recognized.

"They let you near him?" He asked, surprise flickering over his features.

"It helped that I talked quickly." Smoothing out her healer's robes, Riven Sadler joined Reinhardt. "Also, the lot of them were shell-shocked. I said I could enchant a shroud to keep him from decay until everyone's in their right enough minds to do whatever the norm is for funeral rites." Blue eyes settled on the flower and rock pile, then roamed over the other graves.

"All their hopes were pinned on the Xth." She said softly.

"They say anything more on what happened?" Reinhardt asked. The scholar nodded.

"The radios.” She began. "Luck, fate, the gods - somehow they had more of them than the Illrd. Anything before that..." Riven mimicked an explosion with her hands, adding a sound effect for extra emphasis. "Varis’ return to the capital and the prince's miraculous recovery resulted in very many public, brutal and bloody assassinations. When he died and Nerva put in his claim for the throne, many of his followers were out for blood.”

"You kill my friend, I kill yours." Reinhardt murmured in understanding. "It snowballs from there. Especially if your command's injured to the point where they can't fight anymore.” That was a blow to both pride and honor Reinhardt could understand. Quintus might have been able to continue leading his troops, but to not be able to avenge fallen comrades or even his Emperor…

"There were some attempts to establish neutral zones, to keep some basic rule of law going for the civilians. But that didn’t last long and the rest…”  Riven trailed off, exhaling. “We know.”

"One scream and three-quarters of the entire country gets tempered." Reinhardt finished. "Including the entire lllrd Legion and members of the Ist that weren't near a radio." He sighed. "And they've been like this for months.”

"This isn't even the first graveyard they had to put together." Riven said. She watched as the dragoon shifted his weight, drachen-mail clinking softly. He extended a hand towards the makeshift altar.

"Got any charcoal on you for this?" He asked, picking up the incense burner.

"I have exactly one disk left." Riven reached into a pocket, taking out the charcoal. She watched as Reinhardt dumped the ashes of the previous offering to the side, then set the empty burner back on the wooden plank. Reaching into one of the two pouches strapped to his armor, Reinhardt took out a cigarette, along with flint and tinder.

"I'll hold the disk, you get it burning." He said. Riven obeyed, a small spark of flame coming to life from the striker.

"Not in the mood to get haunted?" She asked, bringing the fire close to the disk.

"Last thing I need is his ghost getting pissy that I used magic at their grave."

"He'll be coming for me first, not you." Riven removed the flame as the charcoal started to glow red. Reinhardt set the flat circle in the burner, Picking up the cigarette. He carefully unsealed the paper, sprinkling the chopped-up tobacco on the charcoal. A sweet, earthy-like smell began to waft into the air. Reinhardt set the lid back on the burner, rocking back on his heels as wisps of smoke began to rise from the little metal vessel.

"You were a bastard." He said aloud. "But you kept your men going and were able to save countless lives. I'm sorry that this is all I have to offer." Reinhardt bent forward, his head all but touching the ground in front of the temporary grave.

"I will bring better when your countrymen properly inter you."

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The next morning Jullus found he couldn’t muster the energy to get up. In the back of his mind, he halfway expected the Eorzeans to come charging in, demanding that he get up, get dressed, get to…whatever work they’d decided would be appropriate slave labor. But instead he was left alone—save for a young healer dressed in yellow and green robes who stopped by his cot with a tray of food.

“Special for you from Healer Bishop.”  She said, her voice soft. “Eat it while it’s hot, hmm?”  Jullus frowned, taking in the covered plates. “Also, orders from Commander Junius. You and yours are on unofficial limited duty for the time being.”

“Limited duty?” Manius said. It sounded as if he was a bed or two away, Jullus noted. “Why...?” The healer turned to face him, tight brown curls springing with her movements.

“Because the lot of you aren’t fit for anything at the moment.”  She said, crossing her arms. “Thus, it’s medical checkups and stuffing you full of food. Also, I’d imagine proper baths would go a long way in helping you get back on your feet.” Murmurs rose from the other cots surrounding Jullus.

“I’ve been dreaming of a shower.” The soldier in the bed next to Jullus whispered. “Just…hot water, scented soap…fluffy towels…”

“Can’t promise you on the scented soap and fluffy towels, but the water’s nice and warm.”  The healer said, smiling. Her teeth were a sharp contrast to her dark skin. “Can’t loiter for too long, too many people in the lines for the baths as is. And—ah, Nophica cut me, I damn near forgot!”  She spun about, pointing a finger at Jullus.

“You’re to report to Healer Bishop after the baths! He wanted to check you over personally.”  The statement cut through Jullus’ confused malise, and he sat straight up in his cot.

“Wait, what?!”  The memory of the scowling medicus flashed through his mind. “Why?”

“It’s not my likes to ask what the Warrior of Light and his kin want.”  The healer replied. “I’m just the messenger. Now start eating that food before it gets cold.”

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Previous chapters of Two Young Men here

Also credit to @saesama for her idea of the cigarette in the pouch, first mention can be found here

[candycryptids]

Nightmares, Trauma, Jealousy

If the tireless, dauntless, Eikon slaying Warrior of Light won’t pay attention to him he’ll simply take more extreme measures until he Cannot Be Ignored.

Character on far left is Kizuna and belongs to @zombiesockfuckinglovescardfight

[amalthea-felsblood]

𝙰 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝… 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 ∘ 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙰𝚐𝚎 ∘ 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎 ∘ 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘?

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boyfwiends ✨️

there's a 50% chance that Shura will bite in response

[therealdesastrffxivpast]

B-birb...

Niko's carrd is done... https://comfoc.carrd.co/#nico

[celest-star-collection]

I am so bad at sharing art consistently but AAAA here is my attempt

Was having trouble figuring out her appearance/body type but here it is, a character idea I have had for a while that I finally made with one of my wives, Artemis @glassknight and a bestie Sami @shadowchroma

Name: Anima Grave ["Soul; Breath; Spirit"]

Real name: Isolde Briarrose ["Fair lady; Iron ruler, Ice ruler; Thorny Rose"]

Origin: Lapis Manalis a small village in Cerulean Ingens, Ilsabard

Occupation: Butcher, Now "Warrior of Darkness" Anima Primal Proxy

Ancient name: TBA

Nameday: 10/31

Race: Garlean/Midlander, Hyur

Gender: Female

Age: ~28 (ARR)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Height: 5'2”

Relationship status: Single, Uninterested at the moment

Fighting style: (MNK) -> later (RPR)

Fighting style: Agile, swift, very mobile and a lot of aerial movements/flips. Will go for the knockout/kill shot when open. Will steal the LB from Tsu

Trivia:

- Due to being the proxy of a primal Isolde ages much much slower than she should. Aging a year for every 5-10 after she reached her prime.

- Grew up knowing and having been raised around reapers so she has the aptitude for it but not the skills yet at the start. After meeting Drusilla again after 20 years the old woman decided to train them properly for it.

- Is obsessed with death, animals and plants, has a hard time understanding people but would like to try.

- Alyx is the oldest of the group, follower by Tsu and then Anima.

- Her chocobo's name is Corpseguard, he is a pure black chocobo

Tsukuyomi is Sami’s girl and Alyxander is Arte’s.

Base for the first made by DesireeU on DA.

[mpatrycjaarthorizon]

"She wasn't afraid to be herself

when everybody said, "be a lamb,"

she showed her fangs

and became a wolf"

[trysta-rider]

Look! A Garlean snowflake! 🥰😁