#lucida sidera

[maridoodles]

Pre-orders for @ffladieszine OPEN til May 17!

Here’s a close up look at the merch I designed for this gorgeous FF ladies zine! You can get this 2.5” acrylic charm with the Astra full bundle or the Lucis Golden Era bundle, and this tote bag is available as an add-on!

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[thephoenixcave]

The ladies of final fantasy zine came in! Lucida Sidera @ffladieszine is full of art and short stories centered around the female characters of the games. It also came with a nice merch pack of stickers and prints! I recognized two of the writers @runicmagitek and @laurentheflute and will read their stories first 🥰 but I am looking forward to reading this book cover to cover 👀

[only-by-the-stars]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy IX Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garnet Til Alexandros XVII & Eiko Carol Characters: Garnet Til Alexandros XVII, Eiko Carol Additional Tags: Post-Game, Found Family, references to other Final Fantasies, i love my girls so much, Written for Lucida Sidera: A Final Fantasy Ladies Zine, zine fic, Kintsugi Summary:

In the aftermath of the war Kuja waged upon Gaia, scars still remain on the land and its people.

However, that doesn't mean that beauty can't still be found in what was left behind, or in the efforts to repair what was broken.

Written for Lucida Sidera: A Final Fantasy Ladies zine.

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My Final Fantasy IX fic for @ffladieszine! It was such an honor to be a part of this zine, and get to show my love for this series, this game, and these wonderful girls!

[kleptocos]

A preview of my piece for the @ffladieszine! My 2-page spread is a collage of 10 photos of Yuna based around the theme of water 🌊

Preorders are open now! Details at @ffladieszine!

If you’re an FF fan, you will not want to miss this one! The love and talent that everyone brought to this zine is amazing! So thankful to be part of it!

FF女子ずジン予約受付中！ ユウナのコス写真を10枚掲載して頂いた！

[ffladieszine]

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[britishmuffin]

Y'shtola (for the @ffladieszine)

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[sp00kymulderr]

chapter 1

Warnings: None for this part, 18+ for the series as a whole

Pairing: Ezra x ofc

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Escaping a world that offers nothing but hopelessness, Mireya starts a journey to a new beginning. On the transport where her voyage starts, she meet an intriguing man with his own dark past. He might just be an important piece to finding the way to the new life Mireya has always dreamt of. Or perhaps he’ll be her undoing.

A/N: You may have seen this before, but it was deleted. I'm trying to write more of what I love and I have always loved this story, thank you @chronically-ghosted for inadvertently reminding me of that. Set before Prospect. Part one is really just an introduction, and a very limited introduction at that to our oc because of the nature of the story.

The small, elegant Cerphain soars along the dangerously rocky coastline of Zjara’s outer-lands with a grace few other creatures can manage. The bird flies free; weaving amongst the jutting rocks of the cliff-face where it nests, then sharply diving to skim the water for sustenance. It’s black feathered wings spread, catching the wind to guide it on it’s way wherever it wishes to go.

Mireya Seda had always envied those birds, watching them from her one spot of solitude on the whole miserable planet of Zjara – once a world of natural beauty full of creatures like those birds, now a barren land turned grey and cold by it’s uncaring inhabitants. Every night for years and years the young woman had dreamt of flying, of sprouting wings and finding her way out of the arid commune with the ease and grace of a Ceprhain.

There was never anything for someone like Mireya on the planet, she had known that for all the cycles she had been there; no warmth, no hope, no soul. Just the grey, rocky plateau and the waning moon peeking through the never-ceasing thick blanket of clouds. A place of purgatory with it’s vicious icy rivers and the bleak landscape of a dying place.

It had been that way since she arrived; eleven years old when she had been sent to the commune. Now twenty-four, every day of that time Miyera had only wished to escape.

So she found a way out, a way to fly even higher than the birds. Running away with a clear path of chaos left behind, destroying what had held her in place for so long. No more fear, no more duty. No more. Paying her way on to a visiting shuttle that would dock to the Deonida - a long distance hauler - and take her across the system and away from the miserable bone-deep cold of Zjara and it’s people.

It’s funny then, Mireya thinks, that the hulking metal transport that will take her away from purgatory feels almost as claustrophobic and caging as the settlement did. Somehow after a week on the ship she feels more jealous than ever of creatures who don’t have to rely on the suffocating, behemoth vessels to find their place.

The Deonida is huge and oppressive in it’s structure, but it’s the only hauler that could traverse across the system all the way to Tereverus in exchange for her hard earned credits. With all she has to her name – credits earned in secret through various skills cultivated in years of captivity – Mireya can afford to pay board on the ship, a bunk in a cabin shared with too many others, and a one-way journey to a world with endless potential and a future that could never be dreamt of in Zjara. A chance of freedom, if she could only make it several weeks on the labyrinthine transport full to the brim with wayfarers just like her – looking for their new start.

One of the few blessings of the grimy, overpopulated Deonida is the observation deck. Often empty - the vast expanse of stars seemingly unimpressive to the drifters who spent their lives travelling through space – the large windows with a narrow metal bench facing them is where Mireya finds herself more often than not, in some state of wistful meditation that helps focus on what’s to come instead of where she is stuck for the time being.

She sits silently and watches the stars in quiet wonder. It makes her feel so small – a speck of dust on a map so vast and encompassing that she might vanish to thin air in a moment. It’s often like that on the hauler too, left to her own devices and only interacting when trying to find a crew she could go to Tereverus with, on Zjara she learnt well how not to draw attention to herself and that modest manner meant she was left alone for the most part now too.

It’s a shock then that when Miyera is standing at the window, hand pressed against the thick, cold glass as she wills herself to feel some peace amongst the beauty outside it, she is lulled out of contemplation by a deep, distinctive voice of a man.

“I wondered if we might cross paths here soon...” he starts, making the woman gasp lightly in surprise. Turning she finds the source of the words to be a man with tired, brown eyes and a mess of dark brown hair – an unusual tuft of blonde at the front. He looks worn and weary, but greets with a surprisingly pleasant smile. It is unusual, for the occupants of this ship.

“Oh?” Mireya responds gently, pleased beyond expectation to be able to share words with someone after what felt like years of silence. On Zjara, it was rare for her to speak.

He nods, looking surprised for a moment before speaking again.

“I noticed you in the mess...you’re not the usual type to...well, I suspected this might be your first ride aboard a long-haul transport?” he queries politely, sitting on the bench as she turns towards him. “Very few spend their time observing the cosmos after their first passage”

His demeanour is non-threatening. Pleasing, the way he leans back with his legs outstretched as if he is completely relaxed in her presence despite their being strangers. There’s a certain and clear charm to him which to Mireya can only translate as friendly – after all he is the first person to speak to her about anything other than shuttle maintenance. Somehow, and perhaps naively, she feels an air of calm wash over as she contemplates the stranger.

His clothes and shoes are clearly worn-in, he doesn’t own many more, and she quickly notices the calloused, overworked hands when he rubs his fingers against an itch on his neck. He’s handsome, but not in an obvious way like the clean-cut folk from Central. A wanderer, almost certainly a prospector – dirt under his fingernails and caked in to the tread of his boots.

Immediately it’s clear this is a man who knows the stars and his place in them, and she can’t help but find herself intrigued.

“I travelled long-range once before, when I was very young. The stars were like magical beings to me, they still fascinate me now. I never really got to see them on…on my home planet” the words are barely more than a whisper, looking away from him as she thinks back to the long, long journey from Central to Zjara as a child. How different things might be if she had never had to take that trip…

The man continues to watch, a crease between his eyebrows as he sees Mireya’s expression change following those words. Does he see that pain? The shake of her hands before she’s clasping them behind her back? No one can know where she came from, not until that place is far far away.

“How many times have you been on board?” Mireya asks the man quietly, trying to distract from the change in demeanour. “Does it always feel this…this…lonely?” the last word a whisper.

“Far too many to divulge. Travelling long-haul can be a laborious task, I’m well aware of that” The man’s voice has a pleasing lilt, an odd accent she doesn’t know. “If you ever need a companion to ponder the galaxy with I’d be pleased to offer some succour”

A soft sigh, barely heard, escapes her lips. It’s easy to be alone but being lonely is another beast, snarling and ugly, one which she spent far too much time with on Zjara. Perhaps this unknown person will make escape easier on an anguished mind.

“I...I’d like that…” Not without hesitation but the words come out quick.

“Ezra” he offers his name and extends a hand.

“Ezra” Mireya murmurs back, a pleasant sound from her lips.

Sitting besides him, she turns her gaze back to the glowing specks surrounding on all sides while he begins to tell her some fast flowing tale about his experiences amongst them. And while she listens with rapt attention, Mireya can feel something intangible rise within her soul – regardless of who this man is, his presence seems to be a catalyst for something spectacular to begin in life.

All at once Mireya understands that, finally, this is the start of her story.

[autofloricide]

tag dump

4.5 -> vibes & aes blogging

1986 -> face card

wanted -> well, do you?

beta cephei -> catton trio

lucida sidera -> felix blogging

[arsanders]

my sticker sheet and charm for @ffladieszine 💎✨ if you love the ff ladies, support us here! (ppsst we've unlocked 3 stretch goals already 💙)

[itsladyj]

A preview of the fic I wrote for the @ffladieszine💫it was an honor to represent XIV, & especially to create a piece for beloved Minfilia!

This whole zine is a genuine love letter to the ladies of Final Fantasy, so don't miss out! Preorders are open now!✨

✨ LUCIDA SIDERA: A FF Ladies Zine 💎 🗓️ April 17 - May 17 🛒 http://ffladieszine.bigcartel.com

[dionysia-ta-astika]

To Dionysus, a Hymn, after Seneca the Younger

And now, with hands upraised, we sing of Thee, Lord of Revels

With many voices sweetly melded into one abounding joy

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

Or singly singing our private sorrows, we, who hold aloft 

Within our hearts the burning thyrsus, call Thee

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

Who tames the wild and makes the mild leap forth 

In madness, hear our song, sung to and of Thee

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

A song of youth, adventures yet undone, the yearning blush of spring,

Full and green, bearing unripe promise, Thine to guide us to the chorus

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

A song in the midst, weaving paean and threnody, bearing harvest

Baskets o’erflowing, mid-life’s fruit, sweet and bitter, Thy gifts renewing

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

A song ancient, wise, untroubled by change in key or phrase, 

Even silent-throated Death shall join the chorus that we raise

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure! 

While broad Ocean binds the shore, and sacred Moon renews her light,

As Morningstar dances with the Dawn, and Evenstar woos the Dusk,

Untiring Ursa - Sing Major! Sing Minor! - so shall our praise of Thee resound,

We see Thy face amongst the stars! We sing, Liberator, as long as they endure!

Lucida dum current annosi sidera mundi,

Oceanus clausum dum fluctibus ambiet orbem 

Lunaque dimissos dum plena recolliget ignes,

dum matutinos praedicet Lucifer ortus

altaque caeruleum dum Nerea nesciet Arctos,

candida formonsi venerabimur ora Lyaei.

-Lucius Annaeus Seneca (the Younger), Oedipus 504-509

[only-by-the-stars]

I really just... don't fit in anywhere I go, do I?

I'm a long-time fan of the Final Fantasy series, but because I went for a long-ass time without contributing anything to it/interacting directly with it, I don't fit in there, and apparently there are people who think I shouldn't have gotten into Lucida Sidera because of this :/

(a few weeks ago I was trying to encourage someone on a LOZ zine server to apply for zines even when they don't have stuff for the source material in their portfolio because you never know and each zine is different, and brought up that I don't have any recent FF fics in mine but still got into LS... and someone who was rejected from LS spoke up and said that they have a lot of FF fics and essays up on AO3 and didn't get in and that "a lot of longtime fans" were confused about the zine's selection process. I have felt guilty about my acceptance ever since)

right now I write a lot of stuff for LOZ, but because I didn't play most of the games as a kid *and* I write for an unpopular ship, I don't really fit in there either. and even among fans of said ship I don't fit in because... idk. I'm just not good enough, I guess.

it's lonely.

[dreamxfought]

Tag Dump :: Verses

the stuffed animal talked… ( crack )

lux in tenebris lucet ( anime )

dum spiro spero ( game )

lucida sidera ( prolouge )

amor vincit omnia ( epilouge )

abundantes in lumine ( alternate universe )

vires acquirit eundo ( fire emblem )

temet nosce ( modern au )

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[britishmuffin]

Preview of my Y'shtola piece for the @ffladieszine!! Honoured to be a part of this project with so many cool writers and artists c:

Please consider preordering a copy of this zine if Final Fantasy ladies are your jam, there's some gorgeous work in it! ✨ https://ffladieszine.bigcartel.com/

[sp00kymulderr]

5th Nov.

This week has been fucking weird. I don't want to go in to detail but the mental health was not it. But then the last couple days have been ??? oddly good. Thanks a lot to this place, this community. Idk. I'm not much of a good at talking to people person but there's just something about people in this fandom that makes life feel alright. I'm obsessed w you guys honestly 💕

I didn't do much this week. I got ghosted. I went to a Rammstein tribute. I ran around the park with my nephew. I had a shit few days at work but what's that but normal right now?

I've read some good good stuff this week.

Who would I be without mentioning into the beat of the night chapter one - transmission by @perotovar - one chapter in and this fic is already everything to me ❤️

Every Colour Illuminates by @the-blind-assassin-12 was a beautiful way to start my week off, a gorgeous read.

Not a fic, but this Self Care with Dieter & Jett post really put me on a good track after some bad days. Thank you @morallyinept

And because I didn't post my recs last week I have have to mention two fics by @covetyou which changed me fundamentally: Send in the Clown

open hand or closed fist would be fine (I'm reading the rest of swat now and um wow 😮)

Lo, how can i convince you to write a bravo the clown fisting fic?!?!

I actually posted quite a lot this week??? somehow??? The notes are shockingly low and tbh I nearly deleted one of these the day after posting but I am resisting and trying to remain proud that I even wrote anything.

I finally posted Our House of Flames pt 3 - Afterburn which I my ongoing 4 part Joel series. Great if you like grief and misery and guilt lmao.

Put up chapter one of Lucida Sidera, my Ezra series featuring my first original character! This fic is an update of something I first plotted and posted in 2019 and has a special place in my heart.

And I also posted these Pedro boy gender and sexuality headcanons!

Tomorrow I have a job interview…I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, but I do need a new job and this one helps me stay in a similar position to what I'm in now. The rest of the week is lacking in any plans bc I’m boring, but I'll definitely be back at the gym and I'm starting a new program so maybe I'll get back into heavy deadlifts since I haven't done any in a few weeks!

Also writing, with hopes to publish a dirty Joel oneshot and possibly a Dieter thing if I can get my act together!

Love you guys. Thanks for the things you do. You're incredible 🩷✨🩷✨