#surely her time in besaid was the most ' free ' of it she's ever had and STILL it haunted her.

[braskide]

thinking about an unsent yuna verse to cope with the horrors today.

( clinging to life because she feels like her work is never done; becoming the very essence of what she has sworn to defy. being unable to let go of the high summoner duties entrusted to her and the ones she put on herself, because she does not want anyone else to take on the heavy mantle of sacrifice. )

[toghairm]

alright imma talk about this bc my brain has gone gecko insurance mode for it.

Otherworld that opens FFX and is Jecht’s battle song literally gives out the plot of the game.

I’ll do replies when I’m done but I really wanna talk about it.

Yevon is what makes Sin. Yu Yevon is the religion made from Yunalesca (Yevon’s daughter) that stopped Sin for a short amount of time only for it to continue the cycle.

Just so you know!!

Go now, if you want it An otherworld awaits you Don't you give up on it You bite the hand that feeds you

Right of the bat this game is about “this is my story, my choice, my survival.” And along with innocent lives being pawns. 

The two lines tells me of Tidus. If he wants to live, wants to prove to himself, he has to want it. And he isn’t from Spira’s world. His world wasn’t dead for 1000 years but in Spira, it is. His fashion matches current fashion except the Zanarkand Abes symbol.

Don’t you give up on it, you bite the hand that feeds you.

Yuna. She didn’t give up about Yevon until Maester Seymour’s fuck boy ass. And since she goes against Yu Yevon, an religion that provides to everyone with hope while Sin exists, and has therefore bitten their hand that has kept her safe and gave her a purpose. 

Her father chose the path of the Summoner after marrying an Al Behd then had Yuna as their offspring. Al Behd’s are frowned and treated like animals in Yu Yevon because Al Behd would have ruined their plans, their hope, and the tradition of slaughter. 

All alone, cold fields you wander Memories of it cloud your sight Fills your dreams, disturbs your slumber Lost your way, a fallen knight

This is Auron. Man died after Yunalesca had basically killed Braska and Jecht for this tradition and attacked this woman who is important to Yu Yevon- the woman who summoned the final aeon.

Since Braska chose Jecht to be his Final Aeon, and Jecht making Auron promise to look after Tidus as Braska asked the same for his daughter,

Auron died on Mt Gagazet as he laid there bleeding out, asking Kimahri the Ronso to take Yuna far from Belleve to Besaid.

He then takes Sin into the dream world of Zanarkand- the OTHER WORLD. Where Jecht and Tidus come from.

Hold now; aim is steady An otherworld awaits you One thousand years you ready? The otherworld it takes you

Tidus once more. Since he’s a Blitzball player like much his father Jecht, the aim is to be steady for the game

which is also the same thing of holding your faith steady when knowing what will happen to your Summoner and to you if you are chosen to be the final aeon-- becoming Sin.

This is also much like a game to Yu Yevon, Maesters and Yevon (Yevon is the one that makes Sin, using Final Aeons as a shield to keep it alive.)

Keep your faith steady in Yu Yevon, they will be sure to “protect you” 

And of course, 1000 years, since Spira’s Zanarkand died 1000 years ago- where Tidus is from (the other world Zanarkand. His is a dream, not real.)

Go, go into the sand and the dust and the sky Go now no better plan than to do or to die Free me, pray to the faith in the face of the light

“to do or to die”

Basically, “do as we tell you to do or you’ll die” from the temples.

Since this is also Jecht’s theme song, it says FREE ME.

Jecht is Spira’s final Sin since Yuna took care of the bullshit and changed the game by not holding her faith in Yu Yevon .Jecht was stuck, forever prisoned to be Sin until another Final Aeon arrives. 

“Pray to the faith in the face of the light”

Praying to the faith of Yu Yevon is considered hope, and hope is light.

It is a face of light. Yunalesca brings hope to Spira by making Summoners who arrive in the ruins of Zanarkand to perform the final aeon.

The final aeon was her husband but every summoner in Spira believes the final aeon is alive.

the final aeon is a bond between summoner and guardian. Braska chose Jecht since Jecht was his guardian along with Auron as Auron was saying “yo this shit fucked up lets NOT?”

but Braska was already hated by Yu Yevon for marrying an Al Behd and having a daughter with tained blood, so he was going to die to bring peace to Spira to let his daughter live in a safe world as much as possible and to be whatever she wanted without fearing Yu Yevon will cast her aside due to blood.

Since the final aeon truth was kept hidden, hidden by the face of light who tell Spira that nothing is wrong and to keep playing the game. To keep their faith in them.

Feed me, fill me with sin Now get ready to fight

Towards Yevon, basically a demon if you will, who is fed with pawns of final aeons to use as a shield to stay alive, contining the life of SIN.

Sin is eternal - yunalesca.

By not providing an final aeon for Yevon to use, you have starved the cycle and ending it completely since there is none to take “its place”. 

By feeding Yevon with a new vessel for Sin, you have continued the fight.

The game.

You know you will You know you will

You know you know you know you know that you will You know you know you know you know that you will You know you will

Fight fight fight Fight fight fight Fight fight fight Fight fight fight

Basically, as long you continue the cycle, by keeping your faith into this bullshit, you are making this shit continue and allowing more pawns to be killed. Allowing the fighting for something corrupted (the temples, the belief, everything) to continue.

Fight against the bullshit.

Fight against those who wish to silence those who know the truth.

Fight against Sin. Against the temples. Against your once beliefs.

Against basically a GOD, YUNALESCA.

Against YEVON. THE IMMORTAL.

Hope dies and you wander The otherworld it makes you Dreams they rip asunder The otherworld it hates you

Hope dies and you wander.

Yuna is left to wander why this shit went on for so long, why this shit made everyone lambs in the endless slaughter, why anyone ever believed it as she had her foundation

her purpose

her beliefs  shaken. 

Along with Wakka, Lulu, and others. What they once believed never ever had their backs.

-

Otherworld it makes you. Dreams they rip asunder.

Tidus came into the other world, SPIRA, and it made him better. It made him realize that he was dreamed of by those and to help Spira end this useless pain. His father most likely has asked the fayth to save his son by ending this mess. 

Auron went into the other world, DREAM ZANARKAND, by taking care of Tidus until it was time, most likely content that maybe Sin would never reach here but since the fayth had arrived - it was too late.

It was time to fight.

It was time to accept reality. 

Tidus is a dream. He does not truly exist despite him and his father having physical bodies. Like the unsent (though they did exist, they are more able to become bodies as people die, their hate and anger has to be calmed down before becoming fiends) Auron is an unsent because he is dead and has a purpose.

To take care of Tidus and Yuna as a promise he made. 

Free now ride up on it Up to the heights it takes you Go now if you want it An otherworld awaits you

and then the closing.

That’s basically it.

[cygnahime]

FFX Liveblog Repost 1

I posted this on my DW (cygna_hime FTR), but no one seems to be interested in talking about my FFX Opinions over there today, so I’m reposting it over here. This just gets us to Besaid village. Yeah, I talk a lot.

I'm feeling a yen for cutscenes, so am starting a new save, this one with the original sphere grid and music. I also have a save that's in the endgame sidequest zone, but I'm not feeling blitzball or monster catching at the moment (and I'm never feeling chocobo racing, worst minigame in history that isn't an escort mission). Tidus is very different in the brief time we see him in his element in Zanarkand, where being a sports star has slightly gone to his head (or at least made him think he can flirt). Being perpetually wrong-footed is good for his personality. Although, if I were a national (worldwide? it's not like there's anywhere but Zanarkand) sports star at seventeen, I'd probably have some ego too. When was he allowed to start playing professionally? He has to have been new and shitty at some point. Duggles player with the braids remains super hot. That's just facts. Too bad she's, like, double-fictional. I also still want Bahamut's excellent hoodie. Good fashion choices, although I would wear a shirt under it. So is the sword one of Jecht's old ones, or is it literally a "gift" in that SinJecht has been leaving presents on Auron's doorstep like a cat for the last ten years? Someone fic that, please. It is profoundly hilarious to me that Auron is supposed to be like 30, the more so now that I'm 30 and still have a severe case of babyface. He still looks much more like my dad (age 60-odd) than like me - more hair, but also deeper face lines. Then again, I guess when you're dead you look as old as you feel, in which case I don't want to think about how I'd look. Quantumly uncertain, I suspect. Is she a Literal Child or aged beyond belief? It's both! Still, JRPG ages tho. G-d, I'm older than almost all these characters who still "feel" my age. I mean, part of it is that life-stage-wise I'm somewhat younger than Tidus still (job whomst), which is...pretty depressing...and part of it is that JRPG ages are fundamentally arbitrary, but also, fiction is funny that way. I mean, Tidus, Yuna, and Rikku are believable as teenagers, it's just that when I see them I'm on some level their age and meeting them for the first time. Spiran ecology count: 1 hawk/eagle/seagull thing. It took me a minute to figure out the Al Bhed Compilation Sphere, which I'm not sure I've ever actually used before. I want to know what the Al Bhed at the beginning are saying for once. I'm impressed Tidus knows how to make a fire with flint and tinder. I sure don't. Maybe he was a Zanarkand Scout. It makes pretty much 0 sense that the Al Bhed, an ethnic minority, are confused by the idea of someone not speaking Al Bhed. Especially considering that Rikku speaks Spiran/Common/whatever without even an accent. So does her dad, for that matter, but her brother struggles later to put together a few words. I guess it's a skill only some Al Bhed take up? I presume anyone who goes among Yevonites with any regularity speaks Spiran, even if they pretend not to. It can be a great advantage to be assumed not to understand. Spiran ecology count: a bunch of fish. Tidus's brain carefully elides the fact that in his world no places other than Zanarkand exist. I mean, that's how dreams are: you don't always think about stuff. And of course Jecht shows up to get us on course for the plot. This is much less of a plot device if you think of it as the character having an itinerary for Tidus to follow. Spiran ecology count: a flock of seagulls. aaaand it's my dude Wakka! He knows two things, and they are blitzball and adopting stray teenagers. Well, I guess he's also fairly well up on Yevonite religious doctrine, but that is literally all lies he's going to have to unlearn in the course of the game, so it doesn't count. /gently swims over to pick up the Moon Crest before Tidus has any reason to know it's there or might have any use to him whatsoever. I love the Aurochs, not least because all of them (except Letty) give me free items. I try to keep as many of them as I can on my blitz team. Unfortunately in my other save I had to let Datto go to make room for Nimrook. Can't let other teams have Nimrook. There's an entire post in here about FFX and breathing underwater, which is apparently just a skill that you can learn that then allows you to play a five-minute half of physical activity and being tackled without coming up for air. I have a feeling Wakka and Chappu pushed each other over that cliff a lot. Wakka is probably literally wondering if this is his brother somehow come back with different hair and clothes, on a subconscious level even if he doesn't let himself think it out loud. Tidus is not yet having it. He'll get there. They're both friendly guys. Spiran ecology count: 1 fuckton of coral. Beautiful. "If we give it our all, I can walk away happy." No, Wakka, we are going to win, and I will reset as many times as it takes to make that happen. I wonder what the religious landscape of Spira was like in the pre-Sin days. They presumably had one, or several. It's a people thing. Something animistic, maybe? I mean, presumably fiends and the whole pyrefly situation were still there. Spiran ecology count: 2 cats with weird spine fluff. I want to pet them. Spiran ecology count: 1 dog which I also can't pet. I wonder what the many other statues in the temple are supposed to represent. In my little worldbuilding corner, they were all High Summoners, and the four big statues are just the most famous or recent. Keeps the stonecarvers in business. But I think it's supposed to be that only the four were successful, over a thousand years. That's a little too depressing for me, though. Especially given the number of summoners per year we see kicking around. Three at a time at least, plus more for there to be "rumors" of them disappearing before any of the named ones were missing...Surely it's more likely for one of them to make it through. If you don't turn her away, Dona shows up in Zanarkand shortly after you do. I really love the NPC dialogue. Everyone has their own sentence or two, and they change throughout the game based on plot progression. There's worldbuilding - I love the fact that Besaid is known for its weaving - metaplot, and just all kinds of flavor that make the world feel lived in.

[laughingpinecone]

Yuna sat beside him and he was real and human and her equal 

1374w, Rikku pov, Yuna, Braska, worldbuilding. Chocobox treat for Wingsyouburn!

 When they first touched land on Besaid again and felt the warm sand under their feet after the fall, after the losses, after Spira was free, Yuna went missing.

 Lulu and Wakka shared their thoughts on the matter in silence, needing nothing more than a glance and a private smile as they let the sun and the brine of home fill the space between them; Kimahri grunted in agreement.

 “What?” asked Rikku.

 Lulu's smile grew fonder.

 “What?” Rikku asked again.      Her     home was far away. She knew many of its secrets, not these foreign shores’.

 “Summoner on the cliff,” they told her, eventually, with a shrug, and Lulu turned around to look at the line of trees up above. “About time.” “Yuna back by nightfall.” “Let her be, ya?” “She will tell us what she wants to tell us, when she wants to.”

 Rikku cocked her head at this display of collected wisdom, well-meaning for sure, and sensible too, no doubt, and loving, but of no more use to her than the trumpeting of a shoopuf's snout. She waved goodbye to the trio, to Pops and Brother farther back on the beach, and turned her back to the sea.

 The thick underbrush of Besaid's woods soon closed in around her. The paths were wide and clear, marked by dashes of paint on rocks and bark, but as they climbed closer to the promontory they split off into a maze of crossroads that covered the mountainside like a web. With no signs and no map, Rikku could only trust her instincts, her bond with her cousin and, with some luck, that wistful look Lulu had shot earlier, aimed someplace far up and to the East. “Summoner on the cliff”, they had said, but there were no summoners on Spira anymore, not even hidden among faraway palms and ferns. Not even Yunie. Still, the island's most prominent cliff, she believed, was to her right and at least half an hour away.

 An hour later, a parched throat put an end to a long string of Al Bhed profanities and approximations thereof, with frequent refrains aimed at Yevon's smelly feet. Abandoned by the comforting sound of her own voice, Rikku sighed and leaned against a rock, letting the sounds of the woods surround her. The whistling of a breeze. Birds, calling each other among the branches. The crystalline splashing of thin waterfalls down below. Nearby, faint words, human words, Yuna's words. Rikku perked up.

 “We have all paid our prices,” her cousin said from beyond the trees, and if her words echoed the speech she gave from the Grand Maester's seat her voice did not, it stayed private, personal. “Mine… I mean… how long did you keep your smile? How long is it fair to keep our smile? How much of it was ours? What part of it isn't ours, but Yevon's, I will leave behind and hear nothing of it anymore. I think you agree?”

 Rikku followed the voice into the trees away from the winding trails, hearing it so close now in front of her, separated only by a veil of leaves.

 “Because I know... that it wasn't all Yevon's. I know the warmth wasn't.”

 Past the last fern, the view took Rikku's breath away. A glade opened on a small sunlit basin by the southern cliff, protected by a thick grove and by boulders on the other side. Water pooled on the rocks, one of Besaid's many springs, clear and sparkling in the late afternoon sun. Uncle Braska sat beside it, splashing his feet like a man who hadn't been dead for ten years and didn't have a care in the world, either. He wore his robes loose, chestplate unbuckled, ribbons undone, and had left his heavy headpiece behind, freeing soft brown hair to be caressed by the wind. The holy man (the kind man, the friend of Al Bhed - too friendly, as Pops would have it, but then again, Pops said many stupid things) was massaging his sore neck muscles with a sheepish smile.

 Yuna sat by his side, almost daring to lean on his shoulder, to bask in his contented grace, and talked to him, frank, relieved, understood. She told him of the first time she wove a rope, of a plaque in Bevelle, of the finest points of boiling an egg and it sounded like there was some shared history there that remained safe between them. Small talks, small steps dancing around the words that gripped her throat.

  “I missed you…” she said, eventually, and he splashed his feet some more. “I missed you so much that I couldn't come here. I couldn't afford to be reminded that you were so much more than the hymns and the statues, father. I wanted to, so badly. But I couldn't. The void you left… I had to let it grow smaller. It would be the void I was going to leave in turn, as I followed in your footsteps, and I had to believe that Lulu and the others would… you know.”

 Rikku wished she could hug her then. Hug them both, maybe, in that strange moment out of time which she didn’t want to make sense of. A fair, solid hug. But summoners never got fairness, did they. Not even when they weren't summoners anymore. Not even when they were dead. Braska didn't hug his daughter, but he looked down like he understood her pain and all the world's pain and said, softly: “I know.”

 Startled, Yuna looked at him. She shook her head with a little smile and sat in silence for a while, brightened by his warmth.

 “There is one more thing… then I will tell you again about the chocobos sculptures we made with the sand, I would like very much to tell you about the chocobos. But I need to be honest, with you and with myself, so I will tell you this when I have never told it to anyone on the island. Not even to Lulu, who knows everything. I never came here, father, because I could not stand to find out how you really were. Not only to remember your love from when I was a child, but to meet you again eye to eye, as my own person, and… find out that you were so much more... more kind, more bright, more human than I could ever hope to be. But now… Sin is gone and… we're not so bad, are we? We can sit together like this. I can tell you about places you never saw and people you never met. We made it. Can you believe it? We made it.”

 In that moment he turned to look at Yuna with his kindest smile and faded for a moment in a burst of pyreflies. Rikku blinked. Enthralled by the apparition and by the sun's reflections, she hadn't registered that the small basin was filled with pyreflies, like a chest holding a precious memory. One day, ten years earlier, Braska had stopped there. Rested there. Smiled at his guardians or at a new friend. His pilgrimage had urged him on, but a trace of him had remained in the basin, a summoner on the cliff watching over the island he had come to love.

 So Lulu was right (big whoop, she always was): this moment was for Yuna alone, no matter how much restraint it took Rikku to keep her peace. If she ever felt like getting to know her uncle a little better, she would wait for her turn, another day, another year. Anyway, Besaid’s treasured apparition was just memories, after all, a record stuck in a loop - not the Al Bhed's way. She would rather ask Pops and Yuna and try to make sense of the man behind their words.

 And yet. As she turned around to begin her hike down toward the village, the memory of Braska's words gave her pause. Coincidence, surely. Lucky timing in the pyreflies’ recording, a soft understanding uttered a lifetime ago to different people coming back at just the right time. Her upbringing allowed no other explanation. And yet. She walked down with a spring in her step, feeling loved. Feeling that Yuna was loved, always.

[atopearth]

Final Fantasy X-2 HD Remaster Part 1 - Chapter 1 & 2 on YRP’s Adventures

I still think that for all the dress spheres, only the main ones (including the songstress) had effort put into it because I remember the rest being pretty ugly lmao. . Anyway! Always happy to see Rikku. Not too fond of her costume since she’s barely wearing anything LOL, but I guess it suits her despite that. Leblanc the thief dancing in the form of Yuna is still weird lol, I know she took her garment grid but does that make her take on her face etc too?? Lol, I never understood that. I always find it so funny to go touch the crouched Yuna wearing the moogle costume to heal your HP/MP hahaha. I remember everything about the introduction so not much to say besides, I wonder when Yuna learnt to use a gun? Still think Yuna’s Gunner costume is like female Tidus, but I guess since the focus of FFX-2 is her seeing a sphere of Shuyin thinking it’s Tidus so she goes around looking for similar spheres to see if she can somehow find him again, it’s a very fitting costume haha. Brother learning their language to communicate better with Yuna is so cute. Anyway, let’s see if I enjoy FFX-2! I don’t remember much about it but I remember thinking it was okay…hahaha.

I still remember the running after and beating Leblanc to the top of the Mt Gagazet ruin in a limited amount of time! I remember thinking it was so annoying because I was so lost the first time I did it, and the timer being annoying didn’t help hahaha. Think I missed one item but whatever, I got there with like plenty of time to spare XD The most memorable optional visit is definitely the Luca one, I think it’s so funny to see Yuna’s perspective of the beginning, since she had to hide in a moogle costume whilst Rikku and Paine dealt with Leblanc the thief haha. Yuna’s so expressive in her moogle costume that it was pretty funny. Dona and Barthello in Luca are as meh as usual, never been fond of Dona haha. Running through Mi'ihen highroad was dangg tiring though, so many battles loll, the encounter rate is high. Oh well, I guess I learn my skills that way.

I remember visiting the Youth League headquarters and talking to Maechen, he gives a nice little background on what happened in these two years and how the Youth League came to be so it’s worth a listen even if it’s a bit long. Considering that Clasko enjoyed taking care of chocobos, I’m not sure why he’s playing tour guide here, at least he follows us along on the airship after? LOL when he asks if he can come along and the no option is “sorry loser”, so mean hahahaha. I also remember the mission at the Moonflow where you have to protect the hypello from bandits! I remember failing in the past hahahaah, I guess I’m better now since I did it on the first try?

Gippal was and will always be my favourite new guy in FFX-2, Nooj and Baralai have always been pretty meh to me. Gippal is funny, cool and pretty cute. I guess alike others, I would ship him with Rikku hahaha. As the leader of the machine faction, he’s doing a lot of good for Spira as well since he’s helping to improve their lives, such as fixing the lightning rods in the Thunder Plains so that we’ll never need to dodge lightning ever again hahaha! I still remember Macalania Woods very well because I really love how ethereal it all looks and since Tidus and Yuna had their scene here, it’s hard to not think it’s a beautiful place. So really, thinking about how the Fayth not being here anymore is causing the woods to slowly die is just so saddening. It only adds to the sadness to see the once proud Guado be left scattered everywhere, hiding in Macalania and other places after not being able to fend off the Ronsos that came for revenge. Considering how much the Guado did in support for Seymour, it’s difficult to not hate them, nevertheless it’s still sad though.

The Calm Lands seem even more vast now, so many mini games but yeah omg, that publicity campaign for one of the companies there, I remember that! I remember thinking it was so annoying lol. Had to track my footsteps and go back to all the places I went to, just to talk to all these people to get those publicity points zzzz. Argent it is btw! Seeing Kimahri as elder is really nice, too bad his job is difficult so it’s hard to get the approval of everyone there, but he’s trying so I’m happy. Wakka and Lulu expecting a baby is all I remember about Besaid haha. It was bad of Yuna to leave without telling anyone but I think it was the right choice, it was about time Yuna got the freedom she could never have and explore the world she saved. I remember silly Wakka hoping to find a sphere of his parents so that he could see how he should act as a father, but really, he just needs to act how he thinks he should and learn from there, no one knows how to be a parent from the start.

Lol, Yuna and them were so happy to steal that awesome sphere from both New Yevon and the Youth League and then felt bad so decided to return it to one of them? Okay lol. I’d definitely choose to give it back to the Youth League, so thankfully you have to choose them to get the 100% completion. I mean, New Yevon just continues to hide things all the time, like all these spheres etc, how do they want people to trust them? Well, Beclem (the guy that lets you play gunners gauntlet) is such an ass, no respect for the person that brought about the Eternal Calm, actually, he’s got no basic respect for even her as a person, zzzz. Otherwise, gunners gauntlet is a pretty fun game, I’m not bothered to get the points but it’s cool to shoot fiends with different bullets haha. Shelinda being a reporter now is very fascinating… Considering that she’s left the temples because she didn’t want to be ordered around like a slave anymore, why does she still wear her temple garments? Where’s her makeover lol. Seeing Calli (the girl that was excited for the Calm in FFX on the Mi'ihen highroad) was nice, just because it really shows that time has passed and people had the room to grow up doing what they want. Not sure if chocobo rights are best argued by saying we should get to ride them throughout the highroad since I feel like they should roam free but okay lol. At least the chocobo catching game was a bit fun, seeing it surrender was so cute but saddening lol.

If Yuna really joined the Youth League and got a Yunie Squad, that would be so funny loll. But really, as a high summoner and the person who brought the Calm, I’d agree that she should stay as neutral as possible but side more with the Youth League just because they really do have Spira’s best interests at heart. Not sure what Tobli’s concert is for but if I get the profits, sure thing! Easy way of earning 12,500 gil, yay! The data seller at Guadosalam is cool too! Got 70,000 gil for selling the data to the right person! Could have kept restarting to hopefully get the 100,000 gil but I was too lazy hahaha. As for the Thunder Plains mini games with calibrating the towers though? I hated that, I remember the pain so well lmao. I could only do 6 towers and gave up lolol. Could probably do 7 but if I can’t do all 10 to get the ribbon, why bother? Hahaha, sorry my reaction speed and hand eye coordination just isn’t that great lol. I also want to preserve my sanity. We even got Tobli the musicians at Macalania! Really, Tobli, what are you even doing lmao. Still sad to see them talk about how Macalania Woods is nearing its end since the Fayth are gone… Seriously though, everyone needs help lol, even Clasko deciding to open up a chocobo branch needs YRP to clean out the monster arena and catch chocobos for him lmao. I really wonder what Clasko really did as a soldier if he can’t even clean up some fiends though…🤔 Oh well, whatever, as long as he’s happy lol.

Alike Yuna, seeing Zanarkand as a tourist spot never sat well with me, so if pairing up monkeys can make them multiply and cause a monkey problem that will prevent people from coming, I guess it’s good? Lol, nah, I don’t like the idea of Zanarkand filled with monkeys either lmao, can’t they just label it as a historical site to be preserved? Sigh. Lmao at the way Yuna holds the monkey when you’re pairing them up though, it’s like the Lion King🤣🤣 Seeing that YRP quite blatantly stole the Leblanc syndicate uniforms (and spheres!) at every encounter, you’d think Ormi and Logos would strengthen their security on the premises but nope, YRP easily infiltrates! Also, kinda disappointed in Yuna dipping in the hot spring on Ronso sacred grounds, Kimahri trusted her to understand that so I didn’t think she’d be like the Leblanc goons and do such a thing as well, so yeah… Anyway, Leblanc is so smitten with Nooj, I wonder if he likes her at all? Are they together? That massage game was weird though lolll, I swear FFX-2 has the weirdest mini games to complete. How would I know which part Leblanc wants me to massage?!? Yes, I kept cracking her bones LOL. Anyway, just wanted to say that I’m glad I don’t write walkthroughs because I’ve been steamrolling through these boss battles so I don’t even know what they really do lmao. Paine as a Festivalist, Rikku as a Psychic and Yuna as a Songstress is the team I’ve been levelling and it easily deals with everything besides any instant kill moves lol.

Hmmm so there’s some sort of machina at the bottom of Bevelle called Vegnagun that could destroy all of Spira… Wouldn’t it suck if Yuna brought the Eternal Calm but then they all get killed by this machine? Lol. At least Nooj is aware and hopes to disassemble it before anything happens, guess Gippal might give him a hand? Not sure what Baralai’s objectives are right now though~ I see, so Baralai thinks that Vegnagun is too dangerous and shouldn’t be touched, so he’s stopping everyone from approaching, which is fair enough, what if it activates because you come close or whatever, very risky. Otherwise, underground Bevelle was pretty annoying with all the jumping, operating machines in different ways to get chests, kinda confusing but I guess it’s probably worth it? Lol, always good to get a ribbon! Anyway, fighting Dark Bahamut was kinda saddening, not the way we wanted Yuna to see aeons again, since it wanted to kill them etc. I wonder what happened to Vegnagun and Nooj and Baralai? Where did they all go?

[outofcalms-archived]

[soulmate au + noctis] 17. the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.

Soulmate AU Prompts || Still accepting!

    ‘Parables’

    Ah,yes, she’s heard the accounts most of her life—all the islandershad, passing them down through the generations. Told in the form offabled stories—or so she would consider them to be—in an effortto instill patience and invoke prudent judgment. And while sheunderstood it, once she came of age, it was difficult not to becomeslightly jaded when the innocence fell away. Considering them nothingmore than ‘old wives’ tales’.

    Thenotion that your future relied on a choice between two people withwhom you may, or may not know? One you’re fated to spend eternitywith, while the other threatens your existence?

    Ridiculousin the eyes of a young woman, but as a child, nothing had sounded so intriguing.

     Butthe day came when child-like endeavors falls away, leaving youaccountable for yourself. Eager to strike out on her own, in searchof a destiny tailor-made for herself, she departs the tiny islandthat’s been her home for the better part of a decade; thebittersweet sentiment taking hold as Besaid becomes nothing more thana speck on the horizon.

     ❝So,didja hear?!❞

    ❝It’skinda hard not to—everyone’s buzzing about it and whywouldn’t they? It’s not every day the leaders step downoff their pedestals to mingle with the ‘common’ folk.❞

    Shetries her utmost to purposefully disregard their clashing opinions;all, too, aware that it will eventually come to that—it alwaysdid. Busying herself by placing discarded books back in theirrightful place. Why were people so careless?

    ❝Yunie!❞ Inserting herself betweenher cousin and the lining rows of worn tomes that lined the walls. ❝You’re into this kinda stuff, right? You gottabe excited they’revisiting…❞

    Stuff…?

    Sure,politics were mildlyintriguing, but onlybecause of how it affected those around her. She didn’t activelypartake in discussions or campaigns. Nonetheless, leave it to Rikkuto try and win her favor in a debate between herself andPaine—despite her reluctance to choose sides.

    ❝It’sinteresting…sort of…I guess?❞ A slight shrug was given as sheside-stepped Rikku, determined to finish what she’d started. ❝Butaren’t you and uncle Cid—I thought you really weren’tinterested?❞

    ❝I’mstill not!❞

    Blanching at the thought; as if it was blasphemous for Yuna toentertain the idea to begin with.

    ❝Thenwhy are you theonly one that seems excited?❞ Paine’squick to jump to Yuna’s defense. ❝It’s just another day, Rikku.With a few stuffy politicians in tow.❞

    Thecomparison garners a few stifled chuckles from herself, though shewould later chalk it up to the stirring dust along the spines of thebooks. Truthfully…she agreed with both ofthem—almost equally. While excited to see what sort of news theleaders would bring, the idea that it would stir an otherwise normalday seemed the morelikely approach. Perhaps a bit more traffic than usual, too?

    ❝Yeah,but have you seen MaesterRegis’ son?❞ Rikku quipped, nudging her cousin playfully alongher side. ❝I hear he’skinda easy on the eyes, eh?❞

    ❝What?No love for Maester Jyscal’s son?❞ Paine’s retort came fullyloaded—dripping sardonically with a roll of crimson hues. ❝Wellwe know who the shallowone of the group is.❞

    ❝H-Hey!❞

    Still,she says nothing in return. Silence—her smartest remark. Of courseshe’s seen them. Who hasn’t?Even if she didn’t occasionally follow the countless addresses ordebates, anyone who teetered along the cusp of the age ofaccountability knew who they were. Aware of their prominence. NoctisCaelum and Seymour Guado,respectively—both next in line to lead in their fathers’ stead.Even if there were those who weren’t well versed in the hierarchyof Spira, the chances that their names hadn’t come up in casualconversation amid the masses were an improbability.

    ❝It’sreally not a big deal—they’ll probably be absorbed in meetings.On the off chance they’re escorted around the city, you can bet noone will be able to get close enough to see them up close, so Iwouldn’t hold your breath, Rikku. It’s going to be justanother…ordinary day.❞

    Yes,another humdrum day, but a particularly busyone.

    Shecouldn’t recall the last time their library had seen so many faces;old and new alike, though she surmised the treating of high-rankingofficials had been the culprit of such fuss. Yet,resilient as ever, she’d managed to survive the high-volume ofpatrons. Though, begrudgingly,more titles were littered along tabletops and every other surfacearea equipped to hold them.

    Really…didno one know how toreplace that which they took?

    One-by-onehad they been slipped back in their proper place, climbing down fromthe ladder for the last time. Thankfully, as calves bore the burn ofsuch a strenuous workout. It’s well beyond closing time, knowing ashower and bed called out her. Yet, as she crosses the main hall onelast time, a lone book catches her attention, prompting a deflatedsigh to free itself.

    ❝I’lldeal with you tomorrow,❞ Picking it up with everyintention to leave itforgotten for the night on her desk. ❝Even if it doesbother me…❞

    Butbefore she can do so, the rattling of keys within a lock startlesher, turning sharply to see her employer ushering a handful ofunfamiliar faces inside the confines of the library. Brows furrow,glancing up at the clock that hung above the entrance; confirmingwhat she already knew, ears strained to pick up on hushedconversation, only to jolt to attention as they were lead in herdirection.

    Theparty closing in, she squints cerulean and emerald hues, fighting thedimly lit atmosphere in an effort to make out who they were. Shethought nothing of her fixated stares, at least until theyslowed—stopping at the behest of her boss—extending a briefintroduction to which nearly left her speechless. As if choking onher words to Rikku in the days prior, there stood both young menbefore her; each equally suave and cordial in their formalities.

    Twohands extending to commemorate their meeting.

    Stunned,she moves to reciprocate, yet her speechless daze is marked by aresounding thud that echoes in the stillness. The heavy tome sheholds drops unceremoniously to the marbled floor at their feetleaving a bright rosy hue torise against fair cheeks. All three of them—Noctis, Seymour andherself lower to pluck it from the ground, each set of hands fallingto opposite sides; awkwardly rising with hands still attached.

    ❝Um…t-thankyou—❞ Chords meek, bearing the sheepishness she feels for havingbeen so careless. ❝It was a pleasure to have met you both.❞

    Andthough painfully shy, each of their eyes meet, lingering mere secondsbefore beckoned to follow her superior. It’s only when they’reout of earshot that an audible sigh pushes between frowning lips;humiliation rising to tinge her visage as she turns to place the bookatop her desk.

    Perhapsin light of what transpired, a burning sensation registers againsther wrists, yet its not enough to derail her immediate thoughts.However, warped pages brings a brow to quirk—a faint grimacedenotes the ache she feels. Slender fingers move to open the bookscover in an effort to straighten those same worn pages, quick tocatch the contents held within: educational verses regarding manylegends and stories of lore throughout Spira.

    Theparables.

    Happenstance,she assumes, albeit…surreal.

    Homeat last, her belongings are quicklycast aside in light ofthe troublesome and exhaustive day, shedding her cardigan without asecond thought. With frazzled nerves beginning to calm in the solaceof solitude, the burn felt earlier came back with a vengeance; as ifscorned by her previous lack of attention. Hands grasp at thethrobbing sources, wincing uncomfortably, yet it fades shortlythereafter.

    Curiositybeckons. Reluctantly turning palms up to greet her grimace.Surprisingly, upon each wrist she bears names that had not been therebefore. Faintly—barely visible as they closely resembledflesh-toned scars. In an effort to make out what they say, hurriedsteps were taken, arms rising higher toward a light. Indeed, twonames lay etched into fair skin.

    Uponher left wrist, Noctis.On the right, however, Seymour.

    Asoft hitch in her breath as memories flit to the surface. Anechoing rasp of the crone from her childhood resounds internally,further coaxed into disbelief at the revelation. The many fabledstories she spoke of, ramblings?

    ❝Ah,the innocence of youth. Hold on to it, child. Before long, you’llbelong to another, yet clarity will elude you. One will devote all hehas, while the other will seek to extinguish your fire. Be wise inyour decision.❞

    Andthough she wanted to refute the old woman’s madness, the proofstood plain as day. One was meant to uplift, while the other soughtto hinder.

    Howwas she to distinguish the two…if they were mere strangersin passing?

    Perhapsa question for the ages.