#surprise this is my WoL

[ghost--castle]

happy trans day of visibility and also easter if you celebrate from your local trans catboy

[egguv]

house fortemps' largest naturals

[nuclearanomaly]

I'm glad you're here with me At the end of all things...

[birues]

"You needn't be so concerned. Though his values remain the same, Alphinaud is not the blinkered boy he once was. Slowly but surely, his eyes have been opened– thanks to a certain someone. A certain someone whom he'd be mortified to learn had heard his little speech. Mum's the word, eh?"

[cantspelldragoonwithoutgoon]

local elezen has A Realisation.

... /tea indeed.

(the whole mess to this thing)

[nights-at-crystarium]

✧✦✧ “Fragments” - episode 10 ✧✦✧

“In my darkest moments, I sing for courage.“

Vivi’s living my own dream of hearing Raha sing the Eternal Wind.

New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon

[improvised-finish]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #25 - Perpetuity

Content Warnings: Depictions of an anxiety attack/existential crisis (but everything does work out)

Spoiler Warnings: Big Big Spoilers for the last two zones of Dawntrail!

Summary: Lehon'a truly begins to contemplate the Endless, and finds herself in way over her head. Luckily, she's got someone by her side who knows just how to fish her out of the waters of metaphysical horror.

Check it out below or on Ao3:

Lehon'a had felt a dread in the pit of her stomach when their party had first set foot in Yyasulani, and that feeling had grown steadily more and more prominent as they'd learned more about life in this new version of Alexandria. It seemed that around every corner was some new philosophical quandary, laser focused to get Lehon’a to question her most deeply held beliefs. She'd held firm thus far, trying hard to recognize them as mere differences in culture, as ways of seeing the world that she herself couldn't agree with, but that she felt better for having come into contact with.

This, on the other hand, was something quite different.

Stepping into Living Memory, into this facsimile of a world, a simulacrum in the most literal sense of the word, set her teeth on edge. Knowing what she did about the place, it hid a horror behind the cheery facades and themed areas that dwarfed almost anything she could imagine.

More than becoming a Lightwarden, more than the calamity of the Final Days, more than any adversary she'd faced down; she couldn't imagine a worse fate. Stuck in a sickly-sweet recreation of your happiest memories, perpetually revived as a plastic, digital zombie. Unable to return to the star, and unable to leave your amusement park home.

The only thing worse than all of that was the knowledge that Sphene seemed to believe that it was for the best interest of her people to keep these systems running, even as the amount of energy required skyrocketed. It hardly took a studied scholar to figure out that as these energy costs grew and grew, that eventually there would come a point when there would not be enough left in all the shards combined to satisfy it, which would not only bring about an end to the Endless, but to all other life.

And yet, even in the face of such an existential threat to Etheirys, something so common to the Warriors of Light that it had almost become pedestrian, Lehon'a was paralyzed by the unique metaphysical implications of this specific world-ending calamity-to-be.

She knew in her rational mind that they were all computer programs, just simulations of what they were like in reality, but… Cahciua alone had proved that they had at least some capacity to reason and think independently of Sphene. The Endless weren't alive exactly, they didn't have need for food or drink or rest, but did that matter? Where was the distinction? Who decides?

These were the thoughts running through her head as they heard out Cahciua’s final request: to shut down each of the four areas’ terminals– for good.

A part of Lehon'a recoiled at this plan, and a part of her was eager to bring things to an end. A part of her protested that they were practically alive, and a part of her countered that they were already dead. A part of her insisted there must be some other way, and a part of her knew that there was none.

Cahciua herself added another layer; an Endless who wished to break the cycle. Not that her thoughts should be considered to be speaking on behalf of every Endless, but certainly she wasn’t the only one who longed for an escape that wouldn’t come until the very stars in the sky had been drained of all energy. Surely there were more like her.

Lehon’a watched as the rest of her party began to depart; mind racing a million malms an hour and her body frozen to the spot, as if the metaphysical quandaries might not notice her if she didn’t move. She could feel the world closing in around her, the weight of everything and everyone on her shoulders, the tightness growing in her chest, it was too much, too much, too much–

A gentle hand on her shoulder.

“My heart, is everything all right?” G’raha asked, concern obvious in his voice. “The others have started on their way, and… well, you don’t look yourself at the moment.”

The world of Living Memory, which had grown hazy in her vision, snapped back into focus. His touch was like a lightning rod, grounding her once again.

“Raha, I… I’m sorry, I… This place has sparked many questions about who we are and what it is we’re meant to be doing here, and I…” She trailed off to silence, as if hesitant to let the perfect image of the Warrior of Light slip for even a second. “I don’t think I have the answers. And I don’t know what to do.”

He pulled her into a hug, and she practically melted into his arms, tears beginning to stain his shirt.

“No one has all the answers, you know. Not me, not Shtola, not any scholar on our star or any other.” He stopped to look his partner in the eye. “And neither do you. And that’s okay. Because when we don’t have answers, we must go seek them out. I know the task at hand doesn’t seem to provide much room for alternatives, but it’s only when we’ve talked with the Endless and fully explored the possibilities that this place holds that we can know enough to come to a decision.” Lehon’a nodded. “The best we can do now is to see what there is to see, and to bring an open mind along for the journey.” He offered her a warm smile, and she smiled in return, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

After allowing Lehon’a another few moments to compose herself, he extended his hand to her. “Shall we catch up with our companions, then?”

Lehon’a took his hand in her own, squeezing it tightly. “Let’s.”

The questions continued to nag at her as they walked towards the first area, but knowing she had G’raha beside her, it felt a little easier to breathe.

[ravandfriendsxiv]

Having dreamed the same dream, Having found the water behind a thousand mirages, Why would we hide from the sun again Or fear the night sky after we’ve reached the ends of darkness, Live in death again after all the life our dead have given us?

[Now That We Have Tasted Hope - Khaled Mattawa]

Ravnur and Lidell (@lidell-locke) sharing a quiet moment together.

[sasslett]

dragoon armor is the bane of my posing existence why did we have to make them both dragoons in the spikiest armor possible

[zeloinator]

an angry kiss in the rain (kiss prompts!)

When Zee is finally able to visit Sadu after Endwalker, Sadu gives Zee quite an angry ranting to about her injuries. She can never stay mad at Zee though, she's always been weak to her pouting~

Thank yoyu so soo much for the ask I'm so sorry it took so long >.< have some cute Sadu x Zee :3

[missazurerose]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 8

Stealth (extra credit day)

She thought it was far more likely her own beloved husband was running around the wards in that suit and she wanted to know what had possessed him to do such a thing. He could patrol if he wanted to as himself. Why the secrecy and stealth? .....

A memory struck her. “Is…is this the job you offered Estinien after the Scions disbanded?”

He chuckled. “He mentioned it?” She nodded. “I knew he would not take it. But it is a great deal of fun to annoy him with things of this nature.”

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Posting a little (a lot) later than I meant to. I was out all afternoon so I didn't get a chance to sit and write like normal. And the idea had come pretty easily but I just wasn't in a position to do anything about it. I can't believe I've made it 8 days into this challenge. Do you know how hard it is for me to do anything this consistently? The best that usually happens when I write is "do everything right now and get the idea out immediately because if you don't it'll be gone and you'll never get it back" or "write 2 lines from the end of the story cause that's all you got and trying to develop the how we got here part is impossible."

[sebille]

I do wonder if all the scions are dead now or what

[nidstiniens]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 03

Prompt: Tempest Rating: G. Genre: Angst. Pairing: Emet-Selch x WoL

Preview:

And soon enough, tomorrow or a day from now, the end will come, and what will be left when Emet-Selch breaks her for the last time is an understanding that no one else will be willing to hear.

read on ao3 | ffxivwrite2024 masterpost

[grymkoena]

Final Fantasy XIV

[OC: Styrmwyda Merlgeimwyn]

[vierune]

durgetash discourse is the new emetwol discourse and gosh wouldn't you know it, an artist who has been routinely bullied for their m/f (and explicitly bi/pan) ships is popular in both fandoms and routinely gets misgendered as a cishet woman despite being a queer nonbinary person (: I can't imagine what the connection is (:

[artistic-cocoon]

Faine stuff

Faine vs Hestia, for a wolqotd prompt on Twitter asking how similar your WoL and Azem look to one another. The answer in this case is not at all!

Trying out different hairstyles vs the OG because I maaay have fallen in love with the new DT hair in-game