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[void-kissed]

maeror viventi

Following the relinquishing of the Geo Archon’s Gnosis per the terms of his ultimate contract, Signora and Alectra are set to return to Snezhnaya in order to present their acquisition to the Tsaritsa. However, Alectra is unwilling to leave without checking on someone she had somehow grown attached to in Liyue - namely, of all people, the archon himself.  Takes place shortly after the third objective of The Fond Farewell. (1389 words) This piece focuses on my familial selfship with Zhongli. Content warning for discussion of death and grief.

A piece written to commemorate this date, and make concrete the solace brought to me by this character on this day, both last year and this year. This piece of writing is of great significance to me because of what it represents, but I still wanted to share it after having written it out, if that's alright.

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Document transcript:

The silver light of the moon shone down over the harbour, reflecting a dozen times in the lazily-lapping waves of the ocean. In the city of commerce itself, however, the lights that glowed were golden, softly shining outside buildings to illuminate the work of the evening. The night was somewhat livelier than usual, owing to the aftermath of the recent troubles afflicting Liyue that still needed to be fully sorted out, and the imminent Rite of Parting that was on the horizon and in many people’s thoughts. However, there were always serene spaces of quiet to be found if you knew where to look, even at times like these.

On one of the paved paths that wound up towards Yujing Terrace, a lone man was staring out over the sea and the city, arms crossed and resting on the barrier.

“Ah, so this is where you went, Mr. Zhongli.”

The voice caused the man to turn his head, looking down at the young woman standing before him. She normally gave off a threatening aura despite her small stature, with her once-corrupting sword in her hand and the blood-red feathers adorning her shoulders and the butterfly-wing mask that covered the left side of her face in ornate gold details - but on this quiet harbourside evening, she appeared decidedly subdued despite all this. Pearlescent teal-green eyes stared up towards his amber ones with an expression that was altogether both soft and sharp; he couldn’t help but feel that she was trying to hold something back.

“Miss Alectra?” he asked her, turning his body to address her with his eyebrows raised in mild surprise. “I must say, I would have expected you to have been on your way out of Liyue already.”

“There are still a few preparations that need to be made before the ship can set sail. And, even if there aren’t- they will wait for me.” she explained.

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Most courteous of your fellows.” Then he stopped. “In that case, then.. what brings you here, to have sought me out at this moment?”

She trailed off and looked away somewhat, as if she felt her reason was too trivial. Saying it out loud did not alleviate this feeling, either.

“I just.. wanted to make sure you were alright.” she finally admitted.

“Oh?” 

“It’s just-“ She repeated herself, and then stopped, regaining some of her usual even composure to continue with. “For an archon to give up their Gnosis is.. almost inconceivable to most onlookers. After all, as the oldest of the Seven, you have borne its weight for thousands of years. Regardless of what you are, to lose anything that had been so integral would surely be felt by anyone with such an item.”

At her words, the man now known as Zhongli paused - his previous light demeanour had shifted into something more contemplative as he considered her words. Thankfully, both he and Alectra were confident that no other individual was in their vicinity, and so despite the open space, they could both speak freely of their identities; both had known neither was an ordinary human since their first few encounters, after all.

“..You are correct that it was not a decision I made lightly.” he said finally. “However, having witnessed all that has befallen Liyue in recent days.. I am confident that both the Qixing and the adepti will adroitly continue to carry the nation into its new age, in their own individual ways.”

“That.. isn’t what I was concerned for.” Alectra responded, carefully studying his expression. “Although, it is good that you can have faith in this nation’s future. What I meant was - on a personal level - how will you fare in yourself?”

“Ah, so that’s what you were trying to say.” he said with a nod. “Well, I can certainly tell you that things have felt adequate for me thus far. Although it may only have been a short while, I don’t feel as though there’s anything worrying occurring.”

“That’s a relief.” Her words came quickly and loudly, and she visibly seemed to have some tension dissolve from her at his statement. “You.. deserve to get to see what happens next, even if you’ve taken yourself out of the equation. You should get to live your life the way that you want to now.”

“Why, that’s most kind of you to say, my dear.” he replied, understanding the kindness in her words despite the words themselves perhaps not sounding too affectionate. A smile had crept its way onto his face by now, holding both tiredness and gratitude.

She smiled in thanks in return. “I mean it. Besides, if I may touch on this..”

A short silence fell, but she sensed that he was content for her to continue; when she did so, her voice was quiet once again.

“You’re twelve times older than I am, and I am already six times older than what most humans reach. I.. can only imagine the number of friends you must have lost in the time that you have spent here, although I don’t suppose that that alone makes the experience any easier each time. And yet.. well, it must be somewhat surreal for you, to see your city mourning you while you still walk through it freely.”

Then, as she turned her body away to lean over the balcony as he had been doing, he heard another admission that was even quieter still. 

“..It’s an awful feeling, being mourned.”

There was a long silence, but then a hand came down onto her shoulder, firmly yet gently.

“If mourning is the expression of one’s grief.. Surely, it would not be wrong to say that such grief is an expression of the love held for those who have passed on. Though no part of this world can truly last for all of time.. This.. is the reason we must treasure the time spent with those that we care for. Even after many years have run their course, it is normal for the feelings to retain the same intensity as they had when the event first occurred. So, for as sad as it may be.. There is nothing wrong with expresssing that sadness, whenever it should happen to rise."

Something in her softened, like a feather melting into snow - and that single feather’s fall was enough to cause a rush of bursting tears from behind the crumbling dam she had tried to maintain since before she had even approached him on this lonely evening.

For all-too-bitter words exchanged between a brother weak from battle and a sister sharp with worry..

For the blameless lives so often torn apart and thrown aside, like pieces on a game board, at the whims of the divine..

For even that original pain, not of death, but of sorrow and anguish screamed through the flames as the nightingale sang to never leave her feeling this way ever again..

Despite how many years it had been, she had never before let herself mourn her own death, and that grief was now swallowing her whole.

Everything was wailing.

And yet, despite it all, he stayed there, as steadfast as stone. In fact, he did more than be some mere unmoving statue - he brought her forwards into a hug, placing his left hand on top of her head.

“This- isn’t right,” she tried to say through her tears, turning her head so that her mask would not dig into his suit as she returned the hold. “I came out here to offer you some solace, not the other way around-“

“That doesn’t mean I cannot be here for you, young nightingale.”

Despite what status he had held as a deity, despite whatever care he may have held or never had for the humans and the smaller little creatures of his own nation - let alone any other ones - the fact remained unchanged that Zhongli was someone Alectra had come to view as something like a father figure, even through the relatively short time they had spent together. 

..She held her tongue before the words admitting such could leave it, but the sentiment carried across to him nevertheless.

His eyes glittered as he grieved, and hers flooded as she mourned, and they spent what felt even to them like an eternity holding each other.

[wnderkoo]

🏎️ ꒱ letting off steam | JJK

summary: a bad day on track has jungkook storming off and disappearing. where else would one find him but in the comforting arms of his loving girlfriend?

pairing: f1 driver! jungkook x sunshine gf

genre: pure fluff

word count: 1.3k

warnings: an innuendo and allusions to sex but no smut, no other warnings just jungkook being absolutely whipped for his gf :)

author's notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVES! thank you to those who are still here and who have faith in me, this is for you <3

Jungkook often has to remind himself that with the good days, where he's top of the podium drowning in champagne and camera flashes, also comes the bad days, where all he wants to do is slam the door and shut himself off from the entire world for a few hours.

Sure, this life can be draining sometimes- both mentally and physically- but his persistence and determination is what makes him one of the most successful Formula One drivers in the present world.

Today is one of those draining days, and steam practically rolls off his race suit as Jungkook storms down the pit lane, past paparazzi and interviewers, back into the main building and up the stairs. His nerves ease ever so slightly when he thinks about who sits waiting for him in the room at the end of the hallway, but the fantasy fractures when he remembers the bullshit that happened on the track not too long ago.

The door slams open harder than he intended, and Jungkook curses himself when he sees the way you jump in fright from where you're settled in on the couch, eyes previously glued to the TV where a replay of the final moments of the race plays.

He offers a sheepishly gruff apology, still feeling tension in every part of his body. You don't bother asking why he isn't currently in the cool room with the other two drivers who made it on the podium, deciding to instead open your arms for him to drop down into.

You unzip half of his race suit, knowing how hot it gets in there for drivers, despite this Jungkook doesn't smell absolutely horrid, even though he still apologises for it. You run a hand through his very sweaty hair, encouraging him to tell you what happened when he's ready.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, deciding to hold onto your waist and lay his head on your chest for a moment. Your sweet scent and warm embrace remind him that beyond his frustrations and enmity was an untouchable goodness that would anchor his sanity.

You figure he's ready to talk when he rolls you both over so that you're now straddling his lap, arms instinctively coming up around his neck while his still hold around your waist, you note his grip as tighter than usual, but never enough to cause discomfort or pain, but he holds you a little more as if he needs the contact to keep from completely losing himself.

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, and the way he leans into your touch completely contrasts the animosity vibrating in his bones. Rather than talk your ear off with rants about the recklessness of a certain rookie driver, Jungkook focuses on filling every one of his senses with you.

Why relive the moments that make him want to drive his head into the wall when he can be in the present with you?

You'd seen it on the TV, the unnecessary contact between number 7 and 22 and the way number 22 seemed to get a kick out of pushing Jungkook to the limits of the track, you were close to storming down to his team's pit and having a word with the team principal.

No one treated your boyfriend like that.

Of course despite the unsportsmanlike behaviour being committed against him, Jungkook still made it first over the finish line, with fastest lap under his belt to match.

Although, first place was currently missing from the post-race shenanigans, and Jungkook would face the music later, but for now he was content where he was.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Your soft voice draws him away from the crook of your neck, and Jungkook catches sight of the worry etched onto your features.

"Talk about what?" he questions casually, easing his thumb over your furrowed brows because he knows how much you fear a wrinkly forehead in the future.

"What happened out there.." you frown, not liking the way he wants to avoid talking about it.

You know it's because he doesn't want to burden you with the grievances of irrelevant people, but sometimes you just wish he'd know that you were there for him for anything and everything.

Unbeknownst to you is that Jungkook already knows that. Though, he was content to just be in your presence as that was enough for him to be at ease.

"Nothing happened out there," he hums, kissing your cheek lightly.

"There is no out there. Right now it's just you and me, in here."

You want to snort at how sappy this man can be, but then he speaks again.

"How was your day baby? Did you get to take your pictures?" he asks tentatively, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger as he waits for your reply.

You hadn't seen him since shortly before the race, when you'd kissed him goodbye and good luck before he was whisked away for pre-race activities.

You had taken your new camera out into the general areas, capturing moments of fans in true race spirit, with painted faces and decked out head to toe in team colours.

You'd never know this, but Jungkook hired a private bodyguard to keep an eye on you just in case anyone were to try something with you. You were starting to gain popularity, less for being Jungkook's girlfriend and more for your charming and down to earth personality and surreal beauty, and Jungkook would seriously hurt himself if anything were to happen to you. Unfortunately, your kind personality wouldn't be enough to scare off any drunken aggressiveness, and he just wanted you to be safe.

Your VIP pass got you to access to pretty much everything, a privilege you'd never exploit, choosing to stay almost invisible as you wandered through the pits. You were friendly with most of the other drivers, and they were more than happy to pose for your pictures.

Once the race had started, you'd packed up and headed to your private viewing rooms to watch the rest of the race.

After being reminded of your photoshoots earlier, you bounce off his lap and Jungkook watches with adoration as you practically run across the room to grab your camera before climbing back into his lap and showing him your pictures.

You mumble something about finding your favourite ones to show him when Jungkook stops you, telling him he wants to see all of them.

Your heart swells in your chest, and so you show him every picture you took.

All two hundred and thirty seven of them.

Jungkook listens as you animatedly explain the story behind some of the photos, about fans who took dedication to another level and the two team principals who recreated a scene from Titanic just for your camera.

"These photos are great baby," he smiles, and how genuine he is makes you blush.

Leaning down, you bring your lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss that has Jungkook groaning. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and the tension you feel beneath them has you pulling away, much to Jungkook's dismay.

"Wanna go back to the hotel? I know something that'll make you feel better, get your frustrations out."

Your suggestive offer earns a teasing squeeze of your ass.

"Be good." Jungkook laughs, kissing your cheek.

In all seriousness, you were more than down to let Jungkook use you to feel better, the thought of extra rough sex making your thighs twitch. But Jungkook was already feeling infinitely better than he was when he walked in here, and it had nothing to do with sex.

All he needed were some smiles and a hug.

"I'll be fine as long as you're here with me."

You feel the conviction of his words deep in your bones.

[rwbyrg]

If it's alright, I'm just curious, do you have any thoughts of your own or theories about Oscar or Ruby or both of them in terms of v10? To add, do you have any theories for the merge and how it will end up for both Oscar and Ozpin? Like will it be a good or bad thing? Sorry if these questions seem vague lol

Of course it's alright to ask! I do have many thoughts and a handful of theories. I'll admit most of them are wishful thinking since there's truly no way to tell where the story will go until it actually happens. But if I were to distill it to the ones I'm most expecting and why, then I'd probably say:

Expansion on Ruby's solo arc that kicked off in V9

Acknowledging the setups (plural) between Ruby and Oscar's arcs

The merge-curse is eventually broken (blame the allusions)

I'll elaborate a bit below.

1. Expanding on Ruby's Arc

What we saw Ruby go through in V9 is very much not the end of that particular plot line, imo. We saw a bit of this in Justice League: Part 2 and the final ep of RWBY Beyond where she talks to Clark and Yang about her struggles a bit. Ruby needs to learn how to both ask for and accept help from those around her so the weight of everything she's carrying doesn't crush her. Especially now when they're down to the wire and she's come back as a resurrected martyr who's face has been used at the centre of the resistance movement she's now helping to lead. How will she live up to the expectations and pressures of that impossible pedestal when she's only a human girl with very normal knees who's barely keeping it together? Also, while I don't know exactly how they're going to address everything she experienced, and I struggle to imagine her speaking about Neo's Horror House to anyone directly... that sort of trauma doesn't just go away once it's over. So I would be very surprised if the effects of it didn't ripple throughout the remaining chapters of the show. Especially when every other member of RWBY has seemingly had the bulk of their main character arcs already. It's long overdue for Ruby to get that time in the spotlight. Which does sort of lead into my next point...

2. Acknowledging the Setups in Ruby and Oscar's Dynamic

For starters, we've got the merge and ascension parallels to address. Ruby and Oscar have always mirrored each other's issues around identity, choice, fear, responsibility, leadership, etc., and this buildup seems to be coming to a head following V9. From Oscar's "I'm just going to be another one of his lives, aren't I?" to Ruby's "What if you could be anyone?", and how the two of them will relate to each other in light of those contrasting - but similar - experiences. Especially with Ruby having just come back from the tree to find Oscar fighting against the merge harder than ever before. But we also have their attachments to each other to sort out as well. Ruby and Oscar have been watching each other's backs in different ways since V5, their reunion hug in V8 was interrupted where no other "pairing's" was, and they were the only "pairing" still to be split up between the Ever After and Remnant. Not to mention that, while they were separated, Ruby was pushed to a breaking point after being shown an illusion of losing Oscar, while Oscar was back in the real world eulogizing about how he lost Ruby. CRWBY doesn't setup relationship parallels and focuses as intensely and intentionally as this without pay off at some point.

Again, while the specifics are nearly impossible to predict, I'm expecting a bit of a Dojo Scene Reprise, heart-to-heart of sorts, and/or, something that puts those attachments to the test. My immediate thought is that this test will finally push Oscar to unlocking his semblance since getting shot, falling from Atlas, being kidnapped, and tortured were all not enough to make it happen. (Although my wishful thinking is that it unlocks in a happier moment, I think that's much less likely.)

If I were to engage in pure speculation on this, my easiest bet is that it will come at the hands of Tyrian. When our Little Prince was first introduced, it was almost as if he was waking from a nightmare of that villain laughing with glee at the opportunity to hunt down a certain rose. And with this being the Vacuo arc with Ruby and Oscar getting a lot of focus, and Tyrian already on the prowl within the kingdom, it would make a lot of sense. The little prince fated to have a confrontation with a venomous antagonist in the desert over his attachment to a rose is about as textbook as it gets. (I could also see it go to Cinder or being delayed until they follow through on the threat of Ruby being kidnapped by Salem, if that's the route they decide to take. But again we'll have to wait and see how it plays out.)

3. Oscar and the Merge

I'm not entirely sure where they're headed with this one between now and the resolution... but I do think the resolution itself will otherwise be a happy one, if not bittersweet. RWBY is a story about breaking cycles, and Oz has been part of one of the longest on Remnant since the very beginning. Pairing that with this show being, ultimately, a happy story, as well as a looking at two of Oscar and Oz's shared allusions, I can only imagine they will be separated by the end.

The first allusions to mention are from The Marvelous Land of Oz. Princess Ozma (aka Oscar) is the rightful heir to the kingdom and next in line to take over when it's time for the wizard to retire. It's very clear that - however this plays out - Oscar is the final incarnation. Typically, when one ruler leaves the throne that's it. They're gone. Oz has fiddled with Remnant's history for countless millennia now in his endless fight against Salem. When the dust settles and it's time for Remnant to rebuild, it should be up to the new generation to take charge without his influence from "the old world" in the mix.

From a Little Prince lens - for those unfamiliar with the book - the aviator (aka Oz) spends much of the story waffling about the little prince he is stranded with in the desert... only to be very sad when his new friend leaves him behind to go home to the stars. RWBY is already subverting this story a bit with Oscar being the one wanting to be rid of his pilot instead of the other way around. If I were to guess how the show will carry this further, it would be that Oz moves on, but perhaps with some lingering attachment on either (or both) sides. Maybe a bit of a "all this time I wanted it to end, but now that it's finally happening, I wish I (you) didn't have to go".

At least that's what seems to make sense to me, thematically speaking. Oscar will be irreversibly changed by these events even if he is freed from the curse, however. There is no question about it. Because that is what the Hero's Journey is all about.

The hero leaves their farm and they fall through a new world. It is both horrifying and exciting in equal measure. And throughout it all they are changed by the experiences they have and the people they meet - both good and bad, within their control and outside of it. And when the quest is finally over, there is grief. Because you are not the same person you were when you left home, and you can never truly return to what you had and who you were before it all happened.

This is also, coincidentally, just what it means to grow up. Which - while not the only one, and certainly not unique to Oscar's arc alone - has always been one of the loudest allegories hiding within the merge to me. We meet and know people, we don't always have a say in how long they can stay and how they change us... and then one day they are gone, but their influence and our memories of them stay with us. And then, as RWBY has taught us since the very beginning, we keep moving forward despite it all.

( @creatoriamari tagging you here just in case to make sure you get the notif because I don't know if it still works if I saved the ask as a draft. 🙇‍♀️)

[heavenlymorals]

Some artists that I think Arthur would really like cuz I'm kinda bored(aka, an excuse to show art history):

John Singer Sargent (1856-1925):

John Singer Sargent is an icon and his composition is legendary. He wasn't that focused on very intense detail as he was with form and it's amazing what he was able to do. Eye catching, yet unrendered. Realistic, yet simplistic. Though he paintings were phenomenal, I think Arthur would enjoy his charcoal portraits the most, though. They are so beautiful and I feel like Arthur would be fascinated by how Sargent was able to use tones to give the allusion of detail rather than actually drawing out the detail. I think Arthur would adore how Sargent made them feel so real with how simplistic the composition is.

Thomas Moran (1837-1926):

Thomas Moran is a landscape artist whose main muse was the vast American frontier. His most famous paintings are that of Yellowstone National Park and the gorgeous Grand Canyon. His oil paintings are colorful and vibrant and have so much emotion to them. Given that Arthur is often outdoors and is super connected to nature, he'd probably really enjoy Moran's oil paintings of higher elevation like canyons and mountains.

Alexandre Cabanel (1823-1889):

Alexandre Cabanel is a portrait artist who created some of the most iconic oil paintings to have ever graced our eyes. His academic style of painting focused a lot on detail and precise rendering, unlike Sargent. Given the general gloominess and the melodrama of his oil paintings, I feel like Arthur would really like the figures that Cabanel painted, especially considering how emotional they are. Arthur, being emotionally repressed, might connect even more with them because of it. Cabanel was a damn genius.

Ulysses S. Grant (1822-1825):

I know some of y'all are like "what the hell is Civil War hero and US President Ulysses S. Grant doing on this list?" Well, cuz he was a pretty dope artist too. In the few drawings we have from him, his main medium seems to be watercolor and his watercolor drawings are really unique. They focused more on composition than detail and they remind me so much of Arthur's own drawings, except they are in watercolor rather than lead or charcoal. I think Arthur might also enjoy how personal they all feel and how simplistic.

Winslow Homer (1836-1910):

Homer was an impressionist painter whose main muse was the everyday man and woman. His oil paintings are vibrant and full of life as they depict the everyday life of workers rather than people of leisure. Unrendered strokes from the brush put so much personality into the paintings and even life. Beautiful and bright paintings, all of them, but I feel like Arthur would connect most with the ones that depict land rather than the ones that depict water.

[cuntylestat]

I gotta say I think this episode didn’t need Lestat and Armand’s motives or perspective because it’s not about them, it’s about Louis. These 2 seasons have focused on Louis characterization and the season ends with Louis learning the truth and decided how to respond to it. He forgives Lestat, but he also forgives himself, and he throughout the show has been working to come to terms with his own story. adding Lestat and Armand’s motives, esp in the last episode, would make no sense and would not fit with the story that was told s1-2. there’s just enough glimpses and hints given to spark their own story telling later with their own perspectives on it all, but we have all we needed to know about Armand here: he’s ancient, desperate for love, powerful, and extremely unwilling power/control—he gives up only the allusion. Louis had a solid arc over these 2 seasons, and Lestat has the start of an arc (og self + catalyst for change), so he’s ready for to tell his story now in season 3. I’d imagine Armand will get something similar coming in the next season.

i think that's a really interesting and nice way to look at it! i also think there is still so much space to explore things that were present in this episode but not a focus, as this was the culmination of louis' main arc over the last two seasons

[dukeofdelirium]

https://www.tumblr.com/greenfiend/760014880863649792

these people are gonna explode when S5 drops

“who cares about his crush”

1) it isn’t a crush, he’s in love w Mike and

2) hundreds of thousands of ppl care just on tumblr alone

“the story is about monsters”

I mean… yeah, somewhat. But those monsters very clearly represent something. Like homophobia and the AIDS epidemic, which tie in to Will’s character and also into Mike and Will’s relationship. I mean, the allusions to this have been very on the nose every season, especially s2 with how the doctors/scientists treated Will in comparison to how gay men were treated during the AIDS epidemic.

“His scenes are pointless distraction from the larger story”

Will is literally the confirmed main character and focal point of the 5th and final season. He was the entire reason this story even happened at all. He was the one singled out and taken to the upside down. He was the focal point of the entirety of s2. And in s3 and s4, the moment he isn’t the focus, the show declines in quality. The entire time that Will is focused on in these seasons, the writing forces you to feel bad for him and forces you to simultaneously hate anything and anyone that is upsetting him. S3 and s4 weren’t about some gay kid pining hopelessly over an unattainable straight friend. It was written to make you hate Mike and El together. It was written to make you want Mike to be with Will where he actually acts like himself again. It wasn’t about Will being alone and sad, it was about Mike not being with him when you know he should be.

What do these ppl think is gonna happen in s5? Do they actually think that Will is going to confess his undying love for Mike that is unrequited and that Mike will be like “that’s weird of you Will and I don’t feel the same but we can stay besties <3” and then Will is like “no Mike I totally get it, I’m gonna kms now so you an El can go to the local village with 3 waterfalls” and then he just walks into the upside down and dies and it all fades away or something? 😂😂😂😂😂

The upside down, the monsters, all of it is a manifestation of Will’s trauma and emotions. It’s a metaphor for the homophobia and abuse he has experienced as a young gay kid, as well as being closeted as a survival tactic… hello, Will is trapped in a cold, dark and lifeless world where nothing can survive (he can’t breathe, the air is toxic, it’s suffocating) and he is forced to hide there but he is really good at hiding (bc you get really good at hiding who you are in order to live) and his best friend Mike, who is literally a Paladin in D&D (like his knight in shining armor) must rescue him from this scary world (the closet) *wink wink nudge nudge*

It’s literally a gay love story between childhood friends with the cool sci-fi and horror elements tacked on enough to where you won’t notice it until you either care enough to analyze the show OR you watch the final season and it slaps you across the face in a very unsubtle way (byler endgame)

[maximotts]

𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎; 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 :: 𝙲.𝚘.𝚆.𝙼.

a/n: alright, here we go! I think I've mentioned it already, but most of these chapters are written and in my drafts so knocks on wood the schedule should stay as planned. I hope you all enjoy this series as much as I do and big special thanks to @furys-eyepatch for sending me the idea for Kinktober uh... obviously it got Quite Long

✎— priest's daughter!Wanda x college student!reader

✎— confessions AU; it's only been a few weeks, but Wanda won't get out of your head. With how small your campus was, you thought sure you were bound to run into her; until you realize she's the one person never on the invite list

✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; this first chapter is pretty tame tbh, but we've got name calling, mentions of Wanda being an innocent little bean, allusions to bullying, and Brock Rumlow being a jerk

✎— words: 2.5k

series masterlist. || main masterlist.

That semester, you shared three classes, but your Folklore and Terror class was where you’d first seen her and just for that, it was your favorite. Three times a week you’d walk into the small lecture hall, barely on time, and Wanda Maximoff would already be settled at her chosen spot with her notebook open, books stacked neatly, pen and highlighters ready to be picked up as soon as your professors opened their mouths. She was like that for every class no matter what; from day one it was clear Wanda enrolled in college to learn, not socialize. 

Upon first glance, she’d single handedly convinced you she was the standard: focused, task-oriented, and studious. And just as quickly, you’d found Wanda was the exception instead of the rule. The rest of your classmates were exponentially more relaxed, talking to one another about anything from their massive workload to the current flatmate drama between dormitories. It was a tight-knit campus, most of the students having gone to school together since kindergarten and grown up in the tiny isolated town of Westview about an hour away. 

You’d expected to turn into a loner for a while, especially with transferring here in your third year, but new people were exciting front page news to young adults who’d seen the same faces for two decades and soon enough, invitations for study sessions over coffee, bonfires, and late night parties with weed brownies came pouring in. Everyone was surprisingly welcoming and you were grateful for the introductions, the companionship, all of it.. but wherever you went, Wanda was absent.

Eternally polite and quiet Wanda was nowhere to be found outside of class, and it only piqued your curiosity further.

After some casual prodding, you found out Wanda also grew up in Westview, but she was only a topic as an excuse for a few particularly annoyed girls to roll their eyes and sneer. Smart as she was, Wanda wasn’t ever invited to study groups, not that she asked either, no, she didn’t speak a word to anyone besides instructors and a few select people you recognized from your transfer orientation— the only kids that didn’t know her from town. 

A handful of times you’d caught her staring your way, but as soon as she noticed you looking back, she whipped around or turned her eyes back to her notes. For the first few weeks, you tried to pretend her avoidance didn’t bother you, but seeing her chat with other students made you wonder why she wouldn’t do the same with you. Sure you hadn’t approached her yourself, but honestly, you hadn’t worked up a good enough excuse to past “hey you’re pretty cute, please talk to me” and it just sounded too weird in your head to say aloud. 

Unfortunately, before you’d gotten a chance to think of a better conversation starter, Wanda started walking to your desk after class and your brain went into panic mode not only wondering what to say, but also what she could possibly want after seemingly avoiding you since the semester started. It was fine, everything was fine, she didn’t look mad at all, maybe… nervous?

You were moments away from speaking up as she made her way over… only to stop dead in her tracks when Brock Rumlow slung his arm over your shoulder. Just as soon as he began running his mouth about the next soccer game, Wanda spun around and made a beeline for her chair as if she hadn’t acknowledged you at all. While he ranted on and on, you tried to quell the disappointment, but it tugged the corners of your mouth down into a frown anyways. Not that the loud athlete noticed. “Shut up for a second… What do you know about Wanda?”

He only scoffed, both of you turning your attention to where the shy brunette now hurriedly packed her stuff into her red messenger bag. With all of her notebooks and pretty stationary, you wondered if her bag ever felt heavy… and if she’d let you carry it to class for her some time. “That religious little daddy’s girl? Stay away from her.” 

The strong reaction shouldn’t have caught you off guard, not when anyone who talked about her did so with the same distasteful tone, but it never failed to feel kind of… harsh. You didn’t need to grow up with a group of people to know how easy it can be to target one person and exaggerate every aspect of them until they grew to be a much bigger monster than they ever were in the first place. 

“She seems sweet though… Is she really that bad?” It was hard to believe anyone could dislike her that much when she was all oversized knit sweaters and gentle enough smiles to make you melt from across an entire lecture hall.

“Hey! Put those heart eyes away!” Brock poked your hip until you looked at him instead, ignoring your annoyed huff, “What’d I just say? She’s a total narc who goes running to her father as soon as she hears anything. I’m assuming you’ve never been to Westview?” You shook your head; the drive to your new school didn’t take you past the town and you’d been too busy with classes to explore yet. “Right, well Wanda’s dad runs the church, the one all our parents go to; whenever he got wind of something going down, all of us got a speech at home. Bit of a shame, she’s kinda cute, but can’t tell that bitch anything unless you want it blown to shit-” 

You might not have been friends with Wanda yet, but that didn’t mean you’d let someone, especially anyone as sleazy as Brock, demean her so boldly. It was in that sentence you discovered Wanda most likely kept her distance because of your new friend group. If so many people treated her how he did, you couldn’t blame her for staying away.

A hard elbow to the stomach left him choking on his own words, killing two birds with one stone to both shut him up and force him to let you go; you never liked how touchy he was anyways. “We’re all years into college now. She can’t still be like that.” 

“I’m not gonna chance it,” he shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder as if you hadn’t just knocked the wind out of him, “She goes home a lot more than anyone else, heard Mr. Maximoff picks her up too even though he pays for her apartment here. Something about her needing her own space to stay focused without ‘distractions’... weirdos, don’t know how her brother turned out normal. Trust me, the most you’ll get with her is maybe a walk through the courtyard.” 

A walk didn’t sound too bad right about now, particularly far away from this eye-opening, but awful little chat. “Well her dad doesn’t know me or my parents…” Maybe one day, hopefully, if you played your cards right, he would. 

Clumsily grabbing your stuff, you rushed out the door Wanda crossed through just a few seconds prior, looking around and finding her rushing down the stone path. “Wanda!” She had to have heard you, stopping briefly before continuing on, walking purposefully away even as you yelled out her name again. “Wait up a sec!”

It was a quick sprint to catch up with her, speeding a little ahead to jump ahead, forcing her to stop so as not to collide with you. “Wanda.. Hey!”

“Hi,” Even after weeks of lectures, you’d never seen her this close and already Brock was wrong; Wanda wasn’t just kinda cute, she was beautiful. Green eyes regarded you cautiously, narrowed ever so slightly. Her stiff posture showed she was already on guard, so different from the easy way you’d seen her open up to anyone else and you couldn’t lie, it stung a bit. You didn’t want her to be so worried; maybe the people you sat with didn’t like her, but you’d never said a mean word and even if you tried, you couldn’t think of one to say.

You could barely think of a coherent sentence to offer her.

“Hi… sorry for yelling,” You were a little out of breath, weighed down by your bag and still groggy from your professor’s boring lecture. For a second, you were scared Wanda would simply side step you and keep walking, taking advantage of your fatigue to avoid you entirely, but her expression softened, turning almost apologetic for her hostility. She even had a cute pout. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

Faint laughter sounded out behind you and the classroom was a ways away now, but Wanda’s eyes darted over her shoulder, catching Brock and a few of his various pals now on the grass, waving your way. You would’ve shouted at them to quit it, but you heard Wanda’s sigh and chose to ignore the ruckus for now, not wanting to accidentally egg them on further. “I hear a lot of things. Doesn’t mean I should pay attention to them.”

“Right…” Shit. She must’ve caught bits of your conversation, Brock wasn’t exactly a subtle guy. Wanda was gone by the time you cut him off; given how openly disliked she was, it couldn’t have been the first time she’d overheard herself being talked about. No wonder she practically ran out of the room. “Sorry about that.”

You felt for her in a sense, could empathize with being ostracized from your peers. Typically, going away to college fixed that, but Wanda was still stuck with the same group of people. Not that you wanted to talk to her out of guilt, not even close; the first thoughts you’d had about Wanda were far more lustful than pitying. All you wanted was one chance to get to know her for yourself. “Can I walk you to your next class?”

Wanda didn’t even try to hide her shock and you tried to pretend her reaction didn’t scare you that your other classmate was right about the courtyard walk. “That was my only class today.” 

“Mine too,” In truth, you had two long classes filling your afternoon; missing them just once wouldn’t hurt. Besides, you’d still be learning, replacing Wanda Maximoff for Governmental Statistics and World Literature. “Have lunch with me then?”

You could see her working through the proposition in her head, gauging your persistence against your seemingly genuine smile. She’d wanted to talk to you just as long as you had her, but there were…obstacles. Not only the crowd that drew you in, but also the beginnings of what she was just recently coming to terms with as a crush. Initially Wanda brushed it off as you being brand new, but when she caught herself making excuses to look your way and thinking about you while she grocery shopped, she knew her feelings wouldn’t pass by so easily. 

As much as she knew her inexperience combined with her bottom tier social status meant she had about zero chance with someone like you who she’d seen flirting with more than one girl already in your short time here, Wanda couldn’t get herself over it— over you. 

And Wanda wanted to have faith in you, to trust this wasn’t some awful prank you got roped into after you and her constant tormentors somehow sussed out her growing feelings and decided to poke at her new weakness for a laugh, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d fallen into that trap. 

The first experience was traumatizing enough, Wanda would rather not have to relive it as an adult. If the words religious little daddy’s girl weren’t still ringing in her head, she wouldn’t have thought twice. “You want to have lunch with me?” 

“Well I’d ask you out to dinner, but it’s only 1pm.” Not to mention, you’d been helpless thinking of some introduction that wasn’t clearly leading her on. Your usual smooth pickups felt too forward for a girl like Wanda, given what you knew about her; she’d take a lot of work to get to where you got with some people in just a few minutes and you really, really didn’t want to mess this up. 

Wanda’s cheeks blossomed pink at your cheeky comment and you were glad to have caught even a glimpse of it before she could hide her face behind her notebook. At least you could bank on her not being too extremely prudish, that gave you some wiggle room. “To make up for that asshole back there, please? We can get whatever you want, I’ll even pay.”

The terms sounded like a date, a lunch date, but it was all the same to Wanda who’d never successfully been on a date as well as to her fluttering heart. You learned right then Wanda was beautiful when annoyed, but positively gorgeous when she smiled at you. There were a million and one ways she could’ve responded, from disgust to polite rejection to even an overly gushy yes, but Wanda had to at least try to reply with a fraction of your ease. “I didn’t say no the first time.” 

“Well then, take us to your lunch spot of choice, sweetheart.” You stepped aside to let her go ahead, just missing Wanda’s cheeks darken to a tomato red from the sudden nickname, following close behind as your date led the way to her mystery destination. 

“There’s not much around here, you probably know where you’re going…” She was right, all walkable campus things were familiar to you now, but you could care less. 

“Shh, let me have this surprise-” Your phone buzzed in your pocket and unlocking it revealed an obnoxious text from Brock filled with kissy faces and laughing emojis. By the end of the day, it’d surely get around that you decided to hang out with their Public Enemy No.1, but you’d choose watching Wanda’s pretty pleated skirt bouncing ever so slightly as she walked with her adorable cautious glances, making sure you were actually still behind her, over the smell of sports sweat and hefty doses of Axe body spray any time. “I think you’re taking me the prettier route there anyways.”

Wanda’s mouth fell open when she realized your gaze wasn’t on the sidewalk or the leaves, but her, bashful yet again as she whipped back around. With less self-restraint you would’ve pulled her in for a hug, maybe nuzzled into her hair if you thought she’d accept that out here in the open. But girls like Wanda were a special kind, requiring time and coaxing and just the right words. 

You were willing to give her all of that and more. If no one else wanted her, you’d sure as hell take her before some other idiot could.

[crownsandbishops]

Crowns and Bishops Behind the Scenes (part 1)

In today's extra long post, for the anniversary of Crowns and Bishops I will be giving you guys a peak behind the process of creating a comic for the Blog, in this case, Vine's Lore post! The Final one of the main set! For extra long asks like this I always start out by typing up a script, laying out exactly what I might want to say in response to the question at hand! Here's the full typed script for Vine's lore post [it ended up SUPER long, I think because I've had the most time to think about Vine's character and what I wanted for him haha!]

From there I start on the first panel, and as anyone who has seen my wips or just knows how I drew things, every Jir character starts their life as a circle!

I reuse some assets mostly for backgrounds to make the process go easier, such as these pillars and skulls in Narinder's realm!

Because mspaint doesnt have layers, different coloured outlines are used to create what is essentially different layers so that adjustment to one section doesn't affect another!

I kept this one mostly the same but adjusted the legs because it wasn't looking quite right!

for details like the shawl stripes I overlap the lines like this and then paste over it with the red being transparent, so only the details on the red remain!

When I'm happy with the main image I then add the text from the script!

It usually takes 4-5 iterations before I'm happy with placement, clarity and spacing! I also often have to account for the colours i use to make them the most readable against the background of each panel!

I look up reference images for this, like the standard way that a cloak like this one would be held together!

And since the Lands of the Old Faith is a closed-off continent in the preindustrial era any background will be confined to one of the five Bishop's lands! For this one I've chosen a forest like the one in this trailer for the game, but with an adjusted colour pallet!

I decided for the next panel, since Vine's mother's characterization was kind of a messed up allusion to the virgin Mary, that I should reference a biblical painting related to it and found this one

Though the cosmology and relations are different, the Seller was the obvious stand in for the Angel Gabriel in the picture!

Some panels start with the background, others with the character depending on what makes the most sense! Here I have a bit of both worked on but I'm focusing on drawing Vine!

For the ritual sacrifice Vine and his mother created a fake traitor's razor as the ceremonial dagger, and a clasp reminiscent of Gaap's, Narinder's most favoured vessel up to this point, as well as utilizing ceremonial paint and other decorations and representations related to Narinder!

When drawing imprisoned Narinder the hardest part tends to be fitting the veil properly above his opened third eye!

For the next panel, I show the intersection between the three vessels, as though Vine would've been born while Nelly was Narinder's vessel, Acedia does come before him in the order, so I had to square away how that would work!

When I initially decided on the order for Narinder's vessels I hadn't decided on the broad strokes of who they were and how they would've been chosen, so Acedia being before Vine but only for a single year between Nelly and Vine ends up quite silly!

If there's no real room like here, I'll sometimes extend the canvas to add black bars to add the text in.

I asked my chat for a follower form and was suggested Wolf, so the follower Vine is charming here was made a wolf!

I use this wall asset for the cult grounds in the background!

And I have various colour references for other things like Camellias and the outfits for non-cult affiliated denizens of the Lands!

( apparently, I can only have so many pictures so >:3 Part 2 awaits!)

[nayeonline]

Idolizing Imperfection: The Ancient Allusions of 'Midas Touch' - KISS OF LIFE (an essay)

I have missed writing kpop essays so much and after watching the new Kiss of Life MV, I couldn't resist doing a scene by scene (with some lyrics) breakdown of the allusions to ancient mythology - (there are lots of other modern references, especially to Britney Spears, but the ancient ones are what I will be focusing on here, believe me there is more than enough to talk about.) I don't have any official qualifications surrounding this field (yet), but I am studying classical civilization and roman literature for a qualification, and I have a long time obsession with Greek mythology especially. Obviously all of these are my interpretations, this is not a definite guide to what exactly the creative direction team at S2 Ent. were thinking about for this comeback, and if you think I missed something or have a different interpretation of one of the scenes, please let me know in the reblogs/comments.

Let’s begin with the title of the track, ‘Midas Touch’. It references the Greek myth of King Midas, who (according to Ovid’s ‘Metamorphoses’) after winning the favour of the god Dionysus, was granted any wish he desired. Midas chose the ability to make everything he touched turn into gold, a wish driven by greed. Midas revelled in his new found powers, but the problems arose when he realised that all food he touched would be turned to gold too - he had condemned himself to starve to death. The myth is essentially a cautionary tale about the effects of greed; Midas is a tragic hero that brought about his own suffering due to his hamartia (tragic flaw) - his blessing becomes his curse. Today, having a ‘midas touch’ means that everything you are involved with is successful, but the main association of Midas with greed still remains. In the context of the song, KOL are saying that a relationship with them, although destined to end in tragedy, would be worth it for the ‘gold’ they can bring - “위험할수록 재밌잖아” (“The more dangerous it is, the more fun it is”).  Midas may have died a tragic death, but his time alive was quite literally golden. Still, it feels slightly odd that KOL are associating themselves with someone so flawed - an idol should be the image of perfection, and in this way, the meaning of the song becomes quite subversive on a meta level. Keep this interpretation in the back of your mind, we will return to it later.

Within the music video itself, each of the four members are given solo scenes that I believe allude to different women of Greek mythology. Julie is first, depicted lying on a blush pink velvet heart with gold embellishments, shell and heart shaped boxes littered around her. The composition of the framing, as well as the beach imagery seems to allude to Boticelli’s ‘The Birth of Venus’, linking Julie with Aphrodite/Venus, the goddess of love. In Greek mythology, Aphrodite is seen as beautiful beyond compare, but is also often characterised as highly vain and self absorbed. After hearing that some Greeks had begun to worship the ludicrously beautiful mortal woman Psyche instead of her, (and also out of protection of her son Eros to whom Psyche was married), she sent Psyche on a series of impossible trials designed to kill her, so she could remain the most beautiful. Once again, KOL compare themselves to people in the ancient world who were famously flawed.

Natty is seen next, intertwined with glittering spider webs. This is perhaps a reference to the tale of Arachne, a mortal woman who was highly skilled at weaving. She boasted that her skills were greater than Athena herself, the goddess of handicraft (and many other things), and Athena transformed her into a spider as punishment for her hubris (excessive pride). Like the tale of King Midas, Arachne’s story also centres around a fatal flaw bringing your own downfall, and like Midas and Aphrodite, Arachne is not typically remembered fondly within Greek Mythology canon.

Perched on a half dress, half throne that resembles a peacock, Belle is seen next. Originally I wasn’t certain who was being referenced here, but after some research I believe it may be Hera, although if you have another interpretation here I would love to hear it. Hera, the goddess of marriage and fertility, queen of the gods, and wife to Zeus, is affiliated with peacocks as they are one of her sacred animals, and are said to pull her chariot like horses. Hera is also, like Aphrodite, a goddess often portrayed in a negative light in mythology, repeatedly characterised as jealous and spiteful. A famous example of this is when Hera sent two snakes to strangle Heracles/Hercules, the illegitimate son of her husband Zeus, out of spite and jealousy for the boy’s mortal mother. Whether Hera had a right to be annoyed at her husband’s repeated adultery is another discussion, but generally speaking, when Hera is in a myth, she is often the villain.

Finally, we see Haneul, perched upon a corinthian style column (we love a greek column) surrounded by severed heads on spikes, a clearly war ridden scene. This is the allusion I am the least confident about, but I think perhaps she is supposed to be Helen of Troy? Helen is famous for being the catalyst for the Trojan War (perhaps this is the war scene she sits within?), she is the ‘face that launched a thousand ships’. Depending on the source, Helen is either a victim, kidnapped by the Trojan prince Paris, or she was seduced and went willingly, abandoning her Greek husband King Menelaus. The second seems to be the accepted narrative among many Roman authors, with writers such as Martial (in Epigrams 1.62) portraying her as the polar opposite of Penelope, who was seen as the image of loyalty. As a result, Helen is commonly portrayed as disloyal and unfaithful, the opposite of what an ideal woman in the ancient world was supposed to act like.

In their group scenes, there is also SO MUCH Medusa imagery - with snakes crawling all over their faces and hissing at the camera, and half broken stone statues littered here and there. As I am sure you are probably aware, Medusa is very much a villain in the myths she is depicted in, and despite modern reevaluations of her story (that I agree with) portraying her as a victim, in the primary sources, she is essentially an evil monster for Perseus to destroy - her death marks Perseus’s ascension to hero status.

So why oh why are KOL comparing themselves to figures so flawed? In their previous releases, especially their first comeback with ‘Bad News’, the girls are depicted trying to fix injustices in society - they expose corruption in corporations, they combat casual misogyny and sexual harassment, and they call out bullying and abuse. In ‘Midas Touch’ I believe they continue their addressing of injustices and double standards, this time with a focus on the idol industry, their own stomping ground. In the kpop industry, idols are expected to be perfect in every way - beautiful, highly skilled, never controversial, and loyal to their fans. Should an idol fail to uphold these impossible standards, they are relentlessly punished, especially if the idol is a woman. Last month, Karina’s earnest apology to ‘fans’  for falling in love exposed how ludicrous the standards are to the world, and other idols like Sakura, Wonyoung, and Jennie, continue to get bullied on a daily basis for not meeting all of the bars the industry sets them. A kpop idol should be talented, but never show off, they should be beautiful and care about their looks but never be vain, confident but never egotistical, and driven by passion, not the desire for fame and money. It’s all fucking impossible, especially when what constitutes being called the second traits is utterly arbitrary and depends on how many people woke up on stan twitter and decided they didn’t like you that day. In ‘Midas Touch’ KOL calls this out by openly depicting themselves with the traits that kpop stans hate - Julie is Aphrodite, beautiful but vain, Natty is Arachne, talented but boastful, Belle is Hera, confident but jealous, Haneul is Helen, influential but disloyal, and they all are Midas, spurred on by greed instead of passion. They recognise that these accusations are unavoidable, and by reclaiming the imagery of these symbols of undesirable traits, they call out and reject the standards the idol industry places upon them. Like Medusa, they may be seen by many fans as a villain, a hurdle for their favourite groups that have more promotion and budget to overcome on their way to the top, but in actuality, they are victims of an industry desperate to mould them into products to be bought and sold. I’ve seen lots of discussion online about what KISS OF LIFE’s concept is, as it seems to vary every comeback, but after ‘Midas Touch’ I am led to believe that their concept is rebellion, against society, idol culture, and the things they deem as wrong in the world. Other groups have  done concepts similar in the past, such as LOONA in ‘Butterfly’ (you really thought I wasn’t going to bring them up at some point?? Are you new here??) but KOL is doing it explicitly, and consistently, and to me, that's very exciting. The kpop industry is ever changing, and with the foundations of the new 5th generation being established as we speak, perhaps KOL could cause it to change for the better. In summary, I am SO excited to see what they do next.

That honestly took a turn I wasn’t fully expecting at the end, but I hope you enjoyed regardless - I didn’t really talk about the actual song here, but I fucking loved it, and my full review will be part of my April monthly roundup - see previous installments on my masterlist. I encourage all of you to listen to ‘Midas Touch’ if you haven’t already, congratulations KISS OF LIFE for graduating nugudom, stream Birth by ARTMS, stan loona, and prepare for the loossemble comeback - lmk if you have any thoughts on my analysis or any other interpretations, or any topics you want me to write an essay on. cya next time ~ ari

[nerdieforpedro]

A Walk with your Pilot

Security Log Drabbles part of the Secret Springs Shenanigans

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: It’s been slow for security, until a silent partner makes her presence known and a new Marcus is discovered. Chloe tried to apologize to Frankie.

Warnings: possible kidnapping, allusions to smut, banana 🍌, Frankie being a sweetheart, Ezra being a scoundrel but also that money 💰

Word Count: 1k+ (an actual Drabble!)

Notes: I made liberal use of @pedropascalito ‘s wonderful Ezra Moodboard. Ezra is a scoundrel in this one, but in their Moodboard he’s a sweetheart. The counter is totally legit, this version of Ezra is Nerdie aka NP’s fault. 👀

Main Masterlist/ Frankie Morales Masterlist

My security logs have been scant…not for lack of reporting. Everyone is well behaved, enjoying themselves. It’s very good, meaning less work for all of us, though I have a few concerns.

Our silent business partner, let’s call her NP. She apparently was at the Secret Springs without giving me or Dave a heads up, she also took a third Marcus who came down from one of the surrounding mountain ranges (that is a mystery on its own) for an interrogation and neither of them have been seen for the last few days. Then suddenly this morning, the third Marcus is sipping orange juice with the Mayor and the other two Marcus’s. Dave and I were perplexed and the only message we got from NP was:

He’s solid. He’s firm. He responded appropriately. He’s got quite an appetite. I handed him over to the Mayor in good condition.

I’m not an idiot, but I’m also pretty sure that kind of questioning (if you can even call it that) is entirely illegal. Roman Marcus doesn’t appear to have any complaints and says a real man shows you better than he tells you. I did not need to hear those words while he’s eating a banana shirtless but I’ll tell him I will keep that in mind. Mayor El says happy for all of our through work. I can only nod and take the compliment. It’s only been a week here.

Speaking of, I took Frankie to lunch to apologize for trying to go through his belongings and passing out drunk in his room. Neither were my best moments. I try to explain that I am a sane person, but the quizzical look he gives me informs me otherwise.

“Most people would try to be nice to the guy flying them halfway across the world. Or at least be more discreet about it. Are you sure this is the job for you querida (sweetheart)?”

“That’s why I’m taking you to lunch to apologize. That’s nice and I am excellent at my job! You’re the problem, I’ve been off kilter trying to-“ He’s sitting across from with his arms crossed, a slight lean and his lips curling into a grin. I feel like calling him a jerk, but he’s just being himself I assume. I can’t fault him for that. “Never mind. Just, see you around Frankie.” Retreat is always a viable option and one which I plan to use as I get up from the table. He grabs the hem of my white blouse, it’s lose and my yellow bathing suit is sticking out of the top near my neck.

“Hold on there Chloe, how about we go for a walk? You can do some more rounds and we can talk. Ask me anything you want to know.” His suggestion is a good one, but I should stay focused. But also maybe be a little selfish on my part. I agree and we begin our stroll.

I soon forget how nervous Frankie made me originally. He explains that he settled in Florida after serving with the Special Forces during his time in the military. One of his brothers in arms recommended this gig to not only make some extra money but for him to get away from usual business back home. Morales said that it was nice not having to worry about gators at all.

We passed by Ezra’s Beach Shop and I said hello. That usually leads to at least a five minute description from the owner about everything that could have happened this morning. Today’s answer was not a ramble but succinct, curious, I asked him if anything was the matter and he replied there was not. Suddenly, two women pop up from under the counter which he was seated behind. One bumped her head and both stared at Frankie and I. They each kissed Ezra’s cheek and left him some money on the counter, carrying a small plastic bag each with them. About twenty dollars from each woman.

“Should I even ask if that’s the stuff you keep under the counter that they just paid for in addition to the small items they have?”

Ezra scratches the exposed part of his chest above where his tank top scoops down. He’s never not sweaty, to be fair it is hot. He stands and thankfully his dark green trunks are not disheveled. He gathers the money with his one hand and plops it in a lock box he has next the small register. “The ladies were sought out some shelter from the blistering sun and I did not have ample room under my umbrella. I did advise against going under the counter but that is what they chose.” He presses his palm on the counter and snickers, “As to why they left me such a large tip, I cannot say. You’re well acquainted with my gift of gab, they also could have taken pity on an unfortunate man such as myself.” His explanation is hot air, but he adds a wiggle of his right residual limb to add to his point.

I know there’s no merit in arguing with him, whatever happened, I didn’t see it directly. “Keep your tips to the monetary kind Ezra. I’ll be back.”

“And I will look forward to it my dear straight laced Chloe. Enjoy your time with your gentleman here. Maybe he’ll introduce you to a tip.” Ezra ends as we walk away.

Frankie looks back and the shopkeeper waves goodbye. “Seems pretty cheap for your tip there. Maybe they didn’t get enough bang for their buck.” His snicker makes me lean on the nearest tree in laughter while I hear Ezra click his tongue in annoyance.

I like Frankie even more, he managed to get the last word in on Ezra.

Those who may adopt the M.O.P method: @maggiemayhemnj @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @undercoverpena @megamindsecretlair

@fhatbhabiee @tinytinymenace @morallyinept @readingiskeepingmegoing @survivingandenduring

@inept-the-magnificent @604to647

Ending day seven log:

Violence - None

Public intoxication - None

Public Nudity - None (still suspicious of what goes on under that counter)

Destruction of Property - None

Injuries: Minor = possibly 10+ (I only saw Roman Marcus’ upper body. It was a mix of old and new marks. I’ll have to reach out to NP later)

Chlóe’s well-being: On the mend. Turns out lunch and walks are solid remedies

Security Log One. Security Log Three

[ihatepeanutss]

when will my time be? | s.h

steve harrington x fem!reader

TW: infertility, pregnancy, allusion to sex, nancy being a little bad and r being sensitive, comfort, fluff, steve being a love, angst, pregnancy loss and ab*rtion.

(i faithfully believe that the woman can do what she pleases with her body but this chapter is inspired by real and personal situations with a touch of charlotte york and her fertility problems <3)

when you and Steve got married, you started your life plans, you moved to Chicago, you used all the strength and needs possible to survive and be established, you were roommates with Robin for at least four years before raising enough money to buy a beautiful home.

but you and steve had one goal now that all your main and basic goals had been achieved, having a baby, even if it seemed like just steve's fantasy, having a house full of babies and taking care of them as well as loving them, had also been yours. they were both only children who hadn't had the sense to have children at some point not until they met the crew.

you and him had been trying for six months, you had tried everything, up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool and they had even taken the risk of having sex in the bathroom of one of the Robin's parties but still there was only one line on the pregnancy test, like now.

just a scratch on that stupid piece of plastic.

you had never told steve that this affected you, you always showed him a smile and told him that they could keep trying while you threw the negative pregnancy test in the trash can.

when steve left you at the restaurant where you met Robin, Nancy and Chrissy, taking the box of Tampax, because sadly this morning you had gotten your period, once again.

“look, she brought the party to the table” robin spoke looking at the box before seeing you almost throw your bag on the chair.

“i’m never going to get pregnant and all i can think about is all the women who get pregnant and have positive tests” you spoke clearly frustrated, you felt like you were doing everything possible and failing with every little step you took.

Chrissy couldn't help but look at Nancy and Nancy, nor could she help but look at Robin while you trembled in frustration in front of them.

“i’ve been trying for five months and…nothing” you exclaimed, taking the letter to start ordering.

“honey, don't worry, you will get pregnant” Chrissy spoke trying to calm you down but she couldn't.

“when? when does Eddie finish putting together the plastic castle he gave Sydney for Christmas?” you exclaimed, “once a test comes out negative, everything else diminishes, planning a party at the inn is much easier than planning this baby.”

“if it is so difficult for you to get pregnant, how the hell can you count how many babies cry on airplanes?” Robin put her spoon into his ice cream, looking at her best friend's wife, it was more than obvious that she knew about her fertility problems, Steve was telling her everything, really frustrated.

Nancy couldn't help but laugh at that joke but you couldn't help but look at her and raise your eyebrow either.

“i don't think it's something we should laugh and making jokes,” you commented, lowering the letter and looking at the two of them.

“I thought this was a lunch with friends, not an infertility seminar,” Nancy responded, making your posture straighten and a lump in your throat automatically.

“Okay, okay, let's not be cruel, baby, do you want something from the menu?” Chrissy focused on you and how you played with your wedding ring.

“it’s me, i’m the problem why we can't have a baby” you responded really hurt “steve is perfect, it's me, it's really me” Chrissy could only deny, becoming more upset “so what is it? im tired of hearing stories from my gynecologist about people getting pregnant after finishing treatment or about mothers who haven't even tried and get pregnant. We have tried everything up, down, with and without a condom, on the couch, in the shower, in the car, in the pool, at work, everywhere and nothing” you wanted to cry from frustration and all you had to do was vent with your thoughts friends

“now about this! it’s what entertains me” Robin joked while eating his salad and watching nancy amusedly as he couldn't stop looking at Chrissy.

Nancy's eyes were guilty, sad, but more guilty than sad, they weren't listening to the conversation you were having with Robin, talking about how many times you had done it with Steve without a condom.

“75 times, do you have any idea how much excellent semen was wasted?” you exclaimed sternly in a low voice.

“i don't know, ask Chrissy” Robin pointed at the redhead making her laugh.

“sometimes i would love to get pregnant by mistake” you said, opening the letter again to see if you could occupy your mind with something but again Nancy looked at Chrissy and vice versa, there was no sadness, just guilt and more guilt “okay, what about the looks nancy?” You lowered the letter looking at Nancy's blue eyes and her hair behind her ears.

there was something new about her that wasn't, nothing physical or aesthetic and even nothing to do with the few accessories she wore or the makeup, it was something more...it was a glow.

“it’s nothing,” Nancy spoke somewhat softly, raising her shoulders.

“you’re sitting there, not saying anything or a word, you have that look on your face and i think you're judging me with Chrissy, it's because i sound pathetic and you think that, is it true?” You spoke looking at her hoping for a positive response.

you expected a “yes, i think you’re being pathetic for being obsessed with having swollen feet, nausea or the fact of wanting to have a baby”, you expected a mockery from Nancy or a speech about your career and work at the inn but never the words. that were going to come out of his mouth.

“it’s not that, and i think it's not the best time to say this” Nancy put down her fork to stare at you and you only listened to Chrissy's complaints and especially Robin's complaints asking her not to say anything in a whisper “i know you don't want to hear this but-"

“can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” You looked at all your friends before returning your gaze to Nancy.

“i’m pregnant,” Nancy said, looking at you waiting for another answer. “Believe me, i didn't plan it.”

they weren't the words that you didn't need because you were already breaking down inside, trying not to cry in front of your three friends or the diners at the restaurant.

"what are you going to do?" you blurted out with a broken voice, you didn't know what else to think, Nancy had said many times that her plans were not to be a mother here until she was at least 35.

Nancy could only look at Robin and then at Chrissy but never at you, knowing that her response could make you feel worse.

words were not needed to reach a conclusion: “i will leave, i cannot be present at your abortion talk.”

the next thing you did was take a taxi and go to work, it was your day off but you didn't want to be around anyone other than strangers who wouldn't look at you with pity or something. steve waited for you all afternoon, he called Chrissy but he couldn't find her because she had three girls to attend to, Nancy didn't answer but Robin did, explaining everything that happened at lunch.

steve didn't think twice, he took his car keys, a jacket and drove to the inn where you worked, finding you in the small greenhouse house sitting on the ground reading one of your many books that you always had in your car or bag.

“there you are,” Steve murmured, taking his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. Your cheeks were soaked and his eyes were red. “i thought something had happened to you.”

“i’m defective” you blurted out without looking up from your maternity book, you had read so much that it already felt stupid to do so now “I can't give you a baby and I don't deserve to be married to you if I don't give it to you.”

steve’s heart hurt just hearing you talk about yourself like that, he denied, taking the books you had in your lap before sitting with you on the floor, “you're not defective, what are you talking about, honey? maybe it's just not our time yet.”

steve had talked and bugged everyone, especially eddie and hopper, about how he wanted to be a father but he just couldn't push you and he thought he was the problem here.

“so when will it be?” you murmured, “when will my time be?”

"what's all this about? I thought you were...neutral and okay about the search for the baby." Steve knew you were lying about being okay with the constant negative tests. "did something happen?"

“nancy is pregnant” you laughed sadly “she is pregnant! and she wasn't even planning on it, she don't wait four weeks to get off the birth control pill, didn’t stop smoking, drinking beer, taking vitamin B every day or just taking care of myself. she just had sex without a condom and boom! a bun in the oven” you were frustrated and Steve could hear it in your tone of voice “but i was cruel to her”

“wow, pregnant nancy…maybe this news is the least pleasant for you but nancy is our friend, you love nancy and she loves you” steve took your face in his hands to caress your cheeks “and i know, i talked to Robin, you weren't cruel to her…you're just not ready for these conversations, my love.”

steve kissed your nose and let you cry in his arms, sitting on his lap, letting you hide your face in his neck and let out all that pain you had inside you.

the next three weeks you didn't talk to anyone except steve, you had a routine, work, home and from home to work, a routine that you had planned once you finished crying in the booth in steve's arms.

steve was worried about you but he wouldn't say anything until he got out of his hands, he was in charge of driving to your work and taking you to lunch anywhere, be it home or a restaurant, he was going to get you after work, because he loved you and wanted you to be healthy. They had stopped trying, Steve told you that he would not touch you until you feel good and it was your decision really from the heart and not out of obligation.

you had told Steve that you had been organizing the lunch of a woman named Emily who was president of a club, so it had been your only intrapersonal interaction that week on your own, she was the first person to whom you were totally sincere in addition to being a help, it was someone who knew in your opinion and you had really listened to her.

steve had seen you in a good mood that morning, you had made breakfast and you had told him that you would cook lunch too, helped you clean and water your plants that you had in the backyard until considered calling and informing that would take one more day off just to be with you.

"this morning i sent flowers to Nancy" you told steve cutting the lettuce "i made the arrangement myself, i used the most beautiful flowers and i sent them to the baby boy and nancy” yeah, nancy was excepting a beautiful baby boy.

steve smiled when he saw you smile for the first time in weeks approaching you "that sounds... excellent, my love" steve kissed your forehead "did you do anything else while i was away?"

"i did the shopping, bought flowers, found new dishes and i couldn't help but drink cups of hello kitty" you smiled leaving the lettuce in the salad bowl before they knocked on the door "it must be my order for dessert!"

you approached the door waiting to see the delivery man with the almost two-liter mint ice cream from steve's favorite ice cream shop but instead you found a man in a suit, with a picnic basket with a dog in it with a pink bow along with a note.

“you will give her a better home full of love that someone else could give her

— emily turk”

it was a special delivery from emily, an eight-pound, two-ounz Spanish cocker baby.

“oh my God” you murmured with a smile taking the puppy in your arms, bringing her closer to your face to give her a kiss on her wet nose “hello beautiful, are you hungry?”

steve thought that something had happened, in addition to being more attentive to you he was more overprotective with everything in front of you, when he arrived at the hall to find you with a puppy in his arms and a smile, one that he did not see five minutes ago or one that he saw this morning made him also smile.

“who is that?” Steve asked you leaning on the threshold of the wall

“she’s a present!” You smiled and spoke with enthusiasm, “can we keep it?” you tried to get closer, but Steve took the initiative to do it

“everything that makes you smile like that would be crazy to say no” steve kissed your forehead and put his hand on the puppy’s head “what’s her name?”

“princess dandy ridge brandy wine” you said her name, the one that Emily had given her when you met the puppy, a name that she didn’t like and honestly you didn’t like either

“it’s impossible to pronounce it, baby, you have to change it” steve laugh placing his arm on your shoulders

“what do we call you, beautiful?” You smiled watching the dog smell you and steve “who is the cutest girl in the world?”

“besides you, i don’t think there’s another prettiest girl in the world” steve kissed your cheek making you laugh

“elizabeth taylor harrington” you smiled at her before taking her and taking her to your kitchen where you began to watch her explore the house from the ground

Steve couldn’t help but do the same and see you smile next to him seeing his pet together, the anxiety was gone, the pain continued but it wasn’t very noticeable anymore, his heart was healing and they still wanted to have that baby but for now they would heal their anxiety with this new adventure that came to them.

although a month after giving up and without thinking about it, planning or organizing it you ended up with a positive test in your hand and an ultrasound in the other two days later, along with a cute pink bandana for Elizabeth Taylor that said “big sister”.

[bandsanitizer]

okay like hear me out though. I believe we’re eventually getting a more flushed out, multirelease spanning concept for seventeen post enlistment era.

like face the sun is arguably one of the most “lore” heavy concepts seventeen has done for a release. (yes I recognize that there are others that have some sort of larger narrative, but I would say face the sun Did the Most). and since then? there’s been a lot stronger narratives in some of their concepts (which might be just different creative leads, but bear with me here).

following a peter pan sort of vibe in the darl+ing mv, the word “dream” was possibly on the scrabble board. or at least implied by the DRE in the connections and the use of the M upside down for a W and the A on the left hand side.

all this to say… in follow up we eventually landed on the release of the track DREAM. in addition to that, dreaming was an important part of the concept for jeonghan and wonwoo’s release.

in both darl+ing and last night, the focus plays a bit on a comparison of dream/imagination/illusion and reality. in both music videos there’s some sense of waking up. last night is more literal, while in darl+ing I believe it’s implied in the falling aspect near the bridge and the heavy change of pallette.

it’s quite noticeable that three color schemes sort of exist within darl+ing ranging from the neutral field (where scenes cut between all members and individual members being present), the colorful inside scenes (ie: the church and hangout spot or wherever), and the ending black/grey/dark color heavy (injuries to members, broken items, debris).

I’ve done a previous analysis on darl+ing within the concept of face the sun and face the sun overall, but the point of focus here, is that seventeen essentially goes from this colorful existence of fun, etc. (often read as childhood consider the shadow allusion to peter pan) into something darker (possibly read as adulthood or maturity).

which speaking of color schemes… ot12 releases we have seen since face the sun are: sector 17, dream, fml, always yours, seventeenth heaven, and 17 is right here.

of those releases, fml is probably the closest to being a neutral concept. the rest are fairly colorful and some even floral. (yes I know there was a darker always yours concept, but we’ll get back to that as I do couple it with fml). (also please note I’m speaking more on main concept: ie the covers on streaming, etc.)

there’s a lot I can compare in the concepts, such as similarities in the world and god of music colors, setting, etc. as well as the hotel in dream and the building in super. particularly, though comparing the concepts of the title track music videos, it can be noted that the fuck my life and ima music videos are a bit more grounded and less… surreal than the other music videos.

I use that a bit loosely but mainly with focus on how ima is focused on the end of the world and fuck my life is based on the truman show—the idea of realizing your whole life is just.. a show.

compared to dream which is very surreal, the obsurdity of some of the god of music mv (like yes they actually filmed that but do most people put a mic in space? also wonwoo is cool but dancing utensils and napkins? ok belle), and the very sci-fi aspect of the maestro concepts, the FML and always yours title track mvs are a bit more grounded in a sort of reality.

like facing the idea that things end.. that’s a very real thing. kind of like growing up??

which going back to face the sun, there were five concepts in the release

in which if we consider face the sun to be grounded in the ray concept, considering the sun prominence in the album and in the tour as well as the desert in HOT, it’s possible to reason the releases after FTS are within the path and pioneer concepts.

WHICH!! when we look at FML with super and god of music, there’s a focus on the accomplishments of seventeen. their path so to speak. maestro and 17 is right here heavily also lean into this as the compilation album is quite literally a detail of their discography from past to present while maestro leans a bit more into pioneer.

to which we can once again connect the building motif from dream and super to the outbox of the 17 is right here album, the recently caratland concept, and !!!!! the use of elevators in the be the sun tour videos. I could also reason going rangers into this but that might be toooo much of a reach. (but it is connected. I’ll explain later).

what matters to me about the building is the multitude of windows and doors. particularly in dream and super. then compared to them placing particular concepts into each of the windows/doors in the 17 is right here box. this connection implies that seventeen, within the building, traverses different concepts (universes, if you will, except they’re superior to the mcu). note that the subunit mvs with 17 is right here are not any less surreal/obsurd than previous releases.

all of that to land at last night. in which we are focused on a darker/neutral palette, the idea of dreams, and a heavy prevalence of buildings (more specifically a cityscape).

very loosely, it’s a conflict between dreams and reality. the conflict of being able to face reality. jeonghan and wonwoo are opposing forces between a dreamscape and some sort of reality. we end on jeonghan presumedly “waking up”.

this also noting takes place at the rooftop of the building. so to speak, outside of the building.

if we consider the buildings to house various dreams/concepts/universes, then wonwoo and jeonghan being outside of the building and “waking up” is a sort of facing of reality. paralleled to the speculation that they’ll both be enlisting at the end of the year (well less speculation on jeonghan’s part)… I am led to believe that SEVENTEEN RIGHT HERE as a tour along with their 12th mini album in october, are going to be a sort of… reboot.

often times, art begins with a blank canvas. stories begin with an empty page. additionally, a lot of endings double as beginnings or at least lead into them. with the pioneer concept in the FTS album being black and white and the contrast of going from the colors in follow tour and the last two ot12 releases compared to the released poster for the SEVENTEEN RIGHT HERE tour (notably very neutral scheme) and the grey/black/white aspects of the JxW release… one might say we venture into the pioneer era. not to mention the implications of pioneering in music regarding the concept/statement that is maestro.

people are constantly changing, though I do think enlistment periods often call for larger changes within members and groups. it’s time “off” that they don’t usually get and it’s quite a break/detour from their usual. in this case, I think as part of the transition, we may see with the tour and the 12th mini album… a sort of page turn. a chapter change, except instead of being dropped into a new beginning, we enter a transition period. (also the arches in the new tour poster compared the set from follow tour with the clocks????)

essentially, I think the lack of color but ties back to FTS with the flame graphic integrated in the title, the sand prominence in the setting, and the brown (instead of black or whatever), is purposeful. along with the connection between sand and dreaming.

I believe that with this next comeback and tour in october, we’re going to see some sort of “waking up” imagery or metaphor within the concepts, music video, etc. from all or some of the members (within the fictional concept). from there, releases spanning the enlistment period particularly from non-BSS subunits and solo releases will have similar implications themes. all this to lead into establishing a lore for seventeen that has a larger span (beyond one mv). this need not be for their whole career (like ateez and loona are enough. Idk if I’ll ever understand those fully or deeply so yeah svt don’t need to do that much) but at least a few mini albums or something.

now I know people will be like “seventeen is different. they don’t need lore” but like … seventeen would be so good at it. look at going rangers. look at the this man concept. look at fuck my life mv. look at ima. those men can act!! and given the creativity they are very much capable of, I can’t imagine a greater narrative would be a challenge that would be detrimental or hindering. I think it would be able to showcase something that they haven’t tried to a fuller extent yet.

additionally, I don’t think seventeen would do something cookie cutter or average. if they approached doing a more substantial lore, I do think they’d do it detailed and they’d do it well. like they do NOT half-ass things.

but anyways, point! is that I think there are a lot of signs possibly pointing to a “reboot” where going forward, we’ll have a “waking up” from “dreams” (the wild range of previous mvs and concepts) by members (further implied in that it seems we may be getting subunit releases based on enlistment (see hoshi/woozi rumors) ((jun and the8 and joshua tapes???)) leading into a transition period that sees the reunion of members (perhaps they met in the dream and need to find each other irl (within the fiction of course)) culminating with the ot13 release post-enlistments that settles on a lore/narrative that spans multiple releases.

all that to say, maybe I’m be delulu and it’s nothing like that and someone just a LOVES a beige palette (which like I want to HAVE WORDS if that’s the case.) and like seriously they don’t need a lore. I just think it’d be cool. anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[gods-of-mischief]

What happened with: Maybe we could figure it out together? [Thoughts after S02E06]

My impressions of the story that I loved so much and that destroyed me so emotionally.

Yes, the second series is brilliant outside - great acting, visuals, music, epic finale. Yeah, it's beautiful at first and I can understand so much excitement and ovations about how great it is. But… when I look at the first series and compare it to the second, there are so many things missing. Damn it!

First season had soul, the creators focused mostly on the characters, on their growth, on emotions, on details, on the play of colors. For example, the scene in the Citadel and the conversation between Sylvie and Loki… absolutely breathtaking scene that they turned into a farce in the second series. (When HWR had erased Sylvie from the scene it was so gross it almost made me jump out of my chair.) At what point did a show that was about two people and their journey become a show about one person? What happened with "You go. I go.", "Maybe… maybe we could figure it out together."?

Why did Marvel put out a novelization confirming their feelings for each other, all that unspoken words, if they didn't want to work with that relationship properly in the second season? The relationship between those two was the heart of the entire first season. Yes, Loki was looking for Sylvie… yes, he was looking at her with his sad puppy eyes every time he saw her… but so what… for what? If they never once discussed about things - what happened, about their feelings, anything about them at all? And at the end, out of the blue, "I'm doing it for you"… but all the time without you.

They use his love for her to learn to control the slippage, to work things out, to sacrifice everything for her and for his friends. But when has Loki ever had time to truly be friend anyone other than Mobius? Yeah, they were dealing with the same problem, but before his "rewriting the story", those people were almost strangers to him… and he sits there with Sylvie at the bar and tells her that he's all about his friends… where some deeper relationship is pulled out of absolutely nowhere.

They both mutually think the other doesn't need the other in their lives anymore, and the way Loki handles everything on his own makes it seem that way. Still, it's Sylvie who makes him start to change why he does what he does along the way. So why wasn't there a scene where he finally fills her in properly on all of this? Why did they show us that he "trying everything" at the Citadel when it didn't seem like that at all, and make Sylvie out to be some obsessed murderess who can't see or hear what's going on around her? Why were there so many allusions to enchantment when they never used it to allow Sylvie to finally fully understand Loki? And I can think of more and more questions like that! I don't even want to imagine what the "real memories" Loki left in Sylvie's head after all this.

I also don't understand how they made the main female character a completely peripheral character that they clearly didn't know how to handle or lead. They had her thrown in for a twist here and there, but otherwise they had her there for decoration? Such an interesting character that they turned into a looped figure that doesn't understand what's going on. A side character who just stood on the sidelines for nothing? The girl was a goddess, just like Loki, so what the hell? That's how untapped the potential is. It was a pain to watch and especially in the finale. Sophia, I'm really sorry. You and Sylvie deserved so much better. That mysogyny was disgusting.

I really tried to take all the episodes with a grain of salt, expecting that there was surely a reason… that everything would somehow become clear, that I couldn't judge without the whole context… but the whole picture just confirmed to me that the creators were just pushing the story and the characters into situations that absolutely missed the fundamentals of the first series.

Yes, it could have had exactly the ending it had, if it had to be. But the path should have been different. Why does he have close people around him and then he is alone in everything? I stand by the fact that this should have been handled by both of them. That they should have either ended up there "at the end of time" together or they should have given them some kind of goodbye, a scene where they talk about it, where Loki tells her he doesn't want her to go there with him, that he wants her to live (like when it was in NWH between Peter and MJ, for example, when he told her what was going on, what he had to do and they dealt with it together) or a scene where Sylvie was free to make her own decision. She should have been able to decide and have a say in all of this.

For me, this build-up was unprecedentedly cruel to them from start to finish. I have to say that the ending made me cry, and I can count on one hand the number of times I've cried at a movie or TV show. This completely destroyed me, how long nothing. What was it supposed to give me? No matter what I do, it will never be enough? Will I have to lose everything I want and live with my biggest fears forever? Or?

So… in summary, if you're all about the epic story and not the characters and real relationships, you'll probably be thrilled… otherwise, you might have the same mixed feelings as I did. I know that Marvel is no soap opera… but they often present love and relationships in a very painful way, I get really sick of it sometimes. It's not always about epic twists and sacrifices…

I'm still here. I love Sylki, I love Tom and Sophia. But the second season hurts like hell. I don't even know if I want to see it again. To be honest, I don't even know how to deal with it. Is there any hope? Who knows… it's getting harder and harder to hope.

[venus-is-in-bloom]

"All for the Empire of Eorzea!"

On Final Fantasy XIV and the liberal doctrine of imperialism

Over the past few months, following the release of Final Fantasy XIV's latest paid expansion, Endwalker, public interest in the game has skyrocketed. Plenty of fairly big-name YouTubers and Twitch streamers have picked up the game, praising its gameplay loop and especially its extremely long story and in-depth worldbuilding. Among all this discussion it has become increasingly remarkable that many commentators, even those who espouse at least moderately progressive politics and who are happy to point out harmful ideas in openly propagandist media such as the Call of Duty franchise or Axis Powers Hetalia, have not yet brought the same critical lens to bear on the strongly political messages of FFXIV's extremely politically-focused writing.

We (myself, @everyone-needs-a-hoopoe, and @glamoplasm), three players each with hundreds of hours of playtime and full experience with the main story up to Endwalker, have committed ourselves, partly out of our passion for analysis and partly for our peace of mind, to presenting our own brief examination of one of the game's core themes—a theme so central that the other elements of the story can be seen to revolve around it.

This particular theme is that of the supposed rightness of imperial domination, supported by a series of sub-doctrines:

that it is in the nature of people to rebel against civilisation and seek its destruction;

that their subordination or willing loyalty to a good governing authority is necessary to turn their base natures to good purposes; and therefore

that any act rebelling against a governing authority, unless it is in service to another governing authority, is categorically harmful and must be stopped.

Some criticisms require only a sentence or at most a paragraph to give voice to. This one, however, requires investigation of large sections of the text. To best ensure that this analysis is understandable, rather than establishing our points exactly, we'll be following a more organic path—starting from the surface of the narrative, and focusing on those details that people notice first, before peering deeper and deeper into its basic structure.

For those who would rather not read an essay on Tumblr, it is also available as a Google Doc at this link.

1. "Suffering turns you evil."

Let's begin with one of the most egregious examples of poor writing in the early part of the game's core story, A Realm Reborn (or ARR). Specifically, we want to summarise the story surrounding the third dungeon, the Copperbell Mines.

The introduction to the Copperbell Mines is simple. You are an adventurer, and Amajina & Sons Mining Concern has contracted you to kill a group of giants (called hecatoncheires after the figures from Greek myth) that are occupying a mine they want to use.

That could have been it. That could have been the whole story. If so, it would have been a simple, low-effort excuse for players to enter a dungeon and fight monsters, extremely typical of the fantasy genre and totally unremarkable in its lazy allusions to some group of evil half-human monster people. Unfortunately, unprompted by anything, the story begins to give you further details on the root of this conflict.

The hecatoncheires are victims of slavery—specifically, during a previous dynasty, the people of Ul'dah used enchanted helmets to turn them into mindless mine workers, and theirs were the first hands to excavate the Copperbell Mines and strip it of its minerals. At a certain point, the enchantments broke, and the hecatoncheires organised a revolt against their masters. In retaliation, the king of Ul'dah ordered that the whole mine be collapsed on their heads, supposedly killing them all.

However, in your time, Amajina & Sons sought to unearth the mines again, hoping to glean new wealth from them. In doing so, they uncovered the resting place of the hecatoncheires, who had miraculously survived the mine's collapse. The hecatoncheires, we are told, were furious when uncovered. Amajina & Sons immediately set up a perimeter to keep them trapped inside and turned to brave adventurers to seek a solution to the problem of their existence.

This is where you come in. Please slaughter all these revolting slaves! They're getting in the way of our work!

After you fight your way through the Copperbell Mines, killing Gyges the Great, who is presumably their leader, you make a triumphant cheer and return to the surface to receive your thanks. Not long after, Y'shtola, a major supporting character throughout the story, praises you for your quickness to action and your unwavering morals. The game makes no mistake about the fact that, although it was sad they all had to die, you've done the right thing by killing them, and apart from this, the hecatoncheires are never mentioned again.

Except for the hard version of the dungeon. And except for the fact that years down the line, in patch 6.25 for the recent Endwalker expansion, a new dungeon in Ul'dah was added, the Sil'dihn Subterrane, in which the first boss you encounter is another, still-enslaved hecatoncheire. This is one of multiple callbacks showing that the game is not only fully aware of its early roots but making no attempt to distance itself from them.

But let's ignore that. Let's suppose that this really was just some isolated, unpleasant experience, and the rest of ARR is a fairly wholesome story about national pride and resistance against an invading foe, and move on—as many people surely did, relieved to be away from all of that. It's just one bad spot, after all, and one bad spot on an otherwise clean sheet can be overlooked.

Depending on your starting class, FFXIV will begin new characters in the heart of one of the three major city-states in ARR: Gridania, Ul'dah, or Limsa Lominsa. The beginning questline you experience will then follow one of the unique conflicts that each city-state is embroiled in at first before broadening its scope towards the middle of the story. Those conflicts are further elaborated on within class and job quests, as well as the many sidequests and optional content paths the game offers, each replete with story details.

Gridania.

Gridania, in the Twelveswood (or Black Shroud), is at war with the bird-like Ixal. The Ixal collect lumber in the Twelveswood, a fact much resented by Gridania's mystical elementals. Supposedly, this is because they collect too much lumber, or collect it too greedily or carelessly—acts that demand their total expulsion rather than any attempt at compromise. If you dig a bit deeper into the lore, you find out that the Ixal were once local to the Twelveswood, having settled there centuries ago after fleeing Azys Lla, and that the place they've been forced into by Gridania's actions, Xelphatol, is fundamentally unliveable for them as forest dwellers. Their walkways, airships, and shelters are all built from wood—they need it to survive. (Incidentally, the public and private dwellings, tools, and weapons of Gridania itself are also clearly built from wood, something that is apparently acceptable to the forces that govern the Twelveswood—it seems only one state has the elementals' blessing.) In your time in Gridania, you will slaughter countless Ixal in the name of protecting the wood from their intrusions, as well as some for your hunting log, as they are considered de facto enemies whose death requires no justification. This sort of thing becomes a clear pattern as you play through the game.

Gridania is also involved in two other conflicts with more human-like peoples that different quests explore: one with the Keepers of the Moon, and one with the Duskwight Elezen, both of whom suffer brutal and unrelenting discrimination even when nominally accepted within the city's walls. The Keepers of the Moon hunt for survival, and are therefore labelled as poachers; the Duskwights are displaced refugees from their fallen home of Gelmorra, not permitted to partake in Gridania's bounty, who as a people are exclusively represented as bandits and thieves. Certain questlines explore the depths of these conflicts, in each case explaining that although these people are deprived of what they need to survive, they are still wrong for feeling animosity towards the lawkeepers who do the depriving, and the response to their resistance is to put them down by force.

Indeed, Gridania shows very little friendliness towards outsiders. Much of this is justified by the extremely selective and capricious will of the elementals, with whom only the Gridanian head of state can converse. According to this communicated will, Gridania not only turns away refugees but forces them to starve. It expels anyone deemed unfit to dwell in the city or its surrounding villages and destroys through military force anyone that challenges its rule. It's sad that they resist, but necessary that they be killed, for it is the elementals' will.

Ul'dah.

Ul'dah has a different mandate—that of wealth. Coded according to the same orientalist traditions as classic western media like Aladdin, with many short, dark-skinned, scheming men abusing pale, delicate women in need of rescue, it is portrayed as a place where a few powerful merchants rule at the top of society, while the poor wallow in abject misery at the bottom. Ul'dah is where the aforementioned slaughter of the hecatoncheires happens, but its chief conflicts are with the Amalj'aa, which we will cover later, and with a so-called "refugee crisis" that bears eerie similarities—like much of the game—to certain similar occurrences in our world. Final Fantasy XIV wants it both ways: it shows realistically the struggle and poverty of refugees, their vulnerability to exploitation, their helplessness at the hands of a cruel law that would rather see them dead than give them food, shelter, or medicine; yet at the same time it tells you, in no uncertain terms, that Ul'dah is sadly justified in denying them those things—whether out of concern for preserving its own wealth by not letting poor people in, or because most refugees unavoidably become criminals. Multiple questlines have you hunt down wrongdoers among the refugee populace, turning them in to the authorities. None involve those authorities providing refugees with the urgent aid that they require.

Despite the troubling and racially-charged implications that tie into Ul'dah's supposed critique of capitalism, it is still worth addressing. At a certain point in the story, one learns that the Sultana of Ul'dah, Nanamo Ul Namo, was almost certainly placed on the throne as a child after the assassination of her parents in order that the Monetarists, a powerful group of wealthy merchants, might use her as a puppet ruler. After she attempts to step down from her position as Sultana and reform the state into a more egalitarian one, one of the Monetarists, Teledji Adeledji, stages an attempt on her own life as well, and almost succeeds. The culprit is discovered and punished, and after her recovery the Sultana decides not to reform Ul'dah after all, realising that the Monetarists do not want her to do that and deciding they must have a good reason for doing so. She goes on to form a strong partnership with the remaining Monetarists—supposedly a good ending for the state of Ul'dah, where the poor and the displaced suffer eternally, but the city grows ever wealthier. We'll come back to this topic after examining the game's other attempted critique of capitalism, later on.

Limsa Lominsa.

Limsa Lominsa has an interesting history. It is a comparatively young nation, originally founded as an alliance of pirates, who raided the native people—primarily the rodent-like kobolds—of the island where they had settled. As such, its mandate as a state is conditional, and certain powerful pirate crews that predate its formation enjoy not only great freedom but political privilege under its rule—though having Garlemald as an enemy has given the ruling Admiral an opportunity to tighten the yoke on them, forcing them to focus their efforts on the ships of the invaders. Limsa Lominsa initially faces two major conflicts: one with the furred kobolds, and one with the fish-like Sahagin.

The Sahagin conflict is short and simple in scope, so we will cover that first. The Sahagin live primarily under the sea, but much like salmon, in order to reproduce, they have to come to the surface and swim inland to suitable spawning grounds. Historically, the Sahagin had their own established spawning grounds, but the recent Calamity that shook the world rendered these unusable, forcing them to turn to other parts of the coastline—which are controlled by Limsa Lominsa. Limsa Lominsa does not want to give up the use of its land for the sake of someone else's survival, and so guards its shoreline with uncompromising force of arms.

Now it will probably be pointed out that the Sahagin attack Lominsan ships, pillage and slaughter indiscriminately, and engage in comically stereotypical displays of hatred and contempt for their enemies. In the past, they even destroyed an entire village to establish the only spawning grounds they currently have access to. We do not want to deny this—we want to bring it to attention, in fact. You will be noticing that in this case—and in the case of the Ixal—and indeed in the majority of the other cases covered here, the party of the conflict that is desperate and in need is portrayed as being the aggressor, threatening and attacking people indiscriminately and engaging in all sorts of horrible practices such as kidnapping and mutilation. Indeed, the ones who are suffering are always the most depraved and violent, while the ones causing the suffering are always civil, regretful, and repentant. In this framing, surely the civil ones, whose acts of bloodshed happen offscreen, behind closed doors, or amid screeds about ending the "cycle of violence", are in the right?

To put it more clearly, it is not our aim to say that the story does not portray your enemies—the tribes of animal people, the refugees, the poor, and other victims of cruelty at the hands of your allies—as evil. We are in fact claiming the opposite: they are always portrayed as evil. Their representatives and actors are always the most cruel, vile, callous, and hateful people you could imagine: two-bit fantasy enemies to be forgotten after they die. Anyone who is a victim of systemic oppression and who rebels against it is a villain in the eyes of Final Fantasy XIV's narrative, and it spares no measure in painting them as such.

Let us now return to the subject of Limsa Lominsa and the kobolds. The kobolds are noted as the original inhabitants of the island of Vylbrand, where Limsa Lominsa is now located. They occupy a vast subterranean network stretched out through the island's underground, but still need to harvest food and other necessities from the surface. After a period of conflict and invasion, the kobolds and the early Lominsans came to a treaty agreement which would grant the kobolds control over the land they held but give the Lominsans full control over the sea and coast. This treaty the Lominsans were quick to violate afterwards, pushing the kobolds out of the surface entirely and threatening their survival. Nowadays, starving kobolds frequently attempt to steal food, as shown in multiple randomly-occuring FATEs around La Noscea; these are swiftly punished by Limsa Lominsa's army and the faithful mercenaries of the Adventurer's Guild. At a much later point in the story, Limsa Lominsa will eventually enter talks with the kobolds to better their relations, with unclear outcomes if any.

This, too, bears eerie similarities to the conditions of real life. If you live in, say, the occupied land of Aotearoa or any other nation built on stolen land, you may be at least passingly familiar with the idea of legitimising treaties, signed often under duress with unclear wording, specious tactics, and generous reinterpretation by the invading party, that supposedly hand over governance or land ownership.

The primals.

Out of all the conflicts thus far discussed, the ones that govern the flow of the grander story are those between the city-states and the "beast tribes". These animal-like peoples, particularly the ones we have discussed, have much in common in their portrayals. They speak with improper grammar and distinct verbal tics vaguely implying a lack of fluency and some imaginary different native language. They are all described as "tribal". Their societies enforce rigid and unusual power structures and they distrust anyone from outside their group. They do not share technology or overlap culture with human peoples and are therefore shown to be more "primitive" and less knowledgeable. They are ethnically homogenous.

I point all these things out to make them explicit: they are all extremely common in racialised depictions of indigenous people worldwide. From Disney's Peter Pan to Neopets to the Spyro series to Genshin Impact, the funny-talking, ignorant, scantily-clad tribesman who menaces you with a spear is a staple of media and storytelling in the west—and whether by unknowing osmosis or deliberate reflection, much of the rest of the world has begun to absorb it.

In Final Fantasy XIV specifically, one more common thread can be found between the so-called "beast tribes": each of them, in the next stage of the story, summons a primal, a representation of their gods formed out of magic and purposed for war. In the case of the Ixal, the Sahagin, and the Kobolds, there's a very clear motivation for this: they are at risk of extermination, and need to resist it by any means necessary. Perhaps, then, this act of magical summoning, which is mystical and religious in nature, is something to be respected or honoured? No, not at all—in fact, this section of the story is given to establishing that primals are the ultimate evil and must be destroyed at any cost. Why? Primals—yes, the game's only representation of the pseudo-indigenous people's actual gods—force people to serve them through mind control. This is the first and perhaps most influential example of the game's use of "evil mind control" as an ad-hoc justification for why people fighting for a fair cause must nonetheless die.

The reason we did not include the Amalj'aa in the passage on the individual city-states' conflicts is that the possibility of their having a narrative or a motive at all is entirely erased by the mind control plot point. Supposedly, at some point, the Amalj'aa summoned their god, it enthralled them with its magic, and now they are all fanatical servants out to kidnap or kill anyone they meet (except for the one non-brainwashed faction that is sympathetic to Ul'dah instead). This puts on clear display the utter erasure of complex narratives that such a plot point enables—and the same principle extends to the portrayal of the other tribes, who should have been more sympathetic. With superb convenience, it always turns out that the majority of "beastmen" are fanatically loyal to their god, hostile to humans, and must die, whereas a small faction of them despise their god, ally with their oppressors against their god's followers, and are therefore the "good ones"—even if the people they are allied against are fighting for survival. People who are mind-controlled are beyond reason, so there's no reasoning with them. People who are mind-controlled are as good as dead, so there's nothing but passing sadness that you had to do the deed. It is the perfect excuse. At no point is any credence given to the idea that the "bad" tribes' actions might in fact be justified—even though the story has already provided full justification for their actions—because how could you support mind control?

This masterstroke enables the utter demonisation of the oppressed in the "beast tribe" narrative. As we learn, not only do the tribes summon primals to their own detriment, they are being manipulated into summoning them by the game's great evil. They are merely puppets, and once you've killed them, you can move on to the next, grander task in your rise to heroism, with only a few sad words. The focus is no longer on the systemically enforced evil, which reaches the point of genocide, that is the source of the tribes' suffering and desperation. Instead, it is on the idea that primals are the ultimate evil, and that anyone who summons a primal is your enemy, regardless of their reasons for doing so.

ARR as representative of the story.

Before we move on, let's have a quick retrospective on the story so far. You are the once-humble, now-proud instrument of the three city-states of Eorzea, who wage a constant war to drive out and take everything from those who are not either citizens or servants. This war is justified and its casualties are necessary. Your greatest enemies are the "beast tribes", who summon primals, which are evil, and that makes them evil, and means they must be stopped. You are always in the right for doing so. You are a hero.

This is a fairly clear message so far. However, as we get into the leadup to the first expansion story, Heavensward, maybe things will be different. Many people regard the ARR experience as a sort of black sheep, a drudgery that new players must sit through before getting to "the good stuff". The story, they say, gets better. Why judge the game based on its first twenty to forty hours?

It seems prudent to point out that Final Fantasy XIV is not something that exists in a static form, like the old issues of a comic that can no longer be changed and must be built upon. Over its years of live service, the game has undergone many dramatic overhauls, especially ARR. There is no longer a TP gauge, which was a staple mechanic of melee combat up until Stormblood. Entire dungeons and trials have been overhauled, their mechanics and layout being streamlined to fit with newer design philosophies and help new players acclimate to the concepts that are common in later expansions, and new "duty support" features being added with new character dialogue suitable to the story at that point. Great consideration has to be given to these changes, and the amount of improvement the game experience has seen over the years is worthy of applause.

If it is possible to not only tweak but completely overhaul the structure of major gameplay elements, then one would expect that if there was a perceived need to perform small or even moderate alterations to the story, many of which only require the editing of textual game dialogue and its corresponding localisations, then at least some such changes would have been carried out. Yet it stands out that ARR's story has gone completely untouched. The story experience that every single new player has to go through has not had any further edit passes. No words have been altered. Does this speak to pride in the early story, or maybe just indifference? In our discussion of the Copperbell Mines dungeon, we pointed out that parts of later content actually allude to some of the content in ARR. In fact, the game seems willing to eventually acknowledge some criticisms. One example of this is the milquetoast attempt at rehabilitating Limsa Lominsa during the Shadowbringers patch quests, in which much is said, little is promised, and nothing thus far is done. Another example is the renaming of the "beast tribe quests" to simply "tribal quests" at a certain point in the game's lifespan—a half-hearted acknowledgement that it's bad to equate indigenous people to animals, which does nothing about the fact that all quest text and dialogue still uses the terms "beast tribe" and "beastmen", let alone the incredibly one-sided and unfavourable portrayal of the Ixal, Sahagin, Amalj'aa, and kobolds, the implications of which are far worse if one considers that the connection to portrayals of real-life indigenous peoples is one made with full knowledge and awareness.

All this is to say that if Square Enix wanted to change the story in the early part of the game to remove harmful political implications, they have the ability to do so. This is not just a small part of the game. A Realm Reborn consists of enough mandatory content to occupy the first several days of an average player's time in Final Fantasy XIV. For a good proportion of players, it may be all they ever see of the game at all—especially if they don't like it. The complete lack of alterations to the story of A Realm Reborn, as well as continued allusions to its story elements throughout the following expansions, indicate that the company as a whole is happy with where it is and wants it to be a part of the player experience. Therefore, it should be judged as a component of the final product.

In addition, as we will see, there is no particular break between the themes of ARR and those of the following expansions. The game is nothing if not consistent. Even the specific way that the "beast tribes" get treated, with one good faction to be helped and one bad faction to be destroyed or subdued, is reprised in Stormblood with the Vira and Qalyana, in Shadowbringers with the Ondo and Benthos, and in Endwalker with the history of the Arkasodora and the Gajasura.

Ishgard and Dravania.

The first thing you learn about Ishgard is that it is at war with dragons. The dragons in question are a mindless, ravening horde, bent on killing every human being. Mysteriously, given this fact, the dragons are aided by seditious human agents, called heretics for their disloyalty to Ishgard, which is a theocracy with many, many similarities both aesthetic and otherwise to the Catholic Church. Inquisitors (yes, inquisitors) hunt diligently for these heretics among their ranks, and one of your first missions involves uncovering that an inquisitor is secretly a heretic accusing innocents to advance his cause. Real-life inquisitors, as we know, never accused innocent people of anything.

With not only a heretic-hunting Inquisition but also an Order of Temple Knights at its disposal, the Holy See of Ishgard is more than an image of the Catholic Church. Specifically, it is an image of the Church in the period of the so-called Reconquista, the infamous genocidal war that attempted to purge all Muslim and Jewish people from Europe without a single trace. Unlike in the real world, however, the Holy See of Ishgard is entirely virtuous, and its purposes without fault. It is embroiled in an endless war through no fault of its own, or so we are led to believe. What then does it imply to put evil dragons and scheming "heretics" in the place of Muslim people?

Not to worry, though—Heavensward is the first expansion to dare introduce moral ambiguity into the story, though also the last. Before the expansion proper even starts, you meet the infamous Ysayle Dangoulain, a heretic leader, who challenges you, telling you that you are fighting for the wrong side—that in fact Ishgard must fall for there to be peace.

Over the course of Heavensward, both this claim and Ysayle herself are systematically dismantled until they are dust, and then the remains are insulted.

First, Ysayle, who believes in the ultimate aim of peace between humans and dragons through exposing and redressing past wrongs, is pitted against Estinien, who believes that the only peace that can exist is the total subjugation of dragonkind through military force. The game treats these views as equally valid and worthy of consideration for a short while, before ultimately favouring Estinien's. You cut your way through the realm of dragons, slaughtering children and adults alike on your quest to reach Nidhogg, the dragons' general, in a sequence of dungeons that the game absurdly claims is a peace mission because, after killing Nidhogg's consort, you then approach him and ask if he wants to parley. As Ysayle falls into impotent despair at the failure of her ambitions for peace, Estinien gets his wish—he kills Nidhogg. After this point, Ysayle essentially leaves the story, changing into an ineffectual figure whose only deed is to regret her past actions as wrong.

Around this time, you have discovered that the war is built on false pretenses. Long ago, humans and dragons lived together in Dravania. Ishgard claims the dragons began the war for no apparent reason, but in fact, the first king of Ishgard led a ring of assassins to kill the dragon Ratatoskr, sister of Nidhogg, and eat her eyes to gain her magical power—power with which they hoped to gain supremacy over all of Dravania, and dominion over dragonkind. However, their betrayal was discovered by Nidhogg, who attacked them and killed the king, but had his own eyes ripped out in the attempt. The remaining assassins plotted to spread a lie by which they could rouse the humans to a great war of extermination on their own behalf—thus establishing Ishgard's identity as the dragons' enemy. The flashback in which this is revealed is bizarre. It reveals that among the masterminds of the lie is the king's son, Haldrath, who after the failed assassination of Nidhogg dedicates his life to killing as many dragons as possible, using the power stolen from Nidhogg's eyes to fuel his rage. He is the first so-called "Azure Dragoon", and the first of the dragoons in general—a class of soldiers specialised for dragon-killing. Interestingly, Haldrath claims that he means his crusade as a "penance"—but how can murdering dragons be a penance for murdering dragons?

We'll revisit the "penance" line in the next section.

(Incidentally, this is not the only time we will be told a story about how it is understandable, or even admirable, to lie about and conceal the true nature of a conflict in order to demonise the enemies of a state. In the Sil'dihn Subterrane variant dungeon, Nanamo ul Namo discovers that a similar lie was involved in the founding of Ul'dah. Ul'dah concealed both its culpability in unleashing a horrific "zombie plague" on its rival city-state, Sil'dih, as well as the fact that the Amalj'aa were its staunch allies in containing said plague. Upon learning this, Nanamo not only draws a direct connection between Ul'dah and Ishgard, but explains that the noble intentions of her forbears were to conceal the information until "the time was ripe for reconciliation". Ripe for whom? Who would benefit from delaying to lay bare this evil deception?)

While the lie of Ishgard is being concocted, Nidhogg flees to his brother Hraesvelgr, who grants him one of his own eyes, saving his life. Nidhogg vows to use his power to protect dragonkind from the misguided wrath of the misled humans—except not quite. Because this is a story where being oppressed turns you evil, Nidhogg vows revenge upon all humankind, and mobilises his fellow dragons to war via mind control.

This cleans up the question raised at the beginning of the expansion, as to whether you might be fighting for the wrong side. Sure, Ishgard might be built on lies and founded on the desire for supremacy at any price—but the dragons are mind-controlled, so they're really in the wrong.

Despite this, the story has one last hurrah for its dying spark of centrism. After killing Nidhogg, you journey back to Ishgard to deliver the good news, hoping to use his death to barter for a lessening of hostilities. However, complications arise, because the archbishop of the church knew the truth about the war all along, and doesn't want that truth to get out or the war to end. You chase him down, kill him, and then help to instate a new government that will pursue a path of peace. This seems like a significant positive step compared to the story in ARR. Your allies were shown to be in the wrong, you have taken corrective action, and now things will change—won't they?

A telling fact is that Ysayle is dead by this point. Having bet everything on the hope that the death of Nidhogg and the Archbishop would bring reason to Ishgard, she has ordered the heretics underneath her to disarm and surrender, and subsequently given her life to save yours. In the wake of the story, she will receive a cold eulogy in which Alphinaud condemns her as a heretic before reluctantly admitting that her late actions in alliance with you redeemed her somewhat.

Now, you may be wondering why this essay is titled "the liberal doctrine of imperialism". Liberalism has been the name of several related ideologies throughout international history. The sense we have in mind, however, is the one primarily used in discussions of the electoral system of the United States and its two-party system. This is a party in a representational democracy that stands somewhat to the "left" of a more conservative party, yet not so far as to lose mainstream support. It aims to offer a modest challenge to the status quo, appearing to be more progressive. By doing so, it seeks to capture the interest of radical elements in society that would otherwise find themselves totally unrepresented. Seeing that a party represents their interests, they remain satisfied with the electoral system and do not engage in actions that would produce social unrest. In reality, the liberal party remains extremely close in policy to the conservative party, never pushing harder against it than it absolutely must to avoid utterly losing its grip on the radicals. Even when in power, it strategically permits the conservative party many victories, and lets its own more left-leaning policy proposals fall by the wayside. As such, it produces the illusion of political representation without the actuality, and uses this illusion to enervate dissent—a function vital to a government that wishes to have a plausible claim to democracy, while maintaining strict control over its laws and systems.

So much for definitions. The first thing you find out under the post-coup system is that very little changes, despite the fact that the military is in charge instead of the church. Heretics are still criminals, condemned by the government, and the Inquisition operates at full force. Dragons and humans remain firmly apart, with none being permitted to freely move in the lands of the other. (The one example you see of dragons trying to enter Ishgard, in the Firmament quests, results in them being held at spearpoint under an Inquisitor's orders.) Much later on, the Endwalker role quests confirm that the clergy retain their privilege and authority and have the backing of the new government in doing so. The war has entered a ceasefire, but as we will see, not for long.

A conference is held to broker peace with a faction of dragons from Anyx Trine that is sympathetic to Ishgard and hostile towards Nidhogg's army. (Does that sound familiar?) During the events surrounding the conference, two very interesting things happen. Firstly, we learn that many of the most miserable and battered Ishgardian citizens are against the ending of the war. This is very interesting. Why would a people who had suffered in an endless war for a thousand years in the greatest hardship not seek the end of that suffering by any means necessary? The story so far has strived to portray the Ishgardians as the ultimate victims, while giving little sympathy to the dragons for their time at war. Yet here the Ishgardians do not act in their own interest. Several Ishgardian citizens attempt to sabotage the peace talk out of a desire for vengeance against the dragons.

Once again, they have suffered, and the actions they take in response to that suffering are entirely senseless, emotionally driven, and destructive. Suffering turns you evil. The refusal of those citizens to cooperate with the new government requires them to be either brought to heel or killed.

Fortunately, Vidofnir, the dragon representative from Anyx Trine, shows no such tendency, and is totally cooperative. The second interesting thing that happens during the peace conference is that she is attacked and seriously wounded by the resurrected Nidhogg, who rails against the prospect of peace. Remember, Nidhogg was initially motivated to war by the assassination of his sister and the revelation of King Thordan's plot to conquer and rule over dragonkind. His struggle against King Thordan and his knights almost led to his death, and if not for an unlikely miracle he would be dead twice over. Yet now he opposes a peace treaty, which would protect his people and himself from further harm from the humans who so fervently want to kill them. Why? Suffering turns you evil.

We have strayed a little from the account of events given by the narrative. Let us explore this for a little bit. The story of Heavensward is ruled by the theme of the supposed "cycle of vengeance". According to the stated account of events, those who are wronged begin to heedlessly seek vengeance against those who have wronged them, even to their own detriment. After they accomplish their vengeance, those who they hurt in turn heedlessly seek vengeance against them, and so on and so forth. This, the narrative asserts, is the cause of the Dragonsong War. The dragons hate the humans, and the humans hate the dragons, with no ultimate rational basis except some irrelevant occurrence from a thousand years ago.

While this is at best a somewhat inaccurate model, it is absurd to apply it to something as serious as war, as the narrative attempts to do. As noted above, it leads to the baffling conclusion that the only reason people engage in the war—on either side—is because of hurt feelings, and the only way people will ever want to end the war is if those hurt feelings are mended. There are no practical reasons, no material conditions, no serious fears real or conjured that give rise to conflict or bring it to an end. Everything is laid at the feet of the idea that suffering turns you evil.

We also need to spend some time on the shape this evil takes. Some of the most bewildering claims made during Heavensward include the idea that Nidhogg is deliberately not winning the Dragonsong War, even though he could, in order to "punish" the humans of Ishgard. Disregarding for now the implicit idea that a conquered people is happier than a people still fighting, this would imply that prior to the events of the Steps of Faith, Nidhogg has never, at any point, with all the leverage in the world, made any attempt to recover his stolen eyes, the theft of which is supposed to be a chief impetus for his war against Ishgard in the first place. What logic is this? There is none—but that is consistent, as the story believes that Nidhogg, like all other people turned evil because of suffering, is beyond all reason.

Back to the story. Now the lines of conflict are drawn once again. Peace, as it turns out, was short-lived, and Ysayle died for nothing. The true source of conflict is Nidhogg, representative of all dragonkind's unreasoning, illogical hatred. Estinien was right: killing dragons is the answer. Peace comes when all the bad dragons are dead.

Fortunately, because of the mind control plot, there's only one bad dragon. How convenient!

At the last stroke, Nidhogg's death seals the peace deal for Ishgard. It's difficult to judge the details of this, as the subject of Dravania's dragons is given no attention at all after Heavensward ends. In fact, you see no further sign of any interaction between the humans of Ishgard and the dragons of Dravania for the rest of the entire main story. In addition, while Ishgard and its knights appear several times throughout the main scenario, only one job quest and one piece of side content include dragons at all—the latter of which shows what was stated above, that the Inquisition is alive and well and that it continues to hunt heretics and dragons that dare stray towards the city. With the same conditions that began the first Dragonsong War still about, and no guarantees visibly made against it, it seems like the only thing we can be sure of is that when conflict is sparked anew, the newly formed Ishgardian House of Commons will get one half of the vote on who gets sent to the front.

So this is the story so far: Suffering turns you evil. Once you are evil, you need to die. Your death brings peace. Don't look at what causes the suffering in the first place. The slaves are rebelling! Kill them!

2. "The state is the reins of the people."

As we move further into the story, full analysis necessitates a deeper dive into the themes that the game constructs. Our first section aimed to lay bare the game's strange fixation on people who suffer becoming villains. However, we have yet to even begin to explain the framework of belief that might produce such a perspective.

Ala Mhigo.

Some of the setup for the story of Stormblood, the next expansion, is done all the way back at the beginning of Heavensward. There, during the plot to assassinate the Sultana, one of the chief actors is Ilberd. Once a loyal friend of the Sultana's right-hand man, Raubahn, Ilberd has betrayed him in the most gruesome way possible to side with the would-be coup leader, Teledji Adeledji. What is his motivation? Once again, it's because he has suffered.

In brief, both Ilberd and Raubahn are survivors of the conquest of Ala Mhigo, a city not too far from the Black Shroud, by Garlean invasion. Like many other survivors, they fled from Ala Mhigo to Ul'dah. (As noted previously, the people of Gridania in the Black Shroud turn away refugees, leaving them to starve if they remain there—the distance to Thanalan is much greater, yet it seems many make the journey.) Raubahn won fortune and a place at the Sultana's side through his great luck as a gladiator, while Ilberd later on signed as a soldier under his command. Ilberd has long hoped that Ul'dah, a powerful and wealthy nation, would be moved to liberate the people of Ala Mhigo from Garlean rule, but they have steadfastly refused to do so. Teledji Adeledji promised Ilberd that, once he was in power, he would send the aid that Ilberd desired. Based on this promise, Ilberd chose to betray Raubahn, who had been unsympathetic to his requests despite his ability to bend the Sultana's ear.

That all happened in the leadup to Heavensward. Now, in Stormblood, Ilberd seeks another path. With the three city-states of Eorzea uniting their militaries, Ilberd believes more strongly than ever that they have the ability to fight off the Garlean Empire, but they still refuse to move. By staging a false military operation that provokes the Garlean Empire into believing Eorzea is on the attack, Ilberd wants to force the coalition's hand, at the cost of his own life and those of many others—for the sake of his home being free.

Now, Ilberd's plan works. He summons the primal Shinryu, provokes the Empire, and gets Eorzea to respond, leading to the liberation of Ala Mhigo at the cost of his life. Indeed, the fight to take back Ala Mhigo is one half of the focus of the expansion. Despite this, Ilberd is portrayed as a despicable villain, with the familiar trappings of evil laughter and human sacrifice. The game makes sure that nothing implies that his deeply sympathetic cause might have any popular support—every person who follows him does so under deceitful pretences, and he treats them like tools. Why was the choice made to portray him thus, before and now, when his aim was something that the game afterwards portrays as unilaterally good, and his actions are shown to be utterly necessary?

We have the beginnings of an answer based on our previous analysis—Ilberd's life was characterised by oppression, which makes him evil. Indeed, Ilberd even uses Nidhogg's eyes for his summoning ritual, calling back to the last great villain who was the source of all evil. But that covers only Ilberd himself. The broader question is: why is Ilberd evil for sparking a revolution, but Eorzea good for carrying it out?

To answer this, let us take a step back and consider Eorzea's reasons for not pursuing the liberation of Ala Mhigo, even after forming a coalition for the very purpose of combating the Garlean Empire. As it turns out, only one reason is given—the Eorzean Alliance does not feel ready, and they worry about weakening their strategic position for the overall fight. Ilberd's interference has noble aims, but it interferes with the Eorzean war plan. This detail is easy to overlook, as it essentially comes to nothing in the following story: you lead the Alliance to an overwhelming victory against the Empire on two fronts.

Let us also take a step forward and consider the specific aftermath of the liberation of Ala Mhigo. There are two aspects I would consider worthy of note: the Sultana's extractive "financial aid" plan, and the denial of the people of Ala Mhigo's right to carry out their own justice against war criminals.

The first case is at least moderately infamous among fans. Ala Mhigo is devastated by the lasting impact of Garlean occupation and wealth extraction. Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo of Ul'dah therefore understands that the nation requires monetary aid. However, the wealthy owner of the Gold Saucer, Godbert Manderville, as well as other powerful merchants, advise her that providing people with aid is harmful, as it will make them lazy; and that if Nanamo gives monetary relief to the refugees of Ala Mhigo, the poor of Ul'dah will want some too. Nanamo takes this advice to heart. She decides that the people of Ala Mhigo will not get money for food, shelter, transport, medicine, infrastructure, or any other amenities that would actually improve the condition of a country ruined by military occupation. Instead, Ul'dah will spend on only two things: first the extradition of Ala Mhigan refugees from Ul'dah, solving the long-standing "refugee crisis", and second, subsidies for the East Aldenard Trading Company (yes, it is actually called that), which will establish a salt panning operation in Ala Mhigo, employing Ala Mhigans to export this precious resource out of the nation. In exchange for this generous scheme, which subordinates the only new industry of devastated Ala Mhigo to an Ul'dahn company, and which does nothing for anyone who is unable or unwilling to work for the East Aldenard Trading Company, Ul'dah shall also demand a proportion of all the profits of salt exports in perpetuity—not just those their investments contribute towards, but all of them. This is a form of "aid" praised by the narrative for ensuring that Ul'dah does not lose money—since far from actually aiding the people of Ala Mhigo, it is entirely based on getting the people of Ala Mhigo to enrich Ul'dah with their labour.

Now, if you have studied the history of British colonialism at all, you will know what the East Aldenard Trading Company is almost certainly named after—the East India Trading Company, or simply East India Company, one of the first megacorporations, which was the privileged agent of British wealth extraction, military suppression, and ultimately colonial administration in the Indian subcontinent. To mimic such a name in association with a fictional company would already be politically loaded, but the story goes well beyond surface similarities. In its role in Ala Mhigo, the East Aldenard Trading Company is not only privileged by a government charter and generous subsidies, but also operates for the purpose of extracting wealth from one nation to another at the first nation's expense.

The specific case of one nation being forced to pay a portion of its wealth to another also has basis in reality. The Françafrique refers to the lasting state of control and exploitation created between France and its African colonies after the former nation supposedly granted independence to the latter ones. With full control over exchange rates, great political and personal influence at all levels of government, and even ownership of half the treasuries of its "former" colonies, France continues to enrich itself immensely at their expense, and in this supposedly post-colonial age still wields a frightening amount of economic power over them. All this is couched in the language of coopération, which not only grants France the mandate to exert such control based on its supposed generosity in "uplifting" them through colonial oppression, but also affords France the right to conduct military interventions at its leisure, supporting or suppressing whatever government it chooses. When one nation claims it has the right to extract wealth from another because of its generosity in allowing them to seek limited and conditional self-determination, the result is a relationship of economic exploitation and political control—nothing less than neo-colonialism.

This is one piece of the puzzle. Let us move on to the second case. Following the liberation of Ala Mhigo, among the citizenry's many concerns is that imperial collaborators, who betrayed their people for personal gain and were some of the primary orchestrators of the atrocities committed during Garlean rule, be brought to justice. Much like real empires throughout history, the Garlean conquerors encouraged such collaboration, and rewarded class traitors with greater human rights than their fellows. The chief example of this is a woman called Fordola rem Lupis, granted a Garlean name to honour her contributions in leading the Crania Lupi. These were a regiment of Ala Mhigan conscripts who served as colonial police, enforcing Garlean imperial law in Ala Mhigo with legendary cruelty, killing, stealing, and abducting for the sake of their chosen masters. Fordola herself is perhaps the bloodiest Garlean agent remaining in Ala Mhigo—apart from her accomplishments in leadership, she has killed countless innocents herself, a fact she laments on several occasions.

With the Garleans driven out, the Ala Mhigans wish to see punishment for these crimes. However, strangely, Lyse Hext of the Scions, Raubahn Aldynn of Ul'dah, and you the protagonist put all your force into denying their will, instead electing to take Fordola into your custody for her protection, and later inducting her as a soldier of the Eorzean Alliance. Not only that: in the same scene, Lyse and Raubahn roundly condemn all punitive action taken by the people of Ala Mhigo against collaborators like Fordola as horrible and unjustified. They go so far as to call the people an angry mob that "isn't ready" for an age of peace, and compare them to the Garleans who brutalised them. Now, the stated aim of the Eorzean Alliance was to liberate Ala Mhigo, a phrase that presumably involves granting the people the freedom to determine their own governance and live as they please. At what point did granting people freedom become denying them the right to punish those who have committed horrific evils against them, thereby guaranteeing their own safety? Where is your allegiance in this conflict—to the people of Ala Mhigo, or to something else? What is the purpose of this rhetoric painting them as unfit to rule themselves without some hand holding them back?

After her rescue by the Eorzean Alliance, Fordola goes through a long recovery period in which she eventually resolves to atone for her past actions. As such, the narrative portrays the decision to protect her life as the correct one. In addition, the masses of people calling for her death are portrayed in a strongly negative light: a reasonless horde of hateful faces who are at risk of potentially upsetting public order with their demands. The story makes it clear that your ability to take control of the situation from them is a relief.

The latest expansion, Endwalker, goes into yet further detail on this subject. In the healer role quests, the baffling assertion is made that the former collaborators under Garlean rule represent Ala Mhigo's most unfortunate citizens, and that their suffering goes far beyond that of their fellows. This runs in stark contrast to the facts presented earlier. Imperial collaborators are specifically rewarded for their actions by improvements to their material conditions. Furthermore, collaborators like Fordola were directly responsible for much of the cruelty suffered by their fellow Ala Mhigans, and were spared that cruelty themselves in addition to the many benefits they enjoyed in terms of comfort, respect, and power. Typically, the advantages enjoyed by imperial collaborators mean that even after a colonial regime ends, they go on to occupy positions of power in the new, free state. This is how collaboration works. No one would betray their home or become a murderer of innocents without some promise of gain, so the occupying force provides that promise. Even after independence, the colonisers then have the collaborators as powerful allies in the supposedly free nation.

The Endwalker story backs up its claims by asserting that the collaborators are blameless: "in their place, anyone would do the same." This is in spite of the fact that the whole reason they are being singled out by their fellow Ala Mhigans is that other people did not do the same—people who suffered under the Garlean yoke and the collaborators' whips were under not only largely the same conditions as the collaborators themselves, but significantly worse ones. The collaborators betrayed their people, severed the bonds they shared, and became the enemies of everyone around them. Now, with the dividends of betrayal dwindling, they are starting to feel the lack of the thing they gave up—their own trustworthiness and the goodwill of their fellow citizens. Yet the narrative assures us that the collaborators are now all helpless victims with no advantages and no wealth, and that it is wrong that they should face mistrust, and not only wrong, but the greatest possible wrong that is going on in Ala Mhigo.

What is the meaning of all this? Eorzea supposes that the liberation of Ala Mhigo, while possible, is not worth weakening its own position for. Once forced to take action, Eorzea swoops in as the hero, but when the dust settles, it sets up a system of wealth extraction while denying the people they supposedly liberated the right to administer justice on their own terms. The story takes great pains to justify this as the right thing to do.

Ala Mhigo is not free. Ala Mhigo has gone from being a direct colony of Garlemald to being a neo-colony of the Eorzean Alliance.

With this view in mind, certain things can be explained—in particular, the villainisation of Ilberd. Ilberd acted for the sake of Ala Mhigo, but he did not act in the interests of the Eorzean Alliance. If the narrative is focused on praising actions that benefit the Alliance, and on condemning those that threaten it, then this makes perfect sense. After the disaster of being forced into a war against Garlemald on someone else's behalf, the Eorzean Alliance manages to turn its fortunes around and end up in a far more powerful position than it enjoyed previously, subordinating Ala Mhigo as a source of valuable exports for its burgeoning empire. It has little interest in empowering its colony to do anything that would not benefit itself. In fact, people having a will of their own is something of an inconvenience to a government that might be at cross purposes to them. It must neutralise such a thing by any means necessary.

Eorzea's other colonies.

Let us go back to the earlier examples of colonialism in the story—those in which the victims were portrayed as animal people or as blue-skinned bandits. This time we are not only considering the status of the oppressed who serve as enemies of the state, but also the status of their foils—those who cooperate with the state at the expense of their fellow people: the Fordolas of Gridania, Ul'dah, and Limsa Lominsa.

In the archer questline, Leih Aliapoh is a representative of the Moon Keepers who wishes to integrate into Gridania at the cost of losing her ties to her old family. She faces vicious and unrelenting discrimination for supposedly coming from a culture of 'poachers'—a kind of fantasy racism skewing, once again, too close to reality—but persists in her efforts believing that she will eventually earn some small measure of respect by displaying her dedication to Gridania's restrictive laws. She is contrasted against the villainous Pawah Mujuuk, who is shown to be entirely unsympathetic to her cause, and whose villainy is cemented when she asks Leih to kill you, the player, to "prove her commitment". Despite this being shown as something far too extreme and unreasonable to ask someone, Leih's eventual decision to lay her fortunes with Gridania is cemented by the supposedly heroic act of capturing Pawah Mujuuk, and placing her in Gridanian custody—at the hands of which her fate will assuredly be brief. Gridania does not even want the Keepers of the Moon to hunt for food: its aim is their extermination.

Ilberd, who we have discussed so much already, is himself a sort of foil to Raubahn, his once-friend. Both Ilberd and Raubahn are refugees from Ala Mhigo who came to Ul'dah. The difference between them is that Ilberd's chief aim remains, after a long time, the liberation of Ala Mhigo, while Raubahn dedicates himself to the systems of Ul'dah, through great luck wins a position at the side of the Sultana, and thereafter serves in absolute loyalty to her welfare and her wishes, forsaking all thought of his erstwhile home. He commits himself to the Sultana to the point where after Ala Mhigo's liberation, Raubahn refuses to return to it despite his desire to, because he believes he is too indebted to Nanamo for elevating him out of poverty to ever leave her side. He does not even dare ask about it. Only Nanamo's independent decision to allow him to leave, out of the kindness of her heart, grants him freedom. Raubahn afterwards remains Eorzea's loyal ally, and indeed only ever appears again in the main story to play a supporting role in your endeavours.

Coming to Limsa Lominsa, we have to step a little into the future—into Shadowbringers and Endwalker. As previously noted, the Shadowbringers patch story involves Admiral Merlwyb, the head of state in Limsa Lominsa, softening her position on the issue of kobolds having the right to exist—something that was previously impossible because, as you may recall, the kobolds were mind-controlled by primals, which made them evil. The issue of primal mind control is handily wiped away by the introduction of a medical treatment that neutralises the condition. Following this, Admiral Merlwyb speaks to Patriarch Za Da of the Second Order, the leader of the group of kobolds who summoned the primal Titan, demanding that he either shoot her with a pistol at that very moment or enter peace talks on Limsa Lominsa's terms. His agreement to the latter option, despite his profound mistrust of Limsa Lominsa's good intentions, is shown to be a win for peace and civility. A quick exercise for the reader: suppose the Patriarch had indeed taken the pistol and killed the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa during a diplomatic meeting, what would the subsequent reaction of her bodyguards, successors, and cabinet have been? What material protection would the Patriarch and his people have had against any reprisal? What, then, is the purpose of her presenting such a symbolic option to the Patriarch—in short, what were the actual choices made available to him by this ultimatum?

As a contrast to this, Endwalker's physical DPS role quests put on display the Sahagin's refusal to cooperate with Limsa Lominsa. Having failed to secure breeding grounds for themselves, the Sahagin are still at existential risk. The choices available to them are either an attempt to court diplomacy with Limsa Lominsa, or to maintain a hostile stance and try and take what they need by force—a very similar choice to the one faced by Patriarch Za Da. Though the Sahagin are divided on this topic, a prominent priest, Doww, and the reigning Indigo Matriarch—who, as the Sahagin are a eusocial species, fulfils the role of a reproducing queen—both distrust the possibility of cooperation. When the Indigo Matriarch spontaneously transforms into a huge monster, raging against the people of Limsa Lominsa, Doww sees this as divine intervention—a last chance at wresting back control for their people. But his dissent cannot be suffered. As the story shows, his reading of the situation is wrong. The intervention of the Eorzean Alliance brings about the fortuitous demise of both the priest and the Indigo Matriarch, and with the death of their reproducing queen right before the birth of a new clutch would have happened, the remaining Sahagin are left with no choice but to accept the rule of Limsa Lominsa. Fortunately, despite her past resolution to annihilate the Sahagin from existence, Admiral Merlwyb's change of heart is genuine. Obviously, the Sahagin should simply have cooperated with her from the start—look at the sticky ends met by those who dared resist her, in the past and now!

The morality, and by extension the perceived success and happiness, of each of these people is determined by their relation to the overmastering will of Eorzea. Those who oppose Eorzea meet bad ends, while those who support it find success and hope while leaving their old allegiances behind. Even—or perhaps especially—in the case where Eorzea is a hostile and oppressive force, the correct answer is always to submit to its will, not to resist.

Let us turn also to Ishgard for our last examples: Nidhogg, Estinien, and Ysayle, the key players in the moral question of Heavensward. As aforementioned, Estinien holds that peace comes only with the annihilation of the dragons; Ysayle holds that peace must be brokered through a deescalation of hostilities; and Nidhogg is a ravening beast with no coherent desire. Interestingly, the story makes several attempts to draw parallels between Estinien and Nidhogg, implying that since the death of a loved one was a central part of their backstory, they are fundamentally alike. However, Estinien's quest for vengeance is portrayed positively, and leads to the war's end, while Nidhogg's is portrayed negatively, and leads to the war's continuance. What could be the difference between them?

Ysayle is also contrasted negatively against Estinien. Her ideals are given a little space to breathe in the early leadup to the expansion, but quickly quashed in the events following their encounter with Hraesvelgr. In the following chapters, Ysayle undergoes a steady character assassination: she entered the story as the single voice calling out for peace and an end to the Dragonsong War, yet by the end her resolve is completely neutralised as she wallows in regret (while others with far more blood on their hands for far less reason maintain their resolve). As aforementioned, after her death, her eulogy only cares to decry her as an evil yet ultimately repentant heretic. Much like Ilberd, it would seem that her mission of peace aligns with the protagonists' desire for the same—yet no similarity or understanding between them is admitted at the close. Why? And why, in the end, do both Nidhogg and Ysayle die supposedly just and deserved deaths, while Estinien lives on?

These questions have a simple answer. Estinien was Ishgard's ally; Ysayle and Nidhogg were its foes. Ysayle's punishment is for betraying the allegiance she should have had—to the state of Ishgard, not to its people.

This allows us to answer the question raised when we discussed Haldrath in the previous section. When Haldrath spoke of his time as the Azure Dragoon being a penance, he did not mean penance for murdering Ratatoskr—no, rather he meant penance for the fact that murdering Ratatoskr put the newly-founded supremacist state of Ishgard at risk. In this light, his self-imposed punishment being to spend the rest of his life killing dragons makes perfect sense, as doing so reduces the threat that those dragons pose to an Ishgard that would see them subjugated or dead. This at last disambiguates him, explaining why the narrative puts him in the right and casts him as a benevolent spirit of peace in the Dragoon job quests, standing in opposition to the hateful and monstrous Nidhogg—who is himself a victim of Haldrath and his father's imperial ambitions!

On "right" and "wrong" capitalism.

So much for Eorzea itself: we have demonstrated that in its relations with its colonial subjects, the Eorzean Alliance is always in the right. But what about other oppressive state entities and relations? In the first section, we discussed the limited and ultimately toothless critique of class relations in Ul'dah. Despite the Monetarists being shown as greedy, conniving economic predators, the game explains that they are ultimately a necessary part of society, and that the stratification of class in Ul'dah is lamentable but inevitable. The correct path is to maintain the wealth of the wealthy in order to enhance the power and prosperity of the state "as a whole"—regardless of who actually gets that wealth and power, and at whose expense it comes. What is criticised is the Monetarists' attempt to overthrow their just and honest ruler, who they should instead have seen as their ally. Once the monarch agrees to legitimise their activities, and they bow to her authority, everything is fine.

A brief note: Out of the three original city-states, Ul'dah is a traditional monarchy, Gridania is an effective monarchy where rulership is exclusively passed between the descendants of a handful of noble families (all according to the elementals' will!), and Limsa Lominsa is a dictatorship in which the ruler selects their own successor. After ARR, the types of government encountered become somewhat more varied, and it's interesting to note the greater prevalence of representative democracy in the nations encountered later—yet in incidents like the one above, it is constantly reaffirmed that the standing monarchies or dictatorships are fine forms of government, and that it is right for a single ruler to have final say on all affairs. In Hingashi and Doma, dictatorships are again upheld as desirable governmental solutions. The samurai 61-70 job quests are dedicated to crushing a popular revolution against the bakufu in Kugane, while the revolution against the Garleans in Doma cannot even begin until the people are united and inspired by the return of their absent king.

Let's jump forward to Shadowbringers again. Widely hailed as one of the best expansions to date storywise, Shadowbringers de-emphasises the obvious political messages present in the earlier parts of the game. Nonetheless, there are a few points where those political topics come back to the forefront. We will for now focus on the case of Eulmore.

If ARR is the "black sheep" of Final Fantasy XIV for fans, then Eulmore is surely the "black sheep" of Shadowbringers specifically. The game, up until this point, has taken a very simple and specific approach to character design. The men are muscular, the women are petite, and the same handful of extremely similar body shapes are recycled between them—more or less the same ones available to players. Only certain minor enemies—exclusively humanoid monsters—are depicted as fat. One could easily believe it to be an engine limitation: only a few body shapes are coded to be able to move. However, when it comes to Eulmore—the game's second apparent critique of class, in which the wealthy Eulmorans feast, play, and torture their servants in shows of elaborate decadence, enjoying their hoarded wealth with complacence to the collapse of the world around them—suddenly the game shows it absolutely can model fat characters. These are exclusively used for a handful of the most wealthy and privileged members in Eulmoran society. The two notable ones are Lady Dulia-Chai, a cheerful, pleasant wealthy woman who is portrayed as childish to the point of infantilisation (and who is pleasant only so long as you ignore the bit where she and her husband had a servant thrown to his death); and Lord Vauthry, the tyrannical and self-absorbed ruler of Eulmore, who plots against the poor gathered outside Eulmore's walls.

Dulia-Chai's portrayal, though plagued with strange and off-putting stereotypes, is tenuously positive in its outcomes. She mostly exists in the plot to be loved by her more level-headed husband, and to through his adoration persuade him to treat others with the same compassion that she naturally expresses. In between these moments, jokes are made of her simple-mindedness and her supposed inelegance—jokes which come together in a number of scenes where, in attempting to embrace her husband, she heedlessly crushes the life out of him instead in a comedic display of clumsiness.

The same cautious praise cannot be given to the portrayal of Vauthry. A primary antagonist of the expansion, Vauthry is designed, in the manner of the most loathsome and hateful stereotypes of fat people, to be grotesque, greedy, gluttonous, and helpless all at once. A cutscene revealing the culmination of his evil plan treats you to a prolonged scene of him furiously eating bread, panning across him in great detail so that you will associate the monstrous transformation that he is undergoing with the amount of food he is consuming. Much like Dulia-Chai, he is also portrayed as childish, frequently throwing tantrums in which his shouts and the beating of his fists can be heard throughout the city.

Why is it relevant to point this out? As we have noted, Eulmore and Ul'dah can both be construed as a critical portrayal of deeply dysfunctional capitalist systems, characterised by massive class inequality wherein the wealthy and powerful at the top extract labour from the suffering poor at the bottom. However, the game does not claim that this is because the system of wealth extraction itself is evil. Instead, what ties the portrayals of Eulmore and Ul'dah together is the claim that in each case, great power and wealth is concentrated in the hands of the wrong people—people who are lacking in the correct virtue, or the correct birthright, to wield it for good. In Ul'dah, a land whose portrayal is shaped by orientalism, the wrong people are the greedy, spineless brown men who act without a fair-skinned monarch to set them straight; whereas in Eulmore, the wrong people are the decadent, childish fat people who have—by some mistake, surely—ended up at the top of society.

Much like Ul'dah, the solution to Eulmore's problems is no great change but a small alteration to the way things are run. After Vauthry's demise, the citizens and servants of Eulmore (not the poor people outside the city walls or down in the slums, or the peasants of the towns and villages Eulmore derives its produce and labour from, mind you) hold a vote in which Chai-Nuzz, Dulia-Chai's husband and a wealthy entrepreneur, is unanimously elected as the city's new leader. He immediately sets out re-recruiting members of Vauthry's old government to help him rule, strengthening the city's private army, and in other ways ensuring that the city which first appeared in the story as a symbol of absurd wealth and sick alienation remains the seat of Kholusia's government.

Capitalism is not bad. The wrong people being in charge of capitalism is bad. Poverty and misery are inevitable, but as long as the wealthy have good intentions, everything is copacetic.

The rightness of empires.

So far we have put forward the notion of Eorzea as the centre of morality in the narrative. We have also begun to discuss the ways that class relations not directly related to colonialism are portrayed. However, to really get at the meat of this analysis, we will have to depart from our primary subject and consider the portrayal of other colonial powers—other empires.

There are three of these discussed throughout the story: Garlemald, Allag, and Ronka. Garlemald is all very well. For the first three expansions, its portrayal is extremely straightforward: it is an antagonistic military force, having some ties to the sinister Ascians (but who hasn't?), the threat of which shapes the geopolitics of each expansion. Long before the subject of Garlemald gets complicated in any way, the other two empires, whose appearances are comparatively minor and indirect, give us some warning signs of things to come.

Ancient Allag and modern Garlemald clearly have much in common. Both are expansionist empires with a global reach, who view other peoples as lesser—the Garleans view other peoples as "savages", the Allagans as "livestock". The Garleans are noted to have taken much inspiration from Allagan technology and science, even using the same term—"eikons"—to refer to primals. Allag is long fallen, but many of its war technologies (and some civilian ones) have endured to have significant impacts on the present day—not least among them the infamous artificial moon Dalamud, cage of the primal Bahamut, the fall of which caused the Seventh Umbral Calamity. In fact, in addition to their partial responsibility for the Seventh Umbral Calamity, they also bear full blame for the Fourth.

The Allagan Empire's deeds are not limited to world-shattering disasters. In fact, much of what is known about them is that they were founded on conquest, and that they perished in the search for still greater conquest. Much like Eorzea in the present day, the Allagan Empire's genocidal ambitions pushed its victims to take desperate measures, causing many of them to summon primals to try and fend off its might. As such, the Allagan Empire developed and deployed a large array of tactics intended to destroy primals, or "eikons"—or even enslave them to its will. During the Heavensward optional trial sequence, our protagonists hurry to the floating laboratory-island of Azys Lla as eager students, hoping to learn at the feet of the Allagans how they stole even the last gasp of breath and the words of the final prayer out of the mouths of those they conquered. Indeed, despite knowing about the genocide, slavery, and militant conquest that characterised the Allagan Empire during its great rise and terrible fall, the game's characters have hardly a bad word to say about it. 

In the Crystal Tower raid sequence (now a mandatory story section), we meet G'raha Tia, a researcher who is descended from a lineage of Allagan slaves sourced from Meracydia (an as-yet-inaccessible continent that shares much in common with real-world Africa). Though the time of his ancestors' servitude is long past, G’raha is not free from its legacy. He bears the mark of Allagan genetic modification that turned his bloodline into both a living book, storing Allagan knowledge, and a living key, granting access to Allagan technology. G'raha spends almost as much time extolling the Allagan Empire's knowledge and accomplishments as he spends dedicating his life to ensuring that their great legacy, the Crystal Tower—the instrument of the Fourth Umbral Calamity—is kept secure until the rest of the world proves itself worthy of the technological wealth contained within, by attaining the same moral heights as the warmongering and slaving Allagan Empire once again. In the Heavensward optional trial sequence, your companions' praise is somewhat more lukewarm. Astounded by the heights of their technology, they nonetheless lament the Allagans' attempts to imprison the primals summoned by their desperate victims and convert them into a power source—not because they are shocked at the Allagans' cruelty, but because primals are so great an evil that the Allagans were foolish, if well-intentioned, to try and leverage them.

Ronka is in some ways the shadow of Allag, a similarly long-vanished empire in the First Reflection of the Source. Though the ruins they leave behind bear some vague resemblance to the traditional structures of the Mexica people, their story takes little inspiration from that history, being fairly sparse in the text. All we learn about the Ronkans is that they mysteriously disappeared hundreds of years ago, and that they were conquerors as well—surviving them are two peoples who were subordinated under their rule and used as servants, the Viis of Fanow and the Qitari. Both the Qitari and the Viis remain absolutely loyal to Ronka despite it having fallen long ago, have nothing but praise for this long-dead empire, and have no ambitions except for obeying their last known orders from the Ronkan Empire, and restoring what remnant of Ronka's knowledge and traditions might remain. Sadly, with the fall of Ronka, they seemingly have no historical traditions of their own, and have therefore forgotten almost everything about them.

All happy, stupid servants and noble, mighty conquerors—what does the material we have covered so far tell us about the game's overall attitude towards the subject of imperialism? Do they believe conquest is wrong? No. Do they believe slavery is wrong? No. What is the correct response to a conquering empire? Absolute obedience. What is the correct response to a rebellious colony? Uncompromising repression.

But wait! We have only lightly touched on the elephant in the room: the one empire whose shadow falls over the whole story, whose actions are absolutely villainous, and against whom rebellion is just. That great evil empire is Garlemald.

Garlemald.

Now, rebellion against Garlean rule is not unconditionally just. Do you remember our first discussion of Ilberd? It is now time to perform a final reexamination of the beginning events of Stormblood. With the knowledge that: (1) people resisting oppression act evilly and without reason; (2) Eorzea is the centre of morality in the narrative; and (3) empires are good; how do we explain that it is wrong for Ilberd to instigate a war against Garlemald for the sake of Ala Mhigo's liberation, yet right for Eorzea to fight to liberate Ala Mhigo, only to subordinate it shortly afterwards as a neo-colony? At last the picture is becoming truly clear. Ilberd was wrong because he acted alone, without the permission of a powerful and good empire like Eorzea. Eorzea's actions, meanwhile, are justified, purely because it is acting in its own interest, and manipulating events to its benefit.

Yet if Eorzea is a good empire, surely Garlemald, being an evil empire, is justly portrayed as the monster it is? Not at all. Let's jump ahead, and finally discuss the main story of Endwalker.

Garlemald falls quietly, without outside intervention, during the events of Shadowbringers. By the time Endwalker comes around, the empire is no longer the towering threat it once was—hijacked by a mysterious Ascian wielding the power of, yes, mind control. Building on the mind control plot point, what could perhaps have been a climactic final battle at the heart of imperial might, leading to the end of a great war, is instead a military-backed aid mission to a wrecked and deserted city. As we learned in Ishgard, the true cause of war is hurt feelings—surely a gesture of kindness, then, will serve to mend old wounds and ensure that no invasion ever happens again.

When you get to Garlemald, you discover that the citizenry believes in their own racial supremacy with such fervour that they refuse aid from foreigners, then attempt to take it by force. If that attempt fails, they choose death instead of the shame of the horrors they are sure the "savages" will wreak upon them. To say they are "brainwashed" or "ignorant" misconstrues what the story shows with full clarity—that it is a nationalist impulse that drives them, and that only when all illusions that they are racial masters have been shattered, when they see that they are utterly without power and no force of Garlean might is coming to rescue them, do they agree to accept aid from the people of Eorzea.

You also discover a party of former slaves, who were abducted, shipped to Garlemald, and put to work mining the ceruleum on which Garlean technology depends. Strangely enough, the story seems hesitant to condemn the circumstances that brought them here. A certain sidequest has you recruit a former slave driver to your cause, and explains that he had a good relationship with his slaves and that they feel amicable towards each other; while in the Reaper job quests you learn how ceruleum-based technology is the chief product of Garlean ingenuity and that their empire is founded on it is proof of its worthiness. The plight of the formerly enslaved people receives little attention: you do not give them aid of any kind, and they do not appear or get referenced in the story again.

So just as the slaving-practices of Allag and Ronka were praised, Garlemald's slavery is at worst a neutral affair. How about the Garlean military, then, which wrought such horrors across Doma, Ala Mhigo, Bozja, Thanalan, and other places the world over? Are their actions at last condemned as more than mere unfortunate circumstance? Not at all. The leader of the scattered and starving 1st legion, Legatus Quintus van Cinna, gives a grand speech explaining that the reason the Garlean Empire formed was to combat the oppression that Garleans faced as a people who could not use magic.

(Yes, that is correct. The Garleans are fantasy-racist because they were oppressed once.)

Quintus' speech includes several classic fascist lines, most notably the claims that the nations of the world are locked in a perpetual power struggle in which there emerge only victorious dominators and defeated subordinates; that some peoples are "strong" and meant for victory, while others are "weak" and meant for servitude or extinction; that the dominion of the powerful creates peace and prosperity; that the dominion of the weak ushers in social, spiritual, and physical corruption; and that all attempts to deny these claims are merely the machinations of the weak in order to gain an unfair advantage over the strong.

You may recall many of these talking points from another famous speech in Final Fantasy XIV—that given by Gaius van Baelsar in the unskippable cutscene prior to your boss battle with him in the Praetorium. He too advances the idea that might makes right, that Garleans are strong and just while Eorzeans are weak and deceitful, and that Garlean domination will be good for Eorzea. He and Quintus both present the challenge that, if Eorzea desires peace, they should give in to the Garlean yoke.

What is most interesting of all is that in both these cases, no rebuttal is given to these claims.

Final Fantasy XIV has complex worldbuilding, but it does not have a subtle or multifaceted story. It has a single moral through-line that is hammered home by exhaustive exposition on the part of every character around you. Every single meaningful action you take is quickly praised as the right thing to do, with plentiful explanation given as to why. At most, in the greatest dramatic moments—such as the period in Shadowbringers after you complete the Crown of the Immaculate trial—there is a brief lull where you are allowed to feel a period of doubt, before your trusted supporting characters swoop in to reconfirm the one truth; or at the narrative's more thoughtful points, a character, frequently Alphinaud, gives voice to the feeling that some mistake must surely have been made somewhere, and that they feel regret over it, before letting that concern fall by the wayside, never to be resolved.

Yet in this moment, after Quintus' speech, the story lets his words hang in the air while Alphinaud scrambles for an answer he cannot find—not as some absurd rant given by a fantasy version of a white supremacist utterly detached from reality, but as an uncomfortable truth that must be acknowledged. The claims set forth by Quintus are never openly opposed, never even questioned, for the rest of Endwalker.

This is disquieting. But it is possible to glean details from the way a narrative unfolds even if it will not speak them out directly. Does Final Fantasy XIV as a whole narrative agree with the statements put forth by Quintus and Gaius? Not quite. Eorzea does not capitulate to Garlemald, nor is that shown to be a harmful thing. Not long after he gives his speech, Quintus takes his own life, refusing to live in a Garlemald overrun by "savages". In a moment of visual irony, his blood spatters the Garlean flag, whose spotlessness he swore in his final moments to protect. Ages ago, Gaius, shortly after he made his own triumphant speech, was driven back by the heroic protagonist and forced to retreat.

So where, exactly, does the story disagree? And why does it refuse to put the terms of its disagreement into words? Perhaps it is a great disagreement, or perhaps it is a small one. Let's have a short review.

Does the story tell, or show, a continuous power struggle between the nations of the world, from which there is no exit except submission? As we have seen in the various interactions between Eorzea and the "beast tribes", this seems to be frequently the case in the story. (Consider Admiral Merlwyb's remark, following the battle with the Sahagin, that "the weak perish, but the strong prevail.") However, it is not always the case: Eorzea has amicable relations with Doma, for example. So this is a point of disagreement.

Does the story tell or show that some people are fit for rule while others are fit for submission or extermination? This is a more difficult question to answer. Consider all the examples we gave before, in which those who rebel against authority are painted as villainous and evil, while those who show steadfast loyalty to it are shown to be happy, right, and virtuous. 

Something we have not touched on before is exactly which authorities are considered worthy of loyalty. The primals, who mind-control their subjects, are not worthy of loyalty. By extension, the people of the "beast tribes", who show fanatical loyalty to their leaders, are also villainised. Nidhogg, who once was a legitimate citizen of a united and harmonious Dravania, is villainised for his actions against Ishgard—that he might bear loyalty to that lost land is not even considered. Ilberd's loyalties lie with Ala Mhigo, for which he is shown to be a monster. Meanwhile, Gaius van Baelsar, a villain at first, is redeemed and made an ally in the story after he explains that his loyalty is to Garlemald above all.

There is a clear double-standard on display here. Clearly, some loyalties are more praiseworthy than others. However, unlike the implication within the Garleans' speech, there is not one good and rightful ruler. Instead, there are several, chosen by some criteria. The story agrees on the principle, but disagrees on the matter of who is fit to rule.

Does the story tell or show that the dominion of one nation over another creates peace and prosperity? Recall the many words in the Crystal Tower sequence extolling the Allagan reign as the solstice of technology and enlightenment, and lamenting that civilisation has fallen so far since then. Much later, in Endwalker, Fandaniel will repeat these claims, saying that Allag's military conquest of the entire known world brought in an age of technological advancement and great prosperity, which ultimately gave way to "decadence". The Qitari praise the Ronkan Empire for "uniting" their disparate peoples under a single banner. And of course, it is Quintus' assertion that Garlemald would have brought peace to Eorzea that silences Alphinaud. This is a point of agreement.

Does the story tell or show that the dominion of an inadequate or unqualified nation causes corruption? This is easy to determine by going back to the examples used for the second point. The "beast tribes" that oppose Eorzea undertake a variety of hideous deeds: the Amalj'aa supposedly bribe a man to kidnap would-be pilgrims, who they horribly mutilate and kill. The Sahagin, Ixal, and kobolds all likewise murder, threaten, and cheat to get their way. In addition, they are all being secretly manipulated by the Garleans and Ascians for their own ends—not only corrupting but vulnerable to corruption. Nidhogg uses mind control to get his way, and sows unrest and mistrust in Ishgard by inviting defectors to join him, becoming "heretics" that can transform into draconic monsters. Ilberd operates through deceit and betrayal, and those under him are portrayed as victims of his ruthless designs; afterwards, members of the supposedly more legitimate Ala Mhigan resistance lament that he weakened them by seducing soldiers to his cause. This is a point of agreement.

Finally, does the story tell or show that those who are undeserving to rule deny the claims of fascism and seek cooperation as a form of underhanded deceit? Once again we begin with tenuous agreement. On the one hand, in a later scene, Alphinaud admits to the supposed truth of Quintus' claims: according to him, because Garlemald is no longer an almighty national power, it will inevitably face exploitation from the heroic nations of the Eorzean Alliance. In other words, even "good" nations will inevitably seek dominion over others, no matter what they may say. (We will discuss the subject of what the narrative regards as inevitable or necessary in the third section.) On the other hand, it is not shown that this is a trait particularly limited to some nations of worse moral character. The various downtrodden enemies you come into conflict with throughout the stories do not seek cooperation at all: they either accept subjugation or fiercely resist it. In fact, this is one of the many qualities used to villainise them. Furthermore, the game does not suppose that cooperation always has bad ends. Sometimes it can even coexist with systems of exploitation. The handful of actual partnerships you do forge—for example, with the Confederate pirates in the Ruby Sea—are not only shown as unanimously positive, with no difficulties or shortfallings, but eternally reliable. This is a point of disagreement.

To summarise: the story does believe that some peoples should rule over others, or have the right to exterminate them. It also believes that should the wrong peoples attempt to take power for themselves, society is damaged and eroded. However, it does not believe that there is only one rightful ruling power: there are several. In addition, these several rightful states may cooperate with each other, even should one be in a position to exploit another at the same time, to the benefit of all.

The story backs up these conclusions shortly after the events we discussed above. First, Eorzea, one legitimate imperial state, extends the hand of succour to Garlemald, another legitimate imperial state, and indicates that they do not need to be enemies. In the Endwalker "capstone" role quests—the optional quest chain unlocked by completing all role quests in the expansion—this partnership is expanded, as the Eorzean Alliance and its allies offer to help rebuild the ruined city of Garlemald, galvanised by the plight of Garlean citizens driven out of its imperial colony in Corvos (or Locus Amoenus). In an emotional moment, one such refugee describes the idyllic state of occupied Corvos, waxing lyrical about how the 2nd Legion was quick to crush rebellions in the days prior to the apocalypse.

The refugees from the Corvos colony are given a privileged treatment not afforded to the poor, starving refugees from Ala Mhigo who came to Ul'dah only to be spat upon and treated as either disposable labour or worthless criminals. In addition to the plan to rebuild Garlemald, Lord Fourchenault Leveilleur, the representative of Sharlayan's council, immediately offers them unconditional citizenship should they wish to emigrate to Sharlayan rather than stay in Garlemald during the reconstruction. A portion of the refugees refuses even this, declaring that they would rather die than live under a non-Garlean government: in response, Lord Leveilleur offers them leading positions in the project to build an archive on the moon. There is no discussion of how difficult it would be to offer them aid, no hand-wringing from Sharlayan about how it must keep outsiders away to protect its virtue, and no concern about them becoming criminals if they emigrate. Even the prospect of taking back Corvos for the Garleans is considered with some seriousness, though in the end Lord Leveilleur decides it would not be the right thing in this case—a welcome break from the political position of the game's earlier parts.

One more sign can be noted that gives away Garlemald's moral position in the narrative. Earlier we compared a few examples of individuals who opposed Eorzea to examples of individuals who collaborated with Eorzea, showing that regardless of the reasons for their actions, the collaborators are portrayed as in the right, and the rebels are portrayed as in the wrong. Let us do this again with two more relevant examples. On the one hand, we will have Gaius van Baelsar, villain of ARR, and on the other, we will have Zenos yae Galvus, villain of Stormblood and Endwalker.

Gaius, initially presented as a fairly stock villain, reappears in the Stormblood patch story. Proposing to ally with the protagonists, he later explains that he does so out of loyalty to Garlemald and its Emperor, believing that Eorzea can help him root out corruption that threatens the Garlean Empire. From then on he is a staunch, virtuous ally, and the story forgives him all his past misdeeds. His virtues even earn him the loyalty of the Werlyt Revolutionaries, who fight to liberate the same land Gaius once tyrannised as the legatus of the 14th imperial legion.

Zenos first appears as the tyrant prince who oversees the Garlean occupation in Doma and Ala Mhigo. Violent and domineering, he is said to have orchestrated a number of manipulative schemes. He shows notable favour to imperial collaborators such as Yotsuyu and Fordola, who impress him with their cruelty. Zenos soon assumes the role of the player's treasured rival, unlike other villains who face some sort of comeuppance for their actions. Indeed, the relationship between him and the player is shown to deepen in Endwalker, where amid his kidnapping, torture, and promises to bathe your home and family in blood, you are given several opportunities to indulge his requests and even call him your friend. There is only one point in all his appearances post-Stormblood where Zenos is directly chastised: by Jullus, a Garlean military officer, for his betrayal of the people of Garlemald in the course of causing a global apocalypse. Following this, we hear that Zenos has been excommunicated from Garlean society—perhaps the only time he suffers negative consequences for his actions.

The comparison of these two cases implies to us that Garlemald is viewed in a similar moral light to the sovereign states of Eorzea. Those who are loyal to it are virtuous, and those who betray it are punished.

The arbiters of good.

We have finally grasped the spark of it. Previously we noted that within Final Fantasy XIV's narrative, certain authorities are considered good and worthy of dominion, while other authorities are considered base and worthy of subordination or extermination. Now we see that Garlemald and Eorzea, along with other empires such as Allag and Ronka, both dwell in the category of the "good". This category is shared with Eorzea's allies, such as the Confederacy and Doma, as well as certain neutral and ultimately beneficial parties, such as the shogunate in Hingashi (which the Samurai 60-70 job quests are entirely dedicated to defending), Thavnair, and Sharlayan. Garlemald itself is in fact Eorzea's enemy for much of the story, yet still receives this honourable treatment. What exactly is the common thread here? What rule includes all these and excludes all their victims?

It is impossible to answer this question without bringing up the subject of racial politics, which has so far hovered over our analysis as a sort of looming spectre, largely unaddressed yet increasingly difficult to ignore.

Previously, when discussing the so-called "beast tribes", we noted that they shared many features common to caricatures, especially fantasy-genre caricatures, of indigenous people—not least being called "tribes" and likened to animals. We also pointed out that the portrayal of Ishgard takes particular inspiration from Christian military and police constructions around the period known as the Reconquista, including the various Inquisitions and the Knights Templar (a Catholic military order), which puts the monstrous dragons against whom Ishgard wars in the extremely awkward position of being stand-ins for the Muslim population of al-Andalus (or 'Moors') who inhabited parts of Europe prior to being ethnically cleansed by Christian conquest. Following the establishment of Christian rule, anyone suspected of practising Islam or Judaism, especially converts or those supposed to be descended from Muslim or Jewish ancestors, were ruthlessly persecuted by church organisations such as the Spanish Inquisition.

The uneasy-at-best racialised portrayals of characters in Ul'dah or Ala Mhigo also deserve some attention here, as well as the game's strangely polarised portrayals of skin colour. This polarisation is to the point where a large number of antagonists, including many of the imperial Garleans and the mad emperor Xande, are portrayed with dark skin in their role as antagonists; whereas only a few such individuals are shown in a positive light. While discussing the contrast between Ilberd and Raubahn, one thing we noted was that the specific insurance of Raubahn's loyalty to the state of Eorzea comes from his loyalty to a fair-skinned, fair-haired woman whom he faithfully serves as a subordinate. Ilberd's lack of loyalty to the same figure and the city-state she rules is then utterly demonised.

So we see that a common thread runs through at least some of the most hated and reviled factions of the story. If we look at the "good" nations, meanwhile, we see that a majority of them have western European inspirations: Limsa Lominsa is based on the British Isles, with some Welsh and English natives; Gridania's ruling family is noted to have "normal" Hyur names, i.e. British, Germanic, or Normandic; Ishgard, in addition to being a literal Holy See, has a majority of French names as well; Garlemald uses ancient Roman names and organisational systems; Sharlayan's architecture is rooted in images of Ancient Greece or Rome. In Stormblood, we learn of Doma and Hingashi, both based on somewhat cynical interpretations of Japanese history. It is little surprise that a narrative which praises conquest should firmly put these in the right. However, especially if one includes Stormblood and later expansions, we see a more varied geographical character.

There is Ul'dah, a rigidly capitalist nation in which the greedy Monetarists are held in line by a noble, kind monarch who understands the necessity of their existence. The people of the Azim Steppe, heavily based on Mongolian culture, are one group of "tribal" people who, though deeply exotified, receive a positive portrayal due to their willingness to obey the protagonist and the alliance you serve. This is established through you, an outsider, using your friendship with the Mol clan to make a legitimate claim for the position of Khagan, ruler of all the Steppe tribes. Due to their unconditional support of your military endeavours and recognition of you as their ruler, the Steppe tribes otherwise seem to be granted a measure of independence, and the narrative largely leaves them alone. Another nation that is privileged as your ally is Thavnair, which appears in Endwalker after being talked about for many expansions as the source of such things as "exotic" dancers and rare spices. As we learn through the main story, Thavnair's religious history is based on the alliance of the Au Ra and Arkasodora (the good elephant people) to ethnically cleanse the warlike Gajasura (the evil elephant people) from their nation—a history extremely reminiscent of the stories in early ARR.

To put it in short at last: while some nations, primarily European (or, as of Stormblood, Japanese) in inspiration, are seen by default as having the right to sovereignty, other nations earn the same right—in the case of the Steppe tribes, by partial subordination and servitude, and in the case of Thavnair, by mirroring the dominant powers' history of "good conquest".

There we are. So far we have had to dive significantly further into the overarching themes of the story, but we have emerged with an understanding. In the first section we learned something about how the narrative views evil: that evil springs from individuals who suffer, especially at the hands of systemic or social forces, and who seek to rebel against those forces. Now we have learned something about how the narrative views good: that good springs from the mighty state, that rules over its subjects, conquers those who are not fit to rule themselves, and cooperates with other states fit to be its equal.

These elements are clearly consonant, but we have yet to find the magic solution to this two-variable equation, the thing that ties them up into a single narrative with a single main thrust. We know the slaves are rebelling because they are suffering, that rebelling slaves are evil and must die, and that the state that enslaved them in the past and that slaughters them now does so for good reason. But what is that reason? If these horrible cycles are the truth of the world, what ideal are we supposed to believe in that justifies our continuing to uphold them? Why should you, personally, be the agent of imperialism, and feel good about it?

3. "The greatest evil is despair."

In seeking the story's moral core, we at last come to discuss its ultimate conflict—the matter of the primals, the Ascians, the ancients, and the Final Days.

Endwalker's central plot is thrust into motion by the character of Fandaniel. This Ascian was once the legendary Allagan scientist Amon, who cloned the Emperor Xande in order to instigate a new age of military conquest and ultimately brought about the Fourth Umbral Calamity. As we know from the plot of Shadowbringers and earlier, the Ascians seek to bring about great calamities because they coincide with the "rejoining" of the many reflections of the world with the Source. However, Fandaniel cites another reason for his actions—a genuine fondness for the Allagan empire, and despondence at its condition in the time he was alive.

In a cutscene taking place in the Tower of Zot, in the early part of the expansion, Fandaniel repeats the earlier assertion that Allag's conquest of the world brought about an age of peace and enlightenment, in which "every need was fulfilled". He then takes a further bizarre leap of logic—claiming that this period of peace was the cause of Allag falling into a state of "decadence", in which the nobility performed cruel surgical "experiments" on people for the sake of entertainment. (We also know that, in the Allagan laboratories of Azys Lla, human beings were hunted for sport or 'exercise', but it is unclear whether this is related.) Amon believed this state was undesirable and resurrected Emperor Xande to begin a new age of Allagan conquest, which he believed would improve the nation's moral character.

Now, Fandaniel himself is not a reliable narrator, being one of the expansion's main villains. Perhaps his values and his version of events do not reflect the intent of the narrative. Let us turn quickly to the Unending Codex, the game's own record of lore, containing facts about the characters and the world. Speaking of Allag, the Unending Codex states that "generations of peace and prosperity gave rise to decadence", and that "[t]he people grew complacent, abandoning learning and drowning themselves in leisure" (a strange way for sure to moralise about torture or human experimentation). Again, it says that "a victim of its prosperity, the empire had grown stagnant; the people delighted in debauchery, and science was no more than a means to amuse the masses." To dispel all doubt that the Codex and Fandaniel are talking about the same thing in the same terms: "None lamented this deplorable state of affairs more than a technologist named Amon."

It seems that the story very much agrees with Fandaniel on this point. Peace itself was inimical to Allag's existence. Furthermore, the nebulously-defined "decadence" and "debauchery" are not at all condemnations of the nature of Allag as an empire built on military conquest, slavery, and exploitation. Otherwise, why would a new age of that same military conquest be construed as a solution? Neither are they condemnations of the ruling class in particular: the Codex entries above refer to "the people" and "the masses" as if all the people of Allag were united in their habits and interests.

Very similar sentiments may be noted elsewhere in the story of Final Fantasy XIV. For example, when discussing the war that led to the Sixth Umbral Calamity, Raya-o-Senna, one of the Padjal leaders of Gridania, claims that Mhach and Amdapor were at peace for a long period, but that "prosperity breeds contempt, and nations warred for power and riches". This is the exact and only cause given for the war. The resulting war between the two nations apparently caused such great environmental destruction (expressed through the fantasy-notion of "imbalances of aether") that the entire world was submerged in a great flood.

Why might such a strange notion—that moral decay, which creates social evils, arises in times of peace and prosperity—be put in the mouth of a villain in Endwalker? This is doubly interesting because Fandaniel is not only a major villain in Endwalker, but the original cause of the chief conflicts of Endwalker's story. After unveiling the identity of Hermes, the original Fandaniel and the root of the present Fandaniel's soul, there is a cutscene in the Aitiascope in which Fandaniel reveals that he fully remembers Hermes' plans, and that his worldview was an influence on Fandaniel's own. Later on, G'raha Tia speculates on supposed similarities between Amon and Hermes' actions, and presents the idea that their sharing a soul makes them in some sense the same person. The journal entry on the same events confirms this interpretation, going so far as to describe Fandaniel as "the man who was once Hermes, many times Fandaniel, but Amon at the last".

We point this out particularly to establish that the game draws thematic ties between Amon's actions, which led indirectly to the fall of Allag, and Hermes' actions, which brought about the downfall of the ancients. Therefore, other such links may also exist—for example, between Fandaniel's resolve to destroy the world by bringing about the Final Days, and Hermes' initial involvement in that same catastrophe.

Hermes.

On this note, we will quickly go over the subject of Hermes. Late in the Endwalker story, you travel back in time and visit Elpis, where you meet with the ancients as they once were: Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Venat, and Hermes all make appearances here. We see that the ancients lived privileged lives, using their immense magic power to freely shape the features of their planet, which they called Etheirys. They created and destroyed life at will, tailoring the ecosystems of Etheirys to their convenience and aesthetic preferences, as well as what they otherwise believed was "the good of the star". The creatures they would freely create and destroy included not just animals, plants, or amalgams of aether, but sapient creatures, including "familiars" that they created in their own image. The ancients justify this (at least in part) with their belief that only they possess souls, and that without a soul, no other creature is truly alive.

When you travel back in time, you emerge at a point in history when Hermes is the head of Elpis, a floating island facility in which sample organisms were judged for their suitability for addition to the planet. Hermes is at first notable for harbouring doubts about the nature of his work. He believes that the question of a 'soul' is immaterial, that all beings deserve existence, that the greatest effort should be taken to preserve their right to life, and that their deaths, no matter how necessary, should be mourned. Hermes' feelings about the death of living creatures extends to fellow human beings in the civilisation of the ancients—in addition to taking the lives of others too lightly, he believes that they take their own lives too lightly as well. His views are, as far as we know, unique in his society—no one we meet shares them, or even entertains them as anything but unfortunate outbursts of emotion. In fact, while Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus challenge Hermes on the subject of his former mentor's imminent passing, accusing him of slighting his memory by denying that he should return to the Lifestream, no argument at all is had about the welfare of creatures regarded as lesser.

Hermes' concern for life leads him to question the morals of his society, and he seeks a new paradigm of meaning. He creates Meteion, a harpy-like being who behaves much like a child, and clones her several times to create a hive-mind. Meteion is a being with great control over, and sensitivity to, a substance called "dynamis" or "akasa", and using it as a medium, she is capable of long-distance telepathic communication with her clones, as well as space flight. Hermes sends most of the clones (or Meteia) out to explore the cosmos, seeking out alien civilisations in order to ask them "what gives life meaning", hoping to find through external observation some new paradigm that determines the worth of living beings.

We are now coming to the most absurd part of this whole story. Meteion and her sisters travel the universe, visiting a fair list of civilisations—the numbering in Ultima Thule implies at least eighteen, maybe more. She discovers that every single civilisation she has gone to visit is either dead or entirely populated by people who wish to die. Some are victims of conquest or oppression. Some have polluted their planet to a point where it can no longer support them. Some engaged in a war in which both sides were apparently happy to seek their own destruction. Some simply found out about the theoretical heat death of the universe and decided to unanimously give up the ghost because, in approximately 10 quattuortrigintillion years (a term it took no small effort to look up), the universe will reach a state of fairly high entropy, from which it will be difficult to derive energy to perform any kind of work—and obviously, nothing worth doing or experiencing could occur between now and then.

Of course, there is some parity between the ideas portrayed here and the world we presently live in, and that our ancestors lived in. In the present day, we face a multitude of international crises, many of them produced by the sick society that presently dominates most of the productive forces in the world. Many of these crises are reflected in the game, if in broad strokes. But there are two things to note here.

Firstly, crises that threaten our existence are not new. We know, through history, how human beings (and, indeed, other types of creatures) react to danger, even very great danger that destroys much of our populations. Deliberate genocides, ecological disasters that devastate communities or entire nations, and the fundamental deprivation of personhood are common themes, if anything, for the oppressed in our history and especially our recent history. If suffering could make every person in a community, without exception, give up the desire to live, we should have seen it do so; moreover, humanity in general should have been long consigned to the grave.

However, according to the game's narrative, events like these universally compel every single person in a civilisation to give up hope—civilisations with purposeful parallels to humanity's struggles. There must be a reason why a notion so contrary to reality is given such credence. Even though the narrative does reach the conclusion that life is worth living, and therefore it does not agree with such sentiments as the ones given above, it nonetheless chooses to inflate their importance and overstate their persuasive power, making these sentiments—not the events that spawned them—into world-ending catastrophes. Why might it do such a thing? Why depict the arising of a particular feeling, a particular emotion born of existential thought, as not only a credible threat, but the ultimate threat to all life?

Secondly, thoroughly existential notions and abstract philosophical problems, like the case of the Ea described above, are depicted as equally valid causes of the complete destruction of civilisation as the more physical and inescapable causes. In another example, a civilisation supposedly "eliminates all causes of suffering" within itself and subsequently decides that life has "lost its savour" without the joy of struggle, so they should all perish. (The 68th Letter From The Producer Live video specifically confirms that this civilisation mirrors that of the ancients, and that they would have met a similar fate, should they have "perfected" their world—a sentiment foreshadowed by one of Hermes' lines, no less.) This specifically allows the narrative to account for nations that supposedly "succeed", that reach a certain pinnacle—that attain total mastery of society, of knowledge, of their environment, and of their enemies. Including these, Meteion does not encounter a single person on a single planet who is happy or even ambivalent about their life. Why does the narrative put such emphasis on the fact that all civilisations, whether they prosper or suffer, inevitably produce this same fatal sentiment, this emotional basilisk?

Let us return to our summary. Prior to Hermes hearing Meteion's report, you reveal to him and to the other ancients your suspicion that he has something to do with the Final Days. Once Meteion receives the data she will relay, she becomes distraught, concerned that Hermes will react poorly. Despite this, you and the other ancients corral her and force her to proceed with the report, where she outlines all the supposed truths that we have described above. Hermes, upon hearing this, realises that Meteion herself, through the very despair she feels, will bring about the Final Days—and decides that he will safeguard her and allow her to do so, because of the resolution he had made when sending her out on her journey—that "whatever answers we find, [he] will not dismiss them out of hand". This draws a direct line between his initial motivations and his present actions—they are meant to be related. He then ushers her on to escape and destroy the world with her song, while preventing anyone from pursuing her by erasing their memories of all the events recounted here.

If you recall the first section of this essay, our chief point there was the narrative's claim that anger and despair arising from suffering are the source of evil acts. Hermes' treatment throughout this story is remarkable in that light. He specifically says that no one else in all of Elpis, no one he has ever met, has negative feelings about the treatment of the creatures tested there—since those feelings are not reflected in the Elpis flowers, which serve as a reliable barometer of emotion. By contrast, he feels sympathy for the creatures of Elpis, who are used, abused, and discarded, and who feel terrible pain and fear. Meteion herself frequently refers to Hermes' own anger and pain, which hurt her—putting a strong focus on his feelings, rather than what he sees that gives rise to those feelings, or what he intends to do based on them. She again focuses on these feelings prior to giving her report. Indeed, the story seems to regard Hermes' intentions as unimportant compared to his emotions. Although he seems to initially have a clear principle guiding his actions—that all beings in Elpis deserve to be valued and respected—he abandons his old way of thinking as soon as Meteion's "verdict" comes in. His compassion for life, while an interesting trait, is thereon discarded in the story, and ceases to have significance.

Instead, Hermes becomes the source of all the great evils of the story that have ever occurred. The first and second Final Days, the sundering of the worlds, the transformation of the supposedly benevolent Council of Fourteen into the hated Ascians who caused the seven Umbral Calamities, and even the birth of the Amon-Fandaniel who would deliberately bring in the apocalypse all have a direct causal line to Hermes' actions and to his apparent nature. All this because Hermes sought answers from the stars and heeded what answers he received, and all this because, in the first place, Hermes questioned the mores of the nation in which he lived.

Of course he is driven by his emotions, rather than reason—all people who oppose the state are. And of course he was moved by the suffering of living creatures—suffering turns you evil. And of course he ultimately brought about the destruction of the world—evil is that which opposes the state, and its end is only hatred and destruction, nothing else. The story has not moved at all, not at all advanced from its roots, not at all changed in its stance. According to the morals of Final Fantasy XIV, the hecatoncheires who were enslaved in the Copperbell Mines, Ilberd the traitor, and Hermes the overseer of Elpis are all of the same mind.

Yet this is only a confirmation of what we have discussed in the previous two sections. We have not yet found the "kernel of hope" that resides in Endwalker; nor have we completely defined the nature of its great despair.

Opposing the Final Days.

Much like our protagonist, we too have completed our sojourn in Elpis, and must return with the answers we have found to the present day. Zodiark was a being created by the ancients at great cost to forestall Meteion's lethal song of despair, preventing it from reaching Etheirys. After Fandaniel, with our unwitting help, destroys Zodiark, the Final Days that Meteion had begun to bring about in the ancients' time resumes. People are drawn into despair, and when they are, they transform into horrible monsters that savage anyone around them. We are specifically told that these monsters cannot be saved or healed and must be ruthlessly destroyed to prevent their influence from spreading. The story has long informed us that those who respond to their suffering with anger become violent and beyond reason. Now it writes this into indisputable fact.

Truthfully, the blatantness of the theme of suffering giving rise to evil has reached a fever pitch. In Doma, a woman who lost her husband in the Garlean occupation transforms into a monster, and her mother out of grief in turn plots to deceive the village of Isari, turning them against the good king, Hien. In Ala Mhigo, those who suffered under the imperial boot shun those who served as the spikes on that boot's underside—the imperial collaborators, who subsequently turn into monsters. In Ishgard, similar resentment brews among the commonfolk against the church and the clergy, who for a thousand years maintained the lie that kept the war going at the people's expense—and who are now turning into monsters due to the contempt of their supposed lessers. In Limsa Lominsa, the Sahagin who oppose cooperation with Limsa Lominsa for its genocidal policies and history of broken treaties form a splinter faction around the monstrosity that was once their queen. In Gridania, a man who was first cast out from his childhood home by the great elementals, then deprived of his family by a plague, now embodies that plague to rage against those elementals. In Garlemald at last, we learn that the fallen empire still holds at least one colonial territory in Corvos, who have rebelled and driven out all Garleans, granting them no quarter, not even imprisonment—the unfairness of which has left the Garleans who returned to a ruined capital homeless and despairing, prone to transform into monsters. No matter what, the fault lies with the oppressed and their unreasonable hatred; and no matter what, the institutions they rage against must stand, for in institutions alone can hope be found.

Hope—for after all, there is a way to put an end to the song that Meteion sings. For this, you and your trusted companions, no one else, must journey to the place at the end of the universe where she resides, a region of space ruled over by the power of emotion, poetically called Ultima Thule.

How exactly do you do this? Only by quelling the unrest that created the above monstrosities—and by uniting the Empire of Eorzea, its counterparts, and its subsidiaries, who all come together to create an ark capable of travelling the stars. Sharlayan, the city so great that it treats all other nations and their citizens with contempt, is the privileged heart of this operation. To build the ship they have dreamed up, the shards of Allag's false moon, Dalamud, are pillaged for materials; sacred relics are taken from Doma and Hingashi; and the "beast tribes" themselves conjure up their gods, but in a good way this time, and for a good purpose—to hurl themselves into the ship's engines and be cannibalised for fuel.

This at last is the great resolution of the story of the evil primals and the ARR tribes. When the tribes summoned primals for their own purposes, to oppose the states that were trying to erase them from existence, they were thoroughly evil and hateful. In fact, they were considered the greatest evil of that story, greater than the Garleans, a scourge that had destroyed ecosystems, nations, and entire worlds every time they sprung up. During ARR, it was made clear that the very existence of a primal exerted such a terrible force on the ambient magic of the world that it destroyed everything around it. The Scions of the Seventh Dawn, your own illustrious paramilitary intelligence network, are themselves devoted to the task of hunting down and destroying primals, as well as prevent their summoning where possible—this is one of the primary reasons the organisation exists. Now, however, the tribes are allied with the colonial nations, and at the eleventh hour, at the last minute, we receive the little lore factoid that a good way to summon primals, without the mind control, has always existed. They are not fundamentally evil at all. Because of this, the newly pacified tribes under the thumb of Eorzea can selflessly put their gods into the great meat grinder of progress for the good of the entire world. A finer metaphor for an empire's treatment of its victim cultures has hardly ever existed. Everything can be made to serve. Everything that serves is good.

What is despair?

Backed then by the unanimous support of the entire world, you travel across time and space to Ultima Thule. There, Meteion opposes you, forcing your comrades to make valiant sacrifices that will shortly be reversed. Dwindling in number, you climb the vastness of the plane of despair, ascending towards the inverted summit of the dark planet looming overhead. Here we at last have a chance to deeply explore the subject of despair—although it takes a particular section of post-game side content to actually begin to contend with the ideas presented. Ultima Thule chiefly comprises the illusory images of three dead planets: those of the dragons, the Ea, and the Omicrons.

The dragon planet is the original residence from which Midgardsormr, the father of all dragons on Etheirys, fled long ago. They were beset by a vicious conquering force that pillaged their planet and poisoned it to such an extent that their young could not grow. The image of withered parents whose babies are born sick and dying is one ripe with real-world connection, especially if we consider in what geographical context this story was penned. The solution to the dragons' despair is to persuade them that their offspring do have a future—in Dravania, where you slew their leader to secure peace for a nation founded on the promise of their destruction. When this fails to convince them that their future is bright, you then also persuade them to make up with their conquerors, who have turned over a new leaf. So far, this is simply what we have already seen: despair comes from their suffering, and hope comes from the state-authorities that caused that suffering in the first place, whose rule you now bring to them as you brought it to the dragons of Ishgard.

The Ea long ago gave up their physical bodies for immortal shells, forsaking all physical sensations in order to more perfectly pursue knowledge. These are the ones who discovered the heat death of the universe and thereafter concluded that life was not worth living. They have since begun to try and reincarnate themselves in physical forms so that they can all die. The solution to the Ea's despair is to remind them of the pleasures of the flesh, such as food, childrearing, and electrocution (which they were perhaps once wired to enjoy).

This touches on the subject of the "universal despair problem" that we introduced earlier. It is not an unusual thought that knowledge of the universe's (by one definition) finitude might shake someone's worldview and make them feel worry or even dread. However, it is a paper-thin excuse for why an entire civilisation might halt all its operations and single-mindedly seek death. The cure for it, therefore, is also childishly simple—once the Ea remember to have fun and be themselves, they are no longer worried by the idea that one day all life will be extinct. The depth in this issue dwells not in its details but in the pattern it forms with other, similar issues.

During your journey in Elpis, Hermes passionately proclaims his concern that if all ancients become satisfied, they will all choose death and disappear, ending their civilisation. One of Meteion's reports covers a similar place, whose inhabitants eliminated all suffering and then chose to disappear because "life lost its savor". In addition, as we covered earlier, Amon described the "decadence" and "debauchery" of Allag, which came about because of excessive prosperity, and was cured by a new call to military conquest—which cured the issue of decadence by granting "new purpose" to the nation. This implies that the so-called decadence was brought about by a corresponding lack of purpose. Furthermore, when Xande deliberately brings about Allag's destruction through the Fourth Umbral Calamity, he confides to Amon that the reason for his actions is the knowledge that he will not live forever—and when he is dead, he will no longer have his empire. Fandaniel cites this as one of the primary reasons for his attempt to end the world. This sentiment resonates in a worrying way with the bizarre concerns of the Ea, who are not satisfied with living a mere 10106 years, but see no point in life at all if they can't personally experience an eternity.

Where does this bizarre notion spring from? The more we unveil the intricacies of Final Fantasy XIV's idea of despair, the more it strays from our natural understanding. Peace yields despair, and war cures peace! Those who can live as long and happily as they wish are the ones who value life the least! How does it cohere?

Let us consider again what we have already learned. A crucial subpoint of our very first discussion—that suffering turns you evil—is the matter of what, exactly, brings about suffering in the first place. Why were the hecatoncheires enslaved by the king of Ul'dah? Why does Ul'dah deny so many people access to food or shelter? Why is Limsa Lominsa's government partly beholden to pirates that hunt the innocent for wealth? Why do Gridania's elementals call for entire classes of people to be punished or expelled for performing the activities necessary for life? We may have some suspicions as to the answer to these questions, but the game itself does not. It does not need to. As far as its story is concerned, suffering is necessary. It is not only necessary circumstantially or temporarily. It is a fundamental necessity of the establishment and maintenance of a state authority, from which all good flows. That suffering is a necessity, that some people will always suffer, that some people will be made poor, will be abused, will be killed by an unjust society in the name of the overall good—the number of times this sentiment is repeated is too high to easily count. Most notably, Nanamo confirms it, speaking out of sympathy for the poor in Ul'dah; and G'raha Tia confirms it, praising Amon's choice as motivated by goodwill towards his people—and the Unending Codex also confirms the efficacy of Amon's actions. 

In fact, only by accepting this fact can we reconcile the game's clear and continuous acknowledgement of the abject suffering endured by your enemies at your hands and at the hands of your allies with its conviction that nothing should be done about the cause of that suffering. Now at last we understand the root of its claims—that it is not a problem that people suffer. The only problem to be solved is the problem that stands before you, the one who madly resists the way of things, who denies the necessity of man-made suffering, man-made torment and cruelty.

Those who wish for an end to the system that perpetuates suffering will destroy everything. The stateless revolutionary and the enlightened death-seeker are one and the same. They must both be stopped.

This explains even why the supposedly great and peaceful nation of the ancients, which was headed for ultimate enlightenment, had to disappear; why those who, after the apocalypse, wanted to restore Etheirys to its idyllic state were monsters for doing so who demanded an unconscionable price; why Venat was right to split the world into fourteen parts and subject humanity to the chaos of mortality and struggle; why the Ascians, once proud and good-hearted Councillors, become cast as supercilious, emotionally-driven creatures of destruction in their opposition to you; why Mhach and Amdapor went to war; why Eulmore retains hegemonic power... in short, why every cycle and every system of violence that has been present in ancient times has endured through to the present day, and why it must continue to do so into the future.

(We would be remiss here not to, again, draw a connection to reality. On the one hand, it is a classic line of fascist parties that war should be the way to revitalise a dying nation, one supposedly crumpled and withered by the decrepitude of peace and the invasion of foreign entities. The great magnetic draw of fascism is the promise that a nation united by expulsion, conquest, and destruction of the other will cure all social ills. On the other hand, we have the position of the moderates of the world, which states there should be no new suffering, but that the wars that are ongoing, the conflicts, the inequality, the abuse, the occupation, the institutions of extortion and segregation—these should remain, and should be enshrined and praised. Much as we have previously observed, the story's political line hews much closer to the liberal view than the fascist one—yet it does not hesitate to extol the conditional virtues of the fascist regimes of the past.)

How deep is the despair of one who knows such a truth! How profoundly must they weep, those who believe they have grasped this answer, the answer that all injustices are eternal and that to even try to escape the cycle is utter self-destruction! What misery to think in such a way!

Yet we must not give in to despair. For despair, as we know, is the enemy. Those who despair become monsters, traitors, and family-killers. Those who despair destroy their civilisations, leaving no trace behind. So we must not think that this state of affairs is bad at all. No! Since it is inevitable, we must find joy in it, and we must think it good.

Where is hope?

Let us loop back and take up the subject of the last of the three dead stars in Ultima Thule. The Omicrons are a people who were once flesh, but who, in their fear of conquest, pursued ultimate military might. They shed their flesh and became robots, believing they would thus have fewer weaknesses. As soon as they could take to the stars, they began conquering and destroying every alien people they found for fear that if they did not, one of those alien peoples might one day become stronger than them and conquer them instead. Eventually, they could find no more aliens. As robots, their single directive was to become stronger than all other civilisations in terms of military might, so they simply stopped doing anything once they had achieved this goal. The cure to this is to seek the head artificial intelligence of the Omicrons, who is the only one who can provide them with a new directive. Once you secure the cooperation of this being, it issues a new guiding principle to the robotic hive-mind: to "live". Following this, in the Omicron Tribal Quests, you help the Omicrons to establish a "café" in the centre of Ultima Thule, from which they peddle hope and good thoughts to the various denizens of the various dead stars. Again we see that the supreme, military conquering force becomes the catalyst for positive change—the Omicrons were the only people to even begin to ask the question of new purpose—but that is hardly the most relevant point. With the Omicrons themselves revitalised by obedience to this command, you set about tending to the other, fundamentally illusory denizens of Ultima Thule, with the aim of transforming this place of despair into a vision of hope.

This transformation takes a telling form. We have already covered the subject of the dragons—inspired by the story of Ishgard and told to make up with their conquerors. A similar solution occurs with the Karellians. These are the people utterly destroyed by a global war between an oppressive state and a revolutionary rebel force. This portrayal of civil struggle as purely destructive is by now unsurprising. The Omicron café entertains two Karellians, one from each side of this war, who are shown to be equally narrow-minded in their loathing for each other. The solution to their problems comes easily when they both agree to be "less violent" and to cooperate with each other in bettering their environment. Following this, the two factions' negative opinions of each other remain, but are treated as a sort of humorous sideshow. Clearly, wherever hope is, it does not consist in struggling against one's oppressors.

The Grebuloffs are another group that the Omicron café handles. We are told that the Grebuloffs were an ocean species by origin, and that they afterwards took to land, but remained at least partially aquatic. The pollution of their oceans therefore took a fatal toll on their species, and drove them finally to extinction. Since this almost directly recalls the heavy toll that pollution and global warming are already beginning to have on the oceans of our world, it seems surprising that the Grebuloffs at large blame themselves generically for their failure to stop polluting. No particular party, that might have been insulated from the impacts of environmental destruction and might have wielded unusual amounts of political and economic power, is held to be at fault. It is simply taken for granted that the Grebuloffs each knowingly and willingly poisoned themselves and their entire world to the point of no return, without any sort of twisted system as an impetus. This runs quite counter to the known sociopolitical currents in our world. The Grebuloffs have their hope restored by being reminded of the pleasant sights and smells that their planet once held, and decide to go on with their second chance at life. So wherever hope resides, it is not in analysis of the cause of past failures.

We have already discussed the matter of the Ea, who are made to remember their physical roots and the pleasures of the flesh. Although it is hinted that the Ea have forgotten much of their treasured knowledge following their great turn towards nihilism, this was not the original cause of their despair. Nonetheless, the restoration of those memories is taken as a solution, because it distracts the Ea from the questions that so daunted them. Wherever hope dwells, it does not require you to confront and resolve uncomfortable ideas.

Now for the Omicrons themselves. They are trapped not by any outward condition, but by a similar loss of faculties: their inability to seek new purpose after having bent their society to the pursuit of violence. They have "perfected" themselves by subordinating themselves to a set of artificial personalities of ultimate intellect, the Stigmas. Despite the fact that the many Omicron units show clear signs of emotion, desire, and self-direction, they ultimately deny having any will beyond the will of these central intelligences. Without such a will to instruct them, they do not otherwise act. The ultimate solution to the Omicrons' despair comes with the realisation that they are not bound to their past directive and can instead choose to focus on the new one—to "live"—to their own benefit, since they are still living beings. All this takes place within their collective will, not contrary to it—it is not the breaking of any sort of restraints placed upon them that gives them freedom, but rather an acknowledgement that they were previously wrong. It is a change of attitude, not a change of state.

In a similar fashion, the Nibirun are the people that "perfected" their society, notably by preventing war and death, and concluded thereafter that life without struggle was worthless, so they may as well die. The solution to their despair is that they are confounded by the newfound hopeful feelings they encounter throughout Ultima Thule as a result of your work with the Omicrons. Some of them then decide to visit the café as well. In their case, too, the change is a change of attitude.

Indeed, every single key to "hope" in these stories is simply the act of convincing someone that their present state is not that bad; and of course, the one to do the convincing in each case is you, the outside visitor to Ultima Thule. This is remarkable in the context of the larger story we have already uncovered. In many of these cases, the great despair that falls upon people was supposedly triggered by overwhelming external circumstances. However, as soon as their attitude changes, Ultima Thule suddenly blesses them with a better world—in other words, the key to their improved condition is an improved attitude. Conversely, throughout the Omicron Tribal Quests, it is on many occasions noted that even one person remaining in a state of despair could damage Ultima Thule's condition, bringing everyone's newfound happiness to naught. That's right—one person's negative attitude is the greatest threat to everyone else's happiness and success.

It is not universally a harmful approach to imply that a change of perspective can improve someone’s emotional state. However, we recall that these stories began with discussion of things like environmental destruction, war, oppression, and other conditions that supposedly brought not one person, not a percentage of people, but every person in a civilisation, without exception, to the agreement that they should die. In fact, our suspicion is that the root of despair, as far as the story is concerned, is what the narrative considers to be a very real fact—that civilisation begets torment and cruelty, that it must do so in order to continue existing, and that life cannot exist without such a civilisation. It is observation of this fact that drives people to despair, and yet it is not a counterargument but simply a resolution to be hopeful that fixes the problem.

Does this supposition hold up? Let us move on to our final case study: that of Meteion herself, who you meet after climbing through and surveying all of Ultima Thule. It is the curing of Meteion's own personal despair that transforms Ultima Thule into a place where hope can exist at all. Meteion has convinced herself, through seeing the absolute and inescapable demise of every single civilisation in the universe regardless of its conditions, that no life should continue to exist. What is the answer to this?

In response to Meteion, you use the gift of Hydaelyn to summon the spirits of Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus to your side, who then remind Meteion of the promise that Hermes once made to her—that when she returns to Elpis, Hermes will gift her with a flower. Meteion then concludes that what is important isn't what she found, but what Hermes wanted her to find—a message of hope, which could not have been discovered out in the universe, but instead had to be created. This is afterwards reinforced by you, when you wordlessly gift her your own positive emotions about life.

Meteion's newfound hope then alters the entire universe, as her despair once did, creating—as she tells us—the possibility for life to bloom again, which she had extinguished with her song of despair.

It is exactly as we have seen all throughout this analysis. The problem which is directly stated and presented is utterly ignored when it comes to seeking solutions. The true source of pain, suffering, and harm is not the problem but the way people feel about it. Negative feelings about the present state of affairs lead naturally to a state of "despair" in which one not only wishes for, but actively works to bring about the destruction of all life. The antidote to this is positive feelings, or "hope", which, as long as you stick to them with all your might, spontaneously generate better conditions.

Remember how Hermes was moved to destroy the world by his concern about the abuse of living creatures! His negative feelings, his pain, his sadness, created Meteion, and in concert with her, Hermes chose to usher in the end of the ancients' civilisation. Now, far into the future, Meteion's echo of Hermes' pain is silenced by the idea that you should feel happy, no matter how bad things are, not by any attempt to address the bad state of any part of the world. Every single avoidable harm that exists, every single bad thing that could be changed, is folded into the idea that, as Hydaelyn tells you, "to live is to suffer". Hope is not fighting to better the world, it is not changing one's ways, and it is not improvement to one's circumstances. In fact, dissatisfaction with one's life is the source of despair, which is evil. Satisfaction with one's life, on the other hand, is the source of hope, which is good.

We want to emphasise again that this is a message being given in the context of systemic oppression, of material circumstances created by some that bring about suffering and pain for others. Despair is when slaves rebel. Despair is when a man gets worried about animal welfare. Despair is when a people fights back against its own genocide. And despair is when a child weeps for the world.

Hope is when the slaves are suppressed. Hope is when the man deletes his memories of questioning his society. Hope is when the leader of the embattled people is killed. And hope is when the child expresses her willingness to go on to the grave, crying tears of happiness.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the true name of Endwalker's "hope" is submission, and the true name of Endwalker's "despair" is rebellion.

The liberal doctrine.

The ultimate source of hope in Endwalker is everything you have built up over the course of the story: all your allies, and all the ideals that come with them. Because of this, and because of all we have outlined above, the narrative of hope against despair, despite its grand, emotional presentation, cannot be extricated from its connection to the story's previous themes. In fact, it reinforces them. War, subjugation, and inequality—all the trappings of capitalist imperialism as we know it—are not only inescapable but good and necessary for a just life, and any good state will enforce them. However, people's base natures lead them to respond to suffering with a desire to question or change their material conditions. This is why people who are not controlled are dangerous. Such questioning invites destruction, and should be silenced, replaced with love and praise for the status quo. People who are correctly guided are perfectly obedient to a state authority, serve it with all their being, and even if they suffer, do not question that their suffering is for the overall good. This is the eternal state of the world and of all life. There is nothing artificial about it, and nothing that could ever be changed—except for the worse.

From start to finish, from A Realm Reborn to Endwalker, this is the whole intentional message of the story of Final Fantasy XIV. There. We have found it.

4. Conclusion.

We stated in our introduction that part of our reason for presenting this analysis is our passion for interpreting not only the possible messages of a piece of media, but the intentions and ideas that might have created it. This is true, but we also believe that doing such work has a measure of objective importance.

The question of "are video games art?" has surrounded the medium since not long after its inception. A similar question arose when film first became publicly accessible, when novels started to be written in large numbers, and with the invention of photography and digital art. In short, such a question arises around every new medium as it strives for legitimacy within its culture.

If we judge by the barometer of certain propagandist institutions—for example, the US military—we can see that the answer is a resounding "yes". Ever since the inception of Hollywood, which today is pretty much synonymous with the globally-reaching US film industry, that nation's military has had a direct hand in every film script it sets its eye on. In fact, if a movie wants to portray the military at all, it will typically need to use suitable props—tanks, guns, military advisors and so on—and the US military is the sole supplier of these, and only hands them out to films whose scripts pass its approval. This is in addition to the allocation of funds to subsidise specific propaganda films.

More recently, that same military has set its eye on the video game industry as a vehicle by which it can manipulate its portrayal. Not only have they directly developed game franchises such as America's Army since as early as 2002, they also host esports tournaments and run competitive esports teams across a number of franchises—not only those that directly portray the US military, such as Call of Duty or Counterstrike, but also broadly popular games such as Fortnite, League of Legends, and Overwatch. They partner with companies such as Activision Blizzard to stage publicity events in which they attempt to recruit attendees and people who sign up for giveaways.

Now, the United States media machine has a massively global reach. As an English speaker who plays video games, you are likely to have heard most if not all of the above names. US-based propaganda is the greatest propaganda machine in the world—but it is far from the only one. If it is turning its eye to the realm of video games, we too must put our guard up in that arena, for the rest of the world is surely doing the same.

As consumers in this era of global capitalism, we are constantly inundated with propaganda. The media, whether news or fiction, that gets advertised to us—the media that reaches great peaks of popularity, that everyone ends up reading and talking about—is the media that is at least accepted, if not directly pushed, by wealthy businesses or powerful governments. The more it is supported through advertising, through funding, through systems such as localisation and publishing, the greater its reach becomes. This creates a sort of "positive censorship" in which our media intake is controlled not necessarily by undesirable messages being suppressed, but rather by desirable messages being elevated far above others, and made so loud that they drown out any chance of the rest being heard. It is an echo chamber.

As residents of this echo chamber, even our commentary on these things, even our reflexive fan-writing and analysis, is deeply influenced by the limits of what we are able to hear. We reflect what we know, and we reflect what we are made to believe. It is impossible to shun all propagandist media and escape into a pure world of only truth. Merely experiencing a couple of flashes of insight about society, or riding the coattails of one or two countercultural movements before they fade into obscurity, does not constitute such an escape. If we believe that it is, and immerse ourselves in a shallow side-chamber where some criticisms of the mainstream are voiced, it will not cure our condition—to the contrary, if we allow a little knowledge to give us the impression that we are totally enlightened, we will only become more fooled.

We must therefore, in order to attempt to build a truthful picture of the world and not become mirrors of propaganda, devote ourselves not only to seeking out sources of truth but also to the practice of critical reading and analysis, and to the joy that dwells in it. It is one thing to see that something has an odious political quality and recoil from it. That much is a natural response. But the power of criticism comes from peeling that thing apart, taking it down to its roots, exposing what lies it is telling, and discerning the purpose for which it might be telling those lies. Putrid though the thing itself might be, by examining it critically, we increase our understanding of the world.

Final Fantasy XIV is a particularly notable case study because, compared to other works in its genre—especially other MMORPGs—it does not shy from details or attempt to euphemise anything away. It is not a lazily written story that happens to contain some unexamined elements which coincide with pro-imperialist viewpoints. Its focus on the details of political events, on moralising about those events, and on establishing the political history of its world makes its position absolutely crystal-clear. Out of all MMORPGs, it is also the one that receives the most attention, and the most praise of its story, in the present social media atmosphere. Its comparable colleagues, such as Guild Wars 2 or World of Warcraft, are in many ways aligned with its messages, but their stories are far less coherent and receive far less positive attention. This exceptional status makes Final Fantasy XIV a ripe subject for analysis, but it far from precludes analysis of any other media. If anything, it is our intent to encourage people to turn a somewhat more informed and more critical eye on everything they consume, fiction or non-fiction.

We will leave the subject here. We thank you for coming this far with us, if you have. The rest, as always, is an exercise for the reader.

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Warning: This article contains images of violence and blood.

The second part of the review: THE PLOT The third part of the review: WHERE ART IS HIDDEN

There are small spoilers that do not reveal the plot of the game, but only separately highlight certain moments in the game.

They say that human becomes a human when they understands their mortality. And really, what if not understanding the finitude of one's own life distinguishes us from the rest of the living world? This question has worried people since ancient times, giving rise to numerous cults, rites, rituals and religious ideas about what happens to a person after death. Primitive beliefs, inspired by fear of the unknown, did not go anywhere even in later times, when humanity, it would seem, learned to rationally explain things that were once incomprehensible. They simply took on new forms and continue to exist to this day.

Belief in otherworldly forces goes hand in hand with the awareness of death. In this regard, the phenomenon of the 'living dead' is not original in its essence. The concept of vampirism is not a litmus test for any culture, because different peoples of the world have different interpretations of a creature that drinks blood and harms people. I noticed that games about vampires stand on 3 pillars: mythology, religion and science. Around this core, developers create their lore, which is a meaningful background of the main story of a specific game. Although all three are important, they are present in different proportions.

Vampyr tells us the story of the doctor Jonathan Emmett Reid, who returned from the battlefield of the First World War to his native London, which was overtaken by the Spanish flu. On the way home, a mysterious creature transforms Jonathan into a vampire, leaving him in a mass grave of those who died from the flu. Thus begins the story of the struggle between science and ancient evil, as well as doctor Reid's struggle with his own nature. But before talking further about the plot, I would like to highlight its basis, i.e. three pillars. I will try to tell about the plot, design and other artistic aspects in the next part.

In Vampyr, the already mentioned three pillars distribute certain game aspects among themselves, explaining them. Mythology explains the origin of vampires and their types. Vampyr's narrative director Stéphane Beauverger notes that the vampiric roots in the game '…linked with the very basic roots of English mythology'. Of those clues that can be found in the game, most likely we are talking about Celtic mythology. The progenitor of all vampires is identified with the Celtic goddess of war, which has a certain symbolic meaning. War is about rage, anger, and certainly blood. Blood in the imagination of people has always been a source of life and strength, and therefore acted as a special ritual element in various religions and beliefs. In addition, some communities, their warriors and commanders of the past have a habit of drinking the blood of defeated enemies. I cannot claim that this is a direct allusion. But according to the lore of the game, one of its key characters is a knight who later turned into a vampire (or as they call themselves - an ekon). Isn't that symbolic?

The closer to the time in which the events of the game take place (that is, the closer to us), the more mythology gives way to religion, as Christianity once replaced paganism. So we come to the second pillar on which the game rests. Vampyr does not take anything directly from religion, but borrows the Christian perception of the vampire in classical literature. Stéphane Beauverger notes that 'Since we wanted to go back to the root of the vampire figure – as determined by gothic books like Dracula or Carmilla – we really focused on a storyline that shows that aspect of the classic vampire: a deceiver, who manipulates his preys by lying about his true nature, but also a tragic figure forced to kill and – sometimes reluctantly – forced to take lives.'

Sheridan Le Fanu and Bram Stoker fill their works with meanings contemporary to them, that is, religious views of the XIX century. Christianity somewhat changed the pagan idea of the living dead and now it was not just a chthonic creature. Belief in God gave man hope for salvation after death. However, a vampire is a person who has fallen away from faith and no longer has God in him. It is not surprising that this perception of the vampire was especially strongly developed in Victorian England, wrapped in religious dogmas. Now the dead began to fear silver, crucifixes, and prosphora (Sacramental bread), basically everything that had positive connotations for believers and was associated with God's power. In addition, a vampire, as Stéphane Beauverger correctly observed, is a liar. In the Bible, lying is repeatedly mentioned as a terrible vice, which cannot be excused, unless it is about saving one's own life. In the game, this topic is raised repeatedly, and we meet with its consequences at the end of the story.

Speaking of the meaning of blood for Christianity, it is not the same as for pagans. In the case of a vampire, blood consumption is not only the absorption of a person's life force. This is a kind of sacrilege as a person who renounced God, over the sacrifice of Christ, his shed blood for the salvation of mankind. Blood acts in Christianity as a kind of bargaining chip. We can say that this moment of sacrificing lives is also present in the game, but not as part of Christian dogmas, but rather as a general principle: sometimes, in order to achieve something, you have to sacrifice something. I'm guessing that in the game, the insatiable thirst of vampires is not the attraction to desecrate the holy. It is born of their chthonic nature, like a predator's thirst for flesh.

In general, although Vampyr draws on the traditional Christian interpretation of the vampire, given to us by Stoker, religion does not carry more than an ideological and moral burden. The game makes it clear that faith is a symbol capable of both protecting and maiming a believer. A symbol whose power is limited only by imagination. The faction of the Guard of Priwen, for example, believe that vampires are the spawn of the devil, and therefore in their fight against them, they use religious symbols that should be repulsive to Satan. However, neither crosses, nor icons, or any other religious paraphernalia are capable of causing significant damage to a vampire. If it cannot cross the threshold of the church or is injured by holy signs, then most likely it is a matter of the vampire's own perception of himself as a sinful being, whose cruel nature is repugnant to himself first of all (in other words it's a matter of a psychological dilemma). This is hinted at in some character dialogues, documents, notes, and in-game events.

Everything is known by comparison, and a great opponent of Vampyr is the game classic Vampire the Masquerade (about which there will be a separate speech). In this game, the situation is the opposite. Religion here is the soil from which the narrative grows. The beginning of the history of vampirism for the World of Darkness is the Old Testament legend of Cain and Abel. Vampires are the cursed descendants of Cain, which branch out into clans as they spread, like generations in The Old Testament. So Cain is the progenitor of vampires. Nevertheless, the lore of the game does not go into Christian superstitions with silver and crucifixes and does not take into account Christian morality. But Vampyr actively uses them, despite the fact that they have no meaningful load.

Therefore, Vampyr brings the mythological aspect to the fore, building its narrative on it. A vampire is a creature that feeds on blood not for the sake of defilement, but for the sake of maintaining its existence. Religion, on the other hand, is meant to explain the morality of our choice as a being that has passed into a state of death and can give life to others, no matter how strange it sounds. I will talk about this in more detail in the next part.

Science is the third pillar and a way to rationally explain what does not lend itself to the logic of common sense. This method is used by Stoker, introducing the character of Dr. Abraham Van Helsing in addition to the doctor John Seward. He is also a scientist, but unlike his young colleague, Van Helsing is not afraid to go beyond his knowledge and competence. He actively uses Christian superstitions as part of his scientific practice. We also can mention here Vampire The Masquerade, which uses an element of science to support a religious theory of the origin of vampires. That is, the game uses science to show the absurdity of its involvement. The attempts of the Dr. Alistair Grout to scientifically explain the state of vampirism were not successful, because in the end he falls almost into religious fanaticism, which he himself once resisted. And his almost colleague, the scientist Beckett, never manages to disprove the ancient myth of the End of Time, leaving the player himself on the threshold of the solution.

Vampyr takes a different route, making science, a progressive and young (if you can say so) branch of knowledge, the key to an ancient mystery. This is a very interesting move, which at the end of the game crystallizes the answers to the questions that haunt Jonathan and the player throughout the playthrough. You can find many documents about how the religious organization of the Brotherhood of St. Paul's Stole tries to study vampires using scientific knowledge and methods. Although you subconsciously keep in your head the fact that this is just fiction, the scientific rationality of the game makes you ask yourself the question "What if vampires did exist?" The work of the Brotherhood and the mind of Dr. Reid try to explain to you the nature of vampires, rejecting Stoker's superstitions. Unlike doctor Seward (I wonder if there is logic in the fact that both have the name John), doctor Reid remains a skeptic to the last, trying to find a grain of rationality in the most inexplicable things.

Seriously, this man looks a bloody demon in the face and asks what it is, while trying to ask its name. In my opinion, this is also in some way a revealing moment. We are afraid of the unknown. We cannot imagine a person without his name. After all, a name is what defines us as a person and who we are. But even after receiving answers to the questions, Jonathan does not calm down. Because these answers are too 'ridiculous' for his critical thinking.

At one of the initial stages of the game, you are told to forget about 'vampires' from horror stories and legends, because your character is something unique, different from the gloomy stories about blood-sucking creatures. But at the same moment I had the thought that somewhere the game was deceiving me. With this short research, I tried to understand for myself where the literary basis of Vampyr comes from. And although it includes a mixture of elements of Celtic mythology and Christian beliefs, this does not greatly change the essence of things. Although Jonathan is an ekon, a subspecies of vampire, his general image does not stand out too much from other vampires in popular culture. He is a typical aristocrat (Le Fanu had it 20 years before Stoker), he is a real gentleman, a man of his time with progressive ideas. After all, he is just a nice man and a respectable person who inspires trust in others. In short, he is the one from whom you least expect trouble. Maybe that's why it's so hard to do evil while playing as Jonathan. It just doesn't suit him. The abilities given him by developers also do not differ from classical vampires: the power of shadows and blood, claws, hypnosis and the ability to regenerate. Yes, Jonathan is the most ordinary vampire in a beautiful costume of his era. However, there are a few more types of bloodthirsty creatures in the game that would be interesting to explore. But I'll leave that job to someone else. In particular, you can read a little about it in the materials I used (listed at the end).

I do not pretend to be the absolute truth, but only compare the facts based on what I know and what I managed to find. Perhaps some of this seems far-fetched, but such is the specialty of an art critic - to look for a connection in the strangest things.

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In the Heart of War

Chapter 1: Into War

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: Henry’s nightmare has only just begun, and Daisy makes an impulsive decision that will forever change her entire life.

Series: Part 1 of Cold Waters & Sunlit Gardens  

Word Count: 2,817

Notes: Warnings for descriptions of war, very slight allusion to child abuse, and mention of war. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson​.  

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It was dark all around him, the boat rocking precariously from side to side beneath his feet. Despite the pitch black water and sky, he could hear the screams. The desperate splashing as men flailed helplessly in the water. Most of the soldiers seated around him on the little boat were hunched over, arms wrapped around themselves as they shivered. To his right, one of the men flinched at a rather high pitched scream echoing across the ocean. Henry settled a comforting hand on his fellow soldier’s shoulder, squeezing gently in what he hoped was some form of comfort.

On the other end of the boat, the men were plucking one last young man from the water. The boat tipped dangerously at the increase in weight. Bracing himself against the edge, Henry leaned his own weight backwards, trying to counteract the boat’s inversion before it overturned completely. The soaked man finally slumped down, into a seat, and the boat righted itself. Straightening, Henry stood at his spot at the front of the boat, squinting into the darkness in the direction of the shore. Nearby splashing, plus the sudden shouting of men from the other end of the boat, drew his attention. The man they had just pulled up was holding out a hand to a soldier in the water, but just as the boys’ hands met, one of the other soldiers in the boat lunged forward, attempting to shove the man in the water away. A second soldier scrambled at the edge of the boat, only to also be pushed back, the men already occupying the boat screaming that it was already too crowded.

“You can’t leave us!” one of them shouted. “Make some room!”

“Men, leave off, you’ll capsize the boat,” Henry warned, pulling his hat off of his head as he leaned forward, trying to make out the two soldiers in the water. “She’s gone over twice on the way out here. You have to stay calm, there are plenty of boats,” he tried to soothe, aware that his words probably offered very little comfort to either of them. It was hard to make out their faces, but he could tell just by their voices that they were young.

“Calm!? Wait ‘til you get torpedoed, then tell us to be calm!” the man’s final few words came out as an almost inaudible sputter as he was shoved off the edge that he had been clinging to and back into the water.

“You have life jackets?” he couldn’t tell in the dark.

“Yes, they do,” one of the soldiers in the boat confirmed. Henry nodded.

“Don’t panic, boys, the water’s not too rough, or too cold,” as long as they had life jackets, they would be fine. He wasn’t concerned that they would get pulled too far out to sea, or freeze to death. That was some small mercy, at least. “We’re heading back to the beach.”

“Let’s go to Dover!” one of the men called, a chorus of affirmations following his suggestion from the others. Henry all but ignored them, eyes focused on the two young men in the water below him.

“We can’t make it across the channel in this, lads. We need to get back to the beach, and wait for another ride. You men in the water float here, save your strength. We’ll come back for you,” he promised. “Oars in!” his command rang out, the men on the boat manning the oars immediately jumping to attention, the planks of wood dipping into the water, so black it could have been oil. “Together, pull!” the oars cut through the water, propelling them along and slowly but surely, back to the beach.

He chanced a glance back at the expanse of water behind them; at the dozens of little heads bobbing in the water as soldiers tread water and swallowed roughly. An eyebrow shot up at the sight of the two young men he’d turned away, clinging to a piece of rope that their friend who had made it into the boat had cast out to them. He pressed his lips together to keep from snorting in near amusement. Persistent, cheeky little lads. Oh, what the hell. Towing them wouldn’t hurt anyone, and if they wanted to be dragged along through the water behind them that was their decision.  

It was still plenty dark out when they made it back to the beach. Henry stretched his back out as he stepped out of the boat and onto the damp sand. Some of the soldiers wandered away, out across the beach. It was so dark they might as well have been swallowed up by the darkness. A few just sat down on the sand to gaze out at the waves crashing along the shore. Most began to make the trek back to the mole, to wait in line for the next ship. Hopefully this one wouldn’t get torpedoed.

He spent the rest of the night taking the little boat back and forth from the sight of the latest sinking ship to the beach, plucking exhausted, traumatized soldiers from the water. Their despondency was understandable. They’d thought themselves free; finally on their way back home where the bombs and bullets could not so easily reach them, only to be sent right back to where they had started.  

By the time that he finally took his place in line at the mole, the sun was just barely beginning to peek out from over the horizon. Thumbs drumming as he settled in for the long wait for a ship, he gazed out over the ocean, taking the briefest of moments to appreciate the splash of orange and yellow that the sunrise cast into the sky. After a night spent desperately squinting into the dark, the light of the sun was more than welcome.

And then there was the roar of the engines of German planes, hurtling down towards them from overhead, and they all scattered in panicked cries, diving down into the sand, eyes closed, hands cupped over ears, as they hoped for absolution.

Daisy liked the way that the docks smelled. Wet wood, seaweed, and salt. She didn’t even mind the strong scent of fish that sometimes permeated the area when the fishing boats were in.

Pushing her hair back, she straightened, stretching her shoulders and rolling her neck from side to side. She would need to begin considering heading home soon. The sun was starting its descent across the sky and she didn’t want to be stuck riding her bike home in the dark.

The quiet hum of a yacht’s motor caught her attention, and she shaded her eyes against the sun to watch as the Moonstone pulled into the docks. The bright blonde head of hair belonging to Mr. Dawson’s son, Peter bobbed about the desk, readying ropes and joking with their ship hand, George. As soon as the boat was docked and the engine killed, the older man who captained the ship appeared on the deck. Daisy waved at them in greeting as she approached the boat.

“Need any help?” she asked, stopping to watch as the boys bustled about.

“No, no. Let the boys do it,” Mr. Dawson said. “They need the practice.”

“Thought that you’d want to know, we got word from the navy today,” she said, jumping up to sit atop a large crate, feet swinging. “They’ll be coming down in a day or two, to pick boats for requisition.”

“To go to Dunkirk?”

“Yeah.”

“About time,” Mr. Dawson said, looking suddenly very deep in thought. “You work at the library, right?”

“Yep.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing spending your time down here, then?”

Daisy shrugged. “Just like feeling useful, I guess. I saw an ad for help needed shortly after I moved here. I guess with all the men off fighting they were short staffed.”

“Well, we all appreciate it,” he turned at the sound of Peter calling for him. “I better go. Thanks for the heads up about the navy.”

“No problem,” she leapt off the crate, making her way back down the wooden pier. Sticking her head into the little office at the top of the ramp, she let Johnny know that she was leaving before grabbing her bicycle from where she had parked it. The ride home was pleasant, the air just cool enough to keep her from sweating but not too cold to cause her to shiver.

Her home was a cozy little thing, tucked away underneath a huge oak tree, with moss growing up the gray stone. It looked like a little cottage from a fairytale book. Locking her bike up, she opened her bright red mailbox, tucking the stack of envelopes under her arm as she unlocked the house. She was greeted with a big gray and white streak, laughing as the husky danced excitedly about her feet.

“Hullo, Ghost,” she greeted her companion, scratching him behind one ear. Closing the door, she tossed her keys and mail onto the kitchen table, stooping to scratch the dog behind the ears. “Let’s go outside, big guy.”

As Ghost trotted about the little backyard, Daisy examined her little garden plot and the colorful, assorted pots she had positioned outside, frowning. Her fingers brushed over a wilting leaf. God, she was a terrible gardener.

Trying not to feel too dejected at her latest case of black thumb, she summoned the dog back into the house with a whistle, giving him a bone to chew on while she rummaged through the mail.

The envelope carrying her sister’s familiar handwriting was a deep, emerald green. Chewing unconsciously on the nail of her left thumb, Daisy tore it open, eyes skimming over the words in the letter. Lips pursing at the suggestion that maybe, this summer, she could come back to Newport to visit. Tossing the paper onto the table, she leaned back, arms crossed. She knew that Violet meant well, but still that bitter seed of anger at even the idea of home flared to life inside her chest.

Violet and her father came out to Weymouth to see her a few times a year, but she never came to Newport. The best she could manage was to meet them halfway sometimes. Violet had made attempts to coax her back home before with no success.

There were just too many bad memories there.

But her father was getting slow in his old age and traveling was more and more difficult for him. She knew that eventually, she would have to just bite the bullet and visit. It would be utterly painful for everyone involved, and she certainly would have to stay with Violet, since her mother would likely never allow her to step foot inside the house she had grown up in ever again.

Maybe her mother would try to chase her off with a broomstick and a stream of profanities. Or maybe she would just continue to ignore her existence entirely as she already had for nearly twenty years. Daisy wasn’t sure exactly which one would be more preferable.

Ghost knocked his head against her knee, as if trying to distract her from her melancholic thoughts. Reaching a hand down to stroke his head, Daisy sighed, suddenly feeling very lonely. Granted, the isolation was in many ways one of her own choosing. But from time to time she still longed for a more tangible connection with another person.

Not that it mattered. Her life was what she had made of it. There was no changing that.

The docks were buzzing with activity, the owners of the various boats docked there fluttering about. Two navy officers had arrived, dressed in their uniforms, and began moving from boat to boat, informing the captains that they would be acquisitioning their vessels. Men were scrambling to remove all unnecessary materials from the ships and load the required life jackets within the hour that the navy had given them. Young George Mills flew past her, moving at a brisk jog as he headed towards the Moonstone where Peter and Mr. Dawson were already hard at work removing plates and cutlery from the yacht. 

Daisy had been busy all day, trying to help everyone get their boats ready. Wiping sweat from her brow, she set down the final box belonging to a ship with a particularly nervous captain, rushing about the deck and worrying over whether or not the navy would approve of his paint job.

She stepped away with a shrug and polite smile, heading towards the Moonstone and smiling in greeting to George, currently holding such a huge stack of life jackets in his arms she could barely see his face.

“Want some help?” she asked, already stooping to scoop up an armful of the orange life jackets. George just smiled shyly and nodded.

“Thank you, Miss. Preston.”

“It’s no problem, kiddo,” she followed him onto the deck, taking a moment to find her footing on the swaying vessel before moving.

“Just stack them below deck,” Mr. Dawson said. Peter breezed past her, flashing her a quick smile in greeting. Mr. Dawson continued to fiddle around near the wheel. 

Between the three of them, Daisy, Peter, and George were able to make quick work of the life jackets. She could see the navy officers moving down the dock, a superior looking at a clipboard before assigning teams of soldiers to each boat. A frown pushed at Daisy’s lips. Reading about what was happening at Dunkirk had done nothing but make her feel useless, a feeling that itched under her skin and made her shudder with frustration. All those poor men, trapped and all alone… 

Chancing a glance back to the Moonstone, Daisy raised an eyebrow at the sight of Mr. Dawson’s expression as he glanced at the navy officers. Shifting from foot to foot at her position on the dock, she didn’t even consider trying to stop the old man. If he wanted to sail out himself instead of handing over the Moonstone to the navy, that was his decision. Her hands fiddled with each other. He did have two young men with him, though. And as capable as both Peter and George were, it may do them well to have another adult around…

“Ready on the stern line, George,” Mr. Dawson ordered. George stooped at the rope, untying it.

“Aren’t you waiting on the navy?” George asked, eyes big and curious. Jesus, he was so young. The navy officers were walking towards them. 

“They’ve asked for the Moonstone, they’ll have her. And her captain,” he straightened his back, turning to go to the wheel. 

“And his son,” Peter leapt onto the deck. “Thanks for the help, George. Miss. Preston,” he nodded in grateful acknowledgement. For a moment, her and George’s eyes met, and she saw the quiet resolve in his eyes. The decision was there before he had even made it. The boy took one step forward and hopped onto the boat. 

Oh, fuck it. If the kid got to go, then so should she. 

“What are you doing!?” Peter asked, looking at George in shock, then gaping as Daisy took the small jump and landed on the deck beside them. “You do know where we’re going?”

“France,” George said. Mr. Dawson turned to stare at them in shock from the entrance to the covered area of the ship that housed the wheel.

“Into war, George!” he said. The navy officers were staring at them from the dock, growing smaller and smaller as the boat pulled away. 

“I’ll be useful, sir,” George promised. Mr. Dawson didn’t look very convinced, but one glance at the navy officers watching them sail away made it clear that he had little choice in the matter. Daisy followed him as he returned to his place at the wheel.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” he asked, shaking his head. “War is no place for a woman…”

“It’s not a place for an old man either. Besides, you’re sailing out with two kids as your only back-up. You need another adult with you. I’ve taken a handful of nursing classes. It’s not much, but I’d wager I know more about first-aid than any of you boys.”

“Alright, alright. Just be careful.”

She gave him a little two finger salute before heading back outside, to look out over the open water before them. Out there, far away, was a battleground. Their army cornered on a little beach while the enemy closed in from every side. Had any of them had any sense, they would be sailing as fast as they could in the opposite direction.  

Sitting down on the deck, Daisy worried at her lip, hoping that they would actually be able to offer real help to the men out there.

Hoping that she hadn’t just made a massive mistake.

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