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"This world is beyond saving, like those who try to save it. Muddled as my mind may be, I've not forgotten that. But if fate has brought me to you, the one person in this godsforsaken world who can see and hear me, then perhaps there is a reason I endured. If I can find out why I was left behind, then maybe… maybe I can bring this journey of mine to an end."

CONGRATS ON THE LAST NAME, MISTER ARDBERT FINAL FANTASY!

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-slide whistle noise-

(starring my partner’s smol tank, cocopops copops)

#it's me #I'm that warrior #even at 90 blm optimization makes my head hurt

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ATTN: If you see someone in-game using my name that's not from Balmung, it's an impersonator.

I don’t own these characters and these were likely created by someone who has been harassing me. If it’s not too much of a bother, please report these accounts/characters for impersonation:

I’ve kept quiet about this because I’m not really fond of bringing drama on soc/med. But this person has already crossed the line multiple times:

For over a year now, Schezar Skyblade from Mateus has been harassing me both in and outside of the game.

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i think it was essential IN MY TWISTED MIND that hydaelyn could not tell the wol I’m afraid and I have regrets and Please run so she has to do it in insane weird ways like putting 6383738 rabbits on the moon to build apartments

#this is why when Jordan met Venat in Elipis her first thought was 'I can save her' #she knew it was a foolish thought #but she hated the thought of someone having to live a life even lonelier than her own #with more pain and more loss #she really wanted to save her #impossible as it was #She never forgot the person Hydaelyn was and even at the end #she thanked Venat for her efforts #it matter so much to her that she thanked Venat #and hopes she'll see her or a shard of her again

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A wistful chilly morning (Post-6.2, WoL!Jordan)

Jordan sighed as she felt the last bit of warmth from her teacup fade. She had taken the last sip but a moment before, looking as the sun had lifted up past the horizon. The morning had begun in earnest here at the small cottage by the sea off the east coast of Vylbrand.

Ever since she returned from the edge of the universe, the brink of death, an entire year ago, Jordan had taken to having morning tea out on the veranda on every clear morning she could. Sometimes a neighbor would stop by, sometimes her oldest friend Emmeline, sometimes some important somebody or other representative of the Admiral or Alliance or whatnot. Mostly, it was just herself and her animals.

This morning, she spied her chocobo Pipa, dozing against her friend Cuddles, the brown bear. It was getting a bit chilly after all Jordan thought May’aps I need to bring in the stable cover n’ one of ‘em Garlean-style ceruleum heaters. Jordan let a soft chuckle out, despite herself.

The months after The Final Days were a blur. The first month, she visited her family in Ul’dah for a while, crying despite herself when her adoptive granddaughter bent down and gave her a hug upon their first meeting. Despite what she said to Sami, it wasn’t really from the chronic pain in her shoulder.

The next months were, to be frank, debauched. She had abstained from drink, but not from her other vices. She had coin enough saved up and a sizeable discount for the one who help stop the bloody end of th’ world, after all. Then she chartered a boat off to the South Seas. Tataru had some cockamamie scheme of settling an island, but settling wasn’t the point. Years ago, she had made a pledge. She promised herself when it was over, when she knew her grandchildren would grow up in a time without war, like she had, she would go out to sea alone and end her life. She had done it. Committed to that future. And here she was, as she had panned, placing the proverbial blade to her throat.

But she couldn’t do it. She knew as she alighted from Oschon’s Torch that she didn’t need to martyr herself anymore. She had prepared to slough off and wipe away the people who had killed so many she knew growing up. She had hated that standard of locked chains. She has wanted to murder Quintus van Cinna the moment she had laid upon the bastard. Learning he had died by his own hand, seeing the spatter of red, she could only spit and call him a coward.

By the time the final conflict had flared, not between her and the union of all despair, but between a tired old woman and a spoiled princeling turned rabid dog, she was sick of hating. Sick of herself. But no longer sick of living.

When she returned, she spared few trips from home. She was glad to be in her own bed, tend to her garden, drink her tea and soothe her wounds. She knew she wouldn’t heft an axe without some pain again, but the biting ache kept her anger going. Swords and Gunblades just weren’t the same, handy though they were. She got to know her neighbors, who were lovely once they got past the suspiciousness of the empty house suddenly bursting with life and chores and famous dignitaries and the like coming to visit.

Thankfully, the few trips she had undertaken were to someplace warm, by the sea, and, most importantly, valued good tea. Old Sharlayan had been a disappointment, sharing some of the worst aspects of Ishgard (the occasional drifts of snow, even in summer) and Gridania (the lack of actual flavors 99% of the time). Thavnair, in contrast, had spice and sea salt in the air, warm and cordial faces, and tea that rivaled Doma in complexity and presentation. True, the whole “voidsent” thing was a pressing issue, but she could leave the details to the others. Y’shtola is looking to travel to the First, Vrtra wants his sister who practically raised him like a mother. ‘n Estinien Varlineau Jordan mused, a smirk growing on her face is too obvious. Makes jest at Alphy’s savior complex, but ‘e’s just as much the same sort of boy protecting friends. Must be an Elezen thing may’aps. Zero was a new wrinkle, but Cylva’s words had helped put her at ease and she was able to let it fall to more capable hands until there were answers.

It was enough to be in a space of quiet, though it was beginning to get on with the day as Jordan’s thoughts again turned to the now cold teacup.

She stood and felt a presence in the pocket of her tunic. She reached in and felt the warmth and smoothness of the top as it came to points on the side. Azem’s stone. Mind of its own Jordan thought Always ‘appy to just be around until summat thing needs doin’ or it wants me to galavant off somewhere…

She entered her house and placed the cup in the sink. She looked out the kitchen window, noting the small ceramic plaque, which hung nearby. It was decorated with a crook, the symbol of her own patron God. Jordan shook her head as she felt an old twinge and itch at her feet. “All right, all right! Can’t let an old woman rest in ‘er home fer five minutes can’t ye?” She announced out old, as though addressing the books and knick knacks in the room.

Jordan Rosalind Kennedy, having lived as such for 57 years on Ethierys, knew better than to counter provenance. She went downstairs to see her pack and her adventuring gear was ready.

As an old friend once told her, “the call to adventure never takes no for an answer.” She needed to make sure her affairs were in order.

#jordan kennedy #wol!au #lalafell #short story #something to celebrate the anniversary of endwalker #I should write a fic about making the coffeeshop at the end of the universe #Jordan would definitely help with that

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in honour of twitter maybe dying soon may I present and preserve some of my favourite XIV tweets

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Reblog if your an FFXIV blog!

Help the lost Twitter spirits find us all.

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I love that in the time since Twilight was big we've learned that Kristen Stewart is actually a fantastic actress and super cool human being and all the hate against her was unwarranted and rooted in misogyny while also discovering Robert Pattinson is yes a good actor but also one of the weirdest people alive

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Heavy is the chest of the girl who wants to have huge fucking honkers

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Soulseer

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Knowing Your Sign!

The best place to start is to explain the layout. Each moon in Eorzea is designated a specific deity, and each deity has their own unique symbol. These symbols are what we view in the stars to determine the sign of an individual!

Halone – Spear – First Astral Moon (January)

Menphina – Moon – First Umbral Moon (February)

Thaliak – Scroll – Second Astral Moon (March)

Nymeia – Ewer – Second Umbral Moon (April)

Llymlaen – Wave – Third Astral Moon (May)

Oschon  – Arrow  – Third Umbral Moon (June)

Byregot – Spire   – Fourth Astral Moon (July)

Rhalgr   – Bolt   – Fourth Umbral Moon (August)

Azeyma   – Sun   – Fifth Astral Moon (September)

Nald’Thal   – Balance   – Fifth Umbral Moon (October)

Nophica   – Bole   – Sixth Astral Moon (November)

Althyk  – Axe   – Sixth Umbral Moon (December)

Those whose namedays fall within the last 3 suns and first 3 suns of a new moon are born on a cusp, so the potential of both signs that bridge that cusp could apply! Be sure to read both! (ie: 32nd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon is a cusp between the Balance and Bole sign!)

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Prompt #1: Cross

Submit your entry here: https://forms.gle/SxFpwkKPLqnUwAYD9

#FFxivWrite2022 is underway – a daily writing challenge presented to the Final Fantasy XIV writing community for the month of September. You can join any time throughout the challenge with any prompt number!

Entries can be written on any online writing platform (tumblr, Archive of our Own, Google Docs, etc.). Submit the link and be sure that I have reading access.

Reminder: The 24-hour deadline does not go into effect until September 8th.

More about single word prompts here

Public spreadsheet to check your entries is coming soon!

Rules & Info || Prompt List || #FFxivWrite2022 || kofi

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #FFxivWrite2022 prompt list #ffxiv writing prompt #ffxiv writing challenge

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why God… why must you make it so difficult…

#character insp #this is jordans brain 88% of the time

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A sad announcement.

Dani Russo, @snarksonomy , known on FFXIV as Milloux Allard/ @aethersmoke-and-ash, Violetta Fierlane/ @violetcuriosity, T'Many Allowe/ @tams-catte, and others, has passed away. Dani was the former leader of the Ashen Enclave FC and the head and founder of the Tangled Boughs. She organized many public events over the years, founded Crystal’s first Duskcord, and was also a well-known moderator of the Balmung RP Network. She will be remembered as an amazing artist, leader, organizer, and most importantly, a wonderful friend.

I am devastated, as I’m sure many of you are. Dani has been one of my closest friends for the better part of 5 years, and nothing I can think to say feels adequate to express my grief. When I think of the hard work she has put into her FC and the FFXIV community in general, I am overwhelmed at the prospect of trying to share this news with all of the people she has touched. Her warmth, humor, and eye for beauty will continue to inspire me for the rest of my life. I can’t believe she’s gone.

I have left a private note to Dani’s family about how beloved she was by her online community and extended an offer to help memorialize her, however, I do not expect to hear back quickly, if at all. It is important to give her family space in this time of loss, as the handling of her online presence and online friends are probably the last thing on their minds right now. I will give updates if I get any news on this front. That being said, while I’ve found and confirmed her obituary, it did not contain details and I do not have further information on her passing. While those who were close to her knew that Dani struggled with her health for the last few years, this loss is still very much unexpected, and her family may choose not to disclose more. Let us focus instead on being here for one another and sharing all our good memories of Dani.

Dani has touched so many lives. She always took time to get to know people and their characters, remember their interests and jokes, and made them feel special and included. As her frequent collaborator and close friend, I know how much it meant to her to make connections and run events for this community. She worked endlessly to make sure others were having fun.

Her reach and impact on the Balmung community are farther than I realized.  I’ve been overwhelmed with all of the love and stories I’ve heard so far, and I know I’ll hear more. Because of this, I do intend to eventually put together something more public-facing in her honor so that we can share our stories and memories of her - probably during The Rising. The summer fireworks were always a time of reflection for her character Milloux, and that seems like an appropriate time. For now, though, I am heartbroken and sorry to be the one to share this news.

Look after yourselves and your health. Enjoy goofy, weird jokes and strange beauty, embrace your unique tastes and interests, and be strong and firm in your convictions. These are the things Dani always helped me to do.

Thank you.

- Etienne “Eti” Clairemont

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"full glad am i" is said so often in ffxiv that its just worked its way into my vernacular. i hate it. final fantasy xiv online ruined my life