EVEN THE GREAT LOUISOIX!!!!
Aurum Vale has emerged as the winner of everyone's least favorite ffxiv dungeon (see all the poll results here) and now it will face off against the infamous Praetorium
so here it is: would you rather wipe in the first room and watch your teammates stubbornly stand in morbol breath attacks or sit through gaius' ten hour long speech yet again?
my personal opinion is that the ludicrous xp bonus for msq roulette should NOT be considered when choosing, but I can't stop you
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Do you have any fic recs? If not that’s cool! Thanks :) (also I love your fics)
definitely!! & thank you for the compliment💗 sorry for taking so long to answer this, life has been crazy😭
i do simply have 90+ byler fics bookmarked (assuming that’s the ship you’re talking about—if it’s not, please lmk!!), so here are some of my favorites with under 5k hits:
1. sleeping with the lights on by singingseok
2. you say i’m a dreamer (we’re two of a kind) by nbfutureboy
3. selfless; self destruct by didthattwinkjustcommittreason
4. there was nowhere for me to stay (but i stayed anyway) by ronantics
5. “or at least until the afternoon” by thewrongkindofpc
6. chalk hearts melting on a playground wall by ghostlin
7. the body is a blade by inblue
and here are a few more well-known ones, just in case you haven’t checked them out yet!
1. a body in motion by astrobi
2. the gaps and the silence by delusionaltogether
3. i’m caught up in you by wiseatom
4. you are the heart by touchthesky
5. chiron in gemini by babydraygen
6. i know, i know, i know by aude_sapere
7. mike wheeler’s guide to falling in love with a superhero by smoosnoom
and so many others!! feel free to check out my bookmarks for more :)
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Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...
You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.
And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?
(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)
Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?
You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.
You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.
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