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waterdeep · 2 years

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EMET-SELCH in PRELUDE IN VIOLET.

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galvus · 2 years

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[ treats your villain gently ]

#final fantasy #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #emet selch #emetwol #highlander #type: screenshots #ch: emet selch #oc: sidonie #ship: emet x sidonie #mine: edits

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lavampira · 1 year

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the thing that gets me about d’alia confronting the two adversaries that have unnerved her the most so far - zenos and emet selch - is the underlying empathy too? she knows what it means to be numb, throwing oneself into a fight in search of something, desperate to find a meaning to a painful existence. she knows what it is to feel loss so deeply that it seems almost impossible to let go, creating simulacrums out of that guilt-riddled grief. she knows because she’s been there, too.

but at the same time, she isn’t like them. she could never give into the bored nihilism; she cares too much, strives for hope, believes in justice. she doesn’t cling to the past with a tight grip to provoke endless atrocities for the sake of rebuilding what was lost; she mourns, yes, but she continues to live and act for the people around her and the future to be preserved.

#an understanding of her most feared enemies but how they’re everything she stands against etc #dani plays ffxiv #game: ffxiv #oc: d'alia liveq #ch: zenos viator galvus #ch: emet selch #stormblood spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers

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teablooms · 5 days

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Chronicles of the Ancients 001

Characters: (WoL's) Azem, Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch Warnings: None Ship: None (they're all just besties :3) Spoilers: Shadowbringers & Endwalker Plot: A couple friends check on Azem as soon as they return after hearing they got into some... interesting antics. HC Notes: Azem struggles with creating organic/living concepts, preferring to create the first 'relic weapons', and struggles with feeling isolated. Links: Toyhouse version / WoL Info Word Count: 1,069

"Seems Azem has returned. So, where has the wind taken our traveler this time?"

Dark eyes glanced up at the familiar smiling face, then another more irritable one, and immediately lit up. She was a fair bit shorter than Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch both, crimson rings in her eyes and dark hair tied up and out of her way, though it's uncertain what good it did with its length. She could only grin.

"Both of my best friends arriving as soon as I come back? I promise, I didn't get into that much trouble this time." she grins, "You two must have worried about me quite a bit this time around for both of you to be the first to welcome me back!"

"Annoyed would be the more accurate description." Emet-Selch would scoff, folding his arms as gold eyes glared down at her. "Did you really think we wouldn't hear about the incident with the volcano? Or how about the cyclone you decided to rush into? I'm beginning to think this foolish recklessness is a requirement for the seat of Azem, Medeimus."

"Ah, my real name already-? I see you don't look that way simply because you didn't get any sleep, Hades." Azem pauses for a moment, "Though, you do look tired. You know sleep deprivation is bad for your health right?"

Upon seeing the glare grow in severity tenfold, Azem was quick to hide behind the two's lavender-haired companion with a quiet squeak. Though, Hythlodaeus found the whole situation to be only amusing, laughing at the whole scene as if he were watching a comedy play out. Such a reaction only earned a sigh of exasperation from Emet-Selch.

"Speaking of, Azem…" Hythlodaeus glanced back at her, "The reasoning for doing those things wasn't in the letter you sent. In fact, compared to the rest of your writing, they were hardly even a footnote. Why is that?"

"Oh, those? Well, I was just curious, of course." she grins, "While it isn't part of my role, I like to collect stories on my travels and tell them. How can I accurately describe the heat of a volcano or the ferocious winds of a tornado if I haven't witnessed them myself?"

"And here I thought Venat's antics would be the limit of trouble I'd get from an Azem…" A hand raised to cover Emet-Selch's face, the man almost sulking as her peculiarly simple reasoning came to light. "Do you have any idea how either could have ended? Surely you're at least aware of that."

"Hm, now that you mention it…" The traveler began to think, her words trailing off. Though, the thought never actually finished, her gaze staring off into space; it was almost as if she were in a trance momentarily. Emet-Selch was growing impatient, plainly ignoring their companion's amusement at the whole situation.

"Medeimus."

"Oh, right! Worry not, my friends." Azem would laugh, "So it could have gone a little poorly - but what matters is that it didn't! I'm still in one singular piece, and at most, my cloak got a singed. It was an easy fix, though."

"See? Our capable friend had it all under control, there was no need to fret." Hythlodaeus interjected, his words accompanied by laughter despite the glare from the taller Convocation member. "Ah, but that brings us to my other question; you said you tried your hand at concept creation?"

"Ah, yes, well… Attempt is more accurate. You both know I'm not exactly good at creating fauna, so I tried a flora concept instead. It, well… It went better, but not nearly as well as I was hoping."

Azem would step out from behind the Bureau's chief, though she seemed almost timid when her attempt at creation was brought up. Her hands reached into a bag at her side, pulling out a rather peculiar item. It appeared to be a bunch of Vitisvinifera cut from the vine, but it was… misshapen. It was a single block with hard ridges and corners. The berries themselves were there, but looked more like they were painted on than actual berries. They looked impossible to pick individually, appearing that one would have to cut it like a Maluspumila to eat. Her expression grew sheepish.

"They are an improvement… We both know how much you struggle with living things, right Emet-Selch?" Hythlodaeus said, his attention turning to him. Emet seemed occupied though, staring at the block of fruit that resulted from their friend's attempt as if dumbfounded. Still, even the Bureau's chief knew this was partially to be expected from her. "I think I can speak for both of us by commending your latest attempt."

"Not as horrible as my past ideas, but I still think I should stick to my nonliving concepts." Azem's words were accompanied by a more anxious laughter, tucking the creation back into her bag. "Oh, but I do have some I'll be submitting to the Bureau of the Architect soon! Weaponry with a life all their own, meant to be evolving companions to their wielders."

"Now, that sounds more like something you'd excel in creating." Hythlodaeus answered thoughtfully, though his attention was torn away from the traveler when Emet-Selch suddenly flinched. "Is something the matter?"

"Rain." Emet-Selch was quick to respond, and that was when it dawned on the other two that a raindrop must have snapped him out of his thoughts. "If we mean to continue this conversation, we'd best take it elsewhere. I would rather not be drenched just by having a simple chat."

"Come with me then! My home is small compared to the both of yours, but it's nearby and there's plenty of tea and treats I can cook up." Though rather than wait for her two friends to agree, the shorter woman simply grabbed hold of both their arms - one for each of her own - and began leading them in the direction she'd been headed before. "I can tell you all about the things I managed to find and the stories I gathered from others!"

"You need not drag us there!" Emet-Selch protested, though he didn't bother attempting to free himself. He knew that once Azem had her heart set of something, it was nigh impossible to shift her focus away from it. Yet Hythlodeaus seemed not to mind.

"Well, we'll be glad to hear them all. Just as we're glad you made it back safely, Medeimus."

#warning: no.#ship: none.#ch: emet selch.#ch: hythlodaeus.#ch: wol!azem.#s: ffxiv.#mine: writing.#endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #wol: junko.

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ardberts · 1 year

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in case y’all didn’t realize i was deadly seriously about the bookstore au, here’s fresh-faced small business owner nara and corporate asshole emet-selch.

#emetwol #emet-selch #oc: nara #wip: the first bookstore #ship: a strong case of fight or flight #ocedits #my edits #i'm so excited ghfdjkgh #i'm gonna finish godless ch 2 this weekend hopefully and also bang out the first chapter of this fic too.#wishful thinking but still.#the first bookstore was previously owned by ardbert and is now being taken over by nara who just moved to the city.#g'raha owns the coffee shop next door and a bunch of characters are students and professors at baldesion university.#the ascians are big business owners trying to open a mega-bookstore across town #it's the first fluffy and romcom-y thing i've ever written and I AM STOKED!!!!#*sings 'dreams' by the cranberries at the top of my lungs*

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macarensesangles · 11 months

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i saw emet-sel ch minecraft skin on google images and i was like LOL imagine emet-selch playing MINECRAFT!!! what would he even DO!!!

fucking build buildings obviously? he likes doing that.

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pangolinheart · 1 year

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song game: Rhiki and Emet Selch/Hades

This one was really hard to find a song for because, well, Emet Selch and Rhiki don't really get along, but they also don't despise each other. This is because Rhiki is a terrible little gremlin who likes to cause problems for him on purpose. Rhiki knows he sees her as an annoying little gnat and leans into it. He thinks she's indufferable? She's going to teach him the true meaning of "insufferable." It seems like she does and says things specifically to piss him off (she does.) She pronounces his name with a soft "ch" just to see if it bothers him. It's not use Rhiki hates Emet Selch, she simply Does Not Respect Him. The feeling is mutial. This dynamic is understandably difficult to capture in song form.

That being said, obviously there's a moment of emotional connection and understanding at the end of Shadowbringers, when Hades chooses to recognize the WoL as Azem. That's where this song comes in.

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(Send me an NPC and I'll pick a sing that represents their relationship with Rhiki)

#ask game #asks and answers #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #emet selch #hades #shadowbringers spoilers #shb spoilers #rhiki tag #if there is one thing rhiki (and most of my characters tbh) will not tolerate #it's being condescended to by A Man

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redwayfarers · 4 months

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Not me reading Emet-Selch as Selch (ch as in cheese) and its Emet-Selk 😭😭 he sounds much less dangerous as a ch

#nero plays ffxiv #also hi we're meeting new assholes

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dragoncantus · 1 year

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From Sorrows Hold Ch 2

Chapter 2 of From Sorrows Hold is now up on Ao3.

The story of my alt WoL’s past self, Declynn as he lived in the time Allag during its waning years.

A now orphaned child after the destruction of his home and the betrayal of father-figure who turned out to be something called an Ascian named Emet-Selch, Declynn is left in the care of Amon in Azys Lla.

In this chapter Declynn explores his new home, meets a helpful node, and learns about Eikons

Please enjoy!

From Sorrows Hold Chapter 2

(Preview) “You aren’t going to become an Ascian, like he wants, right?”

Amon whirls around from his desk, “What does it matter to you if I do or don’t?”

He clenches his fists, “Cause I’ve made it my mission to destroy all ascians. Especially Emet-Selch!”

Amon full on laughs, loud and boisterous, slapping his knee, clapping his hands. “That was just the entertainment I needed after that. Thank you, boy.”

#writing #fanfiction #final fantasy xiv #wol #Declynn #ancient allag #allagans #amon #nola is the best of character in this story #dalamud lore whats that #this is the last time anyone is happy #emet-selch

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cidhighwiind · 2 years

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ffxiv pics | [ 7/? ]

emet-selch in exarchic gear of casting

#ffxivedit #final fantasy 14 screenshots #final fantasy xiv #emet selch #ffxiv #daisy tag #bc i did these specifically for daisy #and the emet fuckers out there ;)#s: final fantasy #vg: ffxiv #ch: emet selch #mine: ffxiv #mine: pics

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waterdeep · 2 years

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You have a twisted streak to you, Varis. Like grandsire, like grandson, eh?

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galvus · 2 years

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for @vrtraswife. ♡

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #emet selch #hades #the warrior of light #roegadyn #emetwol #type: screenshots #oc: radiant #ch: emet selch #ship: emet x radiant #idyllshires.png

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augureltss · 2 years

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𝔟 𝔞 𝔫 𝔰 𝔥 𝔢 𝔢 𝔰 𝔠 𝔯 𝔢 𝔢 𝔠 𝔥 𝔦 𝔫 𝔤.

#s: final fantasy #g: ffxiv #sixxedits #ch: emet-selch

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wiltf · 2 years

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emet-selch, of such esteem and respect in the convocation,

nay, amaurot,

nay,

their livelihoods as they know it,

does not interfere. for perhaps the first time in his known existence, even as azem’s hands meet the desk. her finger greets his face, fury so apparent on her face, that the familiar magic lights up, almost hiding away her features. almost. except that it was absolutely tangible in the air.

“you did not raise a protest before, so why now?”

“because i was not given a voice before, hades—” with some understanding, this was long past the first indicator that fury was being personally directed towards him. “—but this? this is madness! you cannot — no, you would not — approve of such a thing, surely?!”

“my interests are in the future of our star—”

“—do not give me that piece now, after this—”

“so you, azem,” and it was not just emet-selch who stood then, sigil matching her own as hades prevailed. “should learn your place. this was a decision made by the convocation. all of us, including you, in your silence.”

forgone masks. pulled down and resting against heaving chests. azem’s eyes darken, hiding away that particular sunrise. not unlike what was perhaps to happen, if they did not see this sacrifice through.

but that small voice breaks, then. as the sigil fades into the edges of her skin, and he hears the water without seeing it. “please, emet, not hytholodaeus. not elidibus. please, spare them.”

“you know i have no power to—”

“—then try! try, godsdammit, you must see—”

“azem. it has already been decided. what we can only do now, is to save who we can… and to not fall to despair.”

his fists are drawn just as tightly as hers. nails digging into soft skin, that would leave half-moons he would not heal until later. for this was the reminder, that as the days allowed to them to survive narrowed to a few, what other choice did he have? truly, as emet kept his gaze along the edges of her mask, had she not realised he had considered all other options?

it was her mask as it met the wood of his desk that gave the answer. emet knew what it meant. that as she stared at him, he was being judged, for not seeking options that were only doomed to fail.

“so this is your answer?”

“you have given me no choice.”

azem’s was a thunderous fury. that her aether would linger, long after she had stormed off. fingerprints, on the handle. a reminder, that all he had tried to save would leave him. so he calls: “tha—!” hand outstretched, his own mask discarded alongside hers. a show of solidarity? a consideration? like many things he found himself doing in her presence, it was not enough.

“do not call me by name again, hades.” whip crack of a sentence, over her shoulder. a demand.

the sigil of azem is all that remains, burned into the door. his jury. his executioner. all that remains. emet does not remember greeting his seat once more, he does not remember holding the mask of azem, as close as it could be. hades does not remember how he weeped.

#ffxiv #ch: emet-selch #oc: azem #post: fanfic

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ardberts · 1 year

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The First Bookstore - Ch. 1

Title: The First Bookstore Rating: M. Genre: Romantic Comedy Chapter: 01/?? Pairing: Emet-Selch x WoL, and honestly too many more to list. Notes: The Galvus family tree was ripped up and taped back together to fit the setting. This fic an AU in every sense of the genre, please look forward to it.

Summary:

After the death of its previous owner, The First Bookstore is reopened under the management of the Warrior of Light, who has next to no business or retail experience and even less cash. Meanwhile, across the city, the Galvus & Sons corporation readies itself to buy out all the locally-owned bookstores in the area and replace them with their own megastore - Empire Books. When the Warrior of Light falls for Galvus & Sons' star associate disguised as a regular bookstore customer, both have to reconcile with their feelings for each other as well as their careers.

A romantic comedy heavily inspired by You've Got Mail set in an alternate universe where Sharlayan is NYC and the Ascians are an evil corporation hellbent on taking over local businesses. Featuring an all-star cast of pretty much every main character in the FFXIV universe as well as guest appearances by members of The Pudding Way FC, this fic is going to be my happy escape while I work on much darker stories. There will be 90s love song lyrics, there will be hijinks, and there will be Emet-Selch in glasses, a business suit, and a tie.