#ff14 parody

[akakumoeteru]

I drew some wedding-themed profile pictures to match with my friend @ganen-cheese recently! We drew one set in traditional red and one set in modern white of WX blowing kisses at each other! Please see Cheese's half here where they've drawn a super cute WWX in red and a super handsome LWJ in white to match my set!!😘❤️ (The poses for these are based off of the /dote emote in FF14 for male Viera and male Lalafel respectively!)

#魔道祖師 #忘羨 #mdzs #wangxian #my art #my art 2023 #jp online gathering events #80以下略 #modern au #parody #ff14 parody

[michichibis]

CarBean? Fall Guy

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#michichibis #michi chibis #carbean #chibi #chibi art #chibi style #cute #kawaii #ff14 #ffxiv #fall guy #fall guys #fall guys parody #parody #ffxiv parody #ff14 parody #carbuncle #carbuncle skin

[diadoescomics]

A parody of Tom Cardy's "Mixed Messages" ( specifically the music video) that will make absolutely no sense to anyone outside my friend group but i've been bet sick for yet another 2 weeks so here we are!

I married a menace

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #tom cardy #parody #mixed messages #sketches #sorry to anyone who has no idea what this is about #just know that if you're on EU serves and ever get into an alliance roulette with us my catsband will shoot at you first chance he gets #he's not even sorry and neither am i tbh

[marina0521]

#illustration #one piece #trafalgar law #donquixote rosinante #final fantasy14 #ff14 #parody

[goldfishu]

FFXIV AC - Shard Crossing

#ffxiv #ff14 #animal crossing parody #emet selch #exarch #zenos #graha tia #wolchan #fanart

[trollkarubyffxiv]

The team so far!

#ffxiv #trollkaruby #alisaie #alphinaud #urianger #thancred #yshtola #my art #parody #chibi #ff14 #artists on tumblr

[rusted-art]

hiii i made a lagtrain parody with emet for funsies pls enjoy

carrd | twitch

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #emet selch #animation #video #parody #hades ffxiv #fanart #Youtube

[regniersoldati]

The Genie of the Lamp

"Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it."

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv hyur #ffxiv oc #ff14 gpose #ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #gpose #male hyur #male viera #disney #aladdin #genie of the lamp #opo-opo #monkey #parody #satire #dark disney #I said i was going to do it #make my friend into a genie #especially because he's blue #and I won a glam contest with this #we stay winning

[malicefay-art]

#ff14 #FFXIV #gpose #GPOSER #GPOSERS #ffxivglamour #eorzeacollection #editing #lighting #gaming #mmorpg #cosplay #parody #street fighter

[akakumoeteru]

MDZS ✕ critically acclaimed MMORPG FINAL FANTASY XIV that has a free trial up to level 60 including the Heavensward expansion!

#魔道祖師 #忘羨 #mdzs #wangxian #my art #my art 2021 #parody #ff14 parody #we're backdating this but #actually the free trial goes up to level 70 now #and includes the stormblood expansion #this is so nostalgic haha #i remember doodling this while watching the fanfest keynote for endwalker #i want to do another set for dawntrail #wwx would look so cool as viper #just waiting on the announcement for that other job now lmao #i want to draw wx as all the ff14 jobs eventually but #one day #backdate later

[luxwing]

I didn't realize FF14 just had a massive Gundam parody in the middle of the Shadowbringers extra trials but I am so fucking here for it Squeenix where's my real life G-Warrior MG Kit at?????

I'd build the FUCK out of this

[abimee]

its basically a parody at this point that i say that ff14 can make me start bawling my eyes out irl over any cutscene if they play dynamis during it and besides when they tried doing that to make me sympathise with garleans (did not work my act as a hater overrides it) it is still true for everywhere else. anyway this was both msq and side content

#IT WORKS EVERY TIME. EVERY TIME!!!!

[kaedeichinose]

ok im going to be a normal now and say the dude who makes those funny ff14 animations vexes me bc he makes the most lovingly executed parody videos in full 3d and then will react to basic plot points with sheer awe. what do you mean you didnt know solus was zenos' great grandpa. you made like a 5 minute video about the man. this isnt a dunk it just baffles me.

#i cant imagine putting that much effort into those comedy bits for a game i do not pay attention to

[pyrrhesia]

FF14 - Dream Duel

Part 2. Again, Tumblr's moronic textblock ruling makes for a couple of awkward line breaks.

Violet eyes flicker open. And as vision returns to Ysabet, the first thing she can make out is her hands. One curled up close to her chest, the other sprawling, spread to its fullest reach, around where a woman could be, arguably should be, but is not. She closes her eyes once again, lets out a sigh. She never quite knows what company she'll have the pleasure of keeping. In her younger days, she coiled a hand around every breast worth squeezing, but now… she finds, increasingly, a domestic streak. She does not have the partner that a domestic streak suits. Hlessi Inle has not lost her wanderlust. Some nights, she vanishes before the dawn; other times, she slips into Ysabet's arms overnight, without the sorceress so much as noticing. It is worth it, a thousand times worth it. They share conversations and moments and understandings nobody else could come close to. But it comes at a cost. Hlessi wanders and, Ysabet knows, there have been times she has thrown herself into her work, dead to the people around her. It is simply the way of things. But a yearning is only natural. Up, then, up. Up. She drags herself from her bed, sits back on it, groans. Often, apprentices hoping to curry favour with her will bring her coffee. And there was an understanding reached with Idyllshire's finest baker, so good bread, at least, is always close to hand. She hauls herself up, curses an aching knee that never quite healed right - after, granted, being smashed in by a raging dragon, a fairly good excuse - examines herself in the mirror with a faux-critical eye before concluding there is nothing to complain about, no, nothing at all… "Master Sable!" Ysabet tears herself from her preening. It would be some sport for some supplicant to burst in on her like this, probably in some way add to her mystique. Perhaps make him fawn all the more… "What?" Any spell is broken by her cracked voice. She needs coffee, above all else. Something, anything, to drag her from her stupor… "Another viera's come to the Grove." "It has been known to happen. She can wait for--" "She demands to see you, Master!" A hesitation. "She… demands?" Ysabet parrots back, incredulous. "Who presumes to demand anything of me, in this place?" "She said she was… she was your master, Ysabet. That she was Ljda Camoa." The apprentice heard a sharp gasp behind the door, and then silence. But just as he began to fear, the voice came back, commanding, resolute. "Watch her, but do not lay a hand on her. I shall take care of this." Perhaps that ironclad certainty could pass for armour. The apprentice certainly hoped so, as he scurried down to raise the alarm.

Some minutes prior, a tall, spindly figure shambles into the Grove's outskirts. She was being watched, she knew. To any human eye, Tulque seemed unguarded, but to a viera… even in this unnatural parody of natural order, Ljda could sense where the sentries lay in wait, feel their eyes boring into her. Some were of people familiar to her, others not. A couple were males. She chuckles, softly. Of course Mrdja felt she knew better than millennia of tradition. Of course. Never quite as intelligent as she thought herself, that girl… And she curses herself for the thousandth time. For choosing her as an apprentice, letting Mrdja's aptitude blind her to her shortcomings. Most of all, for encouraging her dreams to leave the grove. It had seemed like a kindness, and the damnable thing was, on her own initiative, Mrdja had been determined to grit through her wanderlust and stay, for the good of Camoa!

It had been Ljda who had done the kindest thing, and told her to move on. She could never have expected Mrdja to return, dripping with the glistering corruption of a world far, far removed from anything Ljda had ever seen, crashing guilelessly through the old paths and begging to return. How could she have forgotten that that could never be? Even for her? This would be a mercy. This wounded stag needed to be put down. It took some time for the first challenger to appear, an unthreatening, pale sliver of a man, smiling encouragingly. Ljda raises a brow. "So little fear," she says, through a thick accent. "Do you approach all strangers with such guileless faith?" The man does not quite know what to do with this. Not afraid, but now, off-balance. "You are not the first viera to arrive here, not by any stretch." Ljda smiles. "I know. I can sense the others watching me. Perhaps that is the source of your confidence, knowing that if I so much as flick an ear in your direction, I shall be shot from two dozen directions in a flash, yes? Never knowing more than the faint whisper of released fletching… were I a petty bandit, or one of the unclean men of Idyllshire." The man decides he should at last speak. "I had only thought to welcome you to Tulque, the Great Library." "Tulque." She tastes the word on her tongue. It is not to her liking. Two syllables interlaced with hidden meaning in the Rava tongue that no doubt Ysabet thought clever. "Hm." "May I ask why you have come?" "I have business with your master." The man studies her more carefully. In the distance, Ljda can hear arrows nocked to bowstrings. "What manner of business? I was not told to expect visitors, and your face is not known to me." "You are not of importance. She will know, unless she truly has forgotten everything of her people." "Uh." "Tell her, pawn. Tell her Ljda Camoa, her master, awaits." The man swallows. An anxious, telling look up at the sentries, though he betrays no evidence he can see them, nesting in the overgrowth of the stronghold. He must simply trust that they are there, as he turns his back… "I'll have to ask you to stay here." An ironic chuckle. "Fear not. I shall not take any step closer to that impostor tree." Until she has dealt with Mrdja. Then, she shall deal with it, and anyone else in her way. The man scurries away, and she waits, and waits, and more eyes pop out from the fringes. More viera, some armed, some not. Many pilgrims, a couple of children. Ljda begins to feel a slight twitch of discomfort, and subtly gathers some power to her, ready to escape should their loyalty to 'Ysabet' prove too strong. But she has to trust. Trust that Mrdja would command she be unharmed. Whether through residual fondness or, perhaps more realistic, arrogance. And then…

… she is there. Flattering gasps follow her trail. She wears silk robes of teal, a slate-grey cloak sweeping behind, tight, efficient long gloves. A golden circlet with a single jade inset keeps her billowing, waist-length hair from her eyes. Yet her feet are bare, and every step causes the bloom of flowers in the wake of her tread. In her hand she bears the greatmace Læraðr, gnarled umber bark spiralling up the shaft before twisting around a great jade, glowing softly. Most pilgrims have never seen it, and of those who have, few have seen it brought to bear. Ljda chuckles. "You misjudge your audience, Mrdja. Am I meant to tremble at this show of vanity? Or is it for the benefit of your fawning supplicants?" Ysabet smiles, with little humour. "It is good to see you again, Ljda. The years have been kind." "For one of us, perhaps. You've grown fat," she spits out, meaning so much more than that. Decadent, slow, corrupted by ways not her own. "And you have grown old," responds Ysabet coolly, just as layered. Outmoded. Complacent. Unnecessary. But it hurts her to speak this way. A great respect lies beneath the surface, barely suppressed; but suppress it, she does. She cannot afford to give ground, here of all places. "The natural twilight of a life lived well." "Lived?" Ysabet barks out a laugh. "Within the narrow confines of a single grove? Yes, I once thought that was 'living', too…" "Yet you sought to return." Ysabet snorts, but has no response. "And, once spurned, to build your own pale imitation." Ljda looks around, disgust writ plain on her face. " "It takes time," says Ysabet, softly. "The work will outlive me. You taught me that much, Ljda. You taught me well." "Not well enough, Mrdja. Else you would not have considered this folly." "Mm. Perhaps not so much as the land. Was that not another of your lessons, master?" The word startles all around. Said with as much bitterness as could be mustered, yes; but a show of deference, all the same. "Country is its own teacher. And I have strode nations, Ljda, continents, worlds… taken all that they sought to teach me." "I have read your mad ravings," says Ljda. "Were they supposed to impress me?" "I saw the truth, committed it to paper. Make of it what you will, but do not doubt that." Ljda snorts. "You would say or do anything, Mrdja, if it was for approval. For respect. That was always your flaw, and I curse myself for never seeing it. Little wonder I find you in an edifice to your own glory, surrounded by fawning apprentices." Ysabet takes half a step back, the words leaving a mark, but Ljda steps forward-- "Call it whatever you will, Mrdja, but never claim this bastard offshoot is a true reflection of home! To say as much betrays you, either to be deluded and ignorant enough to believe it, or as a charlatan, determined to pass it off as truth to those too foolish to know better!" "It will grow," says Ysabet, hand shaking around Læraðr. "I will torch it. After I destroy you. My student." She spits the word. Gasps all around, and a few more likely apprentices go for their weapons, renegade viera reaching for their weapons-- "No!" Ysabet barks, holding up a hand, but she can think of nothing more to say. "She… I will handle this." "Will you, now." "No, Ljda, you… you cannot mean to kill me." Ysabet laughs, a sudden shock of disbelief. Another long stride forward. "I must. I sensed the corruption in you when you tried to return to Camoa. An incident," she adds drily, "one cannot help but notice you omitted from your precious Annals. Are some truths too hard for you to bear?" "To be loathed, feared… for whatever reason, outcast by my own people?" She laughs, bitterly. "How could they not be? And now, my own teacher exiles herself to murder me. So deluded, she thinks she does it for love." And Ljda lies. "There can be no room for love." "You thought it was mercy. I have no doubt, you would put me down tenderly, master, but I am not ready for the axe, yet." Her grip tightens white around Læraðr. "You shall not destroy what I have built. And you shall not claim me."

Ljda's cloak slips from her shoulders as she steps forward, in the traditional garb befitting her station, the green veil and drapes, the ochre body-paint, and the staff, that staff, the symbol of office Ysabet had so often eyed with envy, the one she had crafted, the one she would be buried with, lashing out, now, commanding wisps and spirits to strike out-- -- a sweeping gesture, Ysabet slaps them aside. Another assault, rebel vines snaking down from above, and Ysabet kills them with a thought, and sweeps aside the next burst of pure energy, angles herself back from a shard of concentrated air aimed squarely at her heart, and above, she can hear the anxious chittering of her charges, why is she not fighting back? Is she so pinned down? Well, of course she must step up her efforts for the audience. She would hate to be upstaged on home turf, and when the fury of the Sun itself is turned on her, she stares into it, steals it for herself, and hears the faintest catch of Ljda's breath -- at last, she has exhibited a power beyond what Ljda thought her capable of -- and lashes out with it. Her master steps back, repels and ripostes, counterthrust caught in a following strike from Ysabet, and for a moment the two are clashed in a battle of wills as their minds intertwine. And what Ljda sees--

horrors from lands far beyond, echoes of the dead from civilisations passed, a marble heart, thick white blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, the death rattle of gods, the debt of dragons, eyes closed in the void and the decision made, to die that the rest may live, but even then, she lingers on as others winnow away, destined to be all but alone with her thoughts

-- throws her back, and Ysabet hesitates for a fraction of a second. Near-fatal, as a giant slab of marble hurtles towards her, but she focuses her energy and shatters it with a blow of her mace as it comes to claim her. Ljda regathers herself, but Ysabet tires of holding herself back -- and, to a mix of emotions, realises Ljda has held nothing back. With seething hate and, yes, the embers of disappointed love, Ljda comes at Ysabet again and again, but each time her mastery of the elements is swept away, each of her blows finds itself outmuscled and outthought, her endurance waning, her speed lacking, as Ysabet steps, inexorably, forward, coming closer and closer to casting her out from the grove. And Ljda realises, with dawning horror, what Mrdja meant by country being her teacher. Perhaps in Camoa, it would be different. Perhaps not even there. For while the wind may be at Ysabet's back in this land, the fledgling Green Whisper in her service, it is not Tulque that empowers her, but the scars of her travels. Ysabet steps forward again, and all she has seen in her travels steps with her, distilled and channelled into an extension of her will and a gentle word, and Ljda's guard, desperately thrown up as the tides begin to turn, is shattered by a blow with a form no witness to the duel can perceive, yet leaves Ljda screaming in frustration and agony nonetheless. It has spilled no blood, left no scar, yet as Ljda sinks to her knees, it seems as clear as day that the duel is won. Ysabet rests the butt of her mace against the soil, dazed by her own success, and tries to piece together what happened. No, she knows, everything she did… even if the words do not quite describe the weaving of spells, even if there is no coherent order to events like the swings of a blade, her power does not come as a surprise to her. Yet… … she looks back on Ljda, and tries not to feel pity. Ljda is worth better than pity. She was Ysabet's master. She taught Ysabet all she knew. She seemed, within the confines of Camoa, at the very bounds of mortal power.

But she is no god, not even a primal. Those, and the few fellow mortals strong enough to contend with them, Ysabet has slain. By the dozen, at this point. The revelation makes her giddy, for a fraction of a second, before sadness takes hold. That feels more appropriate. A moment of inattention, and Ljda takes advantage; in her reverie, Ysabet only realises by the gasps of the others. A sentry slips down from a vantage point. "Shall we pursue?" The thought makes Ysabet sick. "I shall handle this myself, Krjn. Here." She hands her the mace, before sweeping off into the wilds. "I shan't need a killing tool any longer, that deed is done," she mutters with disgust, just loud enough for the pilgrims to pick up, and to worry.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ysabet sable

[owawaaa]

dan and the group

#my art #my ocs #my group's ocs.. too lazy to tag them all #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #this is a parody of that muppets meme #dan #mylo #stained

[regniersoldati]

Open Happiness!

#final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv hyur #ffxiv mods #ffxiv gpose #ff14 gpose #gpose #coca cola #polar bear #commerical #parody #satire #hyur #ffxiv oc #male oc #my oc character #i was thirsty #when I did this GPOSE set #Although I do love coca-cola #please drink water