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fleurarmor · 1 year
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Skybuilders Sounds: Ambient Noise to Relax, Study and Sleep to
No talk, only soup (for the soup primal), mining and chill. Because legit sometimes I miss the old days of spending every waking moment in either the Firmament or Diadem and want that aesthetic ambient noise.
3 Hours of Diadem Mining Ambient Noise/Music
30 Minutes of Chill Daytime Crafting Ambient Noise/Music
30 Minutes of Chill Nighttime Crafting Ambient Noise/Music
30 Minutes of Bustling Crafting Ambient Noise/Music
Ishgard Restoration Fate Crafting Ambient Noise/Music
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The Ishgardian Restoration - A Community in the works!
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Good Morning, tumblr and friends!
Francy here, or, Francel Mun.
As some of you may be idly aware, I have been slowly making my way through the Firmament grind, steadily on the way to the Pteranodon mount. However, the Diadem slog is long, lonely, and tedious, and in terms of Skyward point allotment, somewhat unrewarding. The Expert crafts are more bearable, but it is still a lonesome endeavor.
In that vein, I had an idea that perhaps it would be nice to build a community centered around Crafting and Gathering, and, while specifically having the Restoration in mind, it need not entirely be just that. So, I have organized, and, am in the process of growing a discord community specific to the Diadem, and Firmament crafting with a social nature in mind. Whether you want to commiserate, level, or mentor and assist, there are roles to choose from, and friends to make. Or, even if you should just like to quietly lurk, and read, and see what is contributed in the social channels, this is alright, as well!
The discord is not limited to just those present on the Crystal data center, as parallel crafting and gathering is possible, and DC travel is achieved. It is possible to be from different DCs and enter the Diadem (but not the Firmament).
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If you would like to discuss joining, please feel free to send me a private message. In order to negate the possibility of bots joining, I will not be linking the discord in this post.
Reblogs and sharing this post in some manner would be greatly appreciated! Supporting those going for this achievement is my goal, and hopefully, even after we reach our goals, we can keep this community alive to help others walking the path, later. Whether you are just starting, have been slowly working on it when you can, or, really putting the pedal to metal, we would love to have you!
Thank you for your time, and consideration!
-Francy
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/showleft anyway it’s all of eyrie’s children !
from L to R: aoife, sver, ol’ver, bijou, bisha and halvi
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dragons-bones · 5 months
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so I got really lazy during 6.4 about keeping up with my Splendorous Tools and then when I wasn't doing prog with the static I was off playing Palia, but then the crafting hyperfixation hit me yesterday, so.
gonna be busy until Dawntrail.
(final Splendorous Tools quests at least cute as fuck, Grenoldt/Mowen 4eva)
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wavetomuse · 11 months
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“you knew him best”
plus a lighthearted ghostchefant (when ur best friends don’t know how to cope w/ grief properly)
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myrfing · 10 months
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cotanks. dance partners. the astro giving you cards. the long lost art of the melee giving you goad. cohealers that are actually tracking each other’s cds. all this pales in comparison to the sexual tension between you and the other top dps in an alliance raid while everyone else is like what is up with those two tryhards.
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formerhell · 4 months
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fuck it. we can go to space in our free time yea
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mimble-sparklepudding · 8 months
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Send 🍾 to see them doing or wearing something associated with celebration or success.
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I do like me a good celebration!
(I'm not sure that Humble's koala feels the same, possibly the people in animal costumes scared him?)
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placesyoucallhome · 1 year
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I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back The less I give the more I get back Ooh, your hands can heal, your hands can bruise I don't have a choice, but I still choose you
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cyazurai · 2 years
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is it weird that i'm missing the Ishgard restoration competition?
i miss the camaraderie of those in the Diadem, low on sleep, shouting egg...
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thecarlinecanopy · 3 months
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I'm glad that I'm taking the time to level up Kehda's alt jobs, even ones I have no plans on using in dungeons/trials/raids with real people, because I keep finding ones that I keep asking myself, "Why didn't I choose this to be my main job?"
Of course, I know the reasons why I didn't choose them (couldn't remember which red mage spells gave what kind of mana, didn't want to wait on the MSQ to catch summoner up, felt uncomfortable bringing melee jobs into dungeons with real people until leveling two jobs with MSQ only became too tedious, etc.) but I'm still kicking myself for not giving them more of a chance, especially since I'm turning out not to like the job I'd started as and had put so much effort into keeping the same level as the MSQ without bringing it into dungeons.
I guess that's what alt characters are for, I guess. The only problem will be choosing which job will be my main for that character.
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nagunkgunk · 6 months
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Honestly the whole dragon thing in ffxiv becomes so much more ridiculous when you learn that dragons technically aren’t native to Etheirys, they’re straight up aliens from the literal dragon planet.
yknow when its revealed midgardsormr brought 7 eggs to the star/hydaelyn i thought "oh! they're from another dimension! the dragon dimension <3" since its alrdy established that the void is a different plane etc. and the dragonstar is probably just some magical/important constellation thing for dragons :3
but. no. he flew through space from The Dragonstar. he's an alien. dragon blood turns you into a dragonmutant. (which miiiight be corporeal aether corruption BUT ALSO MAYBE JUST A DRAGON THING?????)
and then their growth/adaptivity is so funny. ehll tou is in ishgard for idk a month half a year however long the ishgard restoration is and grows like 10 times the size and develops DRAGONTHUMBS bc she was hanging around with doh/dol types. she did more growing than a regular dragonet does in a century all because she was friends with nondragons and crafting stuff? leucrotta the azys lla s rank is a "coeurl dragon"? coeurl dragons ditched their wings and just copied coeurls to hunt better in meracydia????
god i love ffxiv dwagons
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tainbocuailnge · 3 months
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Hey, sorry to send an ask without us knowing each other 😅
But I just saw you in the tags in the post about jrpg translations, saying that FF14 has better translations in other languages.
Can you talk more about that?😊
I played in English before and it was okay. I tried German too, but was a bit disappointed. So hearing you say that, I'm genuinely curious to hear more!
I've been replaying msq in german and wrapped up tsukuyomi just yesterday and it's insane the extent to which german is more thematically consistent and has stronger and more nuanced characterisation than english. i think the german script is more poetic too, despite english trying so much harder to sound flowery and important. I've been translating bits and pieces to my friends and I keep feeling like I'm presenting them with that botched jesus painting restoration because I just don't know how to convey how beautifully constructed some of these sentences are. the german translation team are genuinely very good writers.
as an example of what kind of differences we're dealing with here, and since it's what I finished most recently, in german from the start there's a lot more emphasis on how it was systematic mistreatment from the "good old" doma that lead yotsuyu to where she is, and that her cruelty is specifically retribution for the way doma has failed her (as opposed to english trying to frame it as in large part to satisfy her personal sadistic impulses). gosetsu is repeatedly shown to be sympathetic towards her for this even while she's actively trying to hurt and kill him (as opposed to english having him be sarcastically dismissive of her), which makes it make way more sense that he'd take tsuyu in his care later even without the "also she reminds him of his dead daughter" bit (that they do still tack on at the end but doesn't feel like a handwave excuse as much because of aforementioned consistent sympathy).
in english hien has several lines showing he's hostile to and wary of tsuyu and waiting for the right opportunity to kill her, but in german hien brings up killing tsuyu one (1) time and when gosetsu argues for her right to live hien agrees, and the difficulty in keeping her around is not his personal dislike but that it's hard to guarantee her safety when the doman people will want violent retribution in turn (in clear parallel to lyse trying to keep fordola from getting lynched without a fair trial). because german hien is not constantly talking about how he wishes he could just kill yotsuyu for her crimes, it doesn't read as pathetically incompetent of him to let her sneak out of the mansion multiple times because he was treating her as harmless citizen of doma instead of an enemy of the state (because german in general emphasises a lot that she SHOULD have had a place in doma), and her backstory is taken seriously as part of his motivation to create a better doma that she perhaps could've had a peaceful life in
there are many cases like this where german displays a nuance that english doesn't, and from very early on. in english arr cid ran away from the empire out of moral disagreements, in german it's clear that he also holds a complicated resentment over losing his father to project meteor and then his replacement father figure gaius to a similar mad search for power, something that in english doesn't come up until all the way in shadowbringers with bozja. in english castrum meridianum livia says she's going to kill you because gaius is hers, in german she's mad at you because you killed her friend mr cape westwind and is going to kill you before you can take gaius from her too.
in german heavensward thordan sounds much more convinced of his principles. when you defeat him in english he's horrified of how you could possibly overcome the amount of faith he's powered by, in german he's horrified that the future of ishgard will be thrown into chaos in the name of your pursuit of truth. gaius sounds more convinced of the ideals he spouts too, and it feels more plausible that he has people willing to die for him and his ideals. in german the similarities between nidhogg and estinien are clearer, and when nidhogg possesses him he insidiously frames it as an act of kindness.
in german, many random moments of misogyny in the english script outright don't exist. matoya doesn't make fun of alphinaud for looking like a girl. alphinaud isn't dismissive of alisaie in binding coils. most of the lines in english that insult or dismiss yotsuyu as an evil whore don't exist in german, and lines that weren't about her at all in english turn out to express sympathy towards her in german. in english hydaelyn had minfilia fuse with her by force, in german it was minfilia's idea. in english i was bothered by lyse being made head of the resistance because she sounds so unsure of what to do and think right until the end, in german she's full of conviction and clarity of purpose. I'm sincerely convinced the english team hates women.
because german doesn't go out of its way to sound like some kind of ancient wizard prophecy at every turn, several scenes which in english were confusing convey their information clearly in german (I'm particularly thinking about the minfilia anitower scene here). characters talk clearly and with a lot of personality that english fails to achieve because everyone has to speak faux old english. and because most characters talk like real people instead of ancient wizards in german it's extra cute that urianger does in fact talk like an ancient wizard.
as a more personal gripe, I have noticed several moments where the english script centers the warrior of light and their importance and struggles, while in german those scenes where about, like, the character the scene is about. german wol is still hydaelyn's favourite freak of nature and everyone loves them obviously, but as the example most fresh in my memory there's the scene in early post-stb where you visit fordola in her cell and she unwillingly looks into wol's past thanks to her fake echo. in english, she asks wol how they can bear all the suffering other people have put them through. in german, she asks how wol manages to stay sane when the echo makes you so deeply aware of the suffering of others. in the flashback of her past you see in that scene the german script also mentions that her face tattoo is an ala mhigan design, which makes it clearer than it was in english that she was specifically trying to rise the ranks of the imperial military as ala mhigan and makes her motivations more coherent - namely wanting to prove both the ala mhigans who hated her for being garlean and the garleans who hated her for being ala mhigan wrong by achieving success as both (and the power to lash out at both).
there have been very, very few moments where I actually thought the english script was better (shiva's trial lines and like, one line hien says at the steppe, that's it), and the vast majority of the time german is anywhere from about the same quality as english to just insanely better. the english script is so concerned with sounding cool and important that it becomes scared of letting characters be motivated by emotion. it's plagued by the kind of insincerity and insecurity that plagues so much of western media and leads to movie superheroes making fun of their own costumes. the english script will write one good line and then keep repeating that line ad nauseam and yet still fail to achieve the amount of internal thematic consistency the german script has, because english is relying on this handful of cool lines to carry its emotional core instead of actually letting the emotional core drive the characters. combined with the consistent pattern of dumbing down and/or vilifying female characters frankly I want to beat koji fox with hammers.
I'm actually very curious what about the german script disappointed you. the german voice acting is not good so if that's what turned you off I completely get it (I play with jp voices myself) but that's separate from the actual writing. these kind of things will ultimately always come down to personal preference so i won't judge but as you can tell from these several paragraphs i feel very strongly about the quality of the german script so I find it hard to imagine why you think that
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vierandancer · 8 months
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@diademreigned
There had been an undeniable shift in Meiko since the battle at Ghimlyt. As horrified as she had been at each and every Scion's fall into their mysterious comatose state, she had held out the hope that her brother could figure out how to restore their companions after the battle against Garlemald was won.
He was the Warrior of Light, after all. The real one. The original. Although she, too, had somehow gained Hydaelyn's Blessing after Thordan's defeat, the title never felt like it fit her. She asked the Scions keep knowledge of her role a private matter; a secret back-up plan if necessary.
A back-up for what? For nothing. Nothing, because A'kihiko would never fail. Even his losses were but temporary, and although her contributions were often grouped among his by the public, she took shelter in the anonymity. She was the Warrior of Light's sister. She was a Scion. She didn't need to be any more than that, and never would.
Until that wave of soul-ripping agony at Raubahn's war table was accompanied by the sickening slump of flesh and armor. Until her brother lay at her feet, motionless as the dead while soldiers cried out at Zenos' approach...
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Meiko had been confined to bedrest in Ishgard's infirmary for almost two weeks, having nearly succumbed to her injuries in the fight with Elidibus. And when she was not being checked in on by chirurgeons or in a dead sleep herself there was no one to speak with or distract her from her thoughts.
Fear. Frustration. Regret, most of all, not only for what she was helpless over, but for what she had left unsaid. Outside of her brother and the twins, it was difficult for her to approach the other Scions without feeling a measure of embarrassment. Fear of making a fool out of herself in front of Y'shtola, of not knowing what to say to Urianger, and even her early friendship with Thancred had turned vaguely awkward after the loss of Minfilia.
She was always in her own head, assuming that others thought little or ill of her, if anything at all. A well-meaning, troublesome shadow of A'kihiko, who only ever contributed violence and an uncultured point of view, rarely able to keep up with the talk of aether and politic. Truly, she cared deeply for each and every one of them, but never felt she had permission to say so out loud or directly.
It was only as she lay there, bound up in blankets and unable to take a breath without pain, that she bothered to ask herself why. Why, and what did it matter, so long as she knew that the others knew she cared? Why had it taken losing the Scions to get her to see how much she wanted to be closer with them?
She was not A'kihiko. She was not a Hero. But she was the only one, it appeared, who could bring the Scions back to the world that still desperately needed them. No more avoiding the inevitable.
"So what you're sayin' is, if you'd summoned my brother correctly, there wouldn' have been any reason t'call me, is that it?"
It might have been rude to put it that way, but this newfound drive in Meiko had no time to dance around the implications. The Exarch had paused, perhaps surprised by the directness or hoping not to upset their supposed last hope, but eventually conceded.
"That is correct. If both A'kihiko's body and soul would have made it through the rift intact, then we would have proceeded with our plan. Although he does still possess the Blessing of Light to protect him, I did not want to risk his soul being vulnerable to the Lightwarden's corruption."
And although it confirmed Meiko's thoughts of being second choice, she appreciated the Exarch's honesty. It made him easier to trust.
When the time came to decide who she would reunite with first, Meiko of course wanted to run to her brother straightaway; but upon hearing he was working with Alisaie in Ahm Araeng while Alphinaud labored alone in Kholusia, she felt obligated to look after the twin that was on his own. And so she did, and gained a better understanding of the state of the First firsthand.
It was not good. And she found herself all the more distressed by the undeniable similarities she could not help but notice between that region and her home of La Noscea. Even the opulent Eulmore had a air of familiarity around it that just didn't feel right.
Nothing about this world felt right. Knowing how much time had passed since the Scions had arrived here, too, made her ill. But she could not linger on what she could not change.
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"S'good to see you again, Alisaie." Meiko had reunited with the Elezen and her brother while they were out on Sin Eater patrol outside of the Inn. Of course, there was little time to really talk as they had to dispatch a handful of the accursed pale bastards as soon as they did.
But they were back at the inn now, and for a moment, they could rest. She had only had a few minutes to hug A'kihiko upon their arrival before he found a new task that needed assistance, but that was fine -- so long as he was alive and well before her, she could wait until they returned to the Crystarium to talk. Alisaie, though -- she was here and unoccupied, and Meiko was going to dote on her just as much as she had Alphinaud when she saw him again.
"I appreciate you keepin' my brother alive in my absence."
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myreia · 6 months
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Been ages since I've had writing to share, so I'm dumping a bunch at once! Tagging @thevikingwoman @roguelioness @allaganexarch @impossible-rat-babies @galadae @hylfystt @lilas @coldshrugs @bearlytolerant and anyone else who would like to. I'd love to see what you're working on! 💖 ~ 1000 words from an endless FFXIV Wolmeric fic I'm working on, specifically a re-working of the dinner date scene in Heavensward.
“Forgive me if this is strange to say,” Aymeric continues, reaching for the decanter and finishes filling his glass. “But I would rather you come as you are, not what you think you should be.”
She pauses. “What do you mean?”
“The dress you spoke of. Frankly, I do not care what you see fit to dress yourself in, nor how closely you choose to follow Ishgardian customs. It would make my heart heavy indeed to see you forgo the very essence of yourself and trade it for traditions that are not your own. I would not argue we besmirch custom and culture wholly and throw them to the wolves, but rather I do not believe their sanctity should go unquestioned. One must take part in tradition out of choice, not obligation. Traditions are precious and deserve to be celebrated, but to embrace them blindly does not equate respect in my eyes. There will always be those for whom tradition fails, and those who tradition forgot.”
He exhales a long breath and lays a hand on the table near his glass. “Perhaps you count yourself among them, more at home amongst the good people of the Brume then the lords and ladies of the High Houses. I can lay no blame at your feet for preferring the Forgotten Knight to the Pillars when some here see your very existence as an affront to the fantasy they deem a civilized society. Regardless, you have notoriety and grand stories of your accomplishments precede you. To some, you are as much a fixture of this era of restoration as the House of Lords and the House of Commons, or the efforts of the good overseers and caretakers of the Firmament. But as wont as the people are to place the Warrior of the Light upon a pedestal, so too are they to forget there is a very real woman at the heart of those tales. I shall not. You cannot be anything other than yourself, and I will not ask it of you.”  
She raises her head and meets his eyes, her heart throbbing in her chest. Gods, why must he be like this? What has she done to deserve a friendship like his?
“Perhaps it is something we share, then,” she suggests, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
He blinks, startled, and chortles to cover his surprise. “We do?” he asks.
“Aymeric, consider what you have accomplished. My hand may have brought an end to Nidhogg’s wrath, but it is you who had the conviction to pull Ishgard out of this war. Break down the walls this country encased itself in for centuries. Bring an end to the cycle—”
“It was not I who should be accredited with such deeds, but rather men and women far greater than myself. Lord Haurchefant and Estinien and Ysayle, to say nothing of yourself. I can still see you there on the Steps of Faith, striding fearlessly towards the wyrm. It is not a moment I will soon forget.”
“You place too much importance on it—”
“You think I say that as a commander commending his greatest general for feats in battle. It is not so rote as that. Ishgard held its breath that day and you—”
She exhales sharply. “Would you let me finish?”
He bows his head. “Of course,” he says, unable to hide his smile. “Consider me suitably chastised.”
Aureia pauses, twisting her hands together beneath the table. What can she say to get her point across? Whenever she pushes the importance of his political maneuvers, he seems keen on derailing the point to praise her actions in combat. Perhaps that is the soldier in him or the rhetoric of Halone, though in Ishgard, they are often one and the same. The fast and dazzling heroism of victory in battle will always trump the slow, tedious work of reform.
She turns her head, her gaze wandering the dining room as she gives herself time to think. Lights dance on the opposite wall, drawing her eye to the hearth and its crackling flames. A set of portraits hang above the mantlepiece, depicting a wise Elezen noble and his wife. Grey-haired, strong features, kind eyes… These must be his adoptive parents. The former viscount and viscountess. By all accounts they loved him dearly, placing no blame on him for his accident of birth.
He has spoken little of them. Considering her difficulties with her own family, she would never want to press the matter. But she can’t help to wonder how much of him came from them. He may have called Thordan Father in those final days, but his true father—the man who raised him—is remembered here, his memory hanging proudly upon the wall.
If there is anything she knows all too well, it is that family is a very different thing from blood.
“When the whole nation looks to you, what do they see?” Aureia says finally. “On one hand, the commander who did not come from noble stock. The bastard who stood in the face of bloody tradition and sought another path. The reckless fool who defies century of tradition. On the other, the viscount who has nothing but love for his country. A noble man and a man of righteous faith, for whom there is no sacrifice too great if it means bringing Ishgard to the dawn of a new day. Aymeric, you are as much an enigma to your nation as I am. If they forget the Warrior of Light is a living, breathing person with blood in her veins, then so it is true for the Lord Commander. You are an ideal to them, at once a traditionalist to be trusted and a maverick to be praised. A visionary.”
She takes a breath and forges ahead. “But the problem with ideals is that they are just that. Ideals. The work ahead of you will be longer and more grueling than fighting any dragon. My duty is done the moment my enemy is felled, but yours is just beginning. There will come a time when your people will see you not as the ideal they believe, but the man you are. And, in my experience, people do not like to see their fantasies broken.”   
His gaze passes over her, blue eyes piercing and stern. For a moment, she wonders whether she has upset him, but then his expression breaks into a blinding smile. “Eloquently put,” he says, running a thumb across the stem of his glass. “Are you certain you are not fit for public speaking?”
She rolls her eyes. “Fuck, no.”
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