#manderville gold saucer

[salmonid-carcass]

I’m only 30k mgp away from affording the mount I want

The green boy will be mine

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ff14 #manderville gold saucer #sabotender #sabotender emperador #god just give him to me #I’ve been at this for 2 godamn months

[redroseashrey]

It will all be worth it, in the end

Ash’s youth at the Saucer took a lot of work, but he never gave up about it.

#FFXIV #ffxiv wol #ffxiv au ra #au ra raen #Manderville Gold Saucer #OC: Alhanyali 'Ash' Ashrey #Ashventures in FFXIV #gpose #WOL lore

[super-ether]

#ffxiv #manderville gold saucer

[laladventures]

Golden Godbert

#godbert manderville #lalafell #final fantasy xiv #gold saucer #yellow #ffxiv #ff14 #crowns #my wol #gpose wol #ff14 glamour #ff14 screenshots #wol gpose

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

Time is Gold ... Are you rich yet? - Make it Rain 2023

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #the manderville gold saucer #gold saucer #the make it rain #make it rain ffxiv #F'raneh Yamir #miqo'te #seeker of the sun #Liefhun Reed #Cesar Delacroix #hyur highlander #elezen wildwood

[lowtidelizard]

I designed some coasters for two of FFXIV's very special places - The Gold Saucer and The Last Dregs! They will be available in limited quantities at KupoCon Pom² this September!

I enjoyed making these - I'd like to try my hand some more "practical" merch in the future!

#ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy #gold saucer #godbert manderville #the last dregs

[malacola]

Thinking of my next move in Triple Triad…

#ffxiv elezen #ffxiv gpose #manderville mambo #gold saucer #triple triad #ffxiv #gpose #final fantasy gpose

[oograths-pizza-and-chill]

HIDDEN MINION AT THE GOLD SAUCER LIMITED TIME ENDS IN 4 DAYS!!!!!!

WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS!?!?!?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #FF14 #sabotender #gold saucer #manderville

[vergess]

Race dynamics in Eorzea (canon) are so wild because they're fundamentally different from race dynamics in Eorzea (player space).

Like, Mi'qote are the lowest rung on the racial ladder in Eorzea proper, being regularly regarded as invasive pests (seen as ala mhigans in Gridania and Ul'dah) and or kidnapped for sex trafficking (Limsa, especially the ACN quests).

Meanwhile Elezen are the top of the social ladder in most places, with Lalafell being a second contender due primarily to Ul'dah. With Roe and Hyur occupying a middle space.

Well, that and Au'ra in Eorzea being an extinct people who were all killed or driven out to existing aura territories in the east.

But then the actual player experience is so Miqo heavy, not just because of Miqo being the most common player race, but also because major recurring characters are often Miqo and also everyone is so desperately in love with G'raha and/or catboys, nyanbinary kitties, catgirls etc in general.

It's very easy to fully and completely forget.

#I'm not even getting into viera #The whole situation with rabbits being a type of insect in this world #meaning that viera are the ONLY existing creature with that kind of ears #Until loporrits #Hence how weirded out everyone was by that when viera and loporrits talk #Makes the entire Gold Saucer uniform into a VERY weird situation #Because Viera aren't as far as I can tell a particularly maligned race in game #Not in the way that miqo and aura are #So like what does that say about the uniform is the playbunny outfit like #With it's hyperbolic emphasis on being UNIVERSAL FOR ALL ETC #An attempt to replace the most identifiable racial feature #That being cat ears and dragon horns #With a more dramatic and silhouette altering alternative? #I mean OBVIOUSLY NOT #It's OBVIOUSLY just because it's hot and Godbert Manderville doesn't understand nudity #BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #IMAGINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #FFXIV #I'm on my painkillers again lads

[anbarelectrum]

“What if the walk function served a gameplay purpose?” —some game dev about to invent escort quests

“What if the walk function served a gameplay purpose but also sprinting was implicitly penalised and failure resulted in an unskippable falling animation followed by a loading screen?” —some FFXIV dev about to invent Leap of Faith

#no but seriously godbert manderville opened a portal to hell in his theme park and that hell is the falling city of nym #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv leap of faith #gold saucer #minigame hell

[divala-xiv]

My new mount! I'm so happy!

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #cactuar #mmo #mounts #manderville #gold saucer #he so glowy!

[philyaoi]

i think stardew, ffxiv, and like other more grindy games like that work better as like chillout streams. like a low-energy but comfy ffxiv stream (ideally like 2-3hrs) w dnp just doing like. roulettes or tending to their gardens, running around the manderville gold saucer... showing off their gay lil fits and mounts and minions they paid way too much money for.....wouldnt that be nice................

#perhaps even a...... #a catboy wed- #*tranq dart is shot right into my third eye

[sezja]

Undercover

"I volunteer to sleep on the floor."

"Don't be daft; have you seen the size of that bed," Guydelot says, thrusting the curtains open to let in the beautiful island sunshine. He hasn't stopped grinning since they'd received this assignment; Sanson's almost sure of it. Under vastly different circumstances, Sanson might have also welcomed the chance to spend three weeks - or more! - in a tropical paradise, with his every expense paid for by the Twin Adder... but despite appearances (and in spite of what Guydelot seems eager to believe), they are on duty.

Matron save me, what a duty.

Sanson unceremoniously drops his bags on the cabin floor beside Guydelot's, and sinks heavily to a seat on one of the generously-upholstered loveseats. Idly, anxiously, he twists the unfamiliar gold ring on his finger, pretending his hands are only sweaty due to the island heat. Fighting nausea. Failing. He struggles with the urge to snatch up one of the pillows that he might scream himself hoarse into it, letting loose all of his bewildered frustration: at this mission, at this entire situation, at himself for accepting it-

"You don't have to be so glum about it." His bardly companion, showing none of Sanson's own reservations, drops himself onto the other side of the loveseat without needing any invitation. "How often do we get a mission someplace nice, eh? At least it ain't Ishgard again. Or Garlemald." Guydelot stretches, draping one long arm across the back of the seat. "Tropical paradise, a proper beach, ocean waves to lull us to sleep-"

"And a serial murderer on the loose," Sanson cuts in, waspish. "You do recall this is no pleasure jaunt?"

Unfazed by his partner's temper - and why should he be, after five years of working together; who knows Sanson's moods better than Guydelot? - the bard grins again, holding his hands up in playful surrender. "Aye, Chief; sat through the same orders you did, didn't I? I'm just saying..." His gaze wanders toward the window again. The warm breeze wafting in carries the tang of salt, and the cries of gulls in the near distance confirms it: they're far from the familiar boughs of the Twelveswood. "I'm just saying," Guydelot continues, letting his hand fall back behind Sanson again, giving a lock of his hair a teasing tug. "The Cieldalaes are a damn sight better than Abalathia."

Some of Sanson's indignation cools. He sighs, resting his face in his hands. Muffled, he says, "I know. 'Tis only..."

Gods, but it's only a dozen things, isn't it? Sanson has never needed to serve undercover before this, nor did he ever wish to do so; he is no actor, and this requires some skill at thinking on his feet...

But the Maelstrom required aid from someone not known to miscreants native to Vylbrand, for a hunt that's left even the vaunted - albeit dubious, to Sanson's rigid view of the law - Rogues' Guild stymied. And so they'd turned to the Order of the Twin Adder, desperate for fresh faces to put an end to the grisly string of gruesome killings happening in a most unlikely place.

A pair of retired adventurers had purchased one of the many desirable Cieldalaes islands... and industriously set about turning it into a couples' retreat, transforming their own considerable fortunes into comfort and luxury for lovebirds all across Eorzea. What had begun as a modest venture had evolved into a truly high-end experience, rivaling that of the Manderville Gold Saucer, or even the most palatial estates of Ul'dah - of a certainty, the sort of accommodations Sanson and Guydelot couldn't hope to afford without the substantial backing of the Twin Adder. It lured in wealthy couples by the hundreds from as far as Kugane, eager to bask in the romantic island surroundings, far from prying eyes...

But something very wrong has happened here.

In recent moons, those couples have been turning up dead - dead and robbed, divested of whatever wealth they brought with them to the island. Distraught, the owners had reached out to the Maelstrom...

And that's where we come in, Sanson thinks, his stomach in knots. A pair of naive Gridanians who, miraculously, haven't heard the first thing about murders happening in our beautiful vacation home.

If it were just that, if it were only that, only the murders to be solved and the murderer brought to justice...

"It's the part where we're supposed to be madly in love," Guydelot supplies, after the silence stretches a little too long. "Am I right?"

Sanson groans in response, still muffled in his hands.

Guydelot, damn the man, laughs, letting his head drop back against the seat. He'd laughed himself to tears when they'd been briefed on the mission, too, all while Sanson stared in numb disbelief at their far-too-amused commander. Surely there had to be a better pair of officers they could have sent - someone better-suited to detective work; someone tried and tested with this sort of thing...

But no, Commander Heuloix had assured him; no, there were no others, and Sanson and Guydelot's teamwork made them ideal for the mission. Which, Sanson supposes, must be a politic way of saying that Guydelot has a knack for getting people to say more than they intended, and that he has a knack for persuading Guydelot to focus on his work. And they do work well together. For the past five years, since their fateful hunt for the Ballad of Oblivion, they've been nigh-inseparable; the best of friends, the most unlikely of teams. They balance one another: the twin leads of Sanson's unit, and together, they've led that unit to victory time and again-

But that hardly makes them suited to pretend to be lovers!

Guydelot stops to catch his breath, letting his laughter trail off into quiet chuckles. He rests a hand on the back of Sanson's neck, gently tugging him back upright. Sanson lets his hands fall heavily into his lap with a sigh.

"I cannot do this."

"Sure you can," Guydelot says, reaching for his harp - of course he didn't leave home without his harp; he could no more leave it behind than he could his head. He strums a quiet, calming melody. "Shouldn't be all that hard, eh? You've just gotta convince everyone we happen to meet that you're in love with the most dashingly handsome elezen they've ever seen. Easiest job in the world."

Sanson casts the man a withering glare - wasted, of course, as the bard's eyes are on his harp. "It isn't so simple."

"Sure it is. You've never pretended to be in love with someone before?"

"No."

"Sanson the Saint," Guydelot sings with a grin, winking at him. Winking. Sanson stifles the urge to kick the man's shin. Guydelot sets his harp aside once more, studying his own hands... and the gold ring on one finger, matching the one Sanson's wearing. "The rings were a nice touch," the bard remarks, plucking his off to study it more closely. "This sort of place attracts honeymooners."

Sanson realizes he's been fretfully twisting his own ring again - he's worn the thing for only a few days, but nervous habits develop quickly. "Honeymooners," he repeats, dismal.

"Aye, but I'm thinking we ain't honeymooners," Guydelot continues, sliding his ring back on. "You and me, we've been married a while; a few years, say-"

"Five years?" Sanson offers the suggestion wryly, but the bard nods.

"Aye, sure, five years. Might as well. You remember what Celaine said; we bicker like an old married couple? We've got it down to an art already. But the spark's gone out, I reckon; we got married too young. And this trip's a last-ditch effort to rekindle the old flame, such as it is." He lifts his eyebrows, eyeing Sanson sidelong. "I reckon it's as good a reason as any for us being a little less cozy in public."

Sanson stares. "That... that's well-considered," he manages. The knot of anxiety begins to unravel. "Still-"

"Still, you're going to have to put in a little effort to act as though you want that spark rekindled." Guydelot drapes his arm behind Sanson again, letting it rest on the midlander's shoulders this time. "And for gods' sakes, Sanson, be a little less stiff," he adds, cheery. "You're meant to be on vacation! If whoever's doing all this killing gets one look at you, they'll see military man just rolling off you like a bad smell."

He wants to argue, but knows better.

Instead, he shrugs the bard's arm away, rising. "Help me unpack," he says. "We'll not be living out of our packs while we're here, and we'd best get familiar with our base of operations, such as it is. We won't want for space." Not with a cabin big enough for a small family - the bedroom suite alone is nearly twice the size of some apartments Sanson has seen, and the kitchen could serve an entire family. Doubtless many of the island's visitors brought retainers to tend to their every whim...

But they've only brought themselves.

And may the Matron help us.

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #undercover fic #i have no idea how long this is or. frankly. where it's going #or how often i'll write things for it #considering how long it's taken me to write this much #but here it is

[talvieqalli]

🎫 The Manderville Gold Saucer 🎫

Talvie came to the Jumbo Cactpot often They know Talvie's name & "lucky" numbers now. It's slightly embarrassing, Never once won...

#ffxiv #elezen #golden saucer #ffxiv gpose #gposer #final fantasy 14 #gposers #ffxiv oc

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

The Make It Rain 2022!

#FFXIV #ff14 #Final Fantasy XIV #ffxiv endwalker #ffxiv 6.1 #ffxiv news #The Make It Rain ffxiv #Gold Saucer #the manderville gold saucer

[houndaelyn]

WHAT HAPPENS IN THE GOLD SAUCER...

...is an accidental wedding!

FFXIV FOLKS I am planning an art project for myself to commemorate an upcoming 'event' and your OCs/WoLs can help! 'When an evening of job-well-done revelry at the Manderville Gold Saucer leads to a morning of gnarly hangovers and cheap rings the only clues about the missing night's events are a stack of bad snapshots left scattered on the hotel side-table.' Basically, I'm looking for people to feature in this series of 'polaroid photographs' as background characters, attendants, disturbed patrons, and fellow drunken fools encountered throughout the night's ruckus! Mutuals, followers, strangers alike! Reblog with one or two references of your preferred FFXIV character ( and, if you feel like it, a little about them and what they'd get up to at the GS because I love to hear about blorbos) if you'd like to see them potentially show up in my silly lil personal project. A few more details below the cut

Any FFXIV race, LGBTQA+ inclusive. The OC selection will largely just be characters that look like fun to include/draw for a night out at the casino. Please note I will largely be preferring characters non/lightly-modded or those with designs not wildly left of the FF .:`aesthetic`:. as I'd like this project to remain visually rooted in the game's look. Also for my sanity anything super complicated or cluttered will probably be passed up. —I specify references above because I know how good and crazy some of you are with screenshots and art but something plain and clear helps a lot more with drawing them!

This is not IC nor will it be an actual in game event with attendees. As such server, data center, or if your character is even actually created in game— doesn't matter. You're also not required to be an artist, writer, RPer either, just gotta love your blorbo and show them to me!

I don't know how much traction this will get but I also don't know how the reblog chain format and notifications work anymore so its probably best to reblog my original post so as not to get missed. Don't have a timeframe on when this will start/end Ultimately this is just a future personal project I want to do to practice art and I thought it would be an interesting idea and fun to include some community folks

#A Manderville Wedding #ffxiv #final fantasy #korso #niko #when ur friend wants a bird but you make up A Whole Thing #ort #AND ALSO A GAY WEDDING YES ME TOO #ive made a mistake i can't like my own post multiple times when people show me their cute characters im boo boo the fool