#patch 5.4 spoilers | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ainyan · 1 year

Text

He’d been told about the changes wrought in the Empty by the final confrontations with Eden. He’d been told that life had come once again to that which had been beyond dead. He’d been told many things, but he’d never expected to actually see it with his own eyes. And yet here he was, standing amidst the waving grasses, perched on the edge of a short cliff overlooking waters of a vibrant blue. Around him he heard birdsong; flickers of butterfly wings danced amidst the patches of flowers scattered along the edges of the lake. A giant multicolored crystal speared upwards from the waters, reminiscent of some of the structures found in the Bestway Burrows upon the moon.

And in the distance, Eden itself was barely visible within the sprawling branches and verdant leaves of a great tree rising in the distance. He’d been reassured that the sin eater - the Ascian - was no more, and that its pale hulk was inert and inoperative, the life-giving aether it had stolen from the world slowly dispersing back into the ecosystem, revitalizing it one steady ilm at a time.

At his side, Kal’istae stood with him, her fingers tangled up together as she held them before her, a faint tension singing through her small, slight frame. Distracted from the view, he glanced down and noticed that her tail-tip was twitching madly, lashing the backs of her calves without cease. “What’s wrong?” he murmured.

She flinched at the sound of his voice, then looked up, dark eyes wide and guileless, her smile patently false. “Nothing at all. What do you think of the miracle that Ryne and Gaia have wrought here?”

“I think you had as much to do with it as they did,” he replied steadily, “but it is magnificent nonetheless. That does not explain why you’re so tense, Kali.”

Wincing, she made a visible effort to relax. “I’m sorry, Thancred - I’m not trying to steal from this moment. You shouldn’t worry about me - look out there! You and Urianger had as much to do with it as we did; be proud,” she whispered, “of what you have achieved through your love and belief for your daughter.”

He reached out and buried his hand in her hair, tugging lightly until she fetched up against his side. “I am proud of me, and Urianger, and you and the girls, I swear. I look out over this miracle and I wonder what it will look like in a year’s time - in ten years, in a hundred. What will it look like when the aether has stabilized enough that people can begin moving out here, building here, living here?” Kal’istae wasn’t able to stifle the soft sob that rose in her throat, and Thancred turned, alarmed. “Honey!”

She turned into him as his arms came around her. “I’m not - it’s just…” She trailed off, fighting for enough breath to speak. He said nothing, merely stroked her head and crooned comfortingly. Finally, she pulled back, scrubbing at her eyes. “I’m so happy for you, Thancred. I’m so happy you get to be happy.”

Confused, he took a hold of her shoulders and shook her lightly. “Of course I’m happy. I’ve been happy for a long time, Kali.” When she frowned at him, he shook her again. “I’m with you. I love you, and you love me, and knowing you’re by my side has gotten me through a lot of rough spots.”

She rubbed the heel of her hand across her eyes, peering up at him. “But not all the way happy. You haven’t had Ryne. Now you can have her.” His continued confusion must have shown in his face, because she exhaled heavily. “You’re going to stay.”

“Ah.” The word whispered out, carried on a gentle puff of air. “I’m considering it,” he admitted steadily, and watched her tail and shoulders droop, her gaze fall away. “It’s been a long, hard fight for all of us, but Garlemald is on the mend, and they no longer have need of my especial services. Riol is more than capable of handling what little need there is for intelligence and espionage amongst the Scions. You yourself have laid rest to the great threat against which the Scions were formed to stand.”

Her hands shot out to capture his and she lifted her face. “Then do it,” she said urgently. “Stay here with your daughter, watch her grow up, help rebuild this shattered world as you helped rebuild a shattered nation. There’s no reason not to!”

His fingers curled around hers. “If that is the case, love, then why are you so sad?”

Her lip trembled, but she neither pulled away nor looked away, and he was impressed; so often she sought to flee uncomfortable personal conversations between them - this, then, must be very important to her. “I will miss you,” she whispered.

Ah. “Kali, even were I to remain here, it would change nothing about what is between us,” he said firmly, drawing her closer. “The bridge across the Rift is open and stable; I need only walk through the mirror in the Ocular to return home whenever I wish. And you need not even do that; your aetheric connection to the First means that you can Teleport here on a whim, from anywhere.”

Lavender-edged eyes blinked in incomprehension. “We will live on different worlds.”

Laughing gently, he coaxed her the rest of the way into his arms. “Have we not practically since we met, love?” he teased gently. “The distance between us would be no more than it has ever been as I have served the Scions’ interests and you have followed your wandering heart.”

Biting her lip, she leaned into him, brow furrowed. “You’ll have a life here.”

“And will your life there exclude me?” he wanted to know.

Indigo eyes flashed wide, filled with indignation. “Of course not!” Then she flushed. “Oh.”

Overwhelmed with love, with adoration, he laughed again and dropped to his knee, keeping his arms firmly around her. “Oh, indeed. Sweetest Kal’istae, my own love, I have tried to show you in every way I know that I am yours, as you are mine. Even should I make a life here, you will always be a part of it. The biggest part of it, and the best part of it.”

She gazed down into his upturned face and reached out to frame it with her hands. “You’re my everything,” she said simply.

It hadn’t been how he’d planned it. He’d had it mapped out in his head, from beginning to end. But as she gazed down at him, eyes shining with love, with adoration, her hands soft against his cheeks, he knew that all of the planning in the world would not have given him as perfect an opportunity as now.

He dropped one arm away, keeping the other snug around her hips to prevent her from leaving. When he went digging in one of the copious inner pockets of his jacket, she frowned curiously and canted her head to one side. “Where did I… ah! There.”

When he pulled out a small enameled box, she tilted her head to the other side, her perplexity growing. “What is that?”

He thumbed open the lid, his arm sliding from about her as he took her hand in his, clenching the box lightly in his fingers. “Promises,” he told her, gazing up into her puzzled eyes. “A promise asked, and a promise offered.”

For a moment, a breathless moment, she still didn’t understand. Then her gaze dropped from his to the box, and what was inside.

The stone was violet, a rich, dark bluish-purple that shone with an inner light. Upon the faceted surface of the stone she could see was etched the same meteor symbol that was inked between her shoulder blades. It was set in platinum, and the pale silvery metal gleamed against the dark blue gem and the black velvet in which it was housed.

“I - Thancred,” she breathed, and when her eyes lifted to his, they glistened with unshed tears and gleamed with a terrible, glorious hope. “You can’t mean…”

He gazed up at her, and for once did not bother hiding his nerves or uncertainty behind a cocky smile. He allowed her to see what no one else was ever permitted; his doubts. His fears.

His hopes.

“Please, Kali,” he whispered. “Marry me. Be my wife, my bondmate, my partner from now until eternity ends. No matter how far apart we may be, let us be bound together as completely as any two people may be.”

Her mouth opened and closed, but she seemed at a loss for words. The silence stretched between them, growing ever more brittle before she finally managed to take control of her brain. “Thancred,” she croaked, voice gone hoarse, “are you sure-”

“Yes!” His affirmation was explosive. “Gods, yes, never more sure!” Sucking in a breath and easing his grip before he hurt her, he continued, “I have had this in my pocket since you first said you loved me. I just needed the right time, the right place.” He hesitated. “The right words. Kali, please!”

There were no words more right. “Yes!” The word exploded from her, and her eyes grew wide, unfettered hand rising to cover her mouth as she stared at him. Then she dropped it away, revealing a brilliant, if unbelieving, smile. “Yes, gods - yes!”

He didn’t question it. He didn’t confirm it. He merely dropped the box away, uncaring as it struck the ground and rolled away. The ring remained in his fingers and he slid it onto hers in the same gesture, sealing their promises in an unending circle. “I swear to you,” he said, staring up into her eyes, “you will never regret this.”

“I have never regretted anything about you,” she murmured as she leaned in to capture his mouth with hers. Against his lips, she smiled, and he could taste the sweet tears of her joy. “And I have no intention of starting. My love,” she whispered, and lost herself in his kiss as his arms came around her, holding her as if never to let go again.

#ffxiv #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #wolcred #wol x thancred #eden spoilers #patch 5.4 spoilers #open worlds au

26 notes · View notes

bloodbywinter · 1 year

Video

youtube

《SPOILERS FOR SHADOWBRINGERS & PATCHES》

hello I’m alive I’m just very slow. currently working my way through making edits of 5.4 and endwalker very shortly!

thanks to everyone for their patience & support! 🖤🖤🖤

#ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV #shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers #5.3 #5.3 spoilers #ffxiv edit #ffxiv fan edit #g'raha tia #elidibus #mine #edits #viera #ffxiv viera

87 notes · View notes

ax-ending · 1 year

Text

im having fun with the shadowbringers patches :3

(pls no spoilers in tags/replies for 5.4 onward)

#ffxiv #g'raha tia #he has given me toxoplasmosis. i have loving catboy brainworms

35 notes · View notes

soupercatte · 2 years

Text

FFXIV Writing Prompt 18: Free day 3 [Hair]

As always, I use free days to explore a bit more of the WoL!Kel timeline instead of the main one. Enjoy!

[Patch 5.4 Spoilers]

It was like a crimson river, shimmering and splendid, cascading down in a gentle roar. Strands fine as silk and just as soft, flowing between his fingers as Kelas’ra hummed to himself, combing his fingers through.

They sat in his private room in The Rising Stones, though at a glance you wouldn’t be able to tell it belonged to the Warrior of Light. Bereft of any personal belongings or touches, it appeared barren and unused save for the pile of muddy clothing tossed in the corner with a bow set neatly against the wall.

“You cannot continue to delay the inevitable.” A voice chided with a hint of laughter and he paused, hands still holding onto the hair gently. G’raha glanced back, raising an eyebrow at the other as he grinned. “Try as you might, I am not letting it stay this long.”

Kelas’ra let out a soft whine, dropping his head to his chest with a defeated sigh. “But must you really? I like it a lot…”

The redhead pulled away, his hair slipping through Kelas’ra’s fingers to drape down his back once more. It was far longer than he had ever let it get before, reaching down to nearly the base of his tail. It would seem that despite his not aging during his (thankfully) short nap in Syrcus Tower his hair had not gotten the memo, instead continuing to grow on its own. It had quickly outgrown the old leather tie he had used for his braid in the past and broken free, unabated in its growth. When he had finally been awoken by his dear companion it had nearly covered him like a thin blanket but still did not offer much in the way of protection from the cold floors of the Allagan-born tower.

“It’s a nuisance!” He smirked, combing it forward and letting it rest on his shoulder. “What would I do with such a length? It would get in the way!”

“Braid it! I’ll do it for you!” The Corvosi man leaned forward with an excited expression. “I had two older sisters, you know. Because I was the youngest and had the smallest hands they would always make me braid or fix their hair, I could do the same for you!”

“Really now?” G’raha chuckled to himself, amused at the other’s vigor. “You would do that? Day after day? Night after night, you would tend to it on my behalf?”

“I would. Today, tomorrow, and every day from now to the end of time.” Kelas’ra gave him a warm smile. “We promised, didn’t we? If I got you home that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for a single moment. I aim to make good on such a deal.”

“And so you shall. Beginning with chopping this mess off.”

Again a defeated whine. “Fine. If you insist, but I am going to complain incessantly as I do so.”

He watched the Warrior of Light rise with a groan, stretching this way and that before exiting the room to procure a pair of shears. It was still so surreal, so mind bending to be back home. He held up his hand, flexing his fingers as the skin pulled against muscle, something he had forgotten the feeling of many many years ago. No more crystal, no more aches and pains and faded hair and tired eyes.

His body was still that of his youthful self, aged not a day since all those years ago back at the research camp in Mor Dhona. Three hundred years...

The door swung open as Kelas’ra re-entered with a small towel and a pair of shears, his grin a permanent fixture across his face. He settled back into place behind G’raha, placing the towel around his shoulders as he lifted the hair and detangled it once more.

“How much would you like me to leave?” He quizzed. G’raha felt a finger press against his neck and instinctively shivered in place. “Here?”

“P-perhaps a little longer, My Friend.”

Again, a finger between his shoulder blades. “Here?”

“Much better, yes.”

He heard a faint “Mm” before his hair was pulled into a ponytail, Kelas’ra gathering the loose strands before he felt the scissor blades begin to slice through. It was peaceful, G’raha closing his eyes as he felt his hair be sheared away, Kelas’ra setting it to the side as he began to clean up the frayed ends and ensure it was a clean cut.

“Do you remember…” His voice mused as he worked, “Back then at the Tower…when I nearly accidentally drowned you?”

G’raha let out a barklike laugh, struggling to sit still. “Of course I do! My life flashed before my very eyes! I thought all my hard work back then would be for naught, death at the hands of a yuppie adventurer who had pulled me to the depths during my bath. Oh the pains of thinking my poor naked corpse would have been on display for all to see.”

“Oh please, I would have at least covered you.” Kelas’ra snorted. “Though I have never forgiven myself for not asking if you could swim before I dragged us out into the lake. I told myself I would make amends for it, but well, everything else happened.”

“Right....”

They grew silent once more, each waiting with bated breath for the other to speak. It was a tense silence, rather a more anxious one as if they both wanted to say something but did not want to interrupt the other. Well, he might as well go first.

“I wanted to say yes, you know.” G’raha said softly, bowing as Kelas’ra pushed his head forward to trim the loose ends. “When you asked if I wanted to tag along for an adventure. I would have said yes, gods I very nearly did but then the tower and Unei and Doga, and I just-”

“I know.” Kelas’ra’s voice was not harsh but gentle as he interrupted. “You had a purpose, a destiny. Back then I didn’t get it and blamed myself, thinking perhaps if I had been just a little faster, a bit smarter, a bit stronger…I could have prevented you from feeling as if you needed to go back. But with time and seeing what all you had accomplished on the First, I know better now. It was something that had to happen, for the both of us to live and grow.”

He sat the shears down, checking the hair to ensure it was trimmed perfecting and gave a satisfied nod. ‘It was hard, Sisters take me I cannot tell you how many times I wished to just end it all, to give in and just…cease to be. Not just losing you, of course, but various things. Haurcehfant, my loss at Zenos’ hands, the accusations of regicide and the loss of many of my closest and dearest companions. But here we are at the end of everything. And it’s all the way it should be.”

He sectioned the hair and began to braid it, twisting the lengths this way and that before pulling out a fresh leather band, tying it off and patting G’raha’s back to signal he was done. G’raha reached back and felt of the length, satisfied with the cut. It was slightly longer than what his hair had been previously, even back on the First but it was a good length, the braid neat and tidy and a bit fuller than the past. Perhaps growing it out had been good for it after all.

“Thank you, My Friend. I feel much better now.” He beamed, turning to face the other. Kelas’ra returned the smile, setting the shears on the side table before leaning forward, taking a hold of his hand.

“So, now we are in the present.” He said, lips quirking into his signature lopsided grin. “And thus I would yet another question of you, G’raha Tia.”

“Oho! Using full names now, are we? I thought we were past such obligations!”

“Don’t be such a shite, Grand-da. I’m serious, you know.”

“I know, Dearest. I merely jest. Go on and ask your question.”

Kelas’ra squeezed his hand, eyes shimmering in the lantern light. It was the same excitement he remembered from way back then, a young round faced adventurer with a nigh unintelligible accent excitedly trying to convince him to follow him back to The Waking Sands to introduce him to the Scions as a new companion.

“This is perhaps three centuries too late for you, but…would you like to join me on an adventure?” He asked plainly. “A real one this time. Anywhere on the Star you want to go you must but name it. To the research facilities of Azys Lla to the sunny beaches of Costa del Sol to the icy tundras of the Coerthas. We’ll take to the skies and disappear for as long as we want and nobody and nothing can stop us this time. So…what do you say?”

G’raha couldn’t help but to laugh at his sincere fervor, the way his words grew faster and more excited as he spoke, eyes widening. Ears and tail flicking happily he returned the hand squeeze. “Well! When you put it in such a way how could I refuse? To deny the magnanimous Warrior of Light an adventure of their own making, who am I to say no? Though I fear I have no aether aspected sand to bribe you with this go around.”

Kelas’ra rolled his eyes, nudging the other as they leaned together, relishing in the touch after being apart for so long. “I think we can come to an arrangement. How about those sandwiches of yours? The creamy dill and cucumber ones?”

“Wicked White are you still on about those?”

“What? I could never get mine to taste the same! Yours were always better. So much more better.”

The red haired scholar shook his head. “I feel I shouldn’t be so surprised. Alright then. Let us broker a deal. One basket of sandwiches for one adventure.Surely that is payment enough?”

“Aye, I could work with that. Welcome home, My Heart. Tis good to have you back.”

The two grinned in the low light of the room. The outside world was for all intents and purposes a million malms away. Nothing else matters save for their conversation, the words they had waited years and even lifetimes to finally speak aloud.

“Indeed…tis good to be awake, My Love. Tis good to finally be where I belong.”

#ffxiv writing challenge #ffxiv writing prompt #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv oc

2 notes · View notes

tarounoden · 2 years

Text

FFXIV 6.2 MSQ Theorizing

I suddenly realized that tumblr is actually a blogging site so i can use it for personal writeups and all that rather than just dumping them on discord or w/e

So I’ve decided that I put my crazy MSQ theories here, for the time being. Spoilers for FFXIV 6.1 MSQ ahead, obviously!

=Recap=

SO with that said, lets start with a quick recap of where 6.1 left us; after trying to steal Vrtra’s superannuation, we decide to help them create a stable, safe form of travel into the void to see if we can find Azdaja, whom had a bolivian-army moment and charged into the void to stop xande’s invasion of meracydia (it didn’t work). To do this, we decided to make an artificial Atomos as a means of controlling a void tear. Cid also agrees to help out, working on a protective case for the warding scales. Zenos’ voidsent avatar is back in the void, and seems to be somewhat lamenting it being “bereft of saviours”. Oh, and a big scary knight in black (it’s golbez from ffiv) is making plans to start a war with the source alongside four elemental underlings (they’re the four archfiends from ffiv). We wrap up the MSQ waiting around in Thavnair.

=Existing Theories=

So, after the 6.1 msq, I had two main theories brewing, regarding the identities of two denizens of the Void specifically;

-Zenos’ Voidsent Avatar is Azdaja-

This was actually something I had in my head before 6.1 even released, just from looking at the trailer; I wondered why Y’shtola would accompany us to Alzadaal’s Legacy, and from there my thoughts wandered regarding the connections between dragons and void travel (Fey Wyvern Horn mentions legends of dragons on the first, as well as there being the five-headed dragon in WoD).

But why do I think Azdaja is Zenos’ avatar? Well, for one, Zenos’ avatar has some noticeable reptilian traits; such as scales on parts of its body. Zenos had connections to the first brood prior to becoming a reaper, so he’d likely know how to wield Azdaja’s power effectively as well.

Finally, I raised the pitch on the voice lines from the last 6.1 MSQ cutscene, and Zenos’ Avatar’s voice seems to be a deep, feminine contralto, not dissimilar to the voices of other feminine-presenting dragons like Vidofnir.

The 6.2 live letter also presented an interesting piece of evidence that I think could also contribute to this theory, but I’ll get to that in a bit.

-The “Knight in Black” is a Shard of Azem-

This one, admittedly, hasn’t got much evidence around it yet. However, what makes Golbez really interesting in FFIV is his relationship with his younger brother Cecil; which is something the 3D remake and Dissidia explore quite a bit.

Considering that even in their one cutscene Golbez borrowed most of his mannerisms (such as the cape flip) from Dissidia, I imagine he will be borrowing a lot from that iteration of the character; but that’d be hard without an equivalent to Cecil.

But since the trailer WoL has been played up as a Cecil reference for this expansion filled with FFIV (DRK > PLD, ect), I don’t think it’s out of the question for there to be some form of relation between Golbez and our Warrior of Light. But, well, Golbez is apparently a ~10,000 year old Voidsent here, so them being both Shards of Azem is probably more likely than a secret sibling relationship.

=6.2; What do we know?=

-The Patch Title-

Well, to start, Patch 6.2 is titled “Buried Memory”. We know patch titles don’t always have to be fully related to just the MSQ (see patch 3.2, which was a pun on Alexander as well as being related to the MSQ events, or patch 5.4, which was moreso leaning into Ryne and Gaia’s futures). So this patch title may not be entirely related the MSQ.

And, as kindly noted by the arr/FFXIV subreddit discord translators, the JP title for the patch more closely translates to something like “Forbidden Memory”, which paints a very different picture, to say the least!

But what exactly could be this “Buried” or “Forbidden” memory?

-The Dungeon-

We learned that the MSQ dungeon for this patch will be called “The Fell Court of Troia”, and judging from the shown screenshots, it definitely appears to be a dungeon in the void! We were shown two screenshots that were explicitly confirmed to be from the dungeon (but one other one is also likely to be set in it... more on that later!), one being in some kind of literal dungeon, and the other being an exterior area, with the dark skies of the Void looming over the horizon.

Now, “court” actually has a few different meanings in English, so just to check I translated the JP name of the dungeon, “異界孤城トロイアコート”; which is approximately “Underworld Isolated Castle Troia Court”. With “court” being spelled Katakana. Which... doesn’t help. So uh... I’m just assuming they mean “court” as in “King Arthur’s Court” for now, and not like a tennis court.

Troia, on the other hand, would be familiar for everyone that’s played FFIV. Troia in that game is a matriarchal nation, with women occupying both the leadership and a large share of jobs that in other towns were typically filled by men. They are the keepers of the Earth Crystal; but it gets stolen by the “Dark Elf” and the party needs to go and get it back.

-The MSQ Screenshots-

We were also treated to two screenshots from the MSQ, featuring Cid meeting up with our gang of weird void researchers (likely to deliver the shielded warding scale for us) and of Zenos’ voidsent in a rather familiar dungeon-esque location...

=The 6.2 Theories=

Alright, let’s get down to the good stuff.

-We’ll Be Breaking Into the Fell Court (and not the other way around)-

So, despite the live letter ordering the screenshots such that the interior picture is set before the exterior picture, I have a small theory; that the WoL and friends will be breaking into the Fell Court in order to rescue someone, rather than breaking out. Why? Because the dev team, after ARR, has taken care to not put the player into a non-instanced state of imprisonment.

The reasons for this should be pretty obvious. Imprisoning the player, and then letting them escape freely prior to queuing into the dungeon would be... not very immersive. Especially if we’re trapped in a castle dungeon in the void; how’d the WoL be even able to get back into the instance if they left?

And yes, I’m aware the game breaks this rule a few times for trial bosses. But so far, it’s not been done with dungeons, as far as I’m aware.

But why will we be breaking into the fell court? Well, I believe it’s because we’re aiming to rescue Zenos’ avatar. Why? Well, for one, that screenshot of Zenos’ avatar in the dungeon-looking area is extremely similar to one of the Troia screenshots; with similar brickwork layouts as well as the prominent arches.

But, to go a step further; as noted previously, in FFIV, Troia was in conflict with the Dark Elf, whom had stolen the nation’s crystal. But this is where things get interesting; in FFIV, after being defeated, the Dark Elf transforms into a Dark Dragon.

Isn’t it odd that the name of the dungeon here is associated with the city that was feuding with a dark humanoid that can turn into a Dragon? Idk, it seems like more than a coincidence...

So, if Zenos’ avatar is Azdaja, then I think they are captured by Troia at some point in the 6.2 MSQ, and we need to go and rescue them by breaking into Troia’s castle.

That’s all I have at the moment, at any rate. I wouldn’t be shocked if the 6.2 trailer in the next Live Letter proves me wrong; but at this stage, I’m pretty interested in seeing what’s next in store for the MSQ!

#ffxiv spoilers #6.2 spoilers #ffxiv msq

5 notes · View notes

thatmiqolune · 8 months

Text

FFXIVWrite 2023 - 4 - Off the Hook

——————————–

Off the hook - no longer in difficulty or trouble.

Just some after-battle fluff with an injured Warrior of Light because I refuse to believe our Warriors can just walk away after every big fight.

Spoiler Warnings

Endwalker 5.4 Patch

Content Warnings

None

General Warnings

The point of this writing challenge is to be quick, raw and unedited. This will not be a polished piece of work and may be incomplete.

——————————–

Lune took a deep breath, taking in the cold night air of Mor Dhona, he winced slightly, as the wound underneath the bandage that took up most of his abdomen stung at the deep breath. The recent battle with Golbez had been tough, he had insisted that he was fine but he near-on collapsed the moment they were out of that wretched void gate. Estinien had to half carry him to bed once they'd returned to Mor Dhona. Y'shtola and Alphinaud both had demanded he be put on bed rest until he'd healed, healing magic only goes so far, sometimes rest and recouperation is what's needed.

Lune sighed, careful this time not to make his chest heave too much, and continued to look out over the town of Mor Dhona below him. It was well into the night, very few people about and the usual market stalls were closed. It was a strange sight to see the usually busy town so quiet and still.

"You're gonna catch a cold out here."

The voice startled Lune, he turned perhaps a little too quickly to see its owner, and grimaced in pain. G'raha noticed and rushed forwards.

"I apologise, I hadn't meant to startle you" the red haired Miqo'te said, rather sheepishly, as he gently touched his palm to Lune's side, calming the pain with a small amount of healing magics. "You ARE going to catch a cold, though. Did you not think to grab a coat?"

He looked the Dragoon up and down, Lune hadn't bothered to grab anything, really. Clothing was awkward to put over bandages. He stood in the cold in nothing but his boots and trousers, the wrapping covering the bottom half of his torso, and the odd assortment of smaller bandages on his arms and upper chest. He couldn't help but blush when he noticed the Dragoon's rather sizeable chest and quickly looked away, but thankfully Lune stayed oblivious and the cool air quickly helped remove the red from his cheeks.

"So what brings you out here?" the dark-haired Miqo'te asked, turning to his friend, careful not to aggravate any more wounds.

G'raha sighed, "Likely the same as you." He said, "Couldn't sleep, not with the knowledge of what currently lurks on our moon's shard." He looked up at the moon, currently full in the sky. Lune followed his gaze. There was no evidence of what had taken place there not so long ago, the voidgate couldn't be seen from so far below. The world had no idea of what was lurking on the other side.

The pair chatted for a while, avoiding the subject of the moon any further, until eventually the sun began to peak over the Horizon.

G'raha saw that first light and chuckled. "Perhaps you better get to bed." He said, "The sun is rising, and Y'shtola is never going to let you off the hook for being out of bed so long."

Lune sighed, but agreed. He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and smiled.

"Thank you for distracting me." He said, before ambling slowly back inside.

G'raha watched his dear friend leave, a small pang of worry for the warrior in his heart, and perhaps a touch of longing.

Mostly, though, hope that Y'shtola wouldn't find him.

He chuckled to himself, then sighed, and turned back to watching the Sun breach the Horizon.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv writing #ffxivwrite #ffxiv writers #ffxiv writing challenge #lune writes #lune lore #miqo'te #g'raha/wol #g'raha tia

1 note · View note

cocopark · 3 years

Photo

Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) ● Final Fantasy XIV: Futures Rewritten (2020)

2K notes · View notes

whitherliliesbloom · 3 years

Photo

“There was a girl.... but what was her name?”

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #gaia #ryne #5.4 spoilers #patch 5.4 #ffxiv spoilers #patch 5.4 spoilers #eden spoilers #eden's promise #gifset #mine

602 notes · View notes

notarchonzachlol · 3 years

Photo

Amaro Hatchling 400 Bicolor Gemstones Crystarium

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #patch 5.4 #patch 5.4 spoilers #is minions spoilers?#anyways look at me making minion gifs instead of doing msq lmao

442 notes · View notes

elineaven · 3 years

Photo

Character development - when a tsundere goes from denying his feelings to outright admitting he wants to BUILD A FUTURE WITH YOU.

#the amount of times it's suggested he's in love with the wol is ABSURD this patch #5.4 spoilers #ffxiv spoiler #g'raha tia #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #patch 5.4 #ffxiv patch 5.4 #patch 5.4 spoilers

401 notes · View notes

fistsoflightning · 3 years

Photo

YOU’RE MY LIGHT IN THE DARK.

193 notes · View notes

ainyan · 1 year

Note

What does Kali'stae think about the Fatebreaker? What was her experience confronting a monstrous version of her beloved? (sorry if asked before)

Thank you for this question!

The Fatebreaker sent her on a tailspin and she had nightmares for days afterwards about fighting him - particularly about hearing Thancred's voice while fighting a creature that wore his face. In fact, it's one of those memories that frequently crops up in her Echo Dreams, and has even had a place in one of my (many, many) fics (see below the cut).

The fact that it wasn't only Thancred made it easier to fight him; the fact that it sounded more like Thancred than Ran'jit struck her to her core. (She'd never tell Thancred, but as much as she enjoyed hearing him before the Flow altered his voice, she's much more partial to his new one.)

Although, when pressed, she'll admit that this fight wasn't worse than fighting Lahabrea in Thancred's body in the Praetorium, or the false-Thancred Elidibus sent after her in Amaurot. Though significantly less difficult in terms of skill required, the first made her fight Thancred's body and risk killing him for good; the second made her fight Thancred's form without any distractors such as the dragon or the wings. At least Fatebreaker wasn't entirely Thancred.

It was enough of him though. =(

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Skill versus skill, as with daggers, Kal'istae and Thancred were evenly matched. Their bout may have continued until exhaustion drove them to a draw - but then it happened, exactly as she’d feared. Exertion exacted its toll upon her, and as Thancred’s gunblade slammed down upon hers, cross-guard to cross-guard, she chanced to look up into his face, and her perfect memory betrayed her.

She knew it wasn’t real. That fight had been won, the Fatebreaker, avatar of Ryne’s captivity, had been banished back into the heart of Eden. The abomination that Mitron had created from the aether - that monstrous conglomeration of Thancred, Ran’jit, and Innocence had been vanquished at her hand.

But as Thancred loomed over her, his hair mussed from their workout, his citrine eyes fierce as he gritted his teeth and strained downward with his gunblade, his face overlaid the gunbreaker’s and she yelped, shoving him backwards with an explosion of aether. He cried out and stumbled away, bringing his own gunblade up cross-body to ward off her next blow. It sent him skidding backwards across the dirt and grass and left him with a hollow pit in his stomach. “Kali, don’t-”

She launched herself at him, swinging out with a flurry of swift strikes that he barely parried in time. He’d known she was holding back - there was no way that he could hold his own against the Warrior of Light in full fettle, but he had never realized just how powerful she became under the influence of the incarnate Light. He tried again to break through her fury, but whatever had prompted this all-out assault had blinded and deafened her to his pleas. Setting his feet, he glanced anxiously to the side. “Y’shtola, some help here!”

“Kal'istae! Stop!” The sorceress lifted her staff, then stopped, eyes widening in horror. “Kali, no!”

Before Thancred could dodge, another explosion of aether rocked him, lifting him from his feet and sending him flying. He hit the ground with a grunt, felt pain radiate up his spine and through his ribs. His gunblade went flying, clattering to the ground beyond his reach. Even as he struggled to push himself up, he heard Y’shtola cry out again, and a shadow crossed his vision. He looked up to see Kal'istae leaping above him, gunblade poised to skewer him.

Whether it was the sight of him sprawled on the ground, helpless, or the sound of Y’shtola’s frantic cries, he never knew, but sense returned to Kali’s eyes even as she descended. With a shriek of dismay, she twisted in mid-air and hit the ground next to him with a thud, her own gunblade spinning off into the distance as she slammed into the rocky soil shoulder-first. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” she whispered over and over, rolling painfully to her knees and scrambling around until she could see him. “Thancred, gods, I’m sorry!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Needless to say, the Fatebreaker remains my absolute least favorite fight of Eden (and, consequently, the one I always end up in for roulettes), and it's one of those memories that Kali has worked hard to suppress. In some of the universes I write, she's never told Thancred what happened during that particular fight; during others, it's come out as a result of an Echo Dream or, as above, during a waking flashback.

Regardless, it looms hard as one of the worst fights for her, psyche-wise, on par with Praetorium and Hades in terms of fights she desperately wishes she'd never had to fight.

Thank you very much for the ask!

#asked and answered #kal'istae miurani #thancred waters #eden spoilers #patch 5.4 spoilers #fatebreaker

10 notes · View notes