#sopff

[starmanleo]

Jack Garland and the Warrior of Light. This drawing was made by Nomura himself!

#stranger of paradise #jack garland #warrior of light #final fantasy #final fantasy stranger of paradise #ff1 #wol #art #not mine #dissidia #garland #official art #final fantasy origin strangers of paradise #sopff #final fantasy dissidia #nomura #tetsuya nomura

[yogiku]

「私はカオスとなる者」

SOPFF　ネオン

ネオンちゃんは可愛いしかっこいいので光の戦士たちに対してこんな感じで喋っててほしい

#illustration #final fantasy #stranger of paradise final fantasy origin #FF #FFオリジン #SOPFF #ネオン #二次創作イラスト

[crystalmannequin]

#𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮 (music) #(i do quite like his sopff theme)

[viralvava]

lets be honest the reason WoL has no actual voicelines in sopff is because he didnt want to waste his time speaking to JACK GARLAND. paltry imitation if hes ever seen one. thats not his nemesis thats just a blond guy

#considering drawing something vaguely sopff related for the rp blog #wol and emperor in sopff double spiderman meme

[anaalonsoartist]

This is FINALLY coming!

P.S.: It´s not blurry because of Photoshop, the demo looks like that =P

#final fantasy #final fantasy origin #stranger of paradise #jack garland #sopffo #sopff #final fantasy meme #meme #a little chaos is in fact a good and nice movie #chaos

[crystalmannequin]

✧*̥˚💙✦verses / tag dump✦💙*̥˚✧

(descriptions under construction)

𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 - main verse / post-ff1

Having finally saved Garland from the cycle of battle and of his own making both, restoring light to the lands, the Warrior of Light is left to exist in a world that no longer needs him, and which has yet to become somewhere he can truly call home. Taking up a position as a knight of Cornelia, uncertainty clings to him still. Is he truly suited for peace?

𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶 - ff1

𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 - dissidia pre-012

𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 - dissidia cycle 012

In the face of the manikin hordes, a hithertofore unseen and thus unaccounted for element, there is nothing the Warrior and his allies can do but fight. Fight, and be killed. Desperation mingles with practicality in a strategy that might be seen as cruel. Knowing that to save his allies he must plunge his own blade into their backs, or at least protect the one who does, the Warrior stands silently at Cosmos' side and hopes for another chance.

𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 - dissidia cycle 013

𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 - dissidia nt

𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 - stranger of paradise

After journeying across worlds, once again the Warrior of Light must restore light to the crystals and to a world which needs his aid. However, things once again differ in increments from what is familiar to him, and when he faces this world's Garland, it is not his old enemy he sees. Nonetheless, he fulfills his duty as well as he can. The fetters of fate are tricky that way.

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 (main) #𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓶 (ff1) #𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽 (before 012) #𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 (cycle 012) #𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓵 (cycle 013) #𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 (nt) #𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 (sopff)

[viralvava]

its still really funny to me that the warrior's companions in sopff are all ff1 classes except for the dragoon. you could argue he took his whole group when he tripped across dimensions but theres just A DRAGOON. dragoons werent IN ff1. why does he have a dragoon. where did he GET the dragoon. did he leave one of his friends at home and recruit the dragoon in sopffs world? did one of his allies decide that dragoons were really cool and spontaneously class swapped? please explain

[crystalmannequin]

(there are a bunch of tracks i could consider wol's theme... i really like battle scene -arrange-, but though theyre kind of esoteric choices, counterattack and troops from 012 are really good too. of course, theres also the theme from sopff, battle: one to sever the chains of time, which i enjoy as well. too many choices...)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #(he is inundated with tracks that play in cutscenes. because hes in a lot of cutscenes) #(we stan a main character)

[crystalmannequin]

(eye colour and etc is something i often get really specific with when it comes to headcanons, so... i think WoL's eyes are a bluish, purple colour, a bit pale. specifically, they seem kind of hollow? theres definitely a light there, but it seems to be shining from within a yawning chasm rather than a mere depth. i really like the way his eyes are shown in sopff specifically, where theyre like? huge? and just kind of unsettling? so thats very much a factor as well. of course, if you look at them from the right angle, or from very close-up, his eyes look more like geodes than anything)

#𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ? (ooc) #𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 (headcanons)

[starmanleo]

Shadows Rising from the Brightest of Lights.

The life of the average Lufenian was without struggle. It was without challenge, without conflict, it was peaceful in all terms of the word. Schooling was excellent and views were personally terraformed from the soil down to have wide plains of dry grass spreading to make a golden wave against the twilight. With no true enemy to defy them, their existence was predicated on their knowledge and advancement. From the moment you turn of age, you will be put into rigours schooling and study until you are able to calculate the amount of darkness needed to generate a Harpy. The amount of course fluctuates based on the output of negative energy by the civilization multiplied by the common stressors of the population and divided by the governmental coefficient. Not to mention the amount of development of that race technology and the development of their social services. They could predict the fear of a simulated city by the hairs raised on the back. Of course, if the results became unfavorable, it was a trivial matter of sending a Stranger or two or pumping some spare darkness into there. Simple chance manipulated into a favorable outcome, any difficulty simply cast aside to nothingness. That was the issue. There was an endless amount of time with a minuscule amount of difficulty. Any true games of chance were ruined overblown math majors mentally managing the match-up! Simulated fear was a thing of the past when there was no basis to fear on. You cannot fear a wild, aggressive animal when all your beasts were domesticated to the point of being whipped. You cannot fear your death when it is guaranteed to be a smooth painless transition away from your flesh. You cannot fear the unknown when the grand quantum state you exist in is constantly observed to the point of linearity.

Of course as generation past, the fierce dedication towards superiority from their reality bound days eased out into simple egotism. A racism implanted by the conquers of years past . They were the ones who grew past their Cornelian neighbors , and as such their status of dominance had firmly been carved out and in each of their history books, they were the ones who were marked as superior and any other society was a simple water filter. Pump what negative emotion and darkness you haven't already tempered down into Cornelia, send some Strangers to tamper it down once it gets to the boiling point and wipe their memory. Of course you may need to make a helper or two to keep them on the path. Day in and Day out, with year after year of this process of birth and death and resetting. Monotony sets in as they believe that they've basically put the process on autopilot. Smooth road, smooth life, smooth sailing. Until... a new variable introduces itself.

Darkness, Light, Hopes,Dreams,Ambition. Magic. Emotions, abstract concepts put into our mental matter. Those bare emotions can advance into something greater. Advance the body towards its goal to extend its reach. To form a group that can truly compete with the ever present rule of Nature. And yet once you have conquer what once gave you life, you are left with nothing but the avoidance of death. Until something new shows up. Test results come back... against you? It is impossible, it is a cause for reaction, displeasure, the first negative result in who knows how long and all because... well.... nobody is sure. The Cornelian experiment went on as planned until.. Agent Jack Garland. For the next week, this Lufenian born agent along with a rouge group of other agents as well as a Cornelian somehow overthrew the system. They have committed the grandest of atrocities for a plan unknown to anyone! All files on Jack were left in discord, bits and pieces classified under the strictest of blackout ink, any history of Jed was drowned under red tape, any history of Ashe was left to be atrophied and information on the Conelian infestor was barely enough for firewood, as the scale of Sophia's accomplishments were myth to the junior agents. The act of her betrayal, even the suggestion was a deep sacrilege to everything they stood for. All that could be found in the form a direct statement was a voiced threat and evidence of his force, what happened when force was made manifest. All these abstract concepts grown into something unable to be controlled,unable to be rectified with simple solutions and war machines. A fire unable to be put out for it feeds itself on the emotions of the populace like oxygen. In a word. Chaos.

Clamoring for answers the people put down their foot as to how this could have happened. Havoc showed just how out of practice the engineers the of the Crystal Matrix were as they attempted to rebuild what was broken. Adversity was a thing of the past so how the hell could an issue like this slip through the cracks? Were they too lately with the location of the rendezvous? The feeling of fear as someone on their level could come and take them down, the existential threat that existed under layers of denial. It was knife peeling back their false layers of confidence as things got worse. An unthinkable act of betrayal just occurred, the system was build to pump out negativity but with no place for storage till cleansing and the people were soon succumbing to the the effects of darkness. It beat within the hearts of the people and the Lufenian populace has no choice but to express it. Academic books were left to the wayside as a spike of personal equipment for playwrights and stagehands. The tales of Garland as spread through rumor were made to give to the people an ideal of a villain to be defeated for the source of their new found strife. For all of those complex mathematicians of years past, they fell into the ditch of simple solutions for nothing but to allow their spiralling mental straight to go down smoother. For once in their lives, they had to take their destiny into their own hands and the idea was paralyzing. They couldn't, they refused the thought. On no grounds were their hearts permitted to beat in such intensity and yet their faces curled up in a sickening sensation at the thought of it. Soon, their recompense for all their actions would come and by light or dark, by order or chaos, they would find their destiny.

#stranger of paradise #Final Fantasy #final fantasy origin #Jack Garland #sopffo #sopff #Neon Final Fantasy Origin #Ash Final Fantasy Origin #Sophia Final Fantasy Origin #jed ffo #ash ffo #Jack SoP #Jed Final Fantasy Origin #final fantasy origin spoilers #FFO #square enix #fanfiction