#stellazzio

[nexttrickanvils]

Stream’s Done

And it was a “let’s get these sidequests done before we go to the finale” kind of stream.

We spent way too long looking for Zidane’s best weapon, completed the stellazzio collection, and spent way too long in an auction house to get Steiner’s 3rd best weapon.

We will continue on Tuesday provided nothing comes up and I will see you then!

[mirukimary-artarchive]

FFXIV WoLs and OCs I drew while waiting on line for a Stellazzio Play.

(October 2020)

#maryart

[stellazziovirtualtheatre]

Coming soon to your local Crystal theatre - The Henderson Hall Horror by David Schmidt - courtesy of Off The Wall Plays!

Something lurks in the shadows, but for what reason? You'll have to stay tuned to find out!

January 28th, 29th and 30th. Times are 6pm all three days with a matinee on Sunday at 1pm. Times are in CT.

Also just a reminder that our open rehearsal is this Friday, January 7th at 6:00pm CT! We will be performing a full run of Henderson with voice actors. Lots of behind-the-scenes activity.

#SVT #Stellazzio #VirtualTheatre #Horror #Ghost #Spooky #FFXIV #david schmidt #off the wall plays

[bloodsworn-marshal]

[[ I managed to get into the very final showcase for @stellazziovirtualtheatre and I am so thankful I was able to see this in person! The final words of the director brought tears to my eyes and made me remember how much I truly love this community ]]

#ffxiv #stellazzio #event #lalafell #it was truly a wonderful time and i'm glad i made it!

[joulethieves]

would you happen to have a balvaan drabble or stellazzio crumb to throw our way? I miss your writing so much 🥺🥺🥺

This ask was sent to me like, weeks ago, and I heard “Stellazzio” and blacked out. Oops.

100 pages, 50k, barely halfway done and I haven’t touched it in three years. I think of her every day.

Here’s a scene from later in the story, where Balthier runs into Penelo in Archades. Earlier that day, Vaan got into a fight with a nobleman over a Dalmascan slur he shouted at her, and it nearly blew their cover.

"You know, Archades isn't so bad. It's bigger than I ever imagined. And so beautiful." A nervous laugh follows. "I guess I always imagined it as this looming cloud that pushed through anything in its way."

Over the short distance of the table, Balthier's eyes flicker. "You aren't far off. Don't let yourself be swayed. You are not the first to fall for the charm of it. The Empire is beautiful, but that's all veneer."

"Vaan told me, you know. About what you used to be."

Damnable Dalmascans. Can’t keep their mouths shut, or in Vaan’s case, off his own.

Did he tell you he kissed me plum on the mouth just last night without so much as a warning? Balthier wonders. But no - Penelo is a forthright girl. If Vaan had told her of that, it likely would have been one of the first few things out of her mouth. He holds her gaze across the table, tilting his chin so that a shadow crosses his eyes.

"Best keep quiet about that here," he says lowly, a thread of warning in his voice. Penelo, thank the Gods, is nothing like Vaan, and needn't be told twice. She nods her head in dissent, and adds quietly.

"Do you ever miss it?"

"No."

The answer is as reflexive as breathing. Penelo dares to pin him with a look of suspicion. "Really? You never get homesick?"

She thinks she is being clever, and it’s high time to clear it up. In any other case, she would be. Here, she oversteps.

"Home," Balthier intones tersely, "is sitting in Rabanastre's aerodome still under the knife after the machinations of this very city nearly blasted it out of the sky for good." He misses Her, suddenly; a swiftness that punches him straight in the gut. Now, more than ever, he is Homesick.

There is a swift desire to curl up on his velvet green chair and thumb through the tattered well-loved novels of his private collection and breathe in the smell of oil and leather, and hear the song of her skystone hum. But only Fran knows that sentiment. He does not deign to share it with anyone but his partner; only she would know a desire so visceral as that.

Penelo, wisely, does not pry further on the matter. "Point taken," she relents, and busies herself by nibbling on a roll. "So when are you going to teach Vaan to fly it?"

Balthier outright laughs. "Since when am I anyone's teacher?"

Penelo isn't impressed, and at this point, his charade is a tired tune on his own ears. She doesn't even humor him, which leads Balthier into a shrug. "... When he behaves himself. Little chit nearly cost us our cover today. Best not rouse him anymore than he already is. As much as he's grown, he still has that temper, I see."

"So you've noticed." Penelo rests her chin on her hand, and pins Balthier with her gaze. "That he's grown, I mean." 

Ah, and there she is, clever again. This time, not so far off. 

She chuckles. "Not sure he'll ever grow out of his temper, though...He's always been protective of me. He's--" she struggles for words here. "He's always fighting everyone's battles. Mine. Tomaj's. Kytes'. Filo's. Even--even Migelo's, when Imperials threatened to close down the shop because it wasn't up to standard." She munches on a bread roll thoughtfully, still avoiding the whiskey. "Sometimes I wonder how he does it. He'd make a good apprentice. I know--I know he gets mad, and frustrated easily, and you both bicker like there's no tomorrow. But I think," she wrings her hands on a linen, rumpling it into a fine mess, "I think he'd really surprise you."

Balthier suppresses a laugh. If only she knew just how much Vaan has the damnable capacity to surprise him. His lips still tingle when he thinks of it.

Regardless, he heeds Penelo’s words, and with some regret he realizes this is the first time he’s shared a one on one conversation with her since this journey began. Forthcoming, brave, loyal; she is everything Dalmasca is, and everything Archades would surely eat alive. 

He wonders if she’d let it. 

She truly must be Vaan’s best friend, then, if she’s advocating for his guidance in their first and only moment he can recall he's ever shared with her. That kind of loyalty is not found in many folks of his ilk. Trust weighs more than gold, and in his line of work, it is more rare than any treasure. 

And then there’s Vaan himself: the street-smart brat, plucky and lacking in all tact, who he found rifling through treasure with grimy hands; the boy who took Addrammalech without flinching; the boy who marched through Eruyt and demanded in the ancient copse where Mjrn had gone. He thinks of the boy who started with a measly Cure in the Bhujerban mines, growing to bring back the dead themselves on Omisace, to saving his own hide in Nabudis.

Most of all though, he thinks of a boy who, after all of that, kissed him on the mouth last night without so much as a warning.

And to all of that, Balthier lifts his glass.

"My dear Penelo, at this point in our journey, I don't think he'd manage to surprise me at all."

Their plates arrive, and they eat in evident relish until the dishes are picked clean and they are happy and full. Penelo pats at her mouth with a linen, and clears her throat.

"Don't tell Vaan you found me here."

Penelo's request is quiet across the table. 

"Your secret is safe with me," he assures softly. The restaurant is nearly empty, though this doesn't surprise him. Few know of this little gem. “Say, Vaan sent me out on an errand for him, as it were. I'm to find him some supper to bring back." Balthier plucks the menu from its perch and hands it back to Penelo. "Find something on there that he likes."

Penelo peruses the menu under the dim candlelight. "This," she points to it, and hands it over to Balthier. "The curry. He loves that stuff. Tomaj would have it on the menu back at home. Just make sure it's--"

"Spicy," Balthier interrupts, before flashing Penelo a smile. "I know."

They share a small chocolate lava cake for dessert, and when Penelo still hasn't touched her whiskey, bless the girl, Balthier plucks it from her side of the table and downs it in one go. She seems grateful for the excuse not to oblige. 

He'll be needing that for the night ahead if he hopes to sleep in the city where Ffamran is buried.

#ffxii #balthier #penelo #vaan #final fantasy xii #my writing #stellazzio

[chidorifarcloud]

Eventful night at Stellazzio’s! A fight broke out, people needed tending to..

Once things calmed down..Chi gave Rog a sweater she made for him. 

#rp event #stellazzio

[placesyoucallhome]

I’ve been battling migraine all day but I want to scream about Phantom of the Opera

#Stellazzio fuckin knocked it out of the park #And I am SO HAPPY they did a version other than the ALW one #I died at the 'Thavnarian' #watched on twitch because the seats were full up #might try and go tomorrow tho if I can get in line early enough #Also someone get Ruhka the linkshell of that Erik #because ::eyes:

[jitterzart]

I got to see the play!

It took a while and although I missed the first showing, they were kind enough to do a second showing the same day for everyone still outside! ;w;

No spoilers if you still plan on going or trying to catch the streams, but it was really good. <3 Would see again!

#ffxiv #Stellazzio Virtual Theatre #The Little Prince

[ex-atomos]

#tin man #i laughed #stellazzio pizzeria

[alittlemoon]

The Story of 12 Zodiacs

"The 11 Zodiacs pondered. How best to catch Virgo's heart? Aries headed east.

Taurus had an idea. He would give Virgo a gift. Through the forest and over the mountain, he found a star.

Gemini thought by the river, 'I will sing her a song.' He didn't know where she was, but he hoped his song would reach her.

Cancer headed to the cape where Virgo waited. The sun was setting into the ocean. Would he finally see her?

Leo was waiting for the sun to set into the ocean. Then Cancer showed up, and they began to fight. Into the ocean they fell...

Watching the sunset from the cape, Virgo whispered, 'My only wish is to be with you now...

Libra was a perverse fellow. He would always walk in the opposite direction of the sun. Would he ever see Virgo?

Scorpio was very timid. He always looked at his shadow until one day he decided to look away. He walked up a hill.

Sagittarius dashed through the night, defying the chilly northern wind that was stinging his right cheek.

Impatient Capricorn ran up a hill toward the sun and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Aquarius arrived late. He asked everyone, 'Who kissed Virgo?

Pisces said to Aquarius, 'Virgo made her choice. Go see him and he'll tell you the rest.

Their future was uncertain, but Scorpio and Virgo kissed in the light of dusk. That moment meant everything."

- Stellazzio quest Final Fantasy IX

#final fantasy #astrology #stellazzio #poem #zodiac #final fantasy 9 #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #love #stars

[pom-friend]

A big thank you art for @tiroro-roro , featuring her and @flamesonhammersmith, @shizu-moshroca, and Ominous Horizon (who I don’t think is on Tumblr?) at their regular table at @stellazzio-pizzeria (being waited on by my own Gorbeljin),

THANK YOU for all the Ko-Fi!

Check out my commission information here or buy me a Ko-Fi here!

#the draws #ffxiv art #Tiroro Tiro #Flameson Hammersmith #Shizu Moshroca #Ominous Horizon #Stellazzio Pizzeria #Balmung RP #commission

[nymeialillies]

Stellazzio will always have a pizza of my heart.

It was @stellazzio-pizzeria‘s last night. I was glad to be part of it. Thank you for the memories and the laughs.. the tears, the shirtless moments. If I had not stumbled upon this event a year ago.. I don’t know where Sakana would be. ; w; It’s not goodbye! I know it isn’t! Hope to work and roleplay with the staff and customers somewhere in the future! xoxo, Fishbones Kawatou.

#ffxiv #stellazzio staff #i love you guys #it was a good run

[roger-holmes]

A fond farewell to @stellazzio-pizzeria .  Despite us having our last night just hours ago, it still doesn’t really feel real. Long lasting memories were had, relationships forged, pineapples served. It’s sad to see it go, but I’m sure none of us will forget what it meant to us and the laughs we all shared.

#stellazzio-pizzeria #ffxiv rp #balmung #pineapples #shirtlesshour #big-roger

[joulethieves]

WOW stellazzio preview I just wrote? Sure. Trying to get warmed up for nanowrimo. This takes place in chapter uhhhhhhh. 9 of 13, I think. They have arrived in Archades.

The slant of the dying sun illuminates the windowpanes of Archades’ monoliths, swathing the city in russet-gold. For a moment it resembles Dalmasca and Her red-clay cliffs along the Ester, but the familiarity does little to douse the anger still vibrant and bubbling in the pit of Vaan’s being.

“Do you have any idea what that stunt you pulled could have cost us?” Balthier seethes, the rasp of his hushed whisper reminiscent of a snake. Vaan flinches. His shadow looms over Vaan, who refuses to look back at the pirate. “That scene garnered more attention than our lark in Bhujerba. What exactly was your plan, hm? Have you learned nothing of our journey thus far? Vaan--”

“They were trying to buy her!” Vaan nearly shouts. His fists clench at his sides and finally Balthier sees his eyes, the fury in them, the undeniable glisten of hot tears. The glare of the sun bounces off a nearby windowpane and paints the bruise on his face in a spotlight. Vaan still wears the mark of that scum of a gentry across his face. He could have healed it, easily. But he doesn’t. “They were trying to buy Penelo. Like she was cattle. In broad daylight.”

Balthier’s lip curls in disgust as the reality smites him. “Classy as ever, Archades.”

But Vaan doesn’t laugh. When he speaks next, his voice is tighter. “They didn’t care what she thought. What I thought. What any of us think - any of us,” and here Vaan gestures to himself, his tanned Dalmascan skin, his flaxen hair, everything Archadia is not. “We’re less than people here. Even with a stupid chop. Not even that’s good enough.”

With disgust and defeat, Vaan throws the chop across the alley’s width, and it bounces off the brick onto the cobblestone. It bounces just once, scuffing the waxy coat. Balthier still knows of a place that polishes them, and finds the memory holds no comfort. He wishes he could forget such things, but despite himself, he picks up the chop anyhow. Aside from the scuff, it bears the same exact resemblance as anyone else’s, although Balthier acknowledge it is Vaan’s, and Vaan’s alone. Jules had played them all for fools earlier, but in doing so only proved Vaan’s gumption and charming tact; perhaps it was exactly that spectacle that drew the rogue gentry to him and Penelo, frolicking about the Uppers like exotic gypsies. That seemed easy enough: blame Jules. It’s better than blaming Vaan, who, when Balthier hands back the chop, turns away from it in disgust.

“I don’t want it. I don’t want to belong here.”

But Balthier just closes his fingers around the smoothed wood, grabs Vaan’s wrist, and places it within the palm now far more pliant in his grip. “Take it back,” Balthier says, “and make it yours. You earned it.”

“I don’t want it,” Vaan bites back, capricious. “I don’t want anything here.”

“Just hours before, you were enamoured with this very city.”

“Yeah, well I changed my mind.”

Balthier laughs, but not at Vaan, and not aloud. He buries the sound within the wall of his teeth. “Then we are not so different, you and I.” He’s still holding Vaan’s wrist in his hand when he lowers it and adds, “if only it hadn’t taken me sixteen years to learn it.”

The sun sets faster in Archades. Not really - but the city eats the light hungrily all the same, and soon they are left enshrouded in the shadow of the alley. Without the glare of the sun, Vaan’s face has softened, and it is he who pulls away from Balthier’s grip. 

“You don’t know what it’s like,” he says, “to be seen as an outsider everywhere you go. In Rabanastre, I used to belong. Then I--we--became orphans. It was like we weren’t Dalmascans anymore. We just existed there. And yeah, it’s only been two years, but it’s amazing what that did to us. It was like I didn’t belong anywhere. We weren’t good enough for anything. And even when we had money, booths didn’t want it. Not from us. When Archadians came, all they wanted was the money from people who had this.”

Vaan’s fingers bloom around the chop again, framing the writ of passage with dirty, dull nails and scuffed gauntlets. “And now I finally have it. What they want. What everyone wants. And where did it get me? Face-down on the ground, and thrown into a fountain.” His laugh sounds unlike him, too cynical for Vaan. He’s not one to laugh at things like this, and Balthier doesn’t like it. Archades works its grip strong in any pure of heart that dare venture here, and Balthier feels the urge suddenly to spirit them away back to Tchita under the stars where they both can breathe feel like they belong. 

It’s his turn to laugh.

“And to think, it’s been six years. And you - you’ve not been here even six hours. Yet here we are, already itching to leave.”

“I can see why you got out of here,” Vaan murmurs. And finally--finally, Vaan looks at him for the first time since last night. For some reason, it has felt like longer. His eyes are lush like a swollen raincloud and Balthier finds himself parched. “All these buildings clog up the sky, huh.”

It is with a gentle touch that Balthier guides Vaan towards the exit of the alley, where he will bring them both to the inn Jules secured for them on a lesser-traversed street. There, a bath and a bed await, both he cannot wait any longer in which to indulge. “You’ll see soon enough what truly was the last straw that sent me me cloudborne,” Balthier says darkly. “Draklor awaits our shining faces first thing in the morning.”

Vaan makes a face at that. He’s tired. Balthier, too. Hell - they’re all bloody tired and tonight will be the first night in weeks any of them have had a bed. A real bed - not a cot, not a lump of grass in a field, not a bedroll at a hunter’s camp. A real gods-bedamned mattress, boxspring, and frame.

And a bath. Balthier feels he could weep.

As they emerge from the alley onto the street, foot traffic has slowed. It’s a residential neighborhood and most pedestrians are home now with their families, settled down within their brownstones for dinner. Trees dot the pavement in perfect symmetry, even lines, and meticulously spherical topiaries. They resemble moogle pompoms, he always used to think as a child. He still does, now.

“You kept your own chop. Even after all these years. Were you always planning on coming back?” Vaan’s thoughts bring him back to the present. Balthier shakes his head.

“The first rule of thumb as a leading man - always expect the unexpected. Improvisation is a given in my line of work.” A wink, just for show, but Vaan’s looking at the trees. “Best to come prepared.”

“So...you’re saying I should hold onto mine too?”

“Archades is a city of closed doors. That’s your key. If you ever care to return, you’d do best to hold onto it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then it makes a fine paperweight.”

Vaan’s mouth quirks to the side, and he bits the corner of it, white teeth on lips chapped by dry northern wind. Balthier doesn’t miss the gesture, and remembers the feeling of them from last night, all too vividly for a kiss that lasted barely a bruising three seconds. He imagines the pad of his thumb running along it, applying a rosewater balm to that pout before further slickening it with his own tongue, but shoves the thought away. 

“Hey,” Vaan says as they amble down the street, his temper simmered away to the softer desert boy Balthier has come to know in the night, “those funny trees look like moogle pompoms.”

Balthier smiles, and tilts his head. “Why, yes--I suppose they do.”

#balvaan #my writing #stellazzio

[stellazzio-pizzeria]

Stellazzio Pizzeria changing to MONTHLY

Stellazzio Pizzeria [Balmung] will no longer be a weekly event (there’s so many now! \o/) and will be held on the 4th Wednesday of every month starting June 27th!

We are on hiatus until then! Feel free to swing by and use the pizzeria for open RP however! Our NPC chef, Khoor, will be there to take your orders.

We hope to see you then and spread the word!

#ffxiv rp #balmung #balmung rp events #stellazzio pizzeria

[ckkikilukilu]

Stellazzio Pizza

@stellazzio-pizzeria @hornsome-xiv @roger-holmes @chidorifarcloud

#ffxiv #balmung #events #rp #stellazzio pizzeria