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nichroous · 9 months
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"Inherit my hell, I intone with glee..."
I didn't make it in but here's my piece for this year! It's all about our journey ARR through Endwalker with dear Hermes and Fandaniel.
Process: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeKuTP5MT3k
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mosthuggableffxiv · 9 months
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Round 1B: Haurchefant Greystone vs Zodiark
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"Do you not see this man? This absolute legend of a man, he decided to throw out laws and other stuff to give his friends a safe place to stay. He is like a puppy, so happy, so energetic, so beautiful. When he hears his friends are in danger it takes a small army to hold him back from going after them, he is a hot choccy god, he casually ignores laws to give his friend his prized bird, and does whatever to make everyone happy. Sure he may crush your spine in a hug but it's worth it to make him happy. Spines are overrated, Haurchefant is worth it."
"have you seen the things he's went through. went though so much slander the entire game just to be protecting us. why did hydaelyn want to kill him. also no I'm not referring to fandaniel or asahi but fandaniel also needs a hug. also zodiark is hot"
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astralflows · 10 months
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a collection
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herssian · 7 months
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was ruminating today how venat was capable of imbuing everyone she met with this strong sense of purpose and trust and desire for something better, to want to achieve impossible things if it means your unending love will see them through, and then i started laughing because what if someone with emet-selch's personality was in her place instead? people would have beat his ass long before the sundering
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akkalime · 1 year
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The eldest and most powerful of Primals
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kingofreddragons · 2 years
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Commission of the Sundering from a private client. Mixed media on Bristol, 11x17”
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just-pug-things · 1 year
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Someone didn't think this through
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Having thoughts about Azem again
How did Azem feel when they first learned about the plan to summon Zodiark? To hear that half the world would be sacrificed for this god? To hear that Elidibus, one of their dearest friends, would become that god's heart? To the Convocation, it must have been easy to rationalize such a great loss of life. After all, only Azem left the city and traveled regularly. The rest of them would have known very few people outside of Amaurot, and left only to recruit new members to their seats. And sure, the people being sacrificed had consented to becoming Zodiark, but when you have to choose between a plan that will kill you but save your loved ones, and continuing a nightmare with no other known solution, is there really much choice to it? To being stuck between a rock and a hard place?
How much worse was it, when the skies were no longer ablaze, when the world had stilled, to learn that another of their dearest friends had been one of those sacrificed to achieve this? To learn that half of the survivors would also be sacrificed in order to restart the cycle of life? 3/4ths of the world, gone. People that you knew personally—people that you helped and laughed with and learned from—all gone before their times. It's no wonder Azem refused to be part of any of this. Hell, they felt so strongly about it that they not only quit the Convocation, but left Amaurot entirely. Were they searching for another way? Some other solution that no one else could think of? Did they think they were a failure when the skies stopped burning and they realized they were too late?
And then, after all this loss and grief and guilt, to receive an offer from a group of people following their mentor and predecessor, someone they trusted and respected, asking them to join in on the summoning of another god. One that would, admittedly, prevent yet another sacrifice—this time of the new life that had formed since the cycle was restarted—but still. How that must have hurt, to be asked to take part in yet another sacrifice that would claim a loved one
And this isn't even getting into whether or not Azem knew about what was going to happen/what occurred on Elpis, because that could completely recontextualize everything they did during and after the Final Days
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umbralaether · 1 year
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99 runs later………
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akirakirxaa · 9 months
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Day 4: Primal
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Once, Akira thought she would feel some sense of triumph when she inevitably would clash with Zodiark.
She did not expect a wave of grief and regret.
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ainyan · 8 months
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FFXIVWrite Day #13 - Check
check
verb (used without object)
to make an inquiry, investigation, etc., such as for verification (often followed by up, into, etc.)
to make a sudden stop; pause
Chess. to make a move that puts the opponent's king under direct attack.
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“Check.”
The dark, amorphous cloud across the board paused in its seething, stilling for one brief moment before it began to churn once more. It studied the board to determine the threat to its obsidian king. There, sitting diagonal, was a single, battered white pawn. An easy kill - but it could see the threat from the pair of knights, each positioned to strike should it dare to take the offered sacrifice. And escape was not an option; their queen was stationed nearby, cutting off the last open space.
Emet-Selch stood straight and proud, golden eyes gleaming fierce as he held his staff threateningly before him. “It's over, Hermes. In the name of the Convocation, I hereby take Meteion into custody. And setting aside the matter of your nomination, you will come with us, too. We require your knowledge to assess and resolve the situation.” To either side, they stood - Hythlodaeus, their bow raised, their rose eyes sorrowing as they trained their drawn arrow upon Hermes’ breast. Venat’s sapphire gaze held no remorse, but instead great compassion, sword and shield in her hands held up in defense, not aggression. And behind them, the small, slim form of the familiar waited on tip-toe, lavender-edged eyes pained at the edges, chakrams held loosely within her hands, ready to fly at a moment’s notice. None of them were happy to be there in that moment, but all of them were ready to fight for the star below them.
So why check? Why not checkmate- ah. Of course. They had also seen its reserve gambit.
Muttering at having its hand forced, it slid its rook across the board, exchanging places with its king. It left the rook open to being taken - a sacrifice of the pawn, which would be swiftly overrun by one of its other minions, but worth the cost.
Hermes’ arm flung out as he forced himself to his feet, facing the four who would dare to stand against him in his own domain. “Go, Meteion. To the edge of the universe, where none can reach you.” Venat took a step forward, her eyes flashing. “This ends here!” Moving to intercept her, Hermes raised his voice in urgency. “Fly, Meteion!” Eyes bulging in outrage, Emet-Selch thrust forth his hand. “That is far enough, Hermes!”  As he distracted Hermes from Venat, the woman rushed towards the edge of the platform, calling, “Argos, to me!” As she leapt into the air, her golden familiar caught her and they sped after the fleeing bird.
A quick check of the board heartened it; unless its partner wildly altered their methods, it would still win within a few more moves, storming across the board and easily devouring those few white units that remained. “You will not win.”
They sighed as they surveyed the board. “Not this time,” they conceded, their voice a mingling of masculine and feminine tones, a two-toned bell that chimed with sorrow.
“Almost…” But her effort was not enough. “Very well, then. You may elude us this day, but not forever!” Flinging forth her hand, she cast a spell which struck the bird, merging with it. Then, heart heavy with regret, Venat turned Argos and urged him to return to her struggling comrades. Below, Hythlodaeus sighed. “Meteion's gotten away…” he warned his two remaining companions.
“Not this time, nor any time, as long as you continue to play with a soft heart,” it retorted. “You refuse to sacrifice the expendable, so you lose that which you can least afford to lose.”
They stroked a finger over the battered pawn before withdrawing their hand and gently laying their king upon its side, signaling the end of the match. “Perhaps, but what use is there in winning if you have lost everything?”
It grinned, a brief gaping of the swirls and eddies to reveal a mouth of pitch black and shimmering silver teeth, sharp and lethal. “If you win, you have not lost everything.”
They frowned, studying the board, then exhaled. “Again.”
“Again, again, again, no matter how many agains, you will lose. You will always lose. You are too soft.”
Their frown grew fiercer - then they snapped, and in that single crack of sound, the universe around them shivered. One board became fourteen. “A wager, then.” No longer was her voice two-toned, but proud and rich and quintessentially female.
They are my meaning and my purpose. My love. In spite of...or perhaps because of this, I choose to believe. In mankind's potential. In his ability to find a way forward. So let there be no way back. From that temptation I sunder us. No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. Henceforth, he shall walk.
It looked interested. “Since when have you engaged in wagers?” She waited in silence. “A wager, then,” it agreed.
She looked satisfied. “You have won this world, but now what was one is now fourteen. So we will play for each shattered shard. If you win, you win the board. If we draw, we play again. But if I win, it ends. The worlds remain as they are at that moment, and we move on. Leave them to live their lives, without interference from either of us.”
“And if I win all fourteen?”
She gazed upon that clouded form. “Then I will contest you no more for possession of this star; it shall be yours, whole, in perpetuity to with as you please. And I will move on.”
Again, that gape-maw grin, with those shining, sharp, silvery teeth glistening in the faint illumination that swirled around them. “A deal is struck, a bargain is made.”
She hid her anxiety behind a serene smile. “A deal is struck, a bargain is made.” She gazed down at the board between them, the last of the thirteen copies. Quietly, she stroked that single battered pawn, alone amidst a sea of white pieces that shone bright and new.
“Will you not replace that one?” it asked curiously.
“No,” she said, and withdrew her hand. “There is no need. As long as it remains, there is always hope.”
It shook its head. “Foolish to pin one’s hopes on a single piece. But if that is your desire.” Once more, that void-shriven grin. “Shall we play a game?”
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FFXIVWrite2023 Day #13: Check
OCs: Kal'istae Miurani (Familiar)
NPCs: Hydaelyn, Zodiark, Venat, Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, Hades, Meteion
AU: No AU
[ -- Master Post: FFXIVWrite2023 -- ]
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bnuuywol · 10 months
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🧟‍♀️- would my muse have a deceased loved one resurrected for any reason?
There's not much time between when Zodiark is summoned and when Hydaelyn comes to be, but in the short span of time before he's sundered, Prometheus would give anything, anything to bring Hythlodaeus back. Every part of him aches when he thinks about the day he lost him. Seeing the nature of the star restored when yet another half of their remaining populace is sacrificed only reminds him of what they've lost. Losing Hythlodaeus was the one thing that finally broke him.
You can see it reflected in Phoenyx. A starry-eyed wanderer shattered by the terrible loss he endured. All that's left is the rage, the heartbreak. Except Prometheus never had the time to bounce back, and so that shattered heart lives on in Phoenyx forevermore.
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mosthuggableffxiv · 10 months
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Play-In: Zodiark vs the Cloud of Darkness
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"have you seen the things he's went through. went though so much slander the entire game just to be protecting us. why did hydaelyn want to kill him. also no I'm not referring to fandaniel or asahi but fandaniel also needs a hug. also zodiark is hot"
"The sweet embrace of death"
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impossible-rat-babies · 7 months
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a little bit in love with zodiark as he's presented in EW. real good concept there boys just go out and create a funny lil guy from the souls of millions to save your star, and thus said creature just embodies the will of the star. the desire to keep moving, to preserve the past, to not forget. lovely thing to do to a villain <3
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vulcanautus · 2 years
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sage weapon design + an unfinished reaper design
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comics-in-midgar · 2 years
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epitome of mmo gaming
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