moon's haunted

Video games, OCs, art and whatever || OC sideblog at @unbending-steel

[memento-moogle]

This is a blog for video games I play, stuff I find funny, my ocs, and occasional personal posts! I'm over 18. Blog organization is uhhhhh in the works.

Current interests: FFXIV, BG3, Splatoon, Blame!, Outer Wilds, Trigun, TotK, Warframe

FFXIV personal post archive at @unbending-steel

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[mythiclings]

🔥🔥🔥🔥

[feralratbitesu]

harnessed this things essence lol and all that he once was is now redused to this. kept his husk alive just bc i was bored lol

[aeridium]

this year for fanfest i embroidered the titania shadowbox! (yes the whole thing)

process and wip pics under the cut!

basic outline/pattern was drawn in procreate based off of ref pics in the game, and i did a rough color map to plan which sections were what color and where the transitions would be. i printed the outline onto water soluble stabilizer for a guide when embroidering. pieces were cut out and i did a simple running stitch to tack them onto the cloth. everything managed to fit in 3 8” hoops with some amount of tetrising.

interlude: shaping so much wire to match the wing outlines so they can somewhat stand freely

outline of the different sections was done with backstitch in the respective color and the wire was couched down (black thread in the middle is to mark the color transitions bc it was a little hard to see)

stabilizer was then washed away since i already had the outline down and i didn’t want to embroider through the paper. also no idea if i was doing it wrong or my stabilizer was old, but it didn’t wash away fully under the stitches so i had to spend a few hours removing shreds of paper with a pin and tweezers. fun times!

once everything is dry, whip stitch to cover the wire, and long and short stitch for everything else, 1 strand for the colors and 2 for the black. rinse and repeat for the rest of the wings

main body done, now cut everything out! wow that’s a lot of pieces..

+ the back, just for fun (the wire tails were kept long to put everything together.. we’ll come back to that)

the staff is made from felt. flower petals were made similar to the wings, with a wire slip outline so they could be shaped and curled like petals. buttonhole stitch this time to cover the wire, and whipped backstitch for the petal center. knots/thread tails at the petal base since they would be mostly covered. for the stem(?) part, it’s a triangular piece if felt rolled into a log, the free edge whip stitched in the back to hide the seam. the petals were attached to the inside at the top so when you roll it the wires are all hidden. i also some wire along the side for added sturdiness. sorry i don’t have a lot of pics of this i was too annoyed while making it lol

construction time! fabric over sturdy cardboard would be the background showing in the frame (no glass), and i punched a small hole in the cardboard somewhere around the middle to feed the wires through. the general plan: the center wing piece would form a hoop to slide the staff in, and all of the other wing wires would wrap around the hoop. the wire that made up the hoop would then feed through the hole in the cardboard and get sandwiched between the cardboard and the back of the frame so the whole thing can be supported. the result: this abomination 

but! everything ended up fitting and the staff is removable so success! some finishing touches:

green glass bead at the center of the staff petals, held in place by wire

smaller beads at the center of the wing piece to mimic the in game model

wire inside a piece green yarn to wrap around the staff

and that’s it! as a thanks for making it through this whole thing, have a secret 4th pic that i submitted but wasn’t included in the ffxiv single image compilation lol

[emeships]

Guys I just got to phase 3 of umad and kefka looked me dead in the eye through the screen and said my full legal name, home address, and social security number during the transition?

[peculiarmarsu]

Based on events at London Fanfest.

[ofdarklands]

The Fool

print // file (soon)

[ofdarklands]

pokemans part 2

[perception-filter]

Remember: if they can regenerate it is completely okay to do as much brutality as you want because they'll just heal it away anyways ^_^

[kulvefaggoth]

THIS ULTIMATE IS NEXT LEVEL OH MY GOD

source

[damagepersaku]

Happy UMAD week, my page for the RaidLog zine yippee.

[haunted-xander]

I want to bully her

[bubbie-tea]

halmy !!

[superlark]

I got here again last night and it hurt worse than the first time.

[holespoles]

Kaoru Sugino

"The Fancy Cat Parade"

すぎのかおる

「おめかしネコちゃんのパレード」

[unionizedwizard]

head in hands. the way sphene's arc is a perfect tragedy but nobody starting with the writers themselves seems to realize it.

imagine the horror of waking up after practically the most traumatic events conceivable, leading up to nothing less than your death, only to find out that they made - without your consent or knowledge, of course - an AI version of you, using your likeness, voice, memories, and core personality traits tweaked to fill the needs of the nameless, mysterious puppeteerer holding the strings in the shadows, who is only keeping the aspects of your personhood that fit his agenda at any given time. and this - extremely sophisticated - AI is, as far as you can tell, sentient and aware of her nature and fate, but unable to do anything about it, agency being denied at every turn. and the thing is - people love her. her people - your people - adore her. she's endlessly (hah) doting, gentle, caring, the sister to every child and mother to everyone, a perfect doll to be deployed to pacify and placate the feelings of anyone. she has no needs nor even preferences of her own, the better to accomodate that of others. her algorithm - to which she is, as an AI, completely bound - even pushed her to self-destruct and violate every single principle she held, even though it cost her the small fraction of agency and personhood she had managed to build. she was stuck in what was effectively an abusive marriage of convenience for survival for three decades. that copy was eventually erased, then remade with slightly different parameters in order to follow a slightly different agenda, and nobody sees the difference. nobody even remembers the former iteration. you can, however. you never met the original AI - whom everyone including your newfound (and only) friends loves and clearly grieves, including someone you may or may not be falling in love with, who clearly was in love with the unauthorized AI version of you. eventually you manage to reclaim your agency, your personhood, you fight the shadow puppeteer, you even win! - and then, what happens?

you're back to square one. the people are grateful and they love you oh so much. everyone just looks up at you with hopeful, expectant, wet puppy eyes. they need you! by which, obviously, they mean they need the old version of you, the AI that only ever served them, even though they swear it's not the case, that they've changed now; was your own education, in a bygone era, when you were reared to assume this duty (and enthusiastically rose up to the challenge) anything different than a cold algorithmic decision? can you even tell the difference? programming is programming, isnt it? you have your duty. you need to protect and serve these people. who are you to refuse their wishes? yet something feels unfair, something buried very deep inside you. so you hesitate. you bow and examine the tiara - a girlish accessory, even though she was about 400 years old at this point - which was used to monitor your AI predecessor's every thought and action, spy on her constantly, and presumably give her orders. things are different now, they say. things are back to normal. the cycle has been fulfilled. only this time you are dimly aware of the personhood you're being so efficiently denied. or are you? is anyone? nobody seems to see anything wrong with this state of affairs. your newfound - and only! - friends encourage you to accept this role. for the sake of continuity, says the woman you may or may not be in love with. you are all standing in an illusory, impossible, computer-generated landscape. you slowly put the tiara on. THE END

[lizardsister]

if moogles were real id make one smoke cigarettes until it died

[kaybebog]

Moogles already have one addiction and they’re sticking to it