20+ gender-chaotic eldritch abomination
Your friendly neighborhood bun boi with a hyperfixation on crafting (reluctantly participatory in most everything else).
Multi-fandom (FFXIV main blog)
@raexbecrafting on Bluesky
I have no qualms about people using my housing for gposes, that's what I do with them, after all. :) Just be mindful of the other members of my FC, although they're vocal enough that they'll speak for themselves if they so choose.
Private Estate:
Current: Philoxenia (tentative), Primal/Exodus, Goblet, Ward 23, Plot 12 (medium), currently closed because I have a brilliant idea but need a large interior to execute it, so I'm stuck waiting until they implement the TARDIS interior sizes... or a different inspiration strikes (you can still visit to play in the seasonal yard, though).
Previous: Philoxenia (small, I miss it sometimes), a tribute to Amaurot
FC Estate: Pending
Previous: Tranquility, a shrine to Light and Darkness
*I have managed to get Star Contributor before, usually unintentionally, but NEVER on launch day with 200+ other people doing the content. This is both thrilling and an indicator of how utterly feral and deranged I got when I saw the rainbow VFX on these tools.
And sometimes, they're quite annoying. Especially when an insufferable viera is wondering aloud about when "Sunshine" was finally going to wake up from her "beauty sleep."
(Below is a response to this post.)
(Gotta thank Astraex for the inspiration! Especially the last ones XD)
Author's note: 100% a crack fic (that blends WoL and player, plus game mechanics) inspired by a Discord exchange between friends from earlier today (included under the cut). Enjoy. And yes, I'm so omnicrafter-pilled that I can distinguish all the different sound effects of everything crafting- and gathering-related - including Rapid Synthesis failing - when someone else is doing it. My friends live in fear of my judgment.
Word count: 530
It was a clear, sunny day on Oizys (not that there was much variation in the weather up there, anyway) and Fang was happily hammering away under the watchful eyes of the Loporrits, peaceful in his personal reassurance that a certain Viera was still suffering from intense space burnout and would not be going anywhere near a teleporter for at least another week or two. Plenty of time for him to catch up on datasets without any judgmental eyes burning into the back of his head as the sound of his materials cracking from the strain of his efforts filled the air, or a cry of “did I just hear you fail that?!” ringing out from across the base as he hastily swept the ruined contents of yet another cosmic crate under a nearby tarp, breaking his concentration and his will to live. Yes, there was no risk whatsoever of being observed by someone who would most definitely disown him as an apprentice (seriously, he’d been at this long enough, why hadn’t he been promoted to journeyman yet?!) if he saw the way the Hrothgar went about crafting.
However, as he zoned out half-watching his tool shift through a whole array of pretty colors, humming to the beat of his hammer, he failed to notice that the usual sensation of feeling a bit lighter on his feet on this planet was growing stronger and stronger until strobing red lights cut across his vision and a nearby Hyur started yelling about gravitational fluctations and weightlessness. He cursed to himself as he hastened to slap the finishing touches on the powersuit component in his hands, his hammer slipping in his rush and breaking the hydraulics line. As he stared down in consternation at the clear amber fluid now staining his shoes, a massive shadow fell across him, accompanied by the slow tapping of a gloved finger on a metal chassis.
“Fang.”
Sullen silence.
“Did I just watch you break a five-gold streak by using Rapid Synthesis in a macro?”
More silence, this time tinged with evasiveness, indignation, and a bit (okay, maybe a lot) of fear.
He heard a long-suffering sigh somewhere above his head. “We’ll discuss this later.” The gleaming black mech started to stomp away towards the east.
“Why are you even here?” was all he could muster up to mutter under his breath; trust the Viera to hear him perfectly fine all the same from twenty yalms away.
“Oh, I still have 25 drones out of my last stack of 75 left to send out,” came his blithe reply. “Won’t be able to use them on Auxesia, but I got tired of running around after 50 of them and figured I’d finish the rest later when I got bored.” He paused, and Fang could hear the smirk in his voice. “You should go to that red alert, you can at least make up the datasets you Rapid Synthi-failed yourself out of… apprentice. Ciao!”
Fang was going to need to seek out the most obscure, out-of-the-way hole on the planet to craft in from now on, and even then… that psychopath helped build this place, he’d still find him anyway.
Astraex/I can be quite insufferable about crafting, (un)fortunately. XD
Discord conversation that sparked this crack featuring the hubby, @n3rd-qu33n-ffxiv:
I really wish that dyeing the channel on the Crested DoH top that affects the feathers didn't just... ruin the texture so utterly, or I'd be making all my crafting/gathering gear match this palette swap reward for an absolute monster of a grind...
read this and remember it. read this and remember that she is going to use the profits of her fucking ego-stroking reboot to decimate trans rights. read this and remember that every time you pay into her IP, you are emboldening her to hurt us more.
our lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
trans lives matter more than your fucking nostalgia.
Robo-bitch finally gave me her scythe.
(She's still a bitch, though, having not dropped a single set of wings despite all of my not-a-static's blood sacrifices...)
TIL you can climb up some of the mountains in Sinus Ardorum to put Etheirys behind you.
(11.4, 13.4, you can walk most of the way up the spine of the mountain.)
Farewell: "But when will I see you again?"
"Oh, never, never!"
"Never?"
"Well, maybe someday!"
"When? Tomorrow?"
"Oh, no!"
(Seriously, though, if I didn't have to face the wrath of my not-a-static, I'd never leave the moon. >.>)
Future: "I wonder... how far we'll go." (Former depression) birb niece is going to get herself in some trouble in there.
Direct: There are certain problems where Raex would have preferred to use a much more... personal approach. (There are few villains who are wholly unredeemable in this story, but this one... this one can burn forever in all seven hells for all I care.)
Secret: When asked how he managed to gain access to a top-secret government facility in hostile territory to 'borrow' their equipment, Raex shrugged and muttered something about "hidden talents." Also, remember this post and this post? The reveals are below the cut. >:)
Zenos ghost jumpscare (with bonus PNG with transparent background for all of your memeing needs)!
I giggled... a lot while making this. (Look, if I can't make tiny veggie minions sacrifice one of their own in a weird little veggie cult ritual, what's the point of learning Brio?)
Thread: "IT'S ALL CONNECTED, CAN'T YOU SEE?!?" (A bit of personal lore, I occasionally make memes for my not-really-a-static's EX nights... so most of what I've made for Vierapril is about 180 degrees away from what I usually ab/use Gpose and GIMP for.)
Favorite Job: At heart, Raex is still a little goth bun with homicidal tendencies. (I would've gone with alchemist, but at this point I might as well change things up a little... plus reaper is the melee job I fell in love with when it came out in EW, and that love has only grown in DT.)
Fix: "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm still going to come help... but could you little buggers maybe do this when it's light out and not raining?!" (The answer was 'no' because they had to ride at dawn to defend their honor in the First Hopefully-Annual Novrandt Demolition Derby.)
Sad: Years ago, at his lowest and loneliest moment, Raex contemplated breaking the wheel to spare his future self. (If you've done the sidequest "Nhaama's Sweet Embrace," you'll know what the Dotharl do in this place.)
