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@ultimaleus
#ULTIMALEUS. independent and private ultima from square enix's final fantasy xvi. low and sporadic activity. not spoiler free! content warning for religious imagery, cosmic/eldritch horror, violence, death, dehumanization, psychological manipulation. follow at your own discretion. written by taco. established july 13, 2023.
PRIVATE / LOW ACTIVITY FFXVI MULTIMUSE featuring clive rosfield and jill warrick as written by curry ( she/her. 30+ ). Β this blog is iconless and not spoiler free.
carrd for rules and roster.
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ok but hear me out. if you just put a bag over their head...
i absolutely love ultima's cutscenes primarily being in rooms with a heavy blue light. i love him looking like an even uglier smurf for most of his appearances.
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alas, it is only fault of HIS that gave this entity allowance of his body. yet by founder's watchful keep, alexander does not cede its powers unto this ABOMINATION, instead using its powers to sustain the TRUE olivier's existence and presence upon this world and keep him close ( it is not yet time for this one, there is much to accomplish ).
but there's no FALSEHOODS in ultima's words. compared to his half brother, olivier is far too POWERLESS when faced with not only ultima but the ultimate mechanisms of this realm. politics, diplomacy, warfare .. everything that his mother wished of him, that a mere child cannot bear its fruits.
hence why he only appears before ultima in an incorporeal form, seen by only him, with his existence safely tucked away in other corners of the world.
β not in your hands either, β he objects curtly, his gaze drifting from the EVIL SPIRIT to his mother, but only in brief as even olivier cannot stomach the sight. tiny fists clench by his side, his eyes narrowing sharply as he attempts composure in face of these snide jabs made in his way. he's PREPARED but wounds still fester when a dagger is plunged into the flesh. β what use of these .. privileges does a ghost such as yourself need ? β
a small pause, and then his amber eyes filled with DETERMINATION. β i'm not leaving, fiend. not before you get the hell out of my body. β
Around them is the incessant nattering of fatherβs council β tired and decrepit old fools still swarming about the decaying carcass of the empire they so valiantly serve. Unwilling to acknowledge for even a moment that what they hope to create, what they hope to continue, has long but given way to rot, its body already festering within and bloated, insides melting away to blackening bile. And still they flit about as mayflies, biting away at their holy empire, gorging themselves while they still can.
Even a dying creature can still serve a purpose before it is finally claimed. They listen with only half an ear but briefly, only to turn their attention away. It is always the same β the war, the stores of food that dwindle by the day. As they argue does the cancer that eats away the very vitality beneath their feet continue. So will they turn their greed elsewhere, to more fertile ground. Only will they realize within their new capitol that they can no more flee the sickness as they can excise it.
βYour body is already gone. It is by our will and our power alone that sustains it.β Like a marionette with its strings cut, will it collapse never to be of use again should they leave. βBut you may have it in due time, if that is your wish. If what you desire so badly is a corpse.β To prove their point, they allow the illusion to drop. Unseen by all but the little speck, is the true extent and horror of its body β an open grave left to the elements, cold glassy eyes that stare and watch.
Motherβs hand drifts to their crown, already is it clear that she too tires of the drivel that spills forth as murky sickness. The council has been dismissed, one by one do they file out of the hall and from his throne does father rise with a tired sigh. Itβll not be long now before he too falls to dust. This entire family tossed to the same grave as this little speck. βOnly when we are through with our needs here will we leave. When we have what it is that we truly want.β At that does their gaze turn briefly to the bastard prince, for all his power does Dion stand away from his family. βHow strange it is, he is the most powerful creature in this room and yet he allows his own blood to use and mistreat him.β Β
anyway pulling off my mask as i'm sure it's obvious by now with the people i'm interacting with. hi i'm taco. mostly kept this under wraps cuz it was funny surprising friends with this.
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......................................why did no one tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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A barrier of flesh and flame is what binds them now. So fragile a cage that they need only to push but briefly to see the cracks that spider through the yellowing bone. Within they hear the anguished screams of a feeble creature whose very being contorts around their will. Without its suffering is no more than a whisper of dust through the wind, unheard and unanswered. Such is the hubris of mankind to believe themselves capable of shackling their god. Such is their weakness that they could bend the flame bird, twist its body to hear it crack within their grasp.
βThere will be no salvation.β They whisper within the little birdβs ear, a brush of their voice against its skin. βThere will be no hope. What you do now will amount to nothing. Your brother belonged to me before he came into being. Soon, your body will weaken, the price you pay will be too much for even your fire to heal.β The boy will collapse into rot and ash and they will crawl forth from that ruin. Whether by the exertion of their immeasurable power or through the inexorable march of time will they be free.
For now, with Mythos still stumbling through the world as a newborn, will they bide their time. And will they make this one suffer in its brotherβs stead. They seep through the borders between them so easily, a skittering shadow of a hundred limbs clawing through its minds and dreams. / @pheoniks
man... rewatching the game with a friend.
and crazy to me how hugo probably really could have killed clive at the end of their first match had harbard not interfered.
tsckcyomi β a rp-blog featuring muses from final fantasy vii / xiv / xv / xvi, elden ring, k project, twewy and more. current focus lies on final fantasy xvi, spoilers tagged. independent, private and highly selective. roster and guidelines available here. written by nill / nikan. template.
when someone tells me that my portrayal of ultima is creeping them out.
( oliver ) β get out of my body. β
Lo there comes but the barest whisper through the cavernous reaches that lay between them and the speck. A mote yet to set adrift through the dark beyond of life, where all that has perished must go. It speaks then of the flagrant willfulness of mankind, that they would dare even in this. When faced with its god would this miserable speck still continue to defy. Such is the nature of these beasts, so profaned have they become and they no know better than to simply die. Still clinging by but the fraying threads that would bind spirit to that which is physical.
Ultima is many things, but they are not a merciful god. Not to that which is meant to be nothing but a tool. They would torment this child if need be if only to at last cut away the remaining strings that would bind this loathsome blot. Even now as it continues as an unseen spectral, no more than a brief shimmer of their perception, it is unseen and unknown to the rest of these all too frail and fleeting creatures. Coddled by the one who was once this feckless lambβs mother, Ultima smiles, twisting the fabric of her skirts in their hands. Expensive material, as they know well though she would do little to reprimand them should they choose to ruin the dress.
βOh? With how little youβve accomplished with this body, I thought youβd be glad to be rid of it. Cede it to hands that would make better use of your station and your privileges.β They speak in a voice unheard by these too base creatures, their mother too low a being to perceive such speech.
βIn the end, you would have died as nothing but a worthless and meaningless thing. Isnβt it better to simply let go, little ghost?β
you know. the fact that ultima is an uglier. shittier. shallowier. version of emet-selch.
perfectly normal child.
plotting call! who wants to offer both body and soul to ultima?
i really wish the writers had leaned into the eldritch horror aspect of ultima more. it's there and was especially stronger towards the start of the game with them speaking an unknowable language with a design that's human, but also very alien.
was especially tickled with this being that's seemingly genderless and sexless and fluid enough and uncaring that they easily shift between masc and fem, presenting as one but likening themselves to clive's mother (which btw, i also lament that they didn't lean into ultima being more present and representative of clive's absent maternal figure other than a single line).
but that's okay, it's what i'm here for. to psychologically scar your characters and worsen whatever parental issues that they might have.
