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FFXII WEEK pt2 ~ 15th-21st SEPTEMBER 2025

Welcome to 2025 FFXII Week pt2! We're going back to the multiple prompts style for this round, so please enjoy.

"Rules" are as below:

-> Create a piece to cover one or more of the prompts on the relevant day -> Pieces can be art, fanfiction, meta, graphics of any kind (gifs, edits, recolours etc.), playlists, or even physical items! Anything you want~ -> There are no rules on allowed content save for no AI, but please ensure you tag up your works so people can mute tags as required -> You can add any of your pieces to the collection on ao3 - please drop an Ask to the account if you need any help doing this -> Tag all pieces with #ffxii week and please tag @ffxiievents as well so that your humble moderator doesn't miss your work! -> As usual, late entries are all fine and accepted, so please don't be afraid to tag and @ after the event is over!

PROMPTS

Day 1 ~ Entite ~ Favourite Monster ~ Modern AU

Day 2 ~ Paling ~ Favourite Esper ~ Training & Sparring

Day 3 ~ Dreadnought ~ Favourite Weapon ~ Regency AU

Day 4 ~ Mist ~ Favourite City ~ Timeloop & Time Travel

Day 5 ~ Bazaar ~ Favourite Song ~ Supernatural/Paranormal AU

Day 6 ~ Necrohol ~ Favourite NPC ~ 5 Times Fic

𝔽𝔽𝕏𝕀𝕀 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟞: 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 ℕℙℂ -> 𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖

The only female Judge Magister of the Archadian Empire, Drace is both confidante to Judge Magister Gabranth and mentor to the young Lord Larsa. Steadfastly loyal to her homeland and to Emperor Gramis, she is nevertheless an outspoken critic of the war in Ivalice and openly distrustful of Vayne Solidor. She possesses an unbreakable integrity and inner strength, placing her faith in truth, justice, and the rule of law. Ruthless on the battlefield, she is a formidable opponent with which to cross paths. Yet, in the end, none of that could shield her from the perils of the cutthroat, covetous, and deceptive arena of Imperial politics…

Drace: "Live, Gabranth. Protect the young lord. Protect Larsa..." Gabranth: "Forgive me..." Drace: "Pray, be quick."