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coolcataetheryte · 5 months ago

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Say You Love Me series (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Pairing: ThancredxJoker(mWoL)

Contains: eeeh basically smut. But with fluff toward the end. Tell me if you want something specific tagged Idk

Mature audience only!

Note: This takes place during post-Heavensward, when Thancred returns to the group. We get a bit of Joker’s backstory here. Wolcred Week Day 1: Warmth/Home (this fits both prompts) sorry i'm posting this on day 3. I forgot lol

Background info: This is a series of snippets of Joker’s life with Thancred and G’raha in my Magical Heroes AU, during any part of the entirety of the game. The AU elements may not be entirely prominent in all stories, but know that they do take place in an AU, and so some things may be different from canon. Not every part will be in chronological order. I’ll just be writing them as they come to me. I’ll always give a bit of context of when it takes place. It isn’t necessary to read the previous ones, but they may help with understanding some things, such as specific gestures, or phrases they do/say to each other.

Word count: 2,826

Joker was pacing in his room. Thancred had wanted a much needed full cleanse and had asked him to wait. He, of course, had taken the time to clean up as well, but he’d finished long before Thancred, and it was becoming agony. He startled at the sound of the door opening.

“Hey,” came Thancred’s voice.

Before he could even blink, Joker had leapt into his arms. He held him as tight as he could before lifting him off the ground, and instinctively, Joker wrapped his legs around his waist. Thancred walked him over to the desk and sat him on top of it as they kissed fervently, as if to make up for all the time they’d been apart.

Joker’s hands stroked his tanned cheeks, feeling the overgrown stubble. Normally he’d hate facial hair, but right now the scratchy sensation was somehow grounding. Like it was proof his lover had truly returned.

Meanwhile, Thancred’s hands had found their way into the soft, blue hair he loved to touch. It’d been far too long since he’d been able to stroke his fingers through it. He gingerly touched the ribbon wrapped around the longer lock of hair, then pulled it out, leaving the hair loose over Joker’s shoulder. He then threaded his hand into the shorter lengths. Gripping it, he gently pulled Joker’s head back enough to gain access to that lovely throat he’d missed so much. He kissed, licked, and sucked at the sensitive skin, drawing soft moans from the beautiful Viera.

Joker tugged at Thancred’s shirt. Without breaking contact, Thancred all but tore the offending article off of himself, then helped Joker out of the confines of his jacket. The kiss was finally broken to lift Joker’s shirt up and over his head, the hem catching on his long ears before sliding off onto the desk. It took only a few seconds, but that was already longer than either of them could bear. Their lips crashed together even more desperately than before.

Thancred caressed every inch of newly exposed skin. He had every scar, every crease, every muscle entirely memorized, and made sure he left absolutely nothing untouched. His fingers brushed over a scar on Joker’s back he didn’t recognize. Joker hissed slightly, the flesh still a bit tender, but it didn’t hinder their fervor. Thancred’s touch became lighter, and he ghosted over its entirety, committing it to memory as well.

Joker leaned back as Thancred’s lips made their way down to his chest, moaning when his tongue laved hungrily over a nipple while fingers massaged the other. He tangled his own fingers into the untrimmed white tresses, still damp from his shower, urging his lover not to stop.

Thancred was more than happy to oblige, but his pants had grown uncomfortably tight and he knew Joker’s must feel the same. He pushed Joker further onto his back, shoving things uncaringly off the desk as he did so. He kissed down his abs until he met the edge of his pants. He eagerly undid the closure with his teeth. Joker, propped on an elbow, watched him impatiently.

As soon as he worked the trousers open, he was met with a flash of blue hair. He looked up at Joker with a smirk, who could only blush in response. It was unlike him to forgo his undergarments, but he knew Thancred absolutely loved the surprise. Not wasting another moment, Thancred pulled the pants off, freeing Joker’s erection. He kissed the heated tip before taking it fully into his mouth.

Joker moaned as he leaned back onto the desk. A hand found its way back into Thancred’s hair, the other moved to cover his mouth. His moans were growing loud with his lover working his magic.

Thancred let out a moan of his own, sending a wonderful vibration that had Joker writhing with pleasure. He could tell by the pitch of Joker’s moans he was getting close to release. He continued, pushing him closer and closer, listening carefully to the beautiful sounds tumbling from Joker’s mouth. Almost. Almost.. Now!

He released the erection from his hold just before Joker could reach ecstasy. He couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable way Joker positively whined his name in frustration. Thancred moved up to capture his lips, less ravenously this time, but still full of desire.

Joker forgot his ire entirely with Thancred’s skillful tongue in his mouth now. His arms encircled the other man’s neck, and Thancred pulled him closer by the waist before drifting a hand down to stroke an ebony thigh. He braced Joker against him as he lifted him with ease. He moved them to the bed this time, nudging the nest of pillows aside to lay him.

Thancred stood back to remove his own trousers, groaning when his erection was finally able to stand at full attention. Joker reached a hand toward him anxiously. Thancred held it, and kissed it gently as he joined his lover on the bed. He leaned over him, reaching his arm to search for the bottle of lubricant that so often wound up shoved under the pillows. He’d done it without even thinking, but of course it’d been months, and it made sense it’d have been moved or tossed. Joker, a bit delayed in realizing what he was feeling around for, pointed him toward the nightstand. Thancred once again leaned his entire body over him, stretching to reach inside and dig around.

Joker took the opportunity to kiss Thancred’s chest, and grope his hands over the muscles he was happy his lover still had. Hopefully, that meant he hadn’t gone too hungry. But now wasn’t the time to worry about such things. He gasped as lubricated fingers slipped inside him. He’d been too distracted by Thancred’s chest to notice when he’d retrieved and opened the bottle. He did his best to relax into the motions.

Thancred kissed him leisurely, gently sliding his tongue into Joker’s all too eager mouth. He worked his fingers carefully. He always thoroughly prepared him before moving on to the main event. When Joker cried out in pleasure he focused his fingers on that particular spot.

Joker was nearly whimpering by the time his release finally came. He was still trembling when Thancred’s fingers retreated. He kissed Joker’s ears, his forehead, his cheeks, and finally his lips once more.

“Still ok?,” Thancred asked, holding him close.

Joker nuzzled him. “I want you.”

Thancred pressed his forehead against Joker’s, a motion Joker had taught him to do as an ultimate affectionate sign to a lover. Something from his Viera tribe upbringing. They did it often. It was the last contact they’d had in the tunnels beneath Ul’dah, so long ago.

Joker’s heart filled with warmth. He closed his eyes and hummed contentedly.

The two stayed like that for a moment, basking in the familiarity. Thancred stroked his hair and ears.

“Say you love me,” he said, just as he had in the tunnels, but this time it was with a smile rather than despair.

“I love you so much,” Joker replied eagerly.

Thancred held him and reversed their positions so quickly Joker was almost dizzy. He was now straddled atop, with Thancred smirking up at him from below.

“I just wanted a better view,” he teased, rubbing Joker’s thigh. “I missed looking at you.”

Joker was happy to indulge him. He guided his lover’s rod inside himself, biting his lip as he felt every inch slide perfectly into place. Gods he had missed him.

A moan escaped Thancred’s lips. He watched his lover fully seat himself onto his girthy length. He held both dark thighs, stroking a thumb over a tiny scar he, of course, still remembered. He waited with barely contained impatience as Joker adjusted to the sensation with a few deep breaths. It had been a while, it made sense his body would need a bit more time today. He slid one hand up to hold his waist. His eyes darted down to Joker’s dripping erection. It twitched slightly, and he had to will himself not to touch it. He wanted Joker to last as long as possible.

Finally, Joker began to move, lean muscles contracting beautifully. He started at a quick pace, moaning each time he impaled himself.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” Thancred breathed.

Joker leaned his head back in rapture, arching his chest in a way that begged for his nipples to be touched. Thancred couldn’t resist. He reached his hands up to fondle the dark buds, the stimulation causing Joker to twitch and move his hips erratically. With gasping moans, he pressed himself deeper on the erection inside him, completely unable to continue on his own.

Thancred massaged the perked nipples a few final times before dragging his hands back down to hold Joker’s waist firmly. He thrusted fervently up into him. Joker’s moans were growing desperate, and higher in pitch. He braced his hands on Thancred’s chest, his own erection bobbing between them with the force of his lover’s movements. For just a moment, their eyes met, and suddenly both of them were shouting out their release.

Joker collapsed onto him, panting. Thancred smoothed the long ears back to keep them out of his face. His chest was heaving under Joker’s cheek, heart pounding. They laid there catching their breath.

It wasn’t long before emotion started welling up in Joker’s chest. His eyes filled with tears and there was nothing he could do to stop them from spilling over onto Thancred’s chest.

Thancred held him tighter, stroking his ears and hair soothingly.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “It’s ok. I’m here. Everything will be ok.”

“I thought I lost you,” Joker cried.

“You won’t be rid of me that easily,” he said, rubbing circles on Joker’s back. “I love you.”

Despite his calming words, Thancred’s own tears began to fall. It had been difficult not knowing the state of things. While he was more than sure Joker would be alive and waiting for him, he couldn’t be certain he wouldn’t be badly hurt. Feeling the unfamiliar scar again reminded him of that much. His lover was strong, but not invulnerable. They held each other, crying quietly.

It had been a few hours since their reunion. In that time they bathed again-together this time-and ate a much needed meal. Thancred sat comfortably in a large chair, Joker draped in his lap. Joker was nuzzling him contentedly, another loving gesture common for his race. Thancred was caressing him in return. One hand gently scratching the base of his ears, the other, stroking his arm.

Thancred loved these moments just as much, if not more, than when they made love. The touching was soothing. He was happy to stroke and caress Joker in all the ways he’d learned he enjoyed. Admittedly, they had only been dating less than a year before chaos was thrown into their laps again. But in that short time, he’d learned so much about Joker. And himself.

He never realized how much he loved just touching another person. He’d had others of course, men and women, but none of them wanted to simply cuddle and stroke each other in such a way that he felt was so intensely intimate, yet didn’t need to lead to sex, and often didn’t. It was relaxing. Comforting. A way of bonding that only Joker could show him. They could be together this way forever and Thancred would savor every single minute of it, never tiring. He breathed a deep, relaxed breath and closed his eyes as Joker ever so gently nipped at his neck and continued nuzzling.

Joker melted into Thancred more as he stroked along his back. He laid on his shoulder, practically boneless with how relaxed he felt. He smiled when Thancred nuzzled his chin against his head.

For a while there was nothing but the fireplace crackling. Everything else had completely faded away. For just a moment, they could pretend nothing terrible was happening.

“I’ve lost my magic,” Thancred said hesitantly, breaking the silence.

“It’ll be ok,” Joker said quietly.

“I haven’t been able to transform. What if I can’t anymore?”

“You will. It’ll happen.”

“How can I without magic? I’ll never be strong enough fight along-”

Joker moved to hold Thancred’s face and look him in the eyes.

“You will,” he said firmly. “We don’t transform with magic, Thancred. We transform with our hearts.”

He pressed his forehead against his. “You have one of the strongest hearts I’ve ever felt.”

Thancred huffed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. But there are things I’ll be unable to do even when I transform.”

“Yeah. But we’ll work around it. You’re still strong, and I still want you fighting with me. I need to know you’re with me so I can be strong, too.”

“You are plenty strong even without me,” Thancred said, holding him tight.

“I am strong, but.. the last few transformations were really difficult for me,” he admitted. “I wasn’t sure I could do it. It’d been so long that I was worried that I might've lost you forever. If that happened.. I think my heart would be too broken to transform.”

“I don’t believe that,” Thancred said, rubbing his back again. “You care too much to let that hinder you from saving everyone. You would always muster the strength, somehow.”

“If you believe that for me, I hope you believe it for yourself, too. Even if you don’t, I’ll always believe in you.”

“Thank you, my little rolanberry,” Thancred smiled.

Joker giggled at the silly nickname, but he loved it. The two relaxed again, holding each other close.

“What is your real name?,” Thancred asked.

“Real?,” Joker looked at him. “My forest name, you mean?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude.”

“It’s not rude,” he thought for a moment. “But it’s not really my name anymore. So, as far as i’m concerned my ‘real’ name is Joker Brambleberry.”

Thancred nodded thoughtfully. “Can I ask why you decided to leave then?”

“You’re very curious tonight,” Joker laughed.

“I just realized I never asked these things. I want to know everything about the man I love.”

Joker hummed. “I guess I can't argue with that.”

He shifted his position on Thancred’s lap to look at the fire.

“I guess,” he began. “I just never felt like I belonged. Males have to go off and be completely alone for most of their lives. But I..”

Thancred held his hand, gently stroking it with his thumb. “You hate being alone.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t fair. I didn’t want that. I couldn’t handle that.”

Thancred hugged him tight and listened carefully.

“I had a mentor for a while, of course, but I was planning to leave the minute he decided I was ‘ready.’ I knew the survival skills would help me in the long run. I’m not stupid.”

Joker’s ears tilted back with his ire as he recalled that point of his life.

“I started feeling really bad that I wasn't in it, though. He had other males that wanted to stay, so.. I just left before my training was complete. I slipped away, silently, in the night. I’ll never know if they cared.”

“I see,” Thancred said, hoping the questions hadn’t upset him too much.

“Even without all the training, though,” he continued. “I survived somehow. When I became a dancer and lived with the troupe is when I got a new name.”

His ears relaxed a bit.

“The troupe gave it to you?,” Thancred asked.

“The forename, yes,” he nodded.

“Why ‘Joker?’”

He smiled at his lover’s continued curiosity. “I was the ‘wild card.’ I always added my own flair to the choreography, and I guess I had a way of always making everyone smile. So the leader gave me the name.”

“That does suit you well,” Thancred stroked his ears. “And the surname?”

“I just really like brambleberries.”

They both laughed at the admission.

“It sounds like you loved the troupe,” said Thancred. “Why did you leave?”

“I didn’t,” Joker’s expression fell. “Most of them were killed by monsters.”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry.”

Joker shook his head. “It was during the attack, I first transformed. I wanted to protect them so badly I became a magical warrior. That’s the only reason any of them survived. My only regret is that I didn't gain the power just a few minutes earlier.”

“I understand.”

“The ones that lived convinced me to become an adventurer. I agreed because I really do want to save as many people as I can. Then I ended up in Ul’dah,” he looked into Thancred’s eyes with a smile. “Where I met you.”

Thancred kissed him gently. “I’m sad such a tragedy is what led you to me.”

“It was a tragedy,” he nodded. “But if I were to go back in time, I wouldn't change anything. Those exact circumstances are why I'm here in your arms. I’ll always be grateful for that.”

He snuggled into Thancred’s chest again. “Even with all that’s happening right now.. we’ll get through it all. I was meant to be here with you.”

“And I, with you.”

They stayed by the fire a bit longer before Thancred finally carried him to bed. Earlier, they’d changed the sheets together and placed the pillows back where they’d been. Thancred always found it comical how many he had.

They nestled under the blankets, the pillows surrounding them exactly the way Joker liked. Joker laid on his lover’s chest and sighed.

“I missed you,” he said.

Thancred stroked his hair as he always did. “I missed you, too.”

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yzeltia · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,226 times in 2022

That's 1,226 more posts than 2021!

163 posts created (13%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

The Unbearable Kweh of Being

You're a chocobo. The most beautiful bird you've ever seen is put in your pen. You preen, gotta look your best. You approach then the whistle. Master calls. You vanish and find yourself on the coldest part of Eorzea. You must fly over a blizzard. Your master doesn't seem to be paying attention so you smack through trees and rock until you arrive. They dismiss you unphased. You return and your new friend already has already wandered off with another.

You're a chocobo. You and your mate have been tending an egg for awhile now and it shakes. Cracks are appeaing on the shell. You and your partner kweh with joy and then you hear it...that dreaded whistle....just as you are about to greet your chick into the world you are pulled away to your master. People are screaming. The sky is falling. Nightmarish beings ravage the Earth and you are made to guide your warrior through it a few malms to safety. You arrive. You're dismissed. You return home and find you chick looking to you confused, having already imprinted on your partner. You nestle in and put your wing over them.

You're a chocobo. Your chick has matured and is ready to be sadled. You are relieved that they're going to pull carriages for the Grand companies. Still, them wearing the barding will be the happiest day of your life. The commander arrives, they lift the barding...that damned whistle again. You're parted from the happiest moment of your life to a land of waste. There's a song in the air and your master can't get ahold of themselves to move on. You roll your eyes then peck at them until they feel better. Eventually they dismiss you to walk on. You return, the ceremony is over. Your chick has gone to work. ...you pray the great sad bird wins

25 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

FFXIV Write 12: Missed the Boat

Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, Thancred Waters, Y'shtola Rhul

Rating: Older Teen

Summary: U'rahn misses a coveted opportunity Notes: Sexual Humor, I need to stop dragging the poor boy.

The world rested heavily upon U’rahn. Laid back in his bed, arms behind him as he gazed up at the marble ceiling of the annex. Only a light snore broke the silence, Thancred rolled over on a bed on the other side of the room. He envied the man’s ability to sleep, The End of Days looming before them. He sighed softly to himself, thinking of his family and friends in the Sagoli, in Ul’Dah, in the Amalj’aa tribes, Gyr Abania, the First…Face after face flashed through his mind until a slight scratch ran down the door. A special scratch, a polite Miqo’te gesture to see if someone was awake without intruding or knocking.

With a yawn, he rolled out of bed and stumbled towards the door, scratching at his belly as he hiked up his carbuncle pajama bottoms. “I’m coming G’raha,” he grumbled before sleepily opening the door.

Rather than the usual set of red nervous eyes, he found the amused gaze of the hazy light teal eyes of the other Seeker Scion. He immediately perked up, tail rising with his ears, chest puffed out. Leaning in the doorway, he flexed lightly and smiled. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t expect you to come calling this late.”

Y’shtola pursed her lips and motioned to leave. “Well, if you were expecting someone, I’ll let you be.”

“No no no,” he breathed out, giving a quick shake of his head, “I just didn’t expect you to come scratching along at this hour is all. Was there something wrong? Did you need me to wake Thancred?”

“I would have simply knocked if I wanted to wake the rogue. I just came to check-in. You were not yourself this evening.”

U’rahn flicked his tail a bit, swallowing a bit before looking up and then past the other. “Ah, well. Just got a lot on my mind is all, with another apocalypse looming and all. I’m not much of a deep-thinking kind of guy like everyone else, but I still worry and stuff, y’know?”

“I suppose that’s fair. I too, find my nerves a bit shaken with everything going on. I thought I might come and see if you could put my mind at ease.”

“Me? Really,” he asked in disbelief.

“No one is more surprised than myself; however, under your bravado and try-hard charm, I feel that you have an earnest heart and are well-intentioned. At the very least you can give me a good laugh and if you’re well behaved, perhaps a smile on my face.

“Ah, thanks. I think?”

Y’shtola’s cheeks flushed lightly as she crossed her arms to hold herself. “I do find myself rather chilly this evening. Perhaps-“

“I could get you a blanket! I run hot myself so I’m more or less laying over the top sheets.”

“Well, that would very well warm me; however, I thought I might share a bed with something-“

“Oh! I’ve got just the thing,” U’rahn laughed, tail flipping about as he slipped back into his room then returned with an old worn bomb plush, “Here. Ah, my mom sewed Boomer here for me when I was little. He’s kinda worn out, but he’s a good bedfellow and filled with sands from the Sagoli to make him heavy and warm.”

Y’shtola’s ears flattened a bit as she held the toy out in front of her, palming her hand over the patchwork face before handing it back to the warrior looking expectantly at her. “…I think perhaps I’ll make do with what I have. Goodnight little lion.”

With a sigh, she left U’rahn in the doorway. His ears drooped as he stuffed Boomer back under his arm and shut the door behind him before finding Thancred up on his elbows shaking his head at him. “By The Twelve, did she need to draw you a damned picture?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Thancred stared then simply rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, leaving U’rahn to crawl into bed and turn things over in his mind. It was many hours later that the Miqo’te woke the rogue with a rather loud “THAL’S BALLS” that it finally hit the poor boy.

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A friend wanted to see Urianger comforting Thancred so I ran with it

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My #1 post of 2022

Y'zel Tia's Happiest Starlight Challenge 2022

Hello Dearest Ones, I am Y'zel Tia, one of Saint's Little Helpers, here to offer a challenge for the most wonderful time of the year! A little challenge to brighten the season for the twelve days leading up to Starlight! I'll be posting some familiar songs (tweaked a little bit to fit our realm) starting the 14th of Sixth Umbral Moon (that's December 14th according to a calendar made by some Greg guy). And then, from there, you can use those to create however it moves you whether it be a Gpose or writing! Prompts will come the day before at 12 PST. I'm going to use #YTHappiestStarlight2022 for the tags. My first created challenge! I hope it's fun! May the Spinner Smile Upon You, -Y'zel Tia

70 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

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kepesktribe · 2 years ago

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Master Post

Names and Info under the cut. (List requiring update eventually)

1: Florentel Valeriant {Coeurl}

Born into a lesser noble house that serves House Haillenarte, his family specializes in making/selling candles and wax seals as well as offering their lives as knights for the greater house. His family consists of his mother and two older brothers. Probably because of being weakened for birthing twins a few years earlier, Camille Valeriant had a rough time with Florentel’s birth, with the young Ishgardian almost dieing at birth. Due to this, he had a weaker body and it took him much more effort to become a knight like his deceased father. After meeting his future husband, Sorrel, and being awed by the other man’s strength he left Ishgard to join Sorrel’s party for adventures and to get stronger.... now knowing what REALLY awaited him. Goes by ‘Ren’ most the time. Owns a small with Sorrel in LB and has an apartment in Ishgard. (This precious bean is my Azem.)

2 and 3: Sybil Kepesk and Irisvir Kepesk {Mateus}

The Kepesk siblings from the Steppe. Part of the Malaguld tribe until they chose to explore the world. Their father is a Raen who had fled doma, and having been found by the Malaguld tribe injured by beasts, he joined them. Later he met a dazkar that stole his heart, and luckily she was fine with leaving her tribe to marry him. As such, Sybil grew up helping care for his little sister Irisvir, from cooking to sewing torn holes in her clothing. He can go from ‘family man’ to ‘serious and deadly’ if needed. Irisvir is full of wonderlust, hence when she wanted to leave the Steppe, he went with to protect her. In Eorzea, they met a Duskwight Paladin, Abela Anselm, who later became Sybil’s wife. They became adventurers. (Technically pseudo WOL/WODs. Different world/universe than Florentel. Sorrel is Sybil and Abela’s son. Due to certain circumstances, Sorrel had to world hop. ) Sybil has a small in Ishgard and Irisvir has her FC, Falling Snows (owned by Abela, Sybil's wife), in Ishgard as well.

4 and 5: Baldr and Hodr Alfgeir {Coeurl}

Originally residents of the 13th shard. Due to intervention of an Ascian (Friend’s OC), Baldr was saved and shielded from the corruption with a contract to his voidsent turned little brother until a portal allowed them to slip through to Eorzea. Tricking the Ascian, Baldr managed to return Hodr back to his original form, albeit fluctuating between voidsent form when in battle and with a consciousness that fluctuates just as much. At least they are there for each other and Hodr can stay sane/in normal form if he is careful.

6: Kazeninotte Hanabira {Coeurl}

The daughter of Irisvir and G’raha. Hence she has fluff going down the top of her scaled tail that ends in a puff. Kinda like an asian dragon’s tail. She is a free spirit who loves to dance. She just goes about doing her own thing. Literally. She travels around as a performer, dancing for gil. Occasionally she will help out in a battle or two. She loves swimming and seafood. Out of one of her spur of the moment choices, she followed Sorrel and is now stuck in Florentel’s timeline. Not that it matters... because she just does her own thing.

7: Loifa {Halicarnassus} (Loifa Brighteyes in game)

NPC from the Sage quests. His story begins after the quests. More to be edited in later.

8: Janlenoux Courcillant {Diabolos} (Ser Janlenoux in game)

Knights Heavensward NPC. Canon divergant. Lives with Adelphel with fake identities in Gridania. Owns a cozy little small in LB.

9-? I have more but these are my lovelies that I focus on more. I decided to limit the maximum number of characters on here to make it easier on me.

#misk kepesk #character masterlist #ffxiv characters #oc master list #florentel valeriant #sybil kepesk #irisvir kepesk #baldr alfgeir #hodr alfgeir #kazeninotte hanabira #Loifa Brighteye #Janlenoux courcillant #ser janlenoux

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fleetingfigures · 4 years ago

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|| 2020: A Retrospective ||

With the year coming to a close soon, thank god, I thought it’d be cool to take a look back and see what’s transpired in FFXIV as well as this blog! Anyone also reading this, I invite to do the same, if you have time of course. It’s always nice to close out the year thinking of the positives. Though, without further ado let’s goooo~

Blog-Related

- Actually, well, started using this thing! Met a lot of cool peeps and had the chance to actually break out into the world RP thanks to it.

- Almost hit 100 followers, just 5 shy!

- Top 10 Posts of the Year!

1). Promise Me You’ll... 116 notes - Aug 19 2020

First and only post I’ve had reach 100 notes! Mighty proud of the posing I pulled off for this, and who knows, I might make a sequel in due time. WoL!AU’s are still very much my weakness. And G’raha. He’s a weakness of mine too, if it wasn’t readily apparent already.

2). LFRP - Saerno Glista (Balmung/Crystal DC) 75 notes - Jan 28 2020.

Ah... My old LFRP. I even updated it, but I feel the need to change it again, especially given the fact I’m Giving my Carrd a complete overhaul. Might do the same to this blog too lmao. New Year new me as they say, but in actuality a lot has occurred for a certain catboy and things must be adjusted.

3). I Was Busy Thinking ‘Bout Boys 70 notes - Dec 5 2020

I was surprised this even got the attention it did lol. Seems NPC-related content is my most popular stuff. Also I am highly disappointed no one could recognize Arnott from the HW anima weapon quests. Y-yea he’s a very minor NPC, but I think he’s a cutie.

4). Black Mage is a Fun Class 51 notes - May 6 2020

The first of my fun class series! Originally wasn’t supposed to be a series at all, but I decided that every class in the game deserved some love! Also can I just say how much I love staves? Oh and the pagos bandana. It fits oddly well Sae imo.

5). Eden’s Promise Eternity 46 notes - Dec 18 2020

One of my more recent posts, and one not all too involved in the posing. Though, like I said in the post, the MOMENT I saw that arena, I fell in love with its lighting. OST is also a banger. Glad that people enjoyed random glamour shots with Gshade improving the already good lighting.

6). A Guide to Arcanima 42 notes - Sep 28 2020

The post I put the most time into... Photoshopping became so tedious at some points, but it was well worth it! I’m proud of the result and the opportunity to share some of my views upon the RP-flexibility of Arcanima.

7). Random Shower Thought 32 notes - Feb 9 2020

...I genuinely do not remember making this post.

8). Astrologian is a Fun Class 31 notes - Nov 30 2020

My old healing main, but still without a doubt the most beautiful class in the game. I wish Tumblr didn’t restrict gif sizes, but I understand the need for people’s devices to not implode when loading resources. So much grain could be reduced and more detail could be added, but alas. The screenshot at the end is still my favorite screenshot of Sae I’ve taken, even if it’s not IC.

9). Crystarium Coat of Scouting 29 notes - Mar 20 2020

And I still stand by my statements today. Since last tier is a patch behind us now, I could spare some augments to finally dye the coat. And, like a basic bitch, I’ve made Saerno’s ninja Rogue glamour jet black as far as the eye can see; all leather, of course. What is a rogue really without their leather?

10). 26 notes - Nov 16 2020

One of my first gifsets next to my Ninja ones! It Showcases the wonderful land of La Noscea, Sae’s only true home, and highlights some of his personal favorite areas! Hence why Limsa is barely pictured. He likes the city, but growing up in the country makes one appreciate the more natural side of La Noscea.

(Created by TumblrTop10)

In-Game

- Levelled all classes to 80! Though it does feel a bit hollow not being able to get xp for doing stuff now...

- Started Raiding... Well, seriously. I used to be a scrub and only do e1,e5 and e6 savage in PF, but a friend’s static needed a healer and they all but convinced me I was good enough to join. It’s been a hell of a ride, I’ll finally be going into e12s soon, but my experiences thus far have been awesome to say the least. I feel like I’m actually getting the most out of this game now that I both savage raid and take the time to RP.

- FINALLY GOT A HOUSE ON BALMUNG.

God was the release of the new wards hella stressful. Stayed up all night, logged on the second I could, booted up next to the ferryman. Didn’t get my ideal plot, but got the neighboring one. I finally got to house something with more than 100 slots, and for that, I am eternally thankful.

- Finished those goddamn Shared Fates. And all so I could get a piece of music and possibly make a few million gil selling other SHB area themes. Crystarium night theme is the GOAT and you cannot tell me otherwise.

Roleplay

- Actually RP’ed outside of my circle of friends! Now I haven’t had the time recently to seriously go back to it like I once did, but the things I’ve learned and the people I’ve met... I wouldn’t trade it for the world. With this upcoming new year, and me taking a small break from Uni, I think I’ll begin in earnest again! First I’ve gotta update all these damn sites first to better reflect where Saerno is now.

- New Plotlines realized, old ones closed up. It’s cathartic and oh so satisfying, in a way, to see your OC go through legitimate change and to have them put a cap upon a phase of their life, slowly moving on to the next. While Saerno is still as brash as ever, he’s begun to realize just how fragile his life is. To slow down, to sit back, rest, to think about the direction his life is headed, that is the essence of his new arc.

- Secrets to uncover. To keep things brief and without many spoiler, Saerno has made the transition from Arcanist to Summoner, but with it comes its own host of problems, ones that Saerno has to grapple lest things take a turn for the worse.

- Potential Alts. Well, now that I have money again... I may actually follow through on one of the many alt ideas I’ve had, some tangentially tied to Saerno’s own story, others completely unrelated. A tailor with an unrequited love that’s inspired him throughout his hardships? Perhaps the prodigal daughter of a family whose cunning nature only fuels her desire of pure freedom? Or maybe the son of Doman liberators, trying desperately to gain the approval and praise of others so that his parents’ name do not die out completely. So many choices...

And, well, that’s all! So far while 2020 has been quite terrible, at least I have these moments to look back upon fondly. Thanks to any and all of your who have been here this year, and here’s to hoping for a wonderful 2021!

#ffxiv #rp #Balmung #Screenshots #Saerno Glista #Thank you all!#And a Happy New Year in advance~#It's been a lovely year for my creativity

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