#This isn't Thancred

[toadeyes-miqote]

What happens in All Saints wake 2023

Stays in All Saints Wake. Yes? (No )

Alisaie would probably kick Hylnyan's ass if she finds out.

~_^

An uwuing senpai. So I like messing around with him.

Bippity Boppity doo. And a new outfit for you~~~

This is actually one of the best time to get screenshots of everybody for referencing.

Ahem...

[sirensongsea]

Emet-Selch and Thancred

[lilyofthevalleycaughtintherain]

tf when your favs keep putting themselves through near death experiences almost EVERY EXPANSION

[sunnythanalan]

[of-the-eventide]

Ito Avagnar Fujimori was a well-loved sight among all the Scions and for them, their heart was given to each and every one in return. But they would call only one of them their brother, facing trial and tribulation back to back with him... While also dealing with all his annoying 'quirks' as well.

auraugust 2024 - companion

[myreia]

— vi. stay | follow

It is an inevitability, she feels, that they are always a little out of step, a little out of sync. One ahead, the other behind, a shadow to the other’s light. Pulled together not by fate nor by destiny, but by a small series of choices that are greater than the sum of its parts. They will always find each other—to the very end.

[gunbreakmyheart]

So what if I did a starter call on here to try to get back in the swing of more serious, long term RP? Would there be interest? Do I have a decent number of FF RP blogs on here to interact with?

[thefinalwitness]

ive seen like 5 m/ds ""fixing"" thancred's graphics update and i finally actually saw him in the msq and bro he looks PERFECT??? he looks like a man who's been hyperstressed since fucking ARR he looks like DOGSHIT and that's exactly what he SHOULD look like!!!! i love it wtf

[tallbluelady]

[ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner

"Well, you know how intense Urianger can get. I've had to tell him to tone down the body worship multiple times..."

"The what?"

"Body worship. When he reverently kisses every single knuckle, or tells you how ardently he adores your palms or ears or lips..."

"That's… that's not a normal part of sex?"

"… Gods, you're perfect for each other…"

[autumnslance]

Year of the OTP - September 2023 - I Wrote This For You

("Meet the Family" has a...long draft I'm still not happy with after 2 years of Endwalker. So have some 885ish words of yearning instead.)

[A letter in nearly type-perfect cursive font, the envelope also containing a pressed white flower yet retaining its sweet scent, delivered surreptitiously via postmoogle to the top of a certain gunbreaker’s pack…]

This is not at all fair.

I toss and turn, staring into the darkened ceiling and wonder when I became so restless. So needy.

I sprawl across the mattress, too big for only myself, missing you. It’s only been hours since we parted, only last night that we held one another, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

It’s not quite an ache, but almost, and I’ve no other words to describe it, running up and down my arms, my legs. A need to be touching, to be holding—but there’s only empty air.

A very specific not-quite-heated-ache low in my abdomen, between my legs, a sensation that will not be sated except by your touch.

I roll over and bury my flushing face in a pillow.

I didn’t used to feel such things. I used to not understand what others meant when describing wants and aches and needs. It was surely an exaggeration. Hyperbole for poetry and songs.

Even when we first met, and others hurled themselves at you, insistent—even desperate—I rolled my eyes and thought they were overdoing it. Certainly, physical intimacy can be enjoyable, but so is a game of tag, or cards, or simply sitting together discussing a book. Handsome you are, but I was convinced they were playing it up to win your attention.

Then somewhere, somehow, though I didn’t mean to, along our long and winding way I fell for you. And it seemed as if my entire world shifted.

The gleam in your eyes, the crook of your smile, the gentle roughness of your hands, the steady beat of your heart in your warm chest when pulling me close. All of you is a conspiracy to rewire my every reaction.

I understand now what it means to melt after seeing the ways you look at me. You ask me to tell you what I want, voice low and rough, and the frisson it causes is not imaginary. It shivers through me now, even just imagining you leaning over my back, calloused fingers on my skin, puff of hot breath on my neck, the rumble in your voice pitched just so…

I flip over again. Still alone. 

I could never be mistaken for wanton. There’s still much I don’t understand. I still need to be coaxed and encouraged because this is all so new and a little embarrassing and a lot messy and I worry my inexperience, my need for guidance, just isn't enough to keep you.

I’ve come to realize there are times you neglect your own wants and needs to tend to mine. And while I am grateful for your attention and your patience, I need your happiness too. 

There’s my blush again, as I think about not just your happiness but your pleasure, in duet with mine. The clench of your fingers in my hair, the tension in your neck and jaw as you arch. The way you moan, or call my name.

Your pleased reactions please me. And gods, the thought of seeing, hearing, feeling them again brings a fresh wave of aching in my limbs, more heat pooling low.

I want you. I need you.

I didn’t used to feel this way.

I didn’t see you, after hours or days or weeks, and think about how much longer it will be until I can have you alone, and then in my bed. Until we’re holding, kissing, touching…

There’s so much more to us than this; after all this time, all we’ve been through together. Some days I only want to sit silently in the same room, each doing our own work or play, basking in your company, your presence in my life more than enough.

Then there are nights like this, when I realize oh no, it wasn’t hyperbole, wasn’t exaggeration. That another person, that you, can make me burn and those desires will be the most wonderful and terrifying sensations.

I miss you, though it’s barely been twelve hours since you kissed me goodbye.

And so, since I cannot sleep, here I am writing down all the ways you make me yearn.

How I am counting the time until I have you here again, wrapped in each others arms, breath catching as lips and fingers find those perfect spots we each know so well on one another’s skin, your voice rumbling in my ear, demanding I tell you what I need but it’s you, just you, moving against me, with me, in me, until we both sing.

I would never have written anything like this before you. I would never have dreamed of sending such words as a letter. But I need you to know how loving you has altered my internal chemistry, and that cannot wait until we are face to face once more.

For one thing, you know I will be too shy to say it aloud. I can see you in my mind’s eye, smiling as you imagine my blushing.

But we have ever connected over written words, so here are mine, for you to hold and read and reread and imagine me imagining you until we are together again.

[scionshtola]

cori is good friends with urianger and thinks he's v intelligent and also will always be leaving him behind and taking alphi into the dungeon

[saffyink]

💎☀️ broken sword and shield, and tears that never fall but run through the heart

aka that one time the exarch had enough of amal's shit and was like "you need a job change because i'm tired of picking your ass up off the floor"

[demigod-of-the-agni]

real footage of me realising who the fuck lahabrea was

are you FUCKING kidding me

[ceniwen]

You have such a cute WoL no I'm not biased bc he looks like mine what are you talking about Anyway what's his story? Got any cool lore? Favorite mount? Family? Dreams?

Thank you 🥺 I don't have much lore written for him because I'm bad at making up chronological stories so I just draw his personality in random comics... 😭😭

I think personality wise he's quite apathetic to anything other than this friends (scions) and people/things he takes interest in (erenville). Not very wol like but he wouldn't care if the world burned down but the process of it burning down will be very troublesome for him and his friends so he fights. Don't think i've reflected this in my art tho LMAO.

Cool lore: Only Thancred knows his forest name.

Favourite mount: Math Robot from bozja

Family: He left the village when he was barely of age but had a younger brother who would follow him around. (One day I'll elaborate on this)

Dreams: None!

Out of game lore: He was named after a kpop idol guess who

Do send me a picture of your wol!!!

[storms-path]

FFXIV Write 2024: Day 4 - Reticent

Arashi had borne witness to more than most, but she couldn’t ever recall Y’shtola scowling. Particularly not Y’shtola scowling while motioning silently for F'lhaminn to bring her a brimming mug of very, very strong wine. For half a moment Arashi thought to question the reason for her distress, but the pall coming off the white-haired miqote was positively murderous. Arashi knew better than to risk opening her mouth, particularly when she was nursing a lovely glass of red herself.

For a time the pair simply sat at the bar and nursed their drinks, but eventually Y’shtola broke the silence she had cast. “Tell me, Arashi,” she began, her tone innocent enough to hide any number of bodies. “Is there some malady affecting me that I am unaware of? Have I become the victim of some unflattering hex?” Arashi shook her head, not quite knowing what to say. Then, after a moment, replied.

“As far as I’m aware, no. What’s-”

“Then why, pray tell,” Y’shtola cut through her sentence like a blade, “am I so completely unable to charm a single woman?”

Arashi paused for a moment, checking to see how much wine she had drunk. The goblet was disconcertingly full. Surely she’d misheard, then. Y’shtola Rhul, great and might sorceress and most feared of the Scions, was in such a state… because of romance?

“Perhaps you should start from the beginning,” Arashi tried. That simply earned her a flat stare in return.

“If I wanted to tell my tale for all the world to see, I’d have consulted Thancred.” Y’shtola sighed, slamming her drink on the bar. She pointedly ignored F'lhaminn’s irritated look, ears flat against her head. Her tail was swaying uncomfortably quickly against Arashi’s. Then, with another great sigh, she relented.

“Fine, fine, if you must know. I have been trying to understand whether Stalwart has… Well, feelings for me, I suppose. Beyond that of mere colleagues and friends. But either she is the most stubbornly inattentive woman in the world, or my ability to woo people has advanced not a moment since I finally fled Matoya’s tender care.” Arashi tried to reconcile the idea of the Y’shtola she knew “wooing” people. She failed miserably.

“And normally I would be able to let that be the end of that, except that she keeps saying such things that make me think I’ve finally made a breakthrough!” Y’shtola was swinging her glass around dramatically now, though thankfully it had been drained of most of its contents already. “But then she turns around and tells me that she’s glad we’re such good friends! Friends!” Arashi cast a nervous glance around the room, desperate for help. None appeared. Even F'lhaminn had vanished at some point during Y’shtola’s ranting.

“I’m… sorry?” Arashi managed. Far be it from her to get involved with other people’s romantic endeavours. Some things were simply too much to ask. Saving the star, certainly. Saving someone’s love life?

Y’shtola was silent for a moment, then returned to her glass with a look of abject misery. “Is that all you can manage? And here I hoped you might be able to provide me with some words of wisdom, given your…” Y’shtola trailed off, gesturing with her free hand to the ring on Arashi’s finger.

“Shtola, you and I both know that I had to liberate two nations before I had the courage to confess to Lyse, and that she was the one who proposed to me. I don’t know what you’re expecting from me, but I’m not the silver-tongued seductress you seem to think I am.”

Y’shtola stared at her fellow Scion for a moment longer, then rested her head on the unpleasantly damp bar. “What am I doing wrong?”

“If you ask me, the answer is rather obvious.” A worryingly cheerful voice belonging to one master Waters rang out. Without a moment’s hesitation he tossed off his coat and settled onto the stool beside the woeful miqote. He honoured Arashi with a wave from the other side of Y’shtola, who looked for all the world like she was ready to strangle the intruder.

“And what, pray tell, is so obvious about this situation to you, Thancred?” Her voice was sharp enough to cut the thickening tension. Arashi made to take her leave.

“Sit.”

Arashi sat.

Thancred, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in, continued. “She’s afraid.”

“Afraid?” The twin voices of Arashi and Y’shtola muddled the tension with confusion.

“Afraid.” Thancred repeated. “Though our dear girl doesn’t show it, she bears much greater wounds than she cares to admit. Do you know she still goes out to visit Haurchefant’s grave?”

“Now hang on, there’s nothing wrong with that. I go out there myself every so often!” Losing Haurchefant had been a blow on them all. Arashi had lost her best friend to the Heavensward.

“But do you go out there every half a moon?” Thancred’s steel gaze fixed itself on Arashi’s own. “I will admit, I’ve been… keeping an eye on her, when I can. Urianger as well, when I can pull him from his tomes. She carries her grief around like a stone, like her memories of the man will vanish the moment she puts them away. I’ve tried talking to her, but… Well, let’s just say she can be rather cruel when she wants to.” Thancred’s hands curled around one another, as if he were nursing a glass of his own.

Y’shtola seemed torn between believing him and politely but firmly asking him to vacate the premises. Her better sense won out. “I had hoped her visit to the Aetherial Sea would have helped her move on. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that it only reinforced her pain, though.” She cast a sideways glance in Thancred’s direction. Arashi had never been able to pin down just how well Y’shtola could see through the aether, but it wasn’t hard to notice the slump in Thancred’s posture.

“Yes, well, some scars take longer to heal than others. My point is to give her space.” Thancred managed a wry smile. “Rather poor advice from one so accomplished at ‘wooing’, but it’s the best I can offer.” He made a show of looking around the bar. “Well, since it seems I won’t be served any time soon, I’ll take my leave. Until next time, ladies.”

Then he was gone, picking up his coat on one hand and patting Arashi on the shoulder with the other. Just how much help he’d been, Arashi couldn’t say. But at least Y’shtola hadn’t burned down the bar, so that was something.

Arashi made to take a swig of her wine. Her hand went through air. Confused, she looked around. Her goblet, as well as Y’shtola’s, had vanished entirely. Arashi whirled around to see Thancred standing at the doorway, two goblets precariously balanced in a single hand. With a sly wink, he was gone.

Damned rogue...

[moon-keepers]

"When were you going to inform me about Urianger and yourself?" "Pardon?"