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[the-dragons-knight]

FFXIV Write 2021

Prompt #14 - The Dragon Queen

<Post-Heavensward MSQ, Post-Dragonsong War, Slight Spoilers ahead>

Commend - ‘to present, mention, or praise as worthy of confidence’

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“That sounds like it must have been so scary, but also like an amazing journey,” Maelie smiled up at Katsum as she petted the small dragonet in her arms, “To have visited another world…it sounds so very strange, yet so fascinating!”

Katsum smiled back as she handed Midgardsormr, who sat on her shoulder, another piece of the cookie she had in her hands, “It was quite the adventure, there is no denying that for certain.”

Ever since the day the True Brothers began their attack on Ishgard and took the refugees of the burnings in the Brume as hostages, the same day that Maelie was dropped from the top of the Vault and Katsum jumped after her only for both of them to be saved by Vidofnir, they had been good friends ever since, especially as Maelie began to have a fascination with the Dravanians. And who better to answer any questions she might have than the ‘Queen of Dragons’ herself. Katsum grew fond of the young girl and told her as many stories and tales that she could remember in hopes to share the beauties she’d seen of the world to another who could scarcely even have dreamed of seeing such things not so long ago. Each time she came home to Ishgard from a journey, she would seek out Maelie or the young girl would find her and they would walk the city’s streets as they talked, waving hello to all they passed by and marveling at how bright and cheerful the city had become since the end of its long war. There was still much to be done to make the nation whole again, the progress so far was still so beautiful.

The dragonet in Maelie’s arms purred as it butted its head against her hand, as she scratched its scales, “You’ve seen so many amazing things, Katsum. I would love to see the Churning Mists one day, and the vast and endless seas of water, but I imagine not all things were so beautiful and good…”

Katsum chuckled softly, “You are a smart girl, Maelie. Always have been. Yes, it’s true, but,” She looked at her seriously, “Don’t let that stop you from going to find your adventures. There are far more precious and wonderful things out there to outweigh the bad.”

Maelie nodded, “Right!”

“And next time Vidofnir, you should ask her if she can show you the Mists, I am sure she would be happy to.”

“Really?! Oh yes, I certainly shall! Ah, I’m so excited just thinking about it!”

Katsum laughed at the giddiness of the young girl as it reminded her very much of her younger self which only made her smile more brightly. They soon made their way to the aetheryte plaza in Foundation, still talking and laughing as the snow fell softly around him. Katsum’s feline ear twitched at the sound of a very familiar voice speaking not far away and she turned her sapphire eyes to lock onto the royal blue regalia of the Lord Commander, and a warmth fluttered through her chest as she smiled brighter. Sure, she had seen Aymeric this morning and every morning since they were married, but that didn’t mean her heart ever stopped fluttering when she would see him. As they approached him and Lucia, who was standing behind him, she noticed that he was speaking to a Lalafellan man and young woman, who were both dressed in fine robes and furs of an Ul’dahian fashion. Curiosity swept over her as she and Maelie moved in closer.

“Ah, good morning Lord Aymeric and Lady Lucia,” Katsum mused sweetly as she smiled brightly at them, her tail swaying happily behind her.

Aymeric’s ice blue eyes warmly met hers as he too smiled, “Lady Katsum, there you are good morning. And a good morning to you as well Maelie, Midgardsormr.”

The little dragon just nodded slightly as he continued to munch on his piece of cookie while Maelie nodded her hello.”

The paladin woman turned her head in question a bit, “Were you looking for me? Is something wrong?”

“No, not at all, but I was about to search for you yes. You see—”

“I can explain myself from here, Lord Aymeric, if you’d like,” The Lalafellan man rudely interrupted her beloved as he stepped forward with a grinning smile on his muschasted face, making a sweeping bow before her, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Katsum. My name is Aguda Kesuguda, head of the stock and trade of Kesugu Industries of Ul’dah. Before I begin, I really must commend your undeniable strength and poweress on the battlefield. I’ve heard many tales, and while I have not seen them for myself, they never cease to send my heart aflutter to recall them, yes yes!”

The miqo’te narrowed her eyes slightly as her smile shrunk into a rather small and fake expression of kindness, shifting her posture into a more regal and defensive stance; the posture of a queen. This did not go unnoticed by Maelie as she took a step back and watched cautiously. Aymeric too noticed, yet he didn’t not say anything, only sighed at the interruption and eyed the noble.

“Yes, I believe I’ve heard your name mentioned before in brief passing. ‘Tis a pleasure, yes, yet what is it that you sought me out for?” She knew that pleasantries from a merchant of Ul’dah meant only one thing: they wanted something done for them. She had not the patience or care for such games either.

Aguda grinned and shrugged, “Ah yes, a woman of action, of course. Forgive me, it is but the habit of nobles to win over the other with flattery, but you and yours here I see are far too smart to play in such nonsense.” Katsum just stared at him and he cleared his throat, “…more so than I thought too. Ahem, I came to beseech you aid in a most urgent matter. I have a shipment of resources and supplies I am trying to transport to the warfront, and every time it begins to leave on its journey to Ala Mhigo, it has been attacked by bandits trying to steal its contents! It’s not been anything terribly dangerous of course, but I wondered if I could ask for your assistance in protecting it to its destination. Or rather, one of your dragons.”

The group stilled and Katsum’s eyebrows arched in confusion, “ I beg your pardon? And please do not repeat yourself, it is just an expression of my astonishment.”

The noble nodded, “Of course, of course. My reasoning for such a request is that while I could hire a group of mercenaries to protect the cargo, such beings can be unsavory themselves and cost right much gil you understand. But dragons are loyal and ask for nothing, with just a word from you and they fly to your beck and call. And what better way to show your power as a queen than having one of your subjects deliver rations and supplies to the soldiers and people of a wounded nation, hmm?”

There would have been a time that Katsum would have shouted at this man that he knew nothing of dragons and nothing of her throne, and to leave their city before she threw him out herself, but instead, she remained quiet and listened to his greedy words with that simple expression of thought on her face.

Aguda seemed to take that bait as a sign of winning her over as he continued, “So, what do you think? Could you spare a dragon to help out a poor old merchant deliver his wares to those in need?”

She saw Aymeric narrow his eyes, “Would they not appear to be supplies from Katsum herself then if a Dravanian were to be protecting them rather than from you yourself Lord Aguda?”

Aymeric had already caught on Katsum knew, and luckily he was laying out the road for Katsum to ride down as Aguda answered.

“I suppose they would, but I have little worry for that. As long as they get the resources they are due, yes? Plus, they would be packed in crates bearing my seal so a bit of publicity for everyone, hmm?”

It is a very interesting suggestion, my lord, but first I must ask,” Katsum clasped her hands in front of her as she asked, “Are these provisions truly yours?”

Aguda froze in that moment and her eyes sparkled silently; she had him, “Whatever do you mean by that, my lady?”

Katsum smiled to herself as she feigned a curious and oblivious expression, “Pray, forgive me for causing such upset, but I had heard the most awful rumor of stolen goods and provisions meant for refugees of Ul’dah recently, and even more unsettling takes of the people trying to take them back from the thieves only to be injured and then arrested on false charges. As some of those provisions were ones that Ishgard and Dravania both had traded with Ul’dah for such purposes of aiding those less fortunate, it seemed only right that the Sultana inform me of these most dreadful events. So again…I ask you,” Katsum’s expression narrowed and her eyes almost seemed to glow in her fury, “Are these provisions truly yours? And I would beseech you to speak the truth, good sir, for we shall know if you do not.”

The noble’s jaw dropped as she moved her first piece into the winning square. Indeed, she and Nanamo had been speaking on the subject just a day or so ago and how the Sultana was worried about how restless the people were getting at being wronged so, and Katsum had offered to keep an eye out. It had been her cargo originally anyway, and such fine Dravanian resources should not fall into hands they were not meant for.

Aguda finally got over his shock and glared at her then, “Uh! The audacity of such claims! I came to seek assistance, not to be blamed for such villainy!”

“Nay, you came here for a dragon —for a “free” guard as you said—that would discourage anyone wearing only tattered rags for clothing too afraid to step forward to take back what is rightfully theirs so that you could spread the name of influence into the city of Ala Mhigo, thus earning potential buyers for future trade. it was made plain the moment you spoke of dragons ‘asking for nothing’. Dragons are loyal to their kin and to those they have come to trust, yes, but if you truly believe they are so blind to follow mine or anyone else’s word and ask for nothing in return like a hound, you are far blinder than you believe them to be.” His jaw dropped again, yet she did not wait for him to answer as she pressed further, “Now, if that is all you wished to discuss, I suggest you take your leave of our city and see to the return of those goods to their rightful owners. Unless…you would like me to inform the Sultana of the information I have just come across and let her and the Brass Blades handle it..?”

Aguda’s face paled, and he tried to retain some of his noblistic confidence, “Why you—”

“Father, please!” Finally, the woman behind him spoke and stepped forward to stand in front of him with a deep look of concern on her face, “She offers you a way to fix it yourself, don’t throw it away with your shame of being caught! I told you you mustn’t do something like this and look where you’ve put us now!” His head dropped as the girl turned to Katsum and bowed her head, a look of sadness filling her eyes as she looked up at her, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea that he had gone through such lengths as this. Please, forgive us, and I will see to it that the supplies are returned to Ul’dah and given out to the less fortunate personally. Please, my lady.”

Katsum stared at her for a moment, looking her over and her lilac colored garments and grey furs. Her eyes showed sincerity yes, but the eyes can be made to fool anyone who looked into them. She glanced at Midgardsormr, seeing he too was staring at her closely, taking in his assessment. With a breath, Katsum summoned Raihogg’s gaze as the dragon’s eye gem began to glow softly and his voice whispered through her mind.

“Her words are genuine as her heart is broken by her father’s deeds. You may believe her as she indeeds to do just as she says.”

The eye in her necklace fades back to its shining red and blue color as Katsum’s eyes softened and she asked the girl, “What is your name, my lady?”

“Kemoda. Kemoda Kesugada, m-my lady.” Her voice trembled as she answered.

Katsum smiled, “There is no reason to fear, Miss Kemoda. I thank you for your honesty and in your offer to right what has been wronged. In return for the good being returned to their rightful owners, I will only speak of the matter being closed with her Grace, nothing more. No names, no suspects. But I will be checking in to be sure our goods were returned as promised.”

Kemoda nodded furiously, bowing low as she breathed, “Oh thank you, my lady! Thank you! You have my word, I shall fix this right away!”

The miqo’te nodded and the lalafellan woman turned and glared softly at her father amidst her worried expression, “Come father, we have much to work on.” With that, she started on her way towards the gates of Ishgard with a determined step in her stride.

Aguda glanced back at her for a moment before looking up at Katsum again and glaring at her, hoping to get in one final word she guessed.

But Midgardsormr hissed first, “Go now, mortal, while I still allow it.”

The deep voice of the ancient dragon seemed to be enough to send the lalafellan man running after his daughter, any thoughts of sassy retorts dying on the squeak of his shout of terror. Midgardsormr chuckled at this before going back to snacking on his cookie and Katsum took a deep breath and shook her head.

“I will never get used to politics and the games you must play,” She sighed.

“No one ever does I’d imagine,” Aymeric mused, stepping up to. her and leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, “But I dare say you are getting better at playing them. Well done, my queen.”

Katsum blushed lightly as her ears fell back shyly, though her warm smile spoke of her happiness, “Not in front of the child, Aymeric, please.”

He chuckled, and they glanced over to both blink in shock at the wondrous look in Maelie’s eyes as she watched them and she hugged the dragonet tight. She blinked as they looked, “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare, you both are just like a fairytale come true. ‘Tis a love I hope I find one day too.”

Katsum blushed again as Aymeric did and they laughed lightly as Katsum nodded, “I never thought I would have it myself, but thank you, Maelie. That is very sweet of you.”

The girl nodded before Lucia stepped forward then, “Regretful as I am to cut this beautiful moment short, there are other matter that require attention, Lord Commander.”

Aymeric sighed and nodded, looking to Katsum as he drew her into a short yet loving kiss, “Thank you for your assistance, Queen of Dragons. I shall be sure to repay your kindness as soon as I can.”

Katsum grinned knowingly, “And I shall look forward to it. Until tonight, be safe, both of you. And farewell.”

The Lord Commander nodded warmly as he reluctantly pulled back from her and turned to follow the First Commander back to Congregation. katsum watched him go before she turned to Maelie with a grin, “Well, shall we continue our walk?”

“Yes! Or course! Oh, I wanted to ask. How did the Dravanians first come to this world? You mentioned they were from another star right?”

“They did indeed. We’ll be happy to tell you.”

[surprisebitch]

i just had an epiphany.. i played Love Live! School Idol Festival (LLSIF) for an entire year like last time and i got like 5 URs with it and was F2P entirely but i received some love gems as a birthday gift from a mutual).. as soon as best girl Umi UR came home i was like “i can leave idol hell forever now” najfnsadfsakl (it’s also SO IRONIC that my Aqours luck is better than my Muse luck when i prefer Muse more.. that Kanan UR on a single ticket still gives me goosebumps and she’s my fave in Aqours)

and now i no longer play it. but im just glad i never spent a single dime on that game... cause i know gacha can be hell and encourage gambling. i am gonna shell out some cash for the annual GUARANTEED SSR in Fate Grand Order though if it appears because that money will go to the animation anyway and it’s like paying half the price of an indie concert ticket.. i’ve also paid $15 a month for a game like FFXIV so its gonna be not too much.. except i had to halt my subscription cause i dont earn as much since i stopped working part-time and just tutor now

BUT TBH.... I already got Emiya... and he is my ultimate husbando.. so im just glad the game is generous enough to give him in the tutorial roll.. he appeared after my 3rd reinstall asjfklsadjklf and AGAIN on my first ever 30 quartz roll.. it’s meant to be...

and for Cu Chulainn to be a 3-star servant. even Fergus who is daddy af is 3-star. every SSR from here on will just be a bonus. to me personally, if i can clear difficult content with my servants then i’d be satisfied. ALTHOUGH, i would love for Cu Alter to come home if i really had to pick one servant but i wont ever wish for it nor for any particular servant. if they release something like Emiya in speedos though i s2g nah i still wont spend money on it i will still roll for banners i’m interested in though with the free quartz and tickets

ngl im looking forward to my first SSR. IF I GET ANY HAHA but i have 130 sq rn so i just gotta keep saving while i try to finish the story and collect ascension materials along the way

[bladeblooming]

Fade

FFXIV Write Day 17

Prompt: Fade

WC: 599

Oh look more angst. Also more discussion on the fact that Jura was an abusive parent.

Catching the knife had been ten kinds of stupid, Katla mused, staring down at the knotted line of scar tissue crossing her right palm. Jura could have followed through on the attack, chopping half the hand off in the process. What a fool Katla would have looked then, after all that. Katla was doubly lucky the attack hadn’t damaged the nerves-- by all rights, it should have.

Maybe Jura was holding back, for my sake. She’d had the thought plenty of times over the last couple years, thinking about the fight and her subsequent flight from Dalmasca, and as she had every time before, Katla shook it off. No, she couldn’t give Jura that benefit of the doubt. That was how the tattooed woman got in, how she wormed her way around all the sense in your brain and into your heart. Spat mostly poison, in hindsight, but gave you just enough sweetness to tip the scales. Sent you out to die and then cried over you when you came back bloodied. Came at you with a knife, but oh, she didn’t cut you as bad as she could have, so you’d know she still cared deep down.

Some days, Katla was proud of herself for how she’d acted that day. She’d done it, she’d left, and none of Jura’s taunts had been enough to keep her tethered.

Other days, she could only think of the thousand things she should have done differently. She should have left earlier, that was perfectly clear in hindsight. Aside from that, perhaps if she’d said something else during their final conversation, perhaps if she’d worded something differently, or explained something better, they wouldn’t have parted on such bitter terms.

And on other days still, she regretted it all. “What will you do?” Jura had asked her. “You only know how to do what I taught you, how I taught you. Anywhere you go, it’ll be just the same.” She hadn’t been completely wrong on that count. Katla still did use everything Jura taught her, on a near-daily basis. The fighting, the stealing, all of it. New name or no, Katla was still the woman Jura made her, and she didn’t think she could ever outrun that, no matter how many oceans she put between the two of them. And then there was the other thing Jura had mentioned, the roughest one, the one Katla still turned over and over in her head, the snare she could never really slip:

“You’re not my blood, but you’ve got my mark, and that’s more of a claim than anyone else will ever stake on you.” 

She had… friends, now. Friendly acquaintances, at least. But they were not the brothers and sisters that the Marks were, not the mother Jura was, not people who Katla could cling to, grimly secure in the knowledge that they were all she had, and she was all they had in return. Not even Yusa, who said he loved her, had ever managed to bind himself to her so tightly. He’d never said “you’re mine, and I’m yours, and here’s how I’m going to prove it.” He’d just made promises that only meant things to the living, and then he’d gone and died.

Jura, meanwhile--

Katla would wear that beautiful red mark on her cheek until the day she died. A family resemblance between her and the closest thing to a mother she would ever have.

She rubbed at her palm before slipping the soft leather glove over it once more. Against all odds, the scar, at least, was starting to fade.

[thedarkestdragonknight]

LFRP/LFC - Lusaut de Durendaire (Mateus)

(Screenshot courtesy of @theaetherhealerffxiv <3, also sending a tag to @talechaser-ffxiv because reasons)

Lusaut de Durendaire, of House Durendaire

All these broken souls They never make me whole They don't, they don't know my heart They don't know my heart

Ricochet - Starset

Disclaimer: Lusaut is not a nice, ball of fluff and good times. He is an evil character that is meant to be cruel and a straight up asshole as well as a Sadomasochist. Because of this Role-plays with him could potentially delve into mature and otherwise adult content with dark themes. Please use discretion when asking to RP with Lusaut.

The Basics ––– –

Age: Twenty (20)

Aliases: The Devil’s Son

Birthday: 32nd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

Race: Ishgardian Elezen Halfbreed (Miqo’te Cross, Keeper of the Moon)

Gender: Masculine, Male (He/His/Him Pronouns)

Sexuality: Homosexual, Polyamorous 

Marital Status: Single

Alignment: Chaotic Evil, on a good day he can lean into Chaotic Neutral. This rarely happens however.

Server: Mateus

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Lusaut has a very vivid blood red mane that goes down to the base of his hips, his hair has very faint darker black-purple highlights in it that form tiger-like stripes in his hair. His hair is essentially the Thavnarian Male Hair Mod by the wonderful @misteff so you have the idea on it’s appearance due to my game being on PS4 and not being able to mod him.

Eyes: Heterochromatic due to his mother being a Miqo’te, his eyes have the slitted pupils that Miqo’te have as well. His left (our right) eye is a very pale, almost completely white in coloration while his right (our left) eye is a bright and vivid hunter green in coloration.

Height: 5 foot 5 inches, due to his Miqo’te blood he is far shorter than most Elezen even at their shortest.

Build: Athletic, Lusaut is muscular in his arms and also his leg due to being trained from a young age to be a killer as well as an assassin. He has a very toned physic with a very pronounced six pack as well.

Distinguishing Marks: Lusaut has a tattoo over his left (our right) eye that is a pale grey in coloration, his body is also littered with Freckles. For an idea of how his freckles are, the 3rd row best gives the idea in the image below. Other than this he has a long scar that cuts across his face from the right of his forehead and down to the bottom left of his cheek and a very unique birthmark on his right inner thigh that looks like a pair of hearts with one looking like it’s bleeding in a way.

Common Accessories: Lusaut has an arsenal of things on his belt ranging from knives, poisons, sedatives and anything else that he can use in order to get his job done. He has various herbs and such to help him mix his poisons as well. Other than this the only other accessory he has is a Lapis Lazuli ring that he got from his father as well as an Aetherite Earring on his left (our right) ear that acts as a Linkpearl.

Additional Features: Being Half Miqo’te, Lusaut has a slightly long rather fluffy tail that is the same color as his hair. His ears, while in the area where Elezen ears generally lay on the face, have fur on the backs of them which again, matches his hair color. Lusaut also has long claws on his fingers that he paints red and trims to an extremely sharp, fine point that can easily cut skin if he lashes out.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Assassin and Interrogator for House Durendaire, personal hunter for his father Rimoux de Durendaire. Torturer when he is not in Ishgard (Currently)

Hobbies: Cooking in his spare time, Knife Collecting. He also likes claiming ‘prizes’ from his victims, usually he will take the left ring finger (if his victim happens to be married) or anything of significance to the person he is torturing/about to kill.

Languages: Common

Residence: House Durendaire in Ishgard, Transitory for the most part with most of his time spent in Inns in the various towns he visits.

Birthplace: Foundation, Ishgard

Religion: While he was raised to learn the teachings of Ishgard and specifically Halone, Lusaut has no true interest in any sort of religion as that was never a part of his training.

Patron Deity: Rhalgr, the Destroyer

Fears: Most women (personal reasons), failing his father, letting his prey get away, not being seen as a true Ishgardian

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Rimoux de Durendaire (Alive, Ishgardian Elezen, Father), Unknown Keeper of the Moon (Mother, Deceased)

Siblings: Faust de Durendaire/Greystone (Alive, MIA)

Other Relatives: Members of the Durendaire family

Pets: He has a half grown Behemoth ‘Pup’ that he affectionately named Rama. He also has a Dalamud Red Chocobo name Lucifer.

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never, Lusaut has never taken to smoking and never really had the chance to fully learn about it since from a young age he was being trained day in and out how to be a killer by his father. He could take up smoking in the future however if convinced to try it. Drugs: While Lusaut does not take any sort of drugs, when he was being trained by his father he would on those occasions when the boy got to be ‘too wild’ he would give him minor hallucinogenic drugs to calm him down and bend him in the ways that he wanted him to. Alcohol: Wine, and that’s about it really. He doesn’t drink often and when he does it might simply be a glass or two and that’s it. For the most part he simply doesn’t have ‘time’ for such pleasantries really and drinking isn’t really something he cares about. Though much like smoking he could be convinced to try other brews if convinced to do so.

RP Hooks ––– –

Insert Hooks Here: Honestly, because Lusaut is a newer Muse for me and I’m still trying to think of ideas for general RP hooks while I ‘flesh him out’ so to speak I am more than open to things. For the most part, Lusaut is more or less a very dark oriented RP type in which he is cruel and doesn’t exactly act nice. So dark themed RPs are to be expected and are likely going to be the general area that I would lean towards for him. That isn’t to say that lighter Ups can’t happen or fluff, I am just tossing out the warning that Lusaut is an Evil character overall and thus dark themes come with his territory.

Insert Mature Hooks Here: Lusaut is very much into men only and because of that he will not be involved with women outside of simple meetings or in the best case scenario as friends/companions. He has not interest in women in regards to sexual intimacy. When it comes to him being involved with other men however it is purely because of carnal desires and nothing more. For the most part Lusaut will usually never return any sort of romantic interest because for him, sex is a thing that he needs to have every so often due to lust. The potential for romantic interest is there however but it will not be easy to obtain because Lusaut is very... cruel. On that note, he has a very big interest in larger males and specifically Au Ra.

Voidsent/Ascians/Primals: Lusaut has quite a bit of interest for the ‘darker’ things so to speak. Besides the fact that his lustful side of him has him attracted to larger men and Au Ra it also leads him to have lustful desires for the more demonic beings of the world that people tend to be fearful of. To him it’s a walk on the wild side and if he has a rather good time then he’s likely to return so that he can continue having such good times. Obviously he has to take caution with these things as he wants to avoid being possessed or tempered by these creatures.

Hook

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Contact Information  ––– –

For the most part Tumblr DM’s, Asks or Submissions are the best way to get my attention or to spark an RP. Other than that, Tells in game if I am online will also be a means to get into contact with me. If you wish to contact Lusaut in game please message me on Tumblr first before doing so. I do not share my Discord with people as it is a safe space for me and I prefer keeping it private to people that I feel are a good fit and good friends.

On that note I tend to be very shy and hesitant with RPing with people I have not RP’d with before. So please bear with me if I seem hesitant to RP with you if I do not know you, ESPECIALLY if it is a more mature RP. I am glad you enjoy my character(s) but I’m still learning how to be more involved in the community and not have major anxiety whenever I speak to new people. 

@mooglemeet | @ffxiv-crystal-rp

[captainkurosolaire]

Getting to know : Captain Kuro Solaire

► Name ➔ “Captain Kuro Solaire of the Goldbrand, But ye can refer to me as the navigating guide of pleasure.”

► Are you single ➔ “I’m openly married and surrounded with the personifications of life unshackled.”

► Are you happy ➔ “Have ye seen how many treasures are out there in Eorzea to grab for the plucking? Leviathan! The whole Hydaelyn be awaiting and I’m not even speaking about just silver, gold and gil.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “An emotion I tend to leave caged, It’s freedom would be devastation. Might think that be odd n all since, I claim to be a spirit of the unhindered. ” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “Nah mate learned recently the ole’man and woman have been split from their voyaged ways. Though he doesn’t paddle without their wedding band, gotta give him some reputable credit to that. Shows how much she could have been cherished if she didn’t die giving up her life for me.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “The Glamorous Shite-hole side of Ul’dah” ► Hair Color ➔  "Pitch Black like some wandering Samurai that hangs around gloming up the Quicksands.” ► Eye Color ➔  “Gold, like a fountain of gils crashing into a bedded sea.” ► Birthday ➔ “ 6th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon during some Eclipsed Sun or something like that, supposedly.” ► Mood ➔  "Horned Hunger when y’ grow a savory delight for inner enriches that typically reside from the fresh petals of passion. ” ► Gender ➔ “Male.” ► Summer or winter ➔  “Summer” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Dawn to Dusk”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Always, eternally.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Believe? What about see or witness, or provide it? I am certain I can bring that belief to all those landers. ” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Depends what we defining as a relationship here, I typically give my greeted partings should they be better for the partied company. Though pirate life brings backstabbing and crossing romantically typically I give the steering wheel to the other one after we establish our cruise if they still waiting on shore for me, they haven’t ended anything.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Probably have a few catalogs somewhere in one of my cabinets in the cabin. Though in order for a heart to truly become greater, vigorous, ye gotta take hits. They’ve but all ascended if I’ve caused and inflicted pain to those who gave me their hearts to held. Though should trust be granted, I never leave a stray one to flutter without attention. I’d be a lousy, man.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Ye’d cross yer eyes to rise on me. Though not really afraid, I’d call it. But more careful. My path isn’t met for long periods of company beyond what my skillful touch can provide, I rush into the orbited heat of the sun, where glory rests!” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Ye can call it ‘hugging’ .....but typically, it’s more like clinging during a very enticing dancing between two bodies learning their limits as they soar together to devour the stars.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I pulled out my spyglass, I’m certain we could get a few to note.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ "Infinitely, I can shape and forge and reinforce hearts of others but when comes to my own admitted, I am useless.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Lust is the stem of where love flourishes, I couldn’t imagine it without somewhat how can you take admiration into something without a desire? Ye be talking to a pirate. None, know treasure better than us.” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Disgusting though I can turn both the Ice cubes and the Lemon into something productive but not my type of thing to consume, mate.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Not too far off the same thing but I got a mouth that is detestable to hear from since I am a glorified walking cat of sorts.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “The best of mates” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "Wild night out, I like to bring exploration in all the conceivable measurements, staying in otherwise for short periods goes rather limited.” ► Day or night ➔ "Day into Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Yes, purposefully mind ye.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Few dozens of drunken times surely though always fall into an embrace of bosoms to have my face cradled in.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Sort of but I am more of reaching to grab and should something be that potent to me, I must forget it. For I would be cursed and would bring another to damnation should I steal that thing, I truly... wish. Though should they not break the strings that tie, I will but collect.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Disappear!? That’s rather far-stretched to what I, AM. ~ I never seek to be unseen. I wish to be seen in view even if It’s by rear or heard through tongues made of stone. Ye see! To stand taller is what I said to myself as a lad. And that, I will but give myself as a gift that keeps giving to all those who wish to sail aside the mountains to hold the clouds in their ever waking finger tips. 

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ "Both, I could not pass up a pair of lips that give me the communication that a pearl of links could never provide or the silly tomestones could attempt to replace before Truesight... As for the eyes! Ye but heard haven’t you? They are but the windows of the souls ones that I don’t leave tinted from me.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I get advantages from either when it comes to others, I either get seen action shots or I get a face-full of breasts to greet me. It really doesn’t matter for knees were meant to be bent and I like battling taller opponents to give them some rare opportunities to see the same horizon as me.”   ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “I could not choose over one so I’ll continue to cheat myself through this barrage of questions.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “It’s typically better for hook-up I am a man that provides when others fall behind and then I instruct those to stand back up and treat the womanly gems of Eorzea rightfully how they should be presented. In-turn creating more radiant jewels that never stop. Currently the world is worth a half-gil whore in pearl-lane but overtime with a few seeds tossed and delicately...thoroughly... risen we will have but a meadow to all but breathe in with enjoyment meant for the endless ages.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ "Pops isn’t that bad. Get a few nice therapeutic ‘training’ sessions with him when it comes to the whole bastardization which all cycle back to me letting loose thirty cycles of frustration.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ "It’s hard to sort for most but I like the unpredictable tides and what It brings! Imagine not surviving off enduring or working towards something if everything was thrown on a shitted-plate even if it was sparkling gil and diamonds! It would be nothing but the same shit ye see nobles fitted with. The workers! The chasers! The blazers those are the people who make their own dishes of riches and TO that, It’s everything. Which means more then having someone else prepare your meal for you to do everything hand and foot for ye. I steal from those plates because truly, they would not even give it a glancing care to fill quell the famish in setting.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ "Seven Hells, ye! Screw that orphanage! Least we got it somewhat on the right path, geez. I wonder who out of anyone could have pulled off the care to work on actually cleaning up the city-state. Man they must be really, really, handsome. Well anyway soon the future will be springing up and I can’t wait to greet them at the big-blue!” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Getting my ass-kicked and giving it is kind of an exchange you better suspect to start paying in currency, ye be doing it more than trading in gil if ye aren’t from a fancy House..”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Hating is like getting drunk on salt-water not worth the effort to have those cramps, only worth holding for survival if necessary.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Every last word exhaled from coiled tongues! From even those who gave me a few nasty scratches, bruises, scrapes or scars I give my hat nudge too. I’ve met a lot within my tale.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ ”Anyone who boards my sail along side or on it’s decks are my cared.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “The Seas and the Moon who have been there with me since I first laid feet on ship and adorned the mantle of the Captain.” Tagged by : @issa-arwa  ~Thanks, lovely. Tagging : @aylamoenwyb @mai-takeda @east-to-the-sea @shur-kha-ffxiv @vayduh @yuki-yukichan @shadragonheart @shard-kilamarii @figgenbaums-best-friend @knifewaifu @kha-merc-ffxiv @jax332 @lulu-ffxiv @lulubell-vixen @wildgirlcinna @mischiefandmystics @aetheradventures @ghostlyfoxangel @under-the-blood-moonlight @jancisstuff @moonstruck-ffxiv @maheeia @healerofthefoxes @nebula1984 @morha-ffxiv @mteshi-ffxiv @enchantressoftruth @fracturedfantasia @fey-illumination @xzombiepop @savothesewercat @awatercat @thorcatte @viridian-dragoon @virghilani @liliesinmoonlight @ivyffxiv @aelathetrashcan @seinakurokiba @saintofselfinjury @sabine-ffxiv @brandt-highwind @cheche-dotharl @thelastnoukai @kyrie-silverwings @shur-kha-ffxiv @cahli-tia @skysinger-musings @zhauric @tessariel-aerlinn @sibutum @brytedarklyt @smolcatte @kyren-ffxiv @nurakitten @melodies-in-moonlight @bhaldstyr-ahtahrmsyn @fated-fallacy @marjiandco @mythrilreflections @merosmillionmains @bananawaffles12 @gal-the-violet  @kikyo-mihata @littlestcreampuff @mishivymendi @subetei-noykin @the-silent-elementalist @rina-astraea @mireille-lharan @aluray @librasmopatate @toe-ab @akh-afah @kaliheart @shroudblessings @thelionofdalmasca @z-a-n-a ~~ And ANYONE/EVERYONE that wants to take this!

[its-morphin-time-xiv]

The Weight to carry on ==>

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Silence was all she heard.

It was all she wanted to hear, in all reality. The silence seemed deafening if but only for her as the faint roar of distant waterfalls reached the docks of the Lavender beds. A sullenly toned warm breeze fluttered past a lone woman that stood at the edge, leaning against the wooden railing that kept her from the lapping waters beyond.

Lips were tucked to the corner of her face as she tried to hold a steady breath, but her quivering heart fought against herself, chasing thoughts that her mind tried to bury down, if only just for a single night. Tired eyes drifted to her hands, the left gloved, the right bare, her mind trying to ignore what was missing along her right wrist… The Morpher…. It was gone.

[More under the cut!]

Her hand flexed, curling into a tight fist before letting go with a shuddering whisper, a curse. “...D-dammit...” With a tightening jaw, the woman brings her broken gaze up to the near midnight sky as fingers drift onto her bare wrist while her mind drifts into memories once again. Images float past, sights and sounds of the past few weeks hit her hard.

From the loss of her Morpher, the Red Ranger taking leave, and the breakup that shattered her heart more than she wanted to admit, her mind remained locked in an endless maelstrom of calamity. It seemed like she stumbled, stumbled and stumbled some more until she crashed into the ground. Her once head held high now laying in the dirt. It made her heart scream, teeth to bear she silently hisses between her teeth while her hands come to cover watery eyes. “Dammit… dammit… dammit..”  Her voice came to a trembling and stifled sob while she stood there, hands moving to grip the sides of her head as if it’d stop her thoughts.

She fell… hard. She fell into a state that so few ever really managed to ever see. Something that she did when alone… and it was fall. There was a facade that everyone knew, that everyone saw and then, there was this.The lie. While, in truth, she managed her life as an Engineer and the rebuilding of Haven well enough… she also suffered.

One misstep after the other. It’s all she could think of, even after attending the crowded Sparrow’s concert with Nenet, and Solaire...  it wasn’t enough to make her feel less alone. Her mind clung to the few times she smiled during the show, the acts, and her brief conversation with Zeraia that left her mind racing. She clung to those brief memories of the night before a voice washed away her thoughts.

“Mind if we join you?” A man’s voice asked gently in the evening sky, a faint honeyed tone that lingered on a more heavy body. It was… familiar… Too familiar.

“Aye.. thought ya’ like.. To see us.” Another voice came from the other side, his tone chipper,  the smile thick yet gentle as the footsteps came closer.  “Been’ae while.. Hasn’t it?” A hand comes to gently clap against the midlander’s back. When she looked to her right to see the man behind the voice, she was greeted with the loving smile Cassian always gave her. Moments hadn’t even passed before she moved, lurching to him to throw arms around her older brother’s neck to bury her face into his shoulder.

“Easeh, easeh there sis.” He chuckles some before wrapping his arms around her. “We’re right here.. Fo’real this time..”

“Aye, we’re here for you this time.” The other voice said, it was Arnor’s. His smile audible as his hand comes to rest along the woman’s back, rubbing gently while she were squeezed by the other.

It had been decades since the three siblings had been together for anything at all. Time and fate pulling the three siblings apart, the little sister to the skies and the twins across the shimmering seas below. Now, after so long, they had been finally reunited, if only under better circumstances. Their little sister was hurting, hurting in ways that they knew she needed to stand up from. As they held her, words began to spill from quivering lips of everything that had gone on. From the beginning of the Ancients arriving, the revival of the Rangers, the Network’s troubles, and lastly her own troubles.

“Hay’na.. No Morpher… But does that mean No You?” He paused. “No.” Cassian gently shook his head, thavnairian features showing a gentle smile in the soft glow of lantern and moonlight. “Wha’ is the Slater family motto, Bella? Wha’ is it?”

“.. Fall down s-seven times… Stand up.. Eight.” Their little sister’s voice came through weakly, fighting back a sniffle before going quiet again.

The twins let out gentle chuckles before letting go. “Aye.. there we go.. Still remember it aft’ all these years.” 

“Good! Now.. you’ve gone and stumbled, fallen, even… more times than one should count.. But does that mean you give up now? Right here? Hells no. You get back up.”

“But… I-i. I’ve already failed them once... I don’t want to fail them all again.. I-i’m.. I’m supposed to be th’ Blue Ranger… But.. it seems like.. Every time I try, i get tossed aroun’.. Thrown to th’ ground and fail… I’m.. i’m no Ranger.. I’m no hero they need me as. I failed as th’ Blue Ranger.. Her Blue… Their blue. M’wrist is light withou’ th’ Morpher but I can still feel it there.. Like a sin o’ somethin’..” The smaller of the three, sniffled again as she were gently set down, sitting atop the railing as her Arnor, the biggest out of the three of them put a hand onto her shoulder.

“Bells, it’s.. Alright to be a failure.Everyone fails at who they’re supposed to be. A measure of a person, of a Hero, of a Ranger, is how well they succeed at being who they are.. ” Arnor’s words were soft, his usually boastful voice was soft, caring and low. “As a Ranger.. Like a leader, you will fail at some point, or points. Every Ranger does. At the point of failure.. It’s up to you to decide on how you let it impact you.”

“Will that weight on your wrist weight you down? Or is it going to be a weight you’d carry proudly? Will you bounce back and learn? Or.. tailspin like you are now but go even worse?” As Arnor spoke more, Cassian nods gently, stepping back to bring a finger to his ear, muttering off to the side, a gentle smile upon his face as he conversed with an unknown receiver.

“It’s up to you. Make the right one, Bells. You… you were created for grand things, I know it, Cassian knows it, Ma’ Da’, the Creator too. We all know you can do great and grand things, these friends of yours, The Network? They know it, we all do. Be the person who steps into their role as a Ranger, as a sister, and as a friend..” The highlander chuckles some, squeezing his sister’s shoulder once more. “... It may seem tough.. And you may not think you’re worthy enough anymore. You’ve made mistakes, poor choices hold ou back from seeing everything you were made for..”

“Stop thinking like that. You are worthy, are able and will be what you were meant to be. Okay? We may not have seen each other for twenty something years but… you’re still you.” While Arnor finished, Cassian gently strode up to his side, leaning against the railing to look between the two of them, a hand weaving through his buzzed short hair.

“Aye.. Lil’ brotha’s righ’... You know he is.. I do too, we all do. S’was why th’ public loves his face.” He snickers before letting a hand lightly punch Arnor’s shoulder. “Mmn.. Jus’ got off th’pearl with some mates of ours. Thems thinkin’ th’ same thing we were, Arno’.” Bella tilts her head some, while she looks over, a hand coming up to wipe away the fact she was teary eyed, sniffling quietly.

“Oh? Really now?” Arnor mused before looking to Belladonna with a gentle chuckle. “Guess it’s decided then. You’re coming back with us for a few suns. Cassian’s contacts at the Academy would like you to take some time with them.”

“Ye’ rememba’ your old trainin’ aye? Th’ trainin’ y’got after you had gone an’ went t’ be ‘Miss Ace Pilot’. It’s time t’ dust off daggers, put on y’scarf an’ get back t’ bein’ a trained Shinobi.. Thems thinkin’ it’s a  good time fo’ a Ranger on hiatus t’ re-hone their martial skills. An’ well… it’s a good way t’ get back up int’ tha’ controlled mindset. C’mon eh?” Cassian smirks as he pushes off the railing to point down the docks to a small Ferry that’d lead back to Gridania.

“I’ll even carry you there on my back.” Arnor offered, turning to prepare himself with a chuckle. “I think it’s good for you. The Academy, I mean. Also this, but.. The Academy more. Learn to be who you are, again. Not who you’re supposed to be. We’ll start with a part of you that you haven’t been for quite a while. And then? We’ll see how you feel.”

Slowly, Bella wiggled her way off of the railing to hop onto the highlander’s back to be carried like a small opo-opo. Secured now, the man stands with a gentle grunt, looking back over his shoulder some. “...Did… did you somehow gain three hundred ponze?!” He fought back a grunt as he smiled, laughing through his teeth. “I don’t remember you being this heavy!”

“Oi! C’mon y’ tundra-roamin’ tart! She can’t possibly be -that- heavy!”

“You get your scrawny arse over here and try lifting her then!”

“Aaahr… Pass.”

“Coward!” Arnor called out with a smile on his face while he carried Bella on his back towards the ferry. He hums something to himself before looking behind him, over his shoulder to ask her a question only to see her eyes closed and her head against his back. She had fallen asleep, right then and there, ghostly trails along her cheeks were faded and dried tears that had been shed throughout the night. Some fresh, having partially dampened his shirt, some not. “Guess.. We’ll start when you wake up.” He mutters with a chuckle, stepping up to Cassian.

“We’ll get it all started when the sun rises… New day, a new dawn.”

“... Hate it when we ge’ all poetic..”

“You do it too.”

“... Paaahhh….. Shuddap…”

“Let’s get goin’.. eh?”

[thedarkestdragonknight]

回 - For a phobia they have.

I will not lie and say that this one took me FOREVER to do simply because I had to look up Phobias and see which ones fit... so you are getting a few for each of the children here 8D

“Fears... phobias? You’re joking right... but since you’ve asked I’ll give you three, I do hope you don’t plan on sharing these though.” a low snort came out of the Au Ra as he spoke, that mild threat lingering in the area for several moments as he let it sink in before continuing “If I am correct with these and what they mean then I would have Agateophobia, Atychiphobia and Trypanophobia. Don’t know what those are? Then either you can find out for yourself or just be on your way... I don’t plan on explaining them to you.”

A lot of Jacques’ fears and Phobias play on a few things, while he has certainly gotten better over the course of time that he’s been spending with his companions and people he has met they can still crop of from time to time. I picked three that I feel personally fit him. The first of which is Agateophobia, the Fear of Insanity and there is a reason behind this. He doesn’t truly fear insane people or people who come across as such, but more so he has a fear of losing his mind TO insanity and potentially not just destroying things but also killing his friends due to him losing his mind. Second on this list would be Atychiphobia, the Fear of Failure and this is for very obvious reasons... after what happened during the events of the Vault with Haurchefant he has become more terrified of what could happen if he ended up failing again or... in a worst case scenario, what would happen if either of his partners were to fall due to his failure. Lastly and this one isn’t quite brought up because it rarely comes about is Trypanophobia, the Fear of Injections. The reason for this is simply because of the twenty years he spent in the custody of the Garleans being used as an experiment and potentially a ‘proto-type’ for things to come. The main fear comes from him having a direct injection of Ceruleum, Midgardsormr’s Blood and other chemicals injected directly into his heart which not only caused him utter AGONIZING pain but also nearly killed him.

(Since this one is fairly long I shall keep the other three under the cut here :3)

A frown crossed over the young Miqo’te’s features as he looked down and well he was all but embarrassed to be speaking of these “W-well... I have Catagelophobia... it’s a pretty big one really... I am scared of what people might do to me. Especially in Ul’dah...” another frown and a deeper one “Then there’s Gelotophobia and well... Social Phobia which is a bit of a broad term but it... suits the purpose...”

The precious shy and skittish Kitten shows up here! Xheta’ra wasn’t TOO hard to think of Phobias for but it certainly wasn’t an easy task either. But much like Jacques I’ve gone through and made a list of three that I feel fit the best for him and what he has had to deal with during his time in Ul’dah as a well poor creature so to speak. First up we have Catagelophobia which is the Fear of being Ridiculed and it certainly reflects a lot with Xheta’s past and what has happened to him, constantly being seen as the biggest clutz in the world and constantly failing at everything people often will ridicule him simply for EXISTING. What we have next is Gelotophobia, or the Fear of Being Laughed At, which goes hand in hand with the previous phobia... if people are not immediately ridiculing him for what has happened in the past then they are quick to laugh at him. And lastly we have Social Phobia, which if it wasn’t obvious from the get go is the fear of being evaluated negatively in social situations among varying other things. Obviously all of his fears play off one another and he’s likely got many more that tie into these but they are the three major ones that I feel best suit him.

For once the halfbreed had a look of dread on his face... he had been asked by his companions to pay a visit to this place and it was sending chills down his spine. Hearing the voice he grimaced, trying to put on a ‘tough’ face “........ hmph... well since you asked... Eremophobia... yeah I’m scared of myself at times but more so the loneliness bit works more. Hagiophobia and Hierophobia are the others... take a fucking guess what those are fears of...” as soon as he was done the young warrior was quickly marching his way out of the area.

Faust was a bit harder to get a shot for that fits the phobias I went with for him, mostly because he is a low level and I haven’t level/story boosted him at all. But this one works well enough! For Phobias I went with Eremophobia which is the fear of oneself or loneliness and given how his father wanted him dead from the very beginning well before he was born and he barely had anyone around that he truly could be friends with he easily has issues with himself (being what he is) as well as not wanting to be alone because he’s scared of what could happen if he is alone. Hagiophobia is next up and that would be a fear of saints or holy things and given that he was born in Ishgard and thus an Ishgardian there’s a lot to fear when it comes to the Holy See, especially given his Au Ra heritage and the potential for being called a Heretic just from his looks alone. Lastly we have Hierophobia which would be the fear of Priests or Sacred things and this obviously ties in with his Hagiophobia and both of which tie in to his Ishgardian heritage. For the obvious reasons mentioned before.

Even if it wasn’t a true Doctor’s office the sight of the things on the desk had his heart racing... Alrek had simply come in to look at a few of the books lining the shelves and now he was terrified and wanted to leave immediately... which he quickly did so that he could compose himself “That... that was embarrassing but... I guess you could say that I have Iatrophobia, Tomophobia and in a lesser way Dishabiliophobia... I... don’t really like anything to do with doctors or scientists or anything like that. S-sorry... I... I need some fresh air now.”

And the last of the quadruplets! Here we have Alrek looking absolutely mortified though the smaller size doesn’t do this justice. Alrek would easily have a massive panic attack if he were to ever visit @drdrogon‘s amazing Semex because two of his fears (with the third one being potentially there as well) play off very big things that brought him into this world. Let’s start off the three with Iatrophobia, which just so happens to be the fear of going to the doctor or of doctors in general. Given a lot of the recent content that was brought about with Post-Stormblood I got plenty of ideas for how Alrek was created and why he has blood ties with the Galvus family, obviously he’s an experiment and that would mean spending a lot of time with the Medicus and Medicorum (Specifically Aulus mal Asina). This fear ties into his Tomophobia, the fear of surgical operations. No doubt this poor boy had to go through many such things with being augmented as well as just the forced aging that he likely had to endure among varying other aspects. This last one is a bit of a mild one as it likely doesn’t crop up often but I did feel it falls into place for Alrek as well and that would be Dishabiliophobia or rather a fear of undressing in front of someone. I feel like these fears tie into one another, with him being what he is and I could see him having plenty of issues simply undressing in front of anyone since in his past it likely meant more tests, etc. being done to him.

Also because @theaetherhealerffxiv‘s room was stolen for Alrek’s screenshot enjoy :P and @talechaser-ffxiv because you were amazing and gave me this amazing resource so that I could get the perfect Phobias for these kids.

MY MUSE CANNOT LIE