#joshua losstarot

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Full pictures under the cut:

January: The time I started really, really, playing with all the mods I hoarded.

February: The time I won GPOSERS' Weekly Feature (yay!)

March: The time I thought this was as good as my gpose got.

April: The time I posed the best dialogue ever (I should do more like this).

May: The time I think I won something with this, but I'm not sure. [Vanilla]

June: The time I got @housedeaubemarle invested in an AU ship.

July: The time I was playing Dawntrail, what do you mean a Jojo meme wasn't your first thought when you saw this fight- [Vanilla]

August: The time all my DT pics are from my PS5 because I haven't gotten it for my PC yet. I'm hoping the reviews are so bad SE'll have a sale for it. [Vanilla]

September: The time I let the Losstarot brothers duel.

October: The time @housedeaubemarle wanted a pic of her sibling OCs and I said "okay sure!"

November: The time I teeter dangerously between stubbornly toughing it out on my PS5 and using crimes because there's a BIG satisfaction to pulling off vanilla shots but all the pretty clothes and poses... [Vanilla]

December: It's only the 11th! Be patient! Something will crop up...eventually...

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Escher: Was. He does not look back fondly at it.

Isillud: Head exploded when he discovered men could marry each other but won't do it himself.

Joshua: "Look, the House needs an heir-"

Rossignol: Maybe. Who knows?

Ireul & Sirolimus: "E-ehhh-!" *blushes*

Is your WoL married, or is that something they want in life?

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His eye is drawn to the robes at the corner. "It says these robes were typically worn by the Ancients, with red masks denoting positions in a governing body known as The Convocation. Of course none of these masks are red."

Philomene turns to where Joshua has pointed out the clothing. A critical eyebrow lifts. "Did the Convocation receive better tailoring as well? Or are we to trust the Warrior's description of mostly shapeless cloth upon the apparent progenitors of our world?"

"Apparently they frowned upon individuality." He scoffs quietly, "Not unlike some Ishgardians."

She slides her dark brown eyes in his direction; a faint smile emerges. "Oh? Would I be familiar with such Ishgardians?"

"I- I am not sure, Viscountess. My brother Iz-Isillud probably would."

The Dowager tilts her head slightly, the smile still present. "We mustn't be coy, my lord. When making such insinuations, one must be accurate or be outlandish." She turns her gaze back to the robes. "What your audience won't forgive is a verbal retreat."

Joshua coughs. "Well. I hear House Gaussain would be one such example. A-anyway, these robes look rather loose. Surely there must have been people who sought to follow their own drummer."

A gleam of approval flickers within the Dowager's eyes. "A mercy that we are quite alone, Lord Joshua." She shakes her head at the clothing. "I am always one for tradition, but frankly, I would rather be forgotten by the inheritors of my world than honoured if that were my garb. Etoile would have a conniption."

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@escherstrange-ffxiv: Joshua Losstarot

Venue: Anesidora | Dynamis, Halicarnassus | Lavender Beds, W2 P57

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Thrilled to finally have this prickly Dowager interact with poor Joshua - and it all turned out better than I imagined!

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happy late birthday vagrant story!!

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Without taking new pics, post one of your OCs as

A romanceable NPC

2. Quest Giver NPC

3. Final Boss

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See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I'll wait for you

#Studio_Boxroom Chaos/Spriggan, Mist P 37, W 4. Rooms 2, 4, 6.

Meme pic below the cut.

It was inevitable that someone would request this when I took it.

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#4: Reticent

[One year after fleeing Ishgard.]

Laura kicked the door of apartment so hard it banged against the wall. "Here we are, home sweet home. Don't mind the mess, I ain't had time to tidy up." She stepped aside for the boy, watching him take slow, cautious steps inside.

Though she had promised his brother, finding Joshua someone who would take him in was harder than she expected. Everyone had an excuse or other: too fragile, too sickly, too high maintenance, too duskwight. Those who did want him were worse, and that was how Laura Treegarden gained a charge.

Though shorter than most trips, the journey from Mor Dhona to Limsa had changed him: He hadn't spoken much, but now he was downright reticent; jaw clenched, lips pursed so tightly it looked glued shut, and she was certain the light had gone out in his eyes on the boat ride. "I'll get ye a bed tomorrow, just sleep on the couch for now, ay?" A tower of binders clattered to the ground. "Paper's quite soft when ye get used to it, heh."

He did not laugh. He huddled at one side and stayed there, hugging his knees and stared straight into a corner.

She was not prepared for this at all. Where did one even begin to take care of a teenager, let alone an Ishgardian fugitive? "Joshua," she started, scratching her head, "I know this is a lot for ye to take in, and, well, I guess I'm sayin' it's okay to be mad. But life's gotta go on, and, and well, oh I know! We could grab some parchment an' quill t'morrow and write a letter t' yer brother-"

"No need." That would be the first words he uttered all week, and now she had an inkling of what he was thinking. "Ah, yer mad."

"..."

No sooner had she started to comb for ideas did the answer stare her in the face - a battered axe, chipped and dull, leaning in the very corner he looked at. "Ah, here's an idea." She grabbed it and held the handle out to the boy. "This here's m' old axe. Shoulda tossed it after I cleaved the skull o' the man who brought me outta Ala Mhigo - got sick of his ideas for me, y'see - but that's an old memory ye ain't interested in. Anyroad, ye take this axe now, and when yer angry at the world what done you wrong, ye hit something with it. Rocks, trees, maybe when you're older ye can aim for beastkin, I dunno. But it's a start. Go on, try it."

Joshua slowly looked up at the axe, then at her, slowly arching his eyebrow, incredulous at her terrible life hack. He would say, "What the fuck, lady," but he still had not grown out of noble Ishgardian upbringing yet, though it certainly took seed in him.

To her, it was progress. Any progress was always good. Her chest swelled with pride at a job well done. "That's a start, boy. We'll put some life back in ye yet."

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♪ Boys and girls of every age, Wouldn't you like to see something strange? ♪

♪ This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night ♪

♪ Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch Everyone, hail to the Pumpkin King now ♪

♪ In this town, we call home Everyone, hail to the pumpkin song! ♪

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Escher, Isillud, Joshua, Rossignol: Fucked around and found out.

EVERYONE QUICK describe your oc story in the worst way possible

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#7: Morsel

Even the tiniest morsel of meat was daunting to look at.

The bile rose, the stench clawed into his nostrils. The trouble had passed. They were home. He was safe. Why then did roast dodo smell like a rotting carcass?

Gloved hands clamped his mouth, digging into his cheeks. Eyes shut, pushing his last meal back down. Down, foul remnants. Ears hurt at the echo of his own gagging.

When he could finally pry his eyes open from the tears that glued it shut, the plate was gone. Joshua and Ofanleitasyn sat beside him, his brother's hands folded in front of him, Watching. Chewing. The lordling nudged a glass of water at him.

"I cannot," Isillud heaved. He gulped the water, letting it soothe his burning throat. "I'm sorry," he rasped.

Joshua said nothing; the Roegadyn returned to the kitchen shaking his head. "I'll stick to fruits and veggies for yer dinner wi' Faurox, milord."

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#19: Taken

"...than your crass as hells invitation. Good day."

Before Isillud could open his mouth to speak Joshua grabbed his arm and dragged him away, leaving the woman dumbfounded in the middle of the Crozier. He didn't look back as he stormed through the crowd, some quickly stepping aside once they saw his face.

This is enough.

The taller elezen dug his heels into the ground, pulling them both to a stop. Joshua whipped around, a silent "What?!" glare at him.

"You've made an enemy of that house."

"Many houses stand antagonistic to each other," the younger one retorted.

Isillud wrenched his arm from his brother's grip, though the fact that his hand practically wrapped around his did not escape his notice. "Our house fell because of our enemies, Joshua. You would do well not to repeat history."

Joshua exhaled puffs of white air, willing himself to calm down. He crossed his arms, "Fine, how would you have put it?"

Isillud focused on a wall, putting his answer together. Back straight, he cleared his throat and put on his most polite voice: "I regret to inform that I am unable to attend your soirée, however I could direct you to a cage of trained opo-opos that may serve as similar entertainment, if you please."

Silence. Slow blinking. And then, laughter that rang through the street. "Ahahahaha!"

The tension broken, Isillud's shoulders relaxed. "A naturalist told me that opo-opos have their own fighting style."

Joshua wiped tears from his eyes. "What, really?"

A sage nod. "Indeed." He arched his back, arms spread out, and raised one leg bent at the knee. "This is the Anxious Ape stance."

An eyebrow arched. "Do you take me for an idiot?"

The bent leg stomped the cobblestone street, hands raised in front of him akin to a pugilist's stance. "And this is the Bobbing Baboon."

"And you say they fight like this?"

"I mean if I am to be a performing animal..."

"Pft." Joshua copied his brother's last move: Arms out, one leg raised. "And do they have any insults to go with it?"

Seeing that Joshua had taken the bait, Isillud smirked. "The naturalist said they only heard one." He reached out to smack Joshua in the head. "Ook!"

"Ack!" The younger brother wobbled, putting his foot down when his hand flew up to swat the hand coming for him.

"See, you've learned an insult! You could be an opo-opo fighter too!"

His smile betrayed the fight in his voice as he charged. "Bitch."

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#18: Hackneyed

Good entertainment in Ishgard is so hard to find! Last week Lady Chassaigne hired a fortune teller to entertain her guests and I felt utterly sorry for that poor girl. Not only did she look like she learned to read her deck a week before the event, but she had no grace nor practice. Her delivery was stiff, and don't even get me started on her fortunes! "Today fortune smiles on you," as opposed to what? She could have thrown her cards up in the air and it would have been more interesting than her dull, hackneyed lines.

The problem is that everyone loves a good fortune teller - why else do we still tolerate that buffoon heading the Astrologicum - but finding one who balances accuracy and showmanship, ah, there lies the rub. The ones who are all spectacle embellish their lies with sparkles and ribbons; the ones who can see distress all with their plain speech. And don't get me started on the 'Echo-blessed' adventurers; not a single one possessing the slightest etiquette, like the one who called Baron Serrurier a Lord. Fury, everyone felt the mortification that night.

However! The servants have been whispering about the Losstarots, word has it the elder brother can bring the dead back to life! I knew you'd agree that would be quite a show. There were other rumours that he can scry into one's darkest secrets, but that would be too scandalous, of course. Naturally I was curious and as my luck turned out, I found the brothers walking along the Crozier. The elder lord really is as handsome as they say, even moreso in person with those piercing green eyes- anyway. I invited him to dinner and offered an introduction to some people who would be interested in his services, and you would not guess what happened. Why, his brother, that brat of a lordling, stood between us and said:

"If you seek entertainment for your guests milady, I'm certain any hunter can fetch you a cage of trained opo-opos for a very affordable sum. I assure you they will be classier than your crass as hells invitation. Good day."

And then he just pulled his brother away without letting him have a word! Who taught him to speak like that to his betters?! I certainly would not be surprised if that one was an impostor, what with that odd lilt in his accent, trying to pretend to have an Ishgardian accent, no doubt! Anyway, I found a lovely string quartet for the evening and nothing of value was lost.

Honestly, I don't know what the Aubemarles see in them.

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＃3：Tempest

"Close the flap, Izzy. You're letting the rain in."

The storm battered against their tent that not even tying the flap down could stop the brothers from hearing the wind howl outside. Joshua huddled at the other end of the tent while Wil nestled itself snugly in Isillud's coat, folded and placed beside his pillow. Isillud tucked his legs close to his chest, concerned for his brother and the storm.

He didn't need to ask; Joshua understood. "The Garleans have left Dalmasca. Nobody will be patrolling the cliffs in this storm." The younger elezen looked up from his book, "Though once it subsides, we must enter the city immediately."

His brother's uneasiness did not go ignored. "A gil for your thoughts," Joshua offered.

Isllud sighed, reaching to pet the crow. "What if it's gone? What if we came for naught?"

"Look, you want to listen to an aetherial tart-"

"The 'aetherial tart' was our mother."

"She looked like our mother, you said," Joshua corrrected him. "But there's no reason for Sydney to lie. If the Dark is calling you, then it most likely. We'll figure the why of it when we enter." He snapped the book shut and pulled his blanket to his chin. "Time passes faster if we rest now."

Isillud rested his hands on his stomach as he lay. "I wish grandfather was here."

"I wish he was too." Joshua turned to face the tarp. "So I can kick his arse for foisting this on us."

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Dew and salt mingled in the morning mist, a sunbeam shining over the ruins. "There it is, Izzy: Old Lea Monde."

The tide had subsided to reveal a ruined city, the waters of Valnard lapping at the edges, seeping through cracks and creating rivers where streets used to be.

"After you."

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#22: Duel (Take 2)

"Really, Izzy? Traditional Hingan wear for a duel?"

"This is practice garb. I'm not wearing fine clothes for training."

"The rapier isn't a difficult weapon to learn." "In reality you will likely fight against someone who doesn't. This will teach you to adapt."

"Let's see if your teacher is worth their salt."

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#16: Third-rate

The sword was unbalanced. Specks of rust dotted the blade. Calling it a third-rate weapon would be too generous. "This is not a good sword," Joshua said.

Ireul wrung her hands some more. "The blacksmith is...working on it."

The young elezen was not impressed. "I am reliably informed that your family owns a weapons shop in Sharlayan." He handed her the sword, handle first. "What would they say when presented with...this?"

Ireul grimaced; even she knew the sword wasn't worth the metal used to make it. "That it needs a little bit of work..."

Joshua was unimpressed.

"...Okay fine, it's a shite sword. But the smith really needs to feed his family, leaving his two young kids at home while he goes adventuring isn't an option! Do you really have it in your heart to let a Dalmascan family go hungry?!"

"Miss Aberystwyth, I run a community center. If I ruin my reputation selling shoddy wares, more than one Ishgardian family will go hungry, I guarantee you that." Sighing, he reached into his pocket and counted a fistful of gil, dropping it into her hand. "Still, never let it be said Joshua Losstarot does not care for the welfare of a struggling Dalmascan."

Ireul blinked; he had given easily twice the value of the sword. "The man can get through a week with this. What's your plan?"

"The plan is you will have a week to convince him to embark on a new career path."

"I can't do that, he only has one leg! This is all he can do!"

"What about a desk job? Transcribing? Accounting? I don't know, he's your project, if he starves from lack of business or gets killed trying to use this sorry excuse of a weapon to defend himself, that won't be very heroic of you, will it?" After a few failed attempts to fasten the sword to his knapsack he gave up and flung it into the wagon, landing on a crate with a dull thunk. "Best of luck in your endeavour."

"Thanks, I guess." The au ra watched Joshua ride off into the dunes. When he was out of sight she slapped her cheeks and put on her most determined expression. "Ulfrid!" She marched to her butler, "Change of plans! We're going to save a terrible craftsman from himself!"

"Ehh?!"