#samilen aus

[heroesofhydaelyn]

Do you have a list of AUs or verses for samilen at all? :O

Fuck yeah I do (I really needed to write these out anyway tbh)

Default/Standard Verse

In his standard verse, Samilen is not the Warrior of Light in any capacity. Instead of being tasked by the Scions or blessed with any particular gift, he is merely a botanist and carpenter residing in Gridania, with some also knowing him as a once-talented archer in the Twin Adders before and up to the events of The Calamity.

In this verse, Samilen is extremely nonverbal and only rarely speaks to anyone but himself outside the presence of others. Though he is not a hermit who keeps solely to himself, the Keeper does try to keep away from crowds and from most bustling centers of activity if he can help it. 

He visits Limsa Lominsa on occasion to either visit family or pay respect to them (he’s never told anyone if they survived the Calamity or not), but otherwise gently keeps to himself in the Black Shroud when he’s not otherwise at one of the guilds or napping in his practically-now-a-home inn room.

Warrior of Light AU

As a Warrior of Light, Samilen’s adventures closely follows the MSQ of the game without too much deviation, essentially plucking him from his simple life as a Gridanian botanist and tossing him back into a world of loss, stress and combat that he thought he once left behind. In the early months of his time with the Scions, Samilen keeps very much to himself still–he’s terrified of getting close to people again, and moreso about being useless to save the world which has been thrust upon his shoulders. His biggest fear in this verse is, by far, being a failure.

As time goes on, Samilen allows himself to open up with the Scions and the other people he meets along the way. ARR teaches him to reach out, Heavensward teaches him to trust, Stormblood teaches him to be brave and Shadowbringers teaches him to stand tall in his convictions.

By the events of Heavensward into Stormblood, Samilen regains some sense of verbal communication. Though he will always fall back into mute handspeak when stressed in much the same way as he self-stims, the Keeper does have a sense of growth very unique to this verse, if only to help him feel confident enough in himself and his abilities to speak once more and to protect those most dear to him.

Lightwarden AU

This verse is a spinoff of Samilen being the Warrior of Light, specifically during the events of Shadowbringers. While the MSQ would see the warrior having take down all the Lightwardens and bring peace back to the First, this verse has Samilen fail and fall victim to the light instead, transforming into a Lightwarden himself and then on known only as Silence, as a testimate to all of the words, feelings and desires he left unspoken in his life as a mortal.

Close to Home AU

In this verse, Samilen never chose to leave home when he was a child, instead remaining with his family and taking up the mariner skills of his father N’obuli Tia. Instead of learning and perfecting skills in botany and carpentry, Samilen instead takes on the title as one of the best fisherman of his age and up-and-coming culinarian. He never much learns the combative skills of archery, though his close kinship with his sister N’mahzi (who herself wants to be a marauder and general brigand) does allow him to learn some manner of basic self-defense.

When the Calamity happens, none of them are prepared for it. Like many people in Limsa, the Jawantal family can only experience it with the fervent hope of surviving and rebuilding like everyone else. It’s hard even as the years pass by, but Samilen is determined to do his best to support his family through whatever means required of him.

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

"howl’s moving castle" which absolutely must include the scene where theyre walking in midair over town OR the scene where person 1 hugs the more monstrous person 2 by the neck

You are absolutely correct, it’s almost Required By Law at this point to imagine those beautiful scenes if one is to truly consider any Howl’s Moving Castle AU

The gentleness... the soft enigma of the wizard who sweeps your wayward self into their arms... the simple awe of walking on air over the colorful crowds below..... the acceptance and love of one person to another even when you have no idea what the fuck is going on.....

Perfection

[darthsuki]

✿ O’ Persephone of longing heart Weep not upon the waking of dreams Pray, shed your mask of untrue self And return to me, your Hades. ✿

Featuring @samilenjawantal

For more screenshots, please check out the #gpose tag on my tumblr!

[nijohirjesyho]

With Apologies to LadyRamora

@blood--hunter got a lovely ficlet from LadyRamora which has been an endless source of inside jokes to our FC and I thought I should post my incredibly silly follow up fic to Tumblr.

To @ladyramora, apologies, and please know we all thought your fic was incredible. For anyone looking for it, please look no further, here you go.

Our cast is as follows Nijoh’ir being mine Samilen belongs to @heroesofhydaelyn Adehn belongs to @blood--hunter Amasar belongs to @amasarbulqasar

It was a quiet day in the Quills' FC house, a welcome change of pace from the chaos that typically surrounded them, and anyone who associated with the Scions really.

Sprawled in the first room of the house was Nijoh'ir, draped over a chair in a way one was not meant to sit in chairs but the man was gay so he sat like it. Equally sprawled, across from him, was Samilen, the Viera on his tomestone as he spoke to his companion.

"So for the next questions-"

"Samilen," Nijoh'ir cut in, his tail swaying behind him, "how many of these quizzes have you taken?"

"Listen Nijoh'ir it's important to know what kind of bread you are now, of these colors which-"

The front door swung open. It did not fly open or slam but it opened in the way that commanded attention, Nijoh'ir and Samilen both looking up as a third member of their FC stepped in.

Amasar's eyes scanned the room as an uneasy tension filled in, the kind like in a storm, after a particularly bright flash of lighting, when you can only hold your breath and wait for the deafening crack of thunder.

"Where is Adehn." This was not the thunder, the tension only growing stronger at Amasar's question, Nijoh'ir's fur along his tail stood on end.

"Uh, he was just here, I think he's downstairs..." Nijoh'ir slowly flattened his ears, unsure of what was going on, and sharing a frightened look with Samilen.

As if summoned, Adehn emerged from downstairs, his good eye fell on Amasar, "you were looking for me?" He tilted his head, his ears tipped slightly with the motion.

Amasar stepped forward to grab Adehn's shoulder. Now Adehn had seen things, they all had in their time as adventurers but Adehn had seen more than most and his face so rarely expressed any kind of fear. But his instincts must've clued him because even he paled, just slightly as the Au Ra loomed over him.

"I heard you and G'raha visited the Forgotten Knight recently."

A chill, the equal to those of Ishgard, swept through the room.

"Yeah. Had dinner and a few drinks, played cards. What about it?"

"What else did you do while you were there."

Silence met his question.

"Where my husband or my daughter could've seen you."

"Oh gross, Adehn." Nijoh'ir made a face, "I eat there."

"No one saw us, G'raha cast a-"

"If no one saw you then how do I know to ask you about it Adehn?"

Adehn sighed and shrugged, "fine, we'll keep it somewhere your kid won't see, that work?"

"You had better." Amasar stepped back, and then nodded, "Nijoh'ir?"

"Uh- yes?"

"Do you need anything from Sharlyan while I'm there?"

"No but what are you doing-"

"Paying a visit to the Students of Baldesion." Amasar said, his face completely blank. Adehn had a moment to process what that meant and who Amasar was after before he started teleporting, "NO NO TAKE MY CHEESE AMASAR LEAVE HIM-"

The Au Ra was gone.

"So..." Samilen spoke slowly, "Nijoh'ir, which of these colors do you think best represents you?"

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Submitted by Anonymous

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Au ra have large dicks, rather obviously. 

The Raen are less 'intimidating' and have a more smooth shape. Their tip is rounded, small bumps going up the length of their shaft roughly an inch apart around the average Raen cock, whose girth at the base is easily 6in around. The tip narrows to about 3.5-4in. 

The Xaela, on the other hand, have a much more 'aggressive' physicality to their sex. The average girth is easily 8in around the thickest part. There are harsh ridges all along tip of the cock, with easily 3-4 'flaps' underneath. They too have bumps along the length, but they are smaller and more sharply shaped than that of a Raen. 

Both are large, of course, with the smallest known size of an Au ra cock being well over 6-7in, the average being an intimidating 10in. Because of this, it's said that Au ra women have amazing lubrication when turned on, and the scales around their waist and hips help protect against their mate's claws when gripped.

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Miqo'te are more similar to humans than the Au ra, yes, but that isn't saying much when the Au ra's cocks are known to be similar to an actual dragon's. 

The Keepers, whose society is centered around the female, fight for the right to breed. Because of this Keepers have been known to have sharp, fat tips to their cock, curving over with several ridges to ensure that if their mate had slept with another, she would be cleaned out of his cum so that the past male cannot impregnate the female.

Seekers, on the other hand, don't often worry about the potential of another male breeding their mate. Because of this, their body focuses on impregnating with a higher volume of cum. Seeker Nunh have knots, the tip angled to better align with the innermost parts of the females. Young Tia may have a small knot, but hardly are able to produce the volume needed to be a Nunh. Some Tia have been known to be more 'gifted' though, and can easily knot their mate comparatively to a Nunh if desired.

[darthsuki]

☾ - 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 - ☽

As you approach the creature, you feel a faint sense of unease. It takes a few moments to realize why: the closer you get, the quieter everything else becomes, until there is not even the faint sound of your breath. Your heartbeat. Anything.

‘Come closer to me’, the creature coos, voice a powerful echo within your mind. ‘Come closer and let me savor the sweet sound of your voice.’

Once known as the adventurer Samilen Jawantal, this creature is but the blighted echo of the man who once tried to vanquish the previous Lightwarden within the First. Very little is known of the man whom now plagues the land as a monster, only that he did not choose to speak. 

His mutism has twisted into the nightmare that Silence is now most known for, rendering the space around him so quiet that some say it will drive a man to a madness worse than death.

Though the creature has never spoken audibly and has never once been seen without the mask upon his face, his voice is often heard in the minds of travelers who wander too close to him, always urging them nearer until they are never seen again.

Featuring @samilenjawantal

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Echoes of Mortality

AO3 Version

Relationship: Silence/Reader/Indulgence (OCs)

Rating: Teen

Summary: It's been a long time since the Lightwardens Indulgence and Silence have understood what it meant to be alive. Despite this, they've found feelings in but one fragile mortal who serves to remind them of who they once were, if only vaguely. It is through that mortal's kindness that they are anchored to the world anymore--and for them, the wardens would do anything to keep their mortal safe and happy

....even if it means they have to wait outside a city, allowing their mortal but a short excursion among their own kind.

More information: Silence (Samilen) | Indulgence (Khalja)

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It’s late into the evening, though anyone may be hard-pressed to notice that by a simple glance up towards the sky. Where once-fabled darkness may have filled one horizon to the next, there’s nothing but washed out brightness that echoes across the thicket of ethereal clouds–it’s as bright as it would be at noon, with yet the only difference between the times being the mild chill on the air and a lack of people shuffling in the streets.

Despite the seeming freeze of time, mortals are yet stubborn to their habits.

‘I hate this.’

The words come unspoken from a form that stands under the eaves of a building, one of several that lay abandoned on the outskirts of the settlement, where next to nobody would think to travel–especially not when so many sin eaters were readied for any excuse to hunt. The form is humanoid, but it’s hard to pick out any detail beneath the thick cloak that covers their body.

The only point of detail that can be seen comes but in the moments when their hands slip out of the cloak and gestures in what some may know as handspeak.

A chuckle comes at a response to the silent words from the form’s partner, another cloak-covered shape that stands against the wall of a second building so close to the former that the two nameless forms are in relative shade despite the everburning light above them.

“And yet here you are,” the second form but purrs, having to duck their head slightly to be level with the first. “Though, I see not why you could hate these moments–do you not even mildly lust for the feeling of being alive again?”

‘I am alive right now,’ the first signs with motions nearly as sharp as the metal clawed gauntlets over their fingers. ‘It is mortality you speak of so fondly, which you are quick to forget all of the pain that came with it.’

“Worthwhile flaws, of course.”

A breeze flutters through the space between the two buildings, gently catching on the hoods of both shapes and offering but a glance at the faces hidden in darkness.

To the ignorant, both appear as if living marble statues. Their skin is pale, bleached completely of any color that may have once resided. It is so bright, in fact, that it gives off a vague glow, as if their very flesh is wont to revel in the very light they hide from.

The first form, a head shorter than their partner, turns a gaze towards them.

From beneath the hood, a pair of golden eyes burn as hot as the sun, irises laid upon a backdrop of ink that contrasts starkly with the empty white of their skin.

‘There is but one mortal worthy of our time and attention now.’

It’s hard to read the expression upon their face, especially when the words are communicated through silent motion alone. Still, the second form offers but another chuckle–the noise sounds inhuman, a rumble as strong as thunder that is somehow contained within their ribcage.

“You need not explain that to me, Silence.”

‘When your obsessions seem to lie elsewhere, I question that.’ The hard gaze of the now named form, Silence, turns back outside of the shaded alley. Searching. ‘I hate having to conceal my light.’

“You would do well to do it more often, my fellow warden,” says the other. “You would be far more comfortable with practice, and then you would be able to join  our dear mortal more often–how you not tire of that drab cave I haven’t the slightest clue.”

Even from beneath the thick cloak, one might even be able to see a faint glow rise and fall with the creature’s amusement.

Silence tries not to listen despite there being some vague truth in the others words. As much as he would like to deny any length of connection to his past mortal life, some habits truly could not be killed in the transformation that ascended him to he creature he is now.

A monster, some may even say, and Silence would not be one to disagree with the accuracy in it.

Still, the words yet catch on nerves. He turns his burning gaze to meet with a set of eyes, equally bright in the colors of polished emeralds. Though he is forced to restrain some level of fury in his motions for the sake of letting his light leak for form break, it’s not difficult in the slightest to see his normally-cold expression crack.

‘So says the warden named for his craven search of debauchery. Indulgence. I dare think you would even have your way with our mortal in the center of this town if they would but allow it.’

The taller of the forms says nothing, though the smirk along his snow-white lips is all the answer needed to confirm the accusation–as well as show for his infamous lack of shame in it.

It’s not worth a fight, though Silence assumes his fellow lightwarden is getting more amusement out of it than anything. As a statement, he crosses his arms within the sweet concealing embrace of the cloak, mind finally wandering back to the thoughts of the one mortal he and Indulgence were yet waiting on.

How long did they need to purchase food? Wasn’t all sustenance the same? It had been so many years since Silence had yet breathed air, so many moons since he could recall feeling a heartbeat, the warmth of the sun upon his now stone-cold flesh.

Perhaps that is where Indulgence holds truth. Maybe, in some regard, there is the faintest cloying desire to feel it again; mortality, being alive in a way that set him apart from his current twisted form. To eat and drink and enjoy the foolish notions of hope and courage and sacrifice.

Maybe, in a fashion, it is why his obsessive desire for the mortal runs so deeply. Why he frets over them, lusts for them, wants to curl his entire being around their soft and fragile form and keep the entire world from even tainting their soul with its cruel nature.

Indulgence may remember much of the good in his past life, but Silence too remembers much of the bad. The trauma, he pain, the endless cycle of death and sacrifice that made no dent in the history he sought to change. The shorter of the two lightwardens is glad that the other hasn’t yet asked about the guilt that yet lingers deep within his breast, an emotion that has never once left him no matter how long he’s existed as a blighted creature of holy influence.

It is as much his own emotion as it isn’t–Samilen Jawantal is a name he but barely remembers, just in kind as much of the man’s memories. They are there in his soulless body, but faint, like old dreams long forgotten in the hours of wakefullness. Silence is sure that his fellow lightwarden must have similar experiences to his past life as a warrior as Khalja Kahkol, but the topic has never been brought up for them to discuss at length.

And Silence doesn’t want it to disturb their mortal.

Still so gentle, so loving, so very fragile in mind and body both and yet with a glorious well of aether untainted by the twisted and deformed world around them.

They are the only reason Silence hasn’t tried to rid the emotions and memories through the spilling of blood. The only reason he hasn’t tried to cleanse the world of its sin, to swallow it entirely in the burning embrace of light. They are the one reason that mortality is yet a mystery to him, for how could such creatures birth such wonder and beauty?

For a once-man who prizes knowledge and logic and the knowing of all things he can wrap his timeless self around, the answer yet escapes him. The purpose, the reason, the point is beyond his godly grasp.

“Silence,” the sound of Indulgence’s vaguely inhuman voice catches the warden’s attention, pulling him from deep in decade’s old thoughts. “I believe they are finishing their lovely little errands of sorts. I can sense their sweetness growing closer.”

‘Then let us leave this place,’ Silence motions with his hands, the vague shape of Miqo’te ears flicking somewhere beneath the hood. ‘I grow weary of being near such a cluster of noise and futility.’

They leave from where they are hidden, timing near-perfect as you come hurrying down the messy dirt road, a full basket clutched tight to your body and somewhat overfilled with goods.

“Sorrysorrysorry-” your words run into one another so that it sounds like one noise, a look of worry laden in your eyes. “I know you gave me only a bell, but there was a new merchant in town and I got distracted and-”

“Shush,” Indulgence coos, silencing your words and bringing a softness to your expression. “A few extra moments of discomfort is worth the joy it brought you.”

Silence says nothing, nor does he make any motions with his hands. You may say that the warden looks annoyed, but it’s hard to say for certain when his expression is always rather unreadable with half of his face constantly hidden beneath a mask of metal.

He but looks at you with those eyes of burning gold, ones you once heard about burning men with but a single glance. Though you don’t feel even the slightest tinge of fire upon your skin, you do feel a blooming warmth in your belly from the attention–the weight of the gaze brings forth a great many feelings, if only because you can yet sweetly remember how the creature held you in his arms the night prior, promising you in the embrace of climax that you would be allowed an hour among your people.

Mortals, as the wardens oft referred to them.

His eyes linger for a moment, then flick towards your hands.

“What is it that you’re holding, dear one?” Indulgence asks, approaching you gently, his height seeming to tower over you even when in his echoed form. Perhaps it is the fact that he cannot change the lifeless white of his skin, or the burning brightness of his eyes, things that showcase their otherness even without their size, glow and ethereal wings.

You suddenly remember yourself and fumble for words.

“Oh! That merchant I spoke about–they….they were trying to sell some flowers they managed to grow and….”

Nervously, you hold out one of your hands; clutched against your palm are but two simple flowers, old names lost to time when so rarely are they able to grow in the nutrient-scarce soil. They are half-withered, but yet they peak with colorful petals and strong stalks that allow both Indulgence and Silence to see how they must have but recently bloomed.

Silence’s eyes widen for but a fraction of a moment at the gesture, but it is Indulgence who response first; the once Au Ra reaches his hands out to gently hold your fist within them, as if he was cupping something fragile.

“Your kindness is hardly worthy for creatures like us,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and staring at the flowers for a few moments. Despite how he touches your skin, you notice that he does not touch the flowers directly in any way. “We will find a place for them to live their last days when we return home.”

You feel heat start to gather over your cheeks, but you’re not given more than a few moments to consider the feeling before both wardens move; Indulgence takes the basket with a gentle care, while Silence pulls you into his arms though careful of the cold touch of his claws as they wrap around your form.

He doesn’t look at you as the wardens all but disappear into the light-washed lands.

Still, even as the two creatures shed their cloaks and retake their true forms, even when they appear not even minutely mortal, even as they glow in layers of ethereal light-bleached aether, you swear you can see the faintest touch of a blush somewhere along the top of Silence’s cheeks.

Though monsters as they may be, there was but a shred of who they once were still left–and moments like this prove it to you.

[darthsuki]

Just those claw gauntlets on my skin in general, I want him to trail them oh so lightly against my skin and neck, holding so power over me, I'll be a cat/miqo in his lap. God this is gonna be the stuff for wet dreams, I'm so weak, i'm gonna die from thirsty for all of this

Lightwarden Silence | Lightwarden AU

He does not speak to you, though that in itself is almost a lie. Almost, in the sense at least that you have never heard the creature’s audible voice–or at least you don’t think you have.

You…aren’t sure if you’ve actually heard anything, not when you’re always so physically close to him.

It all runs together after a while, sound and thought, the echo of a low purr almost constant inside of your mind that almost feels as delightful as the caress of metal against your skin. You can’t quite recall how long it’s been since you’ve last saw another person let alone heard their voice on the air–after so long, it wouldn’t have even surprised you if you had gone deaf long ago, the world somehow unchanged in your time with a creature who but sucks all the sound from the air and leaving only what he wants you to hear.

His voice, always, a heavy presence deep in your thoughts. Rumbling, cooing, powerful in ways you can hardly comprehend.

Are you happy?

The words simply exist in your mind, and gently does that presence push against your own. Your head turns in response, cradled gently against a cool palm as a sharp claw traces idly over your cheek.

“Yes,” you murmur, and it is truly the only sound you hear–the only sound that he allows to exist within his influence. Your voice. Your heartbeat. “I’m…very happy right now.”

I am pleased, my little mortal.

There is a genuine satisfaction in the creature’s soundless words, one that trickles into your own thoughts and feelings like a warm rain. Upon the creature’s lap, the world seems so small and insignificant–there is so little to worry for when he is there, protecting you from everything and anything that would harm you.

A moment passes, and you feel the careful caress of claws move down your face, jaw, throat–you can feel how easily it would be for the metal to pierce your skin, to draw blood, but the creature is unendingly gentle with you.

It has been long since I’ve last heard you sing for me, the creature all but coos, touch trailing down the front of your body, past your chest and belly and to places you can but shiver thinking about-

The only times you’ve ever seen him remove the mask upon his face, always hiding his mouth from view.

Open your legs for me, little one.

You can hear the gentle noise of metal coming undone from somewhere above your head, your thighs already parting in what’s become an almost-instinctual response to the noise.

I will sate my thirst, and you will yet sing for me again.

[darthsuki]

Submitted by Anonymous

Lightwarden Silence | Lightwarden AU

You could feel the cool metal running through your hair, gently gliding through it as if you were the most fragile thing. Everywhere he touches to every place ghosted against is enough to make your body sing. Then there’s a pressure in your head, the constant deep purr echoing inside, the undeniable presence of him. Constant and at the forefront of your mind, there is little space left to think of anything else. Why would you? He is here, here to protect you from anything that would even think of wishing you harm. All you need to do is-

A cool pressure against your cheek snaps you out of your trance, you hadn’t even noticed that you have been affectionate and rubbing against his thigh. The claws glide your gaze up to the golden suns and how it smiles at you despite the mask.

Open up, my little mortal.

Without a thought, your mouth drops open and tongue presses flat. You faintly hear fabric rustling against one another underneath you, it’s is enough to make you drool. With his hand in your hair, guiding you to take his cock into your mouth and set your head bobbing along the length.

Deeper, breath through your nose.

You can do that. You can do that for him. Anything for him. The cock slides further into your mouth, had you not heeded his instructions you surely would have choked. It brushes against the back of your throat and further as the claw trails out of your hair, down further against your neck and back.

The sloppy sound reaches your ears, enough to remind you of when it was inside you. The delicious press that’s enough to send your entire body shivering followed by the daze of a climax, all faint in your mind but the pleasure still sparks through to the tip of your fingers and toes. It felt good. So good. To service him with everything you have and completely de- 

His orgasm spills into your mouth before you can finish the thought, still you eagerly drink up every drop. A cooing fills your mind mixing with a feeling of satisfaction.

I am pleased, little one. Now it is your time to sing for me.

A pair of strong hands easily picks up from between his legs and sets you down on his lap. You press your hands against his bare chest, feeling the approval rolling off him in waves. 

With a smile as burning as the sun and praise as gentle as summer rain, he coaxes you to submit, gently, willingly, completely.

[darthsuki]

Silence pausing at the flowers, I can only imagine the remnants of Botanist in there were identifying them.

Just think of all the potential angst in Silence having all this knowledge about plants and flowers and barely remembering how he even knows it. He can recall scientific names and the meanings of three dozen types of lilies (none of which exist in the First anymore), but he can’t bring himself to think about it—for the longest time he’s tried desperately to forget.

Now think of him finding this small, withered patch of forget-me-nots. Something inside of him says it’s impossible for them to exist, that they’re destined to die in the soil all but suffocated with aether, but yet he looks at them with a bittersweet fondness. Think of him gathering the flowers, trying desperately not to touch them directly—as a lightwarden’s touch can suck what little life is left in most untwisted creatures.

He doesn’t know where he has this knowledge on their meaning, doesn’t know why he’s forced to feel so sad when he looks upon them, but something deep inside what little of a soul is left says that they are pretty and meaningful and he should offer them to the one little mortal he has any fondness for.

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

have you ever looked at the dialogue for the retainers? the carefree male au ra line for a goodbye when they're on a venture got me like wait come back what were you gonna say 👀

See all the retainer dialogue here

"If I don't make it back, I just want you to know... Eh, the hells with it. I'll tell you next time." - Carefree Male Au Ra

Funnily enough, one of the retainers on my main character (Samilen) is a carefree-personality male Au Ra named Bantu. Since the personality previews only give you the basic hello/goodbye stuff I thought it was already fairly cute--and then randomly I saw what he was saying upon starting a venture and was just as intrigued as you are.

Our lizardboy retainers all out here secretly crushing on us and hoping we notice.

And then there's this one who has apparently had a thing for my soft-spoken cat/bunny boy for at least three years:

[darthsuki]

fandom: ffxiv

Original ask meme post here!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Honestly I have too many general favorites to name in FFXIV, at least in terms of NPCs. If my OCs count, then technically I'm thinking about Samilen the most, he's the character I started FFXIV with and therefor am constantly seeing the story and characters from his perspective.

You can find info about him and my other oc at @heroesofhydaelyn

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Me, pointing to Hermes: That one has depression and I will give him So Much Serotonin to compensate

There's just something about Soft and Vulnerable characters that latch onto me, and when that combination of traits is Just Right I inevitably go FERAL and do a wonderful impression of a barnacle sticking on the hull of a ship... which is to say I cannot be separated from my newfound favorite.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Fandaniel! I say this especially in the post-Endwalker experience, where hindsight reveals a whole lot of depth and foreshadowing with his character that I didn't quite *get* until he was long-since defeated in the first trial ;w; I have to admit that I really warmed up to him after a while--his unhinged nature became oddly endearing, if not also heartwrenching, when I understood a lot of the context.

Catch me immediately playing through Endwalker newgame+ when it comes out because I have to re-experience all that chaos.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

X'rhun Tia, whom we literally did see in Endwalker for 0.2 seconds and I did not in fact shut up about it. He's such a good job mentor and general NPC (he is a DILF and I'll fight naysayers), I'm so sad that we haven't had a chance to see him again since Shadowbringers introduced role quests...

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Zenos, hands down with absolute certainty.

I'm not even gonna try to defend my love for this feral chihuahua (and too old to care at this point) but I will say I love his obsessive passion most in AUs where he's Domesticated and is able to hang out with the wol and Scions in some capacity without throats getting cut.

I can't remember who once said the wise words 'Zenos would have turned out better if someone had just exposed him to healthy BDSM relationships' but I think they're definitely onto something because I sure as hell agree with that.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Do my own OCs count? I torment them constantly... >w>;;

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Whomever is responsible for me constantly getting World of Darkness in my duty roulette. For now, I'll blame Lahabrea.

[darthsuki]

Only at 3 am while working on commissions and listening to the Howl’s Moving Castle soundtrack does my mind decide that it is Big AU Idea time and it will not let me rest until I’ve entirely detailed a Howl’s Moving Castle-esque AU for FFXIV

mostly bc i’m weak for the idea of Howl!X’rhun and Sophie!Samilen

[darthsuki]

So @everybodylivesau summed up our Lightwarden AU WoLs in like three sentences 

Silence (Samilen) | Indulgence (Khalja) | Benevolence (Gardenia)

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

I really love Honest Pay for an Honest Job, is there going to be any more? A continuation or a snippet?

I never planned a direct continuation for that piece since I intended it as a scene-setting oneshot for future works with Samilen, but that certainly means I’m super hyped to write more related stuff dealing with him and the reader!

Since Samilen is my original character, I always dance between ‘oh no people aren’t interested in this content’ and ‘look at my fucking boy you will LOVE HIM’, so there’s nothing quite as validating as getting even a simple ask about writing more! :D

I’m just as open to taking requests for my two boys (@samilenjawantal and @khaljakahkol) as I am for any other character in the game--and if anything, it’s super humbling! I certainly need the excuse to write more about them if I ever want to truly show them off to the world, especially since so many people seem very interested in their Lightwarden AU!

[darthsuki]

Me: I should fantasia myself a good Au Ra boy

Me: ....should I make him an Au Ra version of Samilen, or should I just outright make a new OC?