#sanson x guydelot

[dragons-bones]

*slides you some monopoly money* Please would you tell us if you have any headcanons for how Rereha dealt with the Disaster Gay Couple (Sanson and Guydelot) during the Bard questline?

So Rereha knows you cannot force things when it comes to romance and/or sexual tension. You can poke and prod and nudge and encourage, but you cannot be forceful. It spooks the idiots morons individuals involved.

Sanson and Guydelot drove her fucking spare. Worse than Synnove and Aymeric, because that was a when and not an if.

Guydelot, like Rere, is a ho, but he's the kind of ho who doesn't immediately pick up on anything less than blatant attraction from the other party. Sanson I see as a flavor of demi with a hefty dose of hyperfixated on his goals, so he wouldn't recognize having a crush if it punched him in the stomach. Put these two together and you have constant sniping and growling and teasing and incredible amounts of sexual tension that neither are aware of.

Rere spent a number of nights flopped on the ground in Grandpa Jehantel's camp, staring up at the canopy while Jehantel strummed his harp or tuned her violin for her, and whined incessantly about how fucking stupid the pair were with zero indication either of them understood what hints she kept dropping. Jehantel just laughed at her.

She definitely screeched "FINALLY" at full volume when they finally got a clue and had their first sloppy makeout after defeating the Siren.

[eemamminy-art]

Happy pride, warriors of light! 🌈✨

(Particularly the miners, paladins, bards, culinarians, and summoners of the realm!)

[nabaath-areng]

Jag ska spela den musiken Som du alltid brukar sjunga Jag ska göra en säng av rosor till dig.

[velnica]

Homeward (Orpheus/Eurydice)

A ficlet about Eurydice, Sanson's Ancient self, and Orpheus, Guydelot's Ancient self.

He is here again, with his sweet melody that filled the night air like a thousand nightingales. It is obvious that he is here for me, though I do not know why he would, when he can have his fill of adoring audience with far more enthusiasm elsewhere. Yet for nigh a moon he had greeted me as I leave for home, leaning his tall frame against the stone wall outside the building. His is a striking form under the moonlight; a shining jewel to my tarnished brass.

"Good evening, Eurydice," he says, as per usual.

"Good evening, Orpheus," I reply back, like all of those other days. He smiles back, and nothing else is said; from here on the only sound left will be my footsteps, and a song that follows them until I round over yonder corner. So I walk down the stairs and along the pavement as is routine, but I fail to shake the feeling that something is different tonight.

I look up at the moon, seeking answers. Is it his looks? No, Orpheus has always looked the same; confident and bright, as is his right as one of Altima's protégé. Is it his smile? No, it is always gentle and sincere; a smile just for me, he'd said once, and I could not find the lie in those words.

I crane my ears back towards him when it hits me: Orpheus's melody has a different lilt, imperceptible perhaps to those who have not listened to it near nightly, but it is there—half a note deeper and half a breath slower, as if it is waiting for something to happen, something to rouse it back to its usual tempo.

The book against my chest feels inadequate to contain the sudden swell of heat that blooms within. It's an absurd proposition, that someone like Orpheus could be waiting for someone like me; Eurydice; a plain-faced clerk with far too serious a furrow between my brows and minuscule talent for nothing else except recording history.

And yet...

I stop at the far end of the path, where the pavement's patterns meld to a different design. He is still leaning against the pillar; playing, waiting. The wind takes that exact moment to change, and with it, so do I.

"Your melody is different tonight, perchance you can explain its intricacies as I walk home?" I ask, before blushing several shades deep. By the Star, that sounded far too bold—

Orpheus's melody suddenly shifts, this time rising up to a trill, akin to a flight of birds looping through the air. He near jogs to catch up, not breaking even a single note, then stops next to me.

"I've one better. Let me play you a new composition, and you may tell me your opinion of it."

"You know I'm no good critique. I know little and less about techniques," I confess. Instead of chastisement, Orpheus just grins.

"Pah, I've no shortage of people raring to tell me that I ought to use a different scale for more sophistication or some such; no, I'd like you to describe to me what you feel when you hear it, just as you have always done."

I colour even more. It is such a simple ask, and I've always opined on his songs—often unprompted—when he barges into my resting spot at lunch; yet tonight it feels like my answer will forever change the course of... of...

Orpheus waits, still with that handsome grin on his face. His beautiful turquoise eyes shine from behind the mask, and I am drawn ever closer as if pulled by an invisible string. The heat returns to my chest and before I can make a fool of myself, I nod.

His grin bursts into stars. "Come then, let us begin," he says as he lifts his harp and starts walking, in sync with his new melody.

I fall into step with him and listen to this new song, to Orpheus's voice, to the plucking of strings against his fingertips and I let myself feel. The melody tugs at the corner of my lips and before I realise it, I am grinning wide, heart light and aflutter.

I look up at the sky again and send up a wish—to the Star and the Moon, may this feeling never, ever fade.

Continued in Invitation.

[sangrefae]

slides in here with another bunch of misc bard doodles. there are so many more where that came from i just have to split them into diff posts

[arianeoftheglade]

Guydelot and Sanson, the bard and the lancer.

[shararan]

Sanson is good on the eyes, no question about it. What is surprising however is the fact that the only people catching Guydelot’s eye these days are all midlanders bearing varying degrees of resemblance to Sanson.

Babys first Guydesan... (very short, but a little something even while I'm on a slight writing break)

[hologramblue]

okay. ffxiv writer identity matter under the cut, spoilers for shaaloani msq and all prior xpac stuff.

my theories were debunked in places by an ishikawa comment from like a year ago that i didn't see back then due to lol

but i went from "i think hiroi might have done amh araeng?" to "hiroi absolutely did amh araeng" within like twenty seconds of not-magnus walking on screen. DT whipped the train freaks (affectionate) out of its pocket with an enthusiasm i'm used to seeing from ishikawa reminding us that haurchefant and ysayle existed.

the wife getting unfridged made a few things click in my head though and i can't really spell it out rn so i'm just gonna put a bunch of names next to each other and hope you see what i'm seeing about hiroi's characterization tendencies (i don't know where to draw the line in ivalice stuff btwn matsuno's work and hiroi's contributions so it's just vibes sorry):

1) guydelot and sanson, thancred and urianger, lyon and menenius, erichthonios and themis

2) mikoto, tesleen, lilja, misija, hegemone, athena, nitowikwe

3) the redbills, the trolley/train guys, the pandaemonium staff, claudien's team, jenomis' theatre company

with these two things plus some other in mind, i have two more theories abt hiroi's work: i think he did a significant amount of eden, and i think in EW thavnair was his pet zone

eden: "why wouldn't he get credited for this if he got credited for pandemonium" probably to avoid distracting from the star factor of Nomura Was Here? but also there's some strong ishikawa fingerprints on eden too so i'm not sure it was a single-writer thing. besides the writer signature shit, note how ishikawa worked on coils, alexander, and omega, then ascended to msq lead. and hiroi did panda before he became msq lead.

anyways in writer signs you've got the aetherology technobabble and story progression heavily grounded in material logic, the thancred-urianger rapport, and ryne's development goes in a distinctly Hiroi Heroine direction. i'm so much a fan of that thing that i'd actually forgotten how meek she is in msq, even after her name change. in eden she takes on hiroi's two favorite qualities in female characters: technical competence (she becomes, like, a mission-command aether-hacker!) and being brave to the point of hingelessness in service of her convictions (e8, final cutscene). also, the quests since eden that have gone back to acknowledge what happened in eden have all been (drumroll) void stuff. and who's the void's number one fan

thavnair: look at those three lists above and add vrtra and ahewann to 1, nidhana to 2, and the alchemists of the great work to 3. back out and squint at the overall flavor of thavnair and radz-at-han sidequests. consider the integration between the 6.x void story which was absolutely hiroi-and-WG (iirc they were credited outright?) and vrtra's character and thavnair and radz-at-han in general. also the weird lines between the mord souq food jokes, EW miner/botanist, and the goofiness about zero and spicy food

[swishysword]

Sunday Munday

LAST SONG: IXxuSmw2HFNWXLUyJFO7xKIT3E7diFUSa86wgFiMI413xtfZga5hClZ/AgdzP33dhpj+0qc1d5sK2jyH5EqK6g== (no, really)

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Catching up on Frieren

THREE SHIPS: all ffxiv ships: Alis/Miyuki (gotta love OC x OC), Sanson/Guydelot (my idiot sons from BRD quest), Hilda/M'naago (I just think they're neat)

FAVORITE COLOR: Jade

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: teriyaki steak sandwich

FIRST SHIP: Oh goodness I can't organize my memory that well, I'm just going to pick one that feels far enough back that it feels close enough. Nao/Morrighan. You know, from Mabinogi. I played that a lot when I was young...

PLACE OF BIRTH: Somewhere. Sorry, I'm one of those people that likes to keep my irl separate from my online life 😔

CURRENT LOCATION: See above

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Been with my partner for 6 going on 7 years now c:

LAST MOVIE: Glass Onion, I hadn't watched it or Knives Out, and a bunch of friends wanted me to, so we marathoned both of them.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Gotta get prepared for my Lancer games this week, I've got two back to back to run. Tiring, but fun, and maybe related to the song I've got up there 😉(I'd go into more detail, but at least one of my players follows this blog and I'd hate to spoil the fun early)

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[junieberrylatte]

Oh hey I forgot I did a Sanson and Guydelot gpose cause I love them so much!!!

[theferalscion]

My friend and I talked about our headcanons for Sanson and Guydelot's chocobos

Sanson's is very yellow and he is named Chief. He's got the fancy Adder barding and he's a very serious bird. Well trained and follows orders from his master without hesitation.

Guydelot's is a bright blue, and she is named Kazoo. She's a nudist and walks with an odd sassy strut at times like she's trying to sway her hips. She also attempts to 'sing' along with Guydelot's music at times, but can't carry a tune to save her life. Guydelot still encourages her. Sanson wishes he wouldn't.

Both birds were present for the HW events, during which Chief ignored Kazoo and Kazoo found him boring and not worth her time. However at one point Chief rescued her from some wolves when she went wandering off and she became smitten. Sanson and Guydelot were both amazed and bewildered when they witnessed Kazoo doing mating displays for Chief constantly, which is rather backwards, but Kazoo said fuck your gender norms apparently.

https://youtu.be/CEQuDyuQFKE

(basically this video)

Chief seemed mortified by these constant dances and tried to ignore them but by the end of the trip he had apparently been won over judging by the egg Guydelot found Kazoo proudly sitting on their first night back in Gridania.

Chief has declined to comment.

[noodlingway]

FFXIV Write 2022

I've been having a great time with the prompts this month! So far (knock on wood) haven't missed a day. Although there's some haikus and a limerick in there.

If you'd like to check it out, here's the link to ao3. Still need to update the table of contents and the tags up top, but there's CW and notes at the top of each chapter. There are some Mature and Explicit chapters, and they are marked with a rating in the top notes.

I was all over the place with different ships, time periods, and AUs. Here's some relevant gposes in no particular order. :)

[elizabethrobertajones]

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[velnica]

Invitation (Orpheus/Eurydice)

A continuation of Homeward. Eurydice is Sanson's Ancient self, and Orpheus is Guydelot's

We arrive at the entrance to her apartment building and she waits wordlessly, patiently, until I finish my song. One last pluck of string and I let the note ring clear through the cool night air; a sweet chord to close the day with a positive mood. On impulse I amplify the sound with a little aether, aiming it like soft tendrils of wind towards her.

Eurydice notices—she always does—and her smile deepens with amusement. We play this game well, me with the grandiose display and her with the affectionate mirth. But this is where it always ends, right at the towering front door that will soon separate us.

On another impulse I extend my aethersong further, to curve gently along the lobes of her ears. She shivers.

So do I.

It has been two full moons since we've started this new tradition. I would wait for her outside the Ploutonion, harp at the ready to match the tempo of her steps. She would dust herself and walk out the door, greeting me as if we just coincidentally met. We'd grin conspiratorially, then we would fall into step together, at first to the beat of my song, but now, more often than not, we would walk to the cadence of her voice as she regales me with the stories of particularly interesting individuals that she had chronicled that day.

Once I had turned a woman's lifestory into a ballad. Eurydice didn't admit it, but I could tell that tears pooled under her mask. Another night I had sung a ditty about a researcher with concepts so outlandish that they beggar belief, and the soft giggles that followed had haunted my every dream since.

She always tells me that she is unremarkable; how could she ever compete against all of these people she chronicles, with their monumental accomplishments and indelible marks upon the star?

I always tell her that she is wrong; how could she not see how her sincerity and gentleness had helped a great many custodians find that one last spark of joy that they may enter the aetherial sea unburdened by doubts?

How could she not see that her candour, her insightful opinions and her steadfast encouragement as I sat next to her on the grass with tangled compositions on my tongue, had set my soul afire?

"Thank you as always, Orpheus, for your song," she says softly, breaking my reverie.

I smile back at her, "Thank you for listening, Eurydice, as always."

With flourish I bow in front of her, a theatric gesture that she enjoys greatly. Caught by yet another impulse—a common occurrence when she is near—I reach for her hand and bring it up to my lips to plant a whisper of a kiss on her knuckles. Another shiver runs through her, through me. When I rise back up I catch her gaze. Her golden glows sweep from behind the mask over my form; observing, scrutinising. I hope that one day she deems me worthy of being chronicled into the pages of history.

She opens her mouth to say her goodbye, but nothing comes out. How unusual. I seek out her aether through our still joined hands, hoping to needle out her feelings for a well-aimed tease, only to be greeted by a jumble of warmth and… and affection—

Oh.

Eurydice realises what I’d done and her face combusts. So does mine.

We stand breathlessly for a moment before another emotion radiates out of her; a small spark of something bright, something confident.

“Would you—would you like to have some tea before you leave?” she asks. Her face is turned away from me but I know, even without my empathy, that she is smiling.

“Not milk and honey, as you oft do before bed?” I tease back, remembering her preference for the sweet drink.

She giggles, that selfsame sound that haunts my sleep. “I can make two cups, if you’d like.”

I seize that sound with my heart. “How can I refuse such an offer? Lead the way.���

Eurydice beams, and she pulls me by my hand through the great double doors, towards the elevator at the back. As the contraption speeds up towards her floor she slips her fingers between mine, a wordless invitation into her life. 

A melody suddenly forms deep within my chest. Eurydice always tells me that she is unremarkable. I always tell her that she is wrong… and that's where my mistake lies. Words won’t suffice to show her what she means to the star, what she means to me. 

I grip my harp tightly as the elevator stops and opens its door. Tonight I will sing her a song, her song.

And I hope she will sing it with me.

[sangrefae]

blasts you all w my bard triad beam

[simpleviera]

I’m doing NaNoWriMo combined with @/meepfur’s Fluffvember challenge, and I’m putting them all on AO3. Have some barely-edited fluff! I'm posting these daily for the most part.

Day 1: First Kiss (SansonxGuydelot) Day 2: Working Together (WoLG’raha) Day 3: Nameday Surprise (AzEmetHyth) Day 4: Royalty (WoLG’raha) Day 5: Good Morning (Estimeric) Day 6: Adopting a Pet (AzEmetHyth) Day 7: Sunset (UriThan) Day 8: Thought I’d Lost You (WoLG’raha) Day 9: Warmth (WoLmeric) Day 10: Date Night (WoLG’raha) Day 11: Modern (AzEmetHyth) Day 12: Vacation (WoLG’raha) Day 13: Caught in the Rain (SaduxCirina) Day 14: Love Languages (UriThan) Day 15: Favorite Trope - There’s Only One Bed (HythxHades) Day 16: Goodbye (AzEmet) Day 17: Starlight (Estimeric) Day 18: Future (WoLG’raha) Day 19: Vampire (GaiaxRyne) Day 20: Comfort (Estimeric) Day 21: Flowers (WoLG'raha) Day 22: Bodyguard (AzEmet) Day 23: I'll Carry You (Estimeric) Day 24: Job Swap (SansonxGuydelot) Day 25: Adventure (WoLG'raha) Day 26: Valentione's (??) Day 27: Coffee Shop (GaiaxRyne) Day 28: After Dark (??) Day 29: Lazy Day (SansonxGuydelot) Day 30: Happily Ever After (??)