#thunder-thighs-balmung

[tiergan-vashir]

Thunder demands Tiergan as her cuddle buddy. She'll even do her best to not crush you! Wadda say?

T-Tiergan would absolutely not mind being the cuddle-buddy of the very tall, majestic, powerful roegadyn woman, yes.

[catiuapavel]

More Haunting Shores! I'm in love!

Have a faint smile! :]

[iamsarsa]

@thunder-thighs-balmung replied to your post “IM NOT EVEN 10 FUCKING MINUTES INTO EPISODE PROMPTO AND I WANNA FUCKIN...”

Cheer up, Buttercup. :3

I’ll..... try.....

[suri-chi]

Giveaway Entry Number 2

Looked this over a million times.. even the hands! I pray I got this right... I’m not perfect ;-; but I try.

I think... it looks right to me >< anyway for @thunder-thighs-balmung. For my giveaway. Enjoy and ty all for following me <3 Means so much.

[bailey-reaper]

i just need more klint headcanons T^T please?

Headcanons (Klint van Zieks)

Notes: hello anon! Not sure what kind of headcanons you wanted so I did a couple of random ones ♡

Content Warnings: Tia takes liberties with the van Zieks

Klint is reasonably competent when it comes to cooking, and his signature dish is Beef Wellington (it often looks a little lopsided, but it always tastes good!)

Unlike his father, who had far more utilitarian tastes in opulence, Klint is a man of the arts who enjoys luxury in all forms. Where his father had spent a great deal of money on the desk that now graces the Prosecutor's Office, Klint's biggest expenses have been on things like paintings for the ancestral home and finely crafted accessories for Balmung (such as a collar befitting the Baskervile crest).

His favourite quill pen is one he made himself using a feather he acquired from a particularly large goose that he'd named Brunhilde (and who went on to be the best part of that year's Christmas dinner).

Klint is almost always the friend who is last heard saying "Check this out" or "I bet I can..." before something noteworthy happens...

Unsurprisingly, he was a very popular young man at university on account of his personable and adventurous nature. He had the nickname 'thunder thighs' back in those days and there is a rumour on campus that he once crushed a particularly large marrow between his thighs and could crack walnuts with them, too. It's unclear whether either of these events occurred or are utter fiction...

He's surprisingly vain when it comes to his hair – taking great care to style it to his liking (the only time he doesn't care about it is when he's playing raucous games with his younger brother, like rugby, or working up a sweat whilst training).

Klint's favourite holiday is Christmas, followed closely by Easter. He loves making a big fuss and buying lovely gifts for his family during the Christmas season and he's probably the most excited to paint eggs at Easter (he also loves the act of trimming the Christmas tree)...

It's easy to tell when Klint is angry, mostly because the warmth completely drains from his expression and his voice. He rarely loses his temper / becomes enraged, but he does grow increasingly terse and matter-of-fact. In that regard, he's much like his father – who could cause lesser men to wither with a simple look in his eyes...

[memoriesofivalice]

I posted 311 times in 2021

62 posts created (20%)

249 posts reblogged (80%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.0 posts.

I added 403 tags in 2021

#roleplay - 66 posts

#balmung - 65 posts

#zexx candell - 57 posts

#final fantasy 14 - 41 posts

#ask away - 40 posts

#final fantasy xiv - 36 posts

#ask answered - 31 posts

#sailor on a sea of fate - 28 posts

#ffxivwrite2021 - 21 posts

#ffxiv - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#there are other worlds than these

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Aberrant

Eldridge looked out in the garden with the usual grim line to his mouth, his cup of tea still steaming much as his growing mood. “Marien I swear to the twelve.”

“What is it now?” Marien replied as she stirred the stew she’d started this morning, adding in more old trimmings to further flavor the broth.

“I told that boy to weed the garden and so far he’s pulled like three plants and now is sitting staring at the damn sky,” Eldridge growled as he lifted the cup to his lips to take a slow sip. “Swear he’s gone as much as he is here.”

Marien rolled her eyes as she threw in a cheese rind and nodded before wiping her hands clean. “Leave him alone, he’s only a boy.”

The older Candell snorted as he continued to watch, his patience thinning faster at the slow pace of Zexx. “He isn’t going to be a boy much longer. He’s going to need to grow up sooner than later.”

“So we should enjoy it while we can,” the woman replied as she came to stand beside her husband, a strong coming to wrap about his rail thin waist. Her head coming to slowly rest in the crook of his arm as they stood watching Zexx, already she could feel the tension leaving him. A smile lit her face as she watched Zexx start pulling more weeds, yelling something or other as children made games out of any tedium.

Eldridge did his best to hide his own soft smile at his eldest work, it wasn’t normal for a Candell to act like he did. As his father Lain would say, aberrant behavior led to aberrant lives. Eldridge snorted, hearing the old Smith in his head and shook it off as he felt a gentle pinch to his side.

“Quit snorting or you’ll liable to turn into a hog,” Marien teased as she kissed his shoulder and moved to her away. Her husband had other ideas as he caught her trying to run off, a strong arm hoisting her easily with one arm as he set his tea aside.

“A hog am I?” Lifting the woman up to snuffle her thigh and let his hand slip about skirt. Marien screamed as she struggled, laughing at her husband as he made the clear decision to take her back to the bedroom.

5 notes • Posted 2021-09-03 03:47:19 GMT

#4

Back to it.

5 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 03:13:44 GMT

#3

Baleful

Waves crashed against the hull of the ship as did it's best to hold steady across the ocean, the sky above a black canvas of clouds and rain as the hurricane buffeted it's baleful wails upon the crew.  All hands were on deck as they struggled to hold tight to lines and the mast began to swing dangerously loose with the wind, sails drawn down as the crew screamed to one another.  A cracking spelled a new kind of doom as lightning lit the darkness to show the a fractures in the old wood branching like spiderwebs as the it began to give way.

"Ango we're losing it!" Zexx screamed after the passing thunder, his hands wrapped tight about the rope he held.  Ridged sandals slid across the deck as the mast began to sway too and fro, the midlander shaking his head as fast he could whip the blinding rain from his face.  Nearby the large Roegadyn was straining with all his muscles along with the other deckhands to hold, but everyone really knew the truth of it.

"We can't hold it!"  Ango roared above the rain to the other men, the helm hearing him as the first mate looked to the captain who looked at the straining mast.

"Let it go."

"Aye aye!" The first mate replied as he relayed the order to the men below.  "Let 'er go! Let 'er go!"

Ango and the other let out a collective sigh of relief as they released their ropes, the slack of the former strain catching to the wind as the former spiderwebs spread and snapped adding a wood thunderclap to their ears.  Shards of wood flew through the air as most looked to take cover from the breaking, most coming out lucky while a few screamed in pain from flying debris.  Other screams followed as well of those who hadn't let go as fast.

One of them was a certain midlander, as his scream echoed behind him as he was whipped up into the air.

"Zexx!" Ango screamed as he broke free of his fellows to rush to the railing as he watched his partner sail high above and disappear in the storm.  "No!"

The huge sailor was already trying to scramble over the rail to dive into the sea after Zexx, his arms quickly grabbed other as they shouted him to stop.  It was too late.  He was gone.  You'll die.  The waves will take you.  

"Follow the line!"

Eyes turned quickly to the first mate as he landed among the crew, a stern Elezen as ever as he looked to the lines cast over the railing.  His hands plucking each to feel the tow as he nodded and waved over me.  "These two!  And this one!  Grab em!"

"But sir, the storm."

The first mate grabbed the crewman and drew him close with a snarl.  "Fuck.  The.  Storm.  I'll be damned if we don't come home with my men!  Now pull em!"

The deckhands quickly began to grab the ropes designated as the first mate was already looking for other ones, his almond eyes narrowed as he felt them and shook his head at one.  Then two, three, four.  His hand tightened about one of the ropes and tugged hard.  "Ango!"

The Roegadyn had been staring at the black waters churning about, his face a mixture of rain and sorrow as his huge hands gripped the wood rail.  A shove came to his shoulder causing him to turn with the overwhelming emotion blinded by anger within his red tinged eyes, the Elezen first mate looking up at him without fear.  "Get this rope, Ango!  Now!"

"Why?"

A work rough hand grabbed him by the shirt in a flash of lightning lit the face of the first mate as he roared in the face of the larger sailor, thus making it clear why he was chosen for this work.  "Because I gave the fuckin order!  Now pull the Twelve damned rope!  Now!"

Ango grabbed the rope and pulled.

There was weight to it.  A lot of weight.

"Pull you whoresons!  I ain't lost men yet like this and I'll be damned if I do tonight!  Pull!"  The first mate roared again in the flash of lightning, flying up behind Ango as the two began to pull with all their might.  Muscles straining as men chanted to pull and encouraged one another with the most vile of words to save or salvage those who had tried to save the ship.

The first rescue was fished out.  A broken bodied hyur, his skin pale and limp.  Ango took only a moment to look before the first mate yelled in his ears agin.  "Pull!"

A second was pulled out, another Roegadyn sputtering and flailing as he clawed to his knees calling out thanks to whatever of the Twelve had deemed him worthy to save.  A third, a young highlander, her face a mass of blood and broken wrist as she was eased onto the deck.  Hurt but alive.  

Still Ango and the first mate pulled on their rope, the weight never lessening as they tugged.  Ango's eye bulged and shoulders quaked as he pulled against the hurricane's malice, another bestial roar of a primal element of his people propelling him beyond mortally possible.

A hand crested the rail.

"Get him!" Yelled the first mate as he and Ango held the rope, straining to hold it in place as crewmen rushed to drag in the latest catch of the day.

At first there was some kind of strange struggle to pull him over, before each one leaned even further over and grabbed hold of a figure below.  With a heave of desperation the crew hauled over a figure unfamiliar to them and equally off-putting as they floundered on the deck with it.

It was long, male, and pale as the moon with lank hair to patch the pallor of his skin.  Ragged clothing hung loose about his body stained by salt and sun to wisp at edges of someone who had been in the drink far longer than the storm.  The startling part though was all the more obvious by the large black horns, scales, and matching tail that adorned his body as he lay actually breathing in a heap on the deck.  

As some men stared at the pale figure on the floor, others were pulling up the other fish out of the water.  A grinning familiar Midlander was quickly swept up by Ango as he spun him about in his arms, half laughing and crying as Zexx tried to calm him down.  "I'm alright!  I'm alright!  Easy, there!"

Ango would have none of it as he quickly pressed his lips to Zexx's as a slight color came to the smaller man's face as he coughed and kissed him back a moment before trying to come down from the Roegadyn's arms.  "Later later, come on now.  Did you see what I caught?"

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7 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 21:37:10 GMT

#2

😱: What mortifies your muse?

"Where you off too?"

Zexx was shuffling into his pants and shirt as he grabbed a pair of old sandals, the sailor was already at the door of their hideaway as he looked back to Ango. "Gotta get up there."

"Why?"

"Seems we killed the last of the rum."

"Than that's it."

"What?"

Ango leaned back into their bunk as he folded his hands behind his head. "Ship's dry."

A long silence followed in which finally Ango had to look into the direction of Zexx to make sure he was alive. A thousand yard stare came back to him, the young man's face drawn and terrified as he sat on the deck's floor. "Oy, you alright there?"

The sailor whispered back softly, "We're going to die out here."

@searsha-reborn

7 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 00:24:43 GMT

#1

Zexx Candell

Sailor on a Sea of Fate

The Basics ––– –

Name: Zexx Candell Nickname(s): Zexx Age: 26 Birthday: 6th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon Race: Hyur, Midlander Gender:  Male Marital Status: Single

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20 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 07:06:25 GMT

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[thunder-thighs-sfw]

Might slightly change my URL soon. It’s still going to be Thunder Thighs of course. Just since I don’t really play FFXIV any more I’ll probably replace the Balmung with something else. 

More importantly I’ve change my Avatar again! Thanks again to @dewdlepies for the lovely art of Thunder they did a while back ago! ♥

[sarnastral-tides]

Relaxed-Avoidant (Dismissive): Individuals in this quadrant often take a dim view of others, preferring to keep their distance and guard against invasions of their autonomy and privacy. Relaxed-Avoidant personalities tend to have a strong belief that others are too different from them for truly intimate relations to be worthwhile. They may have a spouse and family, and even be solidly anchored in a stable network of friends and acquaintances, but at the end of the day, they tend to avoid entering into relations where emotional interdependence and intimacy are required. Unlike individuals who fall in the On Edge-Avoidant quadrant, Dismissive personalities tend to be quite content keeping their deepest feelings and views to themselves, and they often have a deeply-held belief that the opinions of others are mildly irrelevant or even second-rate. Consequently, many Dismissive types are often quite good at dissimulating, that is, appearing to share their innermost thoughts, while in reality, they are simply appeasing others without ever letting them come close.

Independent and proud of it, these individuals can typically achieve remarkable feats of social manipulation and self-restraint, but on the downside, they may have trouble kicking bad habits (such as drinking or smoking) which they can enjoy in solitude and use to comfort themselves, independently of the company of others. They can frequently be unmotivated or lazy with regard to the duties that others expect of them, but on the other hand, they are often very original (since they are not hindered by concerns about having to conform to the expectations of the group). Finally, they also tend to be intelligent risk-takers, since they are at heart relaxed and cool under fire. Attachment style test.

Tagging: @thunder-thighs-balmung because reasons. >w>

[sarantsatsrdotharl]

Sarantsatsr Dotharl

Appearance -

Gender: Male

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Height: 7′4″

Eye Color: Orange

Hair Color: Red, with streaks of auburn

The Facts -

Name Day: 21st Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon

Occupation: Sellsword, employed mercenary of the Black Crowns

Sexual identification: Heterosexual

Romantic identification: Heterosexual

Alignment: Neutral

Criminal History: N/A

Relationship Status: “Looking for his Nhamaa.” (Single)

Sweet on: N/A

Favorites –

Favorite food: Prime Rib, rare steak

Favorite drink: Deku Pepper, Dravanian Cider

Favorite artist: N/A

Favorite scent: “The scent of iron.”

Favorite person(s): “That’s difficult to really jot down. Most notably Nuala Shu’in would be at the top of my list. We’ve known each other for some considerable time. She has a certain spark to her, a bit of spark that I have grown fond of to the point where I would see those dead who would do her harm. The rest, well... they come and go. When I think of allies and associates alike, the word favorite doesn’t really cross my mind. I just don’t think like that when it comes to people.” 

Randoms –

Ten facts about your muse:

⚫Chugs like a duck

⚫Exquisite swordsman

⚫ Riddled with scars bellow the neck

⚫ Equipment includes a Pistol-Rifle ( 50 Cal. Pistol ) and a machete-like wakazashi utilized for skinning and trophy collecting.

⚫Tends to always carry a giant burlap sack when he travels long distances, within it is his cuirass and other assortment of materials and/or equipment best suited for hunts. 

⚫Loves a good fight. He doesn’t spar regularly but there are rare exceptions. He’s does have certain reservations however making.

⚫Prone to erupting in violent outbursts when pushed to the edge of his comfort zone. Very dotharl like.

⚫He’s a dotharl. Expect blood, viscera, broken bones, using one’s own intestines to strangle them with em - all that.

⚫Hates dancing

⚫No shame..

Five Things -

5 Things they like:

Blades

Strong women

Maekshift tents, camping away from towns and people

Bounty Hunting

Good form

5 Things they dislike:

Voidsent

Being on a moving vehicle having no control over it

Doman Shinobi

Cowards

The ignorance of being misidentified as a dravanian.

5 Good habits:

Predatorial

Defender

Slight of Hand

Keeping all equipment in working condition

Good listener

5 Bad Habits:

Doesn’t drink enough

Doesn’t sleep.

Horrible outbursts

Passive

Overly critical

5 Personalities they gravitate toward:

Stubborn

Cocky (That means they fight good, right?)

Honest

Rebellious

Entertaining

5 Personality types they avoid:

Cowards

Hopeless sods

Clingy

Overly obnoxious

Ninjas

5 Fears:

* “This is a joke right? I am Dotharl, the word ‘Fear’ is not in our vocabulary.”

Tagged by: @littletattooist @pearlescent-scales @subetei-noykin

Tagging: First, for starters, if you’ve already been tagged and would like to point me in your direction (assuming I haven’t liked and seen it before) then please feel free, if it’s not too much trouble, to edit your post and tag me in the tagging portion so I know! Otherwise disregard! @bramble-star @lady-of-crowns @ladyrivienne @sagoliisaffron @spartanivwarsol12343 @rhalgr @rhoswyn-ffxiv @rihqa @alred-briarthorne @feralwhenhungry @loved-by-steel @mael-archevauliere @2fairies1cat @sigridderioslainn @daylightandnightsky @ahlis-xiv @io-saar @redmatches @liese-ffxiv @mother-muscles @mitsuko-ffxiv @the-hitless-swordsman @jlaweez @child-of-vauleaux @zenathered @amadayewindrider-mateus @valkyrie-ffxiv @kaczence @alrik-dotharl @aelorellevallancourt @tarot-dancer @teirra-lihzeh @thunder-thighs-balmung @manuellashuin those who follow, haven’t been tagged, and wish to tag along then please feel free to do so and notify me so I may show my support! 

There are so many, I’ve just gone through my feeds and picked names I believe are roleplay blogs @_@ If you aren’t, disregard! 

[zero-width-space]

@thunder-thighs-balmung replied to your photo: they’ll never guess its actually me NEVER

I was winging it

Really? You did wing it pretty well then.

[opalboba]

@thunder-thighs-balmung is that you? :o

[iamsarsa]

@thunder-thighs-balmung replied to your post “hey daily reminder that i would Die For All Might ”

Don't die

ahhh don’t worry i’m not!!! T__T 

[suri-chi]

Curious on how I improved over time, I posted a roe I ‘sketched’ a year ago next to the one I just finished for @thunder-thighs-balmung. 

I’m pleased to see I’m doing better over time ^_^ 

[kisseswithtusks]

Had no idea your blog was around and am so glad it does! Also stoked my half Orc made the cut! Hopefully further art of her will also make the cut

I’m sure it will, and it’s lovely to hear that you’re glad this blog exists! Always happy to hear support!

[dewdlepies]

WIP commission sketch for @thunder-thighs-balmung ‘s lovely Roe Lady.

[fishing-for-stars-in-balmun-blog]