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i'm sorry i've been largely absent from my blogs as of late. it's not lack of interest, it's just lack of motivation. we had to put my cat to sleep last week, and i'm just kind of not really okay, i guess. so please cut me a little slack - i will get to them soon, i promise!

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this is...very ooc for this blog and i'm sorry, but if any of you have some extra cash you're sitting on and want to help me with vet bills, i'd be happy to draw or make something for you. details here. prices are negotiable.

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[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly. // ambrose :3 @eorzeasaved

@eorzeasaved | toss a kiss to your knight

The chair wasn't made for two, but that wasn't going to stop Ambrose. Haurchefant grinned as the viera climbed sideways onto his lap, arms around his neck and legs hanging over the arm of the chair. Haurchefant returned the favor by wrapping his arms around Ambrose's waist and pulling him a little closer.

“Hello there,” Haurchefant said, unable to keep the smile off his face even if he wanted to.

Ambrose didn't reply with words, though; instead, he leaned in and pressed a short, playful kiss to Haurchefant's lips. Well, he could hardly complain about that. He kissed back, only a little disappointed when it broke after only a moment.

“Now, what did I do to deserve this? Tell me, so I can do it again.”

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hi, everyone! i rolled 3 natural 1s in a row at pathfinder tonight! how are your nights going?

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Haurchefant was glad they had caught the 'thief' who had been skulking about the camp and stealing bits of food – just enough to feed one, thereby marking them as a straggler of some sort that Haurchefant wasn't particularly concerned with punishing. Finding, yes, for it was difficult at best to survive in the everlasting Coerthas winter, and Haurchefant did not turn away those who required aid.

The situation was a bit more complicated with Eliane, of course, but he was glad they had found here nonetheless. He had not seen her in many a year, not since being a mere child, and after she had disappeared, he had hoped and prayed to Halone that she was alive and well, that she had found someone to take her in in the Twelveswood, perhaps, or even Mor Dhona.

But no, she was here, and this whole time? Haurchefant was impressed that she had made it this long without getting caught before.

But that was neither here nor there.

“I have many questions for you, indeed, but they can wait until our bellies are full,” Haurchefant said cheerfully, gesturing for her to follow. It was likely she knew where the kitchens were already, but he could play dumb.

It's true, that her wellbeing became neglected after running away from the city all those years. Forced to live off whatever scraps she could find when she'd come and sneak into the camp to see whatever leftovers were left. Some days she'd sens Ruby into grab whatever and sprint out.

Now that she thinks of it, the carbuncle might've been what tipped Haurchefant off to who had been lurking about and where she'd been shielding herself from the elements. She can't help but feel glad that a familiar face- friend is helping her out.

"I have no doubts that things will alright starting with the job. The evening to properly rest will be nice." It's true. She's really looking forward to a hot bath and sleeping somewhere relatively safe from dangerous animals.

It's just that the one thing she doesn't think she can wait for is something to eat. "If it isn't a bother to see if some food is prepared... I'd be very grateful. Especially if I can have some company." A small grin formed as she crosses her arms over her chest and looked directly into his eyes. "You look like you have many questions for me. Especially considering how I ran off after everything... well... Fell apart for my house."

She leans in a bit closer to whisper. "Plus, having someone to talk to that is not a carbuncle would be lovely." Not too loud, she doesn't want her little familiar to hear her afterall.

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“If you are that tired, it is more important than ever to stay with us, dear friend,” Haurchefant stated as he started walking. He could tell he had startled the other man, and for that he was sorry, but there was naught else to be done. Rothalion couldn't walk on his own, and Haurchefant needed to get him somewhere warm, fast. “Hypothermia is our concern here. You will be fine as long as you can stay with me, all right?”

Haurchefant was moving as quickly as he dared; there were monsters about and the weather conditions were poor at best. It would not do to be beset by a wyrm or a wolf now, when Haurchefant had someone to defend. Best to move quickly, but not so quickly as to draw undue notice to themselves.

Rothalion began to explain what had happened, in a voice so cold that he wasn't even shivering anymore. Bad sign. An assassination attempt on the Sultana of Ul'dah? Why had he not heard word of this? One would think that by the point that Rothalion had reached Coerthas, word would have spread this far already. Ishgard was insular for certain, but Camp Dragonhead saw many visitors and passers through.

“You are not alone, my friend,” Haurchefant promised him as they walked. The strong walls of the fortress came into view, and he moved just a bit faster. They would be in line of sight to the guards assigned to protect the gates by now, so if anything attacked, they would have backup.

“You came to the right place. I trust you implicitly,” Haurchefant continued. “The Warrior of Light, poisoning the Sultana? Preposterous. You are ever welcome within the gates of Camp Dragonhead, and we shall see also that your name gets cleared and you find your lost friends. I swear to you that I will do all I can to help.”

One of the guards realized that his knight commander was carrying someone and rushed out to meet him. “He is unhurt, but he suffers from hypothermia,” Haurchefant said shortly. “Alert the chirurgeon that we need warmth immediately.”

If he was more aware maybe Rothalion could have predicted Haurchefant's next move; it was all that made sense when he was unable to move but a few ilms forward. Still, he startles anyway as he's swept into the other man's arms. A gasp flies from lips, surprise not at all lightening the grip Rothalion applies when arms loop around the knight's neck in an effort to keep himself from falling. Heart raced in his chest, his head ducking both to hide from his own embarrassment as well as the heavy winds that froze his face and ears now that they were entirely exposed to the elements. Maybe it was an illusion how some amount of warmth touched Rothalion as he was held close, sensation closer to danger than safety given the chainmail that separated the two. Rothalion's own armour was lacking in the layers necessary for holding body heat close, the steel only chilling his skin that much worse and no doubt leaving marks that would take time to heal. He shivered heavily, tucking his face closer with the quietest of whimpers exhaled on a shaky breath.

"It hurts..."

Stay awake? He didn't want to... would sleep not give him some reprieve from the pain and cold? Everything felt so heavy, he couldn't tell if it was his journey that bore down on him or the falsities of hypothermia. He groaned in protest, his brows furrowing and head turning just slightly so that he could answer the knight carrying him.

"... I-I will try... but b-by Hydaelyn, I am so tired..." he murmured, lowering frozen ears. He took a deep breath, wincing at the sharpness of frigid air stabbing he lungs before attempting to explain what had occurred. It was obvious Haurchefant didn't know if he asked, good... Maybe he won't look upon him so ill as the rest.

"Th-there was a gathering... in Ul'dah. The Sultana wished to speak to me, b-but something went wrong... She was poisoned, by the wine. I... I was accused of doing it, but I was s-set up. I promise, I would... I would never hurt her," he explained, his eyes already stinging with a hint of tears that threatened to spill and freeze upon his cheeks. "I can't... I don't understand... N-nobody believed me. Th-the Scions, they tried b-but we were set on b-by the guard. Everyone... Everyone is gone. I h-have... nobody..."

He's too tired to be angry. Despair is just as cold as the wind, as frigid as the ice clinging ruthlessly to skin. Maybe he should just give in...

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Haurchefant chuckled at what he assumed was a joke about broken noses. It was not the most tasteful joke, for sure, just reminding him how terrible some men could be. Fortunately, Rothelion would receive none of that from Haurchefant or anyone from his table, as Ro had accurately guessed. Mostly straight men, indeed.

“Nice to meet you, Ro,” Haurchefant said with a nod. “I'm Haurchefant, and that one you are thoroughly embarrassing is Emmanellain. Our brother who is to be wed tomorrow is Artoirel, and you are right, his bride-to-be will definitely be happier knowing our little mistake tonight.” He laughed. Artoirel was much like his father, but Haurchefant's very existence would probably be enough to put him off of cheating.

Emmanellain was pushing past his embarrassment and cleared his throat. “You'll probably want to flirt with him more, because I'm not gay,” he stated, pointing at Haurchefant.

“You wouldn't be so embarrassed right now if you were straight,” Haurchefant teased, not bothering to deny the truth.

“M'not embarrassed for myself – I'm embarrassed for him, who is flirting with the wrong guy,” Emma insisted, folding his arms over his chest.

There was the reaction he was looking for; he could not help but smile as the man stammered and reddened severe enough to be seen even in the dim club. He laughed, casting an arm over the shoulders of the poor man he was quite literally torturing. His eyes, though, once more landed upon the silver-haired man.

"Didn't realize?" He tuts, shaking his head and chuckling. He shifted forward, resting forearms upon the table and leaning. "Well, your brother's wife-to-be may be much more relieved to know her very straight fiance had a party here and not with a place full of pretty women. Although given the look of him, I couldn't imagine him straying. Lucky lady," he said, winking at Artoirel. He hummed, turning his body so that he faced the one brave and steady enough to speak in fluent sentences. He lifted an arm, propping his chin upon the palm of his hand as he eyed him.

"Mostly straight men?" he teased, smiling. "Hey, this makes my job easier. Some of the more handsy patrons are here tonight, and I've already reached my allocated limit of broken noses, you'll save me from getting another sit-down with my manager," he added with a laugh. It may come off as a joke, but Rothalion is very much serious. He hummed, tilting his head.

"What's your name then, sweetie?" he asked, pausing a moment ere he added, "I'm Rothalion, but feel free to call me Ro. I don't care to use a stage name, it feels a little silly."

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The dancer that Haurchefant had noticed soon joined them at their table, dismissing the previous man attending them. Artoirel was, at last, drinking the wine he had ordered, and Emmanellain was sipping at his cocktail and rolling his eyes at Haurchefant.

To his own purposes, Haurchefant was taking it easy on the drinks. He wasn't in the wedding itself – that would not be proper for a bastard son, even though his stepmother was long gone – but he was the Master of Ceremonies, which was much more involved than simply standing at the front of the chapel and looking nice. He had a lot to do tomorrow to make sure everything ran smoothly, and he intended to do it.

Tonight wasn't going exactly as planned. But Emmanellain would inevitably take the fall for that one, and the boys did seem to be loosening up a little bit.

When the dancer from earlier wedged himself between Haurchefant and Emmanellain, he was a little surprised. But the dancer had gone for the weakest looking link, it seemed, because he was nearly on poor Emma's lap. Emmanellain had gone very red in the face and was stammering out something about his brother getting married.

Well, Haurchefant could be nice to him once in a while.

“Our brother, Artoirel, is getting married tomorrow,” he said, gesturing to the groom-to-be. He made sure to only look at the dancer's face, not wanting to ogle him, despite the fact that he was very handsome. “To a woman. Poor dear Emmanellain here didn't realize this was a gay bar when he booked the venue. Needless to say, you're stuck with a bunch of mostly straight men tonight.”

Regardless of what their clientele was, Rothalion knew well he had to put on a show. Luckily for him it was the dancing that he loved the most, the looks a bonus when he otherwise had little to support the little crumbs of self-esteem he had left.

Coloured light dances off glitter of soft blues, violets and pinks as he stepped onto the stage, bright green eyes flicking to eye the crowd. Hmm. There were more than usual and from a scant glance he knew well many of those in the small party were confused if not completely uncomfortable. A few even glanced his way, ducking their heads swiftly if only to make it out to be curiosity if caught at all. Rothalion chuckled, fingers curling around the pole.

The dance was routine, Ro rarely diverting from a routine that always pleased those who watched with bated breath. His body glided about the pole, arms tensing as he pulled himself up higher and flipped his body. Every movement he made was effortless and smooth as if gravity did not affect him, as if he did naught more than lift a pencil. It was as he flipped upside down that his eyes flicked and met those of one man, someone he had noticed prior refused to look up. He smiled, winking playfully and uttering an amused chuckle as the man looked away swiftly. That one looked far more interested than the rest, he wondered why he didn't stare like the rest of the patrons he experienced regularly. Rothalion shifted a hand, grip tightening as he swung his body right side up and gracefully slipped down the pole in a brief spiral. That one, he decided, was who he wished to approach most.

When his session on the stage was over he returned to the back, ruffling fingers through his hair and counting the bills he had received from his display. Thank the gods his manager cared little about pooling tips, he thought, stuffing the wad of cash into his bag ere he touched up the glitter upon his body, fiddled with a strap of his particularly revealing ensemble, and stepped back out onto the floor.

"Tell the boys to leave that one for me," he called to the bartender, flashing a smile as he gestured towards the tall man still avoiding glancing at anything but his drink. "They might scare the poor thing away."

The bartender rolled his eyes and waved him off, but despite the nonchalance it was likely he would do as asked.

Rothalion strut his way to the table of newcomers, not a single man in the party recognized making them stick out like a sore thumb. There was already one of his coworkers listening to what looked to be the groom still going on about the circumstances... or maybe he was making a point to tell everyone? The dancer he spoke to feigned interest and concern but Rothalion knew he wanted nothing more than to end the day and go home.

"Pierrot, dear, take a rest in the back. Your shift is almost over, yes?" he said, smiling warmly. The other man, Pierrot, looked immensely relieved to be given some manner of break, nodding and moving away. Rothalion idly ran fingers through his own hair, eyes swivelling to peer at each face at the table. "So, I hear we have a mistake, hmm?"

Despite words it is clear he is to show no more than light sympathy, drawing closer and leaning over their table.

"Unfortunately the owner doesn't like doing refunds, so for now you're a little stuck with us, no? At least enjoy your time, even if you are approached none of the other men will do anything you don't want. The drinks are good, at least." Rothalion smiled, a mischievous glint within eyes as he sat down between the long-haired, evidently lost puppy of a man and the handsome silver-haired man he had caught looking earlier. He shifted, although just yet he wasn't about to intimidate the man he was most interested in; instead, he shifted so he was nearly within Emmanellain's lap. "What's the occasion, dear? Someone getting married?"

Even as he speaks, his eyes flick over to the silver-haired man. Close-up he could see the other man's eyes far more clearly, the colour evidently a deep azure. Cute.

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Why did Haurchefant have to die? Interview Translation

I translated part of an interview with Yoshi-P and the two main scenario writers of HW, Ishikawa and Oda. It's about Haurchefant's character arc and why he had to be sacrificed. At least Oda tried to save him, bless his heart!

Interviewer: In 2.x, Haurchefant appeared to be a cheerful character, but in 3.0 his role takes a serious turn. What was the reason for this change?

Ishikawa: In the 2.x series I was in charge of his dialogue as the Character Concept designer, but in 2.55 I felt I had properly written down his important points and position in society, so I could hand him over to Oda and Maehiro for 3.0. Because of this I don’t think anything changed about him from the start; how he cares about his friend, or his essence as a knight.

Oda: I agonised over Haurchefant’s fate right until the very end… over and over I suggested plots in which he might somehow survive.

Yoshi-P: Those plots were too contrived; I couldn’t approve them! LOL In depicting this war between humans and dragons, I thought it was wrong to only have the dragons’ side experience loss after loss and not have the humans make any sacrifices. So that’s why I told them to properly decide the fate of every character. The fate of every character should have been decided early in the development phase of Patch 2.3. So Haurchefant’s fate was decided by then too, right?

Oda: Yes, that’s right. That’s why in Patch 2.4 and 2.5, when I wrote all his un-voiced lines, I was already doing so conscious of the fact that he would die later on.

Yoshi-P: Haurchefant is a character that is not just loved by players, but also loved by the development team. But since we decided on the plot twist where he would become the Warrior of Light's shield, we were prepared for the worst. Because of that we were able to write the Patch 2.5 scene, in the Falling Snows, where he reaches out to the Warrior of Light in his time of need. I think that such a long build-up led to the deep emotional impact of Haurchefant’s final moments. In that way, I think the deciding his fate early on was connected to how much importance he had to the story.

Oda: However, seeing how warmly players reacted to him, I feared that having Haurchefant lose his life would cause some players to quit the game forever, and fought desperately against it to the end…

Yoshi-P: He kept giving me re-takes of the plot where Haurchefant is able to come back to life, and eventually I remember getting quite mad at him. At one point, the 3.0 ending ceremony scene had Haurchefant appear in a wheelchair and I yelled “Hey, isn’t that the same as Thancred in ARR?!”. I’m pretty sure I shouted at him LOL

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plotted starter for @draikoeques

The problem with letting Emmanellain plan anything was...well, everything.

Haurchefant knew this already, and yet he had let Emma plan Artoirel's bachelor party. Somehow, the wires had gotten crossed, and here they were, with the entire wedding party, with reservations for the night, with no other venues ready or willing to accept such a big party, at a gay strip club. For Artoirel, who was marrying a woman. And somehow, no one had realized it until they were there.

“Well,” Haurchefant said, clapping each of his brothers on the back with a wide grin, “we're already here, right? Let's just make the best of it. It's not like we're all straight, now, is it? Besides, they'll have drinks, and that's what we really want!”

And so, inside they went. There was a large table in front of the stage saved for them, and Haurchefant studiously did not look at the stage. That felt a little...well, he knew very well that these people were just doing their job, just looking for a paycheck, but it felt like he should not be looking at these scantily clad men hanging off the stripper pole. He just wanted a drink.

Artoirel was busily telling the waiter about the mistake his brother had made and how he was not at all gay, which made him sound more than ever like a closeted gay man. Haurchefant sighed and sipped his drink. Emmanellain was trying not to look like he was looking around in some wonder, while the other members of the wedding party were awkwardly joking with each other. This had been...a poor idea, probably.

It was Emmanellain who confronted him about the way he was focused on his drink. “We're here for you, brother, and you're not even watching the stage?”

“Nonesense, we're here for Arotoirel!” Haurchefant insisted, only to get a sour look from his elder brother.

“Okay, but you're the bisexual one,” Emma said. “The rest of us are straight – ”

Haurchefant snorted.

“I am, that thing with Francel doesn't count.”

“You should ask Francel if he thinks it 'didn't count.'”

“Anyway, you should be watching! These are performers, and they're performing for your gaze!” Emma insisted.

“I don't know, it just seems a little demeaning is all,” Haurchefant admitted. “Like I'm disrespecting them by looking, you know?”

“Haurche, this is a strip club. They're dancing like that on purpose, because they want to entertain us – you. They want to entertain you, specifically. Look, that one is looking right at you.”

Haurchefant looked up against his better judgment. There was a lavender skinned beauty upside down on the pole, and sure enough, he was looking at Haurchefant. It was everything he could do to will himself not to blush at the wink he received when their eyes met. He gave a half hearted smile to the dancer and then forced himself to look back at Emmanellain.

“It just feels bad,” he said insistently, spreading his hands out.

Emma rolled his eyes and went back to his drink. “At least one of us should enjoy himself.”

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i finally made an rpthreadtracker thing for my ffxiv blogs. it's for @thesilverfullcr, @theazureblade, @star-gazcr, and @wyrmbloodcd. it's HERE. if you think i forgot you or a thread we had together, please let me know. sorry about the bad thread titles.

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political bullshit under the cut

well i had my cry and my temper tantrum and i decided to stick around anyway because if it makes them mad that i exist, holy shit, all i gotta do to piss them off is to continue to exist. that's pretty metal, right?

anyway i'm buying some craft materials to self soothe lol

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3 WOL Fanarts <3

Eliane for @lights-flickering-flame

Rothalion for @draikoeques

Ambrose for @eorzeasaved

Thanks for helping me stay sane this evening!

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these are filled! thank you to everyone who commented <3 i'll have these done .. .someday maybe

psst the next three people who send me refs of their WOLs will get a free art of them at some point in the future :3 not good art, but free art. u can't complain about it.

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psst the next three people who send me refs of their WOLs will get a free art of them at some point in the future :3 not good art, but free art. u can't complain about it.

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my internet is still out and i've used 80% of my hot spot data already so i guess i don't get to spam refresh for poll results tonight. which i guess is a good thing? but anyway, internet man will be here tomorrow morning to fix it so hopefully i can be more active here then.

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18!

Munday Styles and Preferences | @vierandancer

What draws you to roleplaying as a hobby? What do you find fun?

I've been writing stories for as long as I can remember, be it on paper or just in my head. My toys all had long backstories and went on exciting adventures, and that just kind of...never stopped. I love writing, and I always have, and hopefully I always will.

Ideas, however, have been few and far between for me lately, and so it really helps to get someone else's brain involved. RPing is also great for not having to write that character that intimidates you, because someone else already writes them. And meeting people's OCs is incredible too! Like, you just made a whole guy! With your brain! It always amazes me what people can do with OCs, because I'm just not very good at them.

I enjoy all kinds of collaborative story telling - I'm big into D&D and other TTRPGs too. It's just a fun way to make a story - more fun than making up a story by your lonesome. And I've met some really amazing people through RP too.