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Quiz: Villain Type

Sportsmanlike

You may be a villain with selfish goals, but you recognize that there are rules to this back and forth between heroes and villains. You have honor. Morals. Some may call you old fashioned, but there's tradition to this whole evil business and you'll be damned if you let yourself break it. You offer hospitality to the heroes when you recognize you must, even when it gets in the way of your plans. You play dirty only when absolutely necessary. You honor your word and if you lose, it is with grace and dignity. You consider yourself classy, respectable, and while you realize you may be evil, you're not gonna let that make you an asshole.

Some real Henchman/Miniboss Energy there but I think it suits him well He'd probably offer the heroes tea and med kits before they head on to the final boss after defeating him. If Anselme were to have a villain arc, it would probably start with his moral compass being turned astray. He would definitely think he was doing the Right Thing right up until it was too late to turn back. And even then he would be honorable about it. This started a whole rabbit hole of 'what if' daydreaming through the day. So thank you for the tag @houserosaire !

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How to Curse Like an Ishgardian

I was coming up with ways to make my ishgardian characters swear and exclaim for my upcoming story and decided to share it =)

Some of these are my own, some are from the game itself and others are from others relevant media.

I read somewhere that when thinking of how to make curses and prayers think of what each culture values most and values the least. Whatever they value the most will be their prayer and the thing they least value will be their curses.

In Ishgard family name, religion and valor is valued the most. So, instantly, nameless people, bastard, orphans, heretics, rebels and cowardly people are looked down upon. This logic should help you make your own curses. You can also add some racist slurs against non-elezen and sometimes non-hyurian people. They also hate dragons, so pre-dragonsong war, a lot of dragon cursing would be common.

Small warning, some really foul language follows ahead. I will keep updating this list whenever I find new curses or come up with them.

1. Prayers, Exclamations and Blessings:

Halone, have mercy

Fury, save me

Halone, grant me strength

Halone's blessings be upon you

Halone/Fury, preserve me

Fury, guide me

Halone, shield me

Spear me, Halone!

Halone be praised!

By the Fury's fire!

By Her Lance!

By the Fury!

2. Insults:

Use these as an insult or add injury to another insult. For example, 'frostbitten whore,' or combine two insults like, 'nameless brume runt.'

frostbitten [insult]

'Greystone' in general can be used as an insult as bastards are really looked down upon. Haurchefant was very lucky to have a father like Edmont.

spoon ears; used against hyurs

Insults used against AuRi as superstitious Ishgardians believe them to be related to dragons:

wyrm fucker

scaled [insult]

dragonspawn

Mixed race couples are looked down upon in Ishgard so, their children face racism and bullying:

weakblood

mongrel

half-breed; all can be used to describe mixed blood.

knife ears; (stolen from Dragon Age) used against elezen

brume runt

street rat

highling; can be used to insult a highborn by a lowborn.

-your grandiosity; can be used to insult a highborn by a lowborn. You can be creative with these!

heretic

nameless [insult]; this is to imply that they do not belong to any house, not even a small one.

[ruling house name] leech; for example, a person sworn to house Durendaire to misuse their power, they can be called a 'Durendaire leech.')

[any house name] bootlicker; anyone who flatters and sucks up to nobles and those in power for their own benefit.

3. Exclamations and curses:

Shiva be damned!

voidspawn

Halone's tits!

Thordan's balls!

Fury strike you!

Holy Crozier!

wolves take you!

dragons take you!

Twelve curses upon you!

Fury's curses upon you!

Nophica be damned! ; Nophica and Halone didn't get along according to myth.

Godsdamnit!

Halone's cunt!

Please feel free to use them in your works! Happy writing! =D

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Ishgard

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Here’s what I spent all night doing!!!!!!! A map of Coerthas and Dravania, specifically with an eye to reconciling the world maps and zone maps (and 1.0 with 2.0+) in a way that emphasizes information important to me as a roleplayer, like overland routes and rivers.

Was it worth it? … Probably not. I mean, I did want to draw my own map for Greening Coerthas purposes but I should have just drawn a messy blobmap instead of trying to do this.

Long long rambling commentary below cut:

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5 Character Associations: Anselme de Haillenarte

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Joy

Excitement

Loneliness

Frustration

Hope

COLORS

Blue

Silver

Turquoise

Red

Black

SCENTS

Summer Ocean (Salt breeze and warm sand)

Leather

Whiskey

Tonka

Neroli

OBJECTS

Great Axe

Rosary

Prayer Book

Bandage Wraps

Chains

BODY LANGUAGE

Full-chested laughter

Light shrugs

Fists clenched in EXCITEMENT

Sheepish hair-ruffling

Friendly smacks

AESTHETICS

Dandelions

Bright Sunshine

Calm Seas

Polished Armor

Brown Bear

SONGS

I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young

Guardian - Aether Realm

The Optimist - Adam French

Scars - No Name Faces

Don't Lose Your Heart - Dream on Dreamer, Jarrad Stalton

Thank you for the tag @houserosaire !

Tagging @guttergodsknife @sivar-ffxiv-hub @bastardofvairemont @avampyone and everyone else who stumbles across this and would like to give it a go~

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I love you paladins I love you knights I love you sword and shield brawlers I love you intimate healing I love you warriors with a code I love you unbearable weight of expectations I love you longing for the quiet life you gave up so others may have it I love you fighting to the last breath I love you doing the right thing I love you doing the wrong thing and spending the rest of your days dealing with the consequences I love you hubris I love you god complex I love you plate armor

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What Sky Are You?

blue sky

you go with the flow. you don't hesitate to show your excitement and happiness, but you try not to let others see the negative whether it's anger, hurt, and sadness. some days it's easy to be carefree. other days you're worn out from trying to keep up a facade. you won't hesitate to lend someone a hand, an ear, or a shoulder to cry on. but it's difficult for you to ask for help. you have a welcoming and open personality that others can't help but feel drawn to

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Merry Christmas~

something something... unwrapping presents...

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Ho Ho Ho-oh no here we go again...

Starlight season has been a wild ride.

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Pinterest Aesthetic Challenge: Anselme

Thank you for the tag @houserosaire !

This was a tough but fun challenge, trying to find images to go with vague inspirations and vibes

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Another one for the HEMA folks, or SCA or LARP or other collections of capital letters! It is available here if you are inclined to wear clothes or stick things on other things

If my clubmates would stop saying banger things like this I would be able to stop drawing piles of weapons and twisty banners. But for now it's a pretty fun challenge for my art so I'll allow it

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28. Blunt

"Well, perhaps if you were not so terrible to everyone you would have someone else to ask for help." Anselme pointed out with all the subtle grace of a hippo. "Have you considered /not/ calling your friends 'heathens', 'beasts' or 'mongrels'?" He suggested helpfully before grunting with the effort of moving the heavy armoire a few more ilms to the left after it had been declared 'off center'.

Lebeaux scoffed from his spot comfortably resting in an arm chair, dumping more brandy into a teacup that hadn't had actual tea in it in bells. Clearly displeased with his brother's blunt assessment of his social skills.

"Have you considered /not/ being an insufferable imbecile." He countered sharply despite the saintly smile on his lips. "First off, they are not my friends... they are my associates at best. Second, they are heathens and beastly mongrels both and therefore I see no reason not to call them as such." He continued, waving his hand to indicate that the Knight should shift the heavy furniture back to its original position. "Finally, they are all woefully unsuited for such work. If I stacked them atop each other perhaps they would reach your height and they are more accustomed to lifting books or wineglasses than priceless Ishgardian imports-... take /care/ with that, I do not want to have it refinished!" The chirurgeon snapped when the armoire tilted dangerously during its shifting. "I know the Fury saw fit to gift you a headful of rocks rather than brains but do try to use a little common sense."

Anselme stopped short, taking his hands away from the armoire to let it tip over fully. The heavy furniture crashed to the ground with a resounding boom that drowned out his brother's high-pitched screech of dismay. Somewhere further in the apartment a bird echoed the sound, though it wasn't clear which of the two had been more gratingly shrill. The Knight folded his arms over his chest, thick brows furrowed in annoyance as he stared over at his brother.

"Oh, apologies, I was too busy trying to think to focus on holding onto the armoire as well." Anselme explained, heat creeping into his tone. "If you insist on being terrible to me after calling me for help... then perhaps I may not answer the next time." He threatened, fingers digging into his own arms.

The bridge of Lebeaux's nose wrinkled, eyes narrowing into an expression of outright fury before it was quickly smoothed back into a derisive smile. "Will you now... will you finally cut ties fully. Will you give up on whatever ridiculous crusade this is to try and lure me back to Ishgard. Will you finally allow our uncle to declare me dead. Will you be content to become the only son of our withering branch of that miserable thorn bush. How fares Mother, by the by, surely you have been to see her recently... perhaps thinking me gone will ease her troubled mind. Mourning may suit her well." Lebeaux demanded, words spilling out rapid-fire and each one dripping sickly-sweet venom.

"It would kill her, I cannot do that."

Lebeaux lifted a shoulder for a nonchalant shrug as he leaned back in his chair again, settling his elbow on the arm and propping his chin in his hand as he smiled sweetly at Anselme.

"Nor can you tell her the truth of the situation. So you will continue to come when I call. It is not as though you have so many others you may run to. Now pick that up. /You/ are going to pay for its refinishing."

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Himbo de Haillenarte

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19. Weal

CW: Needles (non-hypodermic)

"If you do not stop squirming and whining I will give you something proper to whimper about." The chirurgeon threatened, fingers curling tightly around the wrist that he had pinned to the table. A small dining table where the remains of afternoon tea sat a short ways away growing cold in its neglect. Medical tools and tinctures scattered between plates and saucers. He gripped firmly enough that the points of nails manicured to wicked points began to bite into skin. "It is unseemly for a Knight." The title was spat as though it was a four-letter word.

The Knight forced himself to still, his gaze turned aside to avoid watching the other work. It was never pleasant and sometimes it was better not to know when treatment would resume. How many bells had this been dragging on for now? Barely even one, if the nearby chronometer was to be believed yet it had felt like an eternity.

"If you had simply come to me immediately, we could have avoided all of this. A fresh wound is far easier to treat than one already several moons' healed." Lebeaux continued to chastise as he lowered his eyes back down to his work. "Fixing or removing scars is so much more tedious and time-consuming than preventing them to begin with. I suppose painful as well, if your carrying on is anything to go by." He noted before he slipped another long, slender needle into the damaged skin along the taller elezen's skin and drew another quiet noise of protest from the impatient patient.

"I do not mind the scars. Is it not stranger to be a survivor of the War with only the one? It speaks of cowardice, of fleeing the field rather than risk injury..." Anselme countered carefully, turning to look back at the chirurgeon. As soon as he turned his head it was immediately turned aside again with the force of Lebeaux's backhand. While the strike itself smarted, it was the seething anger he'd seen in icy blue eyes before the strike that hurt far worse. He lifted a hand absent-mindedly to gingerly touch the weal already rising red and angry along a sharp cheekbone. The contact stung fiercely, but it was nearly a pleasant distraction compared to the pain when the chirurgeon resumed treatment.

"Why is it honorable to bear the evidence of your mistakes in your skin for all to see." Lebeaux demanded, directing searing aether into the needles lined up to create a precise point of focus under scar tissue. "Where is the glory in having to be reminded of your failures each time you catch your reflection in the looking glass." He continued as he worked. An argument they had time and time again without ever reaching common ground. The discoloration slowly burned out of the keloid to leave it matching the skin surrounding it, though the raised mark remained. Near-invisible save for close inspection or direct touch.

"Nonetheless, you yourself agreed to assist me however I may need. Are you intending to go back on your word." Lebeaux accused, suspecting the Knight was no longer listening as Anselme had lowered his forehead down to the table and begun banging his other hand slowly against the surface with his fingers clenched into a tight fist. Firmly enough to rattle teacups and silverware. "Stop that. Would you rather I dug the scar tissue out and sealed the skin behind it."

"... no." Came the miserable response, half muffled against the wooden surface. "To both." Slowly he picked up his head, trying to distract himself by changing the subject as he looked to his brother again. "I think you have mastered the technique. The coloring has not come back to any of the scars you have treated. Is it not already perfected? Are you intending to use it on-"

The question was left unfinished and more certainly unanswered, silenced by a firm strike to the other side of his face to balance the reddened skin. Indicating that Lebeaux would not be fielding any more questions. Anselme sank lower in his chair to rest his chin in the palm of the hand not currently pinned to the table. His palm digging firmly into a freshly-stinging cheek until it near made his eyes water. The familiar pain a welcome distraction from the burning in his shoulder as well as the ache in his chest.

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16. Jerk

Anselme shifted impatiently from foot to foot, lowering his hand after knocking firmly on the door. His breath visible in the chilly Coerthan air, hands clasping together to rub gloved fingers for additional warmth as he waited. After what felt like a short eternity the door finally swung open and immediately the Knight's already sunny countenance warmed to supernovic levels of cheerfulness.

"There you are, if we do not hurry we are going to be late." The chirurgeon grumbled, looping a scarf around his neck to cover primly pressed lapels and a cravat tied with the precision befitting his profession. His hair combed to a perfect sheen and not a single hair of the whiskers that crept along his chin out of place. Ishgardian propriety at its finest. After looping the scarf into a neat knot he finally glanced up and stopped short. "Oh, Anselme…" He sighed, brows knitting together. "We cannot go with you looking like /that/. Come in." Lionnet ordered, reaching out to grab the front of the Knight's jacket to drag him into the room.

"How did you even manage that? You appear as though you were harried by a pack of wild dogs the whole way over. Did you not look in the mirror before leaving?" The medic continued to complain gruffly without any real ire behind it. More complaining just for the sake of it as he hurried to fetch a comb and pomade. "It is a /wedding/. The guests must still appear presentable." He continued, beckoning for the much taller man to lean down so he could fix his unruly hair.

"Ah, well, I did not want us to be late so I hurried…" Anselme offered his excuses, his smile not diminished in the least by the other's admonishments. In fact he seemed amused by them as he tilted into a polite bow so the chirurgeon could reach. Lionnet's assessment was fair. The Knight's hair looked as though he had just woken up and not in the artfully tousled bed-head manner though it was quickly tamed with a few quick swipes by a practiced hand.

"The state of your cravat! Did you even tie it or have you simply balled it up and let it lay where it may?" Lionnet continued as he carefully undid the tangled mess to straighten it out properly. His hand moving deftly to cross the long ends of the neck cloth into a knot of appropriate complexity. His movements had slowed somewhat as his masterpiece neared completion, eyes on his task even as his hands shifted slightly. Taking perhaps a few moments longer than strictly necessary to adjust the lay of the Knight's collar once the knot was finished. Fingers trailing gently just next to bare skin without touching.

Anselme was still as the other worked, tilted forwards as he was he had a perfect view of the serious expression on Lionnet's face. Close enough that when he inhaled it brought in the clean scents of the other man's soap mixed with the warm notes of his preferred cologne. The combination nearly drowning out the smell of medical tools and alcohol that had always put him on edge around any other chirurgeon. He was silent. Perhaps if he didn't speak the moment may last just a little longer. The silence stretched out between them until finally Lionnet lowered his hands and lifted his eyes. Sapphire blue meeting summer sky for the briefest of moments before both of the Ishgardians looked aside in opposite directions as though caught peeping at something unseemly.

"My thanks, Lionnet. You have an eye for such matters." The Knight said quickly as he straightened up, resisting the urge to stick his fingers in the hair that had just been painstakingly tamed in his embarrassment.

"Of course. Now we are most certainly going to be late, let us be on our way." The chirurgeon responded with a light shooing motion.

Anselme followed the shorter man out onto the street, pulling the door closed behind them as he smiled warmly. It had been a fleeting moment but it was precious seconds he would treasure. It had been entirely worth standing outside the other man's door in the cold before knocking; one hand in his hair to ruffle it to a wild bird's nest as the other jerked ruthlessly at his poor cravat to turn it the perfectly passable knot into a tangled mess. Would Lionnet notice if he were to start doing it every time before visiting? And if he did… would he say anything…

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Loose adaptation of the story behind this image

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