#✕ ¦ ERENVILLE — IC.

[deoxygenated]

honestly really wish g'raha wasn't here

#id keep the twins and erenville #estinien is on thin ice #but tbh i could do without the rest of the scions

[tenuuchlegch]

❃ Personally, Odtsetseg has yet to see an ugly viera. For all she knows, they do not even exist.

#COME! I SHALL DANCE AND SING TO THE TRAGEDY OF FATE (ic) #SEVEN TWO THREE TWO THREE... SEND (dash commentary) #Erenville: Yeah. I know I'm pretty :) #Odette vc: ...Are there any viera who are not??

[amaurotine]

"here it is. the spoils of battle." erenville grins, rubbing his hands together. his backpack is bursting with new samples -- bright flowers, fragrant herbs, a few colored eggs snatched right from the nest. erenville rummages around his "spoils", only to pluck out a small, pastel purple flower. he holds it up, smiling just so. "this one, like your hair."

Hythlodaeus vibrates intensely in his seat, his wide eyes glittering with childlike fascination and wonder. Indeed, he is scarcely able to contain his excitement as his eyes traverse both the physical shapes and aetherical composition of each flower. He was, of course, appreciating both the physical structure of the plant, as well as the very essence of which it was composed. On account of his keen soulsight, Hythlodaeus could surmise at a glance many of the conditions in which each plant had grown.

"Oh, how delightful!” he exclaims, looking over a particular series of herbs with which Erenville had presented him. "Ah, now see there -- the tiniest traces of fire-aspected aether on this one leave a unique tint upon its composition, it's essence, if you will. The same is true of this one -- the calming hue of water-aspected aether clings to it, so my guess is that it prefers damp environments with a healthy allotment of rainfall. Oho ho ho, how very thought of you, to have selected one of my old favourites. It is a relief to know that it yet thrives, even in these sundered lands!" For a moment, Hythlodaeus had all but forgotten that the people of the Source wielded only a fraction of the perceptive abilities that mankin of eld once knew. When at last he realizes that much of his analysis may be lost on poor Erenville, he regards the other with a sheepish, apologetic expression. "Oh -- oh my! It seems I might've gotten carried away. My deepest apologies."

#➸ ｢ IC ｣ answers #(i fucking love erenville sm. he and hyth should absolutely be pals.) #𝓿: an unexpected reunion #aetherspin

[blaackbiird-archive]

"I ache for new sights." Erenville sighs wistfully, smiling at Eidric. "Where do you think is the most beautiful that you've been?"

Eidric hums as he stirs his tea. His chin rests on his free hand and his gaze shifts from Erenville to the expanse of ocean stretching out behind him from their seat at The Last Stand.

A lazy smile rests on his face as he thinks. It's such a simple question, what's the most beautiful place he's been. And yet the answer is not nearly as simple.

For Eidric sees beauty in everything. Everywhere he's been has taken his breath away in some way or another.

But there is one place, a small place, close to Eidric's heart. A place he visits regularly, to this day, and has inspired more than a few compositions.

"There is a place in Yanxia," he says after a long moment of thinking. "A hidden spring, not far from Namai. The water is cool and clear as crystal, dotted with little islets where the most gorgeous plum trees grow. At night, the stars are reflected on the water like a mirror, and the sight of the moon shining through the Moon Gates is always stunning."

#couldn't get an angle with the moon through the moon gates #just pretend its there lmao #also that fog doesn't ever seem to go away #ic #answered #eidric amsel #erenville #rxpertoire

[iron-sparrow]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Thank you so much for asking! Seriously, I lit up a little bit seeing this pop up in my inbox.

I'm gonna try to keep this one shorter, for everyone else's sakes, but I do have a rambling and somewhat-abstract variant available.

Iced coffee, woo! I used to make little videos for Insta of my coffee-making process with my bird perched on my shoulder, in frame. I don't make those vids anymore, but I still enjoy making my drinks and consuming far too much caffeine. (P.S. I think charging extra for non-dairy is so unfair.)

Big-ass machines! Watching trains and planes and Pacific Rim and hearing Optimus Prime and meeting Rasputin in Destiny... SO COOL.

ALL the fucking stationary. ✎ I don't spend quite as much money as I used to on stationary, but I still love finding cute washi tapes and stickers and stuff at Kinokuniya or from independent Asian artists online. I tend to gravitate toward nature-themed stuff, though I'm really in love with the Erenville tape a raiding friend got me recently for my birthday!

Okay, I really love the critically-acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV. You know, the one that includes the entirety of A Realm Reborn AND the award-winning Heavensward expansion up to... Oh, the free trial is up to Stormblood now, isn't it? Anyway, this game changed my brain chemistry and introduced me to so many amazing humans to raid and RP and just vibe with. (Pointing at you!)

Birds are incredible. I mean, I kind of love almost any animal you tell me about. Birds have always had a special place in my brain, though. When I finally got a cockatiel a few years ago, my long-time friends just kind of nodded and said, "Always knew this would happen." Here's my precious little satanic dander ball, Beelzebub...

Throwing in some tags because lovely people have sent me this ask, and I wanted to make sure they KNOW I SAW IT. Get tagged, @uldahstreetrat & @aislingsurrow!

#tag game #ask game #oh boy oh boy YAY! #ooc post #thx for reading all that

[myrfing]

6.4 msq spoiler thread

YES! YES....ZERO GOURD FEAST BEASTS

i need this buff PERMANENTLY

EW

ESTINIEN

MAN WHAT

HURLING

DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT

ZERO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yshtola is so good at indirectly cheering people up in that shrewd old lady way. not that she's old just well matoya

I like how they put pen and paper in estinien's room like he's literate

dragons are always wanting to pop out their eyeballs

erenville are you...? the golled more...? can i go with you..

can we kiss

god he appeared on screen and SORRY vrtra but i need him to continue and tell me about his life and I need to go with him

now they're blueballing us about a mysterious letter

i like how zero's just been there like well I guess you know everybody on earth then

margrat. i need more of her bizarre behaviors

i forgort

thancred calling it "social struggles" YOU GUYS ARE MAKING THIS AWKWARD FOR ZEROOOO

these drake ass polar bears

the aetherfont is sooo gorgeous also I forgot my codex broke and nearly let thancred die. long time since ive healed a trust party as well but we go slow smell the ice bears

oh my god :U

thancred: just stick stay close to this one

gourd: slowly turning head with his o_o frontal bird face

they just let thancred tag along just beacause. not to be mean but we could also just meet new people

U Guys Are Leaving Gourd OUt of the Conversation Hinting At Something Happening To Come What The Hell So He Doesn't Get Alone Time And You Guys Are Getting Jobs Without Him Anyway

zero voice Idgaf about that

can the garleans get over their magic fear already you live in a world where there are glowing horses

damn that's crazy

msq is always very strangely gentle and thorough relative to others when it comes to dealing with garlean trauma or maybe thats just my hater lens. anyway the whole they are bigoted and small minded because they'd been hurt stuff is getting old and it's kind of crazy how this hurt people hurt people stuff is the limit here

trust me i dont really want 2

a weird bit about the whole garlemald thing is the bizarre angelic benevolence of the ilsabard contingent. not ONE person has been like you know you guys spent the past half century fucking up the entire world and you still demand respect for your gay ass tower because the imperial family sat their asses in it. anyway i have problems with the whole we're actually a totally 100% saintlike patience goodhearted pure intentioned foreign aid group thing We Have To Save The People Of Garlemald on the side of the alliance since the start but whatever

warmachina.

i dont want the thank you from this man LMFAO

zerooo 8[ also so much of what zero recounts explains. Cylva.

aw that's true jullus

LMFAOOOOO THEYRE MAKING THE WOL THINK OF ZENOS BECAUSE OF THIS CONVO? gourd did NOT trust that man unless you mean trust him to be awful. and what did zenos trust in the wol that he'd fight him eventually? I GUESS? MAYBE THEY MEANT HE WANTED TO TRUST US BUT I ALSO DO NOT CARE?

we're not friends just because someone calls you their friend 29083902 times 💀 i think that dude barely had a concept of gourd as a human being with his own life

an act of trade also can be an act of charity. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THEIR POLITICAL WRITING IS SOMETIMES SO.....garlemald is still absolutely at the alliance's mercy + they still obviously believe in right by might re: that one line from the old dudes so there's no reason for them to not be cognizant of the fact we can just take by force and doesn't handle the hanging But Why Aren't They? question at all. this was a pity deal and everyone's like friendship and hope <3. im not saying goodwill and sincerity cannot exist between groups but this requires a sense of solidarity that we do NOT have with garlemald considering we still have to step entirely around the subject of their imperial affairs

you see as a nation they're not equals. they're the languishing half dead scattering remnant of an empire that built its wealth and prosperity for a time on war, theft, and enslavement of the rest of the world and radz and the alliance absolutely could just turn the tables and invade and probably just wipe out everyone here without breaking a sweat. of course that's abhorrent but it's crazy that THIS particular pain even the mere thought of it is made to not exist while the garleans get to be complicated about it. they want to keep their national name and pride with none of the consequences and we don't even demand that as if a nation is sacred and untouchable even after everything. I don't get it bro

i like the way varshahn says wyrm

THE LITTLE SQUICH SOUND WHEN I TAKE HER EYE?

glitter guy....

#ffxiv #6.4 spoilers

[blackestnight]

6: he taketh it with his eyes

Prompt: Onerous

Word count: 960

Erenville probably doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.

Hanami glowered at the stack of envelopes in her hand as she wove across Saint Valeroyant’s Forum; whoever had decided that Ishgardian needed a calligraphic cursive script deserved to rot in the deepest hell Eorzea had to offer. At least the C’s and S’s looked different enough that she didn’t have too much trouble sorting the mail into smaller stacks, Lord Commander and Lord Speaker. Aymeric made no secret of preferring his office in the Congregation to the one in the Vault, partially because it meant self-important lords had to try and bully their ways past Handeloup and Lucia—when she was back on her infrequent leave from Ilsabard—but the more inventive ones had just started sending mail to the Manor instead.

She wasn’t sure what they thought that would accomplish, but Margelyne never wanted for kindling for the stove.

These actually needed to get to his office, though, and Hanami had volunteered to play courier for lack of anything else to do with her day. She finished shuffling the military mail to the top of the stack as she wove through the sparse foot traffic, giving an absent nod to the Proving Grounds’ door guard when she waved and glancing up toward the Clan Centurio board as she passed, although she couldn’t see if anything new had been posted past the Viera man in a puffy coat standing in front of it. She waved at Firmalbert as he saluted h—

Hanami stopped, blinked, and spun on her heel.

“Erenville?” she said.

She was right: that was the gleaners’ uniform, and the man’s towering ears swiveled in response to her voice. He looked around for a second—and wasn’t that something, that there was at least one person to whom she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb amongst the Ishgardian citizenry—but when he did manage to spot her he shut the journal balanced in his hand and raised a hand in greeting.

“Hanami,” he said, and gave a nod to the Centurio hunter stationed by the board. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” she said, dumbfounded. Then: “What are you doing here?”

He blinked at her, and held up the journal—probably field notes, she realized. “Working through my acquisitions list.”

Right.

“What did they send you here for?” she asked. She picked her way closer so she wouldn’t have to raise her voice as much, always with half an eye on the pavement—between the Congregation and the Forgotten Knight, more often than not there were overhanging icicles that melted and re-froze into black ice. Over his shoulder she could just barely see the Centurio hunter’s jaw drop before she remembered herself, which was fair; Hanami was never much of a conversationalist. But she liked Erenville: he was smart without being stuffy, and refreshingly petty. She could appreciate anyone who would give over-important bureaucrats a dressing-down.

“Initially, only to return the hippocerf I had brought to Labyrinthos,” he said, and for a moment Hanami envisioned Erenville stepping off the boat in Limsa Lominsa with a trussed-up hippocerf flung over his shoulder. “But it would seem a Worldly Affairs official mentioned to a professor of the Studium that I was bound for Coerthas, and now…” He shrugged. “At least we are not as rushed as we were before the exodus, but the requests are as absurd as ever.”

Hanami could only imagine. She avoided the hunt counter in Sharlayan for a reason. “What are you after?”

He frowned, this time in the general direction of the Clan Centurio hunt board. “Behemoth horn fragments. I believe a professor of alchemy had some use for them.”

“So, what, are you posting a hunt bill?” At least with his backpack out of the way Hanami could see the board, although there didn’t seem to be any interesting marks.

“Of course not.” Erenville wrinkled his nose and gave her a flat look like the one he had used to cow that Forum member. “I have no interest in killing one; it would be a waste. Behemoths break off fragments of their horns when they sharpen them on rocks in their dens. Normally it is easy enough to gather them.”

Normally. Hanami raised an eyebrow and wondered how often he had snuck into Behemoth dens to warrant a normally. “But?”

“The local den currently has a clutch of young. Behemoths are territorial at their best,” he said. “And I would not consider a brooding Behemoth the best. The odds of her leaving to hunt are slim.”

Hanami grimaced; she’d heard somewhere that some of the highborn had decided the new must-have exotic pet were baby Behemoths, which could only end in disaster, but then what else was new. She still remembered the crocodile in Skyfire Locks. With all the enterprising idiots trying to steal the young out from under their mothers’ snouts she really didn’t like his odds either. “Do you have your…ah, your thing?” She mimed blowing through a hole in her fingers. “Your gun. To put it to sleep.”

Erenville shook his head. “Are you familiar with the phrase ‘enough to fell a Behemoth?’ I believe it is used in reference to drinking excess amounts of liquor.”

“No,” she admitted.

“Well, there is no amount of sedative that will drug a Behemoth,” he said. Then, after a moment, he crossed his arms and corrected himself: “No amount that one could legally obtain, anyway. I will have to wait for it to fall asleep on its own and try my luck.”

And to think, people accused adventurers of being batshit. Sneaking past a sleeping Behemoth was the sort of thing even the idiots in Revenant’s Toll only joked about.

Then again, it wasn’t like she had anything else interesting to do.

“Do you want help?”

#ffxivwrite 2022 #final fantasy xiv #erenville #oc: hanami hagane #someday i will continue this as they have a very amusing misadventure #hanami admires one (1) sharlayan and it's erenville #we stan a working class hero #writing - mine

[the-littlest-kojin]

Do you see any of your characters participating in the various Gold Saucer activities and, if so, which ones? Would they be a Leap of Faith master, a fashionista or even just really good at the claw machine? What kind of prizes (assuming the Saucer IC runs more like a carnival with toys, food prizes etc.) would your character(s) want to win?

I... Am actually just workshopping a character who is a compulsive gambler, Saldlona.

But there isn't enough data to talk about her much yet!

But of my other, already-existing characters, Conroy notably enjoys Triple Triad - an activity he picked up when he was dating Erenville, and they would go to the Saucer on dates. Erenville would show off on Leap of Faith to impress Conroy, and Conroy would try to impress Erenville in turn at the Triple Triad tables. Neither of them ever won anything, but Conroy always wanted to win something that Erenville would like. However, he never was able to get such a thing, and life moved on, and their Saucer dates sadly ended with their relationship.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #thanks for the ask #conroy rayne #saldlona

[highseraphs]

7. If one partner was preparing another partner a bath, what scents would they choose? Would they get the temperature right? Would they leave them to their own devices or offer to wash them (or just their hair or their back)? Would they also undress or join them in a tub?

11. Do they live in their ideal climate? If not, does each partner of the ship wish they were living in the same sort of environment or do they disagree on preferences of weather and traffic and other relevant living-considerations?

12. When they can't have dinner until very late, what sort of meal do they share? Do they skip it? Do they dine out?

14. How often does each partner cry? How do their partners engage or react to the differences in emotion between themselves and their partner(s)?

18. What is a piece of advice or a lesson or a sentiment that each partner imparted on another that they ended up taking to heart or that they hadn't realized they'd needed to hear?

19. When they have to travel, is one partner responsible for travel documents and / or other tasks (like packing), or does each partner handle their own materials? Is one partner more often the designated driver / responsible for their mounts or similar?

(Srry for the late answers!! Thank you for the questions!!🩷) Long post so I will put these under a cut!

7. Hmm I actually wrote a little thing before about ebi in a bath, so I’ll do this one with Ebrietas and Lovelace. I think Lovelace would know all of the little intricate details about Ebrietas’s routine tbh. He thinks Ebrietas smells soft and warm (my brain is like balsam candle?? Warm cotton? Frankincense??? Cinnamon?? Stuff like that) he’d undress him for the bath and use a loofah or a sponge and wash him, he’d use his hands to wash his hair (Ebi’s hair curls up when it’s wet, Lovelace loves to play with it). Depending on the size of the bath tub though, he might get in with him, though Lovelace is rly big (7’6) so he prob wouldn’t fit into a small tub with him. I think Lovelace would be so tender with him though for this sort of thing. 🥺

11. Ebrietas for both Lovelace and Erenville can’t stand the climates they’re both from. He’s a winter baby, he loves the cold, wind, snow, ice, etc. Lovelace doesn’t like the cold, he will complain about it, even Sharlayan is cold to him, but he frequents Sharlayan often not only to visit (annoy) Ebrietas, but for business he just bundles up a lot more. Lovelace travels a lot anyways so he’s been in a bunch of climates, usually when they are somewhere cold, he’ll stay in his cabin instead of being out on the deck of the ship like he usually is. Ebrietas would probably be so cranky if he visited to Golmore jungle, Dalmasca in general unless he was visiting the mountainous regions specifically because of how hot it is there. He’s more like a Veena than a Rava tbh. (He’s accompanying Lovelace and the crew in Tural so he better get ready for that too, Erenville asked him nicely and he hesitantly agreed)

12. Hmm I’ll say Elidilace for this one, usually Lovelace will cook something, for some reason, he doesn’t really trust Elidibus to cook since he doesn’t technically need to eat and probably hasn’t cooked in over 10,000+ years so he would cook the both of them something light. Lovelace grew up eating spicy food, but if he’s dining with someone he knows can’t take it, he’ll accommodate. They’d probably eat stew chicken or a light fish soup or something (Lovelace’s village & people eat Jamaican cuisine cos I’m projecting LOL 🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲)

14. Surprisingly out of any of the pairings, I’d say Lovelace cries the most. He’s the haughty guy, but he’s also doing most of the difficult work as the warrior of light. Sometimes things get to him or his past will open up old wounds and he’ll cry, usually in private. I think Ebrietas and Elidibus see this happen most. Ebrietas isn’t good with dealing with other people’s emotions so he’ll usually sit next to Lovelace silently, just being there as a presence for him. Sometimes he asks Lovelace about it and they’ll have a conversation about it to help ease the pain. Elidibus will be by Lovelace’s side, wiping his tears away, planting kissing on his face, and allowing him to vent. He offers Lovelace, like Ebrietas, a person to lean on if he needs the silence, sometimes Elidibus will talk to him about his past, travels, etc. in case it’s a much needed distraction.

Ebrietas doesn’t cry often and he’s usually very confused and angry at himself when it does happen, he usually won’t notice at first. Lovelace will either stay some ways away from him or embrace him. He usually doesn’t ask why he’s crying, Ebrietas usually will tell him what bothered him, though sometimes he holds back. Erenville will comfort him and ask him if he’s ok, offer to take him on a walk, offer to buy him a confectionery or the like. He’s very patient with him.

18. Oh boy the biggest one I think is Lovelace and Ebrietas. They kind of crack each other open a lot of the time. Ebrietas definitely learned to be more open to talking to (or at least tolerating) other people because of Lovelace being so insistent on being around him. They absolutely were enemies for the longest time, Ebrietas hated him so much at first like clawing at him like a feral cat because someone would dare be so disrespectful to him when everyone who was disrespectful to him was either brutally killed by him or too scared to be because they were scared of being killed by him. Lovelace taught Ebrietas patience whether he likes it or not, he is more patient and approachable now than he was before he met Lovelace. He’s not angry about it, just more resigned now.

19. Lovelace and Erenville for Ebrietas for sure, they both know their ways around. Ebrietas was basically stuck in his family mansion for most of his life so he doesn’t know how to go about travelling other than teleporting. Erenville is good with directions and Lovelace has been flying in airships 90% of his life, he knows his way around, he’s a certified globetrotter. He’s the one in charge of the steering of the airship/ other mount. Ebrietas knows his way around the sea of stars, not hydaelyn so he’s usually leaving that stuff up to them. He’ll pack his own stuff and that’s it.

[dholwrites]

A Confession

Erenville attempts to confess his love.

Relationship: Erenville x (OC) Junior

“I want to confess someone,” Erenville states, staring intensely into Junior’s eyes. The seeker returns the stare, slightly tilting his head in curiosity. The Viera is starting to hope that he understood. “I’ve tried different courting gifts, like clothes, food, and flowers. Even tried to take him to the amusement park as a date. I’ve been dropping hints for a year now and he still hasn’t said anything.”

Junior, in response, shoves a full spoonful of ice cream into his mouth while tail wiggling away like no tomorrow. The slight pause in his movement doesn’t escape the gleaner’s attention and couldn’t stop the small hope from blooming in his chest. He watches closely as he mused over his words. Eventually, he set his utensil down and say, “have you tried telling him directly? Like take him somewhere just the two of you and tell him ‘I love you.”

Erenville barely forced back his laugh. His eyes dart around to look at the cafe they’re in. It is a hot spot for couple dates, there is even a local myth that eating here would guarantee a relationship to last. They have even set up booths for people to take pictures to post online. With all the romantic stuff everywhere, he would think that someone would at least get a hint. 

“I can certainly try that,” He stands up from his seat, cupping the miqo’te soft cheeks, and leans in until they were a hair away from kissing. Erenville could practically taste the sugar in every exhale. His voice speaks out the words his heart has been fighting to say.

“Junior, I love you.”

One moment passed. Then another. Erenville releases those red cheeks and settles back into his seat with a smile on his face. There is no way that he would miss thi-

“Exactly, just like that!” Junior burst out, scrambling to pick up the spoon and continue his ice cream. “You did it so well that I nearly fell for you.”

“By Twelves.”

“If that flies over their head like migrating birds, then they are much too stupid for you, Erenville.” He finishes with a wave of his spoon, looking almost pleased with himself for offering the advice before turning back to finish his half-melted ice cream. 

“Junior…”  Erenville buries his head into his hands and lets out a hefty sigh. Why is he in love with an idiot?

#wondroustailsofffxiv #Wondroustailsofffxivwriting #erenville #junior #fanfic #2 for 1 fill! Totally not cheating

[haithamuse]

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──── KNOWN AS ....

hi bubs !! call me esther. you might know me under different aliases, but due to privacy reasons i prefer to be called as such on tumblr.

if we're moots, u can still call me by my irl name in private!

IT student ⋅ ISTP ⋅ cat lover ⋅ most famously known to be alhaitham's wife <3

──── LIKES ...

[ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 ] cats! ⋅ monkeys ⋅ budgies ⋅ chinchillas ⋅ horses! ⋅ almost any tbh...

[ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 ] major sweet tooth! ⋅ chocolate ⋅ ice cream ⋅ ...

[ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ] ffxiv! ⋅ genshin impact! ⋅ twisted wonderland! ⋅ obey me! ⋅ sims 3 ⋅ monster hunter franchise ⋅ resident evil franchise ⋅ the witcher ⋅ stardew valley ⋅ life is strange ⋅ slime rancher ⋅ star stable online (don't @ me, it's my childhood) ⋅ borderlands ⋅ acnh ⋅ old harvest moon games ⋅ amnesia franchise & many more! ....

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] blackbear ⋅ UPSAHL ⋅ steve lacy ⋅ imagine dragons ⋅ kraftklub ⋅ half.alive ⋅ maty noyes ⋅ tove lo ⋅ k.flay ⋅ krewella ⋅ tyler, the creator ⋅ halsey ⋅ freddie dredd ⋅ taylor swift n lady gaga bc they're both classics

[ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ] journaling ⋅ paint by numbers lmao ⋅ ARGs ⋅ true crime ⋅ horror ⋅ fantasy ⋅ farming sims

──── DISLIKES ...

discourse ⋅ drama (as long as im not involved in it lmao) ⋅ any kind of dehumanization ⋅ loud noise ⋅ deep water ⋅ coffee except latte with copious amounts of sugar to put u into cardiac arrest

──── MY LIL MEOW MEOWS ...

[ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 ] ALHAITHAM !!!!!! ⋅ ayato ⋅ thoma ⋅ layla ⋅ yae ⋅ hu tao ⋅ beidou ⋅ kaveh ⋅ collei

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ] suna ⋅ akaashi ⋅ suga ⋅ yaku ⋅ semi ⋅ kuroo ⋅ nishinoya

[ 𝐁𝐒𝐃 ] jouno ⋅ tecchou ⋅ chuuya ⋅ tachihara ⋅ ango ⋅ kouyou ⋅ dazai ⋅ lucy

[ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕 ] rindou ⋅ chifuyu ⋅ mikey ⋅ mitsuya ⋅ wakasa ⋅ senju

[ 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄! ] satan ⋅ lucifer ⋅ barbatos ⋅ mammon ⋅ simeon ⋅ solomon

[ 𝐅𝐅𝐗𝐈𝐕 ] erenville ⋅ aymeric ⋅ alisae ⋅ alphinaud ⋅ ryne ⋅ y'shtola ⋅ emet-selch ⋅ hythlodaeus, my bunny girl….

[ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ] jade ⋅ floyd ⋅ lilia ⋅ malleus ⋅ silver ⋅ ruggie

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[jukemaid]

tam: there's only room for one annoying bunny in this squad erenville: i assure you i have no intention of bothering anyone tam: ok but you're on thin fucking ice

#ffxiv

[arcanobabble]

erenville: got some straight gas !! this strain is called "astral fire" you'll be zonked outta your gourd

wol: yeah sure whatever, i don't feel shit

5 minutes later: dude i swear this ice rotation is working

urianger and alisae, carving arcane formulae into the floor: the seedseer lied

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy

[undyinglament]

Tag Dump | Primary Muses

Zephirin 

✧ — ⋆ I’ll pay any cost. IC. The Just ✧ — ⋆ Mistakes become regrets. Isms. The Just ✧ — ⋆ Dreams were shattered like a stained glass window. Visage. The Just ✧ — ⋆ Redemption lies plainly in truth. Headcanon. The Just

Asahi  ✧ — ⋆ It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame. IC. The Infatuated ✧ — ⋆ The most dangerous thing is to love. Isms. The Infatuated ✧ — ⋆ The sun will rise. Visage. The Infatuated ✧ — ⋆ I want to be adored. Headcanon. The Infatuated Fandaniel(Amon)  ✧ — ⋆ Heart shattered apart with your sanity. IC. The Hopeless ✧ — ⋆ You crave the applause yet hate the attention. Isms. The Hopeless ✧ — ⋆ Just let go. Visage. The Hopeless ✧ — ⋆ Your act is a ruse. Headcanon. The Hopeless Fandaniel(Hermes) ✧ — ⋆ Help me forget. IC. The Unanswered ✧ — ⋆ I hope it’s already too late. Isms. The Unanswered ✧ — ⋆ You made the choice to be. Visage. The Unanswered ✧ — ⋆ Stirs of whispers trail and linger. Headcanon. The Unanswered Erenville  ✧ — ⋆ He was made of sunlight. IC. The Wanderer ✧ — ⋆ I will remember. Will you?. Isms. The Wanderer ✧ — ⋆ Love is love is love. Visage. The Wanderer ✧ — ⋆ Dance in the rain. Headcanon. The Wanderer Varshahn  ✧ — ⋆ One can’t function without the other. IC. The Simulacrum ✧ — ⋆ Like the moon - a part of him was always hidden away. Isms. The Simulacrum ✧ — ⋆ Softness as a shield. Visage. The Simulacrum ✧ — ⋆ He carries secrets in his eyes. Headcanon. The Simulacrum Vrtra  ✧ — ⋆ A force to be reckoned with. IC. The Satrap ✧ — ⋆ We are in daylight now. Isms. The Satrap ✧ — ⋆ You are not weak just because your heart is heavy. Visage. The Satrap ✧ — ⋆ You wear a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it. Headcanon. The Satrap Elidibus  ✧ — ⋆ It’s almost over. It’s just begun. IC. The Emissary ✧ — ⋆ It only destroys me in the end. Isms. The Emissary ✧ — ⋆ I’m trying to remember you. Visage. The Emissary ✧ — ⋆ Will I end up emptier?. Headcanon. The Emissary Emet-Selch  ✧ — ⋆ You wake up still tired. IC. The Veracity ✧ — ⋆ A reverie endeavour. Isms. The Veracity ✧ — ⋆ Alone at the edge of the universe. Visage. The Veracity ✧ — ⋆ Unspoken truth lingers. Headcanon. The Veracity Jullus  ✧ — ⋆ Standing together as one. IC. The Pride ✧ — ⋆ With tears in my eyes I begged you to stay. Isms. The Pride ✧ — ⋆ I can barely breathe. Visage.  The Pride ✧ — ⋆ This time we are not afraid. Headcanon. The Pride Ardbert ✧ — ⋆ With sparking crystal soul aglow. IC. The Mirror ✧ — ⋆ Here’s to the greater good for all. Isms. The Mirror ✧ — ⋆ It doesn’t take a killer to murder. Visage. The Mirror ✧ — ⋆ Have you ever died in a nightmare?. Headcanon. The Mirror ✧ — ⋆ The difference twixt fate and free will. Azem. The Mirror

#✧ — ⋆ I’ll pay any cost. IC. The Just #✧ — ⋆ Mistakes become regrets. Isms. The Just #✧ — ⋆ Dreams were shattered like a stained glass window. Visage. The Just #✧ — ⋆ Redemption lies plainly in truth. Headcanon. The Just #✧ — ⋆ It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame. IC. The Infatuated #✧ — ⋆ The most dangerous thing is to love. Isms. The Infatuated #✧ — ⋆ The sun will rise. Visage. The Infatuated #✧ — ⋆ I want to be adored. Headcanon. The Infatuated #✧ — ⋆ Heart shattered apart with your sanity. IC. The Hopeless #✧ — ⋆ You crave the applause yet hate the attention. Isms. The Hopeless #✧ — ⋆ Just let go. Visage. The Hopeless #✧ — ⋆ Your act is a ruse. Headcanon. The Hopeless #✧ — ⋆ Help me forget. IC. The Unanswered #✧ — ⋆ I hope it’s already too late. Isms. The Unanswered #✧ — ⋆ You made the choice to be. Visage. The Unanswered #✧ — ⋆ Stirs of whispers trail and linger. Headcanon. The Unanswered #✧ — ⋆ He was made of sunlight. IC. The Wanderer #✧ — ⋆ I will remember. Will you?. Isms. The Wanderer #✧ — ⋆ Love is love is love. Visage. The Wanderer #✧ — ⋆ Dance in the rain. Headcanon. The Wanderer #✧ — ⋆ One can’t function without the other. IC. The Simulacrum #✧ — ⋆ Like the moon - a part of him was always hidden away. Isms. The Simulacrum #✧ — ⋆ Softness as a shield. Visage. The Simulacrum #✧ — ⋆ He carries secrets in his eyes. Headcanon. The Simulacrum #✧ — ⋆ A force to be reckoned with. IC. The Satrap #✧ — ⋆ We are in daylight now. Isms. The Satrap #✧ — ⋆ You are not weak just because your heart is heavy. Visage. The Satrap #✧ — ⋆ You wear a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it. Headcanon. The Satrap

[rxpertoire]

@fraxcxccl / @reapersxfolly​ asked | Heated Azure ( for Erenville from bnuuy Tseng because I am both lazy and possess no self control. If it pleases you, of course ♥️ ) Send “Deep Azure” to find My Muse in a Hot Spring.. Or send “Heated Azure” to find them in a Hot Spring naked

With how busy things had been in recent times, Erenville had been taking more time for himself now that it was all over. Which included less time around people. He was a social person, but he valued his alone time. Which is particularly why he’d never told anyone about the natural hot spring he’d found while he was working. He’d thought it wasn’t used by anyone. 

He heard the footsteps before he noted who they belonged to, opening his golden eyes to see the unwelcome stranger. He made no move to cover himself; with his age came limited modesty, no shyness about his body or the scars that neatly ran across the undersides of his pectorals. 

He didn’t say anything, waiting to see if the other would.

#fraxcxccl #reapersxfolly #[IC | Erenville] #i love your bnuuy tseng but i know nothing about him

[blackestnight]

19: behold now behemoth

Prompt: Turn a blind eye

Word count: 996

Continuing misadventures from He Taketh It With His Eyes. Or: Erenville definitely does not get paid enough for this shit.

(Ran out of time and steam on this one; will hopefully wrap it up during a free day if another prompt doesn’t inspire me.)

Hanami still had to drop off Aymeric’s letters, so she told Erenville to ditch whatever gear he didn’t need and meet her at the Arc of the Worthy. Aymeric knew better than to ask her for details when she said she was hunting—mostly, she assumed, in the interest of retaining his sanity and composure while he was stuck in meetings—so she didn’t feel bad about detouring back to the house via the Aethernet. No need for full heavy armor, probably, not for this, but she did want a thicker coat if she was going to be trudging around the highlands. Then back to Skysteel.

Technically Borel Manor had a tiny stable (converted to storage, now; Aymeric’s chocobo stayed in the care of the Temple Knight attendants) but Hanami had always thought it was inconvenient keeping mounts in the Pillars anyway, when all but the most heavily-trafficked ramps leading down to the city gates were either obnoxiously narrow and winding or iced over nine days out of ten. Stephanivien had loaned her garage space at the Manufactory in exchange for permission to play with her bike, provided he didn’t wreck it any worse than she would, blow it up, or take it apart in a way he couldn’t reassemble in less than twenty minutes.

When she rumbled up to the gate, Erenville, whose pack was slimmed down but still bulkier than Hanami would have thought necessary for a day trip, gave her a judgemental look down the line of his nose. “What is that?”

“Motorbike.” Hanami couldn’t give him a proper glare in return with her face covered, but windburn was a bitch and she didn’t want to pull down her mask. “Ironworks special.”

“I was under the impression that we would be renting chocobos,” Erenville said.

“Fuck no, they could not pay me to get on one of those horsebirds if I do not have to. I would rather walk.” The knight on guard duty was doing a very good job of pretending to ignore them, and at least the argument had given them time to raise the portcullis. “Stop complaining and climb on.”

Erenville did, and Hanami twisted the throttle and pointed the bike down the Steps of Faith. Foot traffic wasn’t too bad, at least, and the handful of pedestrians left her room to move, used to chocobo caravans crossing the bridge, so before long they were riding through the Gates of Judgment and onto the hard-packed dirt road; Hanami hung a right to head east down the hill.

“This is,” Erenville said—shouted, to be heard over the engine and the wind—“the least stealthy vehicle I have ever been on.”

“I know,” Hanami said. She drifted off the path to give a wide berth to a scrawny-looking conjurer herding what looked like an overgrown rat, for whatever reason. “We will stash the bike at Whitebrim. I know the garrison commander.” Drillemont never seemed to mind her leaving her bike by the gates while she crawled through the Coerthan foothills; he really was a decent sort of person, discounting the time he hadn’t arrested her for a dozen counts of aggravated assault.

Probably best not to mention that to Erenville.

He either knew the area or had done his research, because he didn’t seem surprised when Hanami led him to a…well, calling it a path was probably generous. More of a goat trail, a set of winding switchbacks up the cliff faces dividing Snowcloak and Behemoth’s Dominion from Whitebrim. The bottom was by far the most narrow and treacherous, but near the top it leveled off and widened out enough that Hanami felt safe sticking her hands under her arms while she walked, trying to warm her fingers.

“Cold?” he asked her, poking the path before him with a collapsible sort of walking stick he had produced from his pack. A handful of scree tumbled down the cliffside.

“How are you not,” she muttered. He’d pulled on a pair of climbing gloves, but otherwise didn’t seem to be wearing any extra layers, and the gleaner uniform didn’t seem that well-insulated.

“I am from Sharlayan,” he said. “It can be quite frigid, especially in the winter. And before that, I was raised on a mountain range not so different from this one. I take it you are not accustomed to the climate…?”

Hanami scuffed her boot against a lump of snow near the path’s edge, leaning away as it broke apart under her toe and better revealed solid ground. “No,” she said. “I am from Doma. It never got this cold, at least not in the valley.” A little strange that he would ask; she was so used to her life being laid out for public consumption, but Erenville either didn’t know or was very good at pretending. Fine by her.

“Yanxia was always a bit humid for my taste, but—” he cut off, clenching his walking stick, and his ears swiveled. When he spoke his voice had dropped to a whisper. “Over the ridge. It is awake, I believe.”

She didn’t bother to ask how he could tell just by sound. Instead she crouched low and moved carefully over the boulders that made the ridgeline: Behemoths, from what she could tell, didn’t have especially great eyesight or hearing, but it would notice falling rocks if they were unlucky to knock any loose. At least their approach over the cliffs had kept them downwind. Erenville even eased his pack off and laid it in a dip between two stones, careful not to knock his lamp against the rock face. Hanami wound up doing a sort of slow crawl, trusting her weight to her hands as much as her feet, as they drew nearer and nearer to the place Erenville pointed out with a silent finger—the place where even she could hear a loud snuffling, and a deep rumbling, like a massive set of bellows set into the rocks.

The Behemoth den was directly below them.

#ffxivwrite 2022 #final fantasy xiv #oc: hanami hagane #erenville #next time on chaos gleaner bro hours: #blood magic for (dubious) fun and (negligible) profit #writing - mine