#cyr blyme

[deathflare]

i took some suggestions from twitter hehe. i love drawing random npcs

#ffxiv #lyna #dorgono #cyr blyme #maxima quo priscus #amon #anden #leofard myste #granson #venat #omega #tweetingway #my roommate requested gestahl and how could i say no #splitting this into two as i suffer thru tags

[cornunut]

some moments from before the ward (for most of them)

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #the heavens' ward #zephirin de valhourdin #vellguine de bourbagne #charibert de leusignac #grinnaux de dzemael #adelphel de chevraudan #paulecrain de fanouilley #haumeric de peulagnon #guerrique de montrohain #hermenost de la treaumaille #noudenet de jaimberd #janlenoux de courcillant #ignasse de vesnaint #aymeric de borel #cyr blyme #YES I TAGGED ALL OF THEM DO NOT @ ME #also pls ignore ww grinn i forgot that his scars show up wrong on player characters in anam #gposers

[velnica]

Singing Along to the Start of Forever - Chapter 1

Fandom: FFXIV

Ship: Sanson/Guydelot

Tags: Modern AU/University, Falling in Love, Meet Cute (emphasis on cute)

Rating: Explicit (later chapters)

Desperate to cover rent, second year Journalism student Sanson Smyth agreed to take on one Guydelot Thildonnet as a roommate on behest of his best friend. Little did he know he was getting far more than he bargained for.

Or how two dorks fell head over heel in love.

From his vantage point in the kitchen, Sanson stole a look at Guydelot. He was tall even by Elezen standard, and had no qualms propping his feet up on Sanson's coffee table. At least he did leave his shoes by the door. His messy brown hair had teal highlights on the tips, which Sanson thought actually looked rather nice, and his shirt was a shade brighter than the hair if that was even possible. His eyes were icy blue, and they were staring back at Sanson. Oh shite—

“Done investigating me, Mr. Journalist?” Guydelot gave a wicked grin as Sanson's face turned scarlet. He didn't even stop strumming his guitar, instead turning the melody into a mocking lilt. Sanson looked away, embarrassed that he was caught in the act. “If you'd like to know more, you can just ask. I don't bite.”

Sanson couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Ask? I seem to recall you've only given me one word answers to all my questions so far.”

Guydelot chuckled, “That's because you were asking boring questions. I thought you journalists were supposed to be good at interviewing?” Sanson really wanted to chuck the salt grinder at Guydelot.

“Are you seriously expecting full professional conduct at home? Doesn't seem like it will be worth my effort.” A tinge of pride coursed through him as the Elezen accidentally let out a discordant twang from his guitar. He watched as Guydelot leisurely got up from the sofa and sauntered over to the kitchen, leaning down across the counter to put his gaze at Sanson's level.

“Sanson, was it?” He continued without waiting for the Hyur to reply, “I hope you aren’t actually this stiff in the field or I’d be sad for your interview subject. You’re supposed to find what makes them tick, not the other way around.”

Twelve, this man quite literally just moved in today and he had the gall to insult Sanson in his kitchen.

“Typically I also don't interview anyone who doesn't catch my interest,” he retorted.

“Oh? I believe you were the one eyeing me up and down before. You do know you're still blushing, right? Fetchingly, I may add.” Guydelot made a round gesture with his finger, encircling Sanson's face and making the Hyur sputter indignantly to the delight of the grinning Elezen.

“I am allowed to look at and measure people on my own time, in my own home. You didn't exactly exude a welcoming aura, Guydelot.” Sanson threw back, there was no way he's getting grilled without a fight.

“What was that about not judging a book by its cover? Anyway if you're wondering about measurement, I'm willing to let you have a personal look.” Guydelot punctuated his statement with a waggle of his eyebrows.

#fic: singing along to the start of forever #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #ffxiv #modern au #meet cute #emphasis on cute #my fic writing #sanson is a journalism student #guydelot is in an emo band #Lots of NPC cameos #Cyr blyme #Tahla molkoh #Cemi jinjahl #Leih aliapoh #My GPOSEs

[erichthoniosgf]

A recreation of the first time I gposed these two.

Although I obviously have a preferred ship for Nyx that isn’t them— but they will forever have a place in my heart.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #a realm reborn #heavensward #stormblood #shadowbringers #endwalker #nyx tinuviel #cyr blyme #cyrwol #nyxxcyr

[most-fuck-able-ff14]

Round 2 has been decided, it is only a manner of time as Mod Fisher makes the images and ques them up!

Mod Fisher is also getting her wisdom teeth removed this week and is very stressed about it, so round 2 is being set to start Friday June 2nd at 12 noon EST.

Because Mod Fisher is going to be out of commission for at least 3-4 days she is going to try and see if she can get one of the mods to run the account while shes recovering. no promises tho! -Mod Fisher Links to all the Round 2 polls below!~

Y'shtola vs Godbert

Estinien vs Urianger

K'rhid Tia vs Haurchefant + Aymeric

Guydelot vs Hraesvelgr

Midgardsormr vs Zenos

Maxima vs Hien

Ardbert vs Radovan

Elidibus vs Hythlodaeus

Thancred vs Raubahn

Hildebrand vs Cid

G'raha Tia vs Fray

Cyr Blyme vs Nidhogg

Hancock vs Sadu

Kurobana vs Runar

Chai-Nuzz vs Hermes

Vrtra vs Fourchenault

#round two #most fuckable erozean #also to the anon about the sadu tags #no one has complained or requested her removal so far #so Sadu stays :D #and to the anon who wished for aymeric and haus to continue on #we're still debating it #so the haush and aymeric bracket is technically up for debate right now #its probably gonna come down to mod preference #and if Mod Fisher can find any shots of them together already

[totallycorrectffxivquotes]

Hildibrand, showing up to court in a fursuit: It is I, your gentlemanly public defurender :33c Cyr: I’ll plead guilty to heresy if you execute him too.

#ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV #hildibrand manderville #Cyr Blyme

[knights-of-ishgard]

What was Cyrs last name? Blyme or Mason? Help me. D:

#ffxiv #ffxiv heavensward #cyr mason #cyr blyme #I found both and I'm confused!

[gnbrkrs]

#ffxiv #gigi #cyr blyme #carbuncle #ffxiv gpose #gpose #ffxiv screenshots

[carbunclechaser]

“Ah well, ya see-” Koura stuttered, desperately trying to find a decent explanation.

#hildibrand quests #Cyr Blyme #((HI I'M NOT DEAD!! #I have a bunch of things I need to post I just haven't)) #((Have some Hildibrand shenanigans in the meantime tho))

[tuhis]

Salmiakki. The infamous black salted liquorice. It might not suit Ser Gyoribert’s tastes, but it certainly suits his toolbox.

#namazu #ser charibert #cyr blyme #also featuring ser zephirin

[deathflare]

WHERES MY OTHER CYR ART DID I NEVER POST THESE? the 2nd one is from 2016 its vintage

#ffxiv #cyr blyme #LOVE U

[leusignac]

Surely the Heavens’ Ward are happy on other shards

#Final Fantasy XIV #ffxiv art #Heavensward #Ser Charibert #Ser Adelphel #Ser Janlenoux #ser guerrique #Ser Noudenet #cyr blyme #drew this during the jp fanfest stream #Heavens Ward

[velnica]

Singing Along Ch 2 - Fightin' Fire with Fire

Fandom: FFXIV

Ship: Sanson/Guydelot

Tags: Modern AU/University, Falling in Love, Meet Cute (emphasis on cute)

Rating: Explicit (later chapters)

How do you discourage a complete flirt from teasing you? Sanson finds out the hard way as a bunch of good-looking musicians gatecrash his flat.

“So Sanson, how is our keyboardist as a roommate?” Aymeric asked as they waited for their food to arrive.

“Loud and obnoxious, but he sings well so I tolerate him sometimes.” Guydelot sputtered as the rest of them snickered at his expense.

“I am not, I always play with my headset on if it's getting late,” came the indignant reply from the man next to him.

“You're completely ignoring the 'obnoxious' part of my answer, Guydelot.” Sanson crossed his arms in challenge.

“Oi, I can't help it if you're easy to rile up.” Oh the cheek on this guy…

“Have you tried not riling people up as your life's mission?”

“Where's the fun in that? Life's too dull otherwise. Besides, your offended blush is always too good to pass up.” As if on cue, heat creeped up Sanson's cheeks. Guydelot was gonna be the death of him.

“If you'd stop using me as a source of entertainment that would be appreciated, thanks.” Sanson tried his best to shoot an unamused glare at Guydelot, but the Elezen, predictably, enjoyed that a little too much.

“And you grilling me isn't also entertainment? I believe the feeling is mutual.” He propped his elbow on the table, now fully in on teasing the Hyur.

“Asking innocent questions and flirting are not even remotely at the same level, Guydelot.”

“They can be, if you want to.” Sanson actually gawped at his roommate, who was grinning like a voidsent imp.

#fic: singing along to the start of forever #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #cyr blyme #guydesan #ffxiv #modern au #sanson is playing with fire #verbal beatdown #the emo gang is here #my fic writing #My GPOSEs

[erichthoniosgf]

《Long time no see》

I had this scenario in mind for such a long time, and I’m so happy I got to gpose it. ;; I love them so much.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #a realm reborn #heavensward #stormblood #shadowbringers #endwalker #nyx tinuviel #Cyr Blyme #Cyr Mason #CyrWOL #NyxxCyr

[most-fuck-able-ff14]

ROUND 1 MOST FUCKABLE FF14 MAN

#round 1 #heavensward spoilers #hildibrand spoilers #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #poll

[eirh]

Thick fog spreads over The Holy See of Ishgard in this fine morning, winds barely blowing and a blond Hyur Inquisitor can be found pacing in circles in The Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine. "The First Inquisitor has not arrived yet? That's rare..." Cyr speaks, still remaining his pacing. "I hope he won't pass his duties to me again, why am I still being treated as an assistant after all these years??" The lady nearby giggles as she adjusts her thick glasses further not speaking a word as she stares down at the package in her hands. Warm cookies appear to be inside the package, it's see-through and has a blue ribbon on it with the tag "Cyr". One day she hopes to be able to give them to him straightforward, for now leaving them at his desk will suffice.

The clock keeps ticking as Cyr paces around, it's soon to be the time that the office is open and yet the chief is missing. At least, until the moment the doors swept open. The doors swept open and yet, no human figure was seen through it...rather a book. A book flew through the halls of the Tribunal at inhuman speed, now this by itself is not an issue. The issue was that this certain tome just happened to collide with a certain Hyur's head, knocking him to the ground in a swift manner. "My apologies for my rather late arrival, have I missed any required daily introductions?" Eir spoke as he tidied his hair from the damp fog outside. "U-uhm…" Faine looked rather troubled, she was never a great speaker and especially not against the Au Ra. "Dismissing that, it appears I was not the only one not present...Where is Inquisitor Cyr?" "You...You just hit him, Chief." The elezen pointed at the corner where the poor Hyur could be found "resting" as she walked over to tend to him. Not showing a sign of any visible shock Eir simply let out an "Ah, is that so." before asking "May I inquire whether the damage was lethal?" "It appears not so." Faine smiled to herself as she checked on Cyr, moving his hair out of his face wondering if he'll ever get a proper hairdo. "Acknowledged, I'd suppose I will aim more carefully next time." The First Inquisitor nodded to himself before moving into his office. Startled and confused by his words, Faine could not help but be worried about her little crush.

Cyr rubbed his head as he walked over to the First Inquisitors office, his co-worked told him a book hit him in the head but it felt like a brick rather...Sometimes he wonders if Halone truly hates him. And now, now his dreaded Chief has asked for his presence. While this First Inquisitor is not half as brutal as the previous man that held the position, he still cannot get comfortable around him. Attempting to resist the urge to pace around once more, lest he may get hit by a random tome again, he waited before knocking on the door. "May you enter swiftly?" The voice behind the door asked, startling Cyr and he quickly opens the door to enter the office. Wondering to himself how the other figured out he was in front of the door he scans the office. He had not seen the inside ever since Charibert de Leusignac became part of the Heavens'Ward, it has changed quite a bit. The atmosphere had changed, a weird lingering burn smell into a pleasant scent of vanilla and it appeared to be more bright as the furniture had been changed too. Classical music could softly be heard from the orchestrion nearby, maybe this man was not as bad as his previous superiour. "I'd like to give you a sincere apology for the previous occurrences, would you be willing to spend your lunch in my office?" The Au Ra motioned at the chair in front of him. Cyr nodded nervously as he sat down, while having had his nerves calmed a bit he could not help but feel something was about to happen.

The desk had been cleaned up and various pastries could be found on it on small plates, while the Hyur does not favour either sweet or savory, it did make him feel hungry. "Bon déjeuner." Eir sounded, taking a sip from his glass afterwards. Both of the Inquisitors appeared to not favour conversation at the moment and Cyr sighed in relief, the nervosity left him thirsty as he raised the glass of water. Too quickly he took a sip from it,only to be interrupted right after by shock of the taste. "SIR? WHY ARE YOU DRINKING VODKA IN THE MORNING!?"

#Journalwork #FFXIV writing #cyr blyme #yeah he could smell it first but he didn't #journal