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i have managed to take tomorrow off so for 24 hours i will Stop Complaining

Lysander: skill issue. no lol but he just doesn't really feel this outside of relationships, and in relationships, he might get a bit broody at worst, mostly when the things keeping him away from bfs are things he doesn't want to be doing.

Sylvien: well it almost got him eaten by a morbol.

"This man gucci'd down to the socks but need $4" with a picture of Marisbury Animusphere from Fate/Grand Order

a poorly drawn cat lying down just like the great sphinx

a tabby cat lying on a wooden floor in a sphinx pose, with its front paws neatly tucked under its chest

the great sphinx

yeah you probably need the Weapons quests for Gaius

they should just be hanging around the cakes when you finish the event? (might depend on what you have unlocked in some cases but i would think you should at *least* have Steppe yuri)

sleeves of the baggy sort where if you roll them up they just flop back down again...[he and i both scream in anguish]

he has inherited my dislike of oversized clothes unfortunately 😔 it might work if it was fitted differently but he just looks silly to me

i put lysander in the event sweater last night and was like "as i suspected this is not his look" but then i keep seeing cute wols in the sweater and second guessing myself

A cinematic shot of Hien and Ifan in the Doman Enclave. Hien has his face screwed up on the verge of tears as he runs forward to pull Ifan into an embrace while Ifan seems a little taken aback by this sudden and public display of affection. The fact Ifan is wearing his Shadowbringers era outfit indicates this is the first time the pair have seen each other since the duel with Elidibus at the end of Stormblood, and Hien is overjoyed that Ifan has finally recovered from his near-fatal injury. The caption is in Han characters and is a couplet from 'Hearing that Imperial Forces Have Retaken Henan and Hebei' by Tang-era poet Du Fu, written in 763 during the An Lushan Rebellion. 白日放歌须纵酒，青春作伴好还乡 "In broad daylight I burst into song and must drink freely; with youthful spirits as my companion, how joyful it is to return home."

Day 4 - Festival

"Happy New Year, my lord."

"And to you, citizen."

As twice before, the reply he gave was automatic. But then he paused, looked up... and gasped.

There he was. Alive, awake, and smiling at him as he used to do.

Hien felt his eyes begin to sting.

#febhyurary | #kaleidpose

Lysander's father (former sharlayan professor) taught him to read/write Eorzean, and Lysander picked up a little of the other languages in the places they lived (to a much lesser extent than spoken languages though).

The Scions taught Iri, starting with Alphy after Ul'dah at Dragonhead.

39. Kiss because one is running out of time

I think this prompt was supposed to be more dramatic than this… but I could not resist the power of the Silly Estinien Pout!!

(and neither could Lucca)

haurchefant: i want you warrior of light. i can treat you so well. i need you so bad.
aymeric: please come over to my house please let me take care of you. do you want dinner?? wine???
estinien:

post-shb, it is difficult to say whether Valerien was happier about Lysander returning safely from the First or that Lysander was actually asking him for help with arcanima for the first time in his life

he learned arcanima from his father, reluctantly, though the ability to manipulate his aether like that comes very naturally to him. learned summoning basically as the job quests say, still did not practice much. eventually went back to his father to hone those skills. #felsfacts

Been pretty busy lately. Not sure when I'll finish the drawing, but I'll leave the draft here as a 👣.

A cinematic shot of Granson Ketchthane watching Ifan finish off a Sin Eater in Lakeland. The Crystarium is visible in the background against the endless light in the sky, while Granson stands in the midground with his arms crossed as he watches the grisly scene before him. Ifan and the Sin Eater are largely off camera, with only part of the Sin Eater's head and Ifan's hand and staff being visible. Judging by the framing, it appears Ifan is about to deliver a coup de grace; the crescent head of his staff, Tsukuyomi's Cane, frames Granson's pensive, almost troubled expression. The caption at the bottom of the shot reads "Call 'em as I see 'em", which taken with the text implies Granson views Ifan as a killer like himself.

Day 3 - Tank

"Noticed you aren't keen on sharing when it comes to yourself, killer," Granson observed, his eyes not leaving Ifan's back.

The man in white merely let out a grunt as he kept a pace Granson could easily match.

"Told you to stop calling me that," he said.

#febhyurary | #kaleidopose

🥺

ok sorry i'm done reposting now

a gpose of Lysander in his lab/workshop, leaning over a microscope, dressed in a deep red lab coat

Lysander looking up from his microscope, looking thoughtful.

Lysander leaning against his desk, flipping through a book

i hypothesize....that i logged in to do something else

gpose screenshot; Sylvien and Beatin standing close beside each other on the front deck of the Oak Atrium, overlooking the water wheel, Beatin's hand on Sylvien's hip as he leans close with a small smile.

Slighting more zoomed in, and Sylvien leans back a little against Beatin, head tipped up towards his.

just sharing some important woodworking tips

document screenshot; “Did Cemi end up making the trip?” “Hm? No, of course not. With you ill, she forgot all about whatever she thought was happening with our finances.” “Maybe I should go with her now. To Kugane.” “What?” He reacts too quickly to hide the dismay in his voice. “It has barely been a week, but it affects the whole guild for us to be like this. Like when the mill is out of alignment and it works but it makes that terrible din and you can barely think straight. Perhaps we need some time where we are not…crashing back together, just hoping to fit.” He smiles slightly. “I promise I am not cross this time.” Beatin gazes straight ahead, focusing hard on the ceaseless spill of water below Figaga’s Gift. “…if you think you must.” “Oh, don’t be like that,” Sylvien says, then reaches across to pluck the spectacles from his nose. Beatin flinches at the loss of his mask, eyes flickering reluctantly towards Sylvien, knowing there is nothing now to hide the storm in his heart. “It will not be another six moons.” Beatin makes his best attempt at a wry smile. “It very well might be longer. I suspect you will like it there.” “Well, I will not be comatose. You can write me—and I will be able to write back! That has to be something. And Iri keeps asking me if I will get a linkpearl. Perhaps I should.” “Letters will suffice, I believe. I am sorry, Sylvien.” Sylvien blinks. “What for?” “You truly have grown. It is I who is being stubborn, clinging to the past.”

“It is barely the past for you,” Sylvien reminds him. “And besides, I know how you are. I would be a little cross if you had already moved on, when Gairhard left you pining for however many years.” Beatin stares at him, nonplussed by the comparison, and with an impish smile, Sylvien leans in and presses a quick kiss to his lips. “Just a little while, Beatin. I need only regain my footing, and remember how it feels to live in a body again. It is difficult to describe how strange this is.” “I am not certain that spending a fortnight on a ship will help with the former concern,” Beatin points out, then adds, before he can help himself, “though I daresay I have some ideas for the latter.” “Ooh, an admirable attempt, you sly old man. Patience, darling. I fear you spent altogether too long worrying I was dead; spend a little while thinking of all the ways you’ll help me with this problem of mine, instead.” “Sylvien,” Beatin protests, a little strained, and with a smirk, Sylvien catches his lips again, and lingers, long enough that Beatin dares to part his own lips and lick between Sylvien’s, sighing and pulling him close as he consents to deepen the kiss. Sylvien pulls away first, wiggling torturously in Beatin’s lap before sliding back to his spot on the blanket, pursing his lips as Beatin chases him with his eyes. “You are very close to convincing me I might change my mind,” he admits, “but how am I to prove my stunning growth of character if I do?” “A rather thoughtless remark on my part, it seems,” Beatin rues. “Shall I tell Cemi of her impending voyage, or will you?”

i'm mildly miserable for various reasons so please pretend i have written something sensible instead of whatever nonsense this is

ao3 screenshot reading: Oak and Mistletoe (u_andcloud) Summary: The Starlight season is busy for carpenters and woodsmen alike; both Beatin and Sylvien might need a little persuasion to take a moment to themselves.

the very simple silly Starlight fic is a month late and 5000 words :')

Oak and Mistletoe
Beatin/nonwol OC | m/m | T

🎄 archiveofourown.org/works/78067716

In the Intercessory at Camp Dragonhead, Aymeric sits in his chair gazing straight ahead, while Lysander, dressed all in black, seems to lean in the notch of the table, looking at him with an unreadable expression

Aymeric in the chair in the intercessory, but now Lysander leans against the arm of his chair in the space between his legs, smiling slightly.

with Ishgard in crisis, one would never suggest that the Lord Commander's mind may be wandering... #felspose

Peer Review

Lysander/OC(s) | rated E | ongoing (in theory)
#felsfic

📖 archiveofourown.org/works/783553...

i had wanted to take today off as my last chance before No Staff February but i never did and now i have a meeting but i'm still desperately trying to think if there's any day this week i can take. maybe i just get sick on thursday.

Moogle from final fantasy xiv

Happy Valentione’s! #lofiartparty #ffxiv

ok i'm kind of just annoying *myself* thinking about the oc stuff... enough fomo please let me just be content with yapping into the void again it's what i'm GOOD at

it *does* kind of annoy me that my characters don't lend themselves to much platonic interaction though. i would write a more social guy if i wasn't just so so obsessed with the ones i have 😔

i do not expect to be *surprised* with nsfw but i feel like my boundaries are weirdly lax there bc both of my guys are out there theoretically having more sex than I can really write for them while being pretty antisocial otherwise. legitimately more collaborative potential there than anywhere else.