Celestaux

A photo of a mountain stream in the middle of the woods, the stream is littered with mossy rocks

I very briefly return from my break to yell about the healing properties of leisurely hiking in the mountains. Who needs social media when there's friends and cool rocks?

Thank you!! 🫂💛

I think I'm gonna take a step back from socials for a lil bit for my own mental health to like reset my brain. If any mutuals want my discord, pls feel free to dm me since I'll still be on there and Celestaux might pop up for in game events and things 💛

Like man, I'm just asking for the post images to be spoilered or something so I can scroll without immediately seeing everyone there. Its been out for less than 12 hours

Its literally the morning of the event drop, why have I seen a dozen spoilers of event npcs. Yall some of us can't play until after work PLEASE

Okay friends, Little Ladies' Day starts Real Soon Now and I am once again here to ask very nicely that folks consider not immediately posting about seasonal event NPC cameos (beyond whomever gets featured in official art) so more of us get the surprise joy of finding them ourselves. Please?

We lived! It went decently and my boss and I both avoided a panic attack, despite both of us sleeping like shit and being so fucking anxious over it lmao

It went okay!! Ty!!

Pray for me, I'm in the office like a half an hour early to attend and help present a leadership review and I've been so anxious over it lmao

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気軽に描く事の大事さを思い知る

A doodle titled “yeah I love the writing process” and showing four different scenes. A figure hunched over a piece of paper, another hunched ferally over a laptop, a third making a “werk queen” face at a keyboard, and a fourth dissociating in their chair.

Back at it again in the mines

I'm relying in the healing properties of soup, a sandwich, and a big piece of cake from a local diner.... it'll fix me

me thinking about fictional characters all day:

Know that between my like 5 meetings this morning, my thoughts have been ping ponging between thinking about Foulques getting yoinked to the First with the Scions and then also Celestaux post-canon out with his family and a scenario when he had to like go full wol-mode to protect them

alphinaud can you get back to work
#ffxiv #ff14

Remember it's okay to be a fan of your own work. It's okay to be proud of yourself. It's not arrogant to recognize your skill and be proud of that. Confidence is difficult in Today's society so I'm here to remind you it's okay to look at your work and be proud because you made that.

You MADE that 🩵

I hateeeeee being too good at my job, I hateee having my boss come to me like a deer in headlights asking for my help and my guidance. Girl, I am nearly the same age as your kids, I'm just a little guy, let me act like it and stop making management decisions, I'm tiredddddd

drawing of alisaie from ffxiv to mimic eloise from season 1 of bridgerton, where she is yelling at her sister, only alisaie's dialogue says "Alphinaud! We must make HASTE!"

"do you think he heard me?"

#lilibellart #bridgerton #ffxiv

Never

I just think!!! That Bridgerton!!!!!

I'll leave it there with the highlights, but know there's like at least two dozen more wips of varying stages (some are more just outlines, some are like two sentences of an idea, some are 2k words, some are more typos than real words) all file foldered away in my ellipsus lmao

“Raha?” a knock at the door startled him into awareness again, looking up tiredly as Krile poked her head into the room. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything,” she said quietly, and G’raha could only open his mouth and close it immediately after.  He’d managed to keep himself together for so long. Yes, he cried on the ship with relief the moment Celestaux opened his eyes again, the moment he knew he hadn’t lost his husband for good, but he’d put himself right back together for hours to do the more tedious healing once they were back on solid ground and in the annex once more. But now, staring at Celestaux’s mangled hand with his wedding ring resting on it…  “I nearly lost him,” G’raha whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. “I sacrificed myself, not knowing if I’d truly make it back, but I hadn’t… I never thought about the possibility that he wouldn’t come back. He always comes back, that’s what he does. I stopped a whole calamity from ever happening to make him come back to me, I never thought that I might come so close to losing him.”

This one is tasty too, G'raha's pov of the events immediately post EW upon them landing in Sharlayan and patching Celestaux up while he's unconscious :D

With no sense of urgency, Celestaux walked towards the gates of the city and out into Lakeland. He couldn’t help but to remember his first time arriving on the First, the blinding light harsh on his eyes and not even the beautiful purple foliage able to distract him from his mission of finding the Scions. He didn’t know then that this place would become something of a second home to him, perhaps even more so than Ishgard.  It was a short walk from the gates to the post where he knew Lyna would be, so he didn’t bother to keep a weapon at the ready – which perhaps was foolish of him, but thankfully he didn’t run into any problems. The moment the guards saw him, they all stopped everything they were doing to salute him, making Celestaux smile.  “At ease, I’m still not a formal member of the guard,” he said, saluting back as he looked over each of them before landing on Lyna.  “You know you’re as much a captain here as in your own order,” Lyna responded, holding her salute for a moment longer before relaxing. “What brings you here? Is all well on the Source?” she asked, and he could see the concern in her eyes as she looked him over.  For once, though, Celestaux was able to laugh and shake his head, smiling back at her. “All is well,” he said, watching as each one of the soldiers relaxed just slightly. “A social call, Captain. I was hoping you had time to chat?” he asked.

When I say I have wips for days, I mean it lmao. Here, also have one of Celestaux visiting Lyna post-EW to ask her to train him again as he relearns how to fight after his recovery

Artoirel sat in front of his father and tried not to squirm. He felt like a child again, waiting to give his father his progress report from his lessons or something, not a grown man telling his father something as a courtesy. Because that’s what this was… a courtesy. At least, that’s what he kept trying to tell himself. He shouldn’t need his father’s permission for this, for being himself.  Artoirel’s palms were already sweaty, though, and he felt like he was going to be sick. How had Emmanellain done this? And Celestaux, as well? Had they been this nervous?  “Artoirel?” his father asked, making him look up and meet his father’s eyes. “Was there a reason you wanted to speak to me?” he prodded, clearly trying to prompt him to say something.  He’d always been good at that, asking a simple question so that Artoirel never had to break the silence. Giving him the opportunity to answer, rather than initiate, and even as a child Artoirel had appreciated it. 

And this one has been on the backburner for..... so long, but I swear it hasn't left the stove. I have one chapter left on my Stephanivien/Artoirel fic and one day I'll have the strength to return to it

Foulques blinked around, squinting against the glowing blue light that seemed to bleed from the walls themselves, until his eyes landed on a hooded figure standing before him, a staff held in a crystallized hand. The figure, the same man that he had seem glimpses of flashing through his mind before the Scions had fallen, said nothing, but the curve of his mouth told him of the confusion he seemingly had as he stared at Foulques. That made two of them. Foulques didn't take his eyes off the man as he took a mental stock of his own body, flexing fingers and toes and ensuring that everything was accounted for before he made any movement. All the while he took note of the man before him, eyes scanning over the dark hood that obscured his face, the crystalline hand that gripped the staff, his simple robes… looking for any weaknesses he could find. The man opened his mouth, but Foulques didn't give him the chance. Whatever power the mage had in his words, Foulques didn't want to find out.

Oh this one is also fun and somewhere on deck, have some Foulques getting yoinked to the First by the Exarch

"Gwenette!" Leofard called as he saw the woman walk through the doors, a wide smile on his face. He'd be lying if he said he was in the Forgotten Knight simply because he knew – or he hoped, rather – he might run into her. Sure, it was a good escape from the rest of the crew and he didn't mind going out for a drink now and then, but he knew that his main goal was to catch a glimpse of the Warrior of Light. Perhaps even get to buy her a drink. He was down bad, he knew it, but there was nothing to be done about it. The moment she got closer to him, though, the smile fell from his face. Blood stained her hands, coated the new claymore on her back, soaked through her clothes… and she had such a wild look in her eyes, like she was a cornered animal instead of the hero everyone knew. This version of her was one he'd never seen before, this wasn't the strong, unyielding Warrior of Light, nor the Gwenette Vairemont who had a smirk on her lips and fire in her eyes. This woman looked younger, like she shouldn't have seen even half of the things she did. It made him pause, to see this legendary woman look… small and in such a state. "Are you alright?" he asked, much softer this time. He half expected Gwen to dart and rush back out the door, but he watched her jaw set and let out a slow breath before she just shrugged at him. "It's not my–" she started, but paused and shook her head. "I'm not as injured as I look," she said instead, her voice rough and gravely, like she'd been screaming.

And here wait, have another one that's on deck - this one is post level 50 drk quest (but I played with timelines so it takes place in post-stb and Leofard is there lmao)

Oh I always have so many fics on the backburner, but here's the one that's like immediately up next! Gwen has a lot of reasons to crash out in Shadowbringers and I have to write it before she's allowed to progress further in the plot!!

Tiny warmup doodle of a tiny goober :3 💖 #grahatia #graha #FFXIV #fanart

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