ren!!!

oh hey that's the same thing that happened to my cats and also my first cats! by way of advice, in the last three weeks i have learned that it is not always the end of the world if they throw up. i was so worried about my babies for several days to learn their tummies just didn't like their new food

a screenshot of moku's account (@fire4fun) on oc social network

made an account for moku on the oc social network app if anyone wants to interact!

More Fortemps cause I miss them

wait artoirel having the edmont hair bump is awesome... these are great thanks for the seratonin ♥️

A colored drawing of Stephanivien de Haillenarte from FFXIV as a centaur. The horse half is modeled off a draft horse.

A couple of follow up doodles of Tedalgrinche and Artoirel. Ted: I can take him. Art: In... in a fight? Ted: Yes, of course. What else could I have meant. (Artoirel doesn't say anything but he is blushing and sweating.)

What if Stephanivien, but centaur?

OH it's fine, i was letting my cats look at it under supervision earlier and they were so delighted by the nose that they kept bunting it ^-^ thanks for the quality shimp chef o7

a picture of two shrimps: one, an orange plush shrip on my blanket, and the other, a small wiwi baby kitten curled up like a shrimp in her sleep on her cat condo

my shrimps... #myshrimps

my beloved 🦐 kitten and the excellent shrip plush that arrived today from @radicrow.bsky.social ! both of which gave me an unexpected and invaluable level of seratonin today

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: The conversation had come around to his soon-to-be fatherhood, something that is never far from Steph's mind these days. The small container thrums with some kind of energy that warms Steph's hand through his gloves. Sanson pointedly ignores his partner's comment, the curiousity getting the better of him (as usual). "…How did this even happen?" "Well," Steph smiles widely. He loves telling this story every time.

and finally, day 30: rhapsody!!! finishing out a lovely challenge month with a sweet little fluffy ficlet of steph telling the bard boys about his accidentally acquired test tube baby ♥️

archiveofourown.org/works/71635286

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: Sicard's name is on the screen too. Emmanellain inches closer to get a better glimpse of the essay. There's conversation denoted by quotation marks in the text. Outside of those speaking lines are narrative and… gods above! ask

day 29: slash! here's cisone fujoing out about her partners

archiveofourown.org/works/71578591

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: He thought Artoirel was being nice, or perhaps taunting, wearing the shoes in those meetings despite how horribly even Steph could tell they clashed with the regular red pants. Then Stephanivien saw the man wear them outside, and he couldn't tell if the sight should get his heart racing or his head spinning. Artoirel had always cared so deeply about his perception, to the detriment of his relationships with his family, and it seemed deeply odd that Artoirel would considering wearing them.

a picture of artoirel de fortemps in game with slightly different lightning. his boots are green

steph wearing the same pants and thighboots. he pulls the clashing outfit off because he's an icon

day 28: saturated! here's a fic I've been wanting to write for forever about artoirel being colorblind. did you know artoirel's custom model adept thighboots are green

archiveofourown.org/works/71545396

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: There was beauty on our star. Nigh endless life and love and warmth. Even still, Stephanivien wanted. My dear friend has never been one to thrive in satisfaction. What had happened to his peer, to the one that used to follow in the shadows he cast? Stephanivien wandered from those he knew and loved in search of the stranger he lost.

day 27: ahead of you, looking behind. i was going to write some elpis stuff but then i was reminded that i am actively working on a hadestown inspired au and i can do something about that world

archiveofourown.org/works/71471306

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: There, at the end of the crumbs, is what can only be described as a beast. Most of its fur is a mottled gray, excepting a patch of white from its snout to its stomach. Its head is tipped down to lick its own leg (that is the size of its whole body over). The nose of the thing twitches with a violence. Its ears are long, long and wide, and far too large for the strange proportions of its body. The eyes on either side of its head marks it as a prey animal, but there's a terrifying emptiness in them that emanate an aura of maleficence. One ear swivels to face Cisone. The face follows.

a screenshot of cisone (a miqo'te wol) sitting on top of a giant wardrobe. she looks down with glowing eyes at a shshuye minion

a closer image, that shows off cisone's outfit, glowing eyes, and slightly concerned expression

a different angle from the other two pictures, in which the shshuye is the focal point

day 26: leporine! in this one we have a fun little slice of life where #cisone meets one of her FC mate's pets

archiveofourown.org/works/71403061

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: Stephanivien exhales at the sound. Jannequinard always did have a knack of finding him when he needed him most. Steph supposes that comes with the Durendaire name. He makes a noncommital noise, too tired to put it into words. Janne understands it for what it is. The man closes and locks the door behind him, draws all the curtains, and puts a kettle on.

day 25: bubble. today i bring you a prequel to the fics from day 12 and day 20! featuring some janne and steph being friends through his disastrous relationship with tedalgrinche

archiveofourown.org/works/71371896

Machinist fam 🥺🥺

A digital pencil sketch of Stephaniven and Artoirel from FFXIV cuddling on a couch.

I clean this up and finish it later. Maybe.

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: “So you'd kill a child to keep up your games?” “That isn't- Steph, if I am removed, they will send someone dangerous after you. Someone who isn't willing to pull their punches. I won't be able to protect you.” Steph’s lips press into a thin line. “You have a funny understanding of protection.”

a redraw of the cover of the graphic novel nimona. in the foreground is an au ra wol named moku, who notably has giant wings here, and her tail is curled around steph's leg. behind her and to the left is artoirel in a simplified version of his knight gear, with his fist clenched in resolve. steph is behind her on the other side. his expression is unclear, but one of his arms is notably prosthetic

day 24: happenstance! for some reason this word made me think about dr. horrible's sing-along blog, which made me think about the nimona (book) au i was tossing around a few months ago. Behold. Nimoku. and some sad elfs

archiveofourown.org/works/71341131

snippet from linked fic. it reads: Emmanellain hovers over Sicard to keep his attention, face to face, wide eyes to quickly widening ones. "Carvallain ships spices, Rhoswen does… well, frankly, I am not sure what she does. You yourself said we need to find something to sell. Everyone everywhere needs clothes!" A shirtless Sicard narrows his eyes. "…Sure."

day 23: expansion! close to the wire but we're in. here's some emmanellain being a business man on his own version of shark tank

archiveofourown.org/works/71312531

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: Artoirel turns a sharp corner without looking up, certain that everyone in this area of the ship would be asleep. He finds himself sorely mistaken. He walks directly into another man, then jumps back so suddenly that he almost loses the grip on his tablet. The other person prevents the tech from falling with an open hand under it. "Ah-" Artoirel takes his tablet in both hands. "Apologies. Go on with your evening. I'll-" "Artoirel?" He glances up, ilm by ilm, in disbelief. And yet there is no denying that his dead ex-fiance is here before him.

day 22: intergalactic! it's space au time baby. hey do you remember that dragons are canonically aliens in xiv. no reason

archiveofourown.org/works/71284086

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: With a flick of her hand, Cisone summons the facsimile of Midgardsormr. It floats besides her, unseeing and unspeaking, as it has been since her last discussion with the great wyrm inside of Omega. Her lip trembles. This fragment is no more sentient than the roaming dragons. There is no purpose, not fulfillment, not community, not even base survival.

picture of cisone (a miqo'te wol) in ultima thule, looking at one of the pillars of smoke

same view except facting her. estinien is looking at her

she turns around, to face estinien head-on

day 20: truncate! i used an antonym today (dilate). here's some super endwalker spoilers

archiveofourown.org/works/71213136

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: The drink in his hands is… effervescent to say the least. Taupe in color and bitter in smell. Tedalgrinche wrinkles his nose. He considers dropping the thing and just running, but Jannequinard pins him in place with his eyes, like he's one of many dead butterlies on the walls of Dzemael manor. "Drink," Steph says. There is no room for argument.

day 20: effervesce. it's a sequel to my day 12 fic!

archiveofourown.org/works/71161776

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: "Do you- do you think there's a chance she'd ever be interested in me?" Thancred and Urianger both give the Promise a confused glance. "…Art thou jesting?" "What he said. Have you seriously not heard the way she talks to you?"

gpose of koana thoughtfully looking at a pair of people near the iq br'aax aetheryte. moku (a hrothgar) is giggling while her friend steph rests his chin on his fist, propped up with his elbow on moku's shoulder.

same as the last picture but at a different angle

it's late (thank you new kittens for taking up all my free time) but day 19: keystone! here's some joking with koana about food innuendos

archiveofourown.org/works/71124861

snippet from the lined fic. it reads: Steph struggles to follow precisely what the point of Hatchingtide is. How could he, when his longtime friend regains some of that childlike wonder as the lighthearted concert in Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre washes over him? What could be more important than taking in every glimpse of the flower crown adorning his stuffy fiance's hair with cream-colored gossamer ribbons following in his wake? He's no bard like Guydelot, no orator like Artoirel, but his heart bursts with the desire to string words together that would prove his adoration.

day 18: under the boughs! i debated a while about what i wanted to do and ended up going with... actual fluff? anyways here's stephtoriel having a lovely time and discussing the possibility they might want to have a kid

archiveofourown.org/works/71047421

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: The environment is suddenly ruined by a shriek. The intensity of it makes Artoirel assume someone on the factory floor has lost an arm or something similar, so he rushes to the railing. The press loves a hero. On the upside, it's probably best that his assumption was wrong. What would he do about a severed arm anyway? On the downside, the truth of the situation was far worse. Haurchefant Greystone has entered the building at Francel's side. Half a dozen starstruck idiots circle up to stroke his ego.

day 17: starstruck! have some stephtoriel fake engaged actors au content

archiveofourown.org/works/71005986

snippet of the linked fic. it reads: "How is it? Without your minders?" Wuk Lamat sniffles, and gets to walking again. Her body is forcefully casual, even as her tail telegraphs her saddened mood. "Most of them have had the common sense to not be seen by me, so it isn't that strange. Koana has been in Sharlayan for however long, and Erenville…" Lamaty'i laughs, wiping an already falling tear from her eye. "He was gone too. For years now. But it's like- it's like he never left. There's always a voice in my head, saying things like 'I believe in you' and 'think before you act' and 'look out for that ceno- AH!"

day 16: quicksand! i know cenotes and quicksand aren't necessarily the same thing, but have some yuri

archiveofourown.org/works/70971781

a snippet of the linked fic. it reads: It started small and overwhelmed him fast, just like all great loves do. The flowery language of a bard is much more enjoyable than petals in the throat, Guydelot has learned. He hadn't understood what was happening at first. All of a sudden, in the middle of Tailfeather, Sanson glanced back with a thankful smile. Thus was Guydelot doomed.

ayyy halfway! day 15: petal. have my second ffxiv hanahaki fic, this time bard boys flavor

archiveofourown.org/works/70909126

snippet from the linked fic. it reads: He has layered the bodice with new silk shorts and an well-loved robe in the same shade. He's removed most of his jewelry (excepting the single earring with the crest of his house — Artoirel has never felt comfortable out of his bed without it on). The whole effect isn't too far out of his comfort zone, the top forsaking cleavage and shaping for a simple silhouette with a high neckline. Even still, he feels like he should pull on his thighboots, despite how horribly they would fit with the ensemble. He doesn't even know how he wants Steph to respond. Artoirel knows he is vain, and he would be upset if he wasn't complimented. At the same time, he isn't really sure he wants to be seen as a sexual object. He's spent his whole adult life being desired for his power and his looks, and outside of a select few, he knows that other aristocrats see him as little more than a pet who will follow whatever hand is feeding him at the time.

day 14: free day! this time in me tossing my trans and greyace headcanons onto artoirel: trying on lingerie for the first time flavor

archiveofourown.org/works/70873626

a snippet from the linked fic. it reads: Janne's lips part. He wordlessly takes the papers in his hands. It's… it's a deed. "I was able to handle most of this on my own," Quimperain says. "And I guess I could've handled this as well, but I wanted you to take part. My name is already on the paperwork. I wanted you to have part stake. You've given up everything for me, so I wanted to go into this together. As equals."

day 13: over the moon! have some jannequimp fluff. as a treat

archiveofourown.org/works/70825071

snippet from the fic linked. it reads: "I hope I am not being too presumptuous, but shall I assume you are here for something of a supernatural origin?" "You are correct. I believe I may be possessed." Artoirel's eyes go wide, even as Steph snorts behind him. Tedalgrinche turns the slightest bit to glare at him. "Have some class, Haillenarte." Steph smiles, like he has been told a nice joke. "It's about time one of you did. Messing with demons is bound to mess with you eventually."

day 12: zenith! have some ted and steve and artoirel and janne having some magical complications

archiveofourown.org/works/70762001

a picture of ysayle in the palace of lyhe ghiah, transformed into the fae king titania. she is wearing a dress reminiscent of an eternal bonding gown in silver, the skirt of which fans out into petal-like patterns. she is wearing the eden sandals. she is holding the omega-f staff don't worry about that she looks cool though

titania ysayle after chasing ran'jit out of il mheg. she looks down upon the warrior of light, olivier, with the night sky and lyhe ghiah in the background

the same scene moments later, but now ysayle is glancing with a sad expression at haurchefant, who is wearing the garb of a crystarium guard.

titania ysayle hovering in the air with a backdrop of il mheg

aaaaand some titania ysayle because i Love Her. in #olivier 's canon, both ysayle and haurchefant get yoinked to the first so i can play dolls with them more. i mean because they deserved better

shiva, as depicted earlier in the thread. this view shows further details, including black ruffles and bronze accents. you can just barely see that she has golden yellow highlights. the crystal in her helm is ice blue, instead of the regular red. her clouded eyes are closer in paleness to ryne's instead of minfilia's glowing ones, and evokes an effect more similar to menphina's eyes

also a close-up of her design so you can see some elements better