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Someone found my old villains post I see. Considering I haven’t really posted anything on tumblr in over two years, that’s really surprising.
If you want to see my more recent posts, please have a look at Twitter.com/castorrelore
Also, I’m alive... kind of. Depression is still raging but I do exist.
-Comes back to tumblr for 2 seconds to interact with a friend- -Immediately sees a post bashing one of my favorite characters.- And this is why I haven’t been on in forever...
Yo, the Journeys arrangement album is really good guys!
send my muse “I think I’m falling in love with you.” to see their reaction !
Zenos yae Galvus is Asexual and nothing anyone says can change my mind. (Of course, you are open to your interpretation of the character)
Coronation
“Your Radiance.” “Eclair.” Varis inclined his head, platinum hair draping lazily over his ears and falling to his cheeks. “Have you come to see me crowned? The embarrassment and spectacle that it is.” “A wonderful spectacle for a man who rightly should be crowned.” The blue woman smiled, her teeth white as pearls but ever so slightly too sharp for the mouth of a fair woman. He would send her to have them filed later. “Your long fight with your family is finally ended. Lord Regula is beside himself with pride. Her Radiance is beaming as I’ve never seen her and for a woman made of light, that is no small task.”
“And, you, my dear? You are just as you always have been: my loyal Eclair. I assume you know that this time is heralded as one in which the subjects might ask their new Emperor for anything. Tis the tradition - at least of my grandfather. My uncle had no time to even sit the crown upon his scalp before Regula’s bastard sword sent it brained and bloody to the ground.”
Eclair’s lips tweaked in an uneasy grin. “You can be so poetic when you try. Had I not need to think of brain and blood on such a day, however, Your Radiance. But yes, I am aware of this tradition. Before the crown is sat upon your head, I might ask one boon of you given the chance. And you allowed me the visit so I assume you will allow me to ask this gift of you.”
He stared at her, unanswering, but he spoke so rarely that she read his golden gimlet eyes with a fluency that was oft reserved for scholars of the word. She approached, raven dark hair pulled into thick curls at the back of her head. Small swirled tufts fell in front of her equally small and pointed ears. He would not deny that she was a beautiful woman grown, but he could barely put the image of her at five-and-ten, barefoot and chasing shoats through the sow houses. It brought a small, rare smile to him. It did not go unnoticed.
“Are you thinking of something foolish I’ve done in the past again?” She stood right in front of him. Some women may do that to show their want. But not her, no. She was ever curt, respectful and did not touch him unless bidden to.
“I was. When you caught that spotted shoat and brought it to Claudia after she spoke of wanting a pot-bellied pig for a pet.” Varis barely contained laughter, a rare thing from him as well.
“That was the only time I ever saw you lose your mind to humor.” Her gentle eyes peered at him, barely any taller standing than he was seated. Not to say she was small, at nearly 6-fulms-6-ilms. He was a large man at nearly 8-fulms and dwarfed even the tallest of men and some magitek as well. “Would that I had known there was a difference between sows and shoats at that age.”
“Claudia would have kept it if not for the fact that it would grow into a raging beast.”
“It was cute. I still remember it. Small, covered in tiny little fur and wiggly. I do believe it took a half-dozen of your personal guard to catch it once it set loose in her quarters.”
“And then escaped into the rose garden. Grandfather was not at all pleased that his roses were trampled so thoroughly.”
“His anger was the only reason I wasn’t punished, I bet.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have punished you for such a thing in any case - you simply wanted to please Claudia. And it pleased me when I saw the old bastard’s maw half open with rage.”
“That is good to know. Perhaps I ought to bring more pets home.” Her look was innocent but her jest anything but. “I would love to have a goose, or a wild cat, perhaps even a dragon!”
“Is that the boon you want? A parakeet or puss or a lizard? Do you not have enough snakes, geckos, and cats to last you a lifetime?” He placed his hands around her hips and brought her to sit on his lap. For once, he was looking up, ever so slightly, at someone. His breath grazed her lips, his nose pressed lightly against hers.
“I would not waste such a gift on things I could easily buy myself.” Slender fingers wrapped around the back of his neck.
“What would you like then? A wardrobe of designer gowns, purses, boots? A manor in some faraway paradise? A guard to escort you?”
She frowned. “Again, I do not need things I could buy myself. Well, perhaps not the manor, at least not easily. But it is not things I want, Varis. I simply want you to swear to me that you will be safe. That you shall not fall to your family or anyone else who may want that crown.”
“Ah, Eclair. You need not worry…” he led her hand to his groin, and had her clench her fist. A blush reddened her cheeks until she realized he had shoved the barrel of his long pistol into her hand. “I would not dare sully my name by dying just as soon as I was crowned. My uncle did that for me.”
She lifted the gun and looked at, before sighing. “A fine weapon, I think. I have no good knowledge of guns or any such thing. Will that truly be all you need. Perhaps Lord Regula should serve as your personal guard?”
“That would be a slap in the face for a Legatus, Eclair. A Legatus is meant to fight, not sit beside the throne day in and out, waiting for an attack that may never come. Do not worry about my safety. I have more eyes and ears in this world than you could possibly dream of.”
“And weapons?”
“And weapons.” He lifted the duskwight to her feet and retrieved his firearm. “Go, I must ready myself. And you should go put on your finer things.”
“Yes, Your Radiance.” She gave him a smile and a bow before leaving him. The door closed with barely a sound. After a moment, he slouched in his chair, his legs spreading in comfort. He crossed his fingers in his lap and thought about how this was his life - his role in things. It had been no easy role to play, nothing was easy for a man to be Emperor. Where his grandfather had lost a son, Varis had lost a wife. And then a second during childbirth. Both the woman and the child. They had steeled him, locked his heart beneath a fount as frozen as the winter. He had children with no mothers and a wife with no children. Though she loves them as her own, even Zenos, he could give neither party what they wanted or needed. Bastards plenty he had sired, but true born children - heirs? A child for the wife he himself had chosen? Nay.
Varis could have all the victories of war he wanted. He could command the entire Garlean host to march upon the world with little to stop him but he could not provide for Claudia or his young children more than material. He could still hear Solus laughing at him from his deathbed. “Do not continue to disappoint me, Varis. I will know.” Varis had suffocated the old man with a pillow, his rage was so great. But no one would suggest that. The Emperor was exceedingly ill, in pain - he simply helped the old bastard cross over.
“Your Radiance - “ A servant saluted him and spoke again when Varis acknowledged them. “It is almost time. Shall I assist you?”
“No. I will be out in a moment.” Varis watched the servant bow and leave before he rose from the chair. This would be the last day he slept in his High Legatus’ chambers. He would have to appoint a new one. And then, he would have to tear everything from his Grandfather’s quarters - till nothing of the old fuck was left save the skeleton.
the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Coronation
“Your Radiance.” “Eclair.” Varis inclined his head, platinum hair draping lazily over his ears and falling to his cheeks. “Have you come to see me crowned? The embarrassment and spectacle that it is.” “A wonderful spectacle for a man who rightly should be crowned.” The blue woman smiled, her teeth white as pearls but ever so slightly too sharp for the mouth of a fair woman. He would send her to have them filed later. “Your long fight with your family is finally ended. Lord Regula is beside himself with pride. Her Radiance is beaming as I’ve never seen her and for a woman made of light, that is no small task.”
“And, you, my dear? You are just as you always have been: my loyal Eclair. I assume you know that this time is heralded as one in which the subjects might ask their new Emperor for anything. Tis the tradition - at least of my grandfather. My uncle had no time to even sit the crown upon his scalp before Regula’s bastard sword sent it brained and bloody to the ground.”
Eclair’s lips tweaked in an uneasy grin. “You can be so poetic when you try. Had I not need to think of brain and blood on such a day, however, Your Radiance. But yes, I am aware of this tradition. Before the crown is sat upon your head, I might ask one boon of you given the chance. And you allowed me the visit so I assume you will allow me to ask this gift of you.”
He stared at her, unanswering, but he spoke so rarely that she read his golden gimlet eyes with a fluency that was oft reserved for scholars of the word. She approached, raven dark hair pulled into thick curls at the back of her head. Small swirled tufts fell in front of her equally small and pointed ears. He would not deny that she was a beautiful woman grown, but he could barely put the image of her at five-and-ten, barefoot and chasing shoats through the sow houses. It brought a small, rare smile to him. It did not go unnoticed.
“Are you thinking of something foolish I’ve done in the past again?” She stood right in front of him. Some women may do that to show their want. But not her, no. She was ever curt, respectful and did not touch him unless bidden to.
“I was. When you caught that spotted shoat and brought it to Claudia after she spoke of wanting a pot-bellied pig for a pet.” Varis barely contained laughter, a rare thing from him as well.
“That was the only time I ever saw you lose your mind to humor.” Her gentle eyes peered at him, barely any taller standing than he was seated. Not to say she was small, at nearly 6-fulms-6-ilms. He was a large man at nearly 8-fulms and dwarfed even the tallest of men and some magitek as well. “Would that I had known there was a difference between sows and shoats at that age.”
“Claudia would have kept it if not for the fact that it would grow into a raging beast.”
“It was cute. I still remember it. Small, covered in tiny little fur and wiggly. I do believe it took a half-dozen of your personal guard to catch it once it set loose in her quarters.”
“And then escaped into the rose garden. Grandfather was not at all pleased that his roses were trampled so thoroughly.”
“His anger was the only reason I wasn’t punished, I bet.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have punished you for such a thing in any case - you simply wanted to please Claudia. And it pleased me when I saw the old bastard’s maw half open with rage.”
“That is good to know. Perhaps I ought to bring more pets home.” Her look was innocent but her jest anything but. “I would love to have a goose, or a wild cat, perhaps even a dragon!”
“Is that the boon you want? A parakeet or puss or a lizard? Do you not have enough snakes, geckos, and cats to last you a lifetime?” He placed his hands around her hips and brought her to sit on his lap. For once, he was looking up, ever so slightly, at someone. His breath grazed her lips, his nose pressed lightly against hers.
“I would not waste such a gift on things I could easily buy myself.” Slender fingers wrapped around the back of his neck.
“What would you like then? A wardrobe of designer gowns, purses, boots? A manor in some faraway paradise? A guard to escort you?”
She frowned. “Again, I do not need things I could buy myself. Well, perhaps not the manor, at least not easily. But it is not things I want, Varis. I simply want you to swear to me that you will be safe. That you shall not fall to your family or anyone else who may want that crown.”
“Ah, Eclair. You need not worry...” he led her hand to his groin, and had her clench her fist. A blush reddened her cheeks until she realized he had shoved the barrel of his long pistol into her hand. “I would not dare sully my name by dying just as soon as I was crowned. My uncle did that for me.”
She lifted the gun and looked at, before sighing. “A fine weapon, I think. I have no good knowledge of guns or any such thing. Will that truly be all you need. Perhaps Lord Regula should serve as your personal guard?”
“That would be a slap in the face for a Legatus, Eclair. A Legatus is meant to fight, not sit beside the throne day in and out, waiting for an attack that may never come. Do not worry about my safety. I have more eyes and ears in this world than you could possibly dream of.”
“And weapons?”
“And weapons.” He lifted the duskwight to her feet and retrieved his firearm. “Go, I must ready myself. And you should go put on your finer things.”
“Yes, Your Radiance.” She gave him a smile and a bow before leaving him. The door closed with barely a sound. After a moment, he slouched in his chair, his legs spreading in comfort. He crossed his fingers in his lap and thought about how this was his life - his role in things. It had been no easy role to play, nothing was easy for a man to be Emperor. Where his grandfather had lost a son, Varis had lost a wife. And then a second during childbirth. Both the woman and the child. They had steeled him, locked his heart beneath a fount as frozen as the winter. He had children with no mothers and a wife with no children. Though she loves them as her own, even Zenos, he could give neither party what they wanted or needed. Bastards plenty he had sired, but true born children - heirs? A child for the wife he himself had chosen? Nay.
Varis could have all the victories of war he wanted. He could command the entire Garlean host to march upon the world with little to stop him but he could not provide for Claudia or his young children more than material. He could still hear Solus laughing at him from his deathbed. “Do not continue to disappoint me, Varis. I will know.” Varis had suffocated the old man with a pillow, his rage was so great. But no one would suggest that. The Emperor was exceedingly ill, in pain - he simply helped the old bastard cross over.
“Your Radiance - “ A servant saluted him and spoke again when Varis acknowledged them. “It is almost time. Shall I assist you?”
“No. I will be out in a moment.” Varis watched the servant bow and leave before he rose from the chair. This would be the last day he slept in his High Legatus’ chambers. He would have to appoint a new one. And then, he would have to tear everything from his Grandfather’s quarters - till nothing of the old fuck was left save the skeleton.
FFXIV ANIME SCREENSHOT REDRAW IN YO FACE! This time, it’s the Ultimate Troll Lord, the Mr.BitchI’mFabulous himself, Solus zos Galvus. This moment comes from the cutscene, “Seiryu’s Wall” Scene #2 The background took a LOT longer than I expected to paint x_x
I have risen from the dead. And returned to grace your tunglrs with Varis pining.
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A little XIV fanart morsel while I sit here, waiting for late June to just come around already. So, I don’t usually look forward to what’s likely gonna be the antagonist for a game, buuuut I’ll make an exception for a grandpa reborn here.
Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships
Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too
@palaceofthedeadmemes GUESS WHO I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF
If there’s one thing I learned since I signed up on 10/18/2012 2:29:05 PM, it’s that #husbando takes up too much of my time.
When's the last time someone called you by your first name?
… This morning when I awoke to a… surprise visit.
“...Varis, Varis, Varis... sweet cheeks mcbuffboi”