Ser Something, Not One of the Twelve Guys

"Ser Aymeric has told me much and more about you. Suffice to say my expectations are high."Independent FFXIV RP blog for the constantly overworked Second Commander of the Temple Knights - Ser Handeloup.

[ser-handeloup]

wayward-whelpling replied to your post “Do I… do I have to get involved in the rebuilding of Ishgard?”

And he never will. c:

[ser-handeloup]

Do I... do I have to get involved in the rebuilding of Ishgard?

[tuhis]

It’s Little Ladies’ Day, which means I draw my favorite Ishgardian little lady (and her father) again.

Except this time they’re namazu.

[ser-handeloup]

“Both are very convincing about being the real one...”

[ser-handeloup]

Ser Handelop, a good boy and hard-working bunny

[ser-handeloup]

Accomplished adventurer and friend to Ishgard, I look forward to facing her in the Ul Cup!

‘Tis an honor to be invited.

[ser-handeloup]

(bonus hug:

[ser-handeloup]

Ishgardian Tech Support, how may I help you?

We are aware that Bridge still does not function properly.

[tuhis]

Mathilde in her Starlight best, based on a dress I saw a little girl wear earlier this week.

[tuhis]

A Halloween-related short starring @ser-handeloup and his family.

[ser-handeloup]

((in which I ask you to please ignore the realm-incorrect terminology and appreciate the daughter’s thinking.))

[ser-handeloup]

Putting the loup in “Handeloup”!

[obnoxiousnoxian-deactivated2015]

Reblog this if you're having fun playing your character.

[forpleasureandprofit-blog]

Because it needs more of this. I want to see that people are having fun playing the muse that they’ve chosen. Not feeling obligated/pressured to play their muse the way they “should”; ie, the way others might try to pressure them into doing and trying to control them.

[tuhis]

“Just a regular morning… of a regular day…”

Those fluffy ears would be nice and warm to have in Ishgard, no?

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Arena/Gladiator Sentence Starters

Requested by Anonymous

“Come at me!” 

“I will end your win streak right here!” 

“I’ve faced worse.” 

“I’ll make this quick.” 

“Stand still!” 

“You look like you couldn’t even hurt a fly.” 

“Didn’t know I was going to be fighting a child.” 

“It’s nothing personal.” 

“Ready to give up?”

“You couldn’t even punch a wall.” 

“Looks like you’re on the ropes.” 

“This’ll be easy.” 

“Please, we don’t have to do this!” 

“They sent you out unprepared?!”

“What’d you think is behind that gate?” 

“Looks like we’ll be fighting alongside each other, old friend.” 

“I hate to see you on the other side of the arena, my friend.” 

“You may be big, but you ain’t stupid.” 

“Had enough?” 

“Look, I hate you, but I hate them more. Can we call a truce just for this fight?” 

“This match’ll be a bore.” 

“They gave me the wrong weapon!” 

“Stand up and face me!” 

“Get up!” 

“Stay down!” 

“We fight until one doesn’t get back up.” 

“How many fights have you been in already today?” 

“You look like you can barely stand.” 

“What kind of creature are you?” 

“One on one; come on!” 

“You. Me. Fight to the death.” 

[grymfared]

sometimesshattered:

Post-battle ‘OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it, let’s bang’ is a fun trope and all, but do you know what I wanna see more of in my threads?

Post-battle: -Lacing their bloodstained fingers together and giving a reassuring squeeze to let the other know they’re alright -forehead touches accompanied by relieved chuckles and shared breath -’OMG we’re alive, I can’t believe it’ bear hugs that nearly crush the life out of each other, but ‘holy shit we’re alive so I don’t care if it feels like you’re about to break my back just don’t let go!’ -Bloodied fingertips reaching up to clean away dirt from the other’s features, only to smear it across their nose or cheek, causing them both to laugh and stare at each other adoringly -Anxiously checking each other over before the dust even settles, thanking whatever higher power exists that neither are badly wounded -Carefully cleaning and bandaging each others wounds once they’ve made it to a safe place -Falling asleep in each other’s arms from sheer exhaustion, as the adrenaline finally wears off on the ride home -Finally finding each other on the battlefield, practically leaping at one another in relief, before backpedaling in discomfort from all the wounds they didn’t realize they had, only to chuckle about it and pull each other into a soft, affectionate kiss, smiling like idiots through it all because ‘dammit, we survived!’

Seriously, I just want more post-battle fluff that doesn’t automatically lead to sex. Because, let’s be realistic, there’s no way either one of them has the energy for that post-battle.

[ser-handeloup]

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation or 🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

🔪

“It’s after us!”“I know.” Handeloup felt cold sweat rise on his brow. The airship was approaching the city at maximum speed, the dragon right at its trail.“We have to slow down! We can’t land going this fast!”

But slowing down would mean the dragon catching up, and clearing the airship fro the sky and ito the abyss below. Handeloup gripped the railing, eyes on the dragon, thinking. Fast.

“Keep the speed. We’ll have time to slow down after the wards. Be prepared to pull-”

The dragon drew breath.

“To the left, now!”

The men abroad struggled to hold; someone fell over and tumbled across the board. Handeloup’s own knuckles were white as he gripped the railing, the ball of fire passing them and slamming into the magicked wards.

“Up! As sharp as we can!”

Nobody stumbled this time, everyone holding fast; the knight gripping the steering wheel dug his heels into the boards. The fireball left the ship’s tail a little blackened, but nothing caught fire. Nothing broke. Thank the Fury. Now once more...

“To the right!”

The dragon had to give chase again, drawing deep breaths having given the airship some headway. It closed in-

“...and dive! Full speed! Keep the course until we’re past the wards! Those who can still hold a bow, shoot!”

He knew full well the ride had been too rough for most if any of the remaining knights to be able to hold a bow, let alone aim. Eyes still on the dragon, he was amazed to watch arrows fly in the direction of its wings. They did not hit, but the dragon’s wings were just slightly out of optimal pace. It stopped, it drew breath...

O Halone,the hand that holds your spear has grown weary, take me in Your halls and let me rest...

It exhaled.

...comfort mine wife in her grief, and let her child see the sky that need not be feared...

There was a swoosh as the ship dove through the wards, and the dragon’s last fireball dissipated a hair’s width after the ship’s tail.

“To the right, pull up! Lose the speed, circle the city clockwise.” His eyes were still on the retreating dragon.

“We can’t clear the bridge!”

“Dive under!”

The airship scraped the top of the stone arch as it passed under it. “For Fury’s sake, can you slow down?!”

“Doing my utmost, ser!”

Handeloup’s hand trembled as he detached it from the railing he’d gripped, to press on his linkpearl. “If you didn’t see us come in, you missed out,” he spoke, “clear us a landing area- no, ours don’t need a medic, if aught we need to sit down on solid ground. And pray warn Gibrillont we are in need of hot stew.” Click. “Alright, lads- we’re home! Halone be praised, we made it home!”

He was the last to get off the ship. Partly because he wanted to see the men he’d led safe. Partly because he could not pry his hand off the railing while waiting for his racing heart to calm.