#elibraddock

[dragons-bones]

How did Aymeric pay for his subscription to Synnove's love and affection?

... ... with his Aymerican Express card.

I will see myself out. ♥

REV I SWEAR TO GOD

[meandering-mind]

Send 🎤and my muse will tell yours what they think of them! Maril for Elijah :]

“I think sir Braddock is one of those who just so happened to have burned their image into my memory. Our meetings have been fleeting, mere seconds in the greater picture I am sure. But memorable, and I think.. Being memorable, in this world. That really tells you something, in a time where even I seem to be fading.”

[chameleon-cryptid]

Smash or Pass: Take you back to Elijah and the basement. :]

“Would definitely, DEFINITELY smash.”

[rhotano-rose]

Please send Rev your support.

I don’t know if this is right of me to do or if it’s my place, but I’m very, very worried for a friend of mine and I know he’s a friend and beloved one to many people within the FFXIV community and beyond. So I want to send as much love and support his way as possible.

@elibraddock has been nothing but an incredible friend and rp partner to me, as I know he has been to many others. He’s been a source of positivity and support to those in need of it, regardless of his own personal trials. And since roughly the start of 2019, he has been faced with a number of them, but within the last month alone his life has been turned upside-down. The general gist of things can be read on his blog, for those unaware or not up-to-date. Suffice to say, things apparently came to a head last night (June 20th), and even he doesn’t know if/when he’ll be able to return.

If I’m honest, I’m very anxious and scared for him and can ultimately only hope that he will see the messages I’ve sent to him and that I’m sure others have as well. I wish the best for his family as well; from what I’ve heard, this situation has been difficult for everyone involved, so I hope things are alright on their end as well.

I know there are people out there who either aren’t fond of Rev, don’t agree with him on certain things, or fell out with him-- and that’s fine. Those things happen. But if you’ve been considering reaching out to him, please let this be the sign that you should, even if it’s just to say you wish him well. No one deserves to go through the pain he has.

I’ll cut off my rambling for now. TL;DR -- Rev’s in a rough place and I think it’d be nice for him to come back to an avalanche of love and support, after all of the shit he’s been through. I wish him as smooth a recovery as possible and hope things get back on track for him soon.

[winterdeepelegy]

Send my muse “Sexy Time” + any nsfw question, and my muse has to answer it: for Glace. When was the last time someone played with his Project: Colossus? :]

“...Recent.  I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled. “Not to say it was -bad- but it wasn’t like me to... y’know... pay for it.  Prior to that, months.”

[tiergan-vashir]

“PLOT:” The Savage Lion meets the White Lion of Garlemald (Revarik) before clashing over the interpretation that Tiergan believes Revarik to be 'Imperial'-scum come to collect him. Perhaps due to the former Praefectus of the XIIIth's reputation. However, amidst their clash the two become surrounded by Imperial soldiers before they briefly put aside their differences to fend off the Empire's attempt to apprehend them both.

fuck no || not really interested || huh?? || give me more details… || sure why not || OMFG YES

I am down for some sudden conflict that turns into a potential truce that Tiergan internally struggles with a little bit, because Garlean.

[roegadamnit]

What's Lunar Lioness' favor color? Are they an introvert or an extrovert? Have they ever been arrested? What kind of spending habits do they have?

She is partial to soft shades of violet and purple and wears them very well! Purple flowers especially are something she loves.

Lunar is an ambivert - she enjoys the company of others, but too much of it can put her in a grumpy, tired mood. Time to herself is a must, but too much of that can lead to her turning melancholy. It’s a delicate balance!

Getting arrested is for people that don’t have the right kind of connections. Lunar’s not a criminal, but sometimes good deeds tread a bit over the line of lawful. A few too-close calls have lead to some linkpearl conversations with her scary aunt, Midnight ( @witchinghourxiv ). Miraculously, after those conversations, any charges that would’ve been brought upon Lunar just.. vanish.

By and large, Lunar is a rather frugal person. She tallies her expenses carefully, budgeting appropriately so as to maintain her lifestyle. If there’s one area where she may go a little bit overboard from time to time, it’s on food. She loves food. One of her private life-long quests is to sample every damn dish that exists.

[shroudkeeper]

❛ You’re a mystery worth solving. ❜ -- Revarik to Rivienne

There is a fire ignited behind her auric, piercing gaze, as this particular woodland nymph looked at the Garlean afore her. His hair of white, his penetrating gaze, and that confident smile that rarely found itself removed from the comfort of his lips. She knew him well. 

Rivienne’s hair is aglow by the touch of sunlight, a halo of dawn crowned her as she began to circle him, predatory and yet her elegance was not lost in her languid stride.

Tulle and spider’s silk brushed against the summer’s ensnared heat found upon her skin. If her body was to be a mystery, then it was revealed for all to see. Her figure was no secret - not to anyone here.

With the morning’s light, her visage is shadowed as her head tilts down, allowing their eyes to meet, finally. She breathes in deeply the air betwixt them, and for a moment, one could see one of her blooms give a shudder as she parted her lips and spoke quietly against his cheek.

“There art but some mysteries that needeth not to be unveiled, try as one may. Mm, however, doth thou hath such patience to try to peel away the layers of this flower? To find what lieth beyond these thorns masking as petals?”

Every word is slowly spoken, and though he could feel the warmth of her breath brush him, the sound of her voice resonates in the air, coming from elsewhere other than herself. Dangerously close she had become that he could feel the kiss of her lashes before she withdrew and gave him naught more; a smile does touch her lips and the beams of sunlight filled her eyes.

SHIPPY-ISH/FLUFF-ISH STARTERS@elibraddock