#here goes.

[finn0la]

behold...the "more serious law piece" i mentioned here!! i will draw someone else after this i swear

[sezja]

Febuwhump Day 1: Head Wound Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Triggers/Content warnings: n/a

Memories slip through Sanson's fingers. There was a battle; he remembers that. Where? None of the places he remembers, the fights he remembers, fit the jagged, painful edges of the void in his thoughts. Heavy and thick, his head feels; there were more wounds elsewhere, he dimly recalls, but they have since been mended. His skin tingles where conjury continues to do its work, knitting the flesh.

He opens his eyes. Searing light, too bright. With a grunt of pain, he closes them again, but the world still whirls behind his eyes.

Sanson swears, finding words he hadn't known he knew ready on his tongue.

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty's awake." That voice. What a beautiful voice! It tugs at his memories, stirring emotions he can't quite name yet. Slower, more careful this time, Sanson forces his eyes open once more...

A man, an Elezen man sitting at his bedside, looking - for all his nonchalant tone - as though he hasn't slept in days. That's relief in those piercing blue eyes. How long have I been out? Sanson wonders, vaguely horrified by the thought of all he might have missed, even if he cannot immediately recall what that might be. It will come. He feels it lurking around the corners of his pounding head. For now, though, little matters beyond this lovely creature sitting at his side, with his lovely voice.

"I know you," Sanson says, sure of it. He has kissed those lips. He is certain of it.

Quiet alarm flares in those too-familiar eyes. "Aye," the man says, slowly. "That you do. I don't reckon you've got my name rattling around in that cracked skull of yours?"

Cracked? Sanson lifts one hand, awkwardly feeling at his head. Bandages meet his fingers, stiff and heavy. "What...?" He feels hazy, dizzy. Foggy. Cracked skull, indeed.

The man pulls Sanson's hand away from the bandages, securing it within his own. "You took a nasty fall, Sanson, but damn if you didn't take your foe down with you. There was-" He pauses, collects himself. Sanson squeezes his hand; the man squeezes back. "...There was an awful lot of blood, Chief, but they say head wounds bleed-"

"Guydelot." Frustration and affection and exasperation and love. And love. And love. He remembers. "Guydelot, I'm..." He squeezes the bard's hand again, not entirely certain what he wishes to say.

It doesn't matter; Guydelot leans forward, stealing whatever he was going to say with a kiss.

"Rest up," he says, drawing back only far enough to place a kiss on Sanson's bandaged forehead. "I'll give you a lengthy lecture on risking your damn life once you're fit to hear it, eh? 'Til then, you just worry about keeping your head in one piece."

"Mm." Not needing to be told twice, Sanson closes his eyes.

"...You wanna give me my hand back, Chief?"

"No."

A quiet chuckle. "Suits me fine."

[fateology]

16!

[angelic-guardienne]

So what if i had... several masterlists.

[pannthxr]

-knock knock- HOUSEKEEPING!

((As per usual, I’m gonna pop this under a Read More to spare y’ins’ dashes. The oldest posts are on the top, though thanks to Tumblr being a fully-fucked-up website... the order’s not perfect.

DRAFTS OWED

@vraileretif​

@snowheist​

@cast-r​

@queenxfjustice​ (x2)

@snowblackamagi​

@knavist​ (x2)

@ryxji​

@immoralii​

@empereurvoleur​ (x2)

@thewiildcard​ (x2)

@the-taboo-king​

@detectivemasked

ASKS OWED

@papesse-de-fer

@emperesque

@datsurakurokku

@hazuukashi))

[qi-rong-enjoyer]

by the way idk if anybody else is aware but you can add id text onto your image posts. there's a button for it. if an image as a little thingy that says ALT, that means that image has id text

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

alright besties i’m rewatching the stranger things finale,,, pray for me 😩🙏