I’ve been wanting to do something like this for awhile since I saw the templates quite some time ago. So why not make this a Meme of sorts for people who want to do it?
The Template I used is found >> HERE << but they have a lot of Templates to choose from ^.^
Sooooooooo... I’m going to yeet this at a few people who might be interested in doing something like this. So... tagging @theaetherhealerffxiv @talechaser-ffxiv @skyysinger @unatobajhiri @sola-ffxiv @nyrs-nook and maybe @benes-diction :3 I actually did this in Gimp which... was a task so... I’m sure you guys can do much better ;v;
Tagging @thedarkestdragonknight for a partial response/mention to their open RP thread “Captured” !
It was somewhat normal, Celia supposed, for her to not hear from people. Though Alderique and Hayabusa were her near-constant companions, Arduro could be absent for extended periods of time when taking bodyguard work. And it wasn’t uncommon for her to not hear from Jacques.
It wasn’t… alarming. Really, it wasn’t.
Still, in the wee hours of the morning with only the dim glow of a lantern and the cool desert breeze drifting in her window to keep her company, Celia’s mind raced. The desk chronometer ticked away, and she could have sworn the little flame in her lantern swayed to the steady beat. Her pen hovered over the parchment in front of her, papers full of notes and names. The letters blurred together now. She’d been over them dozens of times, if not more, trying to figure out who would be an asset, where her aunt would take the Garlean refugees, which places would be friendly to Garleans escaping the empire…
The list of people she knew she could trust was growing smaller and smaller with every tinge of doubt.
And when not driving herself to tears with her familial worries, she found herself moving from that puzzle to the one Jacques had presented her so long ago.
She’d made a small copy of the reports that had been smuggled to Jacques by her aunt—or at least what she had been able to recall. She’d left the reports in Jacques’ possessions, had pondered over the information and tried to research as much as she could to help Jacques learn more. She’d even gotten scolded for neglecting to eat and sleep as much as she should have while in the midst of it.
And she was doing it again now.
And she hadn’t heard from Jacques.
Her nails tapped against the side of her pen. They hadn’t parted on bad terms, she reminded herself. Sure, Jacques had scolded her for not taking better care of herself, but…
She tapped faster. Tiny specks of ink spattered onto her papers.
What if she’d made him angry? What if that was why she hadn’t gotten an update from him?
What if… he decided that it was too much for him to be friends with a Garlean? After everything he’d been put through... she really couldn’t blame him. Avoidance was a natural reaction to handling trauma, and... Jacques had experienced so much of it. But oh... What if it wasn’t because he was dealing with the memories? What if it was her? What if she had done something wrong?
What if she had done something wrong… again?
She could simply… call him over linkpearl, perhaps. But if he was upset with her, that would make it worse. And… it would be cowardly to contact him so indirectly. And if she really had done something wrong, that would make it all so much worse.
Celia dropped her pen, letting it clatter off her desk to the floor as she hid her face in her hands, smearing ink across the scar stretching across her nose and cheek.
Would it be overstepping her bounds if she went to Jacques’ home in person to ask around? Would they mind terribly if she simply… showed up unannounced? Demanding answers, spouting apologies that she knew wouldn’t remedy much if she had truly done something wrong?
There was too much on her plate. Far, far too much.
She’d... She’d finish up the current thread of investigation, she decided, and then see about stopping by. She’d apologize in person, out loud.
I apologize if these are quite dark but I wanted to get a bit of a feel for that since I am likely going to be doing some small edits to them and giving Jac a bit of a more... dark tone and vibe. These are basically tied into the recent story that I posted a couple weeks ago (”Captured” for those interested, Warnings for 5.1 Spoilers as well as general body horror and disturbing imagery) and for the most part take Jac back to his OG armor before he started to open up with those that he has gotten close with.
I will admit that I love the first one the most out of this set of shots just because it captures EVERYTHING I was going for with it. Now to go in and ruin these with my terrible editing skills later after a nap 8D
A huge thank you to @benes-diction who helped with this new glamour for the local dergin. Even... though you can’t see the boots... THEY ARE THERE! I mainly wanted to focus on his face and more specifically the mask because it looks like a muzzle to me >.>
Lina wasn't certain where to deliver this letter to, so she entrusted it to the moogles. Inside the envelope a letter as well as a handful of shiny trinkets. The letter read, "Jacques, I know I'm not in a position to be asking anything of you, since we don't know each other very well. Even so, I know how fond you are of the dragons in Anyx Trine. I have to go away for a while, and I don't want Sleipnir to get lonely. Will you check on him from time to time? Don't give him sugar. Love, Lina."
The letter had found its way to him easily enough... and while Jacques was never that fond of the Moogles to begin with, usually whenever one came knocking it meant something was needed. His eyes squinted ever so slightly as the poor thing seemed to be utterly exhausted, how long had it been trying to find him if it was huffing and puffing for breath?
A low sigh came from the Au Ra before he carefully took the letter that the furry little creature had brought him and he dismissed it so it could go rest. This wasn’t a letter from anyone that normally sent him things and now he was curious... slitting open the top with a claw he found the trinkets inside to be... strange at first but then once he took the letter out and began to read, well it made sense. Somewhat.
Mix colored eyes scanned over the writing and he had to go over it several times just to make sure he’d read it correctly. While he hadn’t known Lina for long, she was a comforting presence whenever he did see her. Especially whenever he happened to be out near Anyx Trine... her bubbly personality always seemed to bring a smile to his face and cheer him up in the worst of times.
His tail twitched as he tried to figure out just why she had sent this to him... this wasn’t normal for her. Even if he didn’t know her for long he knew her personality and this... this wasn’t right, something was off and he was feeling that worry beginning to pool in his gut. Another twitch of the tail came and he grimaced ever so slightly before finally settling on going to the place in question. Perhaps she was still there?
Teleporting was never fun but given how urgent things seemed the Au Ra didn’t seem to care. Once there, the man was scaling up towards the top... keeping an eye out in case Lina could potentially be there, but he wasn’t going to find anything. A frown crossed his features as he walked out onto one of the large platforms and he stood near a Wyvern that was resting nearby... the Dragons always seemed to enjoy his company so why not spend a moment with one while he tried to wrap his mind around this letter.
Nothing was right about it... why would Lina send this to him and give him the thought that... she wasn’t coming back? His lips curled into a grimace as he once again read the parchment over repeatedly... not even realizing that he suddenly had a familiar little whelp landing on his shoulder until the thing had chirped at him which caused him to jump ever so slightly... “....... I hope she comes back...” he muttered out as he carefully brought a hand up to rest on Sleipnir’s back “For you and for everyone else that will miss her...”
@unatobajhiri is such a wonderful and talented person who I am so deeply lucky to have in my life now. They are such a wonderful friend and I cannot thank them enough for just being here and putting up with my weird shenaningans. So... I’m gonna yeet one of the Screenshots they took (Which I think is just about everyone’s favorite that has seen it so far >.>) because they went to bed and didn’t post it obviously!
Jac and Una’to resting and a certain dergin giving all the happy purrs and headbonk snuggles because he really does enjoy spending all the time he can with Una’to. And honestly, I think this image captures just how Jac is with the people that he truly does love and hold deep bonds with.
@skyysinger helping me with my stupid ideas and also playing around with things to try and get stuff for possible feels punching screenshots later on. Jac is... too tall... always too all... hur hur hur
Also have to thank them for tolerating me when I am pretty much at my worst right now... thank you for putting up with my stupid ass and with all the shit that I’ve been doing lately.
