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Many Alts! Handle It!
Here's my current roster! All links go to the character’s tag.
For posts about all/most of my characters that may not be tagged individually, see #all the characters.
Note: At the time of this writing (July 2023), I only have in-game access to my Balmung alts plus Strammund due to my current FFXIV subscription type. I'll still take asks for any of them, though!
There was a meme going around about relationships... so how about Defiant Bride and Zedyr~? They’ve been together a while now, and it turns out they’re pretty compatible!
Peep that height difference, though.
Zedyr belongs to @renofmanyalts, template .psd found here!
♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together
An evening to meet again
It was a nice evening after a long day, a pleasent walk in the Mist. The cool air just started to set in after the sun descended and disappeared behind the horizon. Zedyr and Yla shared a good time, the two caught up on things they have missed over the moons they haven’t seen each other.Dinner, to bring more nostalgia was a nice plate of popoto pancakes topped with apple sauce, one of the first dishes the two friends shared when their friendship has just began. It was a simple breakfast back then, something the auri brought over as thanks for Zedyr’s aid, while the roegadyn provided the wonderful apple sauce.That silver necklace... Yla always had it on her, hidden under her shirt or armor but always with her in some way. The crescent moon embracing a sapphire hanging from her neck or kept safe in a hidden pocket. Since then she knew the origin of that precious piece from her father... She even found the matching pair over the years. It once belonged to her mother and father, a sweet memory and token of their bond and a key to their home that they kept secret from most.Yla was grateful to this day to her roegadyn friend that he repaired this so important piece of jewelry and eventually lead the two to bond and find a friend in one another.
With their bellies full, the two moved to the more comfortable couches of Zedyr’s home where they settled and shared more stories side by side while the evening rolled into night. The auri woman grew drowsy, her responses in her little notebook slowed down and the letters she wrote trailed down here and there instead of the usual straight, orderly lines.The pencil from her hand soon slipped and cluttered on the floor, rolled over to wander until it stopped on it’s own or bumped into something to find rest for the night just like it’s owner...The small raen leaned against Zedyr’s with her notebook in her lap, her chest rose and fell slowly and calmly as sleep claimed her on her friend’s side. Little did she know that she wasn’t the only one on this journey to the land of dreams. The seawolf himself fell asleep just the same and only the morning would bring small groans of discomfort when the raen finally roused from her dreamless slumber.Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she picked her head up to look around, flushing red immediately that she allowed exhaustion to take over when she visited a friend so important as Zedyr. She was embarrassed but seeing how peaceful the seawolf was, the raen decided to just cuddle back in close once more, enjoy the company of her dearly missed friend.
Assorted Adventurer Plates
I've been gradually working on creating portraits and adventurer plates for my characters as it occurs to me to do so.
It's really fun to figure out what to put in the background for the screenshots. I've been gradually refining my methods, and I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, but a lot of times I end up missing one or more details, lol
Further musings and an update of what's up with me lately under the cut:
⏳ (Zedyr)
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
I was also asked (by a different player) to share more about how he got his shop. This... only sort of answers that question.
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Who: Zedyr Guldarensyn, Maayan Delafontaine
What: Zedyr is trying.
Where: Ul’dah
When: One year after the Calamity.
Content warnings: alcohol, grief, brief drowning/death metaphor
Written for MAHI prompt words: DON’T, UNSEEN
Zedyr was drunk.
He'd come back to his room in the guild barracks, fleeing the full streets, the collective ache of the city under the veneer of desperate celebration. We're alive, the fireworks proclaimed. We're alive, and so are you.
Each shot of liquor had burned down his throat, vapor stinging in his nose. The alcohol sat in his stomach and left him feeling queasy and wrong-footed. Loose, but like someone had ripped his shirt open, buttons flying, and now he was desperately clutching it closed against prying eyes.
Exposed.
He heard the tell-tale click of wooden heels on stone, and he flinched.
A warm, long-fingered hand settled on his shoulder and gently squeezed. The pressure pinched his collarbone where it stood out too sharp against his skin.
"Zedyr... what are you doing?" Maayan asked. Her voice was soft, but he could almost feel her piercing eyes rake over him -- the sweat in his uncombed hair, the way he sat hunched over the table, the still-open bottle.
Instead of answering, he scrubbed his face down against his sleeve and groaned. The motion made the floor pitch and roll under his feet.
From between his crossed arms, he could see her sit on the chair next to him, long legs crossed. She had mud on her shoes. For some reason, this was hilarious.
His hapless chuckle got tangled up with a sob on the way out.
"You are a mess," Maayan said mildly.
"Don't I know it."
Her nails clinked against the glass, and she picked it up and sniffed it, then set it back down. The stopper squeaked as it was pushed back into place. "I thought you hated alcohol?"
"...I do."
"Is it helping?"
"No." He let out a long sigh, wrinkling his nose at the smell on his breath. If drinking was drowning a memory, then he was a beach littered with washed-up corpses.
Maayan hummed. There was sympathy in it -- subtle, but he knew her well enough by now to hear it.
"Don't," he choked. "Please." Fabric rustled, and he saw her hand withdraw, fold with the other in her lap.
"Do you want me to leave?"
He thought about it for a long moment -- as well as he could think, with his head starting to spin.
"No," he said, quiet. His own voice sounded small in his ears.
"Good," came the brisk reply, "because I have a business proposal for you."
Bless her.
Zedyr pushed himself upright, catching himself on the table as he swayed in his chair. "Alright, I'm listenin'."
Maayan smiled to herself, pleased, then stood and poured a cup of water, pushing it in front of him. He drank obediently, and she outlined her plan - and the move to Limsa Lominsa.
Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.
Who: Zedyr Guldarensyn
What: Zedyr returns from the doldrums.
Where: Limsa Lominsa
When: Recently
Content warnings: uh, sleep deprivation?, food
Written for MAHI prompt words: SUGAR
Zedyr was stumbling through Hawker's Alley on a last-minute errand. The stalls were closing, the sun sinking. He had flung himself out of bed, cursing, less than a quarter-bell ago. Winter was always an endless blur. Long nights and the churn of the workshop left him tumbling and disoriented for sennights on end. His hair was a mess, he was sure, mouth dry and thoughts scattered on the salt spray.
The scent of late spring berries flooded his senses, and suddenly, he was awake.
It carried him, rudderless, toward the cart with its punnets of delicate fruit. The rolanberries were a deep red; he could smell the sugar in them.
The rest of the world filtered in, slowly. Sunshine on limestone. The rush and slap of waves. Temperate air, not yet stifling.
Warmth suffused him, and he found himself sighing, raising his head.
"Two, please."
He hurried home, the little baskets tucked away like a secret.
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For many reasons, Zedyr's favorite season is late spring and early summer.
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Photo credit: szjeno09190 on Pixabay
Written to/half-inspired by "Watermelon Sugar" by Harry Styles
Zedyr Guldarensyn - the wise mentor
you're the yoda and the dumbledore of the literary world. you radiate goodness. you're very perceptive and insightful. you're an encouraging and calming presence. you seek truth and knowledge, and do an ALARMING amount of self reflection. get out of your head!! all that thinking can sometimes trap you in inaction. you also probably are more introverted; you keep to yourself.
A lot of this is correct, especially the “getting trapped in inaction” part. (He would never consider himself “an intellectual” though!)
Are you the main character or a side character?
Tagged by: @elegant-etienne - thanks!
Tagging: @bride-and-bride (for Def), @bala-xiv (for Robin), @diregate (for Zwelf or Rymmberk), @donpom-loredex (for Xuanlu), @ever-searching (for Storm), @ex-atomos (for Brinn) @sedatayuun (for Rauffe) @thevoilinauttheory (for Amosis lol) @mathemagiks (for Banadei) @ylaziel and YOU if this looks interesting!
If you didn't get too many of these, I'd love to throw 🌸 at you for Def!
Send 🌸 for three things my muse likes about yours.
Zedyr laughs to himself, reaching up to smooth down his hair. “Gods be good - where do I start? Just three things?”
🌼 “Reckon I could start with the obvious: Def lights up any damn room she’s in, when she has a mind to. Any party’s better with her there: she connects with folks like nobody else I’ve ever met. It’s kindness, aye, but effort, too -- and as much knowin’ what not to say, sometimes -- what to let lie. I admire it about her, even when I know I can’t keep pace while she works the room.” He smiles, ducking his head. “...always gets me, when she circles back to me again. Couldn’t say why I’m always so surprised... just feel lucky, maybe.”
🍓 “I, uh.” He turns a shade of rolanberry not far from the color of his shirt. “Well, that thought ain’t printable,” he mumble-laughs, “so let’s, uh, just say she’s sweet. But she’s never been cloyin’, or turned an oblivious eye to hard things in the world to keep herself that way. Way I understand it, it’s more of an ‘in full view and in spite of’ thing. More goodness than just sweetness, maybe.”
🌴 “More’n anything, she’s resilient. She may look soft, but as I see it, she’s got a core like a steel spring. Bends, flexes, any which way she has to -- but she has her shape, the thing she is deep down, even if the thing she is in any given moment don’t look anythin’ like it. Even if everybody else can’t see it. But when the pressure’s off, even if it takes time... there she is again, her own beautiful self, and still growing.”
------ Thank you for the ask! @bride-and-bride / @lilbugprincess
