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Thanks, @rashkgeilt for the answer! (The only problem is Geoff only takes on fake siblings that are less pretty than him. Obviously. @blackrose-ffxiv)

♠ Gotta ask for Geofferaut. Just gotta.

AW YEAH THE GEOFF.

ULTIMATE ANTI-SHIP MEME - Send my character a ♠ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Anti-affectionate; Chopping off hands | Passive-aggressive post-it notes | Petty oneupmanship [normally he’d do this but he doesn’t want to do geoffisms better than geoff does …] | Villainous boasts | Mailing swarms of wasps | Hatespooning | Dramatic monologues | Leaving horse heads in beds | Gossipmongering | Angry texts | Slap with glove | Identity theft | Regular theft | Frame for a crime | Ironic gifts | Poison | Improbable declarations of parenthood | Or siblinghood [long lost miqo sibling! no? aw, come on, you keep adopting siblings that aren’t yours] | No displays of anti-affection

Duels: Fisticuffs | Swords | Pistols at dawn | Rap battle | Wizards duel | Giant robots | Axes | Katanas | Bake-off [geoff would win, baking is chemistry] | Sniping [poorly. but he’s scared of Geoff and wouldn’t want to go near him in a fight so …] | Drinking contest | Pokemon | Insult fight | Hatesex | Naval engagement | Poker | Dance | Wrestling | Joust | Knife fight | Sports | Street race/car chase | Gruelling legal dispute [’and that is why, your honour, Geofferaut Derosiers broke my heart and owes me alimony’] | Mario Kart | Military skirmish | No duels

Arena:Rooftop of a burning building | Outside the saloon at high noon | Deck of a galleon | Colliseum | Mountaintop | Ancient ruins | Underwater | Museum | Palace | Bar | Beach | Moon | Quicksand | Treasure vault | Courtroom | Wilderness | Lounge [with chill lounge music of course] | Snow | Streets | Tropical island | Space | No arenas [where’s the dark basement though?]

Would my character…

Be archnemeses? Yes | No Have hatesex after the first duel? Yes | No [THE ONE CHARACTER SPARED FROM THIS]Confess their undying hatred first? Yes | No Drag accomplices into this mess? Yes | No Let bygones be bygones? Yes | No Swear terrible revenge? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Hatecuddle after hatesex? Yes | No

@thejellomold

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Sparkling love blooms even in the lonely hearts of gentlemen! Will you spend this Valentinione’s in the company of our handsome princes? Will you find your true love under the sakura tree?

Guzen Mizu Shobai Host Club for gentlemen invites you to open your heart to a romantic experience on Saturday, February 16th! The Host Club opens to the public at 20:00 GMT / 3 PM EST and will remain open for the next four bells.

With great thanks to @maralgoro  for the wonderful poster!

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Haunt, Part 4

Suzette Beaumont stopped fifteen yalms from the Scholasticate door, turned, and walked the other way. Every day since they’d disappeared she’d put up with the eyes and the sudden, screaming quiet when she entered a room. She’d answered every question ten times over, at least the ones they’d dared to ask. She didn’t know where they went. She didn’t know how they got out. She didn’t know they had been planning anything. How could she? She wasn’t a heretic.

She wasn’t.

Fred and Charles weren’t either, but no one heard her when she said that. It was her word against a pile of forbidden texts and rosaries and two written confessions. A heavy mound of evidence against her word, and her word was getting lighter every day. She denied everything, of course, but the Inquisitors didn’t even bother nodding sympathetically anymore. Last night her own uncle had as much as told her to hurry up and get it over with. Two letters written and signed in blood, two letters confessing to a whole host of crimes past and present, two letters begging forgiveness even as they insisted it was impossible. Two damned damning letters against the downy word of a lovesick girl waiting her turn to go gulp dragon’s blood.

Fuck it all.

Every day since they’d disappeared, she’d put up with wagonloads of this birdshit. Not today. This was not how her last year of school was going to go. Let the other students think what they wanted. She’d sprouted leathery wings in the night and flown away. She was off dancing naked around a fire slow-roasting her baby brother. Fuck every last one of them and the professors, too.

She needed a drink. A real one. She needed a drink and she needed fucking Fred to trick Charles into buying with some ridiculous bet. “I’m thinking of a number between one and ten,” or, “Get this rock in the beggar’s cup from ten fulms,” or their favorite, “Brumeling or Beast.” A ghost of a smile glided across her face in spite of herself, revenant of the laughing fit she barely survived when Charles had insisted a deliveryman’s pack chocobo was no ordinary brumeling, but the lost bastard daughter of the one and only Count Fortemps, Haurchefant’s more attractive sister, and the most fantastic lay in all the See, if one could only hold his breath long enough to finish. Fred had bought a round for the house after that and toasted the Feathered Princess.

Fuck Fred and fuck Charles. Wherever they were.

“Hello Suzette Beaumont it is good to see you again.”

And especially fuck the Bogle. He’d been staring at her right along with the rest of them, but lacked the common decency to look away when she stared back.

She was about to blow off some steam shouting the boy out of her face and over the nearest overlook railing for all she cared when something snapped her jaw shut tight. The flash of heat in her stomach explained the handle of the knife she saw sticking out of her side.

“You will die in approximately one and a half bells without medical attention. You will walk with me.”

A long-fingered, steel grip almost as sharp as the knife currently sheathed in her circled her arm and pulled her along insistently. What the fuck? She tried to scream, but her mouth was held tight. She tried to pull away, but she was suddenly weak, faint, like watching herself through a fogged window. It would have been exactly the feeling she was after if not for the circumstances. And the company.

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Test Runs / Brotherly Pranks 11/29

Lebeaux Desrosiers circled back around the desk. He slid the tea towards himself but still didn’t drink it. “Right. Of course I’ll have more projects going forwards, for as long as you’re willing to cooperate.” He noted in response to Luke’s insistence that they were nothing less than perfect professionals, smiling in his best approximation of ‘warmly’ at Luke. He was certainly in a good mood. “Costs allowing.” He looked to Geofferaut. “Luke’s most recent work for me has been something very interesting indeed. Demonstrate a bit of Arcanima for him, Geofferaut.”

Geofferaut Derosiers rested his fingers against his book and focused on the tulips to Lebeaux’s left. One of the flowers quivered for a moment before suddenly an violently turning inside out. It held it’s form for an instant longer before the displaced structures gave way and it fell apart in the vase. The rest of the flowers were untouched.

Luke Gravespast continued to lean on the back of the chair, giving Lebeaux a warm grin in return - he seemed to not read the approximation of the smile as anything but honest and true, though his attention shifted to Geofferaut at the mention of arcanima.  A slight flatness hit his face, turning to watch the flowers then and whistling softly, a shift of footing hinting the man was slightly uncomfortable. “…Cripes… tha’s impressive.”

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Research Assistants 11/24

Atlan Lanning was getting his grubby little half-elezen hands all over all of them. He was very interested in what each of them had to say now that he was Lebeaux’s student. “I like you. You’re a lot more quiet than Lebeaux.”

“Correct.” Geofferaut Derosiers answered.

Lebeaux Desrosiers made his way down into the dark basement. He had fully intended to be there and waiting for Atlan’s arrival. Yet other matters had arisen that needed tending. Surely Geoff hadn’t taken him apart into too many pieces yet. His expression flattened as he heard his name. “Good evening.” He called out cheerfully.

“…Speaking of which,” Atlan sighed and let the book snap shut when he saw Lebeaux approach. Now he was stuck between the two of them in this cramped space that smelled like a hospital and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

The pile revealed tomes on alchemy, anatomy, healing, halonic law, and arcanima.

“Hello Lebeaux Desrosiers.” Geofferaut had his eyes firmly fixed on Atlan’s hands, which were on one of his books.

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Mandatory Social Excursions - Viper’s Nest 11/15

Lebeaux Desrosiers didn’t bother knocking but rather went straight for the handle. Unlocked essentially meant ‘welcome, come in’ after all. Or it just made it easier for lost souls to wander accidentally into the depths of the basement. Possibly never to be seen again. “Good afternoon Geofferaut.” He called out cheerfully as he descended down, checking the usual hiding spots for the other elezen.

Geofferaut Derosiers stood over a severed foot, several needles and instruments protruding from an open incision just above the ankle. “Hello Lebeaux Desrosiers.”

Lebeaux found him standing over a strange project. It looked like some odd cross between modern art and mad science. “Ah, there you are. My, what an interesting piece you’re working on.” He noted as he settled himself onto a nearby perch. “Why don’t you wrap that up for the time being. You’ll need to change, we’re going out. You can tell me about this project while you dress.”

Geofferaut tapped a needle and watched the big toe curl and release. “Um.” He blinked at the toe as if waiting for it to make him understand. “I am working.”

Lebeaux smiled calmly all the while, watching as the other manipulated the severed foot into reacting. “Very good, look at that.  Now get another and you can teach the pair to tapdance. It will keep.” In cold storage, probably.  “On the other hand, mandatory social interactions have set timeframes. As well as dress codes. Best hurry.”

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Word Associations

If they were a month: January (1st Astral Moon)

If they were a day: Monday

If they were a planet: Europa

If they were an animal: Deer

If they were a god/goddess: Hephaestus

If they were a piece of furniture: Sturdy, uncomfortable chair

If they were a gemstone: Onyx

If they were a flower: Clover

If they were a kind of weather: Overcast but dry

If they were a color: Dark, dark red-black

If they were an emotion: Panic

If they were a fruit: Tomato

If they were a sound: Whisper of heavy fabric on stone

If they were an element: Radon

If they were a place: Burned out family home

If they were a mythological creature: Revenant

If they were a taste: Metallic

If they were a scent: Dry dust

If they were an object: Journal written entirely in a personal shorthand code

If they were a body part: Xyphoid process

If they were a pair of shoes: Soft-soled black leather boots just a little tighter than the foot’s skin

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Oh, Okay 11/05

Geofferaut Derosiers entered and clicked the door shut behind him, eyes already roving over the new surroundings. “Hello Lebeaux Desrosiers.”

Lebeaux Desrosiers eased his finger back off of the pistol he had hidden in his pocket, ensuring the safety was back in place. “Good afternoon Geofferaut.” He greeted him, rising to his feet and setting the closed journal aside. “Ohh, that’s right. You haven’t had a chance to see my new office. I’ve been visiting you as of late. You haven’t come to serve me papers for culture abandonment, have you.” He mused as he waved a hand, inviting Geoff in to inspect the rest of the adjustments.

“No.” Geoff took the few steps necessary to see the rest of the open area.

Lebeaux smiled and tilted his head. “Very good. Help yourself to tea or something to eat.” He suggested, suspecting he already knew what the answer to that would be. “And speaking of the cultures, how have they been since my last visit. You have been taking good care of them, I hope.”

“I’m not thirsty. I’m not hungry. They do not perform the desired function. Yes.”

Lebeaux exhaled a small sigh, smiling all the while. “Keep them alive nonetheless. Surely there are other functions they may perform.” He suggested, gesturing for Geofferaut to follow along. “We may as well take the tour, then.” He suggested, sliding the nearest door open to show off his office area.

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SELF KNOWLEDGE

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

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Social Obligations / Vice Night 10/05

Lebeaux Desrosiers waited patiently for the arrival of his fake-brother on near the docks. It was a short skip from the not-so-secret location of Geofferaut’s own basement facility, it didn’t seem like a terrible ordeal to request that the other make the short trip over. After all, he was already dressed for a soiree and who knows what he would brush up against in that basement and then have to try and get out of his coat on short notice.

Geofferaut Derosiers disembarked the ferry in a terrible blend of stiffness and unsteadiness. Proximity to the sea did not a sailor make. But there was no trace of embarrassment at his lack of grace, just the usual, steady, indifferent flatness. “Hello Lebeaux DESROSIERS.”

Geofferaut pushed more air through his vocal cords to make the sound of the last name louder.

Lebeaux smiled blankly as Geofferaut disembarked. A matter he wouldn’t comment as he had spent his entire first trip to the Far East miserably seasick. “There’s no need to put so much emphasis on ‘Desrosiers’.” He corrected, wincing internally though his smile remained ever pleasant. “It makes it even more suspicious when you say all the rest of it with all the excitement and flair of tax documentation.” He waved his left hand to dismiss the matter then held out his right to begin rolling up the sleeve. “I’ll need another favor of you.”

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House Derosiers Part 3 09/26

Lebeaux Desrosiers dropped his arms immediately. “Lend me something to return home in. I assure you it will be laundered and returned.” If his parents had decorated the room so comfortably, hopefully they had filled his closet in the same manner. “Arcanima, hm. Speaking of. How much of Ciceroix’s experimental arcanima have you tested.”

“Okay. It doesn’t matter. Approximately one third." Geofferaut Derosiers waited, kneeling on the floor with scissors poised in the air waiting for one of the two options to be selected.

Lebeaux was still weighing those options. The robe was already torn, but still salvageable and it wasn’t as though attire of the clergy was so easy to come by when one wasn’t a part of it. Yet then there was the whole being shirtless in Geofferaut’s room aspect of it, when with anyone else it would likely be considered scandalous. Then again. This was Geofferaut. Misunderstanding was very unlikely here. “Only one third?” He rose up to his feet, testing his leg with the gesture and set his tea on the nearby desk. Then removed his hat and robe before having a seat on the bed again and lifting his left arm to display the injury again. A long, clean slice with a sharp blade right along the ribs without puncturing or tearing into anything too important.

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House Derosiers Part 2 09/26

Geofferaut Derosiers led his limping ‘brother’ to the family home by the arm, the perfect picture of fraternal support. The house wasn’t exactly large, but it was well kept and glows warmly from the windows. Geofferaut knocked three times on the front door. A middle-aged woman in a crisp domestic uniform answered momentarily with a smile that turned into shock that turned back into a smile, albeit a strained one. “Hello, Lord Geofferaut. It is good to see you. So.. soon.”

Geofferaut marched Lebeaux through the door while reciting, “Hello Maureen it is good to see you may I present Lebeaux DESROSIERS.” He emphasized the last name with an uptick in volume but no change in tone and continued, “You will bring boiling water cold water towels and bandages to my room.”

Lebeaux Desrosiers limped awkwardly along beside Geofferaut as they approached the family home. The Derosiers were under the banner of the Haillenartes but visiting the lesser nobility at their homes wasn’t generally the done thing. Rather the vassal houses were occasionally invited to the High house for social functions and what have you. As such it was his first time seeing House Derosiers. Nice enough, he supposed, down to polite enough Help answering the door. Despite what he already knew of his un-brother the title was still somewhat jarring. Lebeaux banished the small wince and pasted his standard serene smile back on his face. Make a good impression. Wait to be introduced. Don’t pass out. He tilted his head in greeting to ‘Maureen’ as they marched past. “Good evening.” He muttered, briefly amused by Geofferaut’s emphasis on the name. “What a cozy home. How nice.” He offered.

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House Derosiers Part 1 09/24

Gabineaux Liautroix is all smiles, like he doesn’t notice Florimond’s stupid fat bird crapping on his nice coat in this beautiful cathedral. Internally, he is screaming. Lebeaux might know that look, it’s a common Ishgardian look after all. “Yes, blessed be Her name. Gilbert knows exactly where I live, if you let him know you’re looking for me perhaps he’ll join us next time. He must have had pressing matters.”

“A pleasure to meet you both.” Lebeaux Desrosiers tilted his head to Gabineaux and Florimond. Politely not bringing up the bird desecrating an otherwise very nice robe either. Ishgardian manners all around. “I’m sure he did.” Or a ‘damsel’ to distress. “Good day to you both.”

Florimond Rochedalaix nodded to Lebeaux and bowed courteously to Geofferaut. “I’ll remember next time. No touching.”

“Farewell Father Liautroix. Farewell Florimond.“ Geofferaut Derosiers replied with all of his standard enthusiasm. Which was, none at all.

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Hello there! I realize I haven’t done one of these in…oh almost a year now, but I really wanted to do something to give back to followers I have here because frankly, its because of all the support and love the lot of you have given me over the last year, that I am still making art, and still feeling encouraged to paint and grow. So with that being said. LET’S DO A GIVEAWAY. Here’s the rules, and prizes. RULES 1.)Starting today, anyone who REBLOGS this post and is a FOLLOWER before the cut off date, is entered to win. (The cut off date is November 15th) (this is after all a reward for followers) 2.) Multiple reblogs do not count as multiple entries, but if you have multiple blogs, I frankly won’t know the difference. 3.) Likes are loved and appreciated, just like all of you, but to make my life simple I am only going to count reblogs for this one. 4. 3 WINNERS will be chosen completely by random number generator, and I will announce them on my blog sometime after the 15th (Mostly because I work a lot and will try to announce it within 1 or 2 days from that date.) HOW ABOUT THEM PRIZES. 1st place: 1 full color headshot render of the OC of your choosing. (No lore characters etc will be accepted, I want to draw peoples own characters, however they can be your friends OC or whatever if you wish. 2nd place: 1 full color headshot render of your OC. That’s right. You heard me. 3rd place: Yup, a full color headshot render of your OC. EVERYONE WINS. DISCLAIMER: Prizes will be worked on between my commissions, but I am happy to keep the winners appraised of my progress on the prizes, and you are more than welcome to watch my art streams when I am working on said prizes. GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!!!  And seriously, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the love, the support, and the kindness you have all shown me over the last year ♥ Links: My finished works —–>   http://koko-works.tumblr.com/tagged/myart My Twitch stream for art —–>  https://www.twitch.tv/kokotbh

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Let me save you the ask...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💔 to 💗
Visual cues are useful for identifying a subject and usually indicate which pronoun it prefers. Cases of extreme anatomical symmetry ease the strain of looking at a subject; however, these are extremely rare.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔 to 💗
The difficulty of interaction varies inversely with the level of training the subject has undergone. For an example of a fully trained subject (a solid 💗), see Part 1 of Haunt.

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 
No.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔 
No.

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Project Funding 08/13

“Do you have subjects currently being used for the Samples’ research here? I’ll have a look.” Lebeaux Desrosiers suggested, taking a long sip of the tea before setting it down on the counter beside his hat.

“No.” Geofferaut Derosiers answered flatly.

Lebeaux his head tilted somewhat. “Are you keeping them in a separate location? Where are you keeping them?” Lebeaux picked the tea back up, may as well finish it if a field trip was going to be necessary. 

“Several inn rooms have been hired and secured.”

Lebeaux inhaled sharply between his teeth. “You’re keeping them in inns? That seems rather risky. Should a nosy maid go poking around in the room or one of them manage to get out that would have the infection set loose far too far ahead of schedule. What is your course of action if one of them does manage to get out or someone else gets in to the room?“ 

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Book of Shadows 07/24

Lebeaux Desrosiers gestured for the others to follow him further along, passing over the office and the clinic to settle himself on his usual perch. He patted the cloth-and-rosary-wrapped book that was already waiting on the ledge.

“Um…if…if I m-may ask, what is the nature of the beaded cord you use t-to bind the book? Is it enchanted? Rinha'li Dhavha: It looks like…“ Rinha’li Dhavha trailed off, looking for a specific word.   

“You may. It’s a Halonic Rosary. It’s blessed, which I suppose is rather like enchanting it. It seemed a solid precaution.” Lebeaux explained as he began unwrapping said protection.

“Oh, yes, um – Rosary. That was the term.” Rinha'li leans forward, obviously wanting to touch the book but thinking better of it. For now.  

Geofferaut Derosiers followed Lebeaux, but came up short, eyes darting. There seemed to be some confusion about which location was best to stand, better view of the book or better view of the various exits.

Lebeaux didn’t seem particularly concerned about Geoff’s minor conflict of interests. He tucked the rosary into his pocket then slid the cloth-wrapped item towards Rinha’li. He instead picked up a cup and saucer, busying himself with tea without offering it to the others. Assuming Geoff wasn’t thirsty and Rin had other concerns.

Geofferaut’s twitchy fingers found rest against the cover of his own book and settled on the appropriate vantage point.

Rinha'li unwraps the cloth delicately, and as fast as he can without risking damage to a potentially delicate object.

Geofferaut watched the book emerge like a lioness watches a gazelle limp to a watering hole.

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