#Haurchefant Fortemps

[nuclearanomaly]

Bookshop AU - The All Saint's Party Incident: Outfits

[skyjynxart]

HAPPY STARLIGHT! 🎄

We got you a present! [x]

non-animated version just cause

[roegadynroost]

I do feel a little malicious saying we should take a picture before the end of the Vault.

[bigeyedweirdo0]

A set of photocards I did of the Elezen trio and everyone's favorite Strawberry Cat. I'm thinking of making some more soon... but who to turn into a card next?

[nights-at-crystarium]

11.11 is Haurchefant day!

I present you with 3 haurchemotes (+variants), free-to-use, just please follow my rules. Tips are appreciated, I draw for a living.

[estinininininen]

look i've read/watched/played a lot of fantastical stories and i love creative displays of how mind-boggingly alien different cultures can possibly get.

but there is something just. so viscerally frightening to me about ishgard and their communal table salt lick and i can't stop thinking about it. ishgard is already framed as a foreign place to the warrior of light/the player so everyone in-story is patiently explaining the importance of the church of halone and ishgard's history because everyone knows the big stuff has to be explained to an outsider. but something small the ishgardians think is normal would slip right past.

i'm ready to laugh myself sick any time of day at the idea of the warrior sitting down to eat at fortemps manor for the first time, emotionally drained and scared. and one of these finicky nobles you have to trust your life with just picks up a pale rock you thought was a centerpiece with a curiously smooth, maybe even already damp worn surface, opens their mouth, sticks out their tongue, and SCHLURPS

i would feel such visceral horror. briefly wonder if i had fallen in faerie-land/the dark world/the upside-down. it would only increase as i look left and right and everyone else continues eating calmly. only maybe if haurchefant were there would someone realize how weird that would seem to outsiders and laugh at my expression.

it's like in the simpsons when homer time travels, sits back down to dinner, and discovers the butterfly effect gave everyone lizard tongues. it's so close to a normal dinner time interaction and yet incredibly far. you think ishgard must have a weird supersition about it to explain. "what, is - is it bad luck to break up a salt lump?" you ask

"no" haurchefant says. "it's just always been done this way"

and so often in any society there is no better explanation than just that but this is so fuckkng weird it would briefly make you question all normal human instincts if ishgard thinks this is okay. that is such silly, terrifying, and superfluous world bulding. it's great.

[glassesrink]

💛 happy haurchefant day 2023 💙

[smalldumbpigeon]

I know I am loved

I've always been really into family dynamics and idk some thing kills me that he addresses Count Edmont as "my lord", but prior to the A Knight's Calling refers to him as "father". biting my fist.... wraughh,,,,,,

[hydaelyns-bitch]

another request from the emmanellain discord

[itsmeishmi]

Lil late but Happy Haurchefant Day <3

[noirneru]

[egguv]

"I will be there.

This I promise. This I swear."

⚔️prints🛡️

[kushexi]

The goodest boy!

[roegadynroost]

FFXIVwrite 2023 - 21 Grave

Coerthan mornings were beautiful. Something about the frosty air was so clear and pristine. The sun would gleam as it came over the mountains and reflect off the snow, casting everything in the most regal light. Thyn'a would watch for hours if the moment were not so fleeting, but the moments were as many things in life. Ephemeral.

Thyn'a's steady gait took her from Camp Dragon head past Witch's Drop and up Providence Point.  Though she enjoyed the cooler weather, she wore a heavier garb than usual today. It was a gleaming steel mail, over a beautiful uniform in her favorite icy blue, accented and lined with a lovely downy fur. She didn't get bothered by the chill easily, so to her it felt that she were overdressed, but no stranger that she passed would have known that the outfit was anything special. She however hoped that it would impress a friend she was going to see.

Her sword was at her belt and her shield at her back polished and sparkling. Not her most proficient weapons, but ones Thyn'a had become proud to wield. 

In the Roegadyn's hands she bared the most precious gift, a verdant bouquet, wrapped in delicate paper. The handsome white arums were holding up quite well all considered. Thyn'a smiled as she looked at them for just a moment before returning her attention to the route ahead.

The path up to Steel Vigil was blessedly clear. No ogres, no hungry wolves or aevis. Just Thyn'a and her footsteps crunching in the snow below. She noted there was another path from someone that had braved the fresh snowfall, and she wondered who and where this other person was. 

Ishgard slowly came into view over the hill as she continued on, it's majesty never failing to impress her no matter how many times she saw it. It looked like a diamond floating amongst the shimmering snowcaps. In the past it had felt looming and out of reach but now, she thought that it looked like one of the heavens.

The Mark of the Lover obscured the other visitor, but her eyes trailed the footprints as they disappeared just around it. She slowed her pace, a small prayer to Mephina whispered under her breath as her destination came into sight.

Ser Haurchefant's shield rested against the small stone, a monument far too small for such a great man. There was another fresh bunch of flowers besides it, and now that her sight was no longer obstructed she could see who it was that made the early trip before her.

"Good morning Lord Francel." Thyn'a spoke as he turned and noticed her, offering a smile that had a hard time reaching her eyes. 

"Lady Sindyrl. It is good to see you well." Francel's young handsome face was warm despite the cold. He rose from the knee he had taken, and welcomed her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I hope you will not mind sharing my company for a bit. I've brought him flowers too." Thyn'a gave the Elezen man's shoulder a pat and a squeeze as she made to lay her flowers next to the ones he'd left. she brushed some of the snow from the stone, and kneeled respectfully. "Of course not, It brings me peace to see someone else visit." Francel still smiled, but his words were bitter sweet.

Thyn'a nodded and said no more. She was grateful to share the quiet with the son of house Haillenarte. They both owed Haurchefant everything and more.

"It never gets any easier does it?" Francel's question was so soft it was almost lost to the aether.

Thyn'a peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and shook her head, closing her eyes.

By the time the sun had risen to the middle of the sky Thyn'a had found herself and her thoughts alone. Francel had excused himself a while after her arrival. She offered to walk him back, but he politely declined insisting that she should have some time alone.

And so Thyn'a prayed and told Lord Haurchefant of all the journeys she'd had since her last visit to the grave. She told him how he had inspired her to take up the sword and shield and that she'd gotten rather good at it. She hold him of her journeys on the star and beyond. She told him that she wished she'd been as strong as she was now back then.

Thyn'a let a heavy breath out of her mouth and watched as the vapor danced away into the air.

"No, it doesn't get easier." Thyn'a spoke breathlessly, somehow managing a smile for her friend even as she fought off the deepest despair. A lone tear managed to escape and disappear into the snow below. 

"It weighs heavy as it should."

[rosellia-xivth]

Haurchefant //heart emote

[nights-at-crystarium]

yes homo