#Hermenost de la Treaumaille

[cornunut]

some moments from before the ward (for most of them)

[lunarosewood23]

FFXIVWrite2022 Prompt 2: Bolt

Timaeus is experimenting with his powers, and discovers a new arcane equip.

NOTE: Some spoilers from the Endwalker caster role quest, which I am rewriting bc that kid deserved better. Timaeus is my rendition of the clone that became the blasphemy of Ishgard. The super lazy TLDR of his powers is this: Timaeus was basically born with Allagan summoning programmed into his brain. And his egis, the adorable carbuncles I keep going nuts over? Those are the primal egi knights of the Ward, who are ofc alive in LbR. Timaeus is officially adopted by Zephirin and takes Valhourdin as his last name. And his powers are a little fucky, as I’m still meddling with his skillset to make sure it’s not too broken. (He can have a little OPness, as a treat! :3)

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Timaeus couldn’t help but stare at the newfound gauge in his grimoire. It was a simple thing, but it felt much more complex. The way the glyphs looked to be that of a sword, a wand, an axe, and a spear was intriguing, and he wondered if there were multiple combinations of the sigils that gave him access to different arcane equips.

“Let’s see, sword plus sword gave me Angel’s arcane equip, the golden armor with the white greatsword...”He mutters to himself. “That’s the only one I’ve tried so far, and truthfully I don’t entirely know how I did it...”

He sighed with a pout and looked out the window. “I wish big sister was here, she’d be happy to experiment with me...”

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice that he was pacing until he missed a step and went tumbling down the stairs into the kitchens. He let out a startled cry as tears gathered in his eyes from the fall, biting his lip to keep his pained cry from being loud.

“Owwie...” He mumbled as he fixed his glasses, a sudden bolt of pain rushing through his head.

“Hey lad, are you alright?”

Timaeus jumped as he looked up to see Hermenost knelt in front of him.

“F-Father Hermenost! Yes, I-I’m alright. I just missed a step.” He stammered as he tried to stand up. “I...wanted to play a little with my new powers but I don’t have anyone to really record what I’m doing. Big sister was helping but she got called by her friends...”

Hermenost steadied Timaeus as he got up, handing him his grimoire. “Would you like help? I may not entirely understand arcanima or the art that Mingxia has helped train you in, but I am still a mage despite my use of a battle axe.”

Timaeus stared wide eyed at Hermenost before shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m just...so cool...”

Hermenost laughed as he gently ruffled his hair. “What exactly are you doing?”

Timaeus got the biggest smile on his face, he knew he was acting incredibly childish, but he couldn’t help it as he excitedly started to open his grimoire, but then bit his lip in concern as he remembered that his egis could cause panic among the knights. He didn’t want to hurt anyone...

“Father Hermenost, can I ask you to not be upset about my powers?” He asked shyly, hugging his grimoire to his chest as his ears drooped in worry.

Hermenost gave him a confused look, and Timaeus hesitantly summoned one of his egis, making him gasp in surprise. “How...”

“Bis sister Mingxia thinks I was experimented on, which is why my memory is so fuzzy. But I can summon these egis like she can certain primal egis as her summoner. Big brother Zephirin is worried that I might hurt someone, or make them angry because of them. The big scary black dragon that appeared isn’t helping anything...”Timaeus explains slowly. “It’s why I’m a little worried to ask for help, but I don’t know who else I can ask...”

Hermenost is stunned by the egi at Timaeus’s feet, the knight egi holding a smaller scale of his old weapon, Greycloud. This was the form he took as a primal.

By the Fury, no wonder Zephirin was worried.

“I understand. I’m not upset and I see why Zephirin was worried.” Hermenost assured slowly. He let his eyes slip closed for just a moment, a silent prayer to Halone for guidance. “I will help you, but I do request that you explain all you know and understand of your situation.”

Timaeus nodded, his smile returning. “Okay. Can we go somewhere else? Maybe in the highlands? I wanna see if I can recreate what I did a few days ago.”

Hermenost nodded and the two of them walked through the city, letting Timaeus give his theory of this “arcane equipment” that he conjured and showed him the gauge in his grimoire, the thing he wanted to test was the idea of using the glyphs in different orders to get different effects. Once out of the walls of the city, he started to explain what he and Mingxia pieced together.

Hermenost’s heart broke for the boy as he squeezed his shoulder soothingly. “Blessed Fury lad...”

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Timaeus assured as he spotted an aevis, who charged at him. “Alright, let’s see how well this works.”

It took all his instinct to not jump to Timaeus’s defense as his egis stood at the ready. He drew his grimoire and threw out several spells before two glyphs looked to light up in his grimoire. One was an axe, but he wasn’t sure what the other glyph was.

Suddenly he saw the smaller egi of himself draw forward and looked to disperse before it reformed...using Timaeus as its host.

Timaeus jumped and slammed Greycloud on the ground and a bolt of lightning paralized the aevis before the armor released and Timaeus fell on his face in the snow.

“Timaeus!” Hermenost shouted as he ran up to him, watching as the other egis swarmed their creator. A thumbs up came up from the snow as he lifted his face up before picking up his grimoire and grabbed his quill.

“Axe plus wand equals levinlight!” He cheered as Hermenost sat him up in a sitting position and fixed his glasses.

“What in the Fury’s name was that??” Hermenost asked, stunned by what he saw.

“That, Father Hermenost,” Timaeus replied with a pleased smile. “Was my arcane equipment!”

[yukiotacon]

Bartender personal drinks ( Hermenost)

Hermenost started to gain feelings for Kaida when he got to see her more compassionate side up close

Kaida and her brother Beau run a free clinic in the brume

In addition, the give away all their extra stock of baked goods from the cafe they run in the Empyrium district

Hermenost is quite protective when it comes to Kaida

Especially when it comes to Charibert ( If anyone who has read the short story you guys will understand)

Very serious when it comes to courting

Hermenost's first major move was when he bought Kaida a blue rose corsage in the Jewel crozier

One of the few knights who were instructed by her brother on how to handle her when she had a PTSD episode

He holds Kaida till she calms down from her episode

Enjoys sharing a nice cup of cocoa with her in the gazebo

[mirageofthecrystal]

Junelezen 2022 - Day 11 I Orthodox Mayhem

"Ser Zephirin de Valhourdin, the Just.

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne, of the Stone Spear.

Ser Chirbert de Leusignac, the Stern.

Ser Grinnaux de Dzemael, the Bull

Ser Adelphel de Chevraudan, Brightblade.

Ser Paulecrain de Fanouilley, Coldfire.

Ser Haumeric de Peulagnon, the Valiant.

Ser Guerrique de Montrohain, the Cleaver.

Ser Hermenost de la Treaumaille, the Levinlight.

Ser Noudenet de Jaimberd, the Wise.

Ser Ignasse de Vesnaint, of the Dragon's Tail.

These twelve names are etched into the history of Ishgard, the memories of its people, and the hearts of every hopeful young man or woman who ever aspired to the pinnacle of knighthood. I was no different, revering these men, these knights twelve, the noble warriors of the Heaven's Ward who served Ishgard and the Archbishop with the utmost faith and prowess. As long as I can remember, I hoped to be amongst their ranks. And for a time, that aspiration looked to be within sight.

It was a reward for service, for valor and bravery that I had shown on behalf of Ishgard and my House. I remember the day clearly, still sporting wounds from the battle before. I was bid to simply wait under the care of the chirurgeons, and that the honor bestowed upon me would await me when I was mended. But I was stubborn, so badly did I desire what I thought my just reward. And so I marched before the people to accept their honors, and in one swift stroke I was dubbed to be a squire to none other than Ser Ignasse, once comrade to my uncle and unparalleled in his lancework. He was the mightiest slayer of dragons I could have pictured in my mind's eye, a relentless force for righteous justice that was unparalleled. And it would be my duty to serve him, to learn from him, and perhaps one day to take his place amongst these knights when his arms grew too weak to uphold his charge.

It was to my great shock and horror, then, when the most noble and righteous Heaven's Ward revealed themselves to be traitors. Not only that, but they were Primals save but name, gorging on the desperate prayers of our people for salvation. The Archbishop, the Knights, then entire Orthodoxy was simply a machine for faith, for the power of Godhood and the might to bend a world to the whims of a madman. And among them was Ser Ignasse, the man who I adored as a mentor and a friend, even after he did nothing to spare me from my wrongly ascribed fate. A man whom I wondered if I should pity or despise, so thoroughly had be betrayed my trust and the trust of all those who believed in him.

For such a foulness to corrupt even these finest of men, it had to live at the heart of it all. I know not if the Holy See had always conspired to reap our fear for their own ends, or if the lies of the past had been seeded and forgotten, and it was only by the hand of Thordan VII that the decision was made to betray everything we stand for? Was it the machinations of the Ascians that darkened his heart with promises of power, those begins whom we now know to have orchestrated many of the woes ascribed to the sins of the Garleans, or did that hunger and lust for something more always exist within him? Or had our people been lead astray from the start, from the moment the deception was born, and each generation built upon the bones of the last to turn our fear and hatred of the dragons into a weapon mighty enough to smite them and rob them of all that which we could have built together?

Of course, questions of this nature do not present themselves so readily on the field of battle. When a war rages all around you, you often do not question all that which has brought you to its doorstep, only how to move forward. And the same question was posed to Ishgard when the sword Ascalon fell from the grip of Thordan, with his Knights of the Round slain at last, with the eyes of Nidhogg divorced from another host who had once sworn to slay the beast with all he had. When the corruption that had been born in the hearts of the church still burned in many of the fervent and the faithful, with so much vitriol that even after pardons had been passed they would threaten myself and my family, cry out for my blood as a traitor, and accuse my sister of laying with dragons.

Even after the war had subsided, and for the first time in a millennium could the people of Ishgard at last choose a new and better path, the voices that had poisoned us rose into a louder and more violent crescendo. And thus did the consequences of our ancestors actions continue to spiral out of control, to divide us and conquer us within our hearts where the greatest battle is fought for the soul of us all. Our legacy would be forever stained with blood, or people truly divided between faith and truth, and the shade of Nidhogg's power would go on to plague lands beyond our own, for he would not rest even when consigned to the deepest and darkest abyss from whence no one should have been able to return.

With so many questions left behind of the nature of the Holy See and the path that must be walked, it was with the greatest reticence that I took up the position I had long coveted. Where the Heaven's Ward had once served to protect the Archbishop and the authority of the church, no longer did their need to be a shield to protect the lies which were woven. We required a new purpose much like our people, and I took up the sword knowing that I would need to confront those questions on behalf of Ishgard where once I was merely a victim of them.

The Heaven's Ward would have to become something different, our new role dedicated to the people of Ishgard, her safety, and in serving our new place amongst our allies of the Eorzean alliance. Each day I took the steps I thought would carry us to a brighter future, while the shadow of Ser Ignasse stretched behind me, dogging my steps and doubting my conviction. If one such as he had faltered and fallen to the darkness, then how could I hope to be any different? It boiled inside me, rage, fear, hatred, regret, all the things he must have felt to drive him to make the decisions he did. How could I hope to be any better, when the best among us could not resist the clarion call of sinister power?

To this day I still have no answer for that. I still do not know if I am truly worthy of the office which I hold, or if I too will succumb to the same damning influences that consumed my idols and turned them away from their people. I can only hope, through my own deeds and my commitment to those I have lost upon my path, that I can provide to Ishgard even a modicum of the grace and prosperity its people deserve, and I would be willing to give my life in order to bring it to fruition. The sins of the past should ever serve as a reminder, not that those who came before us failed, but that any of us can be found fallible, and that it is in the ability to correct our mistakes that makes us great, not our inability to make them at all.

- Excerpt from the personal journal and accounts of Ser Faiolan Penderghast, Knight of the Heaven's Ward

[knightstwelve]

navigation post for myself (wip)

series ~aesthetic~

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specific characters ~aesthetic~ (seperate from general posts)

zephirin de valhourdin: history will vindicate us vellguine de bourbagne: all men must serve each in their own way charibert de leusignac: sickness must be purged grinnaux de dzemael: clever men die just as quick as the rest adelphel: and in turn adored beauty above all else paulecrain de fanouilley: virtue from the poisoned wine haumeric de peulagnon: worm of the dell guerrique de montrohain: ten in our hearts hermenost de la treaumaille: levinlight noudenet de jaimberd: the third son janlenoux de courcillant: naught less naught more ignasse de vesnaint: who are we to deny it

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[modchanisnori]

I don’t really have anything witty for this but @aroseyetbloomedwrites wanted some Hermanost with Francel and who am I to deny :3c

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

This Pathway Leads to You [ A Hermenost de la Treaumaille/Francel de Haillenarte Fanfiction]

Rating: R

Category: M/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Relationship: Hermenost de la Treaumaille/Francel de Haillenarte

Language: English

Summary: When Hermenost turns back to Francel, he finds the young lord looking at him already, less interested in the weather and more intent on him. He reaches out, slow as though fearing to startle him so that he may brush from his dark hair the miniature flakes of snow what had stuck and not melted. Then when that hand falls away, it goes to Hermenost’s hand where he hooks their littlest fingers together; his smile is soft and small.

LINK TO AO3: HERE

Read the SFW cut below.

     The guiding feeling in his belly led his steps up the wind of pathways to Saint Reymanaud's cathedral. The set of the sky was hued orange as night tries to befall. There is an intermittent smattering of cloud coverage moving in and idly Francel wonders if snow will come again. His steps were paused to look up, before setting eyes on the arches and spires of the cathedral once again; the pathways are clear, families are drawing in for the evening, and Francel thinks that perhaps the cathedral shall also be empty. Something still pulls at him, little strings in his steps that draw him into the tall doors of this grand stone building. Its hallways are empty, and no one mans the last set of doors that lie within. As these are pulled in, the first thing that Francel notices is the hues of orange and muted blues pooling through the stained glass windows which make up the backdrop for the great statue to Halone at the front. She seems to radiate with the setting light that streams in; picturesque and holy.

     The quiet groan of the doors opening seems to have alerted an occupant in the rear pew that he is no longer alone. Yet that he is drawn to look where normally he might only have bowed his head so as not to be perceived. Their eyes catch when this occupant turns, and Francel’s mouth turns up into a gentle smile as he catches Ser Hermenost’s attention. Their gazes met, do not draw away; and in order to not disturb the deacon at the dias muttering away, Francel quickly comes down to the aisle and that innermost pew to side step his legs and sit beside him.

     “How strange fate works, that I had been telling myself it was time to leave for quite awhile, and yet something kept me rooted.”

     Hermenost’s voice is a low rumble, comforting and resonate as he listens. Francel looks to the deacon bowed on the dias at his stand, he appears to be looking over some papers, possibly a speech-but what he is saying cannot be heard from here. Francel knows with certainty that listening to an early sermon certainly had not caught his attention.

     “Mayhaps it is so, for something just as sure drew me here; and thus do I find you.”

     And then Francel stands, laying a soft gloved hand upon Hermenost’s shoulder. “Fate is the feet where the soul journeys to Halone, and love is the guide that directs it. So that we were both drawn here, and mayhaps so we shall both leave it together?”

    ��Hermenost stands with him, and Francel’s hand slides down from his shoulder to his arm, and from there draws daintily to his wrist where he touches the inner side of it sweetly. They leave together, side by side.

     When drawing outside, they come to stand in the open doors archway, for sure enough the clouds have moved in and darkened the sky. Snow spirals down rather lazily, and there is a fine dusting of it on the stairway down, and of course the pathways reaching outwards. Francel feels the press of an elbow at his side, and looking over finds that the older man has offered out his arm, Francel slips his through Hermenost’s with a smile eased on his lips and seems content at his side as they take the first steps down together. The snow appears dry, and does not otherwise cause them to slip, so making it to the bottom while it is still a fine dusting was easy enough. The snow is a light flurry, and covers the gray and blue of the pathways but does not create a slush. They know not where they walk as of yet, passing the miniature aetheryte and center platform to the arch of pathway across from the cathedral to the garden area up ahead. The upper surfaces of the plants are dusted lightly in snow, their green and brown bottoms are free of ice as of yet. The three lamp lights ahead cast shadows on the thin layer of snow on the cobbles, their shadows growing as they pass beneath and into the overhang of a bridge that marks the Architect’s above. There is no snow here, so they pause on it’s other side and peek out into the night surroundings. When Hermenost turns back to Francel, he finds the young lord looking at him already, less interested in the weather and more intent on him. He reaches out, slow as though fearing to startle him so that he may brush from his dark hair the miniature flakes of snow what had stuck and not melted. Then when that hand falls away, it goes to Hermenost’s hand where he hooks their littlest fingers together; his smile is soft and small.

       Ah, that he cannot help himself then, for the light of the lamps beneath the bridge illuminates those soft cheeks, red from the cold; that is where he kisses first to spread warmth, and Francel turns up his face for him to receive of him these offerings. First to both cheeks, a kiss to each which spreads warmth to his ears–and then upon those upturned lips. Hermenost cants his head so that their lips may slot together. It is a slow, sensual thing, one that has large dark sepia hands gently curling over the cooling skin of Francel’s cheeks, tilting his head to the side and back, so that he may gently lap into the crease of his mouth, Francel opens up to him headless of where they stand, so that he may be tasted into. Hermenost guides his tongue within, and finds the reception to be hot and welcoming as Francel beckons him closer. He licks across Francel’s willing tongue, feels the ridge of the roof of his mouth, glances off the back of his teeth; he parts after exploring all he could comfortably reach, that their lips shine when they break away and Francel and he breathe hard through their noses.

       “That you are temptation itself.”

       “Then let me tempt you.”

       Hermenost stares rather openly, for it seems as of a fever dream to have this young man so open and honest when before he had been so insecure and demure. This is not a bad thing, quite the opposite; it is stirring. When he takes the lordling’s hand again, it is to guide him through the snow for he has every intention of taking him home.

       As it is, Hermenost also has his own apartment within the city and it is a larger one than what Francel had previously visited with Ser Noudenet and Ser Haumeric. There is a fireplace in the main living quarters where Francel leaves his hat, coat, gloves, and shoes by the door despite the chill in the room. The Kitchen has its own room through an archway from the living room. The bathroom was connected directly to his bedroom where Hermanost leads Francel by the hand. The bed was about as big as two full men laying shoulder to shoulder, there was a single pillow, a single comforter. The apartment was older. Hermenost had been here for a while, but even so it was fairly spartan.

[ser-hermenost]

[Poor Herm.  Drug him out to do the event and so he had to wear the outfit.  I think his Haunted House outfit was much more fitting. XD ]

[knights-of-ishgard]

Saint Vaindreau's Grace

Is the name of the hospital in the firmament, where Zephirin rests.

It is named after Ser Vaindreau de Rouchemande, the former Commander of the Heaven’s Ward, who wanted to end Archbishop Thordans heresy.

He found his gruesome death by the hands of Charibert when he was still the First Inquisitor.

Charibert received an anonymous letter with the mission to kill a heretic, sneaking around the Vault at night, wanting to harm the Archbishop.

Archbishop Thordan VII. told Ser Vellguine and Ser Hermenost, Vaindreau left Ishgard for a pilgrimage.

Charibert became a member of the Ward after his mission and Ser Vellguine asked Ser Zephirin to be the new Commander of the Heaven’s Ward.

[aurelsabre]

isola starter - @lcvinlight

“A thunder spell caster. Which tier can you do?” Narberal’s not that intimidating towards other races sometimes. Least he can do tricks on his sleeve, which the doppelganger can’t for now.

“Not sure if you’re an elf or a dark elf.”

[birthmark-blog1]

@lcvinlight​

BLINKING up at the stranger crouching over him, he suddenly has the will to sit up, covering the wound on his leg as if it were an embarrassment. In fact-- yes, he’s a particular shade of red, but it’s unclear whether it’s embarrassment or simply exhaustion that’s turned him such a color. 

✖ -- “I-It’s alright... I mean, uh, stay back! My boiling blood cannot be calmed by bandages or first aid! Desist now, or you shall suffer from my uncontrollable wr-wrath... Hurry! You should put your supplies to better use and flee at once!”

[lunarosewood23]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 2: Bark

Set a little after 3.0 in the Forelands. Raven laments over her talons and remembers those lost.

CW: Mentions of Death, Mourning

Word Count: 673

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It had been harder to hold pens and other writing instruments since her inheritance awakened.

Raven stared down at the black talons that extended from her fingers, her once blunt nails that she would bite on when anxious turned into long claws, a permanent mark of what Nidhogg’s blood had done to her. She couldn’t really make a proper fist, though she damn well tried on several occasions, and she needed to learn how to get used to a pen in her hand again.

Still, Raven felt a need to make it to where those lost on Azys Lla were remembered. Their names etched into something to signify that they were people who were loved and were mourned.

So she went out hunting and in addition to her meal for the night she found a huge piece of bark that had come off of a tree and began to carve their names into the surface. It would be crude and ugly, but she felt as though she needed to preserve their names. Preserve them as people, not tools. She felt tears begin to sting in her eyes as she used her talons as her quill, what she knew of them sprung to the forefront of her mind.

Ignasse de Vesnaint - A dragoon, though she wasn’t sure of much else about him other than he and Ser Vellguine were close.

Vellguine de Bourbagne - The oldest among them. Silent, but kind.

Hermenost de la Treaumaille - A man of deep faith and a mage who passed along to her how to imbue magic into weapons as he did with his battleaxe.

Grinnaux de Dzemael - Brutish arsehole who bullied her when she was small, but Raven knew that his fate wasn’t one he deserved. 

Paulecrain de Fanouilley - Raven didn’t know much about him, other than that he was a former knight of House Fortemps that had been dismissed, and that he seemed close with Grinnaux.

Noudenet de Jaimberd - A bookish sort who liked magic. He seemed to be interested in Mingxia’s, and to some extent her own.

Haumeric de Peulagnon - Coronette’s dearest and the one who taught Mingxia Coerthan ice conjury. She remembered how Coronette had passed Serella her sword to do a blow for her when she was told of his fate.

Adelphel de Chevraudan - A notorious flirt and one of the fastest swordsmen she’d ever seen. She remembered the family of older sisters he was leaving behind and her heart squeezed.

Janlenoux de Courcillant - Always seen with Adelphel, the moon to Adelphel’s sun. And a wonderful culinarian. Were he not on duty he would be volunteering in her mama’s kitchen.

Guerrique de Montrohain - A sweet one, if a bit loud. A soft-spoken Raen named Yitsuge liked him. One of Zephirin’s most loyal, and to her knowledge they were close friends.

Zephirin de Valhourdin - Raven knew him to be a noble and just soul. Mingxia’s sister Kaia was in love with him and he loved her. She remembered having a small crush on him as a teen, but he was focused on his own goals to notice her.

Charibert de Leusignac Cross - Raven let out a sob as she wrote the name of her brother. She lost him once already when she was seven summers, and then she hadn’t seen or heard from him for a score. And of course the fates would be cruel to her by giving him back only to take him away again. The one who would sit and teach her words and scripture and answer her questions about the faith. She dragged her talon across his surname and replaced it with her own. Even though he was never formally adopted, he was a Cross, and damn anyone who would try arguing that. She knew he did horrible things, but she wanted to believe there was more to it than pure cruelty. Their mama taught them all better than that.

She set the bark aside as she hugged her knees, weeping for them, as she knew their families would be back home.

[yukiotacon]

Heaven's ward knights survived au day 56

Is this chivalrous behavior or courtly love ?

Hermenost escorts Lady Kaida to the Jeweled Crozier and finds a lovely corsage. Hermenost is among the first who started to act upon their affection for Kaida

[isolaradiale]

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4 CUT HERO

Zeed Toven (CONDO 416)

  ALIEN VS PREDATOR

Scar (CONDO 420)

  ANIMAL CROSSING

Redd (CONDO 430)

  AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Zuko (APARTMENT 320)

  BLEACH

Gin Ichimaru (CONDO 407)

  BRAWL STARS

Carl (HOUSE 122)

  BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Edogawa Ranpo (HOUSE 112)

Lucy Maud Montgomery (CONDO 432)

  DC COMICS

Harley Quinn (Harley's House (Golden))

  DISNEY

Kidagakash Nedakh (Kida) (APARTMENT 342)

  DRAGON AGE

Dorian Pavus (HOUSE 102)

  FATE

Assassin (Gray) (Lord El Melloi II's House of Misfits [Archimedes])

Avenger (Jeanne Alter) (Jehanne Alter's House [The Mistwood])

Caster (Artoria Pendragon) (TOWNHOUSE 218)

Lancer of Red (Karna) (CONDO 410)

  FINAL FANTASY

Crystal Exarch (HOUSE 120)

Estinien Wyrmblood (TOWNHOUSE 214)

Hermenost de la Treaumaille (CONDO 408)

Rain (CONDO 425)

  FIRE EMBLEM

Albein Alm Rudolf II (HOUSE 113)

Anthiese Lima (Celica) (APARTMENT 344)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd (TOWNHOUSE 216)

Linhardt von Hevring (CONDO 424)

  FRUITS BASKET

Hatsuharu Sohma (CONDO 401)

  GRANBLUE FANTASY

Belial (TOWNHOUSE 215)

Lucifer (Sandalphon's Home [Cotes])

Quatre (APARTMENT 336)

  HOLLOW KNIGHT

Herrah the Beast (HOUSE 105)

Shadelord (CONDO 451)

Tiso (HOUSE 110)

Zote the Mighty (APARTMENT 302)

  HOTLINE MIAMI

Jacket (TOWNHOUSE 223)

The Biker (CONDO 469)

  HYPNOSIS MIC

Ichiro Yamada (TOWNHOUSE 205)

  IDENTITY V

Norton Campbell (APARTMENT 363)

  KINGDOM HEARTS

Sora (TOWNHOUSE 228)

  LEFT 4 DEAD

Ellis (HOUSE 106)

  LUMINE

Lumine (TOWNHOUSE 207)

  MY HERO ACADEMIA (BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA)

Katsuki Bakugou (CONDO 402)

Ochako Uraraka (TOWNHOUSE 209)

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) (APARTMENT 309)

  ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Corvus (CONDO 405)

Kurowli (TOWNHOUSE 208)

Pascal (HOUSE 114)

Stella "Lyra" Ptolemy (APARTMENT 369)

  PERCY JACKSON

Hazel Levesque (TOWNHOUSE 214)

  PERSONA

Minako Arisato (CONDO 422)

  POKEMON

Bede (APARTMENT 312)

  PORTAL

Chell (TOWNHOUSE 204)

Wheatley (Wheatley's Lair [Golden])

  PROFESSOR LAYTON

Flora Reinhold (HOUSE 112)

  PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA

Kazumi (HOUSE 103)

  RWBY

Penny Polendina (HOUSE 109)

Yang Xiao Long (HOUSE 104)

  STAR OCEAN

Precis F. Neumann (APARTMENT 321)

  STAR WARS

Rey (TOWNHOUSE 212)

  STEVEN UNIVERSE

Amethyst (CONDO 406)

Bismuth (HOUSE 109)

  SURGE CONCERTO

Ionasal kkll Preciel (TOWNHOUSE 218)

  TALES OF

Mithos Yggdrasill (TOWNHOUSE 212)

  TOUHOU

Remilia Scarlet (CONDO 416)

Toyosatomimi no Miko (TOWNHOUSE 203)

Yukari Yakumo (CONDO 426)

  TOUHOU PROJECT

Kosuzu Motoori (TOWNHOUSE 207)

  TWISTED WONDERLAND

Riddle Rosehearts (APARTMENT 307)

  UNDERTALE

Frisk (HOUSE 114)

  VIOLET EVERGARDEN

Violet Evergarden (HOUSE 108)

  VOCALOID

Rin Kagamine (HOUSE 105)

  WARCRAFT

Adventurer (Death Knight) (APARTMENT 315)

  WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS

Nandor the Relentless (APARTMENT 308)

  THE WITCH'S HOUSE

Ellen (APARTMENT 364)

  YOUR TURN TO DIE

Gin Ibushi (TOWNHOUSE 212)

[mooglepalooza]

Activity check complete!

Each month, we check the activity of the RPers on our master list. If a roleplayer hasn’t made a post within the last month, they will be removed. We do this so that those looking for partners can find blogs that are active! (Or, in the case of deactivation, blogs that are still here…)

If you have been removed and wish to be added to the list again, you can reblog our masterlist post or message us!

The following blogs have been removed:

Aranea Highwind

sky-dragoon-aranea

Aulea Caelum

iuxta

Auron

heraldofthedawn

Axel

memorizeme (also plays Leah)

nobodynumbereight

zloyzhar (also plays Leah)

Bahamut

virtusetlumen

Baralai

praetcr

Cindy Aurum

greasegoddess

hammerhead-cindy

hammerheaddarlin

Cloud Strife

skystrife

strifx

Demyx

mxlodiousnxcturne

seadancing

Foreteller Ava

totrainthebest

Foreteller Gula

gula-leopardos

Gippal

kaynxrayt

Gladiolus Amicitia

kingshixld

Iedolas Aldercapt

iedolas-the-incompetent

Ignis Scientia

spectavisse

Iris Amicitia

plcyalongforonce

Julia Heartilly

delingpianist

Kairi

kciri

radiantheart

xlilium-stargazerx

Larxene

elexricainxania

larxcne

Lightning Farron

ofvalhalla

Locke Cole

treasurehuntcr

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

deityspoken

deliicatus

lvnara

oracleofjustice

oraclesprayer

Marluxia

elegantxassassin

Master of Masters

unknwnmaster

Naminé

artisticiisms

prcmising

Noctis Lucis Caelum

ofnightsky

onlyhcir

regalnight

soirao

souereign

Noel Kreiss

javelinstriike

lasthunterxnoel

Nyx Ulric

lucislegend

rexvirum

Oerba Dia Vanille

delusiia

Oerba Yun Fang

sansetsukcn

Paine

swordance

Prompto Argentum

coraurix

fortudo

fugitively

intrargent

quicksilversunshine

quixksilvr

Ramuh

ancientxthunder

Ravus Nox Fleuret

aeternaira (daemon!Ravus)

Reno

gogglesandrods

Rikku's Mom

sudran

Riku

dawnsonyou

guardianofdawn

luminescentdreamcatcher

Roxas

forgotiisms

rokusasuxiii

oathmori

0athkeeper0blivion

Saix

divinerxeclipsed

lunarvessel

lunaseer

Scarlet

coccineusx

Ser Hermenost De La Treaumaille

levinlcght

Serah Farron

crystaliisms

stelliscupitor

Seymour Guado

regalrequiem

seymour-butt

Shelke Rui

aliquame

Sora

kingdomchi

Stella Nox Fleuret

stellaux

Terra

terranum

Tidus

dreamzanarkands

Tifa Lockhart

tifaa-lockhart

Two Become One Keyblade

twcbecxmecne

Venuts

lcstmemory

thewindywielder

Xigbar

nullraum

Xion

amemoryoncelost

seasaltassault

xiishells

Yuna

summonerspirit

Yuna's Mom

machina-queen

Zack Fair

1stclasszackfair

Zexion

illusionbound

Multi-muse Accounts

crystalchronicled

khmuses

kismcts

ofglaivcs

ofheartsandstars

Original Characters

daemon-prisoner

divinemirage

hyneblessed

justanotherbrd

letmebeyourcanary 

sin-like-an-angel

staraa

valorice

zefiris-casull

[ser-hermenost]

“Cast off the trappings and temptations of this world. Only by Her grace can we know true fulfillment.” - Ser Hermenost de la Treaumaille