#fc shenanigans

[autumnslance]

"Actually, don't touch my subs, you'll mess up my route cycles."

-@driftward before heading for vacation.

...Also Driftward before heading to vacation:

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Everyone:

The sound you are hearing is @autumnslance realizing she has another AU for the Shippy Nonsense :D :D

(I am innocent of all charges)

[sae-mian]

the FC has been very cuddly of late (*´▽`*) so have a mini collection

[ladyofvoss]

A Perfectly Reasonable, Plausible Conclusion

Special thank you to @scrollsfromarebornrealm, whose Augustine and Sebastian belong to! As well as @saesama, who Klynt belongs too!

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Thalia's activity for the afternoon consisted of furiously pacing back and forth in her Free Company room. She was far too preoccupied with a certain issue rattling around in her brain.

Sebastian Astralyas was out of his damn mind.

Grilling her over Augustine like this was some sort of interrogation. And who was he to look so smug? As if any mention of this 'Brucie' of his didn't have him looking at either her or Klynt with murderous intent.

If he was allowed to keep his affairs close to vest, so was she.

And what was that about? Trying to find some correlation between their sparring session and Augustine finding himself at a brothel?

For all she knew, that could have been his plan for that day anyway, and he was simply sidetracked by their sparring match.

'Which to some Ishgardians can be considered foreplay.'

Thalia pinched her nose with a frustrated sigh as Sebastian's words pinged around in her head again. Maybe she should send a letter to Guydelot and Sanson, telling them that Sebastian would love to learn about the bardic arts under their tutelage after all. Just to spite him.

'At least I didn't make him break church vows', came more of his words to memory.

Thalia huffed.

Fine. So she liked Augustine. So she found him considerably attractive. It was hardly news. If what Klynt said was anything to go by, she wasn't the first. She wouldn't be the last. And there was no indication that the sentiment was shared, despite Sebastian's insistence to the contrary. And even if there was, so what? What would that even mean exactly?

It'd mean you'd have to do something about it, said a sing-song voice in her head that sounded suspiciously close to Klynt's.

Twelve damn them both. Assholes.

The idea that Augustine broke some sort of vow of celibacy simply because she had gotten him worked up from a single fight was ridiculous. Ludicrous. Absolutely unheard of.

Besides.....

The fact that she had even developed a crush on him based on his Bloodsands persona felt.....wrong. Especially now, having actually had the chance to know the man behind the shield.

How was she any better than the numerous onlookers who sought out the Bloodsands for entertainment? He had sought them out as a means to escape from his horrid family and life back in Ishgard.

Not to mention, spat a nastier voice in her mind that wasn't Klynt's, how would it look? He'd gotten away from nobility in Ishgard, and you'd burden him with your silly little crush? You, a daughter of nobles?

Running her hands over her face, Thalia turned on her heel and marched to her desk, pulling out a sheet of paper, an inkwell, and her quill.

This whole matter was going to be settled one way or another. She would meet with him again. They would get on like they usually did, and the whole thing would be put to rest.

And if it wasn't, well.....she'd cross that bridge when she'd get there.

Pen in hand, she scratched out a quick note, trying to keep her words as casual as possible.

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Augustine,

I'm sorry to hear about your injury during your time in Coerthas. If you're up for it, we could have another friendly sparring session to work out any stiff muscles you gained from bedrest.

If you're stuck in the infirmary, I'm willing to wager you've gone a bit stir crazy. And if not, well, you owe me a rematch anyway.

When you're fully recovered of course. I'm in no hurry to get on your brother's bad side.

Regards, Thalia

[lettersnorth]

Aftermath

G'lewra had no issue being guided out of the burning clinic by Linn, the summon following after them as it danced above their heads. "I'm going to beat up whoever threw a fireball at us! Rude!" The little fairy spoke and even huffed while crossing her arms. It was a tiny voice but had an attitude behind it.

"Marceline, that's not something to worry about right now, dear." The Seeker looked to Aislinn with a worried look. "What happened out there?" There was a hint of concern wondering what other damage had been caused to the house or if someone else had become injured. What if she hadn't been there for them....what if someone had died?

"Did the children get out?"

Aislinn's normally sure hands held a slight tremble as she checked over G’lewra. Noting the sight, she paused, hearing a rumble of a long-gone voice in her head. ‘You just keep breathing. Never let 'em see your hand shake. That's the trick.’ It was a metaphor that had turned literal. She slowly clenched and relaxed her hands until she could make the trembling stop.

What had happened out there? “We were attacked.” She told G’lewra. “Some…cultists the Company’s been dealing with? I didn’t get the full picture before they started in.” She had been away too long. Then this. Her mouth turned down in a harsh frown. “Dark magic if you ask me.”

She glanced over her shoulder, doing a quick count of the people being deposited onto the lawn by those able to rush into the broken house and get them out. “Most.” She murmured, a flicker of guilt moving through her chest. Deep down she knew she was the person who could rescue the people she cared about and then, she could turn her back on everyone else. Doing otherwise wasn’t heroism. It was just a bad equation that didn’t balance. 

But children. Children were different. They didn’t ask for any of this. They didn’t sign up for the mercenary life. “Rising said some of the children got out with someone she knew. Leo and Kaya are looking for Nyscera and Coroh. There are tunnels under the house. I’m sure they’re there if Rising hasn’t found them. Right?" Nymeia be merciful. What a mess this was.

"Aislinn."

G’lewra’s voice was soft as she called the Hyur’s name, usually calling Lin either 'Dear' or 'My child', Lewra needed to make sure she caught the red-head’s attention.

The Seeker nodded to Linn's hands, and took a small step forward so her open hands could hover just underneath Linn's. Offering them if the other medic needed them to ground herself.

"Never worry about showing emotion in front of me, I will never judge you. I'm quite sure with Nyscera's quick thinking she got the children and Coroh out safely. If they used the tunnels they'll be safe, and will possibly smell like dirt for a little bit." Even after being trapped in a room that had been on fire not too long ago somehow the Seeker was still able to be calm about everything that happened. "And I'm right here, I have already told you I'm not going anywhere, my child. You got me out of there, and by the twelve if that door didn't open you'd have blasted it open somehow. I'd have done the same for you."

G'lewra offered a comforting smile, she did look a little disheveled and had smudge marks on her face but she was alive nonetheless!

The sound of Aislinn’s full name was enough to snap her attention back to G’lewra. She glanced down at the Seeker’s offered hands, hesitation and uncertainty warring behind her eyes. She was one of Heartwood’s officers. The Company needed the stoic, pragmatic and assured Aislinn right then. Not the one that might crumble at the sensation of a caring touch. 

“I know you wouldn’t judge me.” She murmured to Lewra, lifting her eyes up to look into the Seeker’s own. G’lewra had never judged her, no matter what dark secret she had poured out at her feet. “But they would.” She jerked her chin to the rest of the company members slowly collecting on Heartwood’s lawn. 

G’lewra agreed that Nyscera and Coroh had likely made it to the tunnels instead of trying to fight through the flames and Aislinn took comfort in that fact. Lewra also took the time to reassure the hyur that she was alive and safe, no doubt understanding how terrifying the alternative had been for someone who was all too accustomed to losing anyone she dared to hold close. Aislinn hadn’t lost her. She said so with a smile. 

Aislinn nodded, taking a breath and gathering calm about her like a cloak. This was backwards. She had just pulled G’lewra from a burning building. It wasn’t the Seeker who should be reassuring her but the other way around. 

“I want you to rest here for a minute. I’m going to check on the others and see what sort of injuries we might be dealing with. I’ve got my field supplies that should be able to patch up everything but the worst case scenarios.” Her eyes flickered to where Yahki’ra had been but in the chaos must have been taken elsewhere. “We’ll check the tunnels. Then we’ll figure out what to do about the clinic. One thing at a time.” 

"If any were to judge you for showing emotions as any normal person should be able to, they'll deal with me then." G’lewra still held that smile but there was a faint glimpse in the Seeker's ruby gaze that could be compared to the fire that had consumed the Heartwood estate. A mother’s will to protect their own. G'lewra may be a kind soul but she wouldn't hesitate to go after someone if they dared insult her children.

"But yes, I'll rest, go do what you need to do and I'll be here when you're done. I'll go sit.....hm." She looked around the house, and chaos of the yard.

"This way!" The little red fairy tugged on the Seeker's ear to pull her summoner to a safe spot. Trying to direct the woman towards the large tree by the house to rest as Aislinn asked.

"Never fear, Miss Red! I'll make sure she rests!" Marceline gave a salute to Linn then continued tugging on Lewra's ear.

As the Scholar and fairy walked away to their little spot Aislinn would feel a sudden chill run down her spine, a faint ominous dark glow coming from the gem that sat on the bracelet G'lewra had given her to speak to the connection between the two. But in the blink of an eye it was gone. Did it actually happen? Or perhaps adrenaline was still coursing through the woman's veins, and making her see things. Even when she looked at G'lewra the Seeker seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary. But it might be something to keep an eye on.

[vasheden]

FFXIV is a very serious game y’all

[keicordelle]

Sometimes a family is a mother, a father, their two hyuran children, their pet cat, and their pet cat's pet fairy (and also apparently a mouse in the middle of it all because I’m dumb)

Bonus formal portrait mode (we lost one of the hyur, don't worry about it)

[amalia-stargazer]

Lots of pondering going on here

[pinkyqil]

Don't ask me shit just know that she's a fucking hottie

SALMA PARALLUELO THE THINGS THAT YOU DO TOO ME

Facecard + abs = immaculate combination

[maisonbelligavi]

What makes me feral about this entire interaction is how freaking random it is... The fact that out of nowhere and absolutely for no reason I can fathom Jude decided to pull Gavi close and then grip his neck is so hilarious lmaooo.. and then Pablito decided to reciprocate Bellingham's impeccable sportsmanship by smacking his ass like his very life depended on it, send help 😭😭... All of it is deliciously random and I sure as hell ain't complaining. 👩🏾‍🦯

[zingaplanet]

"They're like, what's the word, -an old married couple- or something"

- (Roy Keane, probably)

[autumnslance]

Sometimes the Setup is too Good to Pass Up...

So in a conversation about the reliability of and occasional changing nature of some NPC models in game...

Honestly, when you're pitched a soft lob like that...

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

who wore it better?

@autumnslance

[windydrawallday]

WHO is the tiny sparkling you drew with marauder lockdown because they're so cute

You are talking about Shrike! The Lockdown x Prowl fan child that belongs to my buddy @sug4r-melon ! If you have more questions regarding Shrike (and her grow-up shenanigans), I recommend tackling Melon's ask box uvu/.

Fun Fact I learned from chats with Melon about how Lockdown and Shrike get along: Because of her nature of not being forged... she is considered a living "biohazard" threat by other cybertronians (like how they treat organic lifeforms).

Lockdown of course takes advantage of it (and the kiddo enjoys it, she is a good actress x'D).

Business can't stop now that there's one more tank to fuel!

[penelopesbridgerton]

HANDE ERÇEL HALKA | 5. BÖLÜM

[amalia-stargazer]

Talking to my FC mate listing off all the dyes they've bought off mog station:

Me: wtf did you dump your entire tax refund on dyes?

Them: Nah I just don't spend my money

Me: On food??