#denisot bonnefon

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rank by who can sing and who can cook!

For ranking characters by an attribute meme!

Singing, from best to worst:

Hyacinthe is the best, I’m pretty sure, even if he’s massively out of practice and has Feelings and Issues surrounding it. He’s actually been trained! The rest haven’t and are waay behind him in a cluster of amateurs:

Rosaire’s an amateur, but not totally terrible. He has some musical training, but not in voice.

Valroit probably isn’t completely terrible, but definitely an amateur.

Denisot has no training at all but isn’t awful either.

Kharadai has some training in singing as part of ritual practices, but he doesn’t like to draw attention, so he hasn’t practiced much.

Mrhael is probably just bad.

Cooking:

Denisot, obviously, as an actual Ishgardian master culinarian. The rest are at best home cooks:

Kharadai is competent with simple Xaela cooking.

Mrhael is on the road a lot but has learned how to make camp food pretty decent.

Valroit is around a stereotypical “bachelor” or “undergrad student” skill level (you know “You know how it is with spaghetti” meme? that’s canonically Valroit) but has been improving since marriage. Yes, he married into a noble house and so doesn’t have to cook, but Perrine has an interest in cooking so they practice together.

Rosaire can boil things in a pot (but hasn’t in about 25 years). That said, he loves to eat food, so his food knowledge would give him an advantage if he ever ends up in the kitchen again.

Hyacinthe can boil things in a pot, but without that advantage.

#hyacinthe aubeheraut #rosaire ledigne #denisot bonnefon #kharadai dhoro #valroit faucheux #elezen disaster valroit faucheux #thanks for the ask! #newty #meme answers //

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#ffxiv #gif #denisot bonnefon #cross-posting because.

[heavens-light-and-hells-ice]

Home in time for Starlight.

This late in the Moon of Nophica, the pale sun cannot even keep its head above the horizon through dinnertime; it nods, and the early winter cold falls with it. 

The walkways of the lower Pillars, spotted with ice-puddles in every unevenness of stone, are perilous indeed this time of year. They might even be deadly, save for the faint light streaming down from the Crozier, gaily twinkling every bell of the night, by which the traveler picks a careful path to his destination, gingerly testing the ground with his cane before committing a foot to it. 

Late he may arrive, but with no broken bones. 

The inside of the building is joyously warm, the heat and aroma of the kitchen billowing out into the street when the door is opened for him. His host first scrapes, then leaps up to take his hat and greatcoat. "T-t-t-to think you walked in this weather, milord!" 

Both of them glance outside, where, from the window of his two-bird hackney, a fur-wrapped driver peers back at them, scowls, then draws the black velvet curtain shut. 

They look back at each other; a moment passes, and then Rosaire inclines his head and murmurs, "I am sorry to have kept you both waiting."

"No t-t-trouble, no trouble," the traiteur chirps as he, too, draws the curtains shut. An awkward pause; when he turns back to the highborn, he wrings his hands, hunched and smiling. "Your... guest, ah, is at the table." 

The former inquisitor's keen eyes spot what crosses his face when he says that, prompting a laugh. "Thank you, but, pray," he chuckles, "don't fear for my lady at home, Master Denisot. We are here only to talk; there will only be the usual sort of stains to scrub out of the tablecloth, I promise you." 

"Yes, milord," with a blush and another low bow -- though as soon as Rosaire turns to step into the next room, he shuts the curtains of the other window as well. 

The dining parlor glows, golden light bouncing from surface to silver surface. A large mirror hangs over the fireplace -- a new addition, he notes, since his last meal here -- and the substitution of beeswax for tallow gives him pleasing evidence of the host's prosperity. Careful inspection would, of course, reveal the wallpaper to be painted-on and the domanerie to be imitation, and one of the tapestries upon the wall appears to be a repurposed rug -- but the colors, rich and lovely, provide an adequately decadent atmosphere for the traiteur's usual highborn clients, who, Rosaire imagines with a tinge of amusement, would be less pleased if the decor outshone their manors', anyway. 

Rising from one of the two chairs at the table is the woman he has come to meet; he returns her curtsey with a bow. In some ways, her appearance surprises him; already she is back in lush red wool satin with lace at her sleeves and throat, and her head is heaped with blond curls that he can’t imagine are her own. Her lips curl in the way they always do -- but her cheeks are hollow and her color, though hard to judge in the candlelight, pale, and that is as he grimly expected. 

"Inquisitor," she greets, in a low murmur.

"Madam." 

The traiteur, stepping into the room behind him, pulls back a chair for him to be seated. He does not do the same for the woman; she seats herself, paying it no mind. Then, heading for the kitchen, he left them to sit facing each other in silence. 

She speaks up first, in a tone of coy amusement: "Well -- what is your conclusion, after all this observation?" 

He smiles. "That it has been but eighteen moons since I saw you last, yet you've grown remarkably old." 

She bursts into bright laughter at that. "I have? No, milord, I have but neglected to put on my face, as it is only you I am meeting tonight. No," and she eyes him up and down again, "I fear you are the one a single year has greatly aged."

He chuckles quietly. "You are right." His one good hand reaches out to touch the head of the cane leaned against the table. "... You are right." 

The chef and his apprentice bring out from the kitchen what has been long awaiting the second guest’s arrival: a single course, but well-appointed, with trays heaped high. While the seated woman may sigh at how the plates no longer steam as hot as they might have, the man across from her gives no sign of being anything but pleased, and takes up a manchet in hand before the wine is poured. She shakes her head and extends her fingers to pluck a browning slice of apple off another plate; "And I shall soon be as young as I ever was, after a few moons on this diet," as she dips that slice into a bowl of syrup. 

Rosaire chuckles again, though this time with only feeble humor, and does not speak until that manchet is nearly gone. "... And how is your situation?" 

She hums a note, setting a pie-lid aside. "Losing the location was most unfortunate, yes. Really quite sad. My girls had to scatter across the city, very inconvenient for them. But my top students did well and kept the business afloat without me, bless them, and at this point we’re nearly recovered." 

"That… is good," he supposes. After a long pause filled only with uncomfortable chewing, he at last adds, in a low murmur, "I am… sorry I could do naught for you." 

She hums another note; this one is flatter. Yet there is no other sign of bitterness in her face when she answers placidly, "You warned me of the outcome, and I proceeded -- and though I did my best for Mother Ishgard, 'twas not enough." 

"No," he sighs. 

And she, too, falls silent, taking a long sip of wine. 

"... I pray the privations you suffered were not too great." 

She snorts. "They were considerable. But not as bad as I might have expected, I admit. Your little nephew seems to have spoken in my favor, and they treated me gently." 

"Thank you for keeping him safe." 

She dismisses his sentiment with a gesture and a laugh. "It benefited me to do so, didn't it?" 

"Even so, he is blood… for weal or for woe," and he rubs the bridge of his nose. 

She smiles but falls silent. When she speaks again, her voice is soft: "It seems as though you, too, did your best for Ishgard, and that yours was also not enough." 

"... Yes." 

"And so what shall you do now, Master Marguerite?"

"Survive," he answers, sagging with resignation. "Remember the truth and keep it alive. Someday the time will come -- in our children’s lives if not our own -- when the people are ready to hear it again." 

She looks at him, pauses, and then suddenly laughs again. "Is that why you are now, of all things, married?"

He gives her a weary, unamused look, even as his cheeks erupt into an unbidden flush. 

"I seem to recall, from many years ago, some words to the effect of your troth being long-ago pledged to your profession -- or at least protestations that you would never wed. And yet," she wags her spoon at him as she teases, "what is the first news I have of you once I am out? That you had a stroke and then were married." 

"Ha," he replies. 

"So was it the happenings at the Vault that brought about this sudden change of heart, or the apoplexy?" 

He grimaces at her horrid joke, but then he lowers his gaze, falling silent. As he contemplates his stew, his face, characteristically grim and creased with tension, begins to soften. 

"I had thought," he answers, distantly, "as a young man in Her service, my heart too full to admit another. And then, to my surprise, she fit into it, perfectly." 

"I am sorry I asked," she groans. 

It is his turn to laugh now. "Then I shan't go on, save to ask your advice on one specific matter -- and not that sort of matter." 

At this she leans forward, grinning again. "Well, this will be interesting. What on earth could I advise you about if not that sort of matter?' 

He shakes his head with a sigh, the color lingering in his cheeks, and chases a piece of mutton around his bowl for a moment while he thinks. Then, softly, he begins, "My wife… is Hyuran, as you may have heard." 

"I did indeed." 

"... And it is not done, in Ishgard, for Elezen to marry Hyur." 

"No, it is not." 

"But that it is not done is not of consequence to me," his voice finding its confidence. "I would rather measure my actions by Halone's laws as She gave them to us, not by the secular concerns of our inbred nobility and its obsession with blood. And as I know no coherent theological argument against a marriage of two faithful, chaste and orthodox in all other ways, I am not afraid of opprobrium from the ignorant." 

She holds up a hand. "And you will have none from me, Inquisitor, as you should already know." 

"I do," and he inclines his head. "Forgive me for going on. What I mean to say is… I have no legitimate cause for shame in my marriage… though there is one cause for anxiety. That being, that… as common as you and I know it has ever been for highborn, despite their protestations of disgust, to get children on Hyur, it has ever been the custom to discard such women and forget their children. Noblemen have never cared -- or dared, mayhap -- to record the histories of those women and their pregnancies, nevermind any complications thereof. And so--" 

"-- you seek my expertise, as a woman of that industry that has seen more Hyuran women bred by Elezen than any other." 

"... Yes." 

She hums with thought, leaning back in her chair. "Well, you're not mad for asking me, though I've tried as little as possible to be a midwife. I call in someone else to deal with it, either to get rid of the girl's problem or help her deliver it. But, let's see… what exactly are you asking?" 

He flashes a brief grimace, but in a moment his expression is returned to calm solemnity. "My fear is that… my wife's health might suffer, should she be forced to carry my child. If it should be too large for her, either in the carrying or delivery. She…" he swallows, "is a small woman, even for Hyur. And…" 

"And a half-blood might be too big to get out." She taps her spoon thoughtfully to her lips, missing -- or else ignoring -- his twitch at her use of that word. "Well… again, you're not mad to wonder. Even purebred babies kill their mothers from time to time. But..." Her gaze wanders to the ceiling, and then, after some long consideration, settles back on Rosaire. "I must ask our midwives before I can say for certain, but -- you've not seen many half-bloods as children, I imagine. But those I have known -- when they are small, they're not much different from Hyur, save for the ears. Most of their arms and legs -- like Elezen kids' -- come in as they're just maturing. So there's that; and none of girls I knew who died in labor were Hyur carrying half-bloods, 'least as far as I can remember. And so when you said Halone has no objection to your marriage, you may have already been right. Society may punish you for it, but mayhap the Twelve will not."

He exhales a long-held breath, reflecting in silence. Finally, he murmurs, "I must pray that you are right." 

"I'll speak to our usual midwives. Shall I send them direct to your address?" 

"Yes, you may." He reaches for his glass -- then pauses. "And…" 

"Yes?" 

"As you re-establish your business… if you find that any of your girls have come to be in search of a different profession--" 

"-- you are, as ever, here to serve?" She pops a sweetmeat in her mouth. "I know." 

He sighs -- but then, he smiles. "... Truth be told, I am glad you are back." 

"As, of course, am I." She takes up her own glass, raising it jauntily towards him. "Let's have a toast, then: to freedom." 

"Aye." He lofts his glass in answer. "To freedom." 

"However long it lasts… which," she adds with a merry sparkle, "shan't be very long for you, Papa Ledigne." 

"Pray, madam--" he groaningly objects, and she laughs. 

And they talk, and they eat, and light seeps from the windows, smoke from the chimney. Outside, ice twinkles on the rooftops and the streets; the wool-barded chocobos snuffle in their standing sleep, and the stars turn slowly above. 

And, despite everything -- all seems, once again, to be almost as it should be.

#ffxiv rp #ardently faithful #stories #rosaire ledigne #denisot bonnefon #morning glory #pregnancy // #stroke // #racism //

[hasty-touch]

Quality ranking meme: The ability to apologize!

A really interesting prompt for ranking characters by an attribute meme!

In some sense, Rosaire would be the best at apologizing. He is eloquent, skillful at expressing empathy and soothing feelings with understanding and humble words. And it’s because he’s a silver-tongued manipulator who’s cultivated the skill of “apologizing” as a means to an end. He will, most likely, never apologize sincerely for anything, because in his mind he’s always right. (He’s improving, but we’re still working our way from “earth-shatteringly enormous hubris” to “massively inflated arrogance”, so it’ll be a bit.)

As far as apologies that are sincere and well-expressed, I’d say:

Gentle Valroit‘s problem is more likely to be apologizing when he wasn’t in the wrong.

Kharadai has the easiest time admitting he was or did wrong, and easily apologizes without resentment. But he might be a little flat and direct, as if expecting the same dispassion from the other person, so it may not go over as well.

Denisot is quite proud, but he knows how to apologize to placate a client, and if realized he was really in the wrong, he’d be mortified and want to make amends.

Mrhael’s a bit gruff and holds grudges, but he’d apologize if he though the other person would take it well and they could then drop it.

Hyacinthe’s Real Bad.

#meme answers // #rosaire ledigne #valroit faucheux #kharadai dhoro #denisot bonnefon #a'mrhael tia #hyacinthe aubeheraut #onwesterlywinds #thank you for ask!!

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easydamus alignment test

Hyacinthe Aubeheraut: Lawful Good

A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished...

tagged by: @elegant-etienne

tagging: @halonic, @sauveterre-ffxiv, anyone! Even if you've taken this famous test before, take it again, in case your character's evolved!

The Alignment Test is here, and three other characters and a chart are below:

Valroit Faucheux: Neutral Good

A neutral good character ... is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them...

Kharadai Dhoro: Chaotic Neutral

A chaotic neutral character ... is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty ... He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy...

and finally...

Denisot Bonnefon: Neutral

A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way...

More details

Their placement on the chart is where I’d personally put them. Their easydamus test results in detail were:

Hyacinthe: LG (33) > LN (31) > NG (25) ... >> CE (3)

Valroit: NG (29) > LG (28) > N (23) ... >> CE (3)

Kharadai: CN (25) > CG (22) > N (20) ... >> LE (7)

Denisot: N (23) > LN (22) > CN (18) ... >> CE (4)

Hyacinthe: Good (16) > Neutral (14) >> Evil (0)

Valroit: Good (18) > Neutral (12) >> Evil (0)

Kharadai: Neutral (12) > Good (9) > Evil (3)

Denisot: Neutral (14) > Good (7) > Evil (0)

Hyacinthe: Law (17) > Neutral (9) > Chaos (3)

Valroit: Neutral (11) > Law (10) > Chaos (3)

Kharadai: Chaos (13) > Neutral (8) > Law (4)

Denisot: Neutral (9) > Law (8) > Chaos (4)

You’ll notice a conspicuous absence of Rosaire Ledigne. This is because he comes up hard against the limitation of the D&D alignment system, and you can make a reasonable case for him to LG, CG, LN, or LE. So stay tuned for an overlong ramble about that, to be finished someday.

#memes // #hyacinthe aubeheraut #valroit faucheux #kharadai dhoro #denisot bonnefon #thanks for tagging me!!

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how is it that georgiansuggestion is calling Denisot out at literally the moment it’s happening in-game...

#silliness #denisot bonnefon #I bought the minion just as a screenshot reference but I kinda #like the idea of him just carrying it under his arm around the city

[traiteur-to-ishgard]

Eat at Denny’s

(( Should you be playing on the Balmung World of Final Fantasy XIV and find yourself in need of an Ishgardian culinarian – to feed guests at your event, cater a Free Company meeting, or provide a small private dinner – Denisot Bonnefon is now present in-game to be of service!

Get in touch with me beforehand – in-game, via Tumblr, or Discord at RosieNFriends#2469 – and I’ll do my best to devise a suited menu. Denisot can come to your event or host up to a Full Party at his apartment, ICly the front room of his house in the lower Pillars of Ishgard, OOCly at Mist, Ward 7 Topmast Subdivision, Room 21.

Even if you’re not on Balmung, I’m happy to dream up a menu for you; you can check my “menu //” tag for past work. (Or to steal ideas wholesale. You’re welcome to!)

I am neither a RL culinarian nor a food historian -- I just play one on TV in a game, but pretend menus are something I really enjoy making, so please let me know if I can enrich your roleplay with mine! ))

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #balmung lf rp #ishgard rp #denisot bonnefon #Be His Guest

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Starlight Feast 12/27/17

Bill of Fare for Rosaire and Gwenneth Ledigne, for a private Starlight Feast

Appetizer

Foie gras or caviar on toast Coerthan oysters

Aperitif

Champagne Rosemary tea Drinking vinegar

Dinner

Roast dodo stuffed with chestnuts Pottage of snurbleberries in red wine and almond milk Salad of beet and turnip greens dressed with white wine vinegar Coerthan crab in cream sauce Lamb mince and cyclops onion pie Manchet rolls Buttered peas

Beverages

New Bacchus red Coerthan perry Strong or small Starlight ale with clove and cinnamon Apple juice

13 Desserts

Starlight pudding with hidden trinkets Vanilla sponge and chocolate buttercream Starlight bûche, topped with rolanberries and meringue decorations Marron glacés Candied citron Wine-poached pears Lemon-lavender shortbread biscuits Count Grey-flavored macarons with bilberry buttercream Marzipan in the shape of fruits and vegetables Black nougat with honey and hazelnuts White nougat with sugar and almonds Gingerbread family Puff pastry with mirror apples Olive oil and orangewater galette

Digestif

Apple brandy Fortified wine Bavarèisa of ⅓ coffee, ⅓ drinking chocolate, and ⅓ milk

(( As with last year’s Starlight feast I drew on a variety of inspirations, including some more modern ones than my usual late-Renaissance sources, to evoke what felt like a holiday atmosphere to us 21st century RPers.

We once again had an English Christmas pudding and again had our guests roll /random for their trinket. I used the same trinkets and fortunes as last year:

unicorn (a wish granted)

rose (happiness)

bell (betrothal)

tower (safety)

boot (travel)

pig (abundance)

ring (marriage)

chocobo (honor and glory)

and a silver coin (prosperity)

... however, we might stop including the ring and/or change the meaning of the bell, because we’ve got a lot of married couples and determined singles at the table these days. Or maybe we’ll throw in the thimble (spinsterhood)?

And we again adapted the Provençal custom of Thirteen Desserts, in this case for King Thordan and the Knights Twelve.

The new challenge I tried this year was to select beverages to go with each phase of the meal and to include non-alcoholic options that were setting-appropriate, “period” (whatever that means in a fantasy game,) and had similar qualities to the traditional alcoholic options.

ICly, the main menu was again devised by Denisot Bonnefon with input from Rosaire Ledigne, and now with additional input from Gwenneth Ledigne. (Gwenneth is serious about Starlight and Rosaire is serious about dinner.) This year they attempted to set a generous table but as they were expecting fewer guests, toned it down a little from last year, and also chose desserts that would be easier to make in small batches or ship to friends. As always, the Ledignes prefer to use mostly Coerthan ingredients with a few flavors from abroad. ))

#ffxiv rp #Starlight Celebration #ishgard #food // #meat // #alcohol // #menu // #rosaire ledigne #gwenneth ledigne

[traiteur-to-ishgard]

Starlight Feast 12/17/16

Bill of Fare for Rosaire Ledigne, for a private Starlight Feast

Appetizer

Shrimp or foie gras on toast

Dinner

Hybrid dodo-gastornis, stuffed with chestnuts and roasted Beet soup with mutton Coerthan peas and carrots in cream sauce Grilled skyfish Turnip salad and additional small plates

13 Desserts

Starlight pudding with hidden trinkets Starlight cake with cream and rolanberries Clove and nutmeg spice cake topped with pear slices Kukuru and vanilla snurbleberry cheesecake Marzipan Candied citron Miniature mirror apple pie Lavender shortbread Hazelnut macaroons Deep-fried choux Coffee eclairs Rosewater sorbet Fresh fruits (... I think.)

Beverages

Champagne Red wine Fortified wine

    (( For this private feast from last year I drew on more modern (17th c+) traditions, both English and French, to appeal to us 21st century RPers.

I particularly wanted an English Christmas pudding for a fun interactive element: everyone at the table rolled /random and received a trinket forecasting their luck for the next year. The trinkets, and fortunes, I used were:

unicorn (a wish granted)

rose (happiness)

bell (betrothal) 

tower (safety)

boot (travel)

pig (abundance)

ring (marriage)

chocobo (honor and glory)

and a silver coin (prosperity)

Gwen and Rosaire, still deep in denial mode at the time, got the bell and ring respectively, and look where they ended up. :|

I also adapted the Provencal custom of the Thirteen Desserts, as it adapts so nicely to the Ishgardian religious myth of Thordan and the Knights Twelve. Unfortunately, writing this nearly a year after this roleplay event, I forgot what the thirteenth dessert was... I think it was supposed to be fresh fruit, probably imported La Noscean oranges.

ICly, the main menu was mainly devised by Denisot Bonnefon, while the desserts were chosen by Rosaire Ledigne. An abundance of food was ordered, as they were not only expecting up to 12 guests, but the uneaten remainder was to be delivered by Rosaire’s housekeeper to her neighbors in the Brume. Likewise, preference was given to Coerthan ingredients when possible, to give local farmers custom, with concessions for the host’s most beloved foreign falvors. The overall impression was intended to be a traditional, but intimate, Ishgardian Starlight.

I want to do this again this year!! ))

#ffxiv rp #starlight celebration #ishgard #food // #menu // #rosaire ledigne

[traiteur-to-ishgard]

it begins

So this sideblog is now a thing.

@hasty-touch (player of @heavens-light-and-hells-ice and more) here to bring you silly content and inspiration having to do with imaginary food from Final Fantasy XIV roleplay, through the lens of Denisot Bonnefon, Ishgardian culinarian.

Expect gifs and reblogs, especially of European food from the late medieval through early modern periods (with some outliers of confectionery because who doesn't love confectionery,) and menus I've written for various roleplay events. I am neither a qualified historian nor an RL culinarian of any skill, and yet I just love researching and exercising my creativity in these areas -- maybe because I can't actually experience these things in the flesh with my dietary restrictions.

CN for food (the whole blog), including meat of animals, sometimes raw. Tagging things #food //, #meat //, #raw meat //, etc., to help you catch things with your blacklist if necessary. Please let me know if any other tags would be helpful!

#housekeeping // #ooc //

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3. How did you choose their name? n 19. What is your favorite fact about your OC? for as many as u'll give me!

For “OC creation meme”:

I’ll go into the names Q in depth for my Ishies since naming characters is often a huge pain and maybe some of these strategies may help out some others who are struggling with it right now:

Hyacinthe was rolled first. I first encountered that name I think on a general list of masculine French names (possibly Behind the Name, which I love) and picked it for him because of floral and gay associations (nsfw Greek vase at link???). I like the idea of telegraphing that about him, especially because I planned for him to be a paladin running around in the Templar’s mail, looking deceptively butch.

Aubeheraut is invented from “aube” (sunrise) + “heraut” (herald), with the idea that this was a surname adopted by a rural lowborn family with a grandiose image of themselves as servants of their patron house. It’s also a reference to chickens/roosters (and therefore chocobos). It’s pretty awkward though; I don’t think it’s one of my most successful surname choices.

Hyacinthe’s stepfamily has standard French names taken from various sources. I like the Academy of Saint Gabriel’s Medieval Names Archive, but the pickings there are awfully slim (since back in the day everyone was named Jehan,) so I used some more modern names too. Hyacinthe’s stepfather, Theadore, got his name because I imagined an Ishgardian would want to emphasize their family’s devotion to a feminine deity. For Hyacinthe’s mother, I picked the name Marguerite because of floral associations, sort of laying a clue or in-joke by having all Hyacinthe’s immediate “blood” relatives have floral names. (ICly, Marguerite picked it for that secret reason.)

Rosaire became the forename of Hyacinthe’s biological father because of that floral theme and also because it’s a good, aggressively religious name for a family that wanted to advertise their piety with their younger children’s names. (Rosaire’s younger sister is named Victoire, a good Halonic name, for this reason.) Rosaire’s surname took AGES to settle on and finally I went with “Ledigne,” which literally translates to “the distinguished”, because it says something about Rosaire’s ego that that’s the surname he gave himself.

Saincourant is a horrible pun off “Fortemps”, and the “Sain” looks/sounds like “Saint” which is another clue to the family’s piety. I’d have given this name more care if I expected it to come up more than once, tbh. >_>;;; Rosaire’s father, Laurentin, follows the floral/plant theme and has (to my ear) a bit of a martial/Halonic feel. Rosaire’s mother and eldest brother have saints’ names with a medievalish feel, since they’re not only Ishgardians but old-fashioned ones.

Valroit Faucheux was originally meant as just a side-NPC for Rosaire, but grew into a PC, as they do… “Valroit” was purely constructed from sounds that felt Elezen-y. Faucheux is a real occupational surname (”mower”) – I think I originally got it off this amazing list of medieval occupational bynames. I wanted something that would signal that this junior inquisitor whose career was going nowhere fast was a country bumpkin by origin.

Valroit’s family members’ forenames come from real French names with Elezen-y suffixes. His two married sisters’ surnames, Chardon (”thistle[-seller]”) and Vanneur (”winnower”), are also real occupational surnames with rural/farming connotations. (Hyacinthe’s sister Leonne also ended up getting an occupational surname, Gardet (”gardener”). Occupational bynames are my go-to for all lowborn Ishgardian Elezen, and I’ve used ‘em for the Greening Institute NPCs too.

Denisot Bonnefon, Rosaire’s favorite traiteur, existed as a character long before he had a name, and I ended up having to name him in a hurry for the wedding feast. His forename, Denisot, IIRC came out of the Saint Gabriel name pages (a diminuitive of Denis, derived from Dionysius, ultimately derived from Dionysos, and who’s a better god to name your culinarian after?) His surname’s straight-out lifted from a chef of the time of the Sun King, Nicolas Bonnefon.

Those are my Ishgardians of note. A'mrhael’s name is just a Miqo’te-ish, nice-sounding name; Viviko is a bit of an FFIX reference since I usually play BLM on her. Kharadai is a back-formation from “Chagadai“, substituting “khar” (”black”), but I have no idea if that’s valid (Харадай is a real name though, apparently!)

AS FOR FAVORITE FACTS…………………. idk what my “favorite” facts are, also I’m totally out of brain juice after answering part 1. So I’ll just give you Completely Random Facts That I Enjoy:

Rosaire’s chocobos also follow a floral/plant naming theme

Hyacinthe was paired with Snowball because they’re both huge

Valroit will eat anything but especially likes cheese

Kharadai can’t properly digest cheese and if he had the brawn/status to do it would totally give an All Meat Diet a go

Denny’s never been on a date

A’mrhael makes most of his money from whitesmithing and redsmithing but has a certain fondness for blacksmith’s big crits.

#Meme Answers // #hyacinthe aubeheraut #rosaire ledigne #valroit faucheux #denisot bonnefon #kharadai dhoro #thank you for asks!!

[hasty-touch]

📂 for Rosaire, 📂 for Denny, 📂 for 1 more of your choice

After I reblogged the “Useless Headcanon Meme” I realized I had made a terrible mistake because… I, the boring-ass slice-of-life obsessed nerd that I am, can barely even think of a “useless” headcanon because my minutest, silliest tiny character details actually end up coming up in the kind of RP that I do, help

But I do have one that’s actually useless:

Rosaire respects as many of the old religious traditions as he can, including fast days. Though, of course, that mainly means abstaining from meat and instead eating fish such as pike, crab, and goose.

(An actually useless headcanon because we will never get an Ishgardian liturgical calendar.)

And two more not-useless but pretty tiny headcanons:

Despite growing up on a farm, Denisot hasn’t ridden a chocobo in years, more than a decade, and is not entirely sure he remembers how.

And Valroit, who also grew up on a farm, still has a slight fear of heights despite living many years in Ishgard and prefers to walk in the middle of walkways in the Pillars, if he can.

#meme answers // #rosaire ledigne #denisot bonnefon #valroit faucheux

[traiteur-to-ishgard]

Valentione’s Dinner 2/15/2018

Bill of Fare for Livicette Rillemont, for a Valentione’s Day Meal

First Course

Pottage of northern pike with herbs and saffron Caviar on toast Oysters Manchet Rolanberry jam Candied ginger, fennel, and dill Champagne, with miniature roses and rolanberries in ice

Second Course

Capon endored, stuffed with a sparrow in a pigeon in a partridge, pine nuts, and forcemeat Salad of rose, mallow, calendula, and violet Jellies of rolanberry, snurbleberry, and currant Vin claret d'une nuit

Third Course

Dark chocolate-covered snurbleberries on gouda Chocolate brie-en-croûte White chocolate rolanberry cheesecake with sugared almonds Coerthan cheeses, an assortment Rolanberries, chocolate-dipped, sugar-rolled, and fresh Pear Apple Pomegranate seeds Daniffen's Joy

(( This Valentione’s Dinner was devised for Livicette Rillemont who wanted in on the action following my other Valentione’s Dinner.

I used similar ideas for this meal: three courses of dishes with inspiration mainly drawn from late-medieval-to-Renaissance French and English recipes (though ultimately an anachronism stew* because fantasy MMO.)

ICly, Denisot was instructed to go all-out and heap in all the luxurious, expensive ingredients he wished, as long as he incorporated rolanberries, a particular favorite of Lady Livicette and her guest. He went for “traditional splendor with a contemporary twist”, with ingredients to melt the frost of Menphina, and voluptuous excess designed to please highborn Ishgardian tastes†.

* ... teehee, anachronism stew.

† ... This may have been a miscalculation in the case of Livicette and her lady friend, but at least they’ve got leftovers for days. ))

#ffxiv rp #Ishgard #valentione's day #denisot bonnefon #food // #menu // #alcohol //

[traiteur-to-ishgard]

Valentione’s Dinner 2/12/2018

Bill of Fare for the Champion Poet of the Red Velvet Festival

First Course

Soup of oysters in almond milk Steamed asparagus with olive oil and pepper Manchet rolls Ginger-rolanberry compote Champagne

Second Course

Two roast quail endored, stuffed with pine nuts, costumed as courting swans Salad of violet, mallow, and other flowers Candied lemon, orange, and quince in the shape of hearts 1565 Ishgardian Cabernet Sauvignon

Third Course

Coerthan cheeses of yak, aldgoat, and karakul Miniature chocolate Valentione's Cake with mirror glaze and marzipan figures Pomegranate Coerthan apple brandy

(( This meal was offered to the winner of the @greening-coerthas​ Red Velvet Festival poetry contest, Mahsa Shadowtail, and her significant other, Jagadai Nokhoi!

For this meal I tried evoking that period*, Ishgardian feel by basing the format around a service à la française and hitting the usual late-medieval-to-Renaissance French and English recipes for inspiration, making sure to include some ingredients with aphrodisiac associations†. The challenge was balancing luxury and ostentation with portion sizes that felt even close to appropriate for just two diners!

The main dish of the second course included a (I think) fun gimmick: the quails were dressed in paper folded and twisted to make them look like two courting swans, and when these paper covers were lifted, gold leaf (heavily cut with calendula petals) cascaded out to cover the table.

I continue trying to learn about wines and beverage pairings.

ICly, this menu was mainly devised by Denisot Bonnefon to fit a (generous, but reasonable) budget set by Rosaire Ledigne. The aim was to create a beautiful, luxurious meal without going overboard into gruesome decadence, so that a couple -- especially one that might not be able to experience a fancy Ishgardian meal otherwise -- could enjoy a fun and memorable Valentione’s Day together.

* ... though once again, in Final Fantasy, "period" doesn't mean very much...

† ... and pretty much every food that has ever existed ever has some sort of aphrodisiac association. ))

#ffxiv rp #Ishgard #valentione's day #denisot bonnefon #food // #menu // #alcohol //