#guydelot thildonnet

[velnica]

Night Hunters 🌙 (Vampire Sanson/Werewolf Guydelot)

#These two... #Love them so much #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #bard boys #vampire AU #vampire sanson #werewolf guydelot #ffxiv #ffxiv gpos #ffxiv gpose #my gposes

[sangrefae]

happy 4/20 and RIP sanson lmao (original post x)

#ffxiv #cave scribbles #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #ffxiv bard quests #ffxiv bard #digital art #i put in #way too much effort

[aoife-asturmaux]

Finished brd 60 and ended up really liking this group of weirdos :') one last pic of the squad before we venture into the stormblood quests...

#viera #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #warrior of light #bun pics #ffxiv

[sezja]

For the ask game: Guydelot and 2 or 3?

CHARACTER ASK GAME!!!

2: Favorite canon thing about this character?

His fierce loyalty, and the way he makes people earn it. Guydelot isn't the type to grant someone his loyalty just because someone else says he should - it's not just a disrespect for authority (though that's in there, too), but also a kind of quiet disdain for the idea that just because someone has power over him, they deserve to have power over him. He's independent, he prefers to do things his own way, and he prefers to work with people who understand how he works.

And it's clear by the time the Stormblood quests roll around that Sanson has earned his loyalty, and it runs deep. He's still doing things his own way, but Sanson's giving him the room to do it and not nagging at him about it - Sanson's extended him some trust, and Guydelot respects that! The shift in their relationship is subtle, but striking.

3: Least favorite canon thing about this character?

Much like Sanson, the fact that he just vanishes into the ether the instant his quests are over. For Guydelot, I will let this stand as my least favorite thing, because I would actually love to see him develop more as the story goes on - and I'd like to hear his commentary on whatever's going on in the MSQ! I just think we ought to find him hanging out with Jehantel sometimes.

(Also much like Sanson, anything I could claim to "dislike" about him is all character traits he's actively working on, and therefore are things I find endearing and interesting about him. He's a pain in the ass, but that's what's so fun about him!)

#guydelot thildonnet #i love him so much #what a good boy

[nabaath-areng]

Jag ska spela den musiken Som du alltid brukar sjunga Jag ska göra en säng av rosor till dig.

#guydesan #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #guydelot x sanson #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv screenshot #ffxiv npc #en säng av rosor by darin is so extremely guydesan my teeth are aching #i forget to post things so rare npc ship stuff #(cant wait to get new desktop fixed cause laptop screens the bane of my existence)

[berrybooze]

doodle

#ffxiv #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #guydesan

[eemamminy-art]

You know I talk too much, honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up

#guydesan #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #m/m ship

[miss-littevi]

~ With friends like that ~

(Repost from Valention 2021)

With one last strong pull on the lacing, Guydelot forced the dress to snap around his girlfriend’s body. Ilmie gasped for air as he did so, and he spoke concerned: “Too tight?” “No.”, she answered breathless, “It’s okay.” Ilmie could feel, that he loosened the lacing just a little bit right before his fingertips moved across her back as he tied the cords and hid the loose ends under the fabric. She smiled: „Sorry for forcing you to help me getting dressed – I know you more likely want to undress me.” Her eyes narrowed and a daring, yet teasing gaze - reflected by the mirror - met his eyes. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her neck and whispered in her ear: “Seeing you in this dress, the beautiful shape of your even more beautiful body… it’s a very pleasant view. I have at least 10 new songs in mind, you know?” He smirked as he looked at her mirror image. She smirked just alike and answered: „Songs you’d sing in public?” „Rather not. “, was his short and not surprising answer. He put his arm around her shoulders, close to her throat. His arm was close enough she could feel him with ease but he made sure that she could breathe without any problems – he always made sure attention not to hurt her, today was no difference with that."

(more under the cut)

I will never let you go again. You know that, don't you?", he said with his slightly dangerous smirk. She knew that expression, that strong grip on her body, that played attempt to dominate her, so well and it didn't impress her. Normally she would play the game with him, play her role for him as he played his role for her, and they’d see where it would lead them, but not today. She put a hand on his arm and pulled it away from her throat, looked over her shoulder with a twisted smile as she replied: "I know that, yes. But remember: if I want to go, I'll go. And there would be nothing you could do about it. But I don't want to leave you at all, so: relax. And now, take your arms off me and change your clothes. We have plans for the evening." Guydelot placed a soft kiss below her ear, smiled and took his arms off her. He was madly in love with that woman and would have loved to hold her the whole evening, but she was right. They had at least one other plan and they'd better be there in time.

She looked after him, as he walked across the room, over to the wardrobe and when he took off his shirt, her eyes lightened up in excitement and she softly bit her lip. But remembered her own words right away and gave herself an imaginary slap. This was for sure the right place but definitely not the right time for this kind of thoughts, she warned herself. And she giggled. This man really had a bad influence on her - her, the once so virtuous ishgardian Elezen. He turned around, asked slightly annoyed: “What? Have I done something wrong? Is there something on my back?” Sie was still giggling but got more serious quickly before she replied: “No, everything is fine. I just thought about… I am so lucky to be here, with you” He smiled genuinely happy, shook his head to hide it and turned to the wardrobe again, looking for another shirt.

The two Bards had a kind of "long-term mission" and the next step was the plan for this evening. Initially they didn’t expect it to be that much of a problem, but after their first attempts failed miserably, they realized, that it would be their most difficult mission but that wouldn't stop them from succeeding sooner or later. And their “victim” was... Sanson. They picked him up at his appartement and after Guydelot had critically checked on the Hyuran’s outfit, they continued their way to a nearby bar.

“What a nice act of kindness from you, to invite me to your Valentions-Date”, Sanson spoke with a combination of annoyance and enjoyment in his voice. He sat at a table and gazed over to the two Elezen, who were engaged in a mix of a dance and many longer or shorter kisses and seemed to have forgotten, Sanson was there with them. He knew both Ilmie and Guydelot quite a while now and he should have expected something like that, but he had agreed to come with them anyway. As he sat in that bar now, he had that feeling, they have planned something for him. A surprise he wasn't even the slightest interested in. He emptied his cup and turned to the two Elezen: "Looks like you don't need me here. So, why am I even here?"

Ilmie ended the kiss, pushed her boyfriend just a little away from her and pointed over to a dark-haired waitress, that ran around the bar and served several drinks. "Her.", Ilmie told Sanson quietly and took her hand down again, "You are here because of her."

Sanson rolled his eyes and answered with serious voice: "Really? You two still haven't given up?" “Not as long as you are not taken yet.", Ilmie answered amused. Sanson stood up and put his hands on the table: "I'll go home now. See you tomorrow." Guydelot grinned: "Take that girl with you, when you go" Sanson pretended to not hear him and spoke seriously: "And Guydelot...?" The addressed looked to the Hyuran. Sanson continued: "Your next three-week-shift starts tomorrow. You'd better be there." Without another word, Sanson turned and left. Out of the corner of her eye, Ilmie could see said dark-haired waitress rushing up to him and that she spoke to him. Sanson stopped, answered and nodded gently. The two bards hadn’t let her know about their plan, but that wasn't even necessary. Ilmie had picked up some gossip lately, that waitress had put an eye on one of the Wood Wailer’s lancers. A lancer, that used his time to set up a unit of Bard – and there weren’t much of that kind. So, the plan for this evening was born at seemed to be at least not a total disaster. Ilmie looked at her boyfriend and pulled his face over to her, away from Sanson and the dark-haired waitress. “Right, that shift. I totally forgot about that.”, she said downcast, almost sad, “You surely want to go home to get some sleep before you have to leave tomorrow, right?” Guydelot laughed: “Are you kidding? No, I don’t want to go home. Let’s dance the night away! I mean, who needs sleep anyway when he can have a night like this?” “Okay then.”, the blonde Elezen replied, kissing him quick and picked up the music’s rhythm, started another dance.

#elezen #oc: ilmie duremert #WoodlandVerses #guydelot thildonnet #littevi on etheirys

[morocosmos]

#loveintheair Day 5 - Touch

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Relationships: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Warnings: Injury, Kidnapping, Medical Treatment Prompt List and Event by millymischief Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

“Easy now, Chief. This is gonna sting for a while more.” There is a tremor in Guydelot’s voice that Sanson has never heard before in the two years they’ve known one another, as the bard dabs cleansing potion on his wounds with a piece of gauze. Several bloodied pieces already lay discarded in the bin, which they'd pulled next to the couch they're sitting on in Sanson's apartment.

Bare-chested, he feels exposed in the chilly autumn air; under Guydelot’s scrutiny, whose touch is steady, but perturbingly delicate, like he’s afraid Sanson will splinter and crack into a thousand pieces. He winces, half out of pain and half out of shame as Guydelot dabs at a particularly large cut on his back. One of Nourval’s guards had slashed him with the tip of his spear, and the cut ran deeper into his skin than the rest. In the mirror — Sanson had all but insisted that Guydelot bring it here, despite his friend’s baffled protest — the wound looks angry and red, on the cusp of infection.

Small wonder, given he’d been dragged through dirt and mud for almost a sennight. There's a dull, haggard look to his eyes in the mirror that the fading sunlight won't reach. His captors had seen that he had not bled to death or died of thirst, but little else.

“Sorry.” Guydelot’s quiet apology takes Sanson aback; he is being far too serious about this. Where Sanson might have once appreciated the change, it feels wrong now, like the world around him has tilted.  “I’m fine. There’s no need to be so gentle,” he insists. He goes for a reassuring tone, because Matron knows how worried his friend must have been while he’d been gone. He'd thrown in a few light-hearted complaints about how much it had twisted his pride to call on Commander Vorsaile's aid on their way back to Gridania, but Sanson hasn’t missed the dark circles under his eyes, nor the way Guydelot hasn't left his side since they walked away from that dreaded clearing. 

He must've worried him half to death, and all because he’d been so stupid as to fall for Nourval’s trap without a second thought. 

There’s a hollow chuckle from Guydelot, who shakes his head. His hand, still holding the gauze, drifts down to Sanson's shoulder. “Not just that. I should’ve followed you. If I’d been there, maybe you wouldn’t’ve…” His voice breaks, just by an ilm, but it’s enough for Sanson to sit up straight as his friend leans back, eyes wide and hands held in the air. “But you’re here now, eh?” he says, a little too quickly. “No sense in mulling over the worst version of things.”

Guydelot. Sanson doesn’t know what to say, or maybe it’s that he doesn’t want to say it. Hadn’t he turned that very thought over in his head, endlessly, each and every night while he was held captive? Carried it in his chest like poison: that the last time he saw and spoke to Guydelot might have been carelessly spent, a moment of no consequence. That he'd leave him behind without ever saying the words he's wanted to say since his feelings struck like a bolt from the Destroyer himself, somewhere along the path of their friendship.

“Chief?” The concern in Guydelot’s voice snaps some sense back into him. Captivity has addled his mind; professing his feelings here would be ridiculous…wouldn’t it? 

But he remembers the pensive way Moro'a had looked at the two of them when it was all over, and the words he'd said to him in private, before the Warrior of Light was called to the Far East. Don't leave it too late.

Gods, if he’s been so obvious about it, there’s a chance others have noticed it as well. It is a terrifying precipice to stand upon. Yet Sanson had nearly lost his chance once — could he stand to lose it again? With difficulty, he finds his voice. “Guydelot.” His friend looks back at him, slightly apprehensive.

He still can't find it himself to say the exact words, but he tries. “Thank you,” he stammers out. “For…for this. For finding me.” A sudden sliver of courage bolsters him, and he takes Guydelot's free hand, hearing the bard's breath catch as he curls his fingers into his palm.

“I'm sorry for worrying you.” He swallows. “I hope this is not too forward, but I…” His momentary boldness deserts him, but their hands are already joined; mild panic seizes him. What is he doing? He is Guydelot's commanding officer, his superior — he cannot be propositioning the bard in his own home when he merely wishes to make sure that Sanson's injuries are seen to-

Except…

Guydelot is laughing. A softer variation of an all too familiar cadence, it sounds suspiciously relieved, and all too sweet to Sanson's ears. 

“And here I thought I'd have to coax it out of you in another five years.” Sanson throws him an exasperated look, to which the bard adds, “Give or take. Matron’s teats, Sanson…”

Sanson is about to object to invoking Nophica's bosom in the middle of a- a confession (that's what this is, isn't? At least take it seriously!) when Guydelot threads his fingers between his own, bringing his thoughts to a jarring stop. The bard places his remaining hand atop theirs, and the gauze tumbles to the back of the couch, forgotten.

“I’m glad you're here. So please…stay.” There's that quiver in his voice again; Sanson never wants to hear it again.

Feeling his own throat tighten, Sanson squeezes their fingers together. “I am here. For as long as you will have me,” he whispers. It's a long, long time before they let go.

#kae scribbles #loveintheair xiv 2024 #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #i squint every time i look at this but i'm releasing it now...to the world.... #every now and then i'm obsessed with the idea of bard boys only getting together after sanson's kidnapping #sometimes because of sanson's kidnapping

[arlar]

thank you to the bard quests for inventing homosexuality

#we crossposting some stuff from twitter today #ffxiv #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #i love sanson so much and i refuse to believe that he isn't tiny #my art

[zylphiacrowley]

You know what the absolute worst part about xiv removing the funny little job specific quests? We'll never get the love confession from Sanson and Guydelot.

#sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #Final Fantasy XIV #brd boys #I've been replaying the brd job quests on my NPC alt #maybe for one of the valentoine's eventa they'll make it official. #Sanson and Guydelot wedding prep quest tbh #I also miss X'rhun and Arya but X'rhun fucked off traveling and hasnt been seen since. TTATT

[velnica]

« Grand Serpent Marshal » Sanson Smyth

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Guydelot Thildonnet « Of the Triumphant Melody »

I think I have mentioned this before but in my headcanon, once Sanson reaches the Marshal ranks, Guydelot formally resigns from the Adders and becomes the full time Bard Mentor, taking over from the retiring Jehantel. The military is only willing to tolerate their relationship up to a certain point, and Guydelot could not be arsed to fight the bureaucracy for it.

Ironically this way Sanson is free to work even closer with Guydelot because the bards are essentially their personal project. Of course nobody is keen to say no to what is essentially the most decorated unit of the Adders!

As long as the bards are flourishing, turning the other cheek to their Grand Marshal being married to the Bard Mentor is an easy ask, they just can't do it in the sanctioned military environment. Also Guydelot gets to set his own hours, which suits him and Rehlii just fine 💚

#Sanson is tailor made for this role #if there is a timeskip they need to put him here #I take no other substitute #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #guydesan #bard boys

[sangrefae]

slides in here with another bunch of misc bard doodles. there are so many more where that came from i just have to split them into diff posts

#cave scribbles #ffxiv #elinor sumarlioi #guydelot thildonnet #sanson smyth #ffxiv art #ffxiv oc #ffxiv bard #viera oc #male viera #digital art #oc x canon #eliguydesan

[fourfoldfires]

every so often i think about sanson the stiff and guydelot the spent like the localization team really did that. they simply had to let us know that this one guy doesn't nut enough. and this other guy, on the other hand, nuts Too Much.

#my wol stuck in the middle of all this like: “i nut just the right amount thank you.” (no one asked) #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #wild shrieks.txt

[sezja]

Adequate depiction of my ongoing mental state

Thaffe in the foreground, but always, lurking just a little behind....

Them™

#thaffe morhand #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #i see you back there boys. i see you. i'm getting there i swear

[aoife-asturmaux]

me and the boys shooting our new album cover

#viera #warrior of light #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #bun pics #ffxiv