#heilyn

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 26: Last

Content Warning: Mention of beheading, lack of eating

Esredes had been acting strangely since he came into the office later in the morning. The Tribunal had called him for a session in the morning, and while he normally at least greeted his team's coworkers if they were in, he didn't acknowledge them at all. Magdelaine and Alvere had both tried to say hello to him at different points, but he only muttered back a hi and left the room.

Now that he was back to his office, he only relaxed a little in the comfort of it. He took out today's newspaper and instead of setting it on the side of his desk, he threw it directly into the trash, and got to work. And unlike what happened at the Tribunal, he randomly emerged from his office at multiple points to go down and across the hall, telling Heilyn and Ferrant both he appreciated them a lot and what they did for him.

To top it off, when lunch hour came, he didn't re-emerge from his office. This prompted Heilyn to check in on him. He came in and put a half sandwich and bowl of soup on his desk. "Hey." He said. "It's fine if you don't want to come eat in the breakroom, but at least eat while you're doing it. Esredes looked up at Heilyn, then at the food, and winced a little. "I'm feeling a persistent sense of nausea today." He offered. "Can't eat. Not feeling it." Heilyn's look grew concerned. He closed the door to the office and pulled up a chair. "Hey, wanna talk about it? I don't keep up with the news, learn most of it from folks at the workshop chattering away while doing their crafts. Clearly something's got you though and... I can go, we talk, or I can just stay and keep you company so you're not alone. Take your pick." "Mmm." Esredes said, finally sighing. "So you didn't read the newspaper." Heilyn shook his head. "Nah, fell out of the practice in Ul'dah. Too depressing in a city of greedy money-lovers as a low-income house. Learned what I needed to about local events in the market, and little Ala always brought home the good stories." Usually Esredes skimmed through the newspaper, but today, front and center as the headliner, they had elected to print about a recent execution. An infamous and highly wanted for years criminal had finally met his end by the sword, and the paper discussed how joyous of an occasion it was, and how the streets were now safer. "My appetite went away." He said. "Can't eat. Waiting for it to come back. When it does, I'll eat." Heilyn's ear twitched. There was silence for a moment. "Hey, if you need to miss the party this evening, that's okay. Just know that you are supported. No matter what happened, I'm going to have your back. Just make sure you are taking care of yourself, alright?" "The...? Oh gods. I forgot about the party." Fuck. "No, no, I'm not skipping it or anything. I just won't eat."

The building's custodian was retiring, and Ferrant arranged for a going away party near the end of the workday. Esredes wouldn't miss it for anything- keeping two rooms clean for him, especially the blue room, was not an easy task, and he was forever grateful for it. So when four rolled around, he stopped working and joined his coworkers in the break room. There was cake, and he still didn't touch it, but he smiled and put on an upbeat demeanor, continuing his thankful and appreciative words from earlier with everyone else as they thanked a beloved employee for his work and wished him well in retirement.

When the workday ended, Esredes didn't immediately have plans. Usually that was a blessing for him to go home, but he didn't want to, not today. Instead, he immediately linkpearled around his friends, taking care to avoid anyone who was in any way part of the military before the war ended, to see who was available to go out as he changed out of his work clothes in the bathroom. While putting his work clothes back in his bag, he came across his badge for the Sky Vigil, which was always on him somewhere just in case Temple Knights tried to stop him. More specifically, he came across the back of it, which listed if he could donate blood and his next of kin, Seraphiaux Rosemond. And then he covered it with his work shirt.

Fortunately for himself, several friends responded to his call and agreed to come with him to one of those Empyreum startup bars. At the bar, the same question came up when others ordered food with their drinks and he didn't: are you going to have anything, Esredes? But he shook his head and said he wasn't hungry. His appetite might just rival his neck for the most fragile part of his body. Like he had done with his coworkers earlier, he told all of his friends who came he appreciated them. Some of them found it a little odd, others hugged him or squeed his name in joy in response. The night went on and on as the group chattered, about everything going on in their lives. Weddings, getting engaged, new job or life opportunities, children for the couple people in the group who had them, and what they were doing for Valentione's Day. He came in and out of the conversation, but it seemed the group noticed he was off. They kept asking his opinion on things, they turned the conversation to him on multiple points, they teased him in good faith and he retaliated with even more teasing. By the end of the outing, he had managed to steal a few pieces of an appetizer that no one stopped him from taking.

It was late when he said goodbye and went home. Esredes did some brief candlelight reading in bed, then drew the covers over himself. As he'd calculated, he was tired enough to pass out without thinking too much, and for a small mercy, he didn't have nightmares. In the morning, he would wake up, and send a silent thank you- to what he didn't know, but he did- as he rose and got ready for work. Some days were harder than others to get out of bed, but today he felt exceptionally light. He didn't linger in bed at all, instead springing right up. Today was a new day, and he'd rise to face it for whatever it was.

#in action #writing #ffxivwrite2023 #heilyn #magdelaine #alvere #ferrant #alastor

[floraesky-a]

your muse could have a man that can do both.

#⸻ ❛ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 » ooc. #// heilyn really said he wants to be both soft and mysterious looking #// it's the glasses #// he has them on and he's soft #// he takes them off and it's like night and day #⸻ ❛ 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 » heilyn bethell.

[rewrittn]

okay thoughts on the fcs for two new ocs i’m adding

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ blossom is speaking now ┊ ooc . #// her name is lorraine & she's 32 & a theater actress #// his name is heilyn & he's 35 & he likes traveling to different places that he has read about in books. huge book collector #// i need to make big info dumps on them BUT !! #// i wanted to have some ocs that weren't just in their 20s or appear in their 20s for once. me trying to sprinkle in variety okay

[creativebrainrot]

damn bro you doomed by the narrative too?? thats crazy..............................we should make out

#oc: sylas (he/him) #oc: luc (he/him) #oc: heilyn (he/him) #someone somewhere has already made this post #but im not fucking lookin for it lmao

[the-desert-beast]

A villain AU for Kynwyl.

Take all of his good traits, his diplomatic tendencies, his perceptiveness, his memory of little things about people and their preferences, his charisma, his way with words. And corrupt them. Someone so cunning, so deceptive, so subtly monstrous, that you're in too deep by the time you even realize that something is wrong. A man who can so easily make you feel safe and welcome, slowly but surely isolating you. Promising you that life in his court will be better for you, you'll be safe there, he can watch over you there, no one can hurt you there, you'll be safe. The effort it would take from a courtier to slowly erode Kynwyl's outlook on life; Kynwyl tries to be understanding of everyone, to be good faith and give good will to people unless he's seen them cross a line he cannot forgive. It's exceptionally difficult to convince him of someone being truly irredeemable. They can do that themselves in his eyes just fine. But rumor and gossip means next to nothing to him. Heilyn tries to get his hooks in. He tries, slowly but surely to coax Kynwyl to his point of view. To welcome the Nightmare. To see that others are as cruel as Heilyn is, that even Kynwyl has done cruel things like those strangers. A note, about this AU, is that, Heilyn basically has a less than 5% chance of his bullshit working- even if he plays the really really really slow game. Kynwyl would very quickly catch him. So pretend with me for a moment that Heilyn has 10 more charisma and 5 more braincells in this AU. That's the only way he could pull this off. And slowly but surely it works. Slowly Kynwyl can see the cruelty Heilyn points out, he can see the "poison" in the actions of the ones he loves, the subtle malice in their words that Heilyn has noted. Eventually he agrees to go with Heilyn to his court. And he gets worse from there. Heilyn's words convince him that others are just as bad as the court, convine him that only he can save them, that only they can see the truth. Only they know what's best. Sylas warms up to Kynwyl quickly; The both of them are corrupted knight types, though Kynwyl has much stronger knight vibes than Sylas does. They both enjoy the hunt, they share in the fun of being cruel; the dreamers deserve it after all, they're the ones lying to the saplings of the grove. Luc, however, despises Kynwyl. Kynwyl is everything Luc has pretended to be. Heilyn and Sylas love Kynwyl, they almost worship him. (Though it isn't completely genuine, at first.) Luc begins to feel like he's being replaced as Kynwyl settles in, and he's not entirely wrong. Kynwyl is still kind to Heilyn and Sylas, he still romances them, he still gives them that hopeless romanticity he has in his heart even still. Despite how corrupted it now is. Eventually Luc and Kynwyl are genuine enemies as Luc gets worse and worse and starts acting more and more malicious and violent to Heilyn and Sylas, and even Kynwyl himself. However those threats get Luc into more trouble because Kynwyl still doesn't suffer self-absorbed fools (funny how hypocritical that is in this AU.) Luc gets cast out and is left to be hunted by his now-previous Duchess. Morgana takes a hell of a liking to Kynwyl, and once Luc is gone, Kynwyl beseeches her to forgive Heilyn and Sylas, as using her beloved daughter as a weapon was mostly Luc's idea. Sort of using a, "Look at me, am I not evidence of Heilyn's prowess and dedication?" kind of argument. It works, much to Sylas and Heilyn's nervousness. They do appreciate it however.

Kynwyl in this AU has become a frightening weapon of the Nightmare Court. A beloved precious dark knight of Duchess Morgana's. A man who used to be such a kind and caring, attentive hopeless romantic, is now controlling and obsessive. He's still attentive and sweet, but only for the ones who behave. He might throw you away for his next romance if you prove to be not interesting enough, or you simply weren't "the one." Even Heilyn and Sylas have lost his interest now and again. A man who was once so dedicated to his loved ones is now genuinely convinced that none of them know what's best for themselves. He used to look up to and idolize his older brother (he still does deep down) but now he's awfully convinced that his older brother has been squandering their true potential as sylvari outside the pale dream. All of him has been truly twisted.

okay now because I love kynwyl so much im holding you at gunpoint to imagine Canon him in a snuggle pile with his polycule thank you goodnight.

#oc: kynwyl (he/him) #my ocs #ocposting #gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 ocs

[ofglories]

On the third day Ynawc left them. Grudyen went next, and then Heilyn. Taliesin was the last to go, he the sweet singer, the wonder of western bards until the world's end. Pryderi tried hard to get him to go on to Dyved. "You can get the best hospitality in the world there," he urged. "You can sing with my mother's Birds, that some say can sing even sweeter than you, and you can talk wisdom with my kinsman, the old druid Pendaran Dyved." But Taliesin shook his head. "I have been with you long enough," he said, "and the deeds we shall do together are done. I would they were not, for you are both good company. But I must go where new deeds are shaping, for that is ever the law of Taliesin. You ride south into Dyved that men unborn shall call the Land of Illusion and Glamour, and I ride north, into the fierce sunlight of the future." Manawyddan looked at him straightly. "You mean that we are the past? Well, so it may be." Pryderi put his hands on his hips and hitched his sword around a little. "I do not feel past at all," said he. "I am still doing things, and I intend to do more." But Taliesin and Manawyddan did not heed him; they were looking deep into each other's eyes. The twilight was soft around them; under the trees dusk was settling, shadows that would soon ripen into darkness were already stretching forth long black arms. Only pink clouds still bloomed like flowers in the western sky. And for a breath's space the gay young King of Dyved felt as though he were touched by the fingertip of a great silence, of a finality that was also peace. Then the poet turned to him. "I go now to Gwynedd," said Taliesin. "I was there at the court of Don, before the birth of Gwydion. And now I would watch him grow." "Gwydion?" said Pryderi, pleased to understand something at last. "Is he not the little boy who is to be Mâth's heir?" In the dim light Taliesin looked at him long and sadly. "He is a little boy, but that is not all he is. Or all he has been. He has borne many names. But now he is ca'lled the son of Don, the sister of Mâth the Ancient, and in time to come you will think that you know that name too well. And later all the world will know him, for there is a universal forge, and our world is metal upon it, and he is the smith who will hammer our part of the world into a new shape. What bloody fools like Caswallon do may be undone, but not the work of wise men who work through the mind."

"The Song of the Rhiannon", The Mabinogion tetralogy- Evangeline Walton.

#mabinogion hours tag; #a song that echoes upon time ; taliesin #an endless tale; headcanon #part one of this because tumblr is stupid

[momolith]

lets see if i can cobble together something coherent about jiyong

completely unintentionally jiyong and his story has become a place where ive poured much of my traumas into... i realized the parallels of his story with MY traumas after the fact LOL if that makes sense?

for a long time i really struggled with him (and i still do, but now its mostly his design and not also his story and personality) but lately ive really managed to develop him well! im really happy about that because when i made him i knew he had potential but i just couldnt get there no matter how i tried.

anyway onto him and his story... (btw the worldbuilding is very much a wip and theres a lot i still need to work on and flesh out)

essentially his is a story of family trauma and revenge.

his father is Nikephoros, real name Min Jeongho. hes a dragon and celebrated knight from a House with very high standing in this world. he was the youngest of his siblings and thus is very much A Youngest Son. but unforeseen circumstances made it so he ended up the only one of his siblings alive to inherit his fathers seat as head of house.

now hes been head for a very long time already (dragons are very long lived so he's been alive long enough to show visible signs of aging) but all these years has refused to settle down to marry and have heirs. his adviors are SO stressed dealing with him.

which is then very ironic when he accidentally ends up fathering jiyong with a prostitute he spent the night with after celebrating some sort of feat (unsure, but definitely a battlefield victory or something of that note). unfortunately for jiyong and his mother, nikephoros' advisors learn of his existence before nikephoros does. and they can NOT accept a half-breed, most definitely infertile, peasant boy as their lords heir! they take matters into their own hands. their lord doesnt need to know.

hes in a dragons equivalent of his 50s-60s. fantasy korean (LOL) bisexual 9 ft / 275cm he/him characters that remind me of him: yan wushi, tianlang-jun

now jiyongs mom on the other hand i still dont know all that much about as shes the newest addition to this. nikephoros is so fleshed out because ive had him as an oc for years, i simply updated and upgraded him LOL. luckily these past few days ive been inspired to work on jiyong and his family so ive got more than i had for a long time

her name is Eirwen ir Heilyn and shes a unicorn. at the time of meeting nikephoros she was a prostitute but shes retired now (as either the madam of the brothel or simply a servant there). she was unprepared to have jiyong as conception between a dragon and unicorn is rare, but she did her best. thankfully she and her coworkers were close and they stepped in to help her with raising jiyong.

she gave jiyong a korean name (and his fathers surname) in the hopes of him being taken in by his father... in vain. because nikephoros couldnt give less of a fuck and his house wants jiyong dead. she had sent letters to nikephoros as well but none went answered (they were obviously intercepted by his advisors) and after the first assassination attempt on her son, she gave up on nikephoros. through luck or maybe even sheer coincidence she's managed to survive attempts on her own life as well as her sons.

at first i considered having her be killed by his fathers men but then i was like girl... not another dead mom trope lmfao fuck that

shes in a unicorns equivalent of her 40s i think fantasy welsh bisexual 5'10 / 178cm she/her

AND NOW... ONTO THE MAN OF THE HOUR...

Min Jiyong is a qilin/kirin, which are dragon/unicorn offspring (they are more often than not sterile). as both his parents have very little pigment (both their coloring is predominantly white) he has albinism. he grew up in the brothel, and spent much of his childhood working odd jobs such as fetching water, getting groceries, delivering messages and even mending clothes.

despite a difficult childhood his relationship with his mother is good and pretty stable. his father on the other hand... now his parents only did spend that one night together, so eirwen didnt actually know much about nikephoros except what she gleaned from that one night and what was public knowledge. she was honest and upfront with jiyong about his father although in the beginning she did have a naive hope that nikephoros would welcome his son into his house with open arms.

the first attempt on his life almost succeeded, and he still has the scar from that. its also the most visible. (he wears that shit like a necklace. he runs solely on spite and pettiness LMFAO)

as a child he taught himself how to speak as nobles do by eavesdropping on customers and imitating them.

as to not stand out too much he dyes all his hair black.

in his late teens and early 20s he met devora, who took jiyong under their wing as a bounty hunter. devora is a dragon, and a rare one at that, who used to have a high ranking position before they went their own way. so they had worked with nikephoros before, and knew him on an acquaintance level. when devora and jiyong parted ways, devora gifted him a pair of earrings similar to the ones they knew were nikephoros' signature pair.

devora had a profound effect on jiyong, more than they realized, as they were the closest to a proper father figure jiyong had ever had.

now he works as a bounty hunter. but his number one goal is revenge. on his father and his house. and he'll do whatever it takes.

jiyong is highly intelligent, adaptable and ruthless. hes patient when it matters, perceptive and analytical. hes resentful and cynical with an obsessive streak.

hes in his 30s half korean, half white bisexual 6'5 / 195cm (this might change? but as of now) he/him his insane character insp list, as seen by that little board i did: hua cheng, johan liebert, griffith, edmond (nu: carnival), alucard (specifically ayami kojimas), luo binghe, shen jiu/og! shen qingqiu, jin guangyao

there might be more to say about him but i ran out of steam LOL!!!!!!!! HELP this is the most ive written in months

#oc #jiyong #nikephoros #eirwen #this ended up longer than i intended... #and i still feel like theres more i could say but. alas.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Flann Rhydderch

The Dullahan Prince of C.R.C Flann Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's Cousin, Hywel's nephew, and Fergus' son, Flann. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a smart, laid-back and youthful father. He is the only heir to the Dullahan throne.

"Jeez, talk about a 'head-case'."

Name

Full Legal Name: Flann Cairbre Heilyn Echthigern Rhydderch

First Name: Flann

Meaning: Means 'Blood Red' in Irish.

Pronunciation: FLAN

Origin: Irish, Old Irish

Middle Name(s): Cairbre, Heilyn, Echthigern

Meaning(s): Cairbre: Means 'Charioteer' in Irish. Heilyn: Means 'Winebearer, Dispenser' in Welsh. Echthigern: Means 'Horse lord' from Old Irish 'Ech' 'Horse' and 'Tigerna' 'Lord'

Pronunciation(s): KAR-brya. HUW-lihn. eck-THIG-urn

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh Mythology, Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Dullahan Prince, Flann Rhydderch

Reason: This is Flann's ring name

Nicknames: N/A

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 10th, 1988

Symbols: Dullahans, Guillotines, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Theme Song: 'M1 A1' - Gorillaz (2006-)

Voice Actor: Colin O'Donoghue

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: Bright Orange

Body Hair: Sparse

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 30

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Double, Both)

Scars: Lots of small unnoticeable scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: ADHD, Lisp

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Jarlath Rhydderch, Patrick Rhydderch, Lochlainn Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch, Uilliam Rhydderch, Ivor Rhydderch, Sean Rhydderch, Wyn Rhydderch, Vaughan Rhydderch, Neifion Rhydderch, Roderick Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Ginger Rhydderch

Mentor: Fergus Rhydderch

Significant Other: Ginger Rhydderch (33, Wife, Née Gardiner)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Fergus Rhydderch (62, Father), Aoife Gardiner (63, Mother, Née Daugherty)

Parents-In-Law: Arwen Gardiner (63, Father-In-Law), Gwen Gardiner (63, Mother-In-Law, Née MacFarlane)

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: Weldon Gardiner (42, Ginger's Brother), Nwanneka Gardiner (43, Weldon's Wife, Née Bonfils), Amarachi Abraham (39, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilfred Abraham (40, Amarachi's Husband), Wayne Gardiner (36, Ginger's Brother), Chinenye Gardiner (37, Wayne's Wife, Née Traverse), Warwick Gardiner (30, Ginger's Brother), Chidimma Gardiner (31, Warwick's Wife, Née Thibault), Amara Tremblay (27, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Wilder Tremblay (28, Amara's Husband), Webster Gardiner (24, Ginger's Brother), Nnenne Gardiner (25, Webster's Wife, Née Bernard), Anuli Bouvier (21, Ginger's Sister, Née Gardiner), Aamir Bouvier (22, Anuli's Husband), Wells Gardiner (18, Ginger's Brother), Chiamaka Gardiner (15, Ginger's Sister), Wesley Gardiner (12, Ginger's Brother)

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Gage Rhydderch (12, Son), Fancy Rhydderch (9, Daughter), Ebony Rhydderch (6, Daughter), Damon Rhydderch (3, Son)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Fergus Rhydderch

Managers: Ginger Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Ginger Rhydderch

Debut: 2006

Debut Match: Flann Rhydderch VS Fergus Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler:

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2006-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly-To-Back Suplex, Boston Crab, DDT, Elbow Drop, Texas Piledriver, Powerbomb, Running Knee Drop, Running Shoulder Block, Scoop Slam, Snap Suplex, Enzuigiri, Headbutt, Powerslam

Finishers: Lariat, Vertical Suplex Piledriver, Vertical Drop Brainbuster, Double Arm DDT, Mandible Claw, Sleeper Hold

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Flann Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Fergus dies Flann will have a 1/8th ownership of the promotion. Flann is a 'Dullahan Style' (Brawler) trainer. He's a quarter-Welsh and three quarters-Irish.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling School #C.R.C Wrestling Family #Rhydderch Clan

[kinglyisms-archived]

🐆 / i only just saw where u reblogged it too so i gotta send it

@mythcaels randomize our muse lists and suggest a few random pairings for us to try out. 

ALL COMBINATIONS

Hiroki - Vale Toshiro - Kion Ceto - Minto Adriel - Ellinon Luka - Lenora Casimir - Kaius Zero - Hiyama Elliot - Ulric Akira - Narcisse Chyrvin - Eloise Wyatt - Louvel Amir - Marina Satoru - Heilyn Eric - Shiragiku Elijah - Nakajima

#mythcaels #( mourn the person that got Wyatt who isn't his husband ) #♚ — inquires answered.

[starcunning]

Say what you like about Aneira, Heilyn, or Kagehisa, but false modesty could never be counted among their flaws.

#the moon spirits #Culturally Predisposed to getting their dunks in

[kblovesfashion]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Women’s Cosmic Blue Love Heilyn High Rise Bootcut Jeans.

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 12: Dowdy

Content Warning: Endwalker Spoilers

Most people hadn't known Esredes before his life completely changed, and because of this, they didn't know how it changed the way he dressed. The fact was, Esredes was a noble. He understood everything about how dress factored into a situation, how to attempt to use it to impress- so on.

But once he became a harrier, all of that mostly vanished. It was easy to blame that on his existence turning into survival in the wilderness- dress was nothing but practicality, at that point. Yet even when he was made legally a citizen again, some could argue it never recovered.

Someone once told Esredes, wearing his usual red tabard outfit, that he dressed like a classy homeless person. Whatever that oxymoronical description was supposed to mean. It was a strange playful insult to process, for he certainly never considered it so. It was just a plain outfit to blend in he found comfortable, and that was really the whole crux of it. Yet day in and day out, Esredes wore the same few outfits. Go to work in his business casual blue, change back into the tabard, layer on Heilyn's coat, or perhaps go in the middle and pull out his trusty winter coat holding on after all these years. Always straddle that line perfectly, never too formal nor informal. If there was a fancier venue, then use the bliard. If there was a ball, his formal outfit. Besides All Saints costumes collecting dust, his two sets of armor, and a few very specific occasion outfits, that was all he owned.

Dress was a strategic move to Esredes, for the most part. He needed to look right to fit the situation, which was usually to look unassuming and not draw attention. Esredes hated attention. "Yet you commonly wear bright red and dress to stand out in a crowd," Alvere once remarked back to that. "It's not bright red. It's crimson. That's not bright." "Among the blacks and greys of Ishgard... Its bright." "It's really not that impressive," Esredes argued back. "People only remark on me not wearing red if I'm not. It becomes my entire identity, just a single color. And it might as well be." Who cared what he said about it. The point was, when all possible situations had articles of clothing accounted for, what was the point of owning anything else? Maybe he did look like a classy homeless person. That just meant he wouldn't stick out in the Brume, right? So it was all perfectly fine. The less impressive, the better.

In light of the Final Day's events on Limsa Lominsa, there was a ceremony held where the Admiral herself gave people medals for their deeds in defending the city-state. Esredes was already beside himself with surging emotions at being so close in proximity to the Admiral of Limsa Lominsa, but if that wasn't already enough, he felt underdressed. No one told him the Admiral would show up. He thought it would just be a celebration party. He didn't bring, hells, he didn't have anything to wear to a formal military ceremony. And so he stood there awkwardly in his plain red tabard as he made eye contact with the Admiral, and got a medal just for being stabbed by a Sahagin.

If being stabbed was all it took to receive a wounded medal, his house would be overflowing.

Still, the whole ordeal left something behind in him, like an aftertaste, but not enough to make him truly act upon it without the whispering of someone more professional wanting to encourage him to go a Knight ball he was worried he'd ruin if he showed up to. He'd always had Heilyn, the weaver next door at work, he'd made the coat Esredes wore nearly every day, after all. But the twin brother of one of his movement's spies, Xavierre, a professional tailor, had his own visions in mind for the man. Esredes knew his motivation, of course. Xavierre had made it no secret he desired him, even knowing Esredes would never, ever reciprocate. Of course he wanted to make something for him that would add to that physical desire. Esredes had already made it obvious it was unrequited. He simply figured the desire would allow him to ensure Xavierre listened to him when needed, though whether that actually worked was another matter for another day.

It took some convincing to allow Xavierre to measure him and come up with something, but what eventually came back was so much more than he could've imagined. It was a merging of styles to create something that spoke to Esredes in ways he didn't even know possible. Sure, he loved his formal outfit, he loved Heilyn's coat, he was attached to his tabard, and his new combat gear he'd been donning ever since his red chainmail was singed was a much needed- but there was something about the perfect fusion of combat and formal in this top reminding him of so much. The long collar, the belted tunic base, the sash across the middle- every piece of it just felt right. In truth, it reminded him of his days in ballrooms back as a Temple Knight, when he felt, or tried to feel, like he was on top of his world. And each time he'd worn the outfit he came up with around this top since, he felt an even greater sense of personal joy than his formal outfit.

Still, those occasions were very limited, few and far between. It was far too formal for everyday wear, and so the same loop repeated. Still he spent the majority of his time in his so-called classy homeless tabard, and still he tried to avoid attention in his hues of crimson. For what reason was there to branch out, and try anything new? Perhaps he had lost his sense of fashion in the wilderness after all, because nowadays he couldn't imagine what else to wear. It was too much effort just to come up with an All Saints costume by himself. Coming up with the perfect symbolic outfit for a special occasion or a practical outfit was easy, but beyond that?

It was easier to stick with what was safe, what he knew worked. In his dull and repetitive wardrobe of red, blue, gold, white, black, and grey, there was the comfort of knowing. Each outfit was like the various uniforms he found comfortable in their repetition during his military career. And who was he to break a natural order that made sense to him, in a world that often refused to?

He wasn't somebody to do that, of course, for he was nobody and his clothes must reflect that. And that wasn't changing anytime soon.

#alvere #xavierre #maylis #heilyn #writing #in action #ffxivwrite2023 #endwalker spoilers #ewspoilers #ew spoilers #6.0 #ffxiv endwalker spoilers #screenshots #princely military attire

[floraesky-a]

❛ So . . . Do you do any sort of traveling for like vacations or just spontaneous trips ? ❜ He has to ask, his soul always searching for someone that can match his energy in enjoying traveling around and seeing different places that the world has to offer. He felt it was a good question to ask his date, his handsome and mysterious blind date. ❛ Sorry if that's a random question, I just enjoy traveling and like to hear about others travels too. ❜ Sky blue hues search the others expression from behind glasses, smile so friendly and gentle even.

@killerhubby wanted a blind date starter.

#killerhubby #// the wheel of ocs chose one heilyn #// i hope this is alright! #// if not let me know & i will absolutely change it up #⸻ ❛ 𝐢𝐜 » heilyn bethell.

[rewrittn]

Heilyn Bethell. 35. Book lover & Traveler.

He is a huge bookworm with a huge collection of books. His house back home is full of books from all kinds of genres. 

He immediately travels to a place that is mentioned in a book once he finishes that book, so long as the place isn’t fictional. He has to see the place for himself and see the pages come to life and imagine the book scenes playing out right before his eyes. He loves the traveling as much as he loves the books.

He does reviews on books too. He can be harsh about some books but he normally enjoys a lot of different books that he reads. 

Buying books and traveling can get expensive so once a trip is over and once he has bought an expensive book he is right back to working his ass off, a librarian during the daytime hours and a bartender at a very popular club by night. 

He seems rather quiet but he can also be rather playful and friendly when he wants to be. He’s got a very curious nature about him and a huge sense of adventure. 

If he were to date someone now he’d want someone that is open to seeing the world right along with him and he’d like to get married somewhere that they chose to travel to together, perhaps somewhere that is in one of his favorite books ( he’d hope they’d like the same book as him too ). Speaking of his romantic side of life, he has dated of course but nobody he dated encouraged him to follow his heart about traveling and books, instead fussing at him later for spending money on a whim as they said. A lot of people he dated always wanted him to flip the bill for them so they’d get mad about his spending of money that he worked for. so basically he has always had a way of attracting the same kind of people with that same energy but maybe one day that’d change who knows.

he is seriously a hopeless romantic, very lovey dovey when in a relationship. will gush about you to others. 

fun fact, he has almost been engaged before. he was going to ask someone to marry him but the same day they broke up with them. he still has the ring somewhere in his house

He speaks a few languages such as English, French, Welsh and Chinese. He wants to learn more languages and is looking into it, starting with Spanish next. He learned English, Chinese & Welsh from a young age. His mother teaching him Chinese being that she was half Chinese & his father teaching him Welsh. 

he also has a hidden talent for photography and always takes his camera with him when traveling. 

his birthday is april 1st & his orientation is pan

#╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ blossom is speaking now ┊ ooc . #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ hey look a new muse ┊ infodump . #// shakes heilyn's info for the dash to see #// now i gotta work on lorraine's info dump alskdjkdfsd.

[creativebrainrot]

im still on this

Sylas - fucky sleazy little man. nightmare court recruiter. does not use acceptable methods. (theyre all fucked up. i love fucked up nmc characters.) out of the three he has the worst standing with the court. (he has Never been distracted from completing a goal for horny reasons, no thats not what happens, or ever has happened its not real don-) "guardian." very dark color palette.

Heilyn - whore 💖 nmc spy. good at bein undercover, his natural coloration doesnt give him away. the only one with good standing in the court. the rest of em are on thin ice. (their decisions tend to get them in trouble, they're all too self-centered in their goals.) enjoys doing the torturing for information. mesmer. deep rose colors.

Luc - just wants power. does not give a fuck about the nightmare, he just doesnt like the dream. the nmc is just the easiest way to get power atm for him. (it is fun to watch the dreamers get tortured though. hes normal. a regular man. dont worry about it, its fin-) nmc courtier. ranger. White & Gold, vampiric sylvari (because i HAD to join the gw2 vampire club sometime, i fuckin HAD to)

#no i dont still have oc profiles to write. what. why would you say that. #xd im tryin so hard to manage all my creative shit and tbh im doin a good job #i just like to be funny on internet. #these idiots are goin on my EU alt account when i upgrade it #gw2 #gw2 ocs #ocposting #theyre NOT getting their own tags yet #rotthoughts

[felixvictorinodonfelix]

FV:Mujer se ahorcada en Villa Riva; supuestamente había maldecido hija menor embarazada y murió

FV:Mujer se ahorcada en Villa Riva; supuestamente había maldecido hija menor embarazada y murió

Villa Riva.- Una mujer fue encontrada ahorcada, la noche del lunes, en el interior de una habitación, en el sector Los Boquerosos del municipio Eugenio María de Hostos de la provincia Duarte.   Se trata de Heilyn María Ogando Alejo, de 43 años, oriunda de Villa Altagracia, quien se encontraba compartiendo con algunos vecinos y de repente salió a orinar, pero nunca regresó, reseña la nota…

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