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xivrefsheets · 2 years
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X’rhun reference sheet.
High-res download can be found here.
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strawberdii · 2 years
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Boop!
Photo studio courtesy of #Studio_Yue @ twitter
Pose by LilRedAuriGirl with major tweaking | NenekoColorS GSHADE
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littleredborb · 10 months
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red mage cat dad
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bigscarymads · 11 months
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what if x'ruhn tia were completely bald including his tail? you go to meet him and he's just like:
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headcanons-n-shit · 1 year
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What's it like to kiss the FFXIV guys (plus bonus X'rhun)? What's their kissing style?
I am on so much nyquil but fuuuuuuuuck
Thancred kisses like a pro. Its long and slow and deep and illegal in at least three cities. One hand on your cheek, the other curling around the nape of your neck. The angle is perfect, with just enough teeth to make your head spin. His only flaw is that he sometimes forgets that you have to breathe.
Urianger is surprisingly filthy with it. Like, om g that tongue. His kisses are messy, ever toeing the line of needy desperation. Your face'll be a mess, your hair'll be a mess, but twelve above its worth it.
G'raha always starts chaste. Just a dry press of closed lips, like he's asking for permission every time. He's slow with it, languid almost. He kisses you like he has a hundred years to kiss you, purring all the while.
Estinien always goes at it a little too hard, at least to start, noses pressed at an awkward angle, teeth clacking together painfully. If you want a gentle kiss youll have to take the lead, because he kisses like a starved man. Every ilm you give he's going to take for a malm.
Aymeric kisses you like the Lord Commander should. Its demanding, domineering. He licks into your mouth like hes staking claim, always just shy of too rough with his tongue, with just enough teeth to feel dirty. You have to wonder where a noble of his status learned to kiss like that, and then you remember he was childhood friends with Estinien AND haurchefant and. Yeah that tracts actually.
Haurchefant is the biggest fucking tease. He'll give you a little bit, then pull away, only to come back and give you a little bit more. Like he's trying to bait you into... Something. His bed. Losing control. Both. Definitely both.
Sidurgu always kisses you softly. Long and slow and gentle, like if he goes too fast or too hard he might break you, or, worse, lose you. His kisses are comfort and reassurance and, fuck, he could stay here with you for hours, just like this, if only youd let him.
BONUS
X'rhun kisses like a man with a hell of a lot of experience. He kisses like a man who knows exactly what he wants and by the Twelve you are going to give it to him, and what he wants is to savor you. Hes not a man starving, he is a man enjoying the finest decadence in all the realms. Without fail he makes you feel like both his next meal and the most precious person in the world.
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terendelev · 7 months
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I won't lie... I really missed FFXIV.
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tapi000ca · 1 year
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X’rhun my beloved
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ewerinreverse · 9 months
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the warrior of light's midsummer dream
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adodysey · 2 years
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“Welcome back home, my friend”
something something my x’rhun tia x Caine (oc) ship but make it spicy angsty
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myrfing · 1 year
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no raubahn or lyon or xrhun. knew they would crush the polls
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the person who just posted gposes of xrhun/gaius on my twt timeline is not seeing heaven
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strawberdii · 2 years
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Standing in the quiet, darkened streets of Ala Mhigo I felt fear clutch at my heart. A fear that maybe this time I wouldn’t make it back. A fear of what I would do if he did not make it back.
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crimsonsynastry · 2 years
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🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻
Ajdjfj I was offline from Tumblr for a while bc I was Hella busy
I don't rly like poking people with chain tags (I feel bad?? fkgjgj) but uhhh sjhgkgks
I guess I?
Here are 3 random facts,,
- I've pushed a needle through my own nail without realising (or feeling pain, despite the fact I don't have a nerve disorder)
- my favourite boba tea flavour is Thai milk tea or watermelon milk tea, both 0 or little sugar.
- I uhhhhh ship 5 ocs with X'rhun and 4 NPCs with him hfhgjsksk the xrhun brain rot is real in this house.
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storms-path · 2 years
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Day 10 - Channel
Focus, draw the aether from inside, give it form and… release! A wild, uncontrollable bolt of lightning burst from the accelerator, nearly incinerating X’rhun. Thankfully the dashing tutor had the good sense to dart to one side before the bolt could strike him, gently adjusting his hat before turning to assess the damage. A formerly proud tree was now a smoking ruin, bits of bark falling to the ground all around them. “Well, there’s certainly no problem with your ability to draw aether! Control could use some work though.” Xrhun’s smile was gentle, encouraging, and just enough to completely devastate poor Stalwart.
With a telltale slump of her shoulders, the roegadyn looked mournfully at her rapier and accelerator. She just couldn’t understand what was going wrong. They’d gone through the basics again and again, X’rhun patiently explaining every step of the process. And yet when push came to shove, the bolts and blasts of lightning and wind aether Stalwart produced wound up turbo-charged and entirely uncontrollable. It just didn’t make sense. And soon the sun will be going down and I’ll have gotten nowhere all day.
Frustration was an increasingly common emotion these days (mostly thanks to Fareena), but rarely was Stalwart so annoyed at herself. I’m supposed to be better than this! So consumed with her thoughts was she that she failed to notice X’rhun until his hand was against her forearm, his weathered face creased into another smile. “Don’t worry about that tree. It was on its last legs anyway.” X’rhun turned his attention to her rapier, gently prising it from her grip to inspect it. “Hmm. No faults that I can see. Good, haven’t given you faulty training equipment. Still…” He frowned in concentration.
“It’s me that’s the problem. I know it, you know it, we might as well just admit it and move on.” Stalwart’s words came out harsher than she’d intended them, tinged with her own bitter disappointment. She had so hoped she would be able to master the arts of the Red Mage, but she couldn’t even grapple with the basics. X’rhun frowned, placing the rapier back in her hands.
“Now now, none of that. Even if the problem does lie with you, there’s nothing perseverance and practice can’t fix.” X’rhun fixed his gaze upon a nearby boulder. “That said, let’s move onto a sturdier target, shall we? Something that can take a few hits.” Stalwart nodded bleakly, reluctantly going along with X’rhun’s gentle insistence. She wasn’t looking forward to blasting a rock to dust with an errant spell, but she didn’t want to disappoint X’rhun even more.
“Now, let’s try one more time.” X’rhun placed himself behind Stalwart, hands placed to correct her posture as she once more began channelling aether. Stalwart tried to suppress her bleak mood as she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the act of drawing forth lightning again. Focus, draw the aether, give it-
“Ah, just a moment!” X’rhun’s sudden interruption cut through Stalwart’s focus, dispelling the aether in an instant. X’rhun was watching her rapier with intent, still glowing in the dying rays of Thanalan’s sun. “Tell me, have you acquired any other magical arts? Trained with the arcanists, perhaps, or the conjurers?”
Stalwart pulled out her soul crystal marking her as the only non-Padjal white mage still living. X’rhun’s eyes widened, then his face split into a grin. “There it is! There’s our problem!” If he were a less calm man he’d have been whooping for joy, Stalwart bet. “It’s second nature for you, isn’t it? To draw aether from your surroundings and commune with nature?”
“Well yes, but only when I need to draw upon the healing arts. I hardly see wh-”
“But that’s just it, don’t you see?” X’rhun was getting more animated now, starting to gesticulate. “Your own training is working against you. You can’t help but draw on the aether around you despite your best efforts. Oh, what a fool I’ve been! I should have asked you long before now. Please accept my apologies, my dear pupil.”
It was no effort at all to forgive him. But… “What can I do about that, then? If it’s so instinctual, how do I stop doing it?”
X’rhun was rummaging around in his pockets, apparently ignoring Stalwart entirely. “X’rhun, sir? What do I-?” X’rhun held up a hand to interrupt, then pulled out a dull silver bangle. He presented it to Stalwart with a knowing smile, but Stalwart could only return the smile with confusion.
“This should be the ticket, I believe. If you could hold out your arm…” Stalwart, still confused, nevertheless complied. The bracelet fit snugly around her wrist, locking into place with a soft click. Stalwart brought the bracelet to her face, examining it closely. Devoid of decoration or ornament, it looked like a shoddy product of a novice goldsmith. But it was surprisingly warm against her wrist, and something about it felt… off.
“Aether dampener,” X’rhun explained. “Should inhibit your ability to draw in latent aether. Obviously make sure you take it off once we’re done training. But here, try once more for me. Let’s see if that helps.” Stalwart nodded, this time with more conviction. Gripping her rapier tightly, she once more assumed the position.
Focus on your target. Draw aether from inside yourself. Mould the form you need of it… RELEASE! A bolt of pure, focused lightning slammed directly into the rock, drilling deep into it and throwing up a cloud of dust. Stalwart opened her eyes, not even realising she’d closed them. X’rhun said nothing, merely smiled at her. Stalwart, not quite believing, stepped forward to observe the damage. A clean, smoking hole stared back at her, unbelievable proof of her success. “I did it…” She whispered. Then, louder: “I DID IT!” Stalwart did whoop for joy, rushing over and yanking X’rhun into a whirling hug as she laughed. X’rhun merely smiled, enjoying the unbridled joy of his pupil. His intuition was never wrong about prospective students, and something told him Stalwart would be a shining star of a Red Mage.
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headcanons-n-shit · 1 year
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Aight I'll toss myself in for self indulgence:
How about some of the boys's reactions to a mc who throws their arms around them with a hug of relief?
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(some spoilers for shadowbringers, DRK70 and RDM 60 (i think))
Thancred
certainly isn't expecting it. He's panting, exhausted, gunblade slipping from his grip, barely keeping himself propped up for Minfilia's sake, in his least favorite place in the two worlds he's had the displeasure of existing on. To say you take him by surprise is an understatement-- you take him down with you into the glittering wildflowers. It takes him a minute to remember how his arms work before he carefully, carefully returns your hug. And if you're both shaking and crying the entire time, well... Alphinaud and Alisae wont tell.
The pixies might though.
Urianger
barely has an easier time of it than Thancred, but that's only because he is, despite being worn thin, vaguely rested. He still rocks back onto his heels when you interrupt his monologue to throw your arms around him. His arms come around you immediately to steady you, and then tighten, and tighten, as he steadies himself. On one hand, this breakdown was three years in the making.
On the other hand, you now know how to shut him up.
G'raha
is crying. he's crying, okay?! it's been a really long, really challenging hundred years for him. He got shot. Twice. This body has been sleeping in the Crystal Tower for at least a couple of months. And when it finally dawns on you that this is him, him, Student of Baldesion and Scion of the Seventh Dawn, Exarch and Keeper of the Crystal Tower, and you practically tackled him back into the crystal throne that cradled him, well. He needs this as much as you do.
Estinien
Careful, spikey boy is spikey. You're definitely going to have a red mark on your forehead where you bonked against his armor. Gae Bolg clatters onto the ground as his arms come up automatically to steady you, and then his armet as he tosses it aside so that he can lean down to rest his forehead against yours. The last time he saw you, he snatched you out from beneath a falling blade. And the world is still going to shit around you, and it's certainly only going to get worse from here, but right in this moment you're alive in his arms and he can breathe.
Aymeric
should let you go. Should encourage you back into your bed, should tuck the blanket back up around your shoulders and kiss your forehead and tell you to get some more rest. But, fuck, you almost died right in front of him. Here, in this private room, he can surely be allowed this one small indulgence: you, hanging half off the bed, held up almost entirely by his arms as he buries his face in your neck.
Haurchefant
makes a little 'umph' sound as you practically tackle him back into his bed. He's an injured man, aren't you supposed to be a little more delicate with him?! His half-hearted complaints fall on deaf ears, though, especially when he feels your tears against his chest. He wraps his one arm-- just the one, his other side swathed in bandages-- around your shoulders and tugs you a little more securely against him. You've sacrificed so much, had so much taken from you, and when the dawn breaks you will no doubt go out to chop off more of yourself in the name of this war, but right now he needs you to know that you still have him.
Sidurgu
is the one who sweeps you off your feet. You can hear his heartbeat fluttering in his chest, you have got to stop doing this to him. Myste called the shades of the Knights Heavensward against you, and all he could think of was Fray, the fresh snow the clanking of Temple Knight armor and--
There's a lot of berating and ugly crying as he shamelessly clings to you. Even moreso when Rielle comes over to wedge herself between the two of you. He. Can't lose you, okay? Not like that. Not again.
BONUS
X'rhun
gets to breathe out one long sigh of relief before the impact. The two of you tumble down into the dirt, and he gets to make one small noise of complaint when your weight comes down on his wound before the realization hits him even heavier. It's over. It's over. Lambard is dead. He won't hurt anyone else ever again. The souls of the dead have been avenged and the legacy of the Mages Red yet lives and he just
laughs. Against your shoulder. And if his voice is wet and choked with tears, well. So is yours.
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terendelev · 27 days
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I think its funny how Calian's love interests (Estinien & X'rhun) left him pre-relationship for their 💫✨️spiritual💫✨️ journeys.
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