#final fantasy fourteen husband simulator
And if Aymeric was a young god, then Estinien—Estinien was his living will, incarnate and hallowed and polished to gleaming.
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The clock tick ticked on the mantel. The sun continued to set. The gentle summer wind whispered on the window and Estinien tried to breathe, to move, to do anything but keep staring. But he was transfixed by the flush on his face and the something else in Aymeric’s eyes; something new and very brittle, gently rising, like a dove on the surge of a thermal or a white cloud of rainfall in the Highlands —
“Estinien?”
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![[Part One]G’raha: it got me!Sam: no one’s proud of that, Raha.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6f2460e9ac1905712ff50d9438525d15/fac457297ba6d0b2-61/s1280x1920/d61f20b4f3c801af1e64f6a5e1f38fbedc9d729d.png "[Part One]G’raha: it got me!Sam: no one’s proud of that, Raha.")
Exarch feelings whiplash like wholesome FILTHY wholesome FILTHY wholesome sobbing FILTHY
me: I don’t like this ride I wanna get off
the fandom: we all wanna get off. if u kno what I mean
wink wonk
“Welcome to the Nope Room”
Aymeric, huffily storming in: nothing in this so-called “AU” is going according to plan, and—
a new voice: ah excellent. finally some company.
Aymeric turns around to find someone he doesn’t recognize pouring and offering him a cup of tea: … ah. I thank you. and who might you be?
Stranger:ahahaha hmm just call me the Crystal Exarch
Aymeric:
Exarch:
the sounds of Haurchefant and Estinien having a physical altercation outside the door while Haurchefant cackles:
Zenos, casually climbing in through the window:
Emet, peeking in like ceiling cat:wellthen
Thancred in the corner, staring up at Emet while his soul slowly leaves his body: … oh my GOD why do I agree with him
most of my fandom thoughts these days present themselves in what has been affectionately dubbed “green room chatter” (see also: fanfic dot net in the early oughts) while I try to (VERY SLOWLY) create content.
for instance:
me: 3k words and the other grandpa is getting jealous
I’m like YOU AREN’T EVEN IN THIS
GET OUT OF MY BRAIN
GET OUT OF HERE
me: ok a cuddling oneshot. just fluff. just character study emotions—
Emet, sipping tea: and deep, sensual kissing
me: and deep, sensual kissing—
Emet: and an embrace that becomes hot and heavy—
me: no!!!!!! I absolutely have to draw a line!
Exarch, hem hemming: pardon me but this is completely unacceptable, I have been waiting for a yearfor any modicum of relief, and
Emet: oh please just because your balls are possibly quite literally blue doesn’t mean mine are figuratively any less so
me:OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! COULD SOMEBODY—
Estinien, distantly: oh hell no I have nothing to do with this disaster
controversial opinion but Heavensward was the main course
A Realm Reborn = an appetizer, Stormblood = palate cleanser, Shadowbringers = rich dessert, but Heavensward was the MEAL
