That voice is so familiar and sparks such a strong, instinctive irritation that his tail *thwacks* against the tile floor of the Radz-at-Han marketplace loudly enough to make a few nearby merchants jump at their stalls. His head whips around and his eyes go wide. She definitely wasn't addressing>

ㅤ Elezen men... ㅤ

Doomscrolling. Looking at pictures everyone is taking in Gridania. This is fine.

This is about the time the Starlight festival is supposed to begin...he expects they've recruited someone else to help with handing out the hot drinks. He feels violently homesick just thinking about that drink.

Sitting quietly at the docks along with other fishermen, listening to them talk. He's not good at fishing. But he's good at mending the nets. And listening. They've all come to know him as a very quiet young man. Not shy, but reserved. Not cold, but polite. He's a pleasure to have in class.

I'm giving out this star, so get it while you can folks

[after a recent incident where Sanson nearly resorted to personal revenge against a Shroud citizen, he vanished from Gridania, leaving his uniform behind and no indication about where he was going or when he would be back] [Weeks later and he still hasn't returned. Though there's a new face in >>

[yawn, stretch, wince]

You tempt fate.

((finally made thais real))

//in today's chat, at least twenty minutes are spent talking about how everyone has slept with/want to sleep with Sanson as he desperately tries to change the subject

Laying on his belly in a bed in the conjury guild. Bandages cover ugly burn scars on the right side of his back. Healing them is a gradual process, and he has to rest in between sessions. He's trying to sleep, but the pain is not letting him.

Back in his human form, aggressively scrubbing the taste of Regin viscera from his mouth.

@ofnabriales.bsky.social A large black shadow flies overhead.

Drags himself out of bed and onto the floor, blinking at the ceiling.

[going for a jog in the Shroud - wearing his Adder uniform for easy recognition]

[going for a jog in the Shroud - wearing his Adder uniform for easy recognition]

"C-can you KNOCK-?!"

"C-can you KNOCK-?!"

[approving nod from a distance]

Conduct yourselves appropriately... 🐲

//i cant unfuck tbse and i dont know why this keeps happening. girl help me

I'm sure the rabies he has from his time are perfect and flawless, well beyond our comprehension.

So that's four for yes and four for no then.

[grumbling as he pins more notes]

Why is everyone using katanas wrong... We commissioned several dozen high quality swords from Kugane's greatest blacksmiths and over twenty of them have already been broken because people keep *parrying* with them. You. Do. Not. Parry. With. Katanas. I don't *care* if 'that's what Zenos did', >>

[color coding his notes - his face is very serious but his tail is wagging jussst a bit]

[dressed up for a performance on the Prima Vista]

No, you *can't* touch the tail.

[quietly] Do it.

Low, rumbling growl in his throat.

He's walking back and forth along the line of Adder recruits as they practice on training dummies at an outpost in the South Shroud. It's mostly Hyur and Miqo'te, for once, so he looks tall instead of short like he does when amongst the usual crowds of Elezen. In spite of peace time, there's >>

😜

I don't see what rank has to do with it.

STOP.

[beer bottle smashes against his wall and sends glass and beer droplets everywhere] ... [Slowly sitting back up from bed-]

[crawling back into bed with a mumbled "he's in the kitchen"]

it's been a while. quickly doodled Estinien being my forever mood

[up in the middle of the night raiding his own pantry, completely naked]

Emperor of Allag, Death Defied "Mine is the power of darkness! Even the stars must bend to my will!" ༺ 🔞| NSFW ༺ Banter/Serious ༺ maybe shipping (we'll see, this guy is fucked) ༺ #FFXIVRP #FF14RP

".." He takes a seat on the ground and leans his head against his lance, shutting his eyes. Just one quick meeting. Then he'll take a nap.

Sprain?

//i need to whore sanson out more does anyone want a juicy transmasc dragon butt

//🔫 you will look at Sanson's huge ass

He nods in agreement, though it's mostly subconscious. He assumes Emet-Selch is going to whisk Hythlodaeus away to tend to him, and that Sanson is more or less on his own now. The dragoon approaches the hole that he and the Ascian fell through, looking up. Flying would be easiest but he >>