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Celestaux

@duskwightdancer

they/he | 28 | white | 7.5 spoilers | Fuck AI | occasionally 🔞 ships: #wolgraha #wolfoulques #foulquesgraha #celestialbodies #ocship #wolzenos other tags: #ffxivfic #gposes #farmboylore #gwenlore AO3:

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Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 29

I have the best friends, they got my both of my boys for my birfday 🥹🥹🥹

An acrylic charm of Foulques' face and an acrylic charm of G'raha's face side by side in a palm of a hand.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 27

I love how over it he looks, I spent ages in pf for this thing and Celestaux doesn't even care lmaooo

A close up of the photo in the previous post, zooming in on Celestaux. He looks so incredibly bored.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 27

I am FREE FROM THE WHEEL!!! Finally got my last EW extreme cat today and am so happy to be done grinding lmao

A large purple dragon with a yellow belly holding a red armchair. In the chair sits Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man dressed in a long green coat. He is sitting with one leg crossed over the other, his head resting on his hand with an almost bored expression on his face.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 25

Yeah, alright, have my bisexual boy and tell me who you'd ship him with :D

Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man, standing in a sleeveless shirt with his arms crossed over his chest, scoffing at the camera. Behind him is the bright blue sea outside of Tuliyollal.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 23

My bisexual boy and my aromantic girl!! (Art of Gwen by @nenthepigeon.bsky.social !)

Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man, standing with his arms crossed and smirking at the camera. The background behind him is a sort of pink, purple, and blue gradient that is reminiscent of the bisexual flag.

Digital art by Nenthepigeon of Gwen, a Duskwight Elezen woman, grinning widely and holding out an aromantic flag that is waving behind her. On her cheek is a small painted aromantic flag.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 22

been cooking all day because i desperately needed this out of my brain

Foulques' eyes were wild in a way G'raha had never seen before as he stood, lance drawn and pointed in his direction. The rain was coming down in buckets around them, thunder cracking loudly and echoing through the Shroud. G'raha stood his ground, his staff still on his back as he stared back at his partner.

"Foulques, please," he called, hands raised nonthreateningly. "You know this isn't– Celestaux wouldn't want this," his voice cracked as he said it, the loss still so fresh and making it all worse.

This wasn't meant to happen. Celestaux was never supposed to–

G'raha cut off the thought before he could finish thinking it. Now wasn't the time to get sucked up in his own grief, not when Foulques had already let it consume him. The man who stood in front of him was more of a terrified, cornered animal than anything. A version of him that G'raha had never witnessed… the version of him that existed before Celestaux came into his life.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 22

He can lift Foulques too, but Foulques is less amused about it. #gposes #wolfoulques

G'raha Tia princess carrying Foulques of the Mist. G'raha is in a fitted red t-shirt and smirking up at Foulques, who is wearing a fitted black t-shirt and is looking annoyed. The photo is zoomed in to only show their upper bodies.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 22

He absolutely could!! G'raha is Celestaux's designated tank anytime he's able to be, he's absolutely strong enough to easily lift his mans (even if they do look a little silly). #wolgraha #gposes #farmboylore

G'raha Tia princess carrying Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man. Celestaux is dressed in his pajamas of a simple green fitted t-shirt, long green pajama pants, and brown slippers. G'raha is dressed in his usual canon pants and is wearing a red fitted t-shirt. Celestaux is scoffing at G'raha while G'raha grins widely back at him.

A close up of the previous photo, zoomed in more on Celestaux and G'raha's faces.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 20

Have a variety of them! The combinations of Celestaux, Foulques, and G'raha and then the babies because Gwen and Farim are always rent free in my head

Celestaux, a Duskwight elezen man, is holding G'raha Tia in his arms, lifting him up so they are eye level. The picture is from the waist up of them, just barely seeing Celestaux's arms around G'raha's waist and G'raha's tail curled up towards his back. G'raha has one arm resting across Celestaux's back, the other one cupping the back of his head. They are gazing into each other's eyes and smiling softly. Behind them is the ocean off of Tuliyollal and orange fluffy clouds in the sky.

A photo taken of G'raha Tia, Celestaux (a Duskwight Elezen man), and Foulques of the Mist. They all are in the cabin in Tuliyollal in the middle of the night. G'raha has his eyes closed as he lays on the deck of the cabin, his head resting on Celestaux's thigh with one of his hands resting on his stomach. Celestaux sits with his legs hanging over the deck, one hand resting on G'raha's chest while the other hand rests on Foulques' knee. He has his eyes open, a soft smile on his face as he looks down at G'raha. Foulques sits on the other side of Celestaux, his eyes closed and a hint of a smile on his face as he leans against Celestaux, their heads resting against each other.

Foulques of the Mist and Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man, are in Tuliyollal at night. Foulques sits on a table in front of Celestaux, smiling as he uses one gloved hand to tilt up Celestaux's chin to look up at him. Celestaux smiles softly up at Foulques, one of his hands resting on one of Foulques' knees while the other one rests on Foulques' arm that's tilting his chin up.

Gwen, a Duskwight Elezen woman, and Farim, a Rava Viera man, looking in Bookman's Shelves. The photo is taken as a close up, showing only their torsos, but it is clear that Gwen has Farim lifted in a bridal carry, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He is scoffing at her, while she grins widely back at him.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 19

it's not wednesday, but have a wip because is this maybe also me quietly exploring the Countess Fortemps? who's to say! I just think they're neat!! (cw for mild hanahaki disease related body horror?)

Artoirel had no idea when it began – likely not at least until he was a teenager or just before his final growth spurt, perhaps around then he finally understood that the feelings he had were deeper than just the hormones of young men. It was before his mother died, he was certain of that. He would never forget the mix of stern disappointment and pain on her face when he first time he coughed up the bright red oldrose petals in her presence. That was before he knew of the cloudsbreath and periwinkle that had rooted deep in her lungs, before he saw the plants snake their way up her throat in seek of the light and choke the life out of her.

She was the one who taught him to hide his ailment, to make sure no one ever witnessed his episodes, to hold the petals in his mouth, to swallow them down without making a scene or drawing attention to himself.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 17

And both my boys are coming with me :D

A G'raha Tia plush and a Foulques keychain hanging next to each other on a black bag.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 16

Have a variety of my ships doing this! This is one of my favorite poses for Gwen and Farim, I've got even more of them with Gwen resting her head on Farim's shoulder 🥺 #gposes

Gwen, a Duskwight Elezen woman, and Farim, a Rava Viera man, are sitting in a dark room on a couch together. Gwen again rests her head on Farim's shoulder, but now her eyes are closed and she looks tired and upset. Farim rests his head on top of hers, his eyes also closed with a similar expression. One of Farim's hands rests on one of Gwen's knees, one of Gwen's hands resting on top of his.

Gwen, a Duskwight Elezen woman, and Farim, a Rava Viera man, in Sharlayan, sitting in the harbor. Farim is holding a book out in front of them while Gwen rests her head on his shoulder, but she's smiling up at him while he looks back down at her with a soft smile.

Two Miqo'tes, Maashtaya, a Seeker man with short blue hair, and Lho, a Keeper woman with long brown hair, sit close together. The woman is resting half against the man's shoulder with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. The man has his cheek resting on the top of her head, one arm wrapped around her waist, and he is smiling softly down at her. You can just barely see their tails wrapped around each other behind them.

A photo taken from behind Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man, and G'raha Tia. The view is of their backs as they sit in the cabin in Tuliyollal, overlooking the water. G'raha has his head resting on Celestaux's shoulder and one of Celestaux's arms wraps around G'raha's back, holding him close. In front of them is the pale sky as the sun sets.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 15

okay, that's one fic started at least lmao

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Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 13

He chose G'raha's desk

Foulques of the Mist, dressed in a black turtleneck with a black leather harness over it, a short black skirt, and black heels with thigh-high sheer stockings on under them, sitting with his legs crossed on top of a cluttered Sharlayan desk. On the wall behind him are scattered posters, a map, and an allagan device. Foulques is sneering down at the camera.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 13

you ever have a shard of yourself that you despise in nearly every way? #gposes #farmboylore

Aristaeus, a white Ancient man with short blue hair, wears grey Ancient robes and stands with his arms crossed and his back against Celestaux, a blue-grey skinned duskwight elezen man. Celestaux, dressed in green short-sleeve armor, stands with his arms crossed and back against Aristaeus. They both are frowning with furrowed brows and looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Behind them is the floating islands of Elpis.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 12

Obligatory #7.5Spoilers fic, featuring my normally very calm and chill WoL crashing out! Rated T | Foulques/WoL/G'raha | Angst | ~2.6k words 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/84611696 #ffxivfic #celestialbodies #wolfoulques #wolgraha #foulquesgraha

A screenshot of a fic on AO3.

Title: it burns through me
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:

"It'll be alright," Foulques finally spoke up quietly.

Celestaux knew it was meant to be comforting, that Foulques was trying so hard to be of help here, but he couldn't stop the snort that he let out at the comment. "You don't know that," he said, the exhaustion creeping into his tone.

He didn't have to look over to his husband to know that gave him pause. Of the three of them, Celestaux wasn't the pessimistic one – in fact, he was usually the most optimistic of them. He wasn't meant to be the one who doubted things would turn out alright. He and G'raha were always the ones believing, hoping that all would be okay… But now he'd gone and turned the tables and he could already sense Foulques trying to recalibrate, to figure out what to say.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 11

Celestaux is just off screen absolutely sweating buckets, don't worry about him #foulquesgraha #celestialbodies

Foulques of the Mist dressed in a black turtleneck with a black leather harness over it, a short black skirt, and black heels with thigh-high sheer stockings on under them. He is sitting back against a red couch, his hands resting on the couch on either side of him, with one foot up and resting on G'raha Tia's chest. Foulques is sneering down at G'raha with half-lidded eyes. G'raha, who is kneeling on the floor, is dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, has one hand under Foulques' calf and is smirking up at Foulques with half-lidded eyes.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 10

Happy maid day from Foulques

Foulques of the Mist, a Duskwight Elezen man, dressed in a black and white blouse, short skirt, thigh-high sheer black stockings, back heels. He is sitting on a red couch and sipping a cup of tea with a smirk on his face.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 10

My baby baby boy, back before the horrors turned him grey. #farmboylore

Celestaux, a blue-grey skinned Duskwight Elezen man, stands with his arms crossed over his chest and looking forlornly off to the right of the camera. He has short, dark black hair with green streaks going through it and is dressed in the Elezen starter clothes with a white floral earring in one ear.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 9

Me and my favorite guy hanging out today

A black cat curled up on his side, his paws resting on top of a person's hand.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 9

#reshareyourwriting day 7: like a dream Have some In From the Cold nightmare fic :D Rated M | #wolgraha | Bad Ending (kinda) | Hurt/Comfort 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/43902517 #ffxivfic

A screenshot of a fanfiction on ao3.

Title: battle scars
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:

He tried to shape out the words, but his mouth felt wrong. His tongue. How he hadn’t noticed it until then, he didn’t know, but this unfamiliar body lacked a tongue.

He could cry out, but he wouldn’t be able to say anything intelligible – and maybe that was by design. Maybe this had been Fandaniel’s plan all along, to drop him just far enough away that he’d never be able to make it in time and take away the only other way he’d be able to stop them. To force him to watch his own body-

No, he couldn’t think about that.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 9

okay, I took an extended break, but I'm back and needed to look at them before I started to actually do plot again

Foulques of the Mist and Celestaux, a Duskwight Elezen man, standing practically chest to chest smiling at each other. The photo is of their shoulders up, showing mostly just their faces.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 9

🫣 I had completely different plans when I went into gpose, but they took over #gposes #foulquesgraha #celestialbodies

A close photo of Foulques of the Mist and G'raha Tia, showing only their faces and shoulders. Foulques has a smirk on his face, lips slightly parted, as he presses G'raha up against a wall, lifting him to be at eye level. G'raha has one hand buried in Foulques' hair, his lips parted and ears pinned back as he stares back into Foulques' eyes. They look as if they had just been making out and recently pulled away from each other.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 9

#reshareyourwriting day 6: around the bend Rated M | #wolzenos (one-sided) | Graphic Body Horror | Hanahaki AU Heed the tags on this one, but have some Zenos at the end of the universe! 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/64725256 #ffxivfic

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Title: the red means i love you
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:

Was the blood choking him from the sting of her sword or from the bite of the thorny vines that twined up inside of him? Was he dying from the battle or from the flowers that continued to multiply and slowly suffocate him? Did it matter anymore? Did it matter when either way he would meet his end? Dying across from the one person in this life that ever mattered to him, the one person who understood him.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 7

#reshareyourwriting day 5: in the water Woe, Gwen's timeline shenanigans be upon ye! G'raha asks Gwen to tell him about her dad, the one who is married to him in another universe Rated T | (technically) #wolgraha | Timeline Shenanigans 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/68599466 #ffxivfic

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Title: in another life
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:

"Your father, the other one, could you tell me about him?" G'raha asked quietly as he and Gwenette sat at the harbor in Sharlayan. G'raha had his back pressed up against one of the supply boxes that littered the docks while Gwen laid flat on her back, staring up at the clouds in the evening sky and looking like she was trying to make sense of them.

For a few moments, all that could be heard were the gulls above them and the tide rolling in and crashing against the harbor and G'raha wondered if Gwenette had heard him. Perhaps he'd spoken too quietly or worse hadn't even spoken the question that had been gnawing at him aloud.

But then Gwen let out a heavy sigh, one that almost made him feel guilty for asking, and turned her head to rest her cheek against the sun-warmed stone walkways to look over at him. "What do you want to know about him?" she asked quietly, looking both pained and grateful for something to talk about.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 7

#reshareyourwriting day 3: between your fingers Celestaux saving Foulques' life! Rated T | #wolfoulques | Pre-Relationship | Foulques Lives 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/66554452 #ffxivfic

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Title: but i don't deserve it, i don't deserve it
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:

The old Gelmorran final rights prayers played in his mind as he awaited his death – at least he had the time to beg the gods for forgiveness, to beg to end up among his ancestors. And gods, did he need to beg after everything he'd done wrong. He didn't want to die, he didn't want his time to be cut short, not when he still had so much he wanted to do.

But his spiraling train of thought was interrupted as a hand reached into his vision, forcing him to look up to the cliff’s ledge to see him, the same damned man that had bested him.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 7

Everyone look at my beautiful boys 🥹🥹😭 Art by @serhawke.bsky.social who I love dearly #celestialbodies #wolfoulques #foulquesgraha

Digital art of Celestaux, Foulques, and G'raha. The three of them are sitting under a wisteria tree, purple petals littering the ground around them. Foulques is sitting cross-legged in the center of the three of them, with Celestaux on the left of him and G'raha on the right. Foulques has a blush and restrained smile on his face while one of his hands holds onto G'raha's shoulder while the other one rests on Celestaux's shoulder, with his hand outstretched, fingers splayed. Celestaux has his back to the viewer, sitting cross-legged and holding Foulques' chin in one hand and kissing his one cheek. G'raha is sitting on his knees on the other side, holding his hands behind his back with his tail curved upwards, kissing Foulques' other cheek.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 5

Day 3 #reshareyourwriting: beneath your feet Gwen time! Have some timeline shenanigans wol/oc fic (where the oc in question belongs to @regulationbluebunn.bsky.social) Rated T | WoL/OC | Angst 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/63618088 #ffxivfic

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Title: love isn't rescue, it's someone to lose
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:
The explosions echoed across the desert and immediately Gwen felt like she couldn’t breathe as a single thought screamed in her mind.

Farim.

Farim had insisted on going off with Alphinaud and Lyse and M’naago, leaving her behind with Alisaie. He’d brushed it off as her needing her rest, not wanting to bother her, but she knew it wasn’t just that. She knew that it was easier for him to go off healing people on the battlefield than it was for him to look her in the eyes.

But now he was in the middle of where the cannons were firing, in the middle of the carnage. Gwen had never been a great student in school, but she didn’t have to be, not when all the people involved were her dad’s friends, her family. She knew it’d been close, but Alphinaud and Lyse had lived through the war with Garlemald. But Farim wasn’t supposed to be there. Neither of them were.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 4

Day 2 of #reshareyourwriting: on the air I'm stretching the prompt a little bit with this one, but have some Artoirel grief and guilt (with a minor Stephanivien/Artoirel appearance) Rated T | Stephanivien/Artoirel | Hurt/Comfort 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/46347652 #ffxivfic

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Title: an ocean of tears will spill for what is broken
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:
The snow was coming down harshly, already covering the streets in a thick powder, but he’d never minded the snow too much. He could deal with the cold for a while. If anything, walking around the city when the weather was like this only ensured that he wouldn’t be bothered, hardly anyone would want to be out in the snow when they could stay inside by a fire.

He felt like he was drifting as his legs carried him through the streets, moving completely on autopilot as his mind was clouded with far too many thoughts. Artoirel didn’t know why every year he thought it might be different, that time would make it easier. It never did. There was nothing that could stop the vice-like grip that his guilt had on it, tightening on this day every year. He couldn’t stop the voice in his head that screamed how he should’ve done more, should’ve tried harder, should’ve been the older brother he was meant to be. Thoughts that haunted him constantly only got worse on the anniversary of his death.

And he deserved it, surely. The pain he felt was penance for his sins and he would accept that for as long as he lived.

Because at least he got to live.

Celestaux@duskwightdancer· May 3

Day 1 of #reshareyourwriting: From the Beginning My first #ffxivfic ever, which is wild to look back on! I remember writing this frantically on a plane in 2022 when Celestaux really started to become his own guy! Rated T | Haurchefant & WoL archiveofourown.org/works/41208312 #farmboylore

A screenshot of Ao3 of a fanfiction.
Title: counting blessings instead of sheep
Author: steamingcupoftea
Summary:
Celestaux can't sleep after everything, especially not in an unfamiliar home and an unfamiliar bed. Instead of continuing to toss and turn all night, he pads down to the kitchens of the House Fortemps and has unexpected company.