brief headcanons about the ancient guy zenos is a shard of that nobody is ready for 

his name is zeth yes gotta keep the z

his parents serve in the convocation and are fully devoted to it so they you guess it neglect him ™ 

neglected as he is though his parents still provide him with the best thing and spoil him with whatever he wishes for but they never actually pay attention to his education and stuff so he grows up freely without any guidance/parental figure

because he always gets whatever he wants, he thinks this world is boring and seeks entertainment by creating things and destroying them and experiments with various… questionable things. don’t ask, it’s so questionable it’s censored even to me JHSDBFHJSF

growing up with this mentality, he starts seeking other form of entertainment/challenges in the outside world to stave off the ever growing boredom especially in a world that’s just all flowery and rainbow of the ancient. so he is hardly ever seen at amaurot, preferring to wander around and do… questionable things… KJHDSFKJSDF

he can manipulate aether in a frightening way and has a scary brilliant mind so his parents want him to serve the convocation, but zeth has literally no interest in making the star a better place or something. he just wants entertainment no matter what form it is, and is always hungry for new challenges/new things. he actively looks for trouble. no trouble? he will be the trouble KJDHSFKJSFD

nobody likes him KJDHSFKJDSF 

Shtola: so what do we do with fandaniel

Warrior of light: good question

Zenos: we could kill him

Warrior of light: no we cant just— wait a min

Give me an au where zenos (as a villain with zero redeeming qualities) just tags along the WOL party like he has always been there in the beginning (he has not— everybody hates him but what can they do)

Give me an au where zenos (as a villain with zero redeeming qualities) just tags along the WOL party like he has always been there in the beginning (he has not— everybody hates him but what can they do)

One final dance

old swordsmith’s proverb - “be wary of making a sword too sharp. one day it may be used to cut off your own head”

Zenos  yae  Galvus  |   Concept  from  Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood

I put Zenos in pretty clothes again

@reapcrbunny​ sent: dahlia merely stares at him before she   .  .   deposits a sewer skink into zenos' hands.   his now.  

          ‘ what an... interesting gift. ’    he commented half-heartedly at first, then brought the said offering closer for a more thorough inspection, wondering if there were any hidden implications beneath such a meager thing. surely it must bear some since the hero herself had personally seen to its deliverance after all?     

          ‘ what are you trying to convey, my friend? perhaps a threat? or a reminder? that my existence poses as nothing more than a mere sewer skink in your heart? that you deem it so insignificant, so irrelevant in your grand scheme of playing the saviour? that you have no hatred, no rancor left for me? ’     zenos mulled, seemingly impressed with her amusing creativity even at something as frivolous as insulting. a vague smile tugged at his lips. he put the sewer skink— the warrior of light’s challenge declaration into his pouch.     ‘ very well. mark my word, hero, that one day, your passion for me shall burn brighter than the star itself, and your fury shall wash over these lands as we lock horn in a dance of blood. and until that day, i await for you. ’

Zenos yae Galvus / Final Fantasy XIV

fandanicl​:

Fandaniel raised a finger after sitting up, trying to say ' one moment '. It was hard for him to move his body that felt like it was going to die. On the one hand he liked the idea, on the other… too much suffering.

❝ Give ... Give me ... me five more minutes... ❞

          barely any attention was spared for fandaniel after that, uninterested in whatever antics the ascian was indulging himself with; zenos walked over fandaniel’s unsightly postured on the floor to his throne.     ‘ don’t be a decoration on the floor with that hideousness. you are unfit to even be such a meager thing. ’     he said, nonchalantly, eyes fixed on the vibrant moon instead of anywhere else. not a hint of concern was to be found, but was there ever any? 

reapcrbunny​:

(    🐇   )                SHE’S EXHAUSTED.    SHE’D INITIALLY   tensed and worried about how she’d come out of a fight with zenos if he initiated    –    she was naught in the state    (    even as she was    ;    the light corruption took so much from her    )    to fight him and handle the extensiveness that    would    come from versing him.    her brows knit as she tries to logic out why he would be helping her right now    —–  perhaps to   LOWER HER GUARD   ?    twelve.

HER LEGS BARELY    maintain her weight as she takes a small step forward,    and then another as her axe was    dragged along    behind her.    don’t show weakness,    don’t show     ANY OPENING FOR    —

SHE KEPT HERSELF    up,   catching herself from tumbling over as blood trailed behind her with each step to end up sitting in a heap near the garlean as golden marred skin beneath red oozed with blood.     SHE’D OVERDONE IT.

       <       WHY ARE    you helping    .  .   ?      >     she had to know,   to soothe the paranoia swirling around    IN HER HEAD.

          again with the question ‘why’ — why, why, why. humans are just awfully obsessed with it, aren’t they? always so adamant on, so insistent on finding a reason to justify their action as if it would, somehow, miraculously change something; a boring, tedious and meaningless waste of time. what’s so interesting about that, he wondered. from varis who sought to conquer in the name of unity, to the ascians who committed mass genocide for the sake of a paradise lost, to this very warrior of light, who, even beaten and battered, struggled to put meaning to nothing. 

          ‘ must there be a reason? ’     zenos said monotonously. it wasn’t so much a genuine question, but more of a curious observation— curious to hear what she would say and curious to see what she would do once her inquiry was satisfied. he saw her as his mirror in every sense of the word. relentless. ruthless. implacable. unyielding. a cruel and merciless huntress. she fought for the sake of it, as did he; travelled to quench the thirst for thrilling challenges, as did he; and killed tirelessly, as did he; all because he wanted to, as did she. so looking at her now, he didn’t understand the conundrum she was apparently suffering: why was he helping? why— because he wanted to. he had made that clear over the course of their time together, had he not? 

          he wanted her to live. survive. struggle. and become worthwhile. 

          without waiting for her answer however, zenos crouched down next to her kneeling form. a rather fitting posture, he must admit, yet pathetic all the same; blessed with light, with life, yet she let herself be woven with death in the most absurd fashion; the prideful light that she once thrived on had morphed into her demise, and the darkness that she once despised now extended her pitiful existence at the cost of what made her her. exchanging one villain for another to persist on despite the growing corruption, be it light or dark, was tearing her apart. she couldn’t hide it even if she wanted to; it seeped out of her in endless waves. and it was killing her. the mere notion of it was undesirable enough to evoke his impromptu offer. 

          ‘ such a wretched curse you have willingly accepted, hero. but i suppose it’s befitting for someone of your title. ’     zenos said, slowly, his eyes trailed over her. and after some consideration, he lifted her up from the ground, uncaring for the unsightly blood that was starting to smear his pristine attire, uncaring for the weak glare and the unintelligible cursed that were thrown his way too.     ‘ save your energy. i have no intention of letting you die elsewhere but under my blade, with your blood and mine joined as one instead of soaking the dirt. ’     finally, a smile.     ‘ and if you die, it will be a glorious death. not a pathetic, pitiful and laughable one. now, do be quick and tell me which way to the crystal exarch. ’

The most hinged person on the source

brief headcanons about the ancient guy zenos is a shard of that nobody is ready for 

his name is zeth yes gotta keep the z

his parents serve in the convocation and are fully devoted to it so they you guess it neglect him (tm) 

neglected as he is though his parents still provide him with the best thing and spoil him with whatever he wishes for but they never actually pay attention to his education and stuff so he grows up freely without any guidance/parental figure

because he always gets whatever he wants, he thinks this world is boring and seeks entertainment by creating things and destroying them and experiments with various... questionable things. don’t ask, it’s so questionable it’s censored even to me JHSDBFHJSF

growing up with this mentality, he starts seeking other form of entertainment/challenges in the outside world to stave off the ever growing boredom especially in a world that’s just all flowery and rainbow of the ancient. so he is hardly ever seen at amaurot, preferring to wander around and do... questionable things... KJHDSFKJSDF

he can manipulate aether in a frightening way and has a scary brilliant mind so his parents want him to serve the convocation, but zeth has literally no interest in making the star a better place or something. he just wants entertainment no matter what form it is, and is always hungry for new challenges/new things. he actively looks for trouble. no trouble? he will be the trouble KJDHSFKJSFD

nobody likes him KJDHSFKJDSF 

Zenos making things Weird™

reapcrbunny​:

(    🐇   )               AZEM’S PAINTED LIPS WERE    painted with a    different    sort now,    though the amaurotaen was far from surprised by this development.   she grunts at first,   a fast rush of air leaving her nose as she snorts,    tongue licking the blood from her lip intitially ‘fore sucking the bite the other had left behind.    even kisses that were meant to be a show of her affection for him were    RUINED    (   in the most  spectacular    fashion    )    BY HIM.

       ❝        CUTE.    WHAT DID YOU    believe    i’d taste like    ?     ❞

          blood was a much better sight on her, he thought, with how beautifully the glaring red spread and smeared against her half-open lips, shrouding her in an enticing veil of an irresistible enchantress. a tempting contradiction and obviously a delicious invitation that vied for his attention and acceptance; it would be a shame if he didn’t, would it. 

          zeth leaned down. his breath mingled with her own as he took his time to appreciate his prize thoroughly. soft, lustrous and impatient, oh so very impatient and hungry to be claimed once again; it truly pleased him to see how azem was begging for his touch.     ‘ like sins. ’     zeth replied. his usual monotonous tone was lowered down a register, coated in a layer of newfound sultriness. the way she intentionally moved her tongue only made him feel more bothered.    

          ‘ such a sinful taste you have, dear clementine. ’     lips pushed into a smirk before they covered hers in another back and forth. this time with much more aggressiveness.

reapcrbunny​:

(    🐇   )               OF COURSE HE FOLLOWED HER.    she shouldn’t have expected him to do anything else.    her chakrams    disappear    as she turns away,    refocusing on the mountain she had been    STUDYING MOMENTS AGO.

❝        WHAT DO I OWE     the    pleasure    of your audience on this day,    hm    ?     i am but awaiting an eruption of a formerly dormant volcano    -    do you   INTEND    to fight the elements    ?     ❞       she would naught put it past him    IF HE TRIED.

          emerging into her view while bearing the all too familiar arrogance in every step, no words left him as he slowly approached her, yet his damnable lazy smirk spoke of an unchanging cocky shamelessness that didn’t need any verbal announcements to convey. a hand quickly found itself on her waist once he invaded her personal space, zeth pushed her flushed against him despite the ever present threat of her arms around his neck; a privilege reserved for her and for her only. 

          clementine— or azem since she seemed to be so incomprehensibly fond of the meaningless title, had proven to be a delicious challenge that provoked even the most primitive instincts within him. he starved for her. covetted her pleas and tears. desired her bottomless despair as she relentlessly and unforgivingly breathed blood into his lungs in such a fierce defiance each time they melted into the enticing tune of death; every fibre of her being a much needed delight in this disappointing, falvorless world. should she wish to draw swords, zeth would be over the moon.   

          to that end, he was willing to deal with whatever obstacles that were stealing her attention away from him, even if it was merely some tedious tasks of vanquishing measly element manifestation. he hummed in response to her assumption— so boldly spoken as if she knew him like the back of her hand, he had to applaud the amount of confidence she exuded as she held herself regardless of the hypothesis accuracy.     ‘ the fun appears to follow you, dear clementine. ’     it wasn’t too far from the truth but he didn’t feel the need to justify his action. she could think of it however she pleased and he would humour her.    ‘ so, hero, what sorts of trifling matters did you get involved in this time? ’     what was it that was preventing you from being with me.