/xivg/ - Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward Genera

Do you like guinea pigs?

>f-futa pride w-worldwide

>list of people who care
>1.
>2.

velvet i understand that you are ooked in the dooker but a lot more than 1 person hates your shitty fetish

iri it's time to stop shitposting

I dunno why I replied to you I apologize

Post your lewd auras so I can touch myself

>ignoring the threads top meme fetish

>on all of balmung
>harp is 3rd
lmao what

is it 3.3 yet

>meme fetish
has been a thing since before you were born

send help

...

>1.3k is the best balmug has to offer
how embarrassing

It's hell just hell
Will kill all of you tonight

And most people find it repulsive.

Only 3 machinist kills on blamung.

Are the spats too much? I was originally going to find some pants but I never really get to use the spats.
I'm also hating ninja as a job, is SMN fun if I like SCH?

>[citation needed]

spats are pretty lewd, they make me want to rub my face against your crotch.

SMN is the fun magic DPS. Go for it.

>I like thing so it's weird if most people hate it

please show them the important part

So beating 2 people is an achievement? lmao

google literally has data backing it up as being extremely popular among straight males

I miss sp@c@....

>The Archbishop Thordan VII card has been claimed and added to your card list.
Aw ye.

Wow abe is fucking trash lmao
Rheia absolutely shits all over him

>straight males

he also had 4 deaths
four

>straight
It's a low tier gay niche fetish. Every chart I've seen trannies never break top 30

>Balmung bard and machinist "mains"
>good

youtube.com/watch?v=p-A8GvUehq4

And here I thought Balmung couldn't sell A8s

>faggots making shit up
And every other source says otherwise. What's your point?

>Harp gets carried again
No one should be surprised at this point. Somehow he still gets away with it.

That is it. I am having enough of your degenerate ERP Futa. Let this be lesson!

>google
>making shit up
k

>google not making shit up
Come on now

>one gay guy represents google
mhm

if you like cocks you're gay my guy. or bi at the very least. i can't fuck children and claim in not a pedo.

Well then where's your proof. The "gay" dude provided theirs.

>literally didn't watch it, just keeps shitposting
k

>Want to be an avatarfagging shitposter
>Can't think of a gimmick
Is there a worse feel?

my wife is into cock torture

I HATE FUTA FUCKING CLOSET FAGS REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LITERALLY KILL YOURSELF TRANNIES AND FUTA FAGOTS LITERALLY KILL YOURSELVES AND STOP DOOKING MY OOKING GENERAL

Truly Yours will never be truly yours

ENOUGH

As if life wasn’t hard enough for a Haillenarte after the Calamity, in the leadup to Starlight—a whirlwind had just hit Haillenarte Manor.

A whirlwind named House Dzemael, even. The cleanup would take bells, even with the brothers helping the staff—Stephanivien in the kitchens, Aurvael in the parlor, which left Francel with the grand hall: the epicenter of the devastation.
It was the Ishgardian way, to feast knights come back from moons away from home, moons living off rations, stale bread and scavenged meat in the wilds. It was an honor they eminently deserved—and it was tradition for the biggest beneficiary of the knights’ valor to shoulder the cost of feeding them. So when no less than three of the Haillenarte Skyfire Locks fell to heretics, and each and every one was prized free of their tainted grasp by Dzemael blood and courage—well, the dictates of tradition were obvious. And if they hadn’t been, Count de Dzemael would have been too happy to spell them out (having never once before missed a chance to enforce the Ishgardian way or needle House Haillenarte and not being about to start now).
Besides, not only would it be Dzemael knights eating on Haillenarte’s tab, but the Count’s own son. Grinnaux de Dzemael may have given up a great deal by becoming a brother of the Heavens’ Ward, but there were certain indulgences he would not be denied—and, since he himself had taken the heads of the heretics responsible, no one honorable could deny him them.

maybe not having a gimmick is your gimmick

just post pictures of your character when you feel like it
if people get upset by your presence then you've done your job correctly

i never had a gimmick and i'm an avatarfag

at least, i don't think i have one, just b yourself

Give me something substantial. I can google most popular porn searches and no mention of shemales comes up.

Just try to add "my wife´s son" to any sentence. Guaranteed replies.

Does this cat have a dick?

>my general
Here's your (You)

your gimmick is being an annoying cunt

This, then, was the story of how Haillenarte came to host Ser Grinnaux de Dzemael, his right-hand man Paulecrain, and their attendants in banquet—and, subsequently, of how Francel came to find himself picking through the mess left on the grand tables, overwhelmed.

It wasn’t only the scope of the culinary destruction that made Francel’s movements slow and uncertain, his eyes focused on something other than sorting silver into a bucket. The memory of the feast had him firmly in its grip, and everything he touched only brought details of it through the haze and daze to the forefront of his mind.

He pulled a silver goblet (Grinnaux and Paulecrain had used identical ones, silver with a light bubbly wine filling them, to start the banquet with a toast, and this had been the first time Francel had ever been this close to either of them. Sure, he had seen Grinnaux from formal distance, which did an excellent job of making his enormous frame seem like a trick of perspective rather than an overwhelming fact. He had seen Paulecrain from a distance, too, in both Dzemael and Fortemps colors, and when Haurchefant had answered his hushed, wondering question of what exactly Paulecrain had done with only a tightened jaw and a furrowed brow—well, he’d resolved then that never seeing Paulecrain “Coldfire” up close was a laudable goal. But now, with the sharp angles of their faces clearly lit…) from under a chicken’s carcass to dump in the bucket as well.

Next was a pie pan (Paulecrain was a glutton, Francel could clearly remember watching him tip his head back and using his fingertips to push the last of that pie completely into his mouth) with a fish’s head in it (but Grinnaux was ten times worse; the plan had been for the Haillenarte household to respectfully allow the guests to eat first and then take what they had left, that plan vanished as the family had watched a truly shocking amount of food vanish into Grinnaux’s mouth);

>needing to watch a video to know that men who like dicks are gay
wew lad

Mmm, where's shemale on this list?

Not even an avatarfag and someone has already mentioned me by name in here a few times. You do not need one.

the latter was tossed to the dogs as Francel diligently continued his work.

He blushed red, though, as he picked up a stray shard of a mug (Paulecrain had quietly remarked to Grinnaux that ‘the youngest—Francel, yes? He’s been watching us like he desperately wishes it was him splayed on this platter, not a duck,’ while deftly pulling apart the legs of the duck, Grinnaux chuckling to himself as Paulecrain handed one leg to him and kept the other for himself—Francel had dropped the mug he was holding from shock and dived under the table to retrieve the pieces, hoping the roast would distract them from noticing) and turned it over in his hands before throwing it out: it was embarrassing because it was true . He’d watched them gorge themselves and wanted nothing more than to be part of that meal. At first he’d tried to tell himself it was only because he was hungry, and they were hogging all of the food (Paulecrain had an uncivilized habit of eschewing the marrow spoon to simply suck it out of the beef bones, Grinnaux had an equally uncivilized habit of biting and sucking rib bones clean of flesh; Francel had watched their lips and swallowed heavily when they did, even though he’d nothing in his mouth) but that proved less and less defensible a position as the evening went on.

There was a spoon bent out of shape (Grinnaux had used it to scrape sauces from plates, loath to let even the smallest tidbits escape him) on top of a heap of discarded river crab shells (Paulecrain broke the shells with his bare hands, he ate more like a beast than a man); Francel straightened the spoon and returned it to its bucket. His father had begun sighing in dismay by the third course, able to see the writing on the wall and probably imagining gilcoins flying away with little wings;

>queue for circus tower
>queue pops
>A party member has withdrawn from the duty.
Finding new member.
>queue pops
>A party member has withdrawn from the duty.
Finding new member.
>queue pops
>A party member has withdrawn from the duty.
Finding new member.

that's not true...
well, i guess i am a tad annoying

but that being my gimmick? i don't think so

can someone post the seto x neko link? i um.. j-just post it ok?

>nothing on the image declares this is strictly from hetero male viewers
>implying Pornhub only has straight porn
I'm laffin.

>disregards evidence
Stay in denial

ook ook trannies are normal
dook dook straight guys t-totally like shemales!!!!!

Francel had realized the cost too but was softly groaning rather than sighing as he thought about the immensity of the undertaking sating their appetites was turning out to be.

At some point—and his hands shook, handling the flutes (Grinnaux and Paulecrain drank as much as they ate, turning it into a game between the two of them to knock back fine cordials like single-gulp shots) —at some point, they had realized just how tantalized Francel was, and decided to exploit it (They had needed someone to keep their cups full and picked Francel, they let their hands brush against his as they called him tremulous and shy and pulled the bottle from his hand when he was too transfixed by their tongues at the corners of their mouths and the points of their teeth to pour fast enough for them) and it was clearly the Fury’s mercy that his brothers only thought their intent was to humiliate Francel (And he was humiliated, trying to keep the bulge in the loin of his trousers out of their sight while he stood right next to them) , not to toy with him like a pair of cats tormenting a mouse (And he was tormented: Paulecrain made a bet with Grinnaux and subsequently lost fifty gil as both of them watched the eldest son of Dzemael suck a sausage straight out of its casing, gulping without chewing only two pronounced lumps down his throat and a proud sigh after and not asking to be excused just for five minutes so he could finish himself into a handkerchief was the hardest thing Francel had done in moons).

But now, the torture was over (the two of them didn’t slow down until dessert, amusing themselves by catching candied chestnuts in their mouths and rolling chocolate truffles over their tongues until they melted) and Francel could try and recover his dignity—recover his dignity by cleaning up after them like a servant while they retired to the guest room, his stomach growling while theirs were filled (and how:

>2014
>only pornhub vs google
>implying pornhub is even close to as big as google is
>grasping this hard

>tfw your EB's too busy jumping next to a post to pay any attention to you

>teen at the top
Men are born fully grown. They are never teens.

Just to clear things up, sexuality isn't a single option.

And no, Tumblr-tier made up sexualities and genders are utter B.S. and the ramblings of mad-men and mad-women who've been in an echochamber/hugbox for far too long.

It's simply:
>Straight
>Bi
>Gay

Imagine it as a dial, and the dial clicks into place on each of the three spaces.

However, much like a thermostat control, it can go up a few notches before clicking again.

So you can be either 100% straight, or straight but only be around 85% (such as liking futas). This doesn't make you gay, the sight of a man's body makes them feel uncomfortable or repulsed, yet that is the only acceptable option.

The same can be said about bisexuals, they're not always perfectly 50/50 men to women, some like men more than women, some like women more than men.

Now things like pansexual? who fuck -everything-? I think that's also B.S. and they are just bi.

>but what about the sexuality where they fuck things like cars, or fall in love with rollercoasters.
>what about those into beastuality?

Those is a mental defection greater than homosexuality, at least homosexuality is human/human in relation.

>2011 google vs 2014 pornhub
I've seen that video a number of times. I just grabbed that graph from a quick google search. I'm not the one bookmarking 5 year old gay seminars.

I can't get this one to work, nor the one down by the TT area.

are u autistic dude

also u are horribly wrong lol

Francel had half a mind to measure with hands to see if their bellies actually held all that or if they merely contained portals to the void inside them; as it was he settled for watching their hands lazily resting on their stomachs as they discussed between themselves something too soft for him to hear), and his mind unable to be brought to bear on even this menial task, this simple thing, when all he could think about was Grinnaux’s smile as he drawled “More…”

“My lord?”

A maid’s voice shocked him out of reverie, a flush rising to his cheeks as he said “Yes?” too quickly and too defensively, unconsciously twisting to hide his groin from her eyes.

“My lord—the guests of honor—they’ve told me to summon you to their room.”

He blinked. “…Is there something wrong?” Francel had checked the room before they arrived, there shouldn’t have been anything out of place, anything that would displease them--sheets of vanya silk and quilts of cloud cotton, fresh tapers and plenty of wood for the fire, even a plate of chocolates for midnight snacking.

“I don’t know, my lord. They—they simply told me to summon you.” There was a hesitance in her voice, and a refusal to meet his eyes, and that told Francel that there was something more going on here—that she was translating whatever they’d actually said into something else, something she thought he’d rather hear. Most curious.

“Very well. I shall see them forthwith.” It wasn’t worth it to quiz her on what was really going on when he could simply go straight to the source. “If you would take over the cleanup here, then.” Without waiting for her assent (which was guaranteed, anyhow), Francel turned on his heel and proceeded to the wing that held their guests.

>However, much like a thermostat control, it can go up a few notches before clicking again.
lolno you're either straight or you're a faggot

>seen that video a number of times but never bothered to actually watch it even once

Just type one up yourself. Its got no special feeling when its all made up.

>social constructs aren't governed by the majority, just my opinion

>a porn site as evidence
They're fucking rocket scientists!

Something Something Elezen

Nope, that's incorrect.

If someone is a faggot, then why would they even be interested in a female body?

Why not just have male on male porn or male on male erp?

The arguement you're making doesn't make sense.

I never get passed "the most popular fetish among straight males"

Maybe I'll go back sometime soon.

Just go ahead and ban anyone engaging in this stupid conversation.

Different strokes for different folks. That's it. End of story.

>doesn't watch it all because it triggers you

>It's a dial with ONLY three spaces
>But it can also be a bunch of spaces in between

Anyone want to relax on M@eus?

It was on the other side of the manor, and Francel used the walk to mentally prepare himself. His pent-up… energy needed some form of transformation before he had to handle whatever request they had of him, and the easiest thing to transmute it into was pride. After all—by now, the favor had been repaid. Haillenarte and Dzemael were no longer debtor and creditor—and he, as a trueborn son of Haillenarte, had every right to look trueborn Grinnaux de Dzemael in the eye and demand to treat with him as equals. Which meant that, really—continuing to treat him as a servant, to clean up after him and be at his beck and call…

By the time he’d reached the finest chamber of the guest wing, Francel had worked himself into a good fit of indignation that was just waiting for an offense to set it off. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he knocked at the door…to no response. So he knocked once again, louder—and was about to pound on the door when Grinnaux’s muffled voice said “Come in.” Letting out that deep breath in an annoyed sigh, Francel opened the door, as bidden, and stepped into their room.

For a moment, he simply stood there in silence, blinking—the fire was banked low and only one candle was lit, leaving the room quite dark, as if they’d already gone abed. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust—and then to pick out Grinnaux and Paulecrain. Francel opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed, and tried again.

Let this be lesson