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A perfect duet.
You will never escape this video as long as I am alive.
Hi there! I was curious to know if you had any tips writing Ser Janeloux? Personality, habits, the like?
[[ Oh hey! ;w;/ While I’m flattered that you like my portrayal enough to be asked this, truth be told I sort of just wing it for the most part.
Given he’s one of the Heavens’ Ward we do not directly meet in-game, we don’t really get to have a direct look into Ser Janlenoux’s persona. Nor does he have anything to him officially other than a Lorebook entry and some speech bubbles (mind you, these are in a fight where he may or may not retain much of his actual self, given he had been tempered well before said fight). However, we can indeed glean some things from these entries, such as his hardworking temperament, his close bond with Ser Adelphel, and of course his cooking hobby. There’s even something to be gleaned from his very Title, as well as the information on his weapon.
Some very useful translations can be found here! Their translations are sublime and the information about the Ward featured on their blog is invaluable!
For my personal take on Janlenoux, I draw inspiration from what little official material we do have, as well as some portrayals from the Japanese side of the fandom (as the Ward is quite popular indeed over there and some fan art and doujinshi stories are quite intriguing and really get into the characters)… while also keeping in mind that my portayal of him is also colored by my own unique inklings and vibes I get from the character. A lot of my process is just what “feels right” when writing him, if that makes sense? There’s really no wrong way to go about it given the sheer lack of material on him. The general gist I get is a hardworking sort of knight who wants to do what he can for the betterment of Ishgard, and is fiercely loyal toward his brothers in arms.
Hopefully this was helpful to you! ;w;/ ]]
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I’m just a giant shitpost.
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Executioner sword with inscription: Inscription: When I raise this sword, so I wish that this poor sinner will receive eternal life.
Germany, 1600s
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god that inscription is the tightest paladin shit, lawful best
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@ofthesteeloath Tay look.
"Jan!!" The blond elf nearly jumps as his partner enters the kitchen earlier than expected, sheepishly grinning as he's caught still covered in flour and what appears to be a few specks of rolanberry. Before him are some carefully made rolanberry tarts, topped with little chocolate hearts. "I didn't get to wash up yet, no fair. Hmph. Anyway, since you ruined the surprise I guess you can have one now."
The cry so surprised him in turn that Janlenoux nearly dropped the bag of baking supplies he’d been carrying. Luckily he caught himself, and once it became clear just what Adelphel had been doing, he found himself laughing as he strode over to his partner.
“What a pair we make indeed! Here I was planning to make you something for Valentione’s, and instead I find you like this, Adel.” He chuckled, setting his parcel down upon the counter. He turned, reaching up to rub away a smudge of flour from the blonde’s face with his thumb.
“Let’s have them chill. Dessert is best served after a meal, after all, and I have the makings of one right here. Besides…” He grinned then, leaning over to place a small, chaste kiss on the other’s lips.
“Such things taste sweeter shared, no?”
[[ May you all have a wonderful Valenti(o)ne’s! ]]
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Fury forfend…!
It’s too late your reputation is ruined forever
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#adelphel ‘blond mcgay’ brightblade confirmed to susano laugh#does janlenoux do it too#or is janlenoux more of a lakshmi
we need your expertise in this field.
“... I... what...”
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We found the beast!
Hm… this did not go as planned.
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We uh… took over. Sup folks?
We lived.
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Backyard Flower Garden Questions
Ageratum: Are you friendly or wary of strangers?
American Marigold: Is there anything you will not/cannot eat?
Black-Eyed Susan: Have you ever given/received a black eye? Why?
Bleeding-heart: Do you open up freely with their emotions, or do you bottle it up until you burst? If you do hold it in, what is usually your breaking point?
Butterfly-Weed: What is one thing that always makes you stop and admire, no matter what you were doing prior?
Common Yarrow: Do you easily blend in with the crowd, or do you wear/act so that you are noticeable and stand out?
Cornflower: Is there a color you don’t particularly care to wear? Is it because it clashes with your style, appearance, or any other reason outside of simple dislike for said color?
Creeping Zinnia: Do you listen into other people’s conversations, either idly or purposely? Has there been anything you learned from it? Have you gotten into trouble?
Daylily: Do you have any daily routines/habits? Are they ingrained into you as a child or have they been recent additions?
Field Pansy: Have you ever gone and flown a kite before? Do you wish to do so if you haven’t?
Flowering Cabbage: Name one thing you keep, despite it being pointless or purposeless other than sentimental value or you simply cannot throw it away, and state the reason why you hang onto it.
Garden Impatiens: What causes you to lose patience? How do you react when you lose it?
Gooseneck Loosestrife: Is there anything strange or unusual you can do, or have noticed happening around you without an identifiable cause?
Hosta: Do you enjoy the time out in the sun, or do you relax in the shade whenever you get the chance to do so?
Ivy Geranium: Do you have any pets? If so, how are they doing?
Japanese Bloodgrass: When was the last time you drew blood, either from yourself or from another? What was the reason?
Lady’s Mantle: What is one outfit you remember your mother/guardian wearing when you were a child?
Lambs Ears: Do you remember how old you were when the last time someone tried to sensor their speech around you?
Lavender: Is there a particular scent you are fond of? Do you smell this scent often or rarely?
Million Gold: How much money do you make, if any? How much money do you have currently?
Moss Phlox: Have there been any new friends you have made? What do you want to know about them the most?
Nasturium: Have you ever been the one to be told a secret? Did you keep it or did you share it with someone else? Was the secret worth being kept?
Ornamental Purslane: Do you wear any jewelry? Which ones are your favorites? Do you favor certain metals/gems/styles?
Rose Campion: If you had to fight, which one person would you chose to fight at your side? Would you pick them based on skill, on trust, or both?
Salvia-May-Night: What your habits/rituals you do when preparing for bed? How long do you usually sleep for?
Snapdragon: What sort of things would you hoard, if given the chance? Would you?
Snow-In-Summer: Would you rather have winter or summer? What are the benefits or reason to your preferred season over the other?
Sunflower: Name one thing that will always make you smile.
Thread-leaf Tickseed: Are you an insect-magnet when you go outside, or do you insects generally leave you alone?
Variegated Solomon’s Seal: What is one thing you wished you could seal away and never see/feel/use/etc again? Why?
Wheat Cockscomb: Name one thing you could do that you wished you could do, but cant?
Yellow Cosmos: What is your favorite constellation? Why?
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Ah, that flinch. He’d done it again hadn’t he.
He’d been told by some that certain, focused faces he made were almost frighteningly stern to those not used to seeing him, despite it not being his intention to be. He smiled slightly in an attempt to soften his features a bit. The last thing he wanted to do was unsettle someone.
“Indeed I am.” He replied to her inquiry, lightly bowing his head. “Ser Janlenoux, at your service, Miss. Paladin of the Heavens’ Ward…”
He gestured to the kitchen around them with a slight sweep of his hand.
“…and sometime culinarian, at least when my brothers don’t see fit to upset my kitchen.” He jested lightly before cocking his head at her. “So then, who might you be?”
Come to think of it, people did say Ser Janlenoux would had been an excellent culinarian if he did not choose sword. That would explain his brothers scuttling out with various baked goods. She returned the bow, though feeling awkward as trying to show courtesy to someone with a high status is not her forte.
“You can call me Svan. Well. Svanielle is my full name, but everyone calls me Svan to make things easier. Come to think of it, I think Ser Adelphel mentions you sometimes.“
Svan looks down to her crows who were still huddled around her.
“…and you met my friends. It would be too much of a hassle to name every single one of them though.”
A crow lifted its head up to caw at Svan, as if he was offended that she wasn’t going to name them. Svan simply returned with a glare to which it immediately shrunk back down, none of them were off the hook just yet.
“Does he now?” He chuckled, his expression softening further. “Well, ‘tis a pleasure to meet you, Miss Svan.”
He blinked when she spoke of her ‘friends’, his mismatched eyes glancing at the crow currently voicing its displeasure before it was silenced with a glare from Svan.
“You’ve named them all? That’s quite a feat, given the sheer amount of them.” He observed as he knelt to gather a swept pile of spilled mess into a dustpan. The multitude of crows glanced between him and Svan, shifting uneasily on their little taloned feet. He quickly scooped the dusty pile into a waste bin.
“At the very least, they helped clean up most of the spilled morsels. I hope you won’t be too hard on them.” He chuckled. Who knew the Steel Oath had a side inclined to humor? Even with his kitchen somewhat ransacked, he was taking it in stride, it seemed.
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A hungry Boy
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Ward angel butt.
Look, I adore Adel + angel aesthetic and Devilman Crybaby’s Ryo design has only further fueled me on that. Seriously, the first time I saw a picture of him it was like ‘is that Adelphel with a gun?’. Fortunately, Adelphel is much better behaved…
Almost makes me want to try Charibert but he’d just be a whirlwind of fire and wrath. Literally just fire.
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Well now. That was certainly unexpected… but not unwelcome, as it seemed to have stopped the birds from making a further mess. He continued to sweep, very gently shooing any nervous birds from his path. He wouldn’t actually touch them with the broom, only inch it closer until they moved, after all he didn’t want to hurt the things. They were probably just hungry.
“It’s no problem, I’ll track them down in due time and exact justice for my ransacked kitchen.” Ah, that sounded harsher than he intended. He put up a hand in a peaceable gesture.
“But don’t worry about your… er… little friends, I reckon they simply capitalized on my brothers’ hasty getaway. Though…” He paused and looked at her squarely, his mismatched eyes regarding her with careful scrutiny. “…I beg your pardon; I could swear I have seen you before, but for the life of me I cannot place when or where.”
Svan’s glowering signaled the crows to step away from the mess and gather around her. At a closer look some of them were avoiding her gaze, while others had their heads lowered in shame. Crows do take advantage of situations, but even so it was still very disrespectful that this many managed to fly inside of the Vault on her watch. Even if the mess wasn’t their fault a less understandable person could have done away with them. Her glare lessened into one of puzzlement upon hearing the man speak once more. When she looked up to see his face, she immediately flinched.
His focused, steel-like gaze caught her off guard, buthe didn’t seem like a man who would do harm to others. Still, the Vault was not a place that held ordinary men and by the looks of it, he was not your regular culinarian. As she inspected further she started recognizing his features and soon enough the pieces begun to fit together.
“Um…I believe this is the first time we’ve met. But I believe you are….. of The Steel Oath?“
Ah, that flinch. He’d done it again hadn’t he.
He’d been told by some that certain, focused faces he made were almost frighteningly stern to those not used to seeing him, despite it not being his intention to be. He smiled slightly in an attempt to soften his features a bit. The last thing he wanted to do was unsettle someone.
“Indeed I am.” He replied to her inquiry, lightly bowing his head. “Ser Janlenoux, at your service, Miss. Paladin of the Heavens’ Ward...”
He gestured to the kitchen around them with a slight sweep of his hand.
“...and sometime culinarian, at least when my brothers don’t see fit to upset my kitchen.” He jested lightly before cocking his head at her. “So then, who might you be?”
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“Couples that clean blood off of each other are couples that stay together”
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“…”
He’s honestly flabbergasted for a good moment. He was sure he’d catch at least one of the many culprits raiding his kitchen, but of all the thing he expected to see, it was not this. A strangely familiar young woman who appeared to be wrangling some–oddly– equally-familiar birds. Where had he seen her before? In any case, the initially terrifying glower swiftly left his expression, giving way to a sort of calm resignation.
Janlenoux let out a sigh, pushing his hair back from before his eyes. It also didn’t help that his brothers in arms had left quite a mess in their hurry to escape his wrath unnoticed. Spilled tea leaves, toppled spices, breadbox nearly broken… at all of which, several of the corvids were pecking. Striding over to the long cupboard, he tied up his hair and retrieved a broom. As he set about starting to sweep up the spills, he turned to the woman still quelling the struggling bird.
“Forgive my outburst, miss. You haven’t happened to see any of my brothers hereabouts, have you?”
Gods that was scary. She thought that Charibert and Grinnaux would be scarier…then again she knew first hand how frightening a master of the kitchen could be. Assuming so as Ser Janlenoux was rumored to excel in cooking which proved to be true considering how her free roaming crows were voraciously pecking at the bread. Honestly she wasn’t even sure if she saw anyone else aside from her crows, they were being very unruly.
“I apologize Ser, but I was too occupied with my–the birds–ah, just a second.”
She would turn to the scattered birds. “STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU LITTLE SHITES!”
And with that all of the crows immediately froze, even the one in her arms stopped.
Well now. That was certainly unexpected... but not unwelcome, as it seemed to have stopped the birds from making a further mess. He continued to sweep, very gently shooing any nervous birds from his path. He wouldn’t actually touch them with the broom, only inch it closer until they moved, after all he didn’t want to hurt the things. They were probably just hungry.
“It’s no problem, I’ll track them down in due time and exact justice for my ransacked kitchen.” Ah, that sounded harsher than he intended. He put up a hand in a peaceable gesture.
“But don’t worry about your... er... little friends, I reckon they simply capitalized on my brothers’ hasty getaway. Though...” He paused and looked at her squarely, his mismatched eyes regarding her with careful scrutiny. “...I beg your pardon; I could swear I have seen you before, but for the life of me I cannot place when or where.”