#FFXIV NPC Ask Prompts

[fjotla-vithir]

Nero! For the ask game.

OooohohohoHOOOOO I’ve been waiting for youuuuuuuuuu

This is some deep lore that I’ve never actually touched base on so I’m gonna put it under a lil read more banner.

Fjölla started off thinking mostly what everyone else thought of Nero in ARR: selfish, thinks WAY too highly of himself, big baby, and just overall a narcissist boob. He was very happy to whoop on Nero’s ass on CID’s behalf.

And then Nero got involved with the Crystal Tower. Fjölla’s opinion didn’t change much at first, but the more he hung around the taller, blonder Garlean, the more he grew on our Vieran friend.

It wasn’t until well into the Omega problem that things started to get physical. Over time, Fjölla became drawn to that self-centered personality, wanting to know just how fucked up the man could really get. And Nero wasn’t an idiot; he saw right through Fjölla. And their secret relationship began. First it was stealing away in the dead of night, but then the visits became more frequent when the duo realized that Fjölla liked pain. Fjölla is very much a top and likes being in control, but when it came to Nero, he wanted to be abused. Fjölla isn’t sure where or when that desire started, but once Nero caught on, everything escalated from there. And fast. Soon after, Cid and the Scions figured out what was going on and implored Fjölla to break things off. They’re efforts increased significantly once visible signs of the abuse started to show up, and there was once even a time when Cid had to get involved when Fjölla almost lost his life trying to test the limits of his tolerance.

Needless to say, Fjölla’s thoughts on Nero are currently very … conflicted. The past they share is one he wanted, but was very much not accepted by those who cared about him. After meeting his bonded, Försjaár and solidifying their feelings for each other in a Ceremony, Fjölla cut off all contact with Nero.

But you know what they say. Old habits die hard …

[gatheredfates]

WELCOME TO SEAFLOOR'S FFXIV ALL SAINTS WAKE GPOSE CHALLENGE!

The purpose of this challenge is simple: it's a fun excuse to do some Halloween-inspired GPOSES that will hopefully expand peoples' creativity, confidence and connections in the community! Be frightful, be fun, be quirky and esoteric!

Please use the tag #seafloor saints wake if you participate and consider joining our community!

FAQ

Is it mandatory to complete every prompt? Not in the slightest! Do as many or as few as you like; double up on prompts or do sixteen MAGIC SPELLS for all I mind! This is about you guys having fun. The challenge exists for people who like that kind of thing, but the prompts are meant to be fun and accessible.

Is the use of mods/shades/tools okay? Yes, of course! Whilst there'll be bonus kudos points if you structure a costume or scene using in game items/means, there's no penalty for going beyond it.

What about NSFW (gore, sexual or otherwise)? Use common sense and appropriate tags as necessary, especially for common fears and phobias. I obviously cannot control what Tumblr sees as being too much, but the general rules for SEAFLOOR apply where possible. Additionally, the prompts don't have to be scary or sexual at all! If you want to pose your OC as a Disney Princess seven times in a row, you can absolutely do that.

Where do I post works? Hopefully your Tumblr blog, silly, but you can also reblog them to the SEAFLOOR Tumblr Community or join us on Discord! If someone posts their work in either of those spaces, consider reacting with a piece of candy! 🍬 It's a fun, easy affirmation if you're not to sure how to tell them you like their work otherwise.

I've got no one to pose with for the couple's cosplay! NPC's are fine, or you can reach out and ask if anyone else participating in the challenge is willing to lend their oc. Always consent check the content/pose first before posting it publicly, but you can use this as an excuse to pose with people you might not have before.

Is there a prize? SEAFLOOR Discord members get a fancy, cosmetic role! Otherwise, no. Maybe I'll make up some candy and distribute it around Halloween, or we can all dress up and get together closer to the date. I'll keep you posted!

Anything else? If I think of it, I'll post it here!

[wayward-travelers]

FFXIV Vanilla #3 — NPC

"You want me to... babysit researchers? - Guide and protect. E-Sumi-Yan has been asking for you specifically. He'll give you all the details you need for your mission. - Oh. Well, if E-Sumi-Yan himself has asked for me then, I suppose I should go pay him a visit... - That would be wise. - Right. Understood. Thank you, Mother Miounne. - You're most welcome!"

This happens about two years before the MSQ starts*, and the researchers aren't the Scions. They're characters of mine I've mentioned before tasked with exploring the West Shroud to know in which state it is exactly and if it's possible to heal it.

This is true in both her RP verse and my WoL verse, the main difference being that in the WoL verse, at least one of these researchers ends up being one of the steadfast adventurers that helps Aïcha and her in future fights.

*might change as I'm planning my fic and the timeline of the MSQ for my WoL verse, but it should be something around that time frame

[Vanilla GPOSE prompt list]

[autumnslance]

NPC ask: Vrtra!

OK so, remember: I wrote up Aeryn's surprise backstory thanks to FFXIV Write prompts, with a one off in one year, and then the next having the original version of the whole Avengret saga, like 2 months before Endwalker came out. Eventually it all came together in Bearing Sins of the Past, where I added the coda "with any luck, Aeryn wouldn’t have to think about dragons again for a while" because when EW DID hit and I got to Thavnair I helpless laughed, because this woman just cannot get away from dragons for anything.

My own fault for starting playing this game in HW, and then putting a bit of Coerthan in my WoL, I suppose.

Actual answer below cuz I rambled a bit on this one, and added in brief answers for the FC's FF16 AU and my other OCs.

To say Aeryn was shocked to learn of Vrtra and his role in her nation's history is mild; she spent a good few nights thinking back to her mother's stories and the teachings of Thavnair's history and how they see dragons, versus that of Coerthas and what she'd learned of and experienced in the Dragonsong War. It was a decent distraction for a while.

Bit of nervousness too, I mean, how do you look your secret ruler in the eye and say "yes, I'm the one who killed your brother"? Even if his dad and another brother helped. Awkward. Which is also true when around Tiamat and Azdaja, but hey.

But Vrtra is also so different from his siblings; he spends more time with mortals than with other dragons, and so understands them in ways his siblings do not. He has more in common, perhaps, with the late Ratatoskr than the others; Aeryn thinks she'd be pleased by and proud of what her youngest brother has accomplished with Thavnair.

And so Vrtra isn't just another Great Wyrm of the First Brood, and not only the Satrap of Radz-at-Han (publicly, finally), but also...a friend. He's warm, and personable, and understands and uses mortal humor. Not always perfectly; there's still an alienness to him that can seem reserved or even standoffish, and some things he still doesn't understand. But he takes it all in stride and with good intention, and assuming the same from others. He's kind, and caring, and she cannot think of a better defender and leader for her homeland.

And it certainly makes sense as to how such consistency and coordination exists in Thavnair's growth and policies, leading to a fairly happy and prosperous land and people.

Still, Aeryn mostly actually behaves when adventuring with Vrtra, in whatever form. A mostly proper young Thavnairian lady, that her grandmothers would find no fault with while in the presence of the Satrap. Vrtra thought the Scion stories of her being a reckless gremlin in combat were exaggerations...until the Isle of Haam and getting to the aetherfont with Thancred in the party. She really couldn't help herself, it's part of how their relationship works. But she did maybe pouty face puppy dog eye Varshahn to please not mention her behavior to her family at all ever. And again, given he understands mortals, well...even Vrtra doesn't dare cross a pair of Thavnairain grannies!

In the FF16-inspired AU, where Aeryn and Zaine are Dominants of Asura and Daivaidipa, Vrtra was the one who had to wrangle them when they first primed as children on returning to Thavnair. He took the little family in, the Striker siblings (and their mother) becoming wards of the Satrap. Vrtra used his child simulacrums, then adolescent, as they grew, acting as a brother as much as a mentor and guardian. In that AU the bond is much more familial, with the closeness of years and shared secrets and power between them.

Back on Main, Dark Autumn and C'oretta like Vrtra well enough, though Dark is far more comfortable with his Varshahn persona. C'oretta has pestered the alchemists about how the simulacra are made and work cuz it's fascinating. Iyna....just isn't sure at all how to handle actual dragons, especially First Brood, so remains quiet and aloof to cover her awkward, when she has to interact. She also much prefers interacting with Varshahn, but can't quite ever forget what he really is. Still, like the others, she remains polite and to the job, mostly for Aeryn's sake.

[missazurerose]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 12

Quarry

It was small but she wasn't expecting a mansion by any means. A bedroom, wash room and a kitchen with a small seating area.  The actual smithy was in another small building at the back of the property. Perfectly fine for one man. 

“I regret there is not much extra space but-”

She shook her head. “I have slept in a quarry to protect a claim with just Sabriel to lay my head on. I asked for a dry place to sleep and this fits the bill just fine.” 

Hey look, this prompt comes with a gpose. I've been kicking around the idea of an NPC AU for a hot minute and this was the perfect chance to get it out of my head. I actually did some other gposes for it a while back but when I went to find them for this, I realized I made them both blacksmiths and that's now how the story shook out. So this was done in a mad dash but here it is. Also I get over involved in my AUs. My fake marriage AU definitely got out of hand. This is another one that might get cleaned up an expanded into something that actually makes it to AO3. I could have easily kept going with this one. I really might. I love making AUs and trying to fit as much of Eorzea as I can into a slightly different world

[duskwightdancer]

FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt 18: Fish Out of Water

Switching it up and writing about some npcs! Artoirel learns how to shoot a gun.

Stephanivien/Artoirel. Rated: T. Minor EW spoilers.

Artoirel was a knight, he was familiar with combat. He'd fought dragons and Garleans and blasphemies alike. His sword was a familiar weight in his hand, practically an extension of himself.

But this wasn't a sword in his hand and he couldn't use it as if it were an extension of himself. 

"Relax your stance, you're not bracing for physical combat like you would as a paladin, this is a ranged weapon, dear. And you'll want to hold it like this," Stephanivien said, his calloused hands moving Artoirel's fingers along the base of the gun.

Artoirel just let out a deep breath and tried to relax while trying to still keep himself steady enough for the apparent recoil from the gun, whatever that meant. "What do I do with my other hand?" He asked, glancing up at Stephanivien and ignoring the butterflies in his stomach when he saw the man's wide grin.

"You can just keep it at your side. Relax,” he said again, right into Artoirel’s ear, making him shiver. 

“I can’t relax,” he said, closing his eyes. “I… I’m completely out of my element with this.” 

Stephanivien just chuckled, sending sparks down Artoirel’s spine. “Think of yourself less as a fish out of water and more as… a bird learning to fly,” he said, his breath warm against Artoirel’s ear. “Now, open your eyes, take a deep breath, and pull the trigger.”

Artoirel let out a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the target ahead of him. “Like this?” he asked, doing his best to relax. 

Stephanivien’s hand rested on his own, adjusting his aim. “There.”

Artoirel nodded once and took a deep breath, looking down the barrel of the gun at the target before him. “Alright,” he said softly, and didn’t hesitate a moment longer before he pulled the trigger. 

[endlesscrimson89]

FFXIV Write2023, Prompt 14: Clear.

[Companion piece to 10th entry, "Shock"]

Adam's goal became clear the moment he woke up in Senri’s body. Or - to be precise - the moment he realized that this whole isekai nonsense was apparently a thing that somehow happened to him. 

Not that he especially minded, though, as the last thing he remembered was getting hit by a car - so as devoted atheist, waking up inside the game was definitely preferable to the non-existance. Or finding out that hell was also a thing. 

No, instead whatever gods were up there, had to be laughing their asses off at his stumbling when he spent a good few hours getting used to having a tail and swearing at the idea of making his avatar Miqo’te. 

Though, he quite quickly figured that his avatar - Senri - didn’t exactly looked like he did on his screen, mind you. Nope, gawking at his reflection in the shallow pond he found soon after waking up, he figured that whatever god shoved his soul into this body had to trying to make up for some sort of complex... or something. 

Only thing that agreed, was the colors - with the fucking switch somehow apparently accounting for the mods he used to make Senri’s hair ventablack and his eyes paler than the character creator's screen allowed... because why the fuck not, right? 

Only saving grace was the fact that now he was VERY happy that he didn’t think to make his avatar a chick... because if he got shoved into a girl's body instead? God, but that would be awkward!

So, yeah, Adam woke up in a middle of a fucking desert, his body covered in a VERY familiar looking starter gear and with no clue where to go or what to do. He stumbled for a while - obviously - and his first encounter with a monster ended badly. 

Fucking cactuars were no joke, enough said. 

But even getting stung to death had an upside, he figured when he opened his eyes again at the bottom of a massive, spinning crystal, because apparently the Respawn was also a thing and somehow his body was attuned in Ul’dah. Though it didn't take him long to figure that Ul’dah also didn't look anything like it did in game. 

...and NPC's weren't as nice, either. 

Whatever cosmic joker thought it was a good idea to make him look as he did, had to be rolling over in laughter with the amount of chicks that wanted a piece of him now. He figured that perhaps if he wasn’t gay, it would be fun but those bitches in Ul’dah...? Well, had a fucking issue taking no for an answer. 

Figures, right?

Dodging them while trying to get a hang of things was definitely a pain and when he finally understood that somehow he landed in FFXIV before the whole Dalamut crash... Yeah, his goal was fucking clear like crystal. 

Mainly: get the fuck out of Eorzea before Bahamut turns it into toast. 

Hey, he didn’t sign up for this and whatever happens with the WoLs in this battle he liked the cinematic trailer of... he figured he might preferably skip. 

So, he took a gig at Colliseum for a few months, picked up a Gladiator class and rolled with it - still dodging horny ladies - until he got enough Gil to get the fuck out of the dodge. 

When it came to picking a direction, it was also clear like a day. Adam figured that all things considered, and if was counting right - if the sense of time was existing in this screwed up universe - the dude he had the biggest crush on for years now should be like... available right now. He had no clue how old was his own body, especially having no real idea how the aging of Miqo’te worked - but looking in the mirror his reflection looked rather on the young side. Too fucking pretty for his liking, but yeah... young. Twenty, perhaps? Well, as far as he could say - without making himself look suspicious by asking others - he looked like a young adult... with cat-like additions. 

The day he parked his ass on the ship heading to Old Sharlayan he breathed with relief, gleefully waving a 'bye-bye' toward the harbor of Limsa Lominsa until it became a tiny dot on the horizon. Have fun burning, for all he cared - not very much appreciating the experience so far. Bless Yoshi.P for sending those horny bitches into oblivion! Maybe after revamp it's going to become a more LGBT+ friendly space... or however the fuck this whole thing worked, because Adam still had no real idea. 

Hey, using magic was pretty cool, and all - even if it didn't take him long to figure he quite sucked at it. Briefly taking a gander at Taumaturgy taught him quickly that he was better off as Gladiator... well, Paladin now. 

And, fuck, at least he could heal himself with it, because dying...? Still hurt like a bitch!

Not to mention this whole respawning thing boggled his mortal mind. He tried not to think about that too deeply... again busy dodging the horniness of Eorzean 'ladies' on a fucking uncomfortable sea voyage across the sea. What in game looked uncomfortable - that idea of the fucking big 'below deck' shared by all passengers in the opening of Endwalker, proved to be a blessing in disguise. With someone always being up and about, those bitches couldn't do more than leer... and fuck, but they did - constantly. 

Three weeks later, he nearly jumped off the ramp as soon as it hit the murmur of the harbor and downright sprinted toward the registration before any other goddamn 'lady' could 'offer' her company during his stay in city of scholars. 

Thankfully his faked papers held the scrutiny of the officials (making him sent a silent thanks toward the guild of rogues in Limsa, no matter how fucking expensive those were). Another thanks he sent for Gulaf Baldesion, who apparently had a good idea (for Adam, that is) to sit his ass in Isle of Val and stay put. He figured as much from the game, and the rogues were pretty damn surprised why he needed a fake letter from the guy, but with enough Gil apparently there were no things quite impossible... So, hey, it almost made him nostalgic with similarity to Earth. 

...not quite, but almost. 

Registration done, all his measly belongings thrown over his shoulder, Adam headed toward the higher level of the city and the crystal of the Aetheryte. For obvious reasons, attuning was kind of a necessity, least he got unlucky and landed right back in Eorzea. 

That done and armed into a fake latter from Baldesion naming him a 'bodyguard' for the man's young protégé, he headed to Baldesion Annex, quite hoping that the counter letter going out of Limsa to the man reached him by now. Just in case, he preffered to have all his bases covered. 

For the guy, Senri Tia, the Warrior of Light, offered his protection to the last known descendant of royal family of Allagan Empire. He had no clue if Baldesion knew what was the Eye of the Allag or why G'raha was dumped on him - if he suspected that he probably didn't know, if he left the guy to rot in Sharlayan. Maybe him knowing it would change the dude's attitude... but he hardly gave a fuck as long as he was allowed his goal. 

Frankly, he was a fucking simp for G'raha and he wasn't ashamed of that. And if the universe chose to dump his miserable soul into this particular world, there was no way he would miss the opportunity to meet his idol. 

...even if G'raha, when he finally saw him, looked pretty young. Well... far younger than Adam calculated or was comfortable with, to be frank.

Still fucking cute, though! 

Learning that his intended target just a few weeks ago passed sixteen namesday, however, put a damp on his plans of getting in the redhead’s pants... so to say. All stares and blushing on his part aside... Adam figured that considering how his body looked like, wasn't that surprising - or fair - to boggle the cutie's mind. 

Decided to stay at his side as his friend, he settled into the quiet life among the Students of Baldesion seamlessly... mostly. Well, once most of Old Sharlayan's citizens figured that from now picking on his mismatched-eyed charge was a big fucking no-no, they didn't have that many issues. Here at least the idea of homosexuality wasn't that alien, so after the news spread that he wasn’t interested in girls, he was down to only dodging horny guys... still a bummer, but hey, he would take a win over nothing! 

A few broken jaws later, at least they got the clue and left him alone, so other than newcomers to the city Adam - or Senri, as he was increasingly used to - was downright toasty by the time news hit of... well, Eorzea taking one for the team. Not that he was surprised, every night going out to look at the ever-closer Dalamut... but he still made sure to pretend a proper shock. 

By that day, he and Raha were more than friends for over a year, but the news had him sitting down and doing some serious soul-searching and calculations. 

From his by then foggy memory of the game, he knew that in five years someone here would get a bright idea of investigating the Crystal Tower and drag his lover’s sexy behind into this whole... thing. 

And he had no clue if there would be another WoL for Scions to recruit. One to face van Belsar and all that mess beforehand. 

Admittedly, Adam didn't consider himself to be super smart person. He had no clue why did he end up in this world, no god spoken to him to make things clear or whatever, so he was simply getting by best he could. He kept his head low, took care of Raha and would be happy to continue to do so... but his conscience was eating on him, to be honest. 

And Raha, being the observant little shit, finally demanded answers as to why 'Senri' was so bummed out all of the sudden. Spending over three years constantly together, including a year as lovers, made the little tease know just all the right ways to finally make him confess... and as much as Adam enjoyed the process, he was pretty relived to come clean. 

Stumped, too, because Raha wasn’t as surprised as he should be. Well, until...

"You talk in your sleep, babe," the redhead announced with a potent roll of his mismatched eyes and he, honestly, never loved him more than in that moment. "So... when do we go?"

And so it was settled that they're going back to Eorzea... together. Meaning, he was going back because for Raha it would be a first, obviously. 

Not having a clear idea of the timeline, they picked a year after the news of Minifilia Warde establishing the Scions of the Seventh Dawn reached the Old Sharlayan. 

Raha was twenty-one and Senri still had no clue how old he was, exactly. He still looked young, so they figured that he - his body - wasn't that much older than his redhead... They both pointedly ignored the fact that he didn’t seem to age a day - physically - since reaching the city of scholars. He also didn't happen to die in the meantime, so Adam knew that his lover was taking his story about 'respawning' with grain of salt. He VERY vehemently refused when Adam proposed to prove it to him, so...yeah. 

Figuring that by taking Raha along he was already messing up the story, they settled into the idea of improving what Senri still remembered of how it was supposed to play out. 

Another miserable, three-weeks-long sea voyage later, they landed on Eorzean soil... and, actually, they found that they didn’t need to bother in the first place. 

Staking out Thancred - alone, after accidentally spotting the tall Scion in Ul’dah, where they decided to take residence for time being - while hidden from sight via stealth, Senri witnessed the moment a young, fresh-faced adventurer came to 'Lilira's' rescue near the Sultanatree. Swiftly joined by Thancred he was tailing, he decided against stepping in, instead watching and considering the development. Then listened in on ensuing conversation. 

The adventurer, cute and enthusiastic Keeper named Nell, an arcanist as much as he could tell by watching her fight, seemed like an ill pick for the WoL, being a tiny, whiff of a girl with long, silver hair. But watching her and her mannerisms from his peculiar perspective, something else became clear in Adam's mind. 

She was a player, like him. No, not exactly like him, but the way she moved, gestured and didn't say a damn thing while the others appeared to hear something... He figured that she was an avatar, with some noob behind the steer in the real world. Or the other world. 

His world. 

And another clear thing: by the joke of the universe or something, Adam had become a NPC - who already messed up someone's playthrough. Self-aware NPC who wasn't complaint to the rules of the universe he was shoved in, apparently. Or, perhaps he was really dead and all of this was some sort of complex afterlife... 

Well, he didn’t really care either way, leaving them to head back to Ul’dah and to share the development with his lover. Figuring that Raha would have a better idea how to proceed, he however couldn't resist the thought toward this 'player' behind the veil. 

Hope you enjoy the ride, pal... Because he wasn’t nearly close to being done with making a mess of things. 

[thefreelanceangel]

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

Meli used to hate traveling. Every time she received that call to return to the Waking Sands, she wanted to know why she couldn't just get the damn information via linkpearl.

Now, years later, she's so accustomed to traveling that having her special "down time" location be over a world away doesn't give her a moment's pause.

For Meli, her room in the Pendants, located in the Crystarium on the First, is the best possible place to think.

No one really bothers her there. She's been able to add a few bits of furnishings particular to her own tastes. The view from the window soothes her when she's upset. And... there are a couple of very particular, very precious memories located in that room.

Whenever Meli needs time to herself--and she can spare a few days, rather than just a couple of hours--she returns to the First and (after checking in with her "lovely branch") heads to the Pendants to lock the door on the world.

[bard-of-light]

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

Nanamo still felt ill at ease being so close to the Monaterists after all they have wrought upon the city and herself. Beside her stood Akoko Ako, a close friend of the Warrior of Light, Mehna. While Akoko was usually a mischievous troubkemaker, she seemed to calm down around the Sultana. The Black Mage had her arms crossed as she stared down Lord Lolorito who seemed to not acknowledge her presence.

"Is there aught you require of us, Your Grace," he asked with a calm voice.

She slowly shook her head. "Nay, I do believe we have finished our business for the day. You are all dismissed."

The Monaterists stood and bowed to the Sultana before exiting. Nanamo felt herself finally relax before she stood up from her chair.

"If you are retiring for the night, I will take my leave, Your Grace," Akoko said with a bow before turning to leave. To her surprise, a hand in hers stopped her in her tracks.

"Forgive my boldness but I do not wish to be alone. Stay?"

Akoko's violet eyes widened before she nodded. "Of course, Your Grace."

The Sultana smiled before leading her bodyguard to her private chambers, much to the surprise of Akoko.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she offered before crawling onto her bed.

Akoko gulped softly before sitting in the chair beside the bed. It was clear that something troubled the Sultana.

"Pray forgive me. I did not feel safe being alone," Nanamo said softly.

The Black Mage let a small smile grace her features before placing a hand upon Nanamo's. "You'll always be safe with me, Your Grace," she promised.

Hearing that vow made Nanamo's heart swell as her own smile matched Akoko's. She knew she was truly safe once more.

[stardancereivor]

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

“I am not normally a woman of words, usually actions. And aside from that I am perhaps more.. poetic in my native tongue than in Common, as there are certain things about having to translate where things get lost in translation, yes? My love language is in interactions less than it is in language, but I must do something right or I would get no success at all. I try to speak truthfully, though an embellishment here and there to amplify that which is already true is acceptable, I think. It is hard for me to judge where I have a way with words, but I have been told that things I have said have been good to hear.”

[fjotla-vithir]

for the NPC ask game how about Fjölla's thoughts on Ysayle?

OooooohohoHOOOO he did NOT like her at all.

Long story short:

Fjölla: there’s nothing heroic or romantic about impersonating someone’s murdered one true love, draconic or otherwise.

[starrysnowdrop]

Oh no Sea, you have asked for me to gush about my favorite topic in the world… I warn you and everyone seeing this, I can be long winded, but I’ll try to be brief so bear with me for a bit. First, here’s some gposes to satisfy the eyes:

Next, I’ll put the rest of my answer under a cut. You’re welcome to all who hate scrolling. 😉

Alright, onto actually answering your question. Ahem…

Hali is actually not my first WoL OC, even though she is my main and pretty much my only WoL OC right now. Before Hali was created, I had an Auri Hingan Samurai woman named Yume, and because of how I had written her, as a very stoic, no nonsense warrior through and through, I had a hard time shipping her with anyone. Over the years I tried shipping her with Cid, G’raha, and I briefly thought of Artoirel, but before any of them, my first choice of an NPC ship was Aymeric.

It took me quite a while to realize that a huge part of me wanting to ship Yume with Aymeric as a first choice was a very personal one. Aymeric was the first character in FFXIV that I completely fell for. He is so special to me, and that made me try to ship my only WoL at the time with him. But as you can see, that ultimately didn’t work out.

It didn’t work out because Yume and Aymeric didn’t vibe well with each other. I had realized that Aymeric is much too polite and respectful of decorum to break Yume out of her shell to make a deeper connection than just comrades that respect one another, and I didn’t think Yume was the kind of person that Aymeric would come to love either, as she would likely remind him of the many Ishgardian nobles that he was around all the time. So an NPC ship with Aymeric was discarded, and though I personally was very saddened by that, I thought it was the right decision for both characters.

After a few years, as I kept getting frustrated with the ships I was trying to write for Yume, I decided to make another WoL OC that would be different from Yume in every way. She would end up being much more of a self insert than I expected, but nonetheless I fell in love with the pink haired, happy go lucky Lalafellin woman who would become Hali.

As I got Hali through the base ARR and into the ARR patches, I didn’t have any intention on trying to ship her Aymeric and to try a WoL x NPC ship with him a second time, as I even had a brief idea to ship her with Krile later on.

But everything changed once Hali met Aymeric in 2.4, the lead up to Heavensward. I saw them in the cutscenes together, and as ridiculous of a height difference they had, I still couldn’t help but giggle squeal whenever they were together. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to try to ship Hali with Aymeric.

So I decided to try to write a few prompts with them together and see how their dynamic was. And it was even better than I had expected. Not only was I highly impressed and kept getting inspired to write more, but I got a ton of positive feedback from so many people telling me that they loved Hali and Aymeric together.

And I guess that was that. I never looked back since. They are my everything (well fandom wise of course); they make me so damn happy. Just looking at them makes me smile and wanting to write and gpose more. I can’t get enough of them. I don’t know if I could ever write a ship better than Hali x Aymeric. And I don’t even want to try either.

I still can’t fully comprehend how a pink haired, bubbly, sunshine of a lalafellin woman and a noble, brave, and charismatic Ishgardian knight could be such a beautiful and dynamic couple that would not only bring me endless joy but also keep inspiring me far more than anything else I’ve ever written. It is utterly beyond my comprehension, but somehow it works. And I am forever grateful that I just followed my heart and wrote what I wanted and not for anyone else’s approval but my own.

I somehow hope this inspired someone out there to not be afraid and just go for the ship they want to write for. Trust me, it’s worth it.

💖

Another random WoLQotD/OC question

I thought I'd ask this while I worked on my other questions. :)

If you're a WoL x NPC shipper, what drew you to that ship and why? What makes that ship the pinnacle for you and your oc? Is it that you love the canon character you write them with, you find their dynamic interesting or something in between?

If you're not a WoL x NPC shipper, but you have a ship with another person, how did that come about? What makes that ship fulfilling for you? Has the ship impacted your relationship with that other person? Feel free to gush, I wanna hear it!

Oh, and pictures are a must (if you have them).

[burningpaths-ffxiv]

FFXIV WRITE 2021 // Prompt #22 Fluster

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Trigger Warning - This prompt includes written depictions of very suggestive material & general sexual themes.

Read at your own discretion.

“Hoy, look at you, being so fucking godsdamned stupid.” Kolli’s dark form leaned over the edge of the sofa, white teeth grinning brightly down at the veena laid out casually on the cushions below him. One long leg was thrown over the other and he’d taken his coat off already, his shirt bunched around his torso, baring his belly button.

Mismatched, sunset eyes glared over the edge of the book open in front of him as Kolli stared plottingly at his belly button. A hand released one side of the book to tug his shirt down over the rava’s distraction. “I literally have literature in front of me and you want to call me stupid. Make that make sense.” Snorting, Shear’s eyes drifted back to the page in front of him as he reached to replace his hand on the other side of the book.

Yoink.

Kolli swiftly snatched the book, lifting his prize aloft and peering at it as he turned it over in his palms while Shear spluttered behind him. “You heard me, stupid nerd. What is this literature about anyroad?”

Flushing brightly, Shear rolled off the sofa and launched over the back of it, snatching for the rava’s hands who danced back out of his grasp. “K-kolli! Knock it off and give it back!”

“Weh weh, Kolli, give it back, weh weh weh! That’s what you sound like y’know?” Mocking Shear’s complaints with a higher-pitched whiny voice, Kolli scanned the page in front of him. His brows shot into his dark hairline. “Hoy now, wait a tic. There’s two books here. Oooh! Are you sneaking porn while you study? Perverted nerd alert!” Cackling as Shear growled and swiped again for the book, Kolli let him grab the one that had been shielding the inner book.

“Kolli, don’t you dare--!” Shear tossed the book he’d obtained back behind him onto the sofa as he watched Kolli holding the inner book close to read out loud.

“Oh oh, here we go. AND HE GROANED DEEP IN HIS THROAT AS THE ELEZEN BUCKED AGAINST HIM ROUGHLY, BENT OVER THE CHURCH’S PEW THAT CLATTERED ON THE STONE WITH THEIR HALLOWED COUPLING . ‘AAAH, LUNAULT’ CLEVOIX -- What kind of name is clee-voh? -- CLEVOIX CRIED LOUDLY TO THE CEILING OF THE ECHOING CHURCH. ‘PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME WITH UTMOST HASTE… AND A BIT HARDER, I BESEECH THEE. RAM YOUR HOLIEST OF RODS DEEP INSIDE MY TIGHT LITTLE SIN HOLE, FOR IT IS THE ONLY WAY TO CLEANSE THE VOIDKIN I FEEL STIRRING WITHIN ME. SMIGHT THE DEVIL INSIDE ME WITH YOUR EXPELLED DIVINE GRACE.’ What the shit is this!” Crowing with laughter as he ran from the fuming veena, Kolli ducked a hooked fist aimed for his face from his annoyed target.

“Fucking quit it, Kolli!” Shear huffed when he missed - again - his grab for the book.

“How can you read this shit and not laugh your ass off, or be totally hard?!” Flipping to a different, random part of the book further in, Kolli darted away down the hall and returned to reading out loud. “DEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ON THE EVE OF THE BANISHING CEREMONY, WHEN CLEVOIX WAS CERTAIN NO ONE WAS AROUND, HIS HOLY WATER COVERED HANDS MOVED ON HIS COCK - ooo, this is dirty - IN A STROKING MOTION. TUCKED IN HIS FAVORITE PLACE WHERE NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY FIND HIM - A CONFESSIONAL. HE MURMURED HIS TRUE LOVE'S NAME, ‘OHHH LUNAULT’ AS HE FELT THE VOIDKIN WITHIN HIM SWELL. SURELY ONLY SOME DEMON FROM BEYOND THE VEIL OF NIGHT WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL THIS WAY. STIR HIM TO A FRENZY AT SIMPLY A GLANCE.”

Shear gave a panicked noise as someone - Iji, of course - peered out of his room as Kolli went trotting past. The Hingan man’s brows furrowed. “Is that boy reading po--”

“NOPE. Definitely not! Nothing to see here!” Huffing, Shear sprinted past Iji after the chortling rava in a pink and blonde flurry of nerves. The man watched the two race down the hall, rubbed his temples and shook his head.

Iji stepped back into his room and shut the door to the noise. “You know what? He’s absolutely right. It’s absolutely none of my damn business.”

Further along, Kolli had already exited the long hall and climbed the spiral staircase to its right, hanging from the upper balcony with one hand as he swung and yelled more of the passage into the foyer of the house.

Shear slid to a halt on the tile underneath him, turning his paled face up and hissing at the rava. “Knock it off!”

Alas, the shouting was hard to hear the hiss over. “BUT THEN, AS THE DOOR TO HIS PRIVATE BOX SLID OPEN WITH A CLATTER OF WOOD ON WOOD, HIS SPREAD WIDE LEGS AND BARED CRIME STICK GRASPED IN HIS PAWS OF REVELATION WERE WITNESSED IN THEIR LUSTY GLORY BY THE FIGURE STANDING THERE. THE GRAVELLY VOICE THAT ANSWERED HIS UNSPOKEN PRAYERS STEPPED IN SEDUCTIVELY WITHOUT INTENDING TO BE AND SHUT THE DOOR BEHIND HIM. ‘YOU CALLED?’ LUNAULT, STANDING THERE SHIRTLESS WITH HIS TROUSERS ALREADY UNDONE AND RAVEN LOCKS TANGLED AROUND HIS HEAD AS IF HE’D RACED THERE ON THE SLIP OF MOONLIGHT OUTSIDE, RAVISHED CLEVOIX WITH A SINGLE HUNGRY LOOK THAT LEFT THE PRIEST BREATHLESS UNDER HIS WIMPLE.”

“Kolli I swear to the stars and fates and whatever else, shut the fuck up!” The veena took the stairs two at a time, scrambling at the landing and lurching for the railing. The rava let go with a smug look up at the tomatoing veena above him, booking it down a different hallway as the blonde viera screamed his frustration behind his fleeing form.

“Hoy there’s so much more! ‘HELP ME, THE VOIDKIN IS TRYING TO ESCAPE ME,’ CLEVOIX’S GRIP ON HIS SHAFT TIGHTENED. ‘I’M TRYING TO KEEP IT FROM ESCAPING INTO THE CHURCH BUT IT’S URGING TO ESCAPE.’ LUNAULT, LOOKING MAJESTIC AND CELESTIAL IN HIS GOLDEN ROBES, NODDED AS HE KNELT BEFORE THE WHIMPERING PRIEST IN WHITE. ‘OF COURSE FATHER. WE CANNOT LET THAT HAPPEN CAN WE?’ HE FELL UPON THE THROBBING - what even is this euphemism? - CANE OF FIENDISH DELIGHT MOUTH FIRST. ‘OH, THIS IS A MUCH SAFER ALTERNATIVE.’ CRIED CLEVOIX. ‘THE VOIDKIN HAS NO CHANCE OF ESCAPING YOUR HEAVENLY MOUTH. LET ME RELEASE MY BURDEN WITHIN THE CONFINES OF YOUR SACRED VERBAL ENTRANCE TO DEFEAT THIS WICKED EVIL.’ THE PRIEST COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THE OTHER PRIEST AS HE SPOKE AROUND THE PULSATING MUSCLE BETWEEN HIS HOLY, PILLOWY LIPS BUT HE TELEPATHICALLY KNEW LUNAULT HAD SAID ‘IT WOULD BE MY GREATEST HONOR AND MY UNFETTERED DREAM TO EASE YOU FROM THE BEAST OF BURDEN YOU CARRY. SPARE ME NOT ONE DROP-’ He’s getting all that from a fucking wordless dick mumble? Shit, man that’s impressive.” Kolli’s head turned to shout at the rapidly approaching, panicked veena with another loud taunt. “Hoy Shear, I don’t understand none of this kinda shit when you’re blow--”

Kolli, abruptly cut off from his reading and his taunting after slamming face-first into someone, stumbled. The veena close on his heels skittered right up and snatched the book out of his hand from behind him, slamming it closed with a victorious hoot.

That is, before he realized just who Kolli had run into and his red edges only deepened in color.

“Err-- Sup Kalona. Where you going?” The rava pawed blindly behind him for the veena who dodged from his grasp as the taller, darker rava glanced between them with an uncertain, albeit amused, curiosity.

“Tymbask and I were just discussing the state of the armory and I was on the way to head down into the markets for a bit of supplies. What were you shouting, exactly?” Kalona’s deep voice echoed in the tiled hallways, arms crossing over his chest with a slow tilt of his head.

“You know Kolli,” Shear piped up as Kolli opened his mouth with a ludicrously wide grin. “Just… Being an idiot per his usual.”

Kolli, at the same time, started saying “I was reading his book,” until the veena finished his explanation. “You got some balls calling me stupid you little--!” The rava turned, curled hands raising as the man took a threatening step towards the other, smaller, viera.

“Kolli,” Kalona rumbled and motioned with his chin. “I need some assistance carrying the crates from outside to the armoury and Tymbask is occupied. Spare your old mentor a moment of your time?”

As Kolli turned a disgruntled expression at Kalona, Shear mouthed a ‘thank you’ from behind him. “Hoy, get Iji or Payeel to help you then.”

“Alas, Iji nor Payeel are nowhere to be found. Guess you will do in a pinch, hm~?” Giving a wink, Kalona unfolded his arms and beckoned the other rava with a hand. “Come on.”

Kolli hissed under his breath towards the veena’s gloating smile as Kalona moved away. “Tch. I’ll fucking get you later, pervert ass nerd, just you fucking wait.” Stomping after their mentor with a grumble, the younger rava stuffed his hands into his pockets as the elder of them struck up small talk about how well Kolli’s footwork practice with his new sword was going.

Relieved of Kolli’s jeering and hollering passages from the book clutched against his chest, Shear traced their path quickly back to the sofa. Plucking up the oversized book he’d been shielding his actual reading material off the cushion where he’d tossed it, he retreated towards the stairs. Down a veering hall on the upper floor of the house where his room was tucked, Shear bolted for it.

Shutting the door quickly and throwing the bolt lock once inside, Shear pressed his back against it with a wheezing breath. Still flushed along his cheeks and staring down at the front of his pants in abject horror.

“Well I hadn’t been that horny before he’d started fucking reading it out loud…” The collected books were pressed against his warm, reddened face and the veena mumbled into the top book’s cover with a groan. “What a bastard!”

[autumnslance]

LynMars’s FFXIV Write 2022 Master Post

Writings completed for this year’s daily challenge. As usual any of my ship-related content is marked with an asterisk (*) to seek or avoid as needed.

The goal this year was to write less than I have in previous years; to allow myself shorter scenes and not push myself on free days. To actually relax, have fun, and not stress about writing “enough”. To make my prose just as long as it needed to be.

Overall, I succeeded in said goals.

Breakdowns and commentary under the cut for those interested!

1. Cross - Two travelers’ journey over time & adventuring together. 2. Bolt - Iyna doing her duty as a rebel versus the Empire. 3. Temper - Midgardsormr keeps a promise to forge a hero. 4. Free Day! 5. Cutting Corners - Dark Autumn after a company officer meeting. 6. Onerous - Thancred & the Immortal Flames, post-Ifrit. 7. Pawn - Emelia obtains passage for her family to Thavnair. 8. Tepid - Zaine realizing he doesn’t belong with the Radiant Host. 9. Yawn - Aeryn escaping the Bloody Banquet through the tunnel. 10. Channel - C’oretta’s thought processes. 11. Free Day! 12. Miss the Boat - Urianger, Moenbryda, and regrets. 13. Confluence - Venat tracing the flow of fate. 14. Attrition - Ser Ompagne has a brief theological discussion. 15. Row - Dark versus a certain baby behemoth. 16. Deiform - Dark, Aeryn, Iyna, & C’oretta in Delubrum Reginae. 17. Novel* - Aeryn, Thancred, & a borrowed book over time. 18. Free Day - Memory* - Aeryn & Thancred discuss his possession. 19. Turn a Blind Eye - Lahabrea contemplates his mistakes. 20. Anon - Ryne learning two opposing definitions of the word. 21. Solution - 2 Azems discuss the plans for the Final Days. 22. Veracity - In a possible future, Iyna ensures history’s truth. 23. Pitch* - Thancred knows how to distract Aeryn when necessary. 24. Vicissitudes - Ascian viewpoints on their stolen mortal bodies. 25. Free Day! 26. Break a Leg - Iyna & C’oretta help the dancers at a recital. 27. Hail - An Estinien PoV of the final fight in the Aitiascope. 28. Vainglory - The Warrior of Light isn’t what Jullus expected. 29. Fuse - Tanzel thinks of ways to handle his stepchild’s temper. 30. Sojourn - A family of travelers, in 1 lifetime & perspective.

Totals: 18,813 words.

A bit more than my 2018 (around 16k), less than my 2019 (21.4K), and way less than 2020 and 2021. I was realistic about my time and energy, asked myself what is the core idea or scene I really want to get across, and any spot-editing was for tightening wording and phrases. I feel like it got harder to keep writing shorter as the month went on and my focus slipped--and I really got into a writing groove!

I could have definitely gone on longer for some of these, and do have other scene ideas and notes in the drafts. But for the 24 hour challenge I tried to keep them short, though they’re each as long as they need to be.

I did mean to put out old WIPs again on free days, but that time/energy factor combined with busy weekends, so I took them off. "Memory" actually came out of "Yawn" and was plinked at over the week before it went up for the 18th.

Only a couple wolcred fics this year; got in a good mix of NPCs and OCs, with Iyna taking a bit more of a POV spotlight in the non-Aeryn-focused stories, though all the girls got at least one. More Ancients and Ascians than I generally go with, though still made sure some favorite Scions got in there. And a bit more of Aeryn's family and backstory, as getting Thavnair finally has put that forefront in my brain.

I was hoping something would spark an idea for an Avengret chapter I feel is "missing" but I may have to resign myself to the fact that chapter doesn't want to be written as I continue revising last year's unexpected longfic. Thankfully this year's prompts were all standalones.

More Breakdowns:

Longest: 17 Novel, 2073. Shortest: 15 Row, 220.

Between 1500 - 2000: 24 Vicissitudes (1522), 29 Fuse (1678) Between 1000 - 1499: 18 Memory (1034) Between 500 - 999: 3 Temper (537), 8 Tepid (500), 10 Channel (586), 12 Miss the Boat (824), 13 Confluence (702), 14 Attrition (683), 20 Anon (839), 21 Solution (532), 22 Veracity (857), 28 Vainglory (864), 30 Sojourn (989) Between 200 - 499: 1 Cross (386), 2 Bolt (299), 5 Cutting Corners (445), 6 Onerous (488), 7 Pawn (300), 9 Yawn (375), 15 Row (220), 16 Deiform (375), 19 Turn a Blind Eye (277), 23 Pitch (481), 26 Break a Leg (462), 27 Hail (485)

General WoL: 1 Cross, 3 Temper, 13 Confluence, 22 Veracity I tend to default to feminine pronouns when writing Generic Default WoL.

WoL Aeryn (as an adult): 6 Onerous, 9 Yawn, 16 Deiform, 17 Novel, 18 Memory, 23 Pitch, 27 Hail, 28 Vainglory, 30 Sojourn

Wolcred: 17 Novel, 18 Memory, 23 Pitch.

Child Aeryn: 7 Pawn, 29 Fuse

Aeryn’s Family: 7 Pawn, 8 Tepid, 29 Fuse, 30 Sojourn

Other OCs: 2 Bolt (Iyna), 5 Cutting Corners (Dark), 10 Channel (C'oretta), 15 Row (Dark & Violet), 16 Deiform (Iyna, Dark, C'oretta, Aeryn), 21 Solution (Pandora), 22 Veracity (Iyna), 26 Break a Leg (Iyna & C'oretta)

Ancients & Ascians: 13 Confluence (Venat), 19 Turn a Blind Eye (Lahabrea), 21 Solution (Venat), 24 Vicissitudes (Lahabrea & Emet-Selch)

Other NPCs: 3 Temper (Midgardsormr), 12 Miss the Boat (Urianger, Moenbryda, Louisoix), 14 Attrition (Ser Ompagne), 20 Anon (Ryne, Ran’jit, Thancred), 27 Hail (Estinien, other Scions)

[fxrtunas]

— — FORTUNE TELLER

An RP multimuse blog for Allan Kier, an original NPC based on the FFXIV world!

current draft count: 50+ current inbox count: 80+

owed starters: 0 owed asks: 8

Guidelines (UPDATED 9TH NOV):

hewwo!! call me termi (25+, any pronouns)

Allan is a non-wol oc btw in case the following information is confusing!

am a filthy multishipper hehehe

hey look at allan’s sausage fingers in the pic above

this is p much a multimuse blog but all the other muses basically revolve around allan so expect to see 80% of allan content kljalksjf

allan is likely to gravitate to extremes for what he wants, so torture/manipulation/etc. may be present on this blog!

i am v bad at rmbering all ffxiv lore but i will do my best ljaflksjf

i tag 'trigger tw' for any sensitive content!

i have a busy irl and other commitments! bc of this is i am naturally very slow and will take random hiatus’!

pls don’t rush me into replying to things or remind me in any way ;w ; this is a hobby for me and i tend to withdraw and get slower if i feel stressed fjlkdjsg

i do drop threads quite a lot; this is just to keep drafts from getting bloated. the reasons range from not knowing how to repond, not having the muse for it, it was a casual thread, or feeling like our muses’ relationship has progressed past that in other threads! it’s nothing personal at all, and i’m always happy to initiate new stuff!!

^ that being said, i tend to keep drafts if its the only one we have between our muses and/or we have anything planned for it!

FYI:

my main rp partner is @echobled​ so replies to their muses tend to be prioritized!

feel free to turn any prompt u sent that i answered into a thread!

i have a very low social battery so if you see me around on the dash and not responding to dms, it’s nothing personal! i’m probably just mentally drained and its easier for me to do small stuff while i recover ;w ;

Permanent Interaction Call (like at ur leisure no matter how long its been :3c)

Gentle wishlist ;w ; (pls also feel free to send me ideas u wanna do for ur muse!!)

Replying to one of my open starters is the easiest way to interact with me! i love doing one-liners as much as multipara/novella stuff, and oneliners require much less brain so! its my fave way esp since it can Evolve into smth more so don’t be afraid to jump in on em!

i love angst, hurt/comfort, romance, smut, and dark themes the most, but am happy to rp everything else, those are just faves kljaklsjf

open to familial/platonic/antagonistc dynamics and pre-est stuff if we can plot chemistry ;w ;

allan is an original NPC! the easiest way to look at him is as a blue sidequest giver LKJASLKFj completely missable, u get like. idk a handshake or a kees on the cheek (or more) LKJASKLFj but he does have a backstory that helps lend darker elements to plotting. its v flexible too in how light or dark it can get to make sure i don’t go too heavy with my rp partner if that’s not what they prefer. that being said, i did mention i love dark themes, so hmu if that’s what ur interested in!!  also love to explore deeper plots connected to my rp partner’s muse too!!

Allan Kier (main muse)

Age: appears mid to late 20s Gender: cis male Orientation: gay Eye colour: purple Hair colour: purple Skin colour: light brown Height: 170cm | 5'7 Notable features: tattoo on his right cheek (further back, mostly hidden), several dotted scars on left side of waist, a long scar from his left shoulder blade to his lower right back Job: Astrologian (abilities similar up to lvl 40; grows or changes class depending on story) Alignment: chaotic neutral

Brief History:

Not much is known about his earlier life. However, he lived in Sharlayan for a significant amount of time as a low profile arcanist.

Was secretly banished from Sharlayan for [redacted].

Went to Ishgard since he had some contacts there, making it easier to hide from [redacted]. However, due to starting over completely and relying on those contacts, he owes a major amount of debt that he pays off with his special ability, [redacted].

At some point during this, he becomes an Astrologian.

After the Dragonsong War, he travelled around more often, figuring it's safe to do so after the time he spent in Ishgard. He still revisits Ishgard to deal with his remaining few debts every so often.

More on Allan!

ANCIENT + SHARDS —

Asclepius (the Ancient Allan is a shard of):

Gender: cis male Orientation: asexual demiromantic Eye colour: glowing pale purple Hair colour: orange/light brown Skin colour: light brown Notable features: scar down his right eye, tattoo on his right temple Job: DRK (more proficient as a WHM, but abandoned it) Special abilities: soul sight - able to see and interpret the essence and shape of souls at will. prophetical sight - receives uncontrollable visions when he rests; this ability only got more wild in his waking time the closer the sundering came. Brief history: 

was known to have talents in medicinal care and healing, and had prophetic visions that would lead him to isolate himself often. 

was even offered the Seat of Emmerololth which he turned down quite fast. 

after receiving visions of the Final Days and the Sundering, he disappeared from society for some odd years, then came back as a DRK and sought adventure in an effort to forget all that he had Seen. 

he was running around... somewhere... when the Sundering happened lkJKALSJF 

he is p much a v big hermit and had like one (1) friend that returned to the star (verse dependent, he could also have Azem as a friend but... that’s probably it....... wheeze)

more on asclepius!

Selene (shard of Allan in the First)

Age: appears in her late 20s Gender: cis female Orientation:lesbian Eye colour: red Hair colour: black Skin colour: light brown Height: 196cm (6′4) Notable features: jagged scar from her chest to her left hip, scar on the back of her left thigh, another three scars across her right shoulder blade Job: BLM main (abilities up to lvl 80)

Brief bio: 

born of Eulmore to high-ranking soldiers in the army, Selene served and protected her home for many years. 

she defects to the Crystarium after learning the dark truth behind Eulmore’s inner machinations and rejecting them.

more on Selene!

Naila (Voidsent shard of Allan)

Age: ??? (appears in her mid to late twenties) Gender: ??? (she/they mostly) Orientation: aethersexual (she will lay with anyone to have aether basically LKJAFK) Eye colour: gold Hair colour: purple Skin colour: light brown Height: 150cm (4′9) Notable features: the biggest floofiest tail. her voice will also become quite gutteral/demonic when indimidating someone or when she loses control (either from anger/pleasure/shock). Job: WAR

Brief bio: 

the person that summoned Naila into the Source swiftly met an end when they prepared horrendously poorly for her arrival. Now Naila runs around in their body. 

she doesn’t necessarily need aether considering she’s in the Source, but she still has a craving for it. 

she only wants to have fun; she found the Thirteenth boring and dull but the Source? The Source is full of people she can play with to her heart’s content. 

recently, she’s caught a whiff of aether so enticing, so delicious that she’s can’t quite bring herself to think about anything else. 

she otw to eat Allan

more on naila!

Asclepius 2.0 (yet another shard of Allan)

Age: early 30s Gender: cis male Orientation: pansexual Eye colour: purple Hair colour: black Skin colour: brown Height: 209cm (6′10) Notable features: long scar across right cheek to right eye Job: ??? FSH

Brief bio:

bascially a reincarnated shard of asclepius that has fragmented memories of ancient times 

what shard who knows

he is vibing and just wants to fish 

was p much mistaken as one of the Fourteen upon recruitment but then they found out he’s just a normal dude back in ancient times so they just kept him subservient LKJASKLFj

more on asclepius 2.0!

OTHER:

Mahalina (Allan’s sister)

Age: appears late 20s/early 30s Gender: cis female Orientation: asexual panromantic Eye colour: emerald green Hair colour: magenta Skin colour: brown Height: 192cm (6′3) Notable features: very scarred up body, indicative of heavy torture. she wears heavy-duty make-up to hide burns on her face. Job: GNB

she’s a filthy pvper LKJAFSLKSJf

a big sister so she takes on responsibility a lot + has/had a lot of pressure from her mother when in sharlayan, so she can seem v snobbish and arrogant. she loosens up a bit during post-hw!

starts her search for allan during post-hw as well and finally finds him in post-sb T___T

then she suffers a near-fatal injury and disappears during ew... smadge...

more on mahalina!

OTHER BLOGS: @omnirush, @chacss

[wispofwillow]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 9: Yawn

FFXIV Day 9 Prompt: Yawn

Characters: Arc (one day perhaps he’ll have a last name); Selden random-NPC-name

Mentioned: Wisp Alsentia

Music: Take your pick:

Mansionair - Second Night: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdSfW2q0n8g

SAFIA - Resolution: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_clKRh-WOTI

SAFIA - Better off Alone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9sx5H1dj9lM

    “Here, for you. You look as though you could use it. It is not one of the brews Bethden insists on, I promise. ”

    The rim of a steaming mug whose immediate fragrance suggested it was some blend of strong, black tea appeared at the edge of his vision. Blinking, and then blinking again as the bleariness of his eyes refused to clear, Arc looked up from the close-written tome before him. And looked up even further, to meet the customary gentle gaze of the Au Ra (Drahn, more properly) who stood at the edge of his desk. The man stepped back a pace - a deliberate act, Arc was sure, to spare the crick in his neck, for he’d done it before - and automatically Arc smiled.

“Thank you.” He blinked again, straightening his bent posture with a significant, ominous, crack from his back, and glanced around the library - he’d never quite taken to calling it the Cabinet of Curiosity, which was now mostly empty of other scholars and curiosity-seekers. The silence, now he recognized it, was pressing, without the sigh and shuffle of book pages turning and the little scuffles of feet and voiced murmurs of patrons finding, or not finding, what they sought. “I’d not realized how late it was getting,” he added, sheepishly.

Selden chuckled, eyes narrowing with it, and Arc felt heat rise up through him from fingertips to ears. Oh gods please don’t be blushing. But the quick, fleeting, unnameable expression that crossed Selden’s expression before he looked away - up toward the tower of stacks in the center of the room, where likely as not Moren still worked - suggested that he was, in fact, blushing very visibly. Desperately he reached out to cup both of his hands around the mug of tea, the warmth seeping into his hands joining the heat that now flared all the way up through his scalp. 

After a few seconds of staring into the dark liquid - fragrant both with the smell of the tea itself and with the honey he himself had been known to add - and willing the color to fade from his face and the tips of his ears, Arc sighed, freed one hand from the mug handle, and ran it back through his short brown hair, disheveled now from bearing up under such treatment repeatedly across the evening. In front of him the words on the page seemed to swim again. Why did the writing have to be so small? And densely packed, both physically and in meaning. And why did it have to yield so little, after all of these hours? Nowhere was the information he truly sought. Well, he suspected it was somewhere - just, not where he could reach. 

A throat cleared. Startled, Arc looked up and, horribly, flushed again to find that Selden still stood nearby. 

“May I join you?” He asked, and only then did Arc manage to notice that he, too, cradled a mug of tea carefully in one fine-scaled hand, his tea the lighter color of his usual brew mixed with milk to sweeten, rather than honey. “Or, would that disturb your work?”

“No, please,” stumbling, Arc found his hands reaching for the words his throat had stoppered. “<Please be welcome.>” “Of course,” he managed aloud, at last, as well.

Selden smiled, his usual reserved, kind smile, and pulled out a chair across from Arc at the round table where he sat, placing his mug down before seating himself. All the while, he kept a curious eye fixed on Arc. “That, with your hands. It’s a language?” At Arc’s nod, he added, “I’ve seen you do it before. Where did you learn it?” 

Arc’s smile was a complex thing, of joy, of memory, of worry and loss. As it always was, now, to think of Wisp - of Ilsen. “A friend,” was all he could say for a moment, as his stomach tightened. Then, “They’d always known it, and I learned, a bit, over time.”

“Mmmm,” Selden made a thoughtful noise, watching Arc watch the page still open in front of him - the page he’d been staring at for the last half hour or so, by Selden’s calculation, without making any notes on the page of the journal beside him. He’d not yet learned the name of the friend - he suspected it was always the same one, from Arc’s words, in the past months - and he was beginning to suspect he never would. For someone so expressive, Arc’s reserve was immense. 

From the tomes Arc had picked, the rare questions he asked, over that time - always to do with sineaters, with how the process occurred, and how, now that there was any information on this at all, the transformation process had been stalled, in some - he thought he could guess what may have become of this friend. Except, there were also, sometimes, treatises on the Fae, and charts and calculations of stars. But, whenever Selden had asked, anything beyond questions like favorite tea, or type of quill to use, it was like the man went to another place, a far-away look dropping over his face like a veil. Perhaps such should be expected, from someone who lived so close to the realm of the Pixies - secrets, riddles: the other man who had lived in Il Mheg itself had been like that, he recalled. But, one could always hope. And, in the meantime, there was always tea and a good book. Selden settled back in his chair, taking a sip of his tea and humming into the warmth of it, glancing again at Arc, who was glancing away. “Well, I did not mean to interrupt: I’ve brought a bit more work as well.”

He sensed, rather than saw, Arc’s shoulders relax as he thunked his satchel on the table, carefully, and retrieved his latest foray into botanical research from it, and he fought a sigh from escaping him. The tip of his tail curled around his chair leg as he settled in. From the corner of his eye saw Arc pull his own tome forward again, propping both elbows on the table and leaning his head into his hands with terrible posture to peer more closely at the work. 

Neither made much more progress. 

It was another hour, perhaps, before Selden pressed a hand to Arc’s shoulder, and Arc realized, with the sort of hazy confused realization of first waking, that he’d been dozing. “Mm?” He looked up, and up again, to meet a weary smile. 

“I think we may both be past the point of our minds’ usefulness tonight, friend.”

Still blinking himself awake, Arc nodded, a sinking feeling of embarrassment stewed with shame grabbing at him as he noted the still-open tome before him (at least with no obvious puddles of drool dotting it, he thought to himself), the half-drunk mug of tea at his side, the quill beside that with its long-dried ink at the tip.

“Come. Time to call it a night, I think.”

Again, Arc simply nodded. Together, they tidied up the table: reshelved books, stoppered ink, cleared up mugs, straightened chairs, and walked out into the night. On the threshold of one of the Crystarium’s archways out into its central courtyard, Selden paused, and Arc, more awake now with the wind in his face, stirring his hair, stopped beside him, feeling again the difference in their heights, with Selden such a solid presence beside him.

“Have you far to go tonight?” Selden’s voice was its usual light self, but it carried an edge of concern to it.

“No, not tonight. I’ve taken a room at the Pendants.” 

 “Good. Good. Well, goodnight. I am sure we will cross paths again, soon.” Again, Selen’s hand was a brief weight on his shoulder. One that left a long-lingering warmth behind.

Arc watched him retreat across the courtyard, wide shoulders straight beneath the blue of the robe that had caught his eye in the first place. Realizing, too late, that Selden had come well past the turning he would have needed to take for his own route home, to reach this threshold.

He sighed, and the sigh became a yawn. Absently he peeled back his left sleeve and scratched at the pale, silver-scarred lines there. It itched, sometimes, where the faint pattern like bark that had reached up to cover silver met unmarked skin.

His heart soared, then sank, as he looked up to the velvet dark of the star-strewn sky, and wondered, and worried. Above him, a rift yawned beyond the sunless sea.