#FFXIV WRITE 2022

[winddragonart]

FFXIV Write 2022 #1: Cross

Title: Stepping onto the Steppe

The party stood outside Reunion’s gate, wide eyed, and mouths open.

“It’s…so…WIDE!” Rikichi explained.

“A sea of grass!” K’ome added.

“And we need to find one man…Like finding a needle in a haystack,” Ashe retorted, crossing her arms. She glanced over to Kade, “You ok? You look a bit worried.”

“Yeah…Well…I didn’t expect my homecoming to be like this…Much less how am I to explain…this…?” He motions to himself, the aspects of Diabolo’s corruption that glamor couldn’t hide.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Ashe said, taking his hand.

“Yeah, first we have to cross THIS!” K’ome said, waving out over the steppe.

“It’s a good thing we have our chocobos,” Rikichi said, patting his bird’s plumage.

“You really are a city Lalafell,” Rosa snorted. “We’ve wandered all over Eorzea, and you still balk at the concept of walking ‘corss anything bigger than the next stall over.”

“Maybe if I was in the company of Tataru or Papalimo…” Rikichi started to retort, though they all fell silent at the mention of their lost companion.

“Still, Rikichi is right. We have a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time. We need to move fast and our chocobos are faster than walking,” Ashe said, breaking the silence and mounting her own bird.

“It’ll be odd, crossing the steppe on birdback, but I’ll take the lead,” said Kaden. “I’ll keep out of some of the more aggressive tribe’s land…”

Once everyone was mounted, he lead the group into the sea of grass.

[dainty-baneberry]

26: Break A Leg

“Storm Captain Baneberry, retired. I’ve a reservation for a private dip.” The attendant at the Warmwine Sanitorium was busy with a spot of math at that particular moment and did not bother to look away from her abacus for this person who was checking in decidedly late. 

“Of course ma’am.” the attendant offered, going through the protocols distractedly. “How did you acquire the injuries you’ll be treating today?” “Oh, the usual. Doing battle with the manifestation of Hopelessness and the End of Days at the edge of the Universe…” The attendant gasped, head shooting up to regard the bikini clad Au Ra woman who continued on blithely; “.... followed shortly thereafter with a fist fight to the death with a primal and voidsent empowered Imperial Prince whom had gorged himself on the remains of the Mother Crystal.” The woman stared at the Warrior of Light. Who stared straight back with an expression of impassivity.

She had told no lies and was already changed into her bathing attire, a towel folded over one delicate arm. She needed only to be shown to the corner of the hot springs reserved for her and given her allotment of medicinal wine. “I… I…” the attendant struggled, still staring at the diminutive scaled woman. 

No one had warned her they would be serving such an illustrious guest that day and, if she was honest, she had imagined that the Warrior of Light would have been taller. The attendant rallied admirably, however; “Two bottles of wine for your soak then?”

One mint green eyebrow twitched over stoic magenta and orange limbal ringed eyes managing to convey dissatisfaction with only the tiniest of an expression change. “Three!” That earned the attendant a crisp nod of acceptance. Supplies were quickly collected and the attendant had the great honor of leading the Warrior of Light herself, clad in a very pretty black bikini and what appeared to be Far Eastern inspired sandals, to a private section of the Camp Bronze Lake hot springs for a very well deserved soak. A problem quickly became apparent, however, as the pool was already occupied. A Roegadyn pair, one Sea Wolf and one Hellsguard were currently relaxed therein. One of the many intern physickers who worked as servers and kept an eye on the bathers was just filling their glasses from their bottle of medicinal wine. 

“Oh…oh!” the attendant glanced back and forth between her patron and the other group, slightly panicked at the obvious doubling up of reservations that had already occurred. “Oh dear, we were warned this might happen.” The female of the pair spoke, rising to her feet swiftly. “We were only given this spot as they thought the original owner of the reservation was not coming. We were advised we would have to join the regular bathers if they showed up late.” “I was late.” Dainty agreed, having swanned in a full hour after she had intended to arrive. “If y’all aren’t inclined to be chatty I would be willing to share this once.” “Damned good of you, ma’am!” The man spoke. He was Sea Wolf, with sea green skin and pale gray almost white eyes that seemed to glare out of his rugged features. “Another bottle, on our tab, for the Lady.” For his looks he was as amiable as any. Disaster averted as best she could tell the attendant quickly saw the Warrior of Light settled in the warm water and furnished with a glass of wine from her allotment of now bottles. They remained chilled on ice within easy grabbing range for the bathers.

Dainty was content to ignore her accidental companions at first, letting the hot, gently undulating waters envelope her rather battered body. Her eyes drifted closed, relaxed and reclined until her sensitive cranial projections sensed the intern moving away to leave them in private.

“How yah been Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn?” Dainty drawled without opening her eyes. “I must admit to having been better, Dainty Baneberry.”  Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn muttered into his wine, taking a long pull of it as Defiant Rose gave his shoulder a consoling rub. “I heard from Mama about your ex-fiancee. My condolences.” Dainty offered, sitting up and reaching for her own wine. “It had to be done.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn insisted on the ending of the relationship, mostly talking to himself rather than his adopted sister. It was Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn’s idea for the trio of them to accidentally meet at the Warmwine Sanitorium so that he and Defiant Rose could visit with their wandering sister and all enjoy the healing benefits of the hot springs. Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn had broken his leg as a child, or rather his violent drunkard uncle had broken it for him. After a strenuous few weeks work as a line cook it tended to bother him and cause him to seek out the springs. Defiant Rose had been injured later in life, a nasty infection caused by a Wespe bite had left her with a lingering pain in her chest that flared up after heavy physical activity. A days R and R at Camp Bronzelake always set her right, however. “Mama spoke of you breaking up as you could not trust her?” Dainty pressed. She preferred not to be involved in, or the subject of gossip but quite enjoyed listening to other peoples. “Our family is close but hers was … something else.” Defiant Rose commented sardonically before noting Dainty struggling with her hair and moving to twist it up for her tiniest sister. Dainty’s hair was naturally curly, although she tended to style it straight with heat and expensive potions. In the humidity of the baths the mint green locks were starting to frizz and rebel.

Fortunately for Dainty her sister was well used to managing their nieces wayward locks. 

Dainty sipped her wine, allowing herself to be fawned over. It was not something she generally tolerated well but in this instance she allowed it as it meant she did not have to relieve herself of her wine glass to attend to her curls. “Anything and everything that occurred, good or bad or mundane, was relayed to her own Mother in such minute detail. Even things that had no business being discussed outside of a couple’s bedroom. I thought she would grow out of it, for so long it was only her and her Mother, of course they would rely upon each other so heavily through turbulent times. But, as Defiant Rose pointed out, if I could not even consider the idea of telling her the family secret then I had no right to bring her into the family.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn explained. The family secret sipped her wine as Defiant Rose first braided her mint green hair and then coiled it up to neatly restrain it on top of Dainty’s head with a bit of leather thonging.

“And really was there any point in wedding a lass when you’re in love with Defiant Rose?” Dainty drawled into her wine glass. Defiant Rose fully squawked in protest as Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn noticeably paled, despite his green skin. “You… I… I….”

Defiant Rose, the attitude she was named for deserting her for several moments, sat opening and closing her mouth in silence. Dainty smirked, drained her glass and poured herself another one, filling her glass all the way to the rim and emptying the bottle rather shamelessly. 

“You know of that…then?” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn managed through his shock.

Dainty Baneberry was the least connected of all the siblings, being an Adventurer as she was. It was only natural that she checked in very little with the large family as her travels took her from one end of creation to the other, quite literally. He could not fathom how she had managed to divine a secret that both Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose had been determined to keep dead and buried and take to their graves. “Mama told me about it on my first night home.” “Mama knows about it?!” Defiant Rose half bellowed, uncaring for where she was and ignoring the gazes that suddenly moved in their direction. She glared at them until they looked away then hissed at Dainty. “Mama knows??” “Aye.” Dainty smirked, languishing in the waters as if she had not a concern in the entire world. 

In a way she didn’t. The dramatics of her family were absolutely harmless in comparison to all that she had faced in defeating the Endsinger and Zenos and saving their Star. She had not been exaggerating in the slightest when she spoke to the attendant that her wounds had come from “doing battle with the manifestation of Hopelessness and the End of Days at the edge of the Universe.”

Dainty sipped carefully from her over-filled glass and added: “Mama knew not how to address the issue between the pair of you. She spoke of a previous attempt by the Doman sisters, after Defiant Rose’ illness, that was met with such intense denials that she feared the pair of you were oblivious, or worse delusional. I told her to set her mind at ease upon the subject, neither of you would have the balls to lie to me about it.” “Dainty Baneberry you have the manners and subtlety of a rabid auroch!” Defiant Rose accused. “Aye.” Dainty agreed blithely.

This was far from the 1st time she had been accused of such and as it was wholly true she was certain it would not be the last. Dainty was also not wrong about her siblings being unable to keep secrets from her. They all beheld her in such absolute awe and reverence and Dainty was naturally an excellent listener as a by-product of being prone to silence. People often found her mannerisms awkward and said too much around her to fill in the gaps of the conversation.

Dainty sunk down in warm waters until even her chin was dipped in the healing springs and closing her eyes as, somewhat predictably, her adopted siblings instantly took to explaining themselves unnecessarily. If Dainty was listening to Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose’s chatterings she gave little indication of it. In truth she already knew what they had to say. Their whip smart and ever observant Mama had been observing the delicate, unspoken dance between the pair of them and had conveyed it matter of factly to her wandering daughter. The crux of the issue was that although in Joyful River’s clan a sister was a sister, a brother was a brother Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose had never been raised around one another as siblings. When Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn had been adopted at 9, Defiant Rose was a newborn of just 3 months old. By the time she was old enough to form memories of her siblings, Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn was out of the house for a baking apprenticeship. Over the course of Defiant Rose’s childhood and teenage years they had spent perhaps a total of just 10 days in each other's company and even then it was during events where the whole family got together so they interacted very little. It wasn’t until Defiant Rose was bed-ridden and Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn was one of the only siblings close by and with enough time to help tend to her that the pair formed any sort of a connection.

That connection had proven to not be one of siblings and both felt intensely guilty and that they had somehow betrayed their Mama for this.

It was only when one of the intern physickers checked in upon them, and gave a little “hmph!” to remind Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose that their companion had requested that they not chatter that the Roegadyn pair fell silent. Defiant Rose regarded her auri sister, small enough to float in the shallow waters while her adopted siblings towered over her even when sitting.

“You’ve been ta the far side of th’Universe and back.” Defiant Rose observed. “How inconsequential our lives must be to you.”

“To a woman such as yourself, truly none of this much matters.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn agreed, thinking himself silly for bothering a literal World Savior with something so trivial as his conflicted affections for Defiant Rose.

“It matters.” Dainty corrected, sitting up at last and opening her eyes. “It has to matter. Or else what I do…does not matter.”

She saw the confusion writ plainly on her sibling's faces and although it was not normally her way to be verbose, wine did have a tendency to loosen her tongue. “For whom do I fight if not for you. So that you are free to make as much a mess of your own lives as you and you alone see fit.”

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Some silly throwback poetry from ffxivwrite2022...

Sojourn

I regret offering Gerolt Blackthorn,

Some lodgings where he might sojourn,

For he seduced my retainer,

Promising he'd "entertain" her,

But instead he's thrown up on my lawn...

Badly behaved guest silliness!

[astersatdawn]

FFXIV Write Day 6: Halcyon

“What are you doing?”

Azem looks up at him, their eyes dancing with that bottomless sense of mirth. “Is it not obvious? I’m making flower crowns.”

They present the flowers to them then, pretty little things Emet-Selch could not name even if he tries. He knows he’s seen some of them before, their depictions classic in literature, with their gentle white petals or bright sunshine hues, but there are many others that he doesn’t. Unusual multi-colored leaves attached to the stems of gentle cool-toned flowers, some with petals more geometric than round. 

“Do you even know what flowers you’re working with? They could be poisonous.”

They laugh, though Emet-Selch would not know if it was they had caught his ignorance or if it was that Azem, as always, charged ahead despite the dangers without a care. “Only one way to find out.”

And before he can protest, they reach for a disorganized pile, pull something out of it, and plop it on his head.

He sputters, reaching for the apparently finished crown Azem had been hiding, because of course they were, but doesn’t remove it from his head. “I wasn’t aware I was summoned to be a test subject.”

“A test subject, and company,” Azem’s grin, somehow, broadens, as they resume weaving the stems together with practiced movements. “It’s been a while since we’ve been able to see each other.”

The tone shift is jarring, the wistfulness in their tone almost unexpected. The words are a gentle punch that has him slumping beside them. 

It’s true that it has been some time since they had seen each other. Things have been busier as of late. Azem was out on adventures, as always, and some of the others among the convocation had been sent away from Amarout for miscellaneous tasks. 

Some might call it fortuitous that his responsibilities had sent him Azem’s way, for once, though Emet-Selch would vehemently protest and insist the universe was playing some sick joke on him instead. Truly, the others underestimated Azem’s penchant for trouble, somehow doubling whenever he was in the vicinity. 

“Do you think the three of us will see each other again?” Azem whispers, enough that Emet-Selch has to strain to hear it. 

“It wouldn’t take much to get Hythlodaeus here,” Emet-Selch murmurs. 

Azem laughs, but there’s something about it that’s off. Like a cry, squashed away and hidden away. The stem between their hands snaps, and Azem stares down at their hands forlornly. “Maybe it wouldn’t have, once.”

“We’ll be together again,” he insists, setting his hand on their shoulder. The touch is enough invitation for Azem to lean over, into him, bonelessly collapsing in a way that he was all too familiar with. In seconds, their head is in his lap, and his fingers are now in their hair, playing with it with practiced ease. The flowers Azem had been weaving fall away, some rolling back onto the ground while others cling to their robes and tuck themselves within the folds of the fabric. 

There’s something soft and torn in Azem’s gaze as they look up at them. Their hand, now free of flowers, rises to trace his jaw and settle on his cheek. All the joy Emet-Selch is used to seeing on Azem’s face is gone, as if it had never been there at all. 

“Not for many more lifetimes,” they say, mourning, and Emet-Selch’s own heart sinks deeper and deeper with the weight of it. “I won’t regret it, but I am sorry, my dearest Hades.”

“Thalia? What are you—”

“You can’t hold onto me forever. It’s time to wake up now.”

As if a spell is cast, his gray robes shift to imperial black, white gloves distance him from the softness of Azem’s hair, and he can feel their solid weight against him fading away. 

“Thalia, wait.” He grasps her wrist, he blinks, and they—she flinches when his hand tightens its grip. Those damn eyes of hers are wide, the exact same shade of violet, made brighter by the light of the Rak’tika Greatwood. “What were you doing?” 

“I…” the Warrior of Light clears her throat. “I was just getting this out of your hair.”

As if proving her point, she rubs the stem of a leaf between the fingers of her captive wrist.

“Why bother with such a paltry detail?” He snaps. 

Ellida is silent for a long moment, her expression shifting only into a deeper frown. 

“I was surprised to see you asleep,” she says instead of any meaningful answer. 

He scoffs, drops her wrist. Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he wants the answer himself, at this point. She had ripped him away from that moment of peace so long ago, tainted the memory with her very existence. No answer would satisfy him—there was simply no excuse that made her action so forgivable. 

“Am I not allowed a moment of rest? I certainly thought you and yours would have preferred I kept my distance.” 

She puts more space between them, now that the choice is hers. “We do.”

“Well then, go make some distance, for however long you can.” He waves her off. “Do you not have better things to do, hero?” 

She’s staring at him. It’s uncanny, how long her gaze lingers, as if she sees something he doesn’t. Her lips are pressed together, something thoughtful in the lines of her face. Whatever had her attention drops away with a quiet sigh.

“Yes, I do.” Even so, she hesitates. “Will you be alright?”

“Excuse me?”

“I—” she shakes her head. “Nevermind.” 

Without another word, she’s marching off, leaving behind a moment that, Emet-Selch knows, is best forgotten. 

[nabaath-areng]

on the downside, ffxiv wont boot for me at all so i wont be able to continue msq for another 10 days at minimum....... <:-(

[theimperialnuisance]

✨ Gazing at the decorations and Starlight tree together. ✨

Happy Starlight from Kien and G'raha <3

photo by: @circusredmage

[linc-karo-27]

In today's thoughts:

I wonder if Koji Fox (the lead translator for ffxiv and ffxvi though he isn't in charge of XIV anymore he is still kinda linked to it). Meme lord and pop culture reference loving Koji Fox knows the god he made up to make a Balls swear in Final Fantasy XIV (Nald'Thal) when added to the game via the Alliance Raid in April 2022 was voiced by Jonathan Bailey in the English Dub.

As in.... The man whose credits to most people involves him stripping and/or having sex at least once. The man to this site is Anthony, a character introduced in his show literally having a bonk up against a tree. That actor. Who at the time was trending on twitter because of a sex scene in Bridgerton. Voicing the god whose battle lines involved the word "come" stressed a bit hard and outright has a line

"well done you are deserving of reward"

A praise kink line.

Like someone must have informed him (Koji) one of his legacy characters is voiced by someone who the internet very much enjoys hearing him say those lines and is overall a funny casting for a one off as usual is managed with a Side UK/London casting.

[noxtivagus]

it's almost 2023 omg

[zahnffxiv]

hrothtober day 29: duel!! not really one for dueling myself, but i'm always on standby to tend to the outcome!!

[autumnslance]

LynMars's FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

We're back again! The list and links for all of my completed prompts for this year's FFXIV Write. Stats and ramblings about writing will go under the Read More cut. Eventually these will be revised in some manner and tossed onto Ao3.

Asterisks again mean there's wolship nonsense happening.

01. Steer - Vignettes of less sociable times over Aeryn's life. 02. Horizon - WoL at the end of Ultima Thule, EW 6.0. 03. Tempest - WoL returns to Amaurot to contemplate, EW 6.4. 04. Reticent - C'oretta & Dark Autumn have a chat. Sort of. 05. Stamp - Aeryn finds a memento while cleaning, post-EW 6.0 06. Halcyon - Tanzel, Emelia, & understanding grief. Backstory. 07. Morsel - Zenos heading to Camp Broken Glass, EW 6.0. 08. Free Day! 09. Lend an Ear - Emperor Varis is very much alone. StB patches. 10. Stable - Hydaelyn as the avatar of Light. Endwalker. 11. Surrogate - Weird West AU. Unexpected new roles for the Strikers. 12. Quarry* - Dominants AU. Thavnair comes to Tural's aid. DT 7.0. 13. Butte - Dark Autumn versus seedkin in Xak Tural. DT 7.0. 14. Telling - WoL reflects on Emet-Selch's expected reaction. EW 6.0. 15. Free Day! 16. Third-Rate - Aeryn's annoyed by the Unbound. DT Role Quests. 17. Sally - Dark pays a final visit to a traitor, post-StB 4.1. 18. Hackneyed* - Aeryn, Thancred, & terrible literature. 19. Taken - A young wood warder tries to save his sibling. Backstory. 20. Duel - Wuk Lamat's challenge does not go as expected. DT 7.0. 21. Shade - WoL ruminates on some of their ghosts. Thru DT 7.0. 22. Free Day! 23. On Cloud Nine - A chocobo & her Warrior of Light. End ShB 5.0. 24. Bar - 2 different adventurers starting out. Legacy & ARR. 25. Perpetuity - Aeryn, Deryk, & questions of faith. EW 24man raid. 26. Zip - C'oretta helping out Hamon at the Coliseum. Technically DT. 27. Memory - In a future, music makes Iyna remember. EW Patches. 28. Deleterious - Aeryn & Shale discuss regulators & history. DT 7.0. 29. (Free) Deleterious 2* - Thancred & self-recrimination. ShB 5.0. 30. Two Heads are Better than One - Gulool Ja Ja muses. DT 7.0.

Previous years: 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023

Ended up a touch Aeryn-heavy this year, though Generic WoL, various NPCs, the other OCs, forays in the FC's AUs, and some supporting family cast members make appearances. There's even a callback to a previous FFXIV Write entry. Lots of Endwalker and Dawntrail due to recency bias, but it manages to span the spectrum from backstories through various expansions.

I only did 1 Free Day, due to having 2 solid ideas I ended up writing for that prompt. It was right at the end of my annual birthday vacation week, so I was pretty rested (may also be why they're among the longer entries!). Unusually, the rest of that week's works are not any longer than the others.

I'm also still working on some original writing, though, so that did cut into fanfiction time.

Below 500 words: #2 Horizon (347), #3 Tempest (415), #7 Morsel (499), #10 Stable (400), #13 Butte (477), #14 Telling (355), #17 Sally (464), #20 Duel (499), #24 Bar (462).

500 - 1,000 words: #1 Steer (944), #4 Reticent (581), #5 Stamp (588), #11 Surrogate (964), #12 Quarry (844), #16 Third-Rate (564), #18 Hackneyed (577), #19 Taken (915), #21 Shade (764), #23 On Cloud Nine (728), #25 Perpetuity (958), #26 Zip (592), #27 Memory (810), #30 Two Heads are Better than One (500).

Over 1,000 words: #6 Halcyon (2,479), #9 Lend an Ear (1,326), #28 Deleterious (1,099), #29 Deleterious 2 (1,231).

Shortest: #2 Horizon Longest: #6 Halcyon

Total: 20,382 words. Not my shortest but far from my longest. Comparing with the previous years, I can see a clear improvement in my grasp of both NPC and OC voices, and more confidence in general.

Even so, "Butte", "Sally", "Bar", and "Zip" were the hardest for me this year, and I may need to warm up to them. I love "Halcyon" for a lot of reasons, and am also fond of the lighter offerings in "Duel" and "On Cloud Nine." I like a lot of the others, particularly when trying to get into NPC heads (even if they're really weird places to be ffs, Zenos).

Not too many shippy entries this year, one of them for one of the AUs, one mostly talking about it rather than seeing it, but I like "Hackneyed" a lot as it's been awhile since I've written about Aeryn & Thancred's literary tastes (and opposite ways of treating their books).

These will eventually be revised and added to Ao3, and then we await next year!

[ffxivaltaholic]

FFXIVWrite2024: Master List

Prompt Master List:

Week 1: Prompt 1: Steer | Jellal Prompt 2: Horizon | Zhira Prompt 3: Tempest | Tlalli Prompt 4: Reticent | Tsirae Prompt 5: Stamp | N'akani Prompt 6: Halcyon | Ame Prompt 7: Morsel | Isanii

Week 2: Prompt 8: (You Pick) Prickle | Diarmune Prompt 9: Lend an Ear | Jellal Prompt 10: Stable | Ame/N'akani Prompt 11: Surrogate | Isanii Prompt 12: Quarry | Diarmune Prompt 13: Butte | Tsirae Prompt 14: Telling | Zhira

Week 3: Prompt 15: (you pick!) Lessons in Patience | Tlalli Prompt 16: Third-Rate | Jellal Prompt 17: Sally | Tsirae Prompt 18: Hackneyed | Ame Prompt 19: Taken | Isanii Prompt 20: Duel | Zhira Prompt 21: Shade | Diarmune

Week 4: Prompt 22: (You Pick) Homecoming | N'akani Prompt 23: Cloud-Nine | Ame Prompt 24: Bar | Jellal Prompt 25: Perpetuity | Tlalli Prompt 26: Zip | Isanii Prompt 27: Memory | Zhira Prompt 28: Deleterious | Tsirae

Week 5: Prompt 29: (You Pick) Divergence | Diarmune Prompt 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One | Dalain

Notes: Once again I am very happy to have completed the entire list.  It was fun to write and expand on my character's and their stories and to introduce my Hrothgal Tlalli, as well as bring back a retired character for one final prompt.  Thank you @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for everything and once again providing a fantastic month of writing! I hope you have a relaxing October! <3

Previous Years:

FFXIV Write 2023 FFXIV Write 2022 FFXIV Write 2021 FFXIV Write 2020

[valdiis]

Thirty entries, one a day minus a single make-up day where I did two. I wrote for four characters, one of which was never meant to be more than a background character in the first place. I don't have a word count and I'm not sure I want one - but I sure did write a lot. I've discovered that my comfy place right now is dialogue. I love writing snappy lines and character interactions, and I'm not as good with lengthy introspection or action scenes. This is a contrast to prior years, when I did write more long-form introspection.

If anyone is interested (ha) in my prior years, I don't do single collected link posts - though I probably should. You can find all of it below:

FFxivWrite 2024

FFxivWrite 2023 - scattered among my other blogs that year, so here's Aeluan, Daephrin, and Vy'thanis.

FFxivWrite 2022 - in which I focused solely on Vyth

FFxivWrite 2021 - this is an actual master post for once...

FFxivWrite 2020 - I think I missed a few prompts that year

FFxivWrite 2019 - oh man, we're getting into the ones that hurt because I either don't speak to those people any more or my grasp of lore was shaky - a lot of this has been retconned

FFxivWrite 2018 - man, my writing's improved since these days

FFxivWrite 2017 - the first year I participated, and I knew next to nothing about how anything worked in FFXIV because I'd just started playing

[pawacelsus]

DO YOU HAVE PARACELSUS FICS…. Please please please please

(Also I love ur blog and I’m glad we can agree abt plague doc being the bestest ever etc)

Dragging myself out of the depths right now LOL, so glad to hear you like my blog 87 it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything for dd/paracelsus in particular, BUT my ao3 has some for you! Link here, scroll past the current FFXIV content LOL

I do still have some dd2 content in the works, but it’s been a WHILE since I’ve written for it. The older content is… ROUGH, but the stuff from 2022/2023 is mostly readable! Either way—blast from the past for this blog to get an ask, let alone one asking for my writing, so thank you so much :^)

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Another year, another master post! Throughout September, this post will be updated to reflect completed prompts. Fills posted to Tumblr will remain raw and unedited, but in October, I will edit and upload to Archive of Our Own, and further update this post with links to the AO3 versions.

Fills run the gamut of the timeline; all content through Dawntrail is fair game. Please note individual warnings where necessary on each fill.

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AETHERSURGE

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Previous Master Posts: 2017 || 2018 || 2019 || 2020 || 2021 || 2022 || 2023

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Prompt 01 [Steer]: The Constants of Adventure

Prompt 02 [Horizon]: High Flying

Prompt 03 [Tempst]: Levinstrike

Prompt 04 [Reticent]: Lominsan Girls

Prompt 05 [Stamp]: Missives from Aboard

Prompt 06 [Halcyon]: Promise

Prompt 07 [Morsel]: In Pie We Crust

Prompt 08 [Free Write | Telegraphy]: Aethergraphy

Prompt 09 [Lend an Ear]: Matters of the Heart

Prompt 10 [Stable]: Carbuncle Quality

Prompt 11 [Surrogate]: Maternal Instinct

Prompt 12 [Quarry]: A Rescue!

Prompt 13 [Butte]: A Sky Full of Stars

Prompt 14 [Telling]: Skin-Deep

Prompt 15 [Free Write | Deodate]: Lux Solaris

Prompt 16 [Third-Rate]: Scorched and Chipped

Prompt 17 [Sally]: War Paint

Prompt 18 [Hackneyed]: Bard Off

Prompt 19 [Taken]: Levinstorm

Prompt 20 [Duel]: Reach and Flexibility

Prompt 21 [Shade]: Vistas

Prompt 22 [Free Write | Rencounter]: Kith and Kin

Prompt 23 [On Cloud Nine]: What the Future Holds

Prompt 24 [Bar]: [SELF-DETERMINATION PROTOCOLS]

Prompt 25 [Perpetuity]: Endless

Prompt 26 [Zip]: The Heron Hike and Hustle

Prompt 27 [Memory]: Fragments

Prompt 28 [Deleterious]: Summer Heat

Prompt 29 [Free Write | Thanatopsis]: Only the Good Die Young

Prompt 30 [Two Heads Are Better Than One]: More Uxorio

[snoozedraws]

hello!! making a pinned post here for new followers:

i’m snooze and this is my art blog! this is what i consider my "main hub" and where all of my work, regardless of genre or content, will be posted! i like making OCs and writing comics. :}

✽ @snoozelocke is my nuzlocke comic blog, and my primary account - i follow/like from here!

✽ @pawmpadour is my ffxiv blog, where i reblog my and others' ffxiv art and occasionally post about my final fantasy guys.

i tag my art in the following ways for browsing:

✽ by year (ex: [ 2023 ], [ 2022 ], [ 2021 ], etc) ✽ by type (ex: [ comic ], [ illustration ] / [ painting ], [ sketch ] / [ colored sketch ], [ commission ]) ✽ by content (ex: [ pokemon ], [ ffxiv ], [ d&d ], [ ocs ], etc)

thanks!! \o/

[nabaath-areng]

I was planning to build new desktop this fall, but seeing that the winter half year practically chains me to bed making me incapable of sitting up I took some of my savings to get a laptop so I can have it in bed for drawing, writing etc at least. And so I'll save back up the coming months and build it once spring arrives instead (hopefully component prices has gone down then too)

All that to say I can only eat my hands as I catch glimpses of dawntrail news after having been ffxiv-less since july last year. my abstinence is out the roof