#FFxivWrite Masterlist 2023
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cadrenebula · 1 year ago
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FFxivWrite Masterlist 2023
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Prompt #1: Envoy (Nebula) Prompt #2: Bark (Jesse/Ronove & Elijah) Prompt #3: Extra Credit (Jesse/Ronove & Elijah) Prompt #4: Off the Hook (Alexois) Prompt #5: Barbarous (Alexois) Prompt #6: Ring (Jesse/Ronove & Elijah) Prompt #7: Noisome (Destiney, Nebula, & Gwyneira) Prompt #8: Shed (Aryn) Prompt #9: Fair (Stefan) Prompt #10: Extra Credit (Alfarinn & Kino) Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy (Stefan) Prompt #12: Dowdy (Destiney & Stefan) Prompt #13: Check (Stefan) Prompt #14: Clear (Nebula & Gwyneira) Prompt #15: Portentous (Nebula & Gwyneira) Prompt #16: Jerk (Alexois & Lancefer) Prompt #17: Extra Credit (Stefan) Prompt #18: Fish Out of Water (Nebula) Prompt #19: Weal (Lancefer) Prompt #20: Hamper (Alexois) Prompt #21: Grave (Cedrik) Prompt #22: Fulsome (Valentin) Prompt #23: Suit (Ronove) Prompt #24: Extra Credit (Leandra/Valen's Mother) Prompt #25: Call it a Day (Asher) Prompt #26: Last (Aryn) Prompt #27: Sole (Ronove & Aryn) Prompt #28: Blunt (Lothaire/Lance's Brother) Prompt #29: Contravention (Keres & Atropos/Villain Minions) Prompt #30: Amity (Ronove)
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Character Roster // Carrd // FFxivWrite Masterlist 2017-2023
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sliptohk · 1 year ago
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FFXIV 2023 Prompt Masterlist
Hello, 2023 challenge. And farewell.
Prompt #1: Envoy (Abadi Clan)
Prompt #2: Bark (Qata Ooja)
Prompt #3: Bonus Prompt - Fight (Qata Ooja)
Prompt #4: Off The Hook (Katja Revel)
Prompt #5: Barbarous (Katja Revel)
Prompt #6: Ring (Abadi Clan)
Prompt #7: Noisome (Shezrah Abadi)
Prompt #8: Shed (Fen Lohro)
Prompt #9: Fair (Katja Revel)
Prompt #10: Bonus Prompt - One Didn't Know It Was A Date (Shezrah Abadi)
Prompt #11: Once Bitten Twice Shy (Qata Ooja)
Prompt #12: Dowdy (Katja Revel & Family)
Prompt #13: Check (Fen Lohro)
Prompt #14: Clear (Gerlach Revel)
Prompt #15: Portentous (Gerlach Revel)
Prompt #16: Jerk (Shezrah Abadi)
Prompt #17: Bonus Prompt - Guilt (Katja Revel)
Prompt #18: Fish Out Of Water (Katja Revel)
Prompt #19: Weal (Qata Ooja)
Prompt #20: Hamper (Wazo Revel)
Prompt #21: Grave (Katja Revel)
Prompt #22: Fulsome (Fen Lohro)
Prompt #23: Suit (Shezrah Abadi)
Prompt #24: Bonus Prompt - I Can't Wait To Go Home And Play This New Tomestone Game... (Fen Lohro & Qata Ooja)
Prompt #25: Call It A Day (Katja Revel)
Prompt #26: Last (Fen Lohro & Qata Ooja)
Prompt #27: Sole (Abadi Clan)
Prompt #28: Blunt (Katja Revel)
Prompt #29: Contravention (Wazo Revel)
Prompt #30: Amity (Fen Lohro & Qata Ooja)
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starrysnowdrop · 2 years ago
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Hali Aloke Fanfiction Masterlist
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This masterlist will be periodically updated as I get new installments out, and all entries are listed in chronological order according to the canon timeline, with the exception of the supplementary fics and writing prompts.
Updated: 10/02/2024
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-> The Main Ongoing Fic Series
Drops of Jupiter: Story of Hali Aloke
Book 1: Amongst the Stars (Hydaelyn/Zodiark Arc)
((Additional Entries In Progress))
“You’re a good friend, you know?” - 3.0 soon after the events of the Vault; Aymeric wakes up in the infirmary to find an unexpected caretaker at his bedside.
“I’ll be back soon, I promise.” - Immediately follows “You’re a good friend, you know?”; Hali and Aymeric bond over how they have both been friendzoned in the past and their hopes for finding love in the future.
Hold Me Closer - During 3.1, shortly after the attempted assassination of Aymeric de Borel; Hali runs to see Aymeric in the infirmary and she is emotionally overwhelmed at seeing him alive and recovering well.
Friendship and Water - Between 3.3 and 3.4; Hali and Emmanellain bond over their respective crushes and help each other raise their spirits.
A Personal Matter - Immediately follows “Friendship and Water”; Lord Emmanellain goes to Ser Aymeric with questions concerning his friend, but it turns into one of the most awkward conversations either of them has ever had.
Misunderstandings - Between 3.4 and 3.5; When returning to Fortemps Manor, Hali overhears a private conversation between Artoirel and Aymeric that she shouldn’t have heard.
Never Good Enough - Immediately follows “Misunderstandings”; Hali runs away from Fortemps Manor in a panic after hearing Artoirel and Aymeric’s conversation about her, and she is compelled to write her feelings out in her diary.
Snowdrops - During the events of 3.5, a short time after “Misunderstandings” and “Never Good Enough”; Before the two are parted due to war brewing with Garlemald, Aymeric bestows upon Hali a deeply personal gift, and new term of endearment to go along with it.
“Who did this to you?” - During the events of the Ghimlyt Dark in 4.5; When Hali is gravely injured on the battlefield, Estinien informs Aymeric, who in turn runs after her, fearing that he might lose her.
An Ishgardian Lullaby - Immediately following the events of the Ghimlyt Dark in 4.5; Follows shortly after “Who Did This To You?”; Hali awakens to the sound of a man singing to her, and she is happy to see who is at her bedside.
Book 2: Painted Skies (Dawntrail and Beyond)
((Coming Soon!!))
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-> Additional Writings
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Steer - Prompt #1: During the events of patch 4.3, quest “Under the Moonlight”; Hali tries to convince Yume to take a step back from participating in the investigation of Zenos’ death and potential resurrection.
Horizon - Prompt #2: Sometime between the events of patches 5.5 and 6.0; While walking around the Pillars of Ishgard, Lord Edmont observes Lord Aymeric as the latter watches the setting sun.
Reticent - Prompt #4: During the events of patch 7.0, level 97+ quests; Hali cannot seem to trust Queen Sphene of Alexandria, no matter how sweet and kind she seems.
Third-rate - Prompt #16: Sometime after the events of 6.0; Hali oftentimes stares at Aymeric and still can’t believe that he loves her.
Taken - Prompt #19: During the events of 4.0; Lyse tells Hali that she has a potential suitor, but Hali doesn’t give a response that Lyse expects.
Shade - Prompt #21: During the events of 6.0; While the Ilsabard Contingent struggles with helping the surviving Garlean people, a strange woman is seen roaming the city ruins.
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Ring - Prompt #6, Set some time before the events of 7.0; Aymeric’s head butler Arnaud carries down a box from the Borel Manor’s attic that brings back precious memories, and conjures up dreams of the future.
Shed - Prompt #8, During 3.0, before the events of the Vault; Hali tries to stop Aymeric from going to confront the Archbishop, but fails in the attempt.
Portentous - Prompt #15, Sometime between the events of 5.55 and 6.0; During one of Hali’s visits to Fortemps Manor, Emmanellain finds the astrologian outside on the roof, staring at the moon through the telescope, hoping her intuition is wrong.
Fulsome - Prompt #22, Set between 5.55 and 6.0; Lord Aymeric is getting increasingly aggravated by the Ishgardian nobles and their empty flattery.
Last - Prompt # 26, In ancient times, before the Final Days and the Sundering; Hermes arrives in Amaurot in order to take over the Seat of Fandaniel, and is given a very warm welcome from Azem herself.
Wolmeric Week 2023
First Meeting - Prompt #1, During the events of 2.4; Hali gushes in her diary over the most gorgeous man she’s ever met, not realizing how important he will be to her in the future.
First Kiss - Prompt #2, During the events of 6.0; Hali reflects on her love confession to Aymeric, and how she is saved from despair by his love for her in turn.
AU Alternate Timeline - Prompt #3, In the 8th Umbral Calamity Timeline revealed during 5.0; Hali’s childhood friend G’raha Tia documents his findings on his friend’s final moments of her life.
Date - Prompt #4, During the events of 3.4; Hali contemplates if the private dinner that she attended at Borel Manor was really a first date or not, and wonders what Aymeric’s intentions are.
Vacation - Prompt #5, Between 6.0 and 6.1; For her nameday, Hali asks to go on a vacation with Aymeric, and she is proud that she finally found a way to get Aymeric out of his office.
Home - Prompt #6, During the ending of 6.0; After saving the star and returning to Etheirys, Hali realizes that home isn’t always a place—it can be a person.
Future - Prompt #7, Between 3.3 and 3.4; Hali awakens from the most wonderful dream… or is it a prophetic vision of the future?
Aymeric Day - Prompt #8, During the events of 6.0; Aymeric struggles with himself as he tries to hide his true feelings for Hali and worries for her wellbeing.
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graha-stan-account · 1 year ago
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Hamper: Day 20
Hamper: verb. Hinder or impede the movement or progress of. 
noun. 1. a basket with a carrying handle and a hinged lid, used for food, cutlery, and plates on a picnic. 
Ancient. Mid-Pandaemonium raids. Emet-Selch scoffs at Azem standing in for Elidibus. But she knew he would. All goes to plan. 
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"You're kidding." 
"No. Themis left me in charge. I suppose you may call me Elidibus for a time." 
"Has he lost his wits?!" 
"Oh, no," Astrea said, quite seriously. "He's attending some urgent matter in... Pandaemonium, was it?" She shook her head. "Dreadful place." 
"We'll just have to postpone tonight's session." 
"I am told our other esteemed colleague also will not be in attendance tonight... though he was quite less amenable toward appointing me his stand in, I'm told." 
"Who?" 
"Lahabrea." 
"One with some sense. Though would that we simply replaced you each time you were indisposed. But it is not necessary, even if it's preferred." 
"You do have a point, Hades. Quite the feat would it be to straddle three seats in one meeting. Themis proposition was only tempting because I thought it quite easy to slip into the next chair over." 
"You're really..." Emet-Selch covered his face with a hand. "The way you trivialize our most prestigious offices..." 
Astrea shrugged. "Do you think I cannot be impartial, Hades?" 
"I suppose all will be as usual since Elidibus has become naught but your little puppet!' 
"You wound me, dear." Astrea came slowly around and placed her hands on Emet-Selch's shoulders. "To say puppet would mean he is not wholly a willing participant." 
Emet-Selch made a strangled sound. "Don't you have disagreements to settle in some far off fiefdom? Shouldn't you be off... 'traveling'?" 
"So eager to be rid of me." She sighed. "You have such a funny little way of showing affection." 
"Affection," he scoffed. 
"Am I mistaken?" She flicked her gaze across his height. "Then stay on your side of the bed." 
"You're not going to threaten to take off again?" He snatched at her wrist before she could walk away. 
"Hades, I do not 'take off.' It is 'away on business.' But right now, it is my duty to be impartial and unfortunately here." 
"Unfortunately?" Emet-Selch frowned. 
"Oh, you can spit offenses but cannot stomach them?"" She sighed. "Look at what's become of us." 
"Astrea." 
"I have lunch plans with Hythlodaeus." She hurriedly collected herself, taking up a woven basket of some heft and indistinguishable contents. "You will not make me late." 
"May I not join you?" 
"Lately I lose my appetite around you." She pulled herself loose of him. 
Emet-Selch knitted his eyebrows. "No, I'm coming with you." 
"I thought you hated that thing I make with eggs of Elpis. And the Green is too busy." 
"In this state you're sure to conspire against me, the two of you. I will not stand idly by." 
"Whatever do you mean? Is not my duty for the moment to remain impartial? I would not sully the title of Elidibus so." 
He grimaced and rolled his eyes. "Give me that!" He snatched the basket from her. "Why is it so heavy?" 
"A service set for three usually is." 
"Th-" 
She smiled. 
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liminal-storage · 1 year ago
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FFXIVWrite 2023 Masterlist
This list will serve as a master post for all of the writing I do during this challenge, to be updated at least once a week.
Day 1: Envoy - Castles and Crashers
Day 2: Bark - Birch-Sister - Vague body-horror and other horror imagery.
Day 3: Free Write - Quiver
Day 4: Off the Hook - Cinders - Violent content.
Day 5: Barbarous - Crossed Wires - Vaguely suggestive content.
Day 6: Ring - High-Octane Anxiety - Brief and vague mentions of suggestive content.
Day 7: Noisome - Red Meat, Red Wine, Red Velvet - Horror elements including body horror, blood, and gore. 
Day 8: Shed - Glass Dust - Very minor mentions of blood.
Day 9: Fair - Red Ink
Day 10: Free Write - Root
Day 11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Tainted
Day 12: Dowdy - Hangover
Day 13: Check - Quirks and Mishaps
Day 14: Clear - A Fleeting Instant
Day 15: Portentous - Inkstained Pages
Day 16: Jerk - First Blood -  Major warning for blood, violence, torture, and murder.
Day 17: Free Write - Sect of...Something
Day 18: A Fish Out of Water - Slip-up
Day 19: Weal - Poison
Day 20: Hamper - Plans Derailed
Day 21: Grave - Shroud's Shroud
Day 22: Fulsome - Strung Out - Nsfw, sexual content, masturbation.
Day 23: Suit - Card Games
Day 24: Free Write - Redolent
Day 25: Call it a Day - Whiskers and Whispers
Day 26: Last - Paper Boats
Day 27: Sole - Hall of Whispers - Mentions of mutilation/self harm, abuse
Day 28: Blunt - Disturbance - Violence, mentions of sexual assault
Day 29: Contravention - Festive Atrocity
Day 30: Amity - Ephemeral
Personal favorites from this year: Birch-Sister; Red Meat, Red Wine, Red Velvet; First Blood; Strung Out.
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roegadynroost · 1 year ago
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FFXIVwrite 2023 Masterlist
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Since I've done so many this year unlike other years, I figured I'd throw up a masterlist of the posts of my stories for FFXIVwrite. I have a personal website that also has the fics in their most edited and cleaned up forms. I recommend reading there, but if you prefer tumblr and don't mind the messy and only lightly edited posts here they are!
EDIT: Woo! We did it! I didn't miss a single day (though I did accidentally mess up while submitting for one day opps) Big shout out to @zippuzzle for keeping me motivated! I couldn't have done it without you! 01 Envoy 02 Bark 03 Extra Credit! Familiarity 04 Off the Hook 05 Barbarous 06 Ring 07 Noisome 08 Shed 09 Fair 10 Extra Credit! Fondness 11 Once Bitten, Twice Shy 12 Dowdy 13 Check 14 Clear 15 Portentous 16 Jerk 17 Extra Credit! Friendship 18 Fish Out of Water 19 Weal 1 Weal 2 20 Hamper 21 Grave 22 Fulsome 23 Suit 24 Extra Credit! Camaraderie 25 Call it a Day 26 Last 27 Sole 28 Blunt 29 Contravention 30 Amity
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efrmellifer · 1 year ago
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I. Refreshment (Envoy)
II. Heartwood (Bark)
III. Hiatal (Choose Your Own)
IV. Catch and Release (Off the Hook)
V. Beasts of the Black Shroud (Barbarous)
VI. Treasure (Ring)
VII. Journal Entry 9/7 (Noisome)
VIII. What Might Have Otherwise Been (Shed)
IX. Tender Lizard Care (Fair)
X. Salt Air (Choose Your Own)
XI. Take Chances, Make Mistakes (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)
XII. Employ (Dowdy)
XIII. Journal Entry 9/13 (Check)
XIV. Flocking (Clear)
XV. Scrappy (Portentous)
XVI. Fiction (Jerk)
XVII. Journal Entry 9.17 (Choose Your Own)
XVIII. Fraternal (A Fish Out of Water)
XIX. Two Shepherds (Weal)
XX. Picnic Preparation (Hamper)
XXI. Unpacking (Grave)
XXII. Poetry Scrap (Fulsome)
XXIII. Dirty Work (Suit)
XXIV. Serenity (Choose Your Own)
XXV. Journal Entry 9/25 (Call It A Day)
XXVI. Ephemera (Last)
XXVII. Imbroglio (Sole)
XXVIII. Developmental (Blunt)
XXIX. Pretty Crimes (Contravention)
XXX. Nine Years On (Amity)
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morocosmos · 1 year ago
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FFxivWrite 2023 Masterlist
What is FFxivWrite? Explained here.
Not fancying this post up because it's 1:30am, it be Functional. I might not even write as much as I'd like to for this year, this month is just so busy in every other area of my life but we'll see?
Day 1 - Envoy Day 2 - Bark Day 4 - Off The Hook Day 5 - Barbarous Day 6 - Ring Day 7 - Noisome Day 8 - Shed Day 10 - Free Prompt (Decision) Day 16 - Jerk
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ladyborel · 3 years ago
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Writing Event Masterlist Directory
Wondrous Tails
Masterlist (2020)
Masterlist 2022
FFxivWrite
Masterlist (2020)
Masterlist (2021)
Masterlist (2022)
Masterlist (2023)
Wolmeric Week
Masterlist (May 2021)
Wolstinien Week/Seven Days of Estinyan
Masterlist (July 2021)
Wyrmelliferel Week
Masterlist (August 2021)
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graha-stan-account · 1 year ago
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Fair: Day 9
Fair: n. just or appropriate in the circumstances. 
Present. 5.0; After retreating to the shadows, having been sufficiently bored by the Scions, Emet-Selch has himself a bit of a nap. His subconscious is feeling very active. 
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The figure's face was obscured, but it didn't matter. A soul of such a color, Emet-Selch could distinguish it anywhere. 
"How are you here?" His voice betrayed wonder. Or was it consternation? 
"Hm? Perhaps I am not. Perhaps I am just a shade. Another bit of ephemera you cling to." The tall, black blot stilled and tilted what might have been its head to the side. "What's the matter, Hades? Has it been so long that you can no longer recall my face? Am I but a black stain on your memories?" 
Emet-Selch looked about the space of endless, hazy white. The only thing to focus on was her. 
"You should not be here." 
"For you fear my judgement." 
"You never did know how or when to still your tongue." 
In the harsh backlight, still Emet-Selch thought he could discern a ghost of a smile beneath the cowl and black mask. 
She chuckled. "And yet you have given me voice even here, in the halls of your soul. Truly my visage was more abhorrent to you than my opinions, being that only which you sought to rewrite." 
"Go now," he said, turning away into the great white nothing. "Let me sleep." 
But she was suddenly upon him, his sight blotted out by the darkness of her robes. 
"Why did you not come when I called you?" 
"You would have pulled me to my death!" 
"Then why did you not draw me to yourself instead? You could have." 
"I...." A shade. Just an apparition. A trick of his mind, that's all. Not her. Not her. He shuffled backward, all the better to cast his look of disdain. 
"It would be a small thing for one such as you, would it not?" Her voice was earnest – or was it? So gentle, yet its edge could cut the tongue. "So, why didn't you? Instead you let everything be taken from you in the end." 
"Stop!" 
"A man of such great conviction." She was advancing. 
"I will not endure this!" 
"A man so fixated on defending."  Another step closer. 
"I will right that wrong, mark me! Astrea, I will see our brethren home! I will restore our paradise!" 
"Your world was not mine. Still, what good is a world restored when you are now but a corpse shuffling among the living?" She laid a hand upon him, pushing him with ease to what seemed to be the floor. 
"This existence is not living!" She balked at his words. "Miserable creatures, every last one of them. 'Tis a kindness to put them down, before their own malformed bodies can fail them." His voice was trembling. "A gentler fate than my love who still sleeps. Whose face I should see here – not yours!" 
"Your love?" The voice was as fragile as glass, sunlight twinkling on the edge of fine crystal. "So then it is fair to watch your colleagues, you friends, around you slowly go mad?" Her voice grew more stern, as harsh and black as her figure before him. "Is it fair to raise and cull nations to feed your ailing ego? Peoples whose sacrifice will never be enough to sate your bloodlust. 'Tis fair to drive a thriving world to extinction as retribution for offending your eyes? Because it exists and is not yours? Is any of it fair, knowing the closer you get to your goal, the more your own sanity slips from your grasp? Should you return him, you shall leave him alone." 
"I shall see my duty done, now begone!" He waved a trembling hand before him, trying to clear the figure away like smoke. "You who abandoned us in our hour of need, shall not deride my methods!" 
"It is you who have summoned me Hades!" The sound surrounded him, an echoing which set the very whiteness of the space a-quiver. "If you would speak with Hythlodaeus, such is within your power here." The space stilled. Silence hung. None moved, until her voice - now tender – spoke again. "But how would you even greet him? Isn't that the problem? And should you succeed in the waking world, how will you explain my absence?" 
Emet-Selch took a breath to reply, but found no answer. 
"You'd rather subject this girl to such undue torture. A life you as arbiter judge unsuitable to exist." 
"Speak plain, foul shade!" 
"Do you really think there is another way, Hades? Through her?" 
"I do not know..." 
"She is but a child, Hades."  
"But she shares your soul." 
"Does she?" 
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graha-stan-account · 1 year ago
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Envoy: Day 1
Envoy: n. A messenger or representative, especially one on a diplomatic mission. 
Present. From the moment J'napha stepped from the Shroud into Gridania proper, it became abundantly clear all that newfound control she sought to have over her destiny was... not to be.
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Twelve forfend! This was not what Napha had planned at all. 
Scarcely a moon had passed, but the whirlwind in which she found herself after stepping from the Shroud into the light of the city had twisted her senses and purpose like a sheet in a launderer's mangle. An audience with the Elder Seedseer was the first punch in the nose, the second was the ease with which Napha nodded pleasantly and swallowed the spite she swore she'd bring to bear if given the chance. The third was when all that nodding saw her propped up on a ceremonial stage as though she had been a pillar of the community for longer than a fortnight. In her defense, all those Wood Wailers with their polearms and bows seemed unwilling to suffer her refusal. But now, now, Kan-E-Senna had really managed a knockout that sent her reeling. 
An airship pass was more than any bumpkin in the wood could ever hope to receive. She could go anywhere. Be anyone. It was her ticket out – far out and away. 
She'd be a fool to say no. Might as well get something for her trouble, she reasoned. 
And if the airship didn't happen to fly so damn high, she just might have found the wherewithal to take leave of the whole business. Instead it took all the grit she could muster, tucked against the lacquered wall of the airship and hanging on for dear life, just to hold in her tears and lunch. So when it came time to make for Ul'dah, she'd sooner board a proper boat, one which rested upon something she could see, than take to the skies again. But a prolonged journey at sea, already tipsy with an earful of all manner of ill that might befall a sea-faring vessel... at least the journey across the skies wouldn't take as long. Quick, yes. Painless, maybe? Still, choosing a speedy resolution wasn't quite the same as hitting back. 
So enveloped in the logistics if the burden set upon her, it wasn't until Napha went weak in the knees on the Steps of Nald – or was it Thal? – that she remembered why she had left her warm bed and her meager frustrations behind. 
These damned headaches... 
So when she looked up from the cobblestone, mind yet swimming in the currents of time, she hadn't really considered how questionable the whole proposition was. 
"We have a friend just like you, you know." 
"Your head run ragged with visions, innit?" 
"Oh, we'd love to introduce you!" 
"What's that now?" Napha's voice barely sounded like her own amid the ringing in her ears. The taller one – Yda, was it? - answered. 
"Just tell Momodi the Scions of the Seventh Dawn have found their woman. Oh, but don't spread that around." She followed up with a stage whisper. "It's a secret." She couldn't see it, but Napha swore she could hear the wink in her voice. 
Nophica's tits, was this a way out or just round two?
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graha-stan-account · 1 year ago
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Weal: Day 19
Weal: noun. That which is best for someone or something. 
Present. A nighttime visitor. Some comfort, assurance, but also hurt. Takes place during 6.0, Returning Home.
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Napha opened the glass shutters to her Annex room, the cool sea air sweeping up the hill and through the window. It was a temperate night in Sharlayan, and the sky was clear. Napha sat on the sill and looked up at the stars. When last she had gazed upon the darkened sky, she was sure it would never appear quite the same again. But strangely, from the heavens as from the ground, it remained unchanged. No matter how high she soared, those bright lights remained still infinitely further beyond her grasp. 
Now with Zodiark dispelled, it was only a matter of time before fate determined the mantle of hero fit ill upon Napha's shoulders. She cast her gaze to the bed, weary for sleep, but fearful of what may come the morrow. 
Then, there was a knock. There was but one who would call at an hour such as this. She pulled at the heavy door. G'raha was looking down at his hands, turning one over in the other, when he raised his head suddenly, face blossoming into a guileless smile. 
"How are you faring?" Napha leaned against the open door.
"In honesty, I am troubled." 
Napha's eyes went wide, and pulling the door further open, she bade him enter. He shook his head. 
"I will not keep you overlong." 
Napha gave the smallest of nods. She squeezed her fingers with the opposite hand. He stared at her politely as her gaze crawled over him, the door frame and the hallway beyond. She offered a weak smile. 
"I suppose this is liable to be the last quiet night we have to talk for some time," he said, his look softening at her familiar, anxious posture. "And there are things you would say too, then. I'd hoped as much." 
Napha stepped aside, clearing the floor before him. He stepped just over the threshold, out of the hall. 
"I am listening." Napha fought to clear the worry from her face. She tightened her lips, lifted her furrowed brow, stood a little straighter. 
"You are not a fool, my friend." G'raha's face wrinkled with sympathy. "Nor must you put on for my sake." All such tricks would not work on the reluctant former head of a city-state, it seemed. But, as though reading her mind, that he would now rebuke one of the many slights she leveled against herself in their closed company, served to scrub the pretension from her face. "Ah, now I can be at ease." 
His sentiments had shot clear through to her heart. Her sinuses burned, the small kindness near moving her to tears. How could this put him at ease? -  she wondered. 
"I pray when you look at me now you do not see the boy you knew, nor the beleaguered leader. Just the same, I am not here to talk to the Warrior of Light." He chuckled. "J'napha," his voice sobered, "matters will complicate from here, like as not. A difficult journey it has been, especially for you. But know this trial too shall conclude one day, and again... we'll begin anew! So you mustn't overtax yourself." He exhaled, considering for a moment. "For this I am also to blame. I've made it too easy for you to place yourself last. Pushed you further in the name of duty. 
"So before it becomes too much, before we all lean so heavily upon you, our most dependable companion, I ask you allow me to shoulder some of that burden. Seek me out when you have need. Know that I have learned from the Exarch's mistakes. A load shared by many makes for light work. For the good of all." 
She would not allow those tears swimming in her eyes to fall. He was right. More blood and death would come. More sorrow and pain. But Napha had steeled herself, too. And as she felt the bulwarks grow around her, she found it easier to stand, scaffolded not by duty and obligation, but by love. 
"...For the good of all," Napha replied, the words she meant to say catching in her throat and tumbling back down. 
I don't want to die. Not now. 
G'raha gestured with approval. Napha captured his fist with her hand and the moment froze, their fingers slowly moving over one another's. 
But yours would be worse.  
As she took in his satisfied grin, it was another's words which echoed persistently in her mind. 
"That's the thing with you adventurers. You're so damn good at leaving an impression, but you don't stick around long, do you?" 
"So, please. What was it you wanted to speak about?" G'raha asked. 
I very well could die. And it shall not be your penance. 
"Not a thing. You've put my mind at ease. Sleep well." 
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Clear: Day 14
Clear: n. free of any obstruction or unwanted objects. 
Make-up post! 
Present. Self-restraint is not G'raha's strong suit. Still, somehow he's holding himself back from the thing he desperately wants to do. Thankfully, he has an enabler. Post-6.0. 
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If bringing Etheirys back from certain doom seemed like an insurmountable task, G'raha Tia couldn't recall. The events of the past months felt a blur, a flurry of running two and fro, a breathless dream, even. On the other hand, these stacks of paperwork were very, very real. It had only been a few weeks since the Students of Baldesion began to accept new requests, but the speed with which they flooded in stirred dread which not long ago might have overtaken him. 
Part of the problem was the requests which had arrived before the End of Days had been averted hadn't been sorted out. As he and Krile sifted through the missives, it became evident a good amount of them were no longer relevant, given the circumstances. 
But they could not simply be tossed away wholesale. No, they needed to be examined by hand, each and every one. For all the magic he could wield, G'raha lamented he had not studied the art of conjury nearly enough to call up a familiar to help with even these menial tasks. 
He eyed the piles before him, each indistinguishable from the last. One of these stacks had been sorted, though. He was unsure which. 
He picked up a sheaf of paper and skimmed the page. It was not expired, as they'd taken to calling obsolete requests, but was it a priority? No, however... could it be taken care of quickly? Well... 
"Leave already. Go!" G'raha started at the sound of Krile's voice, the sheaf he'd been examining becoming a crumpled bouquet in his hand. He turned to face her a moment later, Krile standing with hands on her hips, staring with wide-eyed scrutiny at G'raha. 
"I-I'm working as fast as I can, Krile." He turned back to his work, wiping the newly-formed sweat from his brow. "Before we can begin to delegate these requests, we must prioritize them f--" 
"You're useless, Raha!" she shouted, her voice resonating up into the rafters. His posture stiffened and she dropped her pretense of anger, smiling knowingly. "Ever since J'napha stopped by you sigh and sigh and reshuffle the same pile. You know which request you ought to prioritize." 
G'raha blinked vacantly at her, tilting his head in lack of comprehension despite the burning in his face. 
"Go and see her!" She shoved at his thigh. "It wasn't an idle invitation. Have you lost your sense?" She paused a moment, and began again softer this time: "Go and see her." Her smile warmed all the way up to her eyes. 
"I..." He cleared his throat. "There is much yet to be done. I cannot bring myself to leave you on your own." 
Krile tapped her chest. "Raha, I haven't been alone. Besides, Ojika agreed to help me." 
"When did he agree to that?" 
"While you were sighing and fretting over that discard pile just there!" She covered the stack of paper with a slap of her hand. "Raha, I know you have simply been out of your head since everyone scattered to the four winds. Do you not think this is difficult for her, too? If she's calling on you, I see no reason to stand her pretending you're not ready to jump out of your skin for want of catching that next airship. Go. See her." She studied him a moment longer in silence, his expression still murky. "I'll file a request myself if it'll get you out of here faster." 
"Your point is made, Krile." G'raha chuckled, struggling to tidy the piles before him with trembling fingers. 
"Bah! All the wild things you do and yet this is what gives you pause." 
"If something comes up, do not hesitate to reach me via linkpearl. I won't be gone long." 
"Consider your schedule cleared!" She pushed him toward the big double doors of the main hall. "Besides, I'll do better with a helper who's not as lovesick by half!" 
"Krile!" 
"Give your lovely Warrior of Light my regards!" 
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Once Bitten, Twice Shy: Day 11
Once bitten, twice shy: idiomatic. A person who has failed or been hurt when trying to do something is careful or fearful about doing it again. 
Present; Napha and Dajhir are on a sibling date in La Noscea. Once they get past bickering, Dajhir finally opens up a bit about his recent past.
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The moon was high over Camp Bronze Lake, the odd raindrop plunking down into the mineralized waters of the hot springs as the distant crickets of late summer renewed their song. 
"I know you think I'm a fool." K'dajhir turned away from the moon, facing his sister. "A harlot." He tilted his head. "As someone so straight-laced, it must be embarrassing for you." 
"I can't tell if you're putting yourself down, or putting me down." J'napha propelled herself along the floor of the spring toward him. 
"Neither. I survived a Calamity. What care should I have for the opinions of others?" He shrugged. "Don't you wonder why I changed my name?" 
"I do. And when I asked you told me to 'nevermind about that.'" 
"Because it's a long story. One that's apt to get my words all tangled and," he sighed heavily, "it's a lot." 
"So is this you telling me now, or," she gestured behind her with a thumb, "shall I towel off?" 
"Full glad am I of your interest." He narrowed his eyes at her. "'Tis a better tale than the one of why you changed your name, though I'm sure Mother would love to hear it." 
Napha rolled her eyes. "Those traditions used to mean something to some of us, Dajhir. Doesn't mean I'm above putting necessity before pride." 
"Oh, yes," he said with a sneer. "A matter of survival, most definitely. Ph." 
"You don't remember what it was like."
"I do," he said, his words heavy as an anchor. "You haven't been back though... have you?" 
Napha looked away, lips tightly pursed, silent. 
"Mm." K'dajhir nodded, having obtained the answer he expected. "Little Napha, slayer of primals, liberator of nations, Warrior of the newly-found Big Mouth, can't bear to show her face at home." 
"You left first."
"I had to. There was no future for me there, and no reason to go back." 
"You said the same of me." 
"I did, but they'd be proud of you." He looked down, adding a flippant slight: "Well, perhaps if you hadn't changed your name, Ja'napha." 
"What of you? Ran off to join a stronger tribe? Ashamed after proclaiming you'd toss it all away? After you swore up and down you'd be a city boy, an adventurer or what have you, only to run back to what's familiar?"
"I did not go back to tribe life. I was serious when I said I didn't want that. I'm just..." he seemed uncomfortable. "Sentimental. I knew you wouldn't understand." 
"Wouldn't understand? How can I even try if you don't explain?" 
K'dajhir sighed heavily. 
Napha insisted with a flare of her eyebrows. 
"His name was Mjrn." K'dajhir bit his lip and turned back to face the moon's soft glow. "I met him in Coerthas, a time after the Calamity. He was a hired guide for a band of adventurers I happened to cross paths with. They were making their way south toward the Rhotano Sea." He peeked at her, placing a hand on his chest. "Me, in the frigid wastes?" He let loose a nervous little laugh "Mjrn knew before I did I was half frost-bitten."
"l'm still not seeing..." 
"His mountain name, as he called it, was Kallvjnd." A smile split his face. "By the time we reached the coast, we chose to be bonded together. Nothing fancy. I adapted his surname to my name, because... I wanted everyone to know he was mine." He paused for a moment, staring into the dark water. "He wanted to do the same. Tribal Viera change their names when they settle somewhere new, did you know? He wanted to use my given name for his surname."
Napha stifled a laugh, unsure if it was appropriate. 
"Oh, trust that I explained that to him." A chuckle escaped. "The fool used it anyway." 
"Dajhir..."
"That's the thing with you adventurers. You're so damn good at leaving an impression, but you don't stick around long, do you? You take too many risks - and trust me I love you for it, I do - but," his ears bent back and his look of determination wavered, "loss either hardens you or softens you. I haven't decided which I am yet." 
"I'm sorry." 
K'dajhir smiled, his eyes sparkling with a glassy sheen. "Do not be. Out of it, there's things I've learned. Life is short, for instance. So have that drink... kiss that boy." He moved forward, grasping her by the shoulders, giving her a little shake. "Oh Napha, can't you see? I'm still looking for romance! I'm just not looking for love. That path, I've walked it – it's lovely –but it hurts too much to go bounding down again. Instead, I live for the day now. So I don't let them break my heart when they go. And I don't think Mjrn would begrudge me for that. I still wear his name, after all." 
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Shed: Day 8
Shed: v. Discard. 
Present. Napha goes on her own journey after 6.0. And now that she's returned, she's got a lot of old junk to offload.
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The outside looked just as she had left it – slightly overgrown, vegetables not yet ripened, windows dark. She pressed the key into the door and turned until she heard a pleasant click within. Swollen from the thickness in the forest air, the cottage door needed a firm shoulder press to convince it to move over the threshold. 
Inside appeared crypt-like: dark, stale and cobwebbed. The few rays of light which spilled through the drawn curtains were a-glitter with a multitude of dust motes. And in the retreating dark lay piles of all the clutter J'napha had forgotten she had left behind in her haste. 
And that didn't account for all that was stuffed into her rucksack and the satchel she'd picked up on the road. The heavy bags tumbled off her shoulder onto the setee, sending puffs into the air of whatever became of a cottage when left unattended. 
She surveyed the mess. Too many years at The Rising Stones, she thought, nodding. With Tataru and the other less field-faring Scions picking up after her, she'd all but forgotten living quarters did not just tidy themselves. Well, perhaps Y'shtola's did. She crossed her arms and wondered where one could find an amenable poroggo or magicked broom on such short notice. 
No, it was just quicker to clear it herself.
The kitchen items went first to soak. Pots with spoons welded into the sticky, burnt mess of whatever had once been in them, followed by cutting boards caked with dried vegetable peels. There was a vine of tomatoes yet in the pantry, though Napha was not keen to check on it. 
Next she tore the dusty bedclothes from their place and dropped them in a heap. She did not have a second set and the sun was rapidly setting. She lit the lamps. It wouldn't be the first time she slept anywhere but the bed, even if her room in the Pendants had spoiled her. 
But sleeping on the floor after a long journey would be much more hospitable on clean floors. 
Sweeping, then. 
She blew dust from the tomes stacked on the floor and made for them a place on the tea table. All were much overdue back to the Noumenon, including those Napha had borrowed under G'raha and Krile's names when the reference mammets insisted she return some tomes before checking out yet another dozen. Some have exams approaching, the mammet had said. 
Napha grimaced and offered a silent prayer for whomever might have failed their arcane geometry exam several months ago on her account. 
There was also the matter of returning Y'mhitra's notes from their time together with Principia. She gathered the scrolls together and shook out the contents of her rucksack to replace them with the notes. Most were gifts to be sorted and delivered - from Ryne, Lyna, Runar and sundry. Still, things were not becoming much tidier. So much had happened it was seemed like a flash of time. No matter how much she sorted, sifted, reconfigured everything from her home, to her perspective, it just didn't feel right anymore. 
The bureau near the bed made a soft scraping sound as Napha opened it to reveal a set of green and gold robes she'd been all too happy to receive some time ago. They didn't belong in a drawer in the Shroud. They belonged in the hands of someone who could truly appreciate and care for them. No matter how Napha felt about it these days, they were artifacts and evidence that, for those who had helped her succeed over the years, their endeavors meant something. But she wouldn't not assist them further in reviving this long lost art. Napha drew a finger along the length of the Evoker's horn. Useful as it had all been, she beheld it now and felt nothing but guilt. 
Napha could no longer deny that fighting fire, so to speak, with fire had not in its own way contributed to deepening the wounds caused by primal summonings. From the fury of Dalamud's Bahamut, to Tiamat's keening anguish, to those tortured for their faith, and the trust betrayed by Varis-cum-Anima, whether by crystal or one's own aether, Etheirys had no love left for such effigies. And Napha would not remind its people of their scars still healing. 
She lifted the robes from the drawer. She grasped the horn in her hand.
And she packed them tidily away in her rucksack.
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Fulsome: Day 22
Fulsome: Adj. 1. complimentary or flattering to an excessive degree. 
of large size or quantity; generous or abundant. 
Ancient. Emet-Selch has rebuffed any attempts to kindle affections between himself and Azem. However, it is becoming slowly apparent the tides are turning. Oh and there's cookies. A lot of cookies. 
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Emet-Selch returned to his shared flat in early evening, the afternoon sun dripping like egg yolk down the facades of the nearby towers. The faint sound of crunching carried from the next room. Inside, Hythlodaeus was savoring something golden and rounded, crinkly and decidedly crunchy. 
"And what do you have there?"
"Some manner of biscuit. They're delightful! Upon the table there." He gestured vaguely toward the window from his spot, reclined on the settee. "Try one, try one, Hades."
Emet-Selch followed his hand and found on the sun-splashed side table an unfurled bundle of sweets, ringed by a colorfully patterned linen cloth. He had smelled the sweet honey flavor, smiled privately at the banded colors of their wrapping. And he had left them upon that very table, to enjoy away from his partner's prying eyes and Azem's smug mouth. 
"How many have you eaten!" Emet-Selch rushed over and folded the bundle shut. 
"Just a few.... dozen. The flavor... I  can't quite place it." 
"It's honey," he said aggravation acting as an underline in each sentence. "From the far reaches. The pollinating insects there feast most readily on a rare type of heather. As such, it may only be harvested for several weeks of the year. And it's currently out of season." He turned to Hythlodaeus, who swallowed with a bit of difficulty at the stare leveled at him. 
"Oh no." Hythlodaeus sat up suddenly, crumbs all about the front of his robes. "Tell me these are not Astrea's gift to you?" 
"It's... fine." Emet-Selch gripped the spare cloth on the bundle tighter. He sighed, his brow lifting, a resigned smile crawling across his face. "Quite good, are they...?"
"They're unlike anything I've tasted before." Hythlodaeus studied him a moment. "What's more, I'm," he chuckled, "taken by surprise that you not only now listen, but have retained her expositions. Forgive my skepticism you would ever accept a token of her affection." 
"Affection...?" 
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"Why are you giving me this?" 
"You prefer these, don’t you?" There was hesitancy in her voice. 
"Yes... However," Emet-Selch followed Azem with his eyes. "I have the creeping feeling you're after something." 
Azem gave him a confused look. "I've been gone for several moons. What could I possibly be scheming?" She paused, then lunged for his hands. "If you're of the mind to refuse my gift--" 
Emet-Selch pulled away, face hot. "No, no. These will do." 
When she had taken her leave, Emet-Selch looked down at the wrapped confections. He admired the woven cloth, its colors likely auspicious in the tradition of whichever tribe had crafted the design. He breathed deeply the scent of honey and wheat, distinctly represented, emanating from within. The wheat was ground by stone, like as not, and coarse. Nutty, hearty and satisfying. 
And the honey. He knew it by scent alone. A honey he had tasted only once before. On a hillside. Upon the tip of a proffered finger. By starlight and under a curtain of indigo. 
And in the cover of dark he had let his heart be revealed. 
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It seemed now as a dream. It was but a mundane errand for which she summoned him, but in her company the simplest things seemed overtaken as though by an intoxicating perfume. It took weeks to finally clear his head of its influence. 
So he thought. 
Hythlodaeus was kicking his feet with glee, crumbs flying about. 
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