#amyeric

[felldownanotherrabbithole]

Me seeing what is obviously a scam: Pfff, who would fall for this. It's so obviously-...Wait is that?

ESTINIEN NO!

[pumpkinmagekupo]

Clear Skies <(clickable)

Mizuki still suffers with amnesia. Amyeric laments her loss, their loss. But what can they do to save her memories?

Y’shtola frowned “Then we failed to destroy it.”  She looked at Mizuki, who seemed  confused.  “When Mizuki destroyed it previously we had the aid of Moenbryda, but it also resulted in her sacrifice.  Our force alone was unable to break it. ”

“We should return to Ishgard before night draws in,” Estinien cautioned, mounting his chocobo.

“We can discuss our next plan of action upon our return,” Y’shtola agreed.

Aymeric was quiet.  Mizuki glanced at him as he walked over to his chocobo, looking so dejected as he reached for the reins.  Why did it pain her so much to see him like this?

The ride back was silent. 

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The last part of A Long Fall is finally done!

Voidsent ramblings

[irisopranta]

FFXIV Write Day 18 Hackneyed

“I can’t believe there are so many of them.” Joye was in awe at how many book were based on her lady. Iris was at the book shop with Joye. She was looking over the romance novels.

“Yeah. Though they can be hackneyed.” Iris told her. “Like this one. Me and amyeric, surprised marriage, boring domestic life.” She placed it back on the shelf before picking up another. “Artoriel who had a love potion slipped to me. Turns out I actually loved him all that time.”

“It’s can’t be all that bad? right?” Joye’s eyes were wide and her voice was shaking.

“Some aren’t, there are even some great ones with them or Steph.” Iris sighed after uttering those words “However, too many of them are like this. Or…” She trailed off.

Joye was curious now. “Or?”

Iris could only sigh “Don’t tell Steph, but so many of them of them have me be with dragons. And they make human forms for them too which is weird.”

[cyreashrem]

If it weren’t for the fact that Amyeric has a crushing amount of responsibility that he needs to bear because he’s duty bound and hella responsible, he’d be dunking on the bad guys with us probably

a moment of silence for aymeric please

[halsins-herbal-underpants]

Send me prompts! If you'd like

I want more practice with short pieces

Characters I can write:

BG3, any mxm pairing, Gortash, Raphael, Abdirak, Karlach

FFXIV - Thancred/Urianger, Emet Selch, Exarch, Amyeric, Estinian, Meteor, Ardbert, Ancients

FF7 - Zack/Cloud, Tifa/Cloud/Aerith (or same plus Zack)

SFW or NSFW, kinks all good

[karoiseka]

Happy Birthday Alyx!! <3  @aethernoise

[jaded-canadian]

@more-carbuncles-needed​ Yeah, its fine Amyeric they can walk it off

oh, I am going to have to tank this

I think he deserves to lose some of the responsibilities and just go a bit feral and hit things with his sword for fun.

(I was trying to type a whole coherent sentence while staring directly at how the picture rendered his lips and I think I am very brave for even attempting language)

[nightshade-moon]

Based on personality, the Stranger Things teens as Anne With an E characters (apparently Billy’s herd together)

[gilbvrtblythe]

Our favorite farm-hand <3

[mcfc-enthusiast]

[scotianostra]

On March 25th 1306 Robert the Bruce, Earl of Annandale, was crowned King of Scots at Scone.

Although we recognise this as  a defining moment for the Bruce, the reality of the time was he had very little support. Crucially though the church backed him,  Bishop Wishart of Glasgow,  pardoned him for his supposed crime, that being the murder of the Red Comyn at Dumfries. Wishart convinced Bruce that the time was right to declare himself king and helped organise his coronation.

The ceremony took place without the Stone of Scone and the Scottish Crown Jewels. These had been taken to England by Edward I in 1296.

The crowning of the Scottish monarch was traditionally performed by the head of the Clan McDuff at Scone.  However, John Comyn, Earl of Buchan, who should have had this privilege, had sided with the English.  Instead, his wife Isobella, the Countess of Buchan (and more importantly, a McDuff) came to Scone to perform the ceremony.  She arrived a day after Bruce had been crowned but gave it the McDuff endorsement, without which, some felt the ceremony would be invalid.

Bruce suffered a number of setbacks in his first few months as king, he was  defeated by an English force at Methven, and suffered heavy losses. He retreated from this defeat towards his homelands in the south west.

Before he could reach his lands, Bruce’s remaining supporters were virtually wiped out by the Scottish noble, John MacDougall.

MacDougall was a supporter of  The Red Comyn and was looking to exact revenge for the murder at Greyfriars.

Bruce's brother, Neil was hung, drawn and beheaded. His wife, sisters and daughter were captured by English forces and placed under house arrest. They were kept as hostages. They were put in cages that hung from the walls of Berwick and Roxburgh Castles, respectively, as a warning to other rebels.

Bruce fled the Scottish mainland.  At this point in his reign, Bruce had gained the nickname King Hob – he was 'King Nobody’.   It is not known exactly where he went, although he probably spent the winter on an island off the west coast of Scotland. Some historians suggest he stayed on Rathlin Island between Kintyre and County Antrim in Northern Ireland.

It is during this time the legend of the spider came about.

Legend tells us that, while waiting out the winter of 1306, he watched a spider on the cave building a web in the cave's entrance. The spider fell down time after time, but finally he succeeded with his web. So Bruce decided also to retry his fight and told his men: "If at first you don't succeed, try try and try again".

Bruce returned to the mainland in early 1307 and was more successful.

From February to April 1307, Bruce gathered support in his family lands at Carrick and managed to defeat a small English garrison at Glen Trool. In May 1307, Bruce was then able to defeat a much larger English force, led by Amyer de Valance, at Loudoun Hill. Bruce arrived in the area first and was able to prepare an ambush. He set traps and took up position on the higher ground. He no doubt to inspiration from Sir William Wallace, and knew he stood little chance of defeating the English in an open battle.

I shall post more about the events that happened after the Coronation as the year goes on. 

Pics are Lady Buchan crowning Robert the Bruce at Scone in 1306; from a modern tableau at Edinburgh Castle, and a scene from the 2019 film depicting the event.

[weatheredpileoftomes]

fury’s mercy

For FFxivWrite2022 Day 14, “attrition”—I stuck on the archaic definition of “sorrow for one's sins that arises from a motive other than that of the love of God”. Majha and Aymeric, just post the lv 57 dungeon, ~450 words. Spoilers through that point in msq; reference to canonical character death, Aymeric likers maybe skip this one my narrator is not feeling charitable.

She will not bring about the end of Ascalon alone.

Majha puts both hands on Aymeric’s desk and leans across it. “Have you sorted out your bureaucratic issue yet?”

He looks tired.

He’s made that not her problem.

“The High Hous—”

“The High Houses,” Majha hisses, “have ruled thanks to a set of murderous lies for a thousand years. The High Houses are propping up an archbishop who just tried to have his own son scrubbed off the face of the star for pointing that out.”

He winces at that.

Majha’s lashing tail hits something solid—Alphinaud’s leg, by his grunt of pain. She’ll apologize later. “Count Fortemps agreed months ago to sponsor my friends. Your bureaucratic issue means I’ve already had to kill one primal alone. It means I had to slay Nidhogg himself, who has been seeking revenge for your ancestors’ theft and murder, without anyone I trusted to keep his attention off of me.”

She hadn’t even had Ysayle, for that, though that isn’t Aymeric’s or the High Houses’ fault. She doesn’t know if Ysayle will ever be willing to join them again. It’s a different kind of pain than the failure to save Haurchefant, but it carries its own fear.

That, as well as the common fear that burns in her now. Anything could happen to Ysayle, yes, but anything could already be happening to Ta’rhiki and Sonjha and Chaanqa right now. Who’s keeping them safe? What if they die, too, and Majha isn’t even there?

“Thordan is a primal.” Majha’s tail hits Alphinaud again. This time he actually backs up. “He killed a man you claim was your friend while you watched.”

“X’majha, please!” Amyeric says, at the same time as Lucia’s stern “X’majha.”

Majha grits her teeth. “My apologies.” Aymeric isn’t acting like he cares, but then, he doesn’t ever. He’s a politician to the bone. “He is a primal. I will hunt him and his tempered slaves to the far end of the star for what they did, whether you’re willing to grant me allies or not, but I would think it would be in the High Houses’ interests to have three other adventurers blessed with the Echo and willing to fight at the Nidhogg slayer’s side, excessive influx of foreign influence or no.”

It is very, very clear that Aymeric and Lucia don’t know Miqo’te. Aymeric has barely leaned back in his chair the whole time. “I understand that, and you have my sincere apologies for the delay—”

“You will bring my friends safely to me,” Majha snarls, “or the next time a dragon comes here seeking revenge for a thousand years of pointless slaughter you’d better hope the Fury has mercy on you, because I won’t.”

[starsoverishgard]

#multiamorymarch - Day 10: Beds

Ah I have some catching up to do. Was sick the last couple days. Mihri and Amyeric, post-HW resting after a long day of work.

Mihri heard a noise. For all his training, Aymeric sleeps like the dead at times, especially when he’s with Mihri or Estinien. He knows they’ll protect him.

She reluctantly climbs out of bed to see Estinien, perched in the rafters of their room.

He’s shed most of his armor, but can’t bring himself to completely let his guard down even in the safety of Ishgard. Nonetheless, Mihri is going to take advantage of his presence.

And Estinien is going to let her.

(Sorry these were so dark. It’s night, so I was sort of hoping it would reflect that.)

[the-dragons-knight]

FFXIV Write 2021

Prompt #8 - Distractions

<Mature Themes and Suggestive Content>

Adroit - ‘clever or skillful in using the hands or mind’

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The ink flowed smoothly from Aymeric’s quill onto the parchment before him as he wrote out his response to the report, one of the many he had brought home with him this evening. He would have done them in the morning, but they would need to be sent out at dawn promptly, and so there was no time to wait. It was growing harder for him to read the letters though as they had begun to blur having written so many in the few hours he’d been sitting here. That and it was also growing more difficult to stay focused with his lovely Katsum working not so far away from him.

The raven-haired noble glanced up from his work to see the miqo’te woman sitting at her loom working a very colorful design, weaving the strings back and forth carefully with a most concentrated look on her face. Her ears were tilted forward slightly as she moved, her eyes flitting back and forth as she wove. He found himself staring for a moment, a soft smile crossing his lips. She must have felt him staring because she glanced over only to catch his eye and blush slightly with a soft giggle, her tail curling bashfully over her lap. He smiled apologetically at his wife and turned his gaze back to this report, a bit of energy renewed to finish these works and finally get to lift her into his arms and finally wind down. The scrawling of his pen on the paper filled the room as he lent over the page, narrowing his gaze on the words.

‘…and so it is our duty to ensure the provisions of the villages are protected and kept secure. A village at risk of attack and theft shall quickly only find ruin’-

“Aymeric, did you hear me?”

“Huh?” His head snapped up to look at her and for a moment, his eyes blurred and he groaned, covering his eyes with his free hand.

Katsum sighed and he heard her shift out of her chair as she moved over to his side, setting a hand on his arm to comfort him. She had come home shortly after him to find him hard at work in the study, and truthfully had been saddened to see work had come home with him, yet she knew he would have left it in the congregation if he could have. So she had come to work on some of her crafting projects to keep him company. She’d been peeking over and watching him as he worked to make sure the work wasn’t getting to him, and she’d caught his gaze here and there and flirted silently with him, but she began to notice that he looked wearier the longer he wrote. Finally, she called out to him and asked, “Perhaps you should finish them first thing in the morning, dear. You look like you need a bit of rest.” When he hadn’t answered her, she called out again, and his reaction confirmed her thinking.

She stood beside him and touched his arm as he shook his head to try and see again, “Are you alright, my love?”

Aymeric blinked painfully for a moment as he slowly sat up straight, “I think I am, yes. Sorry to worry you.”

She sighed, patting his arm before reaching over to brush his bangs out of his eyes, “It is but an “occupation hazard” as they say for my dear, overworked husband.”

“Indeed, indeed.”

“Plus,” Katsum leaned down and kissed his cheek lightly, surprising him, “ As much as I love your beautiful handwriting and your skill as a politician, I was hoping to have a bit more…intimate time with you tonight. Writing is not the only thing your hands are skilled at after all…”

Aymeric’s face warmed up a light at her words and he saw that hers had burned a much darker shade too at her own words, a sight that always made him melt, “Hmm…I had hoped to do the same. I cannot say that I haven’t been a bit distracted watching you work at the loom. It made it rather hard to stay focused,” He reached up and caressed her cheek which she leaned into with a pleasant little sigh, “So beautiful, my talented little wife.”

“Katsum nuzzled into his hand as she held it close to her, “Come, let these reports wait until tomorrow, and come spend time with me.”

How tempting she made the offer with the smoldering look into her eyes and the gentle sway of her tail around her legs. Aymeric had to swallow thickly to keep himself grounded, though his mind still wandered and he could feel himself growing excited. He cleared his throat quickly to try and rid himself of his thoughts, startling Katsum a bit as he gently took back his hand and reached for the quill again, “I am sorry to make you wait, my love, I am, but I really must finish these before anything else.”

His fingers brushed the feathered quill when suddenly his chair was pulled back nearly against the wall, and his beloved moved to stand in front of him before pouncing on him, his hands catching her waist as she straddled his legs and pressed her body against his. Aymeric’s breath hitched in his throat as his hands shook slightly on her waist, and he glanced down to see her short skirt was nearly riding up her thighs. He could feel her sitting right on top of him, her warmth emanating through the layers of fabric.

“Aymeric~” Katsum tilted his head back up to look into her gaze, locking her shining blue eyes with his and the heated look he saw in them. She grinned before her face changed to a bit more of a pouting expression, the gentle candle light of the room giving her an angelic glow as she dropped her ears and said, “I can’t help myself anymore. I…want your attention, Amyeric.”

By the Fury, she had learned him well. She had him right where she wanted him, and at this point, he had no intentions of fighting it. Not when her soft skin was pressed against him like this and her warmth enveloping him like a blanket. His mind wandered freely again and he found his trousers were growing a bit tighter than usual. She’d caught him, and he was perfectly fine with that.

Before she could speak again, he raised a hand to her face and pulled her down to his lips as he pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her back. She was surprised at the gesture for only a second before she sighed into the kiss and pressed against him, pushing him with her eikon-slaying strength against the back of the chair. He groaned into the kiss and his fingers strayed from her back to the base of her light furred tail, scratching it lightly and smiling as she flexed against him with a moan. She pulled away from the kiss, her pupils now wide with excitement as she grinned sensually and pressed her forehead to his while moving a hand to rub his chest and sides through the fabric of his shirt.

“Come now, my sweet Aymeric, are you sure you absolutely must return to your documents?” She accented these words with a gentle roll of her hips that nearly sent him heavenward. His eyes darkened finally as she continued to rub his chest while leaning down to nuzzle his neck and kissing the soft spots around his ears and under his raven curls.

Aymeric’s hand on her cheek brushed around to the back of her neck and moved to tangle itself with her blonde tresses, groaning softly as he lay his head back and moaned out softly, “Nay…that I do not now that you have awoken me, my love. I only need you now…”

[buns-with-a-book]

14 ficlet for some Venting and things that happen. Spoilers abound for post!ARR (but before HW)! For context, my Warrior of Light is a black mage Viera named Lily Wisteriale. 

My apologies if Haurchefant reads as out of character, it’s my first time writing anything for this fandom. 

Everything burned. By the Twelve, did everything burn.

No heavier did any weight fall on her shoulders than what lay now. Her wrists ached from the rope, body bruised from the manhandling, and heart threatening to ram itself out of her chest from what she saw. It all happened so fast, she could still see the sultana's poison-choked corpse before her.

And now, all that was around her was silent frozen snow, a faint comfort to ease the burn of betrayal. Lily Wisteriale, Warrior of Light, master of the black art, daughter of the Black Lily was no stranger to any of it. But this hurt in her heart, threatening to spill over, was a discomfort she hated.

But she couldn't let it out. Not here, alone in the snow and under the stars. Not where witnesses could come across her, Dravarian or strange Coarthian alike. Not where she was vulnerable, in a state that was vulnerable enough as is.

And so she walked. Onward to Dragonhead Keep. Onward with her head high. That's what she had to do, right? To bring the dawn, as the Warrior of Light, with her head held high, a smile on her face, and a visage that bore every confidence that she would get out of this alive.

As she passed through the gates of Dragonhead Keep, across the cobblestone grounds, and through the door with Alphinaud, the voice of a familiar face lifted her dreary spirits.

"Why, friends!" Haurchefant exclaimed with a wide smile on his face. "You're back-"

"Haurchefant, friend, we need to talk in private for a moment." Lily interrupted him, trying not to let her voice break in this moment. Haurchefant's smile faltered briefly, unused to the unintended sharpness in her voice. His eyes lingered on her for a moment as he thought of the words to say.

"Very well. As long as you need, dear friend." He soothed, walking around his desk to rest a careful hand on her shoulder. He guided her out of the fortress to the private incessionary, where she had once met with Ser Amyeric and his commander Lucia. The door closed behind them. "Would you like me to-"

Not a moment he opened his mouth, Lily turned, clinging onto him. Tears and sobbing finally bid freely from the Viera mage, hands digging into the chain of his hauberk. Haurchefant could only stand there, surprised by the outpouring of emotion from Lily.

"T-They're gone! Dead! The Scions, Raubahn, Nanamo, oh Nanamo!" She wailed into his shoulder. "I-I couldn't...I couldn't save her! That fucking Lalafell stormed in before I could get help, everyone thinks the savior of Eorzea is a murderer!" She pulled back, face soaked with tears. "Not a month prior, I slew Gaius van Baelsar, the Black Wolf, and his weapon of madness, and this is what happens to me? Is this how saviors are thanked, with accusations thrown at their feet of regicide? I should have never left the forests I came from-"

"Lily, please." Haurchefant gently soothed, wiping away the tear-trails on her face. "One event at a time. From what I understand, the banquet was a rousing success, although Ser Aymeric had to return to fend off the dragons." He gently pulled her to the hearth, pulling up a chair for her to sit down. "I am here. Now, warm up by the hearth and, if it is not too much of a strain, I'd like to hear what happened over something warm to drink."

"T-Thank you..." She murmured, lowering her head. Her ears drooped down with them. "It's just...it's so much, in so little time, I feared I wouldn't hold it in much longer." She glanced back up to Haurchefant. "The story will take longer than 'just a moment' and I know you're busy-"

"Nonsense." Haurchefant chuckled. "You're a friend of Ishgard and a friend to me, Lily. If you need my ear, I will gladly lend it." The Viera smiled faintly.

"Thank you...it...it means a lot to me to have someone 'in my court' as it were." She said shakily. "Nothing strong, please. I need all my wits for this story and, well, my wits are still a bit scrambled from running for my life." Haurchefant nodded supportingly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief, handing it to the thaumaturge.

"I believe you need this for the moment, until my return." He said. She nodded and took the handkerchief, blowing her nose into the fabric. She returned her gaze to the blaze as she cleaned herself up as best she could, occasionally letting out a whimper of a sob. She heard him return a few minutes later, along with the smell of food. Haurchefant sat down across from her and handed her a mug of a steaming hot beverage, a mug she happily took.

"Now, start from the beginning. What happened in Ul'dah?" He asked. Lily could sense the infinite patience in his voice. She took in a breath, drank from the warm mug, and let out a slow exhale to calm herself.

"I was called to meet with her before the banquet." She began. "She wanted to abdicate the throne, to establish a far and equitable republic. I voiced my concerns, especially with that little shite Teledji, but she simply...nodded in understanding. She knew it would be difficult but she had every faith in Raubahn and the other leaders to make the transition worked. We were going to toast to it but she...she began to convulse so violently, I could only sit there, I had no idea what to do. She fell to the floor...dead, poisoned by her own wine, and as I tried to help her, Teledji burst in right on cue and frames me for murder!"

"It seems like he was the assassin." Haurchefant mused quietly.

"He was. As I was put into rope to be dragged before the very feast that was supposed to be in honor of me and the Scions, I asked him why a Royalist like myself, who had done everything to aid her and Raubahn, who defended Ul'dah from the Garlean Empire along with Gridania and Limsa Lominsa, would poison her b-but he slapped me in a bid to silence me." Lily continued. For a brief moment, Haurchefant's hands tightened briefly, a flicker of anger, before it was replaced by calm silent support. "I wonder who was worse, him or his sellswords who were supposed to be protectors of Ul'dah. The sellswords mocked me every step of the way, how I..." She stopped, closing her eyes.

"Do not repeat those words if they cause you pain." Haurchefant spoke, a gentleness that made the Viera smile faintly.

"Captain Illberd, a man I thought I trusted, threw me in front of the guests at the banquet, branding me as an assassin. He claimed some mere bottle I found in the desert was the container of poison used on her. The Scions, they claimed my innocence, but no one else did. I-I suppose I can understand the leaders being hesitant, I have done more to aid them than they can express in words and they wished to see the situation unfold before acting, but their guards bid them to escape and...and so they did, without a peep."

"Perhaps to avoid being targets themselves? They represent a nation, after all." Haurchefant offered.

"I suppose. With news of a new emperor in Garlemald, their people need them more than ever." Lily said with a sigh. Haurchefant nodded at that and silently bid her to continue.

"Raubahn, he was so hurt by the death of Nanamo, I-I had never seen him so...so broken. If there is one victory I can take from that night, it's the fact that he undid himself." Lily's lips turned into a smile. "Raubahn was a gladiator before he became a general, and before that, a blade in Ala Mhigo. He was known as the Bull...and one does not taunt a bull without meeting the horns. Teledji gloated about his victory and met with Raubahn's fury. He is dead and, with him, whatever glory he would have had in the settling dust."

"But...it is a hallow victory." Haurchefant mused. Lily frowned again before nodding.

"Yes. He claimed himself as the assassin of Nanamo, perhaps only to torture and goad Raubahn further. He freed me and bid us all to run...and so we did. We have no allies, branded murderers, and...and all we could do was run. The other Scions, they...they stayed behind to stay the tide of armed men after us. I can only presume they are dead." She sniffed. "The only good fortune that night was reuniting with Alphinaud and another Lalafell, one who Raubahn took in as a son, a vice-general. We escaped with a peddler I met when I first came to Ul'dah, rode Cid's airship here and...well, here we are. Speaking about the night's events." She leaned back to take a long drink of the contents of her mug before slowly lowering it. "I have no doubt Alphinaud is cursing himself for his perceived failings...but I didn't come out of this unscathed either if...well..." She looked away awkwardly.

"It's alright, friend." Haurchefant set his mug down on the table. He reached over to gently pull the mug out of her hands, setting it on the table as well. He clasped her hands into his, giving them a squeeze. "I know you're innocent. And not because you told me you are. You've saved countless knights and my friend from the jaws of death. I have full confidence you'll clear your names." He smiled. "The Ishgardian reputation for inhospitality will be a boon to you this time. If anyone asks about you, they'll be turned away. By lancepoint, if need be."

"Thank you, Haurchefant. I mean that sincerely." She let out a slow shaky exhale. "I need some time to...to get over this. And I'll have to borrow your time as well." She looked back up at him. "May I beg on your kindness for a little longer?"

"Anything you need, Lily."

"Just...hold me. For a while. Even if the chairs aren't too comfy but I...I need it." Haurchefant blinked, feeling warmth rush to his ears before he smiled at the Viera.

"It's fortunate that I told my men that I will not be available for a time." He said. Lily smiled before settling onto his lap, draping her arms around his neck and her face into his skin. Haurchefant closed his eyes, half-resigning himself to comforting a clearly hurt and scared mage until morning light. It was a side of the Warrior of Light he never thought he would see...no, Lily wasn’t the Warrior of Light in this moment. She was his friend, a friend who needed the comfort of another in this vulnerable moment in time. He rested his head against hers, briefly catching the scent of the lilies she was named after, and let out a slow easy sigh. 

There, they would remain until the morning light. With it, the responsibilities of commander and Warrior of Light awaited them both. 

[ncegling]

Give Amyeric a tall auri boyfriend