#kirian summers

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2024 27. Memory

Featuring: @driftward 's Zoissette Vauban (Mention) and Nyx Blackmoon (Mention), @scrollsfromarebornrealm 's FFXVI AU Characters: Y'zel Tia, Kirian Summers, U'rahn Nuhn, U'nyxia Rahn, Claudien Expansion: Endwalker(Setting) Rating: T Summary: Small Vignettes Notes: Nothing stuck so have a lot of somethings

A memory, repeating

“Oh Y’zel. I really wish you wouldn’t let those boys get to you,” Ysayle huffed.

Y’zel furrowed his brow, ears flitted back as Ysayle dabbed a cotton swab along a cut on his chest. “They were mocking my dad,” he said defensively.

Ysayle narrowed her eyes then bandaged the scrape before giving it a little slap to seal it before starting to scold him, “Raiden can take care of himself and until you grow the muscle to back up your mouth.” 

Y’zel whimpered, putting back on his shirt as Ysayle took a seat next to him on his bed, letting him rest his head on her shoulder.

Y’zel stirred a bit in his sleep on the gazebo bench but did not wake. He gently nuzzled into Zoisstte’s shoulder and muttered. “Sister…”

A memory, yet five years from now

“So. You think you’re good enough for my daughterrr…”

Kirian watched as the Warrior of Light, Nuhn of the Drake Tribe of the Forgotten Springs, U’rahn, paced before him, tail swishing about behind him. He’d known the man his entire life but upon finding U’nyxia, U’rahn’s daughter, had a crush on him, the man had come to treat him like a stranger.

“That is for her to deicde,” he answered, staring up at U'rahn.

“I see. And if U’nyxia let’s say is cornered by a sandworm. Would you push her out of the way and let it swallow you instead? Would you fight a legion of magitek hoards to keep her safe? What about dragons? Trrravel to the ends of space and time itself for herrr,” U’rahn drilled, pointing at the various tomes on his shelves, novelizations of his adventures.”

“...I’m ten. My dads won’t even let me hold a sword yet,” Kirian protested.

U’rahn blinked and looked at him. “Oh yeah. Huh, strange. The girls could all swing a sword and fire arrows at your age,” he mused before going on into something else entirely. “Just remember. If you hurt her you won’t have to worry about me, but my wife.”

Kirian’s chest swelled as he held U’nyxia’s hands, smiling down at her as he thought of the first time he actually had to think about their future together. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her as her grandfather finished their ceremony, pulling back to see her father balling his eyes out while his wife stared at him dead on. 

A memory, altered twice forward

“I’m never going to be as he wants me to be. Why can he not see that? I want to run away. I hate it here so much. I want to go home to Old Sharlayan and forget this place. I- I-,” Y’zel cried out, tears streaming down his face.

Claudien didn’t know what to do, Y’zel having come out of nowhere and into his arms. He did his best to shoosh the other, stroking back their ears. Y’zel lifting their head and gazing into his eyes, he offered a smile then found the other lifting on their toes to kiss him. He remained frozen for a moment, unsure what to do. Y’lem was his mentor and yet…he could not deny the affection he’d built up for Y’zel. Giving in, Claudien pulled them close, an arm going around their waist to pull them closely forward.

And then the chill set in. He felt goose pimples spread across arms, hair rising as the floor underneath them froze. Y’zel pulled away, eyes shining blue before he started to let out a strained cry. Cold aether flooded the room as ice crawled up the walls, Y’zel’s frightened screams echoing in his ears.

Claudien snapped out of it as applause rancorously filled the opera house. His heart raced, as he came off the daydream, only soothed as Y’zel ran into his arms and kissed him, hidden by wing’s curtains. Unaltered. Unprimed. Safe, for now.

[weilaverdui]

Once upon a Stormy Night

As a parting gift for this messy year, Weil finally tested the last bugfix Kirian made, and reuploaded the result of Weird Birds summer struggles.

It is our submission for Yaoi Game Jam, a short visual novel, where I did the backgrounds and coding, @haelvogel did some marvellous art, @masterofrecords wrote the text (and oh god, I love the writing in this thing), and our friend Kirian wrote the dialogue system (which is magic).

It is a supernatural romance (or not! There is a possibility to just stay friends, though we did not have enough time to explore all the complexities of human - and inhuman - relationship) story with two main interest characters and a supporting cast of weird Cat and Raven. A lot of misunderstandings, a lot of humour, handsome characters (I will praise my friends, yes).

It can be played in browser, on Android, on Win and on Linux. (Looks like you can save the game in browser if you are logged in on Itch.io, btw). And it's also completely free.

Also, here is the post about making 3d for this game!

[earth-9602]

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[allersinwonderland]

I feel like I'm not alone in the 2024 return to tenipuri! My return was April to contracts.

My first interaction with Prince of Tennis was either in 2006 or 2008 (I doubt it was 2005) when I saw it airing during a summer vacation in China on BTV10 (before it became the cartoon Kaku channel). Then around 2009 is when I dove into fanfiction dot net, created an account, and slowly started to really immerse myself in various stories as a reader. I was and am especially fond of the OC community from the nonfiction community, and I hold a lot of those works, authors, and memories with such positive memories. My distancing from tenipuri coincideding with going through high school and college, as I generally distanced from both anime & manage in general and the various OC authors previously mentioned slowly started to leave the FF community (school/ work/ life/ left fandom etc). At this point during these years, I was a manga-canon girl only.

I had a brief stint in college where I binge read the manga again, sometime during 2017-2018....and am mini revival of certain stories (@xcoffeelatte @tcafs08) and then I came back to tumblr to try to eat my feelings and felt the joy of being a fangirl.

It seems that unlike @galaticyarn I this time around decided to join discord, AO3, and try my hand in writing fics. I don't play Tenirabi given its all in japanese and i just really dislike rhythm games in general, but i love reading the fan-translated events in it (i wish i liked rhythym game). I never previously read any of the BL/ shonenai ships in prince of tennis....was all het (Female OC x tenipuri character; KiriAn, and RyoSaku), so to me, engaging and indulging in a large part of the fandom has been eyeopening. I don't actively ship, have a few ships I'm not a fan of...but overall much more mellow.

THEN I DID SHINTENI which put me off of tenipuri initially cause i was so MAD by the whole premise (still kinda am but its more of an "is what it is attitude". Twitter is much more active than discord, but overall fandom seems to be in a mini-lul period (unless tenimyu. that causes some commotion the past few weeks).

IDK how long this venture back to tenipuri fandom will have on me...but each time it's such a fun time back down memory lane (and adding to it. like...RYOGA? mouri? also freaking just learned so many years late FUJI ALMOST TRANSFERED TO RIKKAI WILL NEVER stop to shock me).

Blabbering about Tenipuri

In early 2024, I finally read The New Prince of Tennis and had so many thoughts that I figured I may as well write them up for sharing. I got into The Prince of Tennis around 2006 when I was the same age as some of the characters. These were the days of Livejournal, as well as fanfiction dot net, AKA the pit of voles. My favorite ship was InuKai. Over the next few years, I gradually faded out of the fandom until I basically didn’t think about Tenipuri whatsoever. From roughly 2012-2017, I wasn’t really in online fandom at all. I never made the change from LJ to Twitter or Tumblr.

Sometime around 2016, I got back into Tenipuri because of a friend on Plurk, a social media site that still shows you posts from people you follow in chronological order. I ended up joining the Tenipuri Discord as well as AO3, watched some of Tenimyu for the first time, and wrote fics for the first time since the LJ days. I started playing Rising Beat, and went downhill from there (in a good way.) As an adult, my views on the characters that I used to dislike have softened to the point that I pretty much like all of them. My favorite individuals and ships definitely shifted around and I’d be hard pressed to pick only one character or one ship, because I get different things out of each. 

Now that I have read Shinteni, I gained 5 (five!) new ships. For a while they were filling my mind when I would wake up earlier than my alarm, and when I would try to fall asleep. I guess this goes to show how very much I am into Tenipuri. I haven't been very active in fandom Discord servers now that those seem to be where everyone is, but I’m feeling the urge to try online fandom again. I can’t believe I missed out on the Tenirabi zines because I had muted the entire server…

All this to say I’m back :) 

[keevathescaledshadow]

Location: Refugee Camp/Summer home

When: A few days after the rebel attack

Who: @stoneward-princess​

Fire. Screaming. Blood and smoke. The crunch of bone and the burning in her chest. 

Keeva’s eyes flew open as the nightmare startled her away. She blinked against a bright cast of sun streaming in through the window.

Rathal… did I actually fall asleep? It’s afternoon already.

Keeva usually slept during the day, though usually for only a few hours at a time. However, the last couple days had been an endless march of sleepless middays for her. Guilt and anxiety had eaten each other's tails, becoming an ouroboros of insomnia. She felt so helpless. Hardly leaving Josefin’s side since they had arrived, her restlessness and exhaustion from the attack, the fighting, the running, had all caught up with her. After her dream, she wasn’t sure she felt any less exhausted. She propped herself up to glance over her shoulder only to find her heart nearly stop at an empty bed. 

“Nononononooo…” Keeva felt the panic rise up in her. All of the gentle reassurances from Kirian flew from her mind. She tried to breathe as she shot up from the bed and bolted for the door. If she could find Kirian, or someone else, someone who could tell her what happened---

As soon as she exited the room a familiar scent hit her nose. Much stronger than it had been in that location in days, than it should have been.

Unless…

Keeva nearly sprinted after the scent, leading her down onto the main floor and towards the back of the house. Fueled by a new sense of urgency. She rounded a corner to see the hallway she was in open into a Kitchen. The slid to a halt as she saw a familiar tumble of blonde hair. Josefin was perched in a chair near one of the counters. 

Tears of relief began to wet her cheeks as she breathed a sigh.

“You’re okay.”

[stoneward-princess]

@laenaelliseir​

It had been a week since Kirian had taken Jo to the Stoneward’s summer home. A week since he’d set up a refugee camp, all to help her and her family, all because he knew how much it would mean to her. A week since she’d been caught in the fighting, trying to defend Keeva who hadn’t left her side much at all unless she was with Kirian. A week since her world had uprooted itself.

Every day, the black inky poison in her veins slowed and faded more and more, and she was starting to gain some of her strength back. Still, she wasn’t much help to the refugees yet. Refugees of her own city. Her own home. It had been a week since the rebels had destroyed people’s lives and torn her kingdom apart.

She’d been given a crutch to help her get around some, and though she’d only been awake for a few days, she’d tried to help where she could. Josefin had made her way down to the kitchens where they’d been boiling water and cleaning rags and she grabbed a basket of fresh, clean towels to take to the infirmary. Which was really the large dining hall that had been turned into an infirmary. Cots had been set up along the walls and the large tables in the middle of the room held all of the nurse, doctors, and mage’s supplies. She set the basket on the table and hobbled around to the other side, doing her best to stay out of the nurses’ ways.

She’d also been cleared to walk around outside, so long as she didn’t go too far and didn’t strain herself too much. So she walked out on the veranda, overlooking the shaded lawn that held tents and more cots and bodies who weren’t quite as wounded. And she saw a mop of long, tousled brunette hair. The ears gave her away though. “Laena!” She cried, trying to hobble on her crutch down the stairs toward her sister in law. “Laena! Over here!”

[fantasy-penman]

Blood Reigners Au

First up on my AUs of OCs, Carter and Kirian, from the Blood Reigners in a modern Au, specifically in a library. 

Kirian walked amongst the library shelves embracing the thick musk of old books. The sweet smell was a familiarity in this new town. She clutched her arms closer to her, the soft wool of her cardigan grounding her as she looked around.

She had just moved across the country, away from everything she had ever known. She knew no one and nothing in the area. But this, this she knew. She was no stranger to libraries and the countless tomes of knowledge that she had always found solace in.

That’s why, the moment the reality that she was completely out of her element crashed down on her, Kirian fled to the nearest library.

The library was magnificent, two stories of nothing but worlds upon worlds between the pages of the countless shelves.

She found herself in the classics, browsing but not really looking. She was too caught up in her thoughts to even try to think. It was a wonder she had not broken-down crying.

Kirian ran her fingers lightly against the well-worn spines. They bent gently under her touch, a couple of loose threads from the binding brushing against her fingertips. She sighed when her eyes caught Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

“that’s quite a heavy sigh for a book about a monster,” A deep and smooth voice came from behind her nearly making Kirian jump out her skin.

“As long as you’re aware that Frankenstein was the doctor and not the creation we can continue to talk,” she said softly as she wrapped her hands around the book and tucked it into her elbow as she turned around.

Her breath was knocked right back out of her as her eyes connected with the bright blue ones of the man that was behind her. He had sandy blond hair pulled into a bun, a few stray pieces framing his face beautifully. His hard jaw was covered in just enough stubble that, when paired with the faint scratch marks, was just enough to be itchy.

A stack of books was in his hands. His white button-down was rolled up to his elbows, a nice contrast to the black sweater vest which was pressed tightly against his chest.

He sent her a crooked smile which broke her ogling and made a blush spread across her face at the fact that she was obviously eyeing a complete stranger and the fact that he was doing the same to her.

“Of course, I know about Dr. Victor Frankenstein.” She smiled at him, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times, eyes wide as he took her in. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” She laughed and he chuckled, balancing the books in one hand and scratching the back of his neck.

“Quoting Shakespeare to me, Mr…” He eagerly held out his hand, the stack of books still balanced impressively against his side.

“Carter. Carter Martisan.” She grasped his heavily calloused hand, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Kirian. It’s nice to meet you, even if you did just pull such a cliché move.” He rolled his eyes taking his hand back to shift the weight of the books. “Even if it was, it was nice.”

“That’s good to here, Kirian.” She vowed she wanted to hear him say her name as much as possible, to hear it roll from his tongue in his accent that seemed to be a mixture of several, giving it a very distinct sound. “Is there anything I can help you with?” she furrowed her brows and tilted her head. He flicked his eyes to the shelves briefly.

“Looking for anything specific? It’s my job to help anyone who wonders into those doors.” She gave a quiet laugh.

“You’re the librarian?” He gave her a wide smile, moving to stand next to her as he began returning books to their proper spots.

“Don’t sound so surprised by that.” She looked away from him and he chuckled quietly. “It’s quite alright. Most people don’t think I look like a librarian. Even if I dress like one.” She couldn’t argue with that part.

“The reason I was surprised is because of your hands.” His eyes met hers and he smiled gently.

“Yes, I do a lot of physical labor in my free time. It’s almost as therapeutic as reading a book.”

“Promise?” He bit his lip, eyes glancing across her face.

“Want me to show you sometime?”

“Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Martisan?” She asked, crossing her ankles, leaning against the wall. He smiled brightly, plopping his stack of books onto the cart in front of the shelf.

“If I was, would say yes, Lady Kirian?” She giggled when he gave a dramatic bow.

“Yeah, I’d say yes.”

[tamtam-go92]

Pleasantview +25 years recap

Pleasantview +25 years is my attempt at joining all my favorite families through out the franchise in one save. I've spent about four days in creating over 45 families that populate all of the worlds I have in The Sims 4. And when I say I created them, I actually mean I downloaded them from the gallery. =//) I'm not particularly good at creating Sims... Willow Creek are only Pleasantview Sims, Oasis Springs are mostly Strangetown Sims, Newcrest are mostly rich Sims from all the games, San Myshuno is everyone I didn't know where to locate them, mostly single Sims, and Banacle Bay are the creative and LGBT Sims. I also really need to thank @homijoh for sharing her rule set with us some time ago. I loved it and I'm using it for this rotational game play. For more information (I warn you, A LOT of Information since I tell a thing or two about every family) look behind the cut!

Willow Creek:

Broke I Household: Brandi, Beau and Skip Junior – Brandi never remarried and did an okay job at raising three boys on her own.

Broke II Household: Dustin, Angela, Susan, Mitch, Melinda, Brad – Dustin had got Angela pregnant as a teen and from that day on, their relationship went downhill. Why they are still together? Probably because of their four children.

Burb Household: John, Jennifer, Michael – Michael is the recreation of a son the Burbs had once in my game. Never forgot him =)

Dreamer Household: Dirk, Lilith, Hugo, Irmi – Hugo and Irmi are twins and their parent's whole proud.

Dreamer-Goth Household: Darren, Cassandra, Manuel, Daniela, Dorothee – After a bad divorce from Don Lothario, Cassandra found true love in Darren Dreamer and they had two girls. Darren took her son with Don in, like his own flesh.

Goth Household: Alexander, Lucy, Agatha – Alex and Lucy are too buzy with their career to care for their only daughter Agatha.

Goth-Caliente Household: Dina, Nina, Simon, Enrique – Dina inherited Goth Manor from her decreased husband Mortimer and took her sister and nephew in.

Langerak-Pleasant Household: Daniel, Kaylynn, Trina, Zelda – After leaving Mary-Sue for the Maid, Daniel wouldn't have thought to ever hear teenage girls fight again, yet here he is!

Lothario Household: Don, Bianca – Don was a d*ck to women and here he is, estranged from his two sons. After an abduction by aliens and the birth of his daughter Bianca Don suddenly saw clear regarding his sexuality.

Oldie Household: Mary-Sue is divorced and moved back in with her parents. Since 25 years she's bickering with her elderly mother.

Oasis Springs:

Beaker Household: Loki, Circe, Atom, Ceres – With his clone children Loki could save Circe from a pregnancy and yet have his perfect family!

Curious Household: Pascal, Vidcund, Lazlo, Crystal, Tycho, Techna, Erik, Marie – Crystal has no idea how she managed to live with her brothers in law and their strange kids for over 20 years.

Grunt Household: Ripp, Buck, Jill, Ralf – People say the older sibling should be responsible for the younger siblings. Tell that Ripp Grunt...

Landgraab Household: Nancy, Geoffrey, Malcolm – Just the normal Sims 4 Landgraab family.

Loner Household: Ajay, Erin, Vincent, Linus – Ajay married Erin Beaker and had two boys with her.

Roomies Household: Zoe, Mitchel, J, Gavin – Just the normal Sims 4 Roomies household.

Smith Household: Johnny, Ophelia, Sally, Ginny, Ben, Dora – The only problem of this family is, which of the girls should share their room with their baby sister.

Zugovich Household: A family introduced in the Sims pet stories. Just a little gag to add some fresh blood.

Newcrest:

Alto Household: Holly II, Don, Trenton – My interpretation is, that the Holly Alto from DS is the daughter of the Holly Alto from The Sims 3. Trenton is a Sim from Lunar Lakes.

Capp Household: Juliette, Romeo, Cleo, Linea – Juliette married her big love, she had her happy ending with her Romeo.

Jacquet Household: Gilbert, Florence, Sébastian – I never really shipped those two, but I wanted to include both.

Summerdream Household: Bottom, Hal, Fiona – Hal and Bottom usually end up together in my game and make a decent couple.

Worthington Household: Frances J- III, Joyce, Frances J. IV – Frances has his trophy wife and a beautiful daughter to keep the name alive.

San Myshuno:

Bunch Household: Mary – Mary is a descendant of the Sunset Valley Bunches.

Elson Household: Craig II – Craig is named after his great-grandfather from Starlight Shores.

Fair-weather Friends Household: Keiko, Mateo, Anthony, Holly – Just the household form the gallery.

Gieke Household: Chester, Testee – Chester lives a life in retreat with his alien daughter.

Inkbeard Household: Opal, Jane – Opal is a descendant of the Barnacle Bay Inkbeard family and Jane is her wife.

Karaoke Legends Household: Miko, Darling, Akira – Just the normal Karaoke Legends Household from The Sims 4.

Newon Household: Garrett – Garrett Newson looked for a life in solitude after growing up in a crowded place.

Pancakes Household: Bob, Eliza, Igga – The Sims 4 Pancakes family with their gallery son Iggy just moved to San Myshuno.

Patel Household: Ramir, Ana, Louis, Maya, Mali, Kirian – The Patels form Belladonna Cove with their four children. They aren't related with Zoe Patel from Oasis Springs.

Sekemoto Household: Cecila, Len – Cecilia is the grand-daughter of Sam Sekemoto. I created her a long time ago in the Sims 2 and there she became Alexander Goth's wife (his wife in the DS version is called Cecilia. But now she's only the mother of Len Sekemoto, a Sim from Lunar Lakes.

Sims Household: John – Your average white guy next door and son of the tutorial Sims.

Tricou Household: Orion – Always a loner Orion lives in an almost empty penthouse.

Vatore Household: Caleb, Lilith – The Vatore family from Forgotten Hollow. I don't have Vampires, so they are just some ordinary Gothics.

Xio Household: Tian – He's from Shang Simala and just recently moved to San Myshuno.

Yuan Household: Kien – After a successful career as a k-pop icon, Kien retired in San Myshuno.

Brindleton Bay:

Climate Household: Arthur, Janine, Summer, Nicolas – Just the normal Climate family from the gallery.

Delgato Household: Supriya, Justin, Pierce, Evie – Just the normal Sims 4 Delgato family.

GilsCarbo Household: Goopy, Alice, Celeste – Everybody's favorite townie with his Sims 3 family.

Hecking Household: Just the ordinary Sims 4 Hecking family.

Lynx Household: Just the ordinary Sims 4 Lynx family.

Monty Household: Mercutio, Tybalt – After their hate turned into love, those two ran away together and now own a huge mansion in Brindleton Bay.

Ottomas Household: David – After growing up with much to many siblings, all David wanted to be was alone.

Una Household: Natasha, Joana – Nobody ever knew who Joana's father was. It's totally wasn't obvious!

I haven’t played much until now, only about 36 hours with the Broke I household. I suspect it to be a bit buggy with SO many sims (it’s already 147) but I hope my PC can handle it. I’m really excited to play this!

[keevathescaledshadow]

caileanthewarrior​:

“We are here and now, not then and there.” Cailean reassures lightly, the friendly glimmer in his eye attempts to dissuade her concerns. His own parentage, while kind, had flaws that Cailean could not reconcile. Their resistance of human society and their obligations to their kind, for example. More comfortable hidden in the mountains, than risking their existence for a chance at a better life? It was a passivity that the dragonkin could not reconcile. Even still, he felt an urge to protect them, even with their flaws. The same could be said for Keeva herself.

His smile deflates, ever so slightly, as Keeva speaks of their father. A somber reality that she would never know of him. It was almost unjust. Dragonkin such as them, with their infinitely longer life spans, became accustomed to loss. But loss of their own kind? It felt too difficult to bear. Almost humoring themselves into believing themselves invincible. In reality, they were only prolonged. “He will rest easy, knowing that I have found you.” Cailean reconciles sadly, the ghost of a smile still playing along his lips.

“I am from everywhere, really. In my years, I have called almost every inch of the realm my home. But since my bond, I have remained in Glasswater to be by my rider’s side.” He shakes his head. “In the past, yes. I served the Order for centuries. I decided to take my leave, though. I figure the dragonkin had more than enough to protect itself and its interests. I’ve served many causes and houses, learning their techniques, providing a helping hand.” He catches himself, speaking long of his own experience.

“Look at me, speaking endlessly about myself. Tell me about you,” he shifts his body, turning to her attentively. “Tell me, are you well? All things considered? Where is home for Keeva?”

~

Keeva nodded, smiling at his statement. We are here and now, not then and there. It was something that she believed in, despite never putting such words to it. She reached out and reassuringly squeezed his hand again as he saddened, speaking of their father.

“Would you… would you tell me about him? I understand if it is too much. My mother never-“ She hesitated, would it offend him to know she hadn’t even told Keeva his name? But she wasn’t her mother, she didn’t want to close off that path. “She never talked about him.”

The dragoness’s eyes lit up as Cailean spoke of his life. Living all around the world, it was something she dreamed of. That freedom. Since my bond. So he was bonded, news that brought only more questions flooding to Keeva’s mind. She smiled a bit sheepishly again as he turned his attention to her.

“I am more than happy to listen. But I am alright, as far as one can be. I was only scrapped up a bit in the battle and most of that was taken care of by a friend.” Judging by Arvasdarr’s gruff nature she didn’t think he would approve of being called a friend but it was easier than ‘large light dragon I’ve ran into twice now.’ Her feet were almost fully healed so she didn’t feel the need to mention them.

“Home is- well I guess that’s a bit complicated now. Home was the swamp near Theron Hall with the wildlings and before that the mountains southeast of there. But up until the summer festival I had never left the swamp and now that I have…” She wasn’t sure if it was the residual shock of learning she had family still or if it was the opportunity to truly connect with another dragonkin but she found herself sharing much more than she normally would. She couldn’t call anyplace home, but she would be where she could be helpful. Where she could save Josefin and help Kirian. She laughed embarrassed. “Sorry, to make a long answer short, my home for now is wherever I’m needed most.”

[yzeltia]

WOL/Raha Week Day 2 Colors

Rating: T for Teen Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers, Kirian Summers Notes: Don't mess with the hawk.

Keith chuckled a bit as he pulled Kirian’s nightshirt over his head, finding his son’s sandy-blond hair dyed green and self-styled into his usual faux-hawk while G’raha sang in the shower in the background. “I think someone had a bit too much fun with U’vi today? Did U’rahn bring her over to play,” he asked, knowing the girl’s love for play aesthetician with her sisters and more often than not his son.

“Huh? No. I haven’t seen U’vi since we came to Tural,” Kirian said, yawning as he wrapped his arms around his pa so that he could be carried to his bed.

“Ah. I see. And where exactly did this come from,” Keith asked, laughing as he hoisted his son up on his hip then ran his hand through his son’s hair only to have the boy swat away the touch in a huff.

“Don’t mess with the hawk dad,” Kirian whined, holding his pa’s wrist firmly away from his head before finding himself dropped onto his bed. He crossed his arms then shrugged, “U’vi showed me how to make hair dyes with stuff around the house. I wanted to have green hair today like Varshahn and Mr. Koana today. Maybe tomorrow I can make it red like dad’s.”

“Ah. Guess we have a little alchemist on our hands,” Keith said, pulling the covers over his son to tuck him in. “Though, you should ask before you do something like that so that we can make sure you have a safe space and aren’t using anything dangerous. Ah…speaking of which, do I need to go clean up something?”

Kirian yawned a little then shrugged and turned over. “I only used stuff in the bathroom and some fern leaves and mixed it in the shampoo so it wouldn’t get messy.”

“Good thinking buddy! Sleep tight, love ya,” Keith said before backing away quietly as Kirian settled down.

“Love you too,” the boy responded sheepishly.

Keith smiled to himself as he went into the living area of their cabin to wait for G’raha, happy that both of his kids seemed to be far brighter than he ever was at their respective ages. Putting his arms behind his head, he closed his eyes then openly in a start, standing upright and breathing out, “The Shampoo!”

Rushing to the bathroom, Keith flung over the door, finding G’raha stepping out naked, running his towel through his hair. Looking up, G’raha tilted his head and pulled his towel free, revealing his dyed-green hair. “Is something wrong,” he asked, ears twitching as Keith covered his mouth and tried to stifle a laugh. “What!?”

Keith shook his head, unable to bring himself to answer beyond pointing to the mirror. G’raha turned, eyes widening in horror before letting out, “I’M GREEEEEEEEN,” so loud that it did not miss a single soul’s ear that boarded at For’ ard. 

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WOL/Raha Week Day 4 Name Day

Rating: T for Teen Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers, Khloe Aliapoh, G'khenna Summers, Kirian Summers Notes: Keith can't win.

Keith wrinkled his nose then shot up out of bed. Smoke was thick in his bedroom, wafting in from the hall. In a panic, he tugged on his sweat pants then scrambled out into the kitchen, finding G’khenna and Khloe fighting over a burning pan while Kirian dug under the sink

“Khloe said you had to flip it! Why did you not flip it,” Khloe breathed out.

“I’m not a culinarian! The directions said to leave it for five minutes before flipping. It was only four! It was only four,” G’khenna fired back before screaming with her friend as Kirian sprayed them and the stove down with a fire-hydrant. 

“Whoops…,” Kirian said before backing away as his sister and friend started to walk slowly toward them, trying not to laugh. “I-I just wanted to put out the fire!”

“I’m going to put you out,” G’khenna growled back.

“Khloe’s outfit is soaked! Unacceptable!”

“Looks like an improvement to me,” the young boy said, giving in to his laughter.

“OI! ENOUGH,” Keith roared, putting his hands on his hips, clearing his throat after using his dad-voice.

His children stopped, all looking at him before hurrying over and jumping on him with hugs, tackling him to the floor in the process.

“Happy Name Day Daddy!” G’khenna sang, echoed by her younger brother.

“Happy Name Day Mr. Summers,” Khloe said too.

Keith squirmed free. “Is it that time already? Ah, hey. Don’t distract me. Why is the house on fire,” he demanded.

G”khenna sat up then frowned. “We wanted to make you breakfast in bed but I don’t know how to cook.”

“You should have listened to Khloe…to me,” Khloe huffed, crossing her arms. “I know how to make pineapple pancakes. My big sister taught me.”

“I was cutting the pineapple and putting out the fire. I didn’t set it at all,” Kirian said, quick to advocate his innocence. 

Keith balked, “You’re not supposed to be using knives!”

“G’k let me!”

“He was fine. I was watching him…until the pancake burned,” G’khenna hummed before looking back at the mess.

Standing, Keith sighed then looked at his stove, his precious range looking rather singed. “I really love the gesture, but nothing good comes from the three of you in my kitchen. I’ll take care of breakfast. Girls, go clean yourselves up. Kirian, help me get rid of all this foam,” he ordered before getting to work.

By the time he’d finished, the girls had returned, cleaned up and changed. G’khenna tilting her head, looked around. “Where is father? Did he not wake up with you?”

Keith blinked, realizing the other hand not roused from slumber…or perhaps wasn’t even there when he woke. “Raha? You there,” he called out, heading down the hall as their apartment door opened up.

Coming in, G’raha huffed then placed several boxes on the table before looking around at his family. “It seems I was right to think breakfast would need rescuing. With that foresight I went out to procure some Lemon Waffles from Rickon.”

Keith crossed his arms. “You knew they’d destroy my stove,” he asked, furrowing his brow.

G’raha’s ears perked up. Turning, he looked at his husband then let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I didn’t think they could do anything that couldn’t be undone and it looks like you’ve dealt with whatever went wrong,” he said as the kids started to dig into the boxes and help themselves.

“My stove though…You know how much I love cooking on that. I made our first family meal on it,” Keith whined.

“Ah, forgive me. I suppose it is irreplaceable. Just like our beloved daughter and son, both of which crossed the salt either on their own or with you in which then they pursued-”

Keith puffed up his cheeks then moved to hug his husband from behind while putting his hand over his mouth. “So, for my birthday, I would like very much if that is forgotten and never brought up again.”

G’raha wiggled his ears then gave a nod so that he’d be let go. Smiling, he lifted up on his toes to peck his sweet husband before taking a seat. “I think that is far more feasible than my first idea.”

Sitting down with his family, Keith pulled over his box then popped it open, finding his to have a couple extra waffles than the rest, his husband knowing his stomach well. Slicing a little corner of his waffle, he went to take a bite asking,  “Oh? What was your first idea?”

“I was going to have the kitchen remodeled for you with newer appliances since we’re home. But your request is much more reasonable for our gil purse,” G’raha said, letting his tail twitch playfully behind him as Keith sat slack jawed, waffle plopping off his fork and into the box.

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Febhyurary 2024 Day 29: New Adventure [Keith]

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MiqoMarch 2024 Day 12: Style [G'khenna]

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Febhyurary 2024 Day 26: Soft [Keith]

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FFXIVwrite2024 21. Shade

Characters: Keith Summers, G'raha Tia Expansion: Dawntrail Rating: E for Lewd Summary: G'raha asks Keith to try something new with him Notes: It's lewd.

Keith yawned as he relaxed, arms behind his head, lounging as he enjoyed the cool shadows cast by the trees above. It was another rare day where he got to relax, G’khenna out with Khloe checking out treasure maps and Kirian off with Krile visiting Gulool Ja in Solution 9. To get away, he and G’raha had found themselves on a secluded picnic in one of the parks around Solution 9, enjoying the strange ambiance of the electric city, though his husband had run off somewhere for a moment.

Just as he started to feel himself drifting off to sleep, he felt the bottom of his shoe get a gentle kick. “Hey. Keith. Wake up,” G’raha cooed.

Stretching, Keith sat up, finding his husband blushing and carrying a small black bag. He tilted his head confused, “Whatcha got there? More food?” 

G’raha shook his head. “I’ll show you in a minute. Follow me.”

Keith blinked then stood, following G’raha toward a large building and upstairs into one of the apartments. He whistled, looking around the place before turning as G’raha pushed the bag into his arms. “Ah. A present too? What did I do to deserve this?”

G’raha lowered his ears, fumbling with the end of his scarf for a moment as he blushed and looked away. “I want you to put that on. Only that…and then come over to the bedroom and…well. Pretend you’re a ruffian from the Arcadium and I’m your biggest fan,” he said before running off around the corner.

Keith stared into the distance a moment before looking down into the bag, finding only a mask inside. He chuckled lightly then set it down, taking a moment to strip as he was told before putting on the mask. Wandering into the room, he grinned under his mask, finding G’raha naked and sitting back on his knees looking up at him, length already sprung up between his legs.

“What do I have here? An adoring fan? Come for my autograph,” he asked, putting his foot on the edge of the bed as he leaned over. “Though by uh, the looks of you…you’re lookin’ for a little more to take back with you.”

G’raha nodded, leaning back to show just how excited he was to Keith as the other leaned over him. “I’m your biggest fan. You looked like you really fought hard out there. I thought I might come back and soothe any aches you might have. Take care of your…needs.”

Keith chuckled under the mask, finding the other’s bashfulness rather cute. Leaning back, he put his hand on the back of the other’s head then brought him into his groin, rubbing his hardening cock against the other’s face while dragging his balls slowly up his mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t mind getting cleaned up a little. Do you think you can serve your daring hero, Shade?”

G’raha’s ears perked a little as he was trapped against his husband’s length. He let out a pant, inhaling Keith’s strong scent before timidly starting to lick against his set, earning loud groans of pleasure through the mask. Closing his eyes, he pulled Keith’s cock down toward him and started to bob his head down it, tongue rolling along the underside as he lowered his hand to stroke himself. Pulling back, he lifted his leg and put his foot square on Keith’s chest. “Was that good enough Shade? Did I earn your trophy?”

Keith grit his teeth, trying not to laugh at how hammy they were being. “Not quiet,” he said, brushing the other’s foot aside before crawling over the other. He went to kiss him, but found the mask uncooperative. Huffing he rolled the other back then carefully guided him up by the base of his tail. His hand snaked down, grabbing G’raha’s cock before roughly stroking down it, letting him leak out all over his hand as he erupted into a flurry of moans. A chuckle escaped him, G’raha seeming a bit more excited than normal. Unable to help himself, he took hold of his own length and stroked it in time with his husband’s.

Once Keith’s palm was well slicked by G’raha’s length, he let go then shifted behind him, taking his wet fingers and pressing two inside before spreading them. G’raha let out a high pitched whine, tail wrapping around Keith’s wrist as he was roughly fingered by him. He rubbed his head into the bed, turning it briefly to peak up at his masked husband.

Keith caught the glance then gave G’raha’s ass a small little slap, letting his pale cheek turn red and getting a squeak out of him. Shifting behind the other, he withdrew his fingers then leaned inward, flexing his cock against his husband’s eager hole before angling it down to dip inside. “Let me show you my pile drive,” he teased before thrusting forward, hilting himself as G’raha writhed under him. 

Keith bent over, reaching around to grab G’raha’s cock again to stroke it as he rolled his hips, letting them roughly collide until the room was filled with the slaps of their union. “Oh gods! Shade!” G’raha cried out as he was buried from behind, meeting Keith’s thrusts with his own as he felt his sweet spot grazed. 

Grunting, Keith nuzzled into G’raha’s ear as he felt the other start to squeeze his cock inside. “I’m going to cum,” he moaned out, thrusting harder as he started to chase the feeling, clumsily working his hand down his husband’s cock.

“Do it,” G’raha begged, purring loudly before flattening his ears back and crying out as he started to let loose himself, spraying thick strands of seed across the blanket under him.

Keith nodded, thrusting harder as G’raha’s walls started to milk him. His balls tightening, he roared through his mask then began to unload inside his husband. He shuddered as it poured out of him, finding his climax rather intense. Slowly, he pulled out then rolled over onto his back, flinging the mask aside as G’raha came up to purr against his chest. “That was, uh, kind of new and exciting. If not just the tiniest bit corny.”

“Perrrhaps just a little,” G’raha mused, nuzzling into Keith’s neck before giving him a few kisses. “Thank you for indulging me though. Maybe next time I can teach you how to use rrrope.”

“Rope? I know how to use rope,” Keith said before thinking on it for a moment. “Oh…you mean…”

“Yes, Shade,” G’raha laughed.

Keith flushed. “Hey, I was on the spot!”

G’raha chuckled, pulling Keith down into an affectionate kiss before they both started to chuckle and cuddle up together.

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FFXIVwrite2024 15. Misdirection

Featuring: @biot08 's Nyx Blackmoon Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, Ahi'a, Fuyu'li cen Zwhan, Vrtra/Varshan, Azdaja, Estinien Wyrmblood, Jullus Norbanus, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Alisaie Leveilleur, U'rahn's Daughters, Kirian Summers, Nidhana, Matsya, Haurchefaunt Fortemps, Jannie Eyradoux Fortemps Expansion: Endwalker Rating: G Summary: Fuyu'li throws Ahi'a his first nameday party. Notes: Thanks to @saesama for the prompt!

“And that was Rahnald the Clown and his lovely mime wife, Nyx,” Fuyu’li said as U’rahn honked his nose and exited off the small stage along with Nyx. He swallowed, only receiving claps from Estinien, Varshan, and Nidhana in the audience. Ahi’a just yawned, sitting in young Varshan’s lap with Alphinaud and Jullus sitting next to them in party hats looking like they’d rather be anywhere else. Alisae with her arms crossed, impatiently tapping her foot. U’rahn’s own daughters seemed to be loosely paying attention, but seemed unenthused by their dad and …moms’(?) performance, more interested in bothering G’raha Tia’s son Kirian as he did his best to not look bored. Jannie with little Huarchefaunt on her lap gave her best polite smile as her boy cooed and bubbled.

Fuyu’li was no good at this sort of thing, or so he thought. He’d begged Natsu to come help him but it was her day off from the day care and she only had so many days left to spend with Drowning Thunder before the waning moon came. Still, she did come up with a solution for him. Easy to do magick tricks that didn’t rely on actual magick. Taking it from there, he improvised a little act. Plotting had been easy, now standing before everyone he felt like he might give up the ghost.

“Ah. Now, before we have some of Ahi’a’s nameday cake! I, the Great Fuyu’li will perform feats of magick with the help of my assistant Azdaja,” Fuyu’li announced, Azdaja swooping down with a glittering tulle cape as she was announced. “Now then. For my first trick, I’ll take these flowers and make them disappear,” he said, whipping out a bouquet from his sleeve before drawing up his cape and letting Azdaja incinerate them with her breath. “Voila!”

The group clapped lightly, Alisae rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Fuyu’li flicked his tail, getting a better response than the last act. “Alright then! For my next trick…I shall pluck a gil from behind an ear,’ he said, coming down to stand in front of Estinien. Fuyu’li reached forward then pulled his hand quickly, revealing a gil to the man.

“Fury! How did that get there!?,” Estinien breathed out, grabbing his ear then tilting his head, the children giggling as he tried to shake out any lingering gil. 

“Um…,” Fuyu’li started, unsure if Estinien was humoring the crowd or not. “Now, I shall turn your attention to this vase full of beautiful crystal blue spring water” he began, stepping back as Azdaja slowly pushed a cart into the middle of the pavilion using her forehead. Upon it, a vase was filled with blue water, dyed of course, but he assumed the children wouldn’t know. Taking some cute white dahlias, he waved them around before putting them in the vase. “Prrresto chango,” he purred, waving a little wand before tapping the flowers as they started to soak up the dyed water.  

Most of the children looked on in amazement, Estinien leaning forward on the end of his seat as he narrowed his eyes at the flowers. Beside him, Nidhana giggled in delight at his amazement over the simple trick. “What foul magick is this? I do not sense him using aether,” Estinen said.

“Explaining it would ruin the trick,” Nidhana said. “Though if you are still curious after, I will show you how to manage such a feat yourself.”

Estinien narrowed his eyes then leaned back with his arms crossed, watching Fuyu’li carefully. On the stage, Fuyu’li swished his cape then spun around, making Azdaja seemingly vanish from view, tucking under his arm. “Now! For my last trick! A feat no Garelean has ever done before! I shall breathe dragon fire,” he said, before leaning back, keeping a side profile to his captive audience before opening his mouth and letting Azdaja peak up beside his cheek to blow fire.”

The children clapped, Ahi’a even swooping up to give a scree of delight at the special feat. Estinien meanwhile looked stunned while Nidhana and Alisae shared a look then started to laugh. Alphinaud sighed, looking over to Jullus apologetically who patted his thigh reassuringly.

Fuyu’li satisfied took a bow, letting Azdaja fly from her hiding space to go join her brother and nephew. “Thank you! Thank you! Now, let’s have cake,” Fuyu’li sang out as Matya wheeled out a large fish shaped cake with a 1 drawn on it.

As the kids cheered, Fuyu’li wiped his brow sitting beside Jannie. “I worry that I am ill suited for this.”

“You did marvelous. At the very least you captivated Estinien. I might have you do Haury’s nameday when it comes around…if just to tell Rahn that I’ve already booked entertainment,” Jannie said, smiling weekly over at Nyx as they stared back at her.

“I do not think I want to make a career out of this. If anything, it was more for Varshan. He’s never had a proper nameday, so I think he was living a bit vicariously through Ahi’a,” Fuyu’li said, watching Varshan try to juggle three plates of cake in his small arms for his sister and son. “It was so long ago, I do not think he knows when he was hatched.”

“Perhaps then we should throw him one proper,” Jannie suggested.

“A nameday for the Satrap? Oh! The whole city would celebrate,” Nidhana said, joining in on the conversation as she joined, picking at the strange cake before taking a bite, seeming to not find it offensive. “Let me know what you will need help with.”

“Garlemald, too, would offer help for a celebration where we could. Thavnair’s aid to us has been essential to rebuilding efforts,” Jullus said, leaning over with Alphinaud nodding in agreement.

“I am sure the Scions would like to join in on the festivities as well,” Alphinaud said, “When is the date?”

Fuyu’li shrank as the group started to talk among themselves about the nameday party he was now apparently in charge of planning for Vrtra, whimpering a bit having barely gotten through the one for his hatchling son.

“Don’t worry. I will come and help,” Jannie said, taking Fuyu’li’s hand and giving it a little squeeze. “And I’m sure he’ll be happy no matter what we come up with.”

Fuyu’li blinked, looking at the Warrior of Light’s hand before letting a little sniffle from the kindness shown by her, heart swelling a little from her kindness. He gave a smile then nodded, looking over to Varshan as he laughed with the kids as U’rahn tripped on his oversized shoes and fell forward, landing face down in his piece of cake. “I think that, with everyone’s help, we can really make something special for him. Let’s do it,” he said, smiling at everyone with a renewed energy for the party.