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hqmillioncorn · 1 year ago

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FFXIVWrite Day fifteen: Portentous

Cherrypit floated gently down to the ground after jumping off his sister’s head. He was glad to finally be able to get a break from having to hide all day. Now that he and Babycorn were inside of an inn room and by themselves he didn’t need to hide anymore! “Bebe! Bebe!” He ran over to his sister’s side. She was already sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him with sad eyes. Cherrypit flapped his oversized sleeves up and down and kept calling her name. This usually meant he wanted to play. Babycorn didn’t say a word, she just picked Cherrypit up and hugged him.

Earlier that morning Babycorn had stumbled out of the airship and onto the Ul’dah airship landing.

Though stumbled might have been a bit of understatement.

When she actually tripped on the first step down and rolled down the ramp, knocking over any other people that had been in front of her. In a stroke of luck, Babycorn managed to avoid getting anyone mad at her because she rolled straight into an open lift full of people that weren’t mad at her, just confused.

Whoever told her that airship rides got easier the second time around was a big huge liar.

“When I remember whoever told me that…I swear…” Babycorn said to herself as she dizzily walked around.

It had been just a few hours since then but Babycorn still couldn’t manage to get herself to leave the Quicksand. Because of her status as a Gridanian envoy she was treated to a complimentary snack, a far cry from what had happened last time she had snuck into here.

Back when she had been smaller and Cherrypit was the exact same size. The perfect size for being picked up and literally thrown out.

She just couldn’t stop staring at the sandwich in front of her. Which was weird, normally it would have been eaten by now. Maybe she just wasn’t hungry.

“...No that can’t be it.” Though there would be a good reason for her to not be hungry.

Babycorn took the sandwich and ripped off half of it. She looked around the Quicksand, it was an oddly empty place. On the bright side, this meant she was free to sit here without wearing her mask and free to take half of the sandwich and shove it down her robe, where Cherrypit was hiding.

“Ham!” Cherrypit’s muffled voice shouted. The ham was his favorite part of any sandwich.

“Cherry shhh…!”

She hated to have to keep him hidden but considering where they were, it was the only option they really had. There was no telling what would happen if anyone in Ul’dah were to recognize them.

Babycorn really had no interest in returning to the city where she and Cherrypit had been essentially chased out by an angry mob that had finally had enough but if it was for the sake of surviving, she really had no choice. She had to make gil somehow.

“At least this is the last stop…” Babycorn shoveled the sandwich in her mouth and sighed, leaning back in her chair.

The same feeling had weighed her down before, when they had to stop at Limsa Lominsa before this. Something about not knowing if Babycorn was considered a suspect for a murder she didn’t do was a valid reason for being nervous visiting the city again. Then again, by now there weren’t really a lot of places that felt welcoming to them.

Other than Gridania, but that was only because nobody knew them there.

“Give it some time and they’ll hate us too.”

“Lali?” Cherrypit hadn’t quite heard what his sister had said. Ever since he could remember she always liked to talk to herself and he had always liked to talk to her too, but it was hard to hear her from where he was .

“Nothing Cherry.” Babycorn pulled her monoa mask down to cover her face and slid herself off the chair, “Just something silly. Don’t worry about it.”

Back in Gridania Babycorn had initially refused to wear the mask that they were requiring her to wear. It was a little too big for her face and it made her face warm. Eventually the promise of a potential payment in gil was enough for her to agree to it.

There was no mask for Cherrypit since she had hidden him from everyone she had met there. Something that would go on longer than Babycorn had ever expected.

For right now however, hiding Cherrypit and hiding her face seemed to be working out for them. No one she talked to really raised any concerns about it.

And if disguising herself worked back in Limsa Lominsa then it would work here too!

At least that’s what Babycorn thought.

As Babycorn walked down the steps of Nald there was an apprehension she just couldn’t shake. Sure, hiding her face ensured that the people walking past her saw her as just another lalafell in the crowd. But the feeling of knowing that almost everyone in Ul’dah thinks you’re a monster doesn’t just go away. At least, Babycorn didn’t think so.

As she walked past person after person there were some she recognized that once gave her the most ugly stares. And for what? What had they ever done?

Babycorn hadn’t ever really understood. As she grew up she did get her suspicions about it but there had never been any definitive explanation from the people that did that to them. Not that she really needed one but…

“Oh-!”

Babycorn stopped walking and thinking to herself when she felt a tug on her sleeve. That was Cherrypit letting her know that he saw something.

There it was, the aetheryte. They had finally reached it.

All she wanted to do was attune to it and leave. Go back to Gridania where nobody knew who she was yet. Where no one wanted them gone. Yet.

But that wasn’t what Cherrypit wanted to draw Babycorn’s attention to.

Babycorn saw a little hand poke through the opening of one of her sleeves. She followed in the direction her brother was pointing and landed on the sight of a young lalafell with dark hair, she was holding another lalafells hand that Babycorn assumed must have been her mother. They were both walking away, their backs facing the siblings.

“Yeye! Yeye!” Cherrypit cried.

Babycorn wanted to believe him for a second, but she knew it wasn’t possible.

“Sorry Cherry. That’s not Yeyema.” She whispered. It made her sad to hear Cherrypit’s voice go quiet. “She was small like me back then. So she’s probably bigger now…Unless…she…” Babycorn decided to stop talking and turn towards the aetheryte plaza.

She had already gone through this whole song and dance number back in Limsa Lominsa. There was no need for her to do it again.

That bad decision had come to exist because she had some time to waste in Limsa Lominsa Babycorn decided to work up her courage and try to find one of her old friends she had while she lived here.

You know, one of the few ones that were hopefully still alive and not horrifically murdered.

Babycorn could still remember the look on her friend’s face whenever he came out with another three plates for her just to see that she had already finished the ones he had brought her just seconds before. He had such a funny name too, Babycorn thought so. B’ig Nunh. It made her laugh uncontrollably when they first met on the docks one night.

To her surprise, The Drowning Wench still existed, unlike wherever she had worked when she lived here. When Babycorn didn’t see B’ig Nunh upon walking in she figured that he must have left too.

Hopefully not under the same circumstances as she had left.

It had taken Babycorn a total of three desserts to work up the courage to ask the people that worked there what happened to B’ig Nunh. There wasn’t a clear answer, just people telling her that he left. Some said he had left alongside an elezen.

Maybe the same thing had happened to Yeyema and even the elezen in Dragonhead she used to talk to? Searching for her would be harder, since Babycorn had never asked her name. She really regretted that part the most.

Babycorn stopped shortly before reaching the aetheryte.

What kind of friend would she be if she didn’t ask about Yeyema too?

“Uurrghh…” Her scar was hurting.

She wanted to, she really did. But unlike Limsa, her memories of Ul’dah were more muddled. She had no idea where anything was anymore! Especially not after they rebuilt after the calamity.

This place looked almost entirely different!

“Bebe?” She heard Cherrypit ask. He was wondering why they hadn’t moved. He couldn’t reach the aetheryte from here.

“Gimme a minute Cherry…” She assured him.

Getting lost in Ul’dah was not something she really wanted to do today and so far she only really knew about a few places here. The airship landing and the Adventurer’s guild in the Quicksand. The guild where Yeyema had worked was probably somewhere around here but Babycorn had no idea where.

That left only…

While Babycorn had left the Quicksand while it was empty, when she returned she found it just a bit busier and full of people. It only made her a little bit nervous, so far her disguise had been working so really she had nothing to worry about, right?

Babycorn made her way back towards Momodi to ask her if she knew what had happened to Yeyema. Weaving her way past who she assumed were adventurers just like everyone was telling her she was. Babycorn didn’t think she was anything like these people. She didn’t want an adventure. All she wanted was to finally go home.

Her hopes of asking Momodi any sort of question were dashed when she noticed that she was talking to a group of other people.

Babycorn didn’t want to wait around in Ul’dah any longer than she already had been. She had already done what Kan-e-Senna had told her to do so maybe it was time to go back already.

Babycorn accepted that she probably wasn’t going to get any answers but as she turned around she happened to lock eyes with another lalafell, taller than her and with hair just a shade darker than hers. Her hair curled alongside her face and they bounced with every step she took.

It took just a few moments for Babycorn to recognize the woman.

This woman had been there that day. The day that she and Cherry had been ambushed and attacked. There was a whole group of different people with her, she had stood back and yelled words that Babycorn didn’t understand while someone else had swiped at the siblings with fire.

Babycorn took in a deep breath and reached for the back of her head.

The woman looked away from Babycorn, the meeting of their eyes was just a coincidence and hadn’t mattered at all to her.

Without meaning to, Babycorn walked closer to the woman, who’s name she had learned was Lilium. Not that she cared. All that Babycorn felt when she looked at her was anger.Oddly enough, the anger wasn’t being directed at her or anyone else that had been involved in attacking the siblings that night.

All questions she had about Yeyema were thrown aside.

She only needed to know one thing now.

Babycorn stopped right in front of Lilium. Who reacted appropriately to suddenly having a masked stranger suddenly approach them. “C-Can I help you?” She was only here to see her to ask about a delivery order that she had requested the day before.

“Are you here to deliver my order?” These adventuring types were so strange.

Babycorn remained silent. Cherrypit shivered in her robe.

“What do you know about the monster with white eyes?”

Babycorn might not have known why people didn’t like them but she did know what names that she and Cherrypit were called. She thought they were fun at the time. Like something that friends would call each other.

The woman looked shocked, “Why I haven’t heard that name in a while…” There was a concerned look in her eyes. “If I were you I would avoid saying that name. It could invite unwanted company.”

“What do you mean?” Babycorn’s voice was unusually somber.

Lilium assumed that she was just talking to an adventurer that wasn’t from Ul’dah. It made sense that they wanted to know more about the city. “That’s what those monsters were called, the ones that used to terrorize us.” Whoever had told the adventurer about this story had clearly wanted the worst for them if they told them this story. “They were a pair of undead children. One of them with empty white eyes. The other had a horrible scar that still bled...”

Babycorn wasn’t sure what to think. Both things she had said were true but…

“As soon as they arrived all sorts of horrible things began happening. There was a string of robberies, people disappearing into thin air, horrible weather, a sudden spread of illnesses, and who knows what else!”

“But they were only-”

“They say they must have been from Sil'dihn! One of the last remnants sent to destroy Ul’dah from the inside.”

Babycorn had no idea what that was.

“Why else would they have helped to bring upon the calamity!”

She had heard enough.

“I…”

Babycorn wanted nothing more than to take her disguise off and make this woman regret everything she had told her.

Then maybe the other people that still hated them would know that she and Cherry were still here.

They didn’t chase them out, they hadn’t run away.

She wasn’t doing any of that! She and Cherry hadn’t done any of that! If only people would just listen!

“But they aren’t going to.”

Just as Babycorn’s hand touched the bottom of the mask, she heard a voice coming from her own mouth.

“Thank you very much! I’ll let you be on your way now!”

It had caught Babycorn so off guard that her hand froze. Just a few movements away from removing her mask.

Lilium nodded and looked just a little nervous. “I hope I was able to help.” She smiled, “I would be careful who you tell that story to.” With one final warning she continued looking for someone to help her with her order.

Babycorn didn’t bother to follow or to do anything else.

“...What did I tell you about using my body to talk to people?”

Behind of Babycorn was another girl, one that only Babycorn could see and hear. Her hair was tied up in a bun and it had been her voice that had told the woman that she could go.

“I wasn’t just going to stand here and let you and your brother get yourselves in danger again!” Chelinka was desperate at this point. She had seen what happened last time and unlike Babycorn she did remember most of what had happened.

Normally Babycorn would be glad to argue with Chelinka until the next day but after hearing everything that she had, she was just tired.

“Whatever..."

#ffxivwrite2023 #Babycorn #Cherrypit #mentions of big nunh and vertical and lunya :)#babycorns first days of adventuring were not that great for her #she complained the entire way and also was a big pain in the neck of everyone that knew her #she never did find out what happened to her old friends hahahaha #well i mean she found out but probably not in arr #also yeah lilium is the name of babycorns grandparents siblings kid #they do not like her but they do like the warrior of light do you see the problem #the eternal struggles of being undead and also wanting to make lots of friends #babycorn plans ahead just to make sure she doesnt get attached to people now since they ll just die or leave in the end

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windupnamazu · 5 years ago

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prompt 24: unctuous

[ ffxivwrite2019 : the way to a man’s heartburn ] [ previous prompts ]

Lunya Lanya was good at a great variety of things, to the point where most people expected her to excel at new tasks before she could even attempt them. Magic coursed through her blood, weapons sung in her hands, and even the most mundane of skills soon fell under her mastery.

If there was one thing she most certainly wasn’t good at, it was teaching, and poor Melkoko was the first one to realize it.

“I can’t do this,” the waitress said despondently as she mopped up another smashed egg from the Bismarck’s countertops. “I’ll never be able to cook. Everything is ruined.”

“Your only problem is that Lunya’s too good at what she does that she forgets to start with the basics,” Diving Dove called from her station, where she was slaving away over yet another roast dodo. “The guildmaster starts all the new blood on maple syrup, not a five-course meal.”

“We’re speed-learning and we’re starting with meringues,” Lunya said defensively. “Melkoko works in the Missing Member, she has to have some instinct for how cooking works.”

She didn’t, actually, but Lunya wasn’t about to break her friend’s heart any further or let Diving Dove embarrass her. The only reason they were having this impromptu cooking lesson was because Melkoko was heartbroken.

“I don’t know if Mhasi-Bee will even come for Valentione’s Day,” Melkoko sulked. “That stupid—” She smashed another egg against the bowl’s rim. “—stuck up—” In went her whisk. “—greasy little shite—” Lunya tried to remember if she told Melkoko that it was the whites they needed and not the yolks as the other Lalafell stirred so hard that eggs started to slosh out of her bowl.

“Melkoko, calm down,” Lunya whispered in warning, glancing up at her mentor as he made a noise of horror from the balcony. Lyngsath radiated disapproval from the moment they strode in and took over one of the cooking stations, but was sated by one of the party members being his finest student. Melkoko, however, wasn’t safe from his wrath - but her stirring only got more aggressive.

“I can’t ‘elp it!” Melkoko growled, stomping her heels and sending more of the foul concoction in her hands onto the floor. “Ev’rytime I think about ‘is face, I—“

“Start swooning?” Ingham muttered just loud enough for the entire guild and perhaps even the diners out on the veranda to hear. Jossy reached over the counter to smack him as Melkoko froze and then started to bawl.

“Oh, cripes,” Charlys groaned. “If the Sirens hear about this—”

“If ‘e loves me so much,” the Siren blubbered over the receptionist, “Why doesn’t ‘e visit me more of’en? ‘ow do I know ‘e ‘asn’t found some other lass who’s actually ‘is height?”

“Because Rhoswen would kill him, as would I.” Lunya took the bowl and whisk from her before she could drip tears all over the batter. “And you’re his whole world. He promised to return to you, remember?”

“But I can’t even cook!”

“I sincerely doubt that’d be a problem,“ Lunya said patiently, patting her hand. “Think about it while I clean up.” She pushed a handkerchief into Melkoko’s other hand and stooped over to pull out cleaning supplies from the cupboard.

Melkoko honked a loud sniffle into the handkerchief, schooling herself back into customer service mode as she watched Lunya whiz around their station, wiping up the mess with a hum.

“Lunya,” she started thoughtfully, her voice still a little watery, “You’ve been... softer since I saw you last. Happier, really.”

“Was I not happy before?” Lunya asked as she rinsed her hands and pulled out a new tray of eggs, taking one and cracking it cleanly into a new bowl. “Watch, this is how you separate them.”

The pigtailed girl’s eyes sparkled as she successfully copied Lunya. She really should have started with teaching her about maple syrup...

“Well, yes,” Melkoko said as she added another round of egg whites to the bowl. “But you look like a great weight’s been lifted from your shoulders, and you carry yourself with... hm... you walk around like someone in love.”

Lunya could feel her ears heat up in embarrassment as half her guildmates non-discreetly swivelled around to look at them, and even Lyngsath was leaning over the railing to hear their conversation better. “A-ah. Is that your woman’s intuition?”

“Your friend’s intuition.” The waitress winked, pleased that Lunya’s expression told her everything she needed to know. “So? Tell me about them. Are they tall? Cute? How old are they? Do they have a stable career? A good financial history? Are they prepared to die for y—”

Lunya had a feeling that neither her friend nor the guild wouldn’t take it so well if she admitted she was smitten with a man three hundred years older than her who did, in fact, try to die for her. Thankfully, Melkoko started to open the oven mid-interrogation and there were suddenly much bigger problems for them both as she brandished a bottle of oil.

“Melkoko! We don’t put oil in—”

“Son of a SWIVIN’ WHOR—”

#ffxivwrite2019 #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #lalafell #melkoko melko #oc: lunya #tales from the warriors of light #melkoko and lalai would be friends! they get to complain about their idiot male miqo together #me after being confronted by another prompt i dont know the meaning of: fucfdufnck. fuck. fuck .mdg oil???????cooking lesson????????#i dont know how to cook

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fistsoflightning · 5 years ago

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holy

on the subject of missing you.

gatheredfates’ [30 day WOL challenge] | prompt: sacred

aka. a’dewah ‘lilycat’ tia needs a Damn Break that i keep refusing to give him

summer’s cool night had fallen, and yet a’dewah was burning up like a matchstick in suzaku’s warpath, cradling into the heat as if he were a moth to the flame. his hands were cramping from how hard he was grasping at the front of haruki’s yukata—now more than halfway open like he insisted on keeping it regardless of what company he kept—and frankly, he couldn’t care less on how his fingers would complain later, pulling haruki closer so he could bury his face into haruki’s chest.

a’dewah knows he’s been mumbling something into haruki’s sunset cast skin this entire time, eyes glazed over as he idly watches the flickering lantern light glimmer on his scales and sort-of freckles. haruki’s name, perhaps, in a pleading sort of way that he won’t remember as the sun rises—or perhaps a series of sacred ramblings spilling from a’dewah’s lungs that he couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to exhale in time to catch up with his mind.

not that he needed to. he can’t imagine either of them are terribly self-aware as of right now.

his red ala mhigan cardigan had long since been tossed to the side, haruki having given up at the white shirt and simply shoving his hands under it, tracing up a’dewah’s spine with his fingertips from the base of his tail like river water rapids in reverse. he trails kisses up a’dewah’s shoulder to his pulse, mumbling something soft and husky that a’dewah can’t catch before haruki continues until he reaches a’dewah’s jawline, firefly sparks lighting up a’dewah’s nerves as he holds him like something to be treasured, to be worshipped and needed and loved akin to a deity.

(and in some twisted way, maybe he is; one of summer and fireflies and ephemeral flowers meant to mark a path to victory—or maybe that was more befitting of the warrior of light, savior of eorzea, liberator of doma and ala mhigo and champion of ishgard. here he felt more human, like he’d never been twisted into fourteen and made into a weapon; here he was a’dewah tia, so deeply in love with haruki hagane and happy with this singular moment, saturated in midsummer air and night dew. not a hero, not a deity, but human, human, human—)

haruki kisses the shell of a’dewah’s ear, a low and rumbly laugh resonating from haruki’s chest when his ears unconsciously flick and lightly slap haruki’s face before he whispers teasingly into a’dewah’s hair—

…

“a’dewah, do attempt not to fall unconscious onto your inkwell,” duscha, who is both a blessing and a curse to have as a friend, wakes a’dewah up with such a startle that his head slips from his palm and slams into the cabinet’s decades old table anyhow. faintly, a’dewah thinks of that one time duscha had been drunk and said… something about the library being “a place of learning, not napping”, mind still reeling and fuzzy from the false warmth of…

“shite,” a’dewah curses, slowly pulling his face from the cool metal that he so ungracefully face planted into. duscha mutters some incantation one second and then larkspur flutters into existence beside him, her dancer’s rings at the ready and wings glimmering with the candles scattered across the table. “that stings…”

as larkspur soothes the would-be bruise (accompanied by a small ringing of little bells, attached to the back of her little vest), a’dewah realizes that of course he’d been dreaming; still stuck on the first with half his being with no way to travel back and forth like zaya, of course he couldn’t have actually been in haruki’s arms. of course he was here, in the cabinet, surrounded by scholars who could pick him apart in seconds instead of the doman enclave in the midst of summer.

(but kami forfend, he so desperately wishes he was. he wanted the moonlight drowned nights, the gentle warmth, the stupid dances that all came with haruki and doma and home, left with only the letters the waiting the desperate need to just be done with musty books and dim libraries and pictures showing him what he could have kept close had he not been so fickle, so stupidly scared—)

“forgive my blunder,” a’dewah mumbles when y’shtola, urianger, and alphinaud look curiously at them from their seats, closer to the bookshelves so they might simply turn and pull a title from behind them. “i simply didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“then surely you must have fallen ill,” duscha says teasingly—knowingly, seeing as how larkspur is snickering atop a’dewah’s arm, her silk-tied dancing rings fading into aetherial petals from where she’s dropped them. duscha lifts a hand from his piles of notes to poke at a’dewah’s cheek. “you’ve flushed a brilliant crimson.”

damn it all, he thinks as alphinaud fumbles his book while trying to melt into his chair. y’shtola gives him a curious, knowing look as he hides his head between his fingers, covered in ink and not glimmering light. why must my luck be so horrible?

a’dewah barely musters up the courage to plead, sorely wishing he could dissipate like larkspur could at her whim. gods, g’raha was just on the other side of this section of shelves—he doesn’t think he can handle being flustered in front of him, not when he’d easily tell lunya every little rumor and moment he could for her teasing wishes, so he takes a deep breath and says, “could we please forget it before i attempt to leap over the railings and book it?”

“of course; however, i do believe you should see the contents of this tome,” y’shtola says quietly as she taps urianger on the head with her fountain pen, his wobbly smile quickly hidden as she passes one relatively thick title to a’dewah—which, of course, reads a treatise on love letters, as if that was something relevant to infusing crystals.

(he’d later find out the title was not, in fact, a treatise, but a novel eerily similar to a love story he’s heard before in a ballad—simply edited heavily enough to be… tasteful, if that could even be said.)

“my thanks, y’shtola.” a’dewah says as he carefully, quietly, slips haruki’s latest letter into the back of the book, hopefully out of y’shtola’s gaze despite her handing him a book with a title all too on the nose to be coincidence.

the picture from that letter—of mune and haruki showing off the fruits of a’dewah’s experiment with morning glories on the one garden’s pavillion—stays just out of sight under the cover of another book on crystalline infusions, their happy smiles fueling him as six scholars burn midnight oil til syhrwyda comes to wrestle them all to the second serving for breakfast.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #seaswolchallenge #a'dewah tia #duscha vesnasch #haruki #y'shtola rhul #s: sitting in a persimmon tree #so i told myself i was going to write for rhela or tsukiko or fulvia.... or mabye broken heaven #and then i do This Shit #but anyways! its Not Angst. FINALLY.#my writing #another one for the 3 AM writing pile! oh Boy #oH WAIT LARKSPUR. DUSCHA'S FAERIE. SHE DESERVES HER OWN TAG #larkspur #tales from the blue

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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years ago

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💭💭💭💭💭 lunya and illya!!! ♡

Every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours [Accepting!] *sweats oh boy*

“What I wouldn’t give to be even half as courageous as Lunya... But every time I try to raise my voice, it feels like I’m choking up.. and I start shaking so badly that I can’t breath... Maybe if I practice yelling to myself.. ‘piss off!’ or something like what she’d say...”

“Why did Lunya hold so much ire towards my clothing yesterday..? It was perfectly suited for the job. I suppose it’s unconventional to be wearing bright yellow pants as an astrologian.. or a green turban... but Leveva certainly never complained about either of our choice of wardrobe during training.”

“I don’t like this.. I don’t like keeping this to myself... Surely Lunya must have already noticed. No, I’m sure she has. This is G’raha we’re talking about. But if anything were to happen to him then she... I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I wouldn’t have thought her advice on how to...swing an axe at someone efficiently would ever be useful to me.. But I suppose a broadsword isn’t too different. I’d teach her how to improve her defense in exchange for more tips but.. I imagine she wouldn’t be too interested in anything that’d slow her attacks down.”

“Fish and oranges.. fish and oranges. Mhm, I think I can work out a recipe with those.. A few hours in the kitchen, and I should be able to make that lunchbox for Lunya! Too bad I’ll have to leave out my specialty peppers..”

#ask #muse thoughts #carmeladansen #in bloom #YOU ASK FOR FIVE AND SO I DELIVERED #lunya attempts to convert illya into a glass cannon like her #but illya's the type who spreads her skill points evenly between defense and offense because she's a traditional lady #oh and also healing and magic buuuut these two are both good at that so #club 'fix illya's fashion sense'#and club 'if you bully illya i will shank you'

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blackestnight · 5 years ago

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For the sensory prompts- no. 45, "the creak of leather"

“I know there are dressmakers in Ishgard, but they make me feel…” She sighed and stuck out her tongue, the words escaping her.

Lunya gave a slow, sage nod. “Like a stuffed Dodo wrapped in baking twine? That’s just sloppy corsetry.”

The next time Lunya asked Hanami for help with a personal project, she was going to have the good sense to run the other way.

“You were the one complaining about the lack of decent corsets in Ishgard!” Lunya said, and somehow managed to tug the laces tighter. Hanami, who was already bent at the waist to rest her palms on Lunya’s worktable, trapped a reflexive wheeze behind her teeth. If she breathed out any more, Lunya might tighten the laces again, and then Hanami would not be able to breathe at all.

“I did not mean that I wanted one.” She lifted one hand to press against the side of the corset–the bones, as Lunya had called them, were Ishgardian steel rather than the normal mammoth bone, and Hanami knew for a fact the ends had been ground down to harmless, blunt points, but she still swore she could feel one digging into her waist.

Lunya tutted in disapproval. “You parade around in leather all the time, this can’t be that different. Stand up so I can tuck all this ribbon.”

Hanami did, listening to the stiff leather creak and groan in protest at her movement. It looked remarkably old for a piece that Hanami had seen in pieces just a few days before–weathering, Hanami, it’s fashionable, not sloppy, as if I would ever make something so distasteful–with lines of wear along the seams where the glossy top layer had been scrubbed away. At least the metal bones had stopped poking her ribs, once she stood. She bit back a hiss as Lunya’s unexpectedly cool fingers brushed the bare skin of her upper back, tucking the excess lacing into the top of the corset, and lurched forward as her other hand brushed the base of her back. “Hey–”

“You had dust! I had to put my foot on you to get enough leverage. Do a spin for me, come on.”

“I am not spinning.” Hanami rolled her shoulders back as she listened to the tap-tap of Lunya’s jumping down from her stool, then the slow drag of moving it back, presumably for a better vantage. The leather groaned again, but it felt…marginally less suffocating. So long as she did not try to breathe too deeply. She did turn around, slowly, feeling the…the whatever, the puffy underskirt, catch on her scales, while the ruffles–the many ruffles, ugh–swished and rustled with her movement. At least the sleeves weren’t terribly puffy, and the neckline was even higher than she usually wore–as opposed to one of the dresses sitting on a mannequin in the corner, with some sort of shoulder-baring collar that Hanami was fairly sure would be indecent on her.

“You can’t not do a spin in a dress like that.” Lunya crossed her arms, her eyebrows scrunching. “How does it feel? Getting poked in any places you shouldn’t?”

“I do not think I can sit down.” She was pretty positive that she couldn’t, actually; she would either break the lacing or bruise her stomach if she tried.

“Yes, yes, that’s normal. Not getting impaled, though? No bleeding? The boning channels are all reinforced, but accidents happen.”

“Lanya-san, I know better than to bleed on your dresses.” As long as she did not try to sit, or bend over, or lift her arms, she supposed there wouldn’t be an issue. Uncomfortable as the corset was, it was at least improving her posture–she did not have a choice otherwise. “I thought these were supposed to go under the dress, though. Not over.”

Lunya laughed into her fist, giving Hanami an approving wink. “Good! And it’s a trend, Hanami. It’s fashion-forward.” She punctuated each word with a clap, leaning forward in her eagerness. Hanami had to fight the urge to step back in turn, though Lunya was well out of arms’ reach.

She crossed her arms–tried to; the corset creaked ominously and a seam somewhere pressed unpleasantly against her gut–settled for planting her hands on her hips instead. “Next you are going to tell me that the new fashion is to wear underthings over your shirts.”

“I mean, have you been to Costa del Sol lately?” Lunya shrugged, with a cackle at Hanami’s instinctive nose wrinkle. “Don’t make that face. It’ll ruin the outfit.”

#ask #ask meme #rhymingteelookatme #final fantasy xiv #THANK YOUUUUU i'm sorry these are taking so long #i got hit with a bout of writer's block as soon as i reblogged that meme #oc: hanami hagane #lunya #borrowed with permission! thank you carmela #writing - mine

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b-rainlet · 5 years ago

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You made me ship Lunya T.T but as a Allison stan this kind made me ship her with Diego... headcanon about the neglected couples? :O

Tbh, there are a lot of ship possibilities that could be seen as neglected couples since there are 7 main people who could be thrust into about 21 ship dynamics - not counting poly ships and not counting ships that aren’t sibling ships - like Klave or Vanya/Helen or even still incest stuff like Gracexthe sibs.

So you see, endless possibilities but there are only about 4 ships who are really popular? Klave, Kliego, Fiveya...maybe Horrance? And even then, most Horrance or Fiveya shippers still see their ship as a rarepair because compared to Klave or Kliego it more or less is.

Which may have to do with the fact that if you’re an anti but wanna ship something you have pretty limited options, so Klave it is.

So you probably want some Allison/Diego hcs but I’m gonna do a little more because Allison is less popular in general so her ships are not that often talked about.

I’ll leave out Alluther because I did some OTP asks about them, but y’all know I ship them because it’s the sweet story of childhood sweethearts meeting again and falling in love all over again and it’s just...*sighs dreamily* lots of possibilities.

Allison/Diego: A fun ship! At first you’d probably say: ‘We have a pretty much functional adult with a child and a guy who eats raw eggs to seem edgy’ so it’s easy to fall into a Hermione/Ron relationship interpretation where you have a dumbass and someone done with their shit - and I can see it being like that occasionally but not always!

When I think about them I mostly think about teasing. They totally do some competitive shit just because they wanna best each other but where that same dynamic could quickly turn into arguments for Luego I can see it staying mostly light-hearted with Allison/Diego.

(Quick question, do they have a ship name? Asking for tagging purposes).

And Allison would take none of Diego’s shit. Oh, Diego has one of his mood swings and tries to be an emo boy and pull that ‘I don’t need anyone shit’? Boy, Allison is a single mother who’s been through a divorce already, she doesn’t have time for your angst.

Lmao, Allison being like: “We’ll sit down and talk about our feelings now” after a fight and Diego complains the whole time but sits down like a good boy.

Also, Allison would do the vigilante thing from time to time because she may pretend to be an adult and above that kinda stuff but it’s fun and they definitely argue over who took out more people.

Give me that power couple pls.

Allison/Klaus: One of my favourite ships! Can be real whole-hearted or angsty depending on the angle you take.

Like, Allison who keeps busting Klaus out of prison with her status and her rumours and who pays for his rehab stay every single time, at first still telling him that she’s gonna fix him with that Hollywood ‘You can do it’ attitude - slowly getting more and more annoyed by her no-good brother, feeling like a babysitter - maybe even refusing to keep indulging his brother, to keep giving him money he’s only gonna use on drugs anyway.

And Klaus who despises Allison’s glamour lifestyle, her polished image and her nuclear family - we could even throw some biphobia in there because Klaus remembers their talks about how pretty girls are but Allison pretends that never happened because it wouldn’t do her career much good. (Just like being seen with her junkie brother, “isn’t that why we can’t meet anywhere that isn’t a back alley? Why you can’t talk to me without sunglasses and a hat? Why you keep your voice down even when I scream at you?”)

Plus, some added angst: Patrick telling Allison to just drop her brother already, he’s just gonna self-destruct and take her with him and that creates tension between the two of them, could even be one of the many reasons for their divorce.

And just like that, Allison loses all of it. And Klaus is there with a cheap bottle of Tequila, already high and grinning at her: “Welcome at the bottom, sister dearest!”

*insert the 30k story about the two of them slowly learning to understand each other and finally being able to heal - with the help from the other but also because they wanna change for themselves. I vote for added bed sharing and sleepovers and them doing each other’s nails but also them fucking once and not talking about it because they were both really hurt and not really thinking when it happened but it staying in the back of their minds until they realize that they could actually work together*

This got angstier than it was supposed to be, sorry! I love them, I swear!

Allison/Five: Probably the least popular one out of all the Allison ships!

I have to admit that I don’t think about Five ships much? Which probably has to do with the whole child body thing but I’m not opposed to ships involving them! (Especially when they’re enby, y’all know my brand).

Allison/Five would be that kinda snob couple who knows they are superior to you and they’re not above showing you. Lots of quibs, lots of sarcasm.

But also probably one of the more mature ones? I can see Allison being unsure at first because Five is- no, looks like a kid and who knows when that will get fixed? And maybe it’s because she’s a Mum but sometimes she just treats them like a child and Five hates it.

(Five probably has to do a lot of courting before Allison considers a relationship. Which is bullshit. They both know there’s tension there, why the fuck is Allison drawing back from that? Just because Five’s trapped in this body? Does Allison think they want that?)

Five aggressively flirting while Allison to herself is like: ‘Hoe, don’t do it.’ but eventually giving in.

And of course, depending on your take of Five’s body, things are gonna be weird. Like, a popular hc is to have Five in a 20ish body but even then, just imagine the headlines.

Allison Hargreeves, world star, dating a guy 10 years younger!!! Is she getting over her divorce with a boy toy?

(Not to mention the pseudo-incest part).

They’d get a lot of shit I’d say.

And Five would be furious about that. How dare they imply that their relationship with Allison is just some fling? They’ll show them. So they make a game out of proving the paparazzi wrong. Makes it their mission to treat Allison as right as possible.

(Also I have feelings about the whole Five - Claire - Allison thing. I mean, just Five mentioning wanting to meet Claire? Knowing her name? I am soft).

And I know I am rambling a little but whether you think Patrick was/is a nice guy or not (I personally think he is), I can see Allison being so obsessed with seeming flawless and having the picture perfect family - as opposed to her own family - that she felt like she could never really be herself? Like she had to hide a lot of her more ‘ugly’ sides to be desirable.

And Five doesn’t care about that shit. Five also doesn’t care about courtesy. Five will jump into her room at the beginning of their relationship, watch her scramble around to try and change into something nicer than her pajamas and apologize for her messy hair and her pimples- “I just woke up, I didn’t have time to put on my make up, can’t you come back later Five?”

And Five’s like: “You look like someone who just woke up. Your hair is sweaty and you have a pretty big pimple on your nose. Also, your morning breath is horrible. Can we cuddle now?”

(Five is the first partner Allison burps in front of. It’s pretty freeing).

Five on the other hand has someone they can be insecure in front of. Where they don’t have to pretend they know all the answers. Be dismissive with. (They’re trying to let all of their siblings in but it’s a process, okay?)

I’m sorry, I’ll stop now but I gave myself feelings.

Allison/Ben: This feels like an easier couple. Like, more normal, lmao. Just a couple of adopted sibs falling in love the old-fashioned way - after one of them gets brought back to live and they survive a near apocalypse their sister caused.

I like to spin some tale of being in love as kids (like with Alluther) but for me the two of them really work better as just being friends as kids and then once Ben comes back, Allison realizes how much she missed him and she’s like “What is this???? Am I....crushing on him??” (imagine the Beauty and the Beast song where they realise they like each other while playing in the snow).

Just...some good and nice slowburn. Maybe some added angst with Ben thinking Allison is confusing her relieve of him being alive with being in love or believes she’s looking for a rebound after her divorce.

Or maybe he believes he’s just touch-starved and that’s why he clings to Allison?

(Imagine the two of them chilling at the mansion together, just picking up where they left off, pretending to still be kids. Allison all excitedly showing Ben what he’s missed during all those years and what he only gets to experience now - let’s be honest this mostly boils down to Allison making him eat a bunch of stuff, not even waiting until he takes a bite himself but just putting it in his mouth because she wants to see whether he likes it).

(I hc that Allison can’t cook for shit but Ben has no real frame of reference unless you count blurry memories of what food used to taste like so it’s heaven to him and Allison is giddy).

They’re just cute, okay?

Allison/Vanya: ANGST. GAY ANGST. I mean, the guilt over what happened, Allison feeling like it’s her fault and treating Vanya all nice but Vanya stilll flinches everytime she sees the angry red scar across Allison’s throat. Plus, if Allison still can’t speak and will never speak again and Vanya tries her hardest to learn ASL with her so she doesn’t have to write down everything all the time.

Young Allison/Vanya with Vanya realising she’s queer and sneaking glances at Allison and immediately feeling guilty because she shouldn’t be looking, it’s wrong and dirty and Allison will hate her and-

Whereas she is completely missing the way Allison is looking back.

Also this ship can easily turn toxic with either of them - or both - getting overbearing after all that happened. And tbh, that’s just as exciting to write/think about.

That’s all I got for now but you’re welcome to talk more Allison/Allison ships with me!

#Allison Hargreeves

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