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aerialsquid · 6 days ago

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Just hit 25k on my Dollmaker/Martyn fic so posting a small peek for my friends from my drafts. ....you can also look if you aren't my friend, I suppose. I'm not gatekeeping it. I just gotta host it somewhere.

Oh also this is spicy eventually so be warned.

The rainy season ended, to much fanfare and the joy of citizenry tired of feeling like they had to swim through the air to get to work. Farmers finished their frantic harvests and found themselves with time on their hands to attend demonstrations by weird mages in blue masks, and Martyn found himself with Celestium gigs again.

It was during his third match of the week that he noticed a set of masked servants carrying a palanquin across the bottom row of seats. None of their outfits matched, but all were in varying shades of blue, from Sky to Rhotano to Navy.

At first Martyn mistook them for stagehands, as he peered through the slatted window in the door separating him from the arena floor. Their clothing was too bright and too free of dust, though. More importantly, all of them were wearing deeply familiar purple veils across the top halves of their faces.

The palanquin was set down and the 'servants' stood at attention beside it. It was drawing some amount of attention from the crowd. You rarely got Platinum Mirage caliber guests here, aside from the rare weirdo with a bloodsport fixation.

"What the hells are you doing here?" Martyn whispered.

"What's who doing where?" Behind him, Gaheel Ja was trying to get a peek through the door window as well.

Martyn jumped back, spinning to put his back to the door. "Nobody! Nobody we know. I'm just scoping out the crowd."

Gaheel Ja, with great effort, rolled his eyes. Mamool Ja weren't made for the gesture but he'd adopted it for when he really wanted Martyn to know he was annoyed at him. "Anyone who's going to be mad at us?" he asked.

"No. Definitely not mad."

"Pfeh." He tossed his head and carried the crate of spellbooks off.

Behind Martyn, the arena door slowly began to rise. From outside, he could hear the sound of Royce wearily announcing him.

"Give it up once more for the Great Azuro!"

Martyn straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and forced his signature smirk onto his face. All right. Time to be on stage.

They had him against a flock of Vodoriga this time - gangly, batwinged creatures with sharp faces. They tended to swarm like bats too, flailing themselves against his shields and bringing in attacks from all angles. As voidsent went, they were a classic in the arena - easy to catch, easy to disperse, easy to kill but they made it look difficult. Martyn took his time, dispersing them with his flashier spells, fireballs and dancing lights trailing behind him.

The mask blocked out his peripheral vision, but every so often he caught a glimpse of a pale face peeking out of the palanquin curtains. Once, so brief that he could barely see it, a dark hand waved shyly down at him.

Then a Vodoriga dove out of his blind spot and he had to cast a last-minute burst of Nightbloom not to get his face chewed off.

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"Thought I told you to get rid of those tacky earrings," Royce said, barely looking at him when he came around after the match.

"They fit my color scheme," Martyn huffed.

"But not your aesthetic. I don't want to see them next round. Off." Royce made snatching gestures at both his ears, as if to threaten she'd yank them off herself if Martyn wore them out into the arena again.

Martyn's hand was halfway to his ears when Latool Ja peered in the doorway, one claw resting against the doorframe.

"Martyn? We don't have any spellbooks. Or canes."

"Where'd you last see them? Those things are expensive–"

"No, I mean we sold them all."

Martyn could see how Royce abruptly sat up straighter, than forcibly re-hunched just in case anyone thought she was excited about something.

Martyn, meanwhile, had a brief flash of joy and validation before remembering who was in the stands.

One fan was better than zero fans, he supposed.

"Latool Ja, can you make sure that guy in the box doesn't leave until I'm there? Just don't look inside. He's uh, that student I mentioned. The odd one."

"Sure, I guess."

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The rest of the crowd had left, but the palanquin remained, still resting in what would usually be the lift for getting equipment up to the seating area. The four guards stood with their backs to the curtain, hands folded in front of them, veiled and unmoving. Martyn pushed past them and crawled inside.

Dollmaker was coiled inside on top of a stack of pillows. One hand held a small crystal that lit up a lacy skirt stretched on an embroidery hoop, as the three other hands worked to repair a small tear on the hem. The glow of Dollmaker's eyes intensified as Martyn tied the curtain shut behind him.

He could see a small pile of spellbooks and canes piled next to Dollmaker, coiled within the spiraling at the end of its tail. Ah, well. They'd be just as useful for doll props as for anything else - Martyn's spellbook had been a basic notebook and charcoal pencil. Everything beyond the paper itself was just extra expenses and window dressing.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I came to watch you do your…you're not mad, are you?" Dollmaker's head dipped abruptly, nervous.

"No, no. Far from it. I just didn't know you liked to watch gladiator fights. Especially since your fellows are often the ones in the ring."

"Oh, I don't. I just wanted to watch you." Its sickly-sweet falsetto turned adoring as Dollmaker slithered forward towards him. Two hands rose up to touch the sapphire earrings. "I was wondering where these went," it cooed. "They do look lovely on you. Blue is your color, as always."

Martyn found himself sinking into Dollmaker's embrace, leaning against the cool bulk of its body as the four sets of hands pawed over him. His fingertips slid along Dollmaker's back, feeling the pulsating smoothness where a real animal would have had bones and muscle below the skin.

"The jacket is a bit garish," Dollmaker grumbled, toying with one epaulet.

"Not my choice. Royce - my manager - picks the outfit. She says it's iconic."

"It's too much. Not elegant. If I made you a new one, would you wear it?"

"Royce is not going to let me wear a tiered skirt into the arena. Or bows."

"I could do something with pants."

Dollmaker's fingertips clawed over Martyn's groin. His hips jerked up into the touch. Gods, here of all places? There was nothing more unerotic than one's workplace, but there went his cock, getting erect in the workplace.

"I wish I could buy this whole place," Dollmaker was whispering. "I could be the only one watching you perform. And I could choose the outfits, too."

"You're about to get a private show as it is," Martyn groaned. "Please don't get the suit messy, it's such a bother to clean the decorations…"

Dollmaker decided that meant it should start stripping Martyn down, which Martyn had no complaints about. "Then why use it in battle? You should use a fabric that's easier to wash."

"Told you, wasn't my, mmmm, choice…" He thrust into Dollmaker's cool grip, thighs cradled in the lower two arms. Dollmaker leaned back, making its body a bed for Martyn to lay on. Its mouth opened, letting the thick red tongue slid out. Martyn eagerly rutted against it.

"Don't let me make noise," he begged in a ragged whisper. Dollmaker obliged and Martyn felt his jaw lock shut. Thus gagged, he could rock with abandon against the wet expanse of Dollmaker's tongue, abandoning the last shreds of his self control. The upper arms embraced him gently. The lower ones went to town on his slick erection, pressing up and between his legs.

Martyn climaxed in ecstatic silence.

Dollmaker's tongue curled and caught the mess, diving in to slide up along his groin to clean the rest.

"If my comrades thought to try tasting aether this way, we would all be succubi," Dollmaker mused. It played with Martyn's hair as he lay panting in its arms. "But I don't mind. It means I get you all to myself."

"I think you drastically underestimate how appealing I am to the average anyone. I mean, look at me." Martyn gestured down the length of his sweaty body.

Dollmaker gave him a long, thoughtful look, before twisting its neck to stare at him and return a flat, "Look at me."

"Okay. Point. But what I mean is, for a human I'm not that great. I am aggressively mid-tier at best, aesthetically. It's why you keep swapping out my bits, right? Because there's some room for improvement there." Though he'd previously assumed the improvement needed to be away from small, cute, and demure.

Dollmaker grumbled, beckoning with two fingers towards the curtains. A moment later one of the dolls crawled into the palanquin - a hyur woman, her hair tied back in blue ribbons, her leather armor ornamented with tiny sapphire-colored gems. (Glass, probably. But glass doing a good job of looking not like glass.)

Without any ceremony, or even a decent cork-pop sound effect, Dollmaker plucked Martyn's head off his body and swapped it for the doll's head. Martyn felt grateful for his lack of stomach as his perspective whipped about, landing again as Dollmaker placed his head on the stump of the doll's neck.

"Hey!" Martyn staggered to one side, catching himself with his new, thinner arm.

"I may have an aesthetic," Dollmaker said primly. " But if it's one I can't ever hope to match myself, why should I force that upon you? It's a good body. Healthy, vigorous. And I enjoy the soul within it."

Martyn sat back on his knees, taking in the odd sight of his own body laying limp, nude, and masked. He reached out to it, putting one hand on his body's knee.

"It feels…familiar," he muttered. "I can feel it. Just a little." He patted the knee, then pinched the skin above the kneecap, fascinated at the echo of sensation. "Like I'm feeling it through layers of leather."

"Really? That's fascinating. I can't split off my own body, so I have no idea if there's a difference between your original flesh and borrowed."

Martyn grinned, caught up in the elation of discovery. "I have to dig pretty hard to feel much, but it's there."

"Well, don't damage yourself too much, doll. Besides, I have a better idea."

Dollmaker caressed Martyn's thigh, making the body's legs spread. The member laying between them, soft and at rest, slowly began to inflate.

Heat rushed to Martyn's face.

"Haven't tried this since I was a teenager," he said, and ducked his head to take in the head of his own cock. With his eyes closed he could almost feel it, like a phantom limb, a warm memor of pleasure. His hand moved between the doll's legs, stroking what wasn't there. Martyn took himself deeper, chasing the enhancement of pleasure, chasing the thrill of discovery.

The pressure against his cheeks echoed into the pressure around his cock, a feedback loop of strange sensation.

The body below him didn't move, but he could feel the pulse of blood through the vein under his tongue, taste his own seed brimming forth into the back of his throat. Martyn adjusted to go down all the way, throat relaxing with ease. Breathing seemed an afterthought - it would be later he'd notice he wasn't doing it at all. Not when every organ in his body only functioned at Dollmaker's preference.

Self-consciousness began to overtake Martyn - what an idiot he must look like, ass up in a dress deep throating his own dick - before Dollmaker's fingers came to gently stroke through his hair, settling him down again.

Martyn knew what he liked, where he wanted to be touched. He'd fantasized enough about it in the long spaces between the times that anyone bothered to even try fulfilling his requests. The pressure built and built, until the effort of sucking became strenuous. I know myself, I don't have this much stamina…unless…

"Would you like it to climax, dear Martyn?"

Bastard's controlling the body. Of course it'll only come at his command.

Martyn gave an aggressive "mmm!" noise as his head bobbed, and on the downstroke his mouth was instantly filled. Orgasm echoed through the thin thread connecting his mind to his body, abruptly forcing the doll's body into its own complimentary climax, hips rutting against the palanquin's pillows.

"It's been so long since I've seen something quite like that," Dollmaker said fondly.

Martyn rose back on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What, oral sex? You had me sucking a doll off three weeks ago." They'd been playing Princess and Loyal Guards, a scenario with several varying and complicated levels of political intrigue but inevitably ended in the "princess" getting attention from every direction at once.

"I meant the��.enthusiasm. The curiosity. All the things I usually must invent for myself, you bring with you." Dollmaker took a lacy hankerchief from the doll's pockets and delicately cleaned Martyn's body with it. "The way your eyes light up takes my breath away."

Martyn wasn't sure how to respond to that. The mask wasn't making eye-socket to eye contact with him as it cleaned.

"I…like that you let me try weird things like this," he managed, feeling inadequate even as the words came out of his mouth. Loquacious as he could be in the arena, it was harder out of the spotlight.

"Here, let me, ah. Give you some head in return." Dolmaker tittered to itself, hand to the mouth of its mask.

"Can you do it slowly? As slow as you can, please."

Martyn felt himself balancing on the neck stump, like a ball on a pedestal. The weak tendrils of his own aether were already reaching out to him, yearning to reconnect. All he had to do was reach out, reweave, rejoin, bind light to light, warm to warm. As Dollmaker reconnected him he focused hard as he could on the way the strands came together, as if it were his own fingertips moulding the flesh back into place.

At long last, the spell clicked into place in his mind.

Hybridize.

Dollmaker pulled its hands back. "Oh! It just–"

"Yes! Ha! I think I have it! Months of work and I finally have it!"

"I saw it! It went together all by itself. You did it, Martyn!" Dollmaker grabbed at his hands gleefully. "Next week, next week you must come try it with my dolls! I want to see it, Martyn, I want to see what you can make of yourself!"

"Yes!" Martyn scrambled up to his feet, unsteady on his legs. Dollmaker's body writhed and coiled in delight. The frame of the palanquin shook with their movement.

"Next week, dear Dollmaker, we'll make something amazing together!" he declared, dropping a kiss to the mask's cheek before heaving himself over the edge and out through the curtains. The new spell sang in his mind, outlining the world in a faint glow of aether.

#dollmaker #martyn goodfellow #lemon #drafts #wips

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dualcastimpact · 6 months ago

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All That Glitters is Blue + BLU Lore

I'll never level cap BLU, I said. I'm too nervous to do group content for spells, I said. Masked Carnivale is too hard, I said.

ALL THAT GLITTERS IS BLUE, BAYBEEEEE

Whoever it was that decided the thunder AoEs should have a random pattern better sleep with one eye open from now on, that's all I'm saying. The achievement wasn't even hard to get because I always forget to use Sprint anyhow, it was just a matter of using every element and not destroying the crystal — the real challenge was beating him in the first place! Screw Goldor Rush, honestly.

Anyhow – beating Goldor and finishing the ShB BLU questline made me want to write a bit about how it really went in Raginmar's canon, so that'll be under the cut!

The first thing to note about the BLU questlines in Raginmar's canon is that they did not happen with Raginmar. The real BLU mage in this canon is Marzanna:

She's the one who heard rumours of a strange new magic in Limsa Lominsa and got roped into Martyn's shenanigans (and thus the BLU questline), becoming Azuro the Second. She easily gets exasperated by Martyn's shameless gil-grubbing and spineless kowtowing, but she genuinely respects and admires him for giving her a new direction in life when she felt she had nothing else to live for.

There are some deviations, obviously — in the Stormblood BLU questline, Marzanna is unfamiliar with Gyodo and Kageyama (because Raginmar was the one who met Gyodo in the Stormblood MSQ, and he was the one who drove off Kageyama from Kugane Castle) and in the Shadowbringers BLU questline, Latool Ja says some hero went and saved the star and Martyn gripes about how he could have helped.

Which brings me to this point about the Shadowbringers BLU questline: most of the new spells are from the First, right? So how in the world did Martyn know about them?

In the level 73 quest, we actually see him use Deep Clean on Trachtoum — a spell learned only from the Seeker of Solitude, a singularly unique individual on the First! There's no equivalent enemy in Eorzea, so 1) who added spells from the First to the blue magic spellbook? and 2) how did Martyn even learn them?

We can't answer the second question — maybe Martyn figured out how to get to the First, maybe he got whoever it was who added the spell to the spellbook to teach him, we don't really know. But from Martyn's statement, we can conclude that the adventurer responsible for adding those spells would be someone who's travelled so much that they've even gone to distant shards. There aren't a lot of people who can claim that, and fewer still who are blue mages.

In fact, there's only one person who fits both bills.

It's Raginmar.

But hang on, you say. Raginmar's not a BLU mage, you said, it's Marzanna. Well no. Raginmar isn't a BLU mage, meaning he's not the mage in the BLU questline, but he is very much a blue mage. Sometime in ARR, Martyn needed help with an issue or other and Marzanna introduced him to Raginmar, saying that he'd help for the low, low price of a BLU job stone and the most basic of instructions. Chaos ensued, but eventually they did get to the instructing part — when Martyn's Mamool Ja assistants summoned a Kraken for Raginmar to learn Water Cannon from, instead of the comedic beating the player character (i.e. Marzanna) got in the starter quest, Raginmar dodged the Kraken's attack and one-shotted the thing with a burst of lightning. He then turned around and fired off a Water Cannon at a nearby tree, snapping the trunk in half and sending it toppling to the ground. "Not bad," he said, then nodded to the dumbstruck Marzanna and Martyn, said his farewells and left.

Unlike Marzanna, Raginmar isn't a particularly dedicated blue mage. Marzanna actively goes around the realm searching for stronger enemies to fight and learn spells from; Raginmar only happens to pick up spells from enemies he happens to face. He never went back to the BLU guild — I'm not sure if he even knows Martyn ever set up a proper guild, but Raginmar does end up writing to Martyn every once in a while, detailing new enemies and attacks he'd learned from them. He's probably responsible for most of the spells listed in the spellbook, even.

"He say it is gift from adventurers who travel to far away lands. Maybe someday, you will see these lands too."

Ignoring the fact that it's Raginmar in the screenshot, this line ties in perfectly with the idea that Raginmar is the one who shared those spells from faraway lands that Marzanna had never seen. Raginmar's been to the First; Marzanna has not. Raginmar is the one who fought Titania and Innocence and learned devastating new spells from them, and shared them with Martyn to add to the blue magic spellbook. It all works out, and I personally love it.

Anyhow: the Shadowbringers BLU questline revolves around Martyn searching from a new nemesis for the acclaimed Azuro the Second, as the Celestium has begun losing viewers due to many finding the matches boring. Eventually it's revealed that Martyn himself is a very skilled and powerful mage; he demonstrates his prowess in a match against an Ishgardian dragoon and ends up playing Goldor, Azuro the Second's latest nemesis.

This is more or less what happens in Marzanna's BLU canon, save for one rather important change: in the original questline, they're looking for someone who can challenge the BLU mage who's also the Warrior of Light. In Marzanna's canon, the BLU mage is not the Warrior of Light. In other words, the Warrior of Light himself is a perfectly viable potential opponent for the great Azuro the Second!

Marzanna does tentatively suggest this to Martyn and Royse; level-wise this would be at the beginning of the questline, likely level 71. She explains that the Warrior of Light, the selfsame one who went and saved the star from certain destruction, is a member of her adventuring party. She's not certain he would agree to performing in the Celestium, but she thinks it wouldn't hurt to ask. Royse agrees and dispatches Martyn and Marzanna to find him.

When they do find him, Raginmar predictably refuses on the grounds that he's not interested in performing for coin, and also he takes combat too seriously to put on a show the likes of the Masked Carnivale (in that same vein he refuses to spar with anyone because he doesn't really know how to pull back enough to not kill his opponent; he just goes all out). Martyn takes the refusal graciously (and gratefully; someone as legendary as the Warrior of Light would be expensive to hire) and leaves, but Marzanna hangs back when Raginmar motions for her to. At first he questions why they're seeking someone like him when they have a powerful mage already, and when Marzanna expresses her confusion, he explains that through his sensitivity to aetheric signatures, he could tell that Martyn is a master of magic, possibly at the level of archmage. Marzanna is doubtful at first, but the arcanist she meets in the level 73 quest confirms it:

Addendum: this is also why Raginmar is exceptionally good at blue magic without much trying. Raginmar is a master of multiple schools of magic — black, white, and red that combines the two, in addition to advanced arcanima and ancient Nymian scholar arts and summoner magicks — which means like Martyn, he has the requisite knowledge to properly master the Whalaqee's blue magic.

Addendum #2: it's a little hypocritical for Martyn to be baffled by the Golden Goliath using different types of magicks simultaneously back in the Stormblood BLU questline; in the level 78 quest duel against Ser Alaimbert, he's shown to use multiple types of elemental spells: wind and earth (white magic), lightning (black magic) and gravity (Astrologian magic?). There's only one other person who's capable of that sort of feat — Raginmar.

But I digress. Point is, it was Raginmar who first pointed out to Marzanna how strong Martyn actually is, but it wasn't until the level 78 quest that Marzanna (and Royse) believed it.

And there you have it, the BLU questline as per Marzanna and Raginmar's canon! I'm really looking forward to Dawntrail and what it could mean for BLU; I don't particularly enjoy the Masked Carnivale (actually I don't enjoy it at all) but I do love the lore and I'm looking forward to possibly meeting the Whalaqee for ourselves!

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv #ff14 #raginmar #marzanna #fun times #character lore #lore: raginmar #lore: marzanna

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