#my mum had promised to help me with hw when i got home and said it would probably only take 15 mins bc its easy stuff

[azurecatboy]

ffxivwrite: Stamp

Two in < 8 hours? Yippee!

Hoping to catch up but I gotta sleep cuz raid in lime 7 hours lol

This one is a bit different format-wise, at first, and may be a bit rough at the end but I had to stop

This one is early HW, tho my version of the timeline is a bit weird

I do what I want

Also wolchefant

Yippee x2

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Hey Ma, hey Mum,

It’s been a while since I’ve written to you, sorry about that. I know you’ll understand, what with my whole being framed for regicide and living in Ishgard as a refugee, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorry I can’t write more. Yugiri (I don’t know if you’ve met her? Au ra friend of mine, said she’s making sure you all are safe. She’s a ninja so you might not have seen her or her lackees, now that I think about it… It’s fine, she’s fine, she’s nice, I promise) she says that any letters I send being staggered out would be the best and safest way to still talk to you.

Anyroad, last time I sent you a letter we were only just really settling in here. Since then,Tataru and Alphinaud have started using their people skills around Ishgard. Rubbing elbows, gathering information, figuring out what all goes on here. I’ve helped House Fortemps some, with my lance and bow, of course. It wasn’t my idea, but Taru and Alphi made a good point that we should show some gratitude to them, and fighting at least seems to get the point across around here. That part I like and can understand. I’m good at fighting. The shitty parts I’m not good at that I don’t like are the stuffy parties and dances. The dances are nothing like back home. Boring, stiff. There’s weird rules about dress, posture, who leads, even who you dance with at all. I hate it, really. So I don’t dance here. Maybe I’ll ask Alphi to teach 

They also hate how I talk, they think I sound stupid (Haurchefant’s uppity arse of an older half-brother didn’t say “stupid” but “less than civilized” is pretty damned close if you ask me). So I’ve got speech lessons now. I didn’t even know they had those.They were going to try to teach me how to read and write, too, and were shocked when I told them I already could. Thanks for that, Mum. Really.

Haurchefant has been my Twelve’s grace through all of this. He knows what to say to calm me down and has definitely saved some of these noble pricks from getting decked in the face. Having someone who’s able to keep up with and spar with me helps a lot, too.  

Sometimes, when it’s all too much and I really start to get all itchy, feeling like I’m trapped in walls in walls in walls, I grab Heulyn from the stables and just ride him all the way out to Camp Dragonhead. (That’s actually where I’m writing from, now.) It’s about a half day’s ride on a bird as fast as Heulyn, so I usually stay for a night or three. Sure, it’s safer in Ishgard proper, but I need to get away from time to time. When I’m out here, I can stand outside on the highest tower of the stronghold and look in the direction of home. The trees out that way aren’t the same exact trees, but I can pretend.

I do always go back, though. I have to. Alphinaud and Tataru need me.

I do plan on going back in the morrow, one of the more involved tasks I took up for the Fortempses is basically babysitting Haurchefant’s half-brother Emmen Emani Emanal Emmanellain while he’s out in what’s called the Sea of Clouds and we are going to take the airship out aftermorrow. Just wanted to get this out to you before then. 

I miss you, Mum. I miss you, Ma. I miss Novah, Zurie, Seb and all the little ones. I miss the farm.

I miss home.

Tell everyone I say hi. Be safe.

Love,

Rhein’ir

P.S. Haurchefant says “hello” and wants me to tell you to “fret not” cuz he’s been praying to Halone for your safety. 

Rhein’ir sighed, tossing more pounce onto the parchment with the new addition to his letter, and reclined in his borrowed chair with a stretch while waiting for the ink to dry.

“Forgive me, dear, did I overstep when asking you to include my postscript?”

The dragoon tilted his head further back, over the chair’s backrest, to look at Haurchefant standing behind him. “What? Naw, Mum an’ Ma’ll love it, really. Are you sure s’alright for me t’use th’ Fortemps’ seal? I can just dab th’ wax on with anythin’.”

“Of course.” the knight leaned down, sweeping Rhein’ir’s bangs to the side to press a light kiss to his forehead, smiling at the way he dramatically scrunched his face at the show of affection. Even if this was Haurchefant’s private study, the Keeper would sometimes still fuss, and it was cute. “‘Tis not unusual for one to see the sigil of House Fortemps on sealed missives or documents outside of Ishgard. We are the house that has their hand in most foreign affairs, after all. By a wide margin.”

“Aye, guess that’s true.”

He sat up straight again, grabbing the letter and gently shaking any loose pounce left back into the pouncet-box. A light touch with his finger to the ink let him know that yes, it was dry, so he rolled the parchment up and tied it off with a length of twine he had at the ready. With the reaffirmed permission to use the seal, he set the wax to melt and reached for the drawer he knew that the stamp was stored.

While waiting for the wax to melt, he rolled the stamp back and forth on the desk’s surface with one hand, idly drumming his nails on the arm of the chair with the other. Sealing wax didn’t take long to melt, compared to other waxes, but that didn’t mean Rhein’ir had patience for it.

The Keeper wanted his letter enroute as soon as possible.

Plus…

It was his and Haurchefant’s last night together for at least a few weeks.

Wax melted, Gods bless, he poured just enough over the twine’s tie. A press of the seal and the miqo’te jumped to his feet with the letter in hand, heading towards the balcony. He figured the bitter cold of the Coerthan highlands would cool the wax faster, anyroad.

The knight followed Rhein’ir closely behind, smiling to himself in amusement at his lover’s impatient antics.

As soon as Rhein’ir crossed the threshold, he whistled, ears shooting up and swiveling around, listening out for something. Then they canted west, and he looked up to see a hawk swooping down from that direction. 

He pulled his jacket sleeve down over his hand and held his arm out with a toothy grin, tail swishing in excitement when the hawk flapped its wings to slow its descent, talons out, and it landed on his arm with an impressive amount of grace with how fast it had come in.

“Heya, Fletch. You're one brilliant bird, y'know that? Comin’ right at the first whistle.” He pulled his arm in, giving the hawk scritches with a finger of the hand holding the letter, “Sorry s'been so long, mate. You look healthy, though, feathers look nice. Th’ huntin’ good out here?”

The bird, of course, didn't answer. But he did bump his head against Rhein'ir's hand, expecting more pets.

“Sure sure.” He obliged, giving him some more scatches before lowering his arm to the balcony's parapet. When the bird hopped onto his new perch, Rhein'ir dug into his pocket and procured what Haurchefant recognized as liver leftover from that night's dinner. He chuckled when their eyes met and Rhein'ir's ears folded back in embarrassment.

“Look…”

“You need not explain yourself, dear. I'm more than happy to simply observe your knack for handling most any creature.”

It was true, Rhein'ir seemed to have an affinity for animals. Big or small, magical or mundane. Perhaps it was something to do with his Echo.

Still. Rhein'ir turned back to the bird with an embarrassed grumble, never quite sure how to handle genuine praise.

Fletch took the liver, and while he was preoccupied tearing into his offering, the dragoon pulled out a wooden canister with leather straps. He unscrewed the top, slid the letter in, and screwed it closed again.

“Mind takin’ another letter back home for me?”

The bird, again, said nothing, but Rhein'ir was able to approach and strap the container to his back with relative ease.

When he stepped back and when Fletch had finished his snack, the hawk spread its wings. He moved them, seemingly testing their mobility. Then, the bird took off. 

Rhein'ir watched the raptor circle a few times overhead before taking off in the direction of Gridania.

Home.

With a sigh, Rhein'ir leaned back, knowing Haurchefant would be there. 

And he was.

Always.

His back against his knight's chest, he lifted his arms enough for Haurchefant to wrap his own arms around his middle and pull him closer.

He grinned up at him, showing off his sharp teeth when he asked, “Take me to bed, now?”

“Oh, gladly.”

[ndksicksxijsksidis]

wow I am sad and stressed and !!!!! just bad in general

[lanamemories2]

rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺🌚

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife. 

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past......... 

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!