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I'd like to apologize for lack of activity. I could no longer afford basic needs such as a roof over my head, water, and food and for the last few weeks plus probably several more from now I will be preoccupied with getting back on my feet. I've currently moved back in with my family and must needs find a new job and start settling in. This isn't to say that I won't post during this time, just not as often as I'd like.

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Commissions

Due to needing money for rent, I have opened little blurb commissions. I will be taking many so there is no limit to requests. Each commissioned blurb will be $3 USD. Though feel free to tip extra if you like it! The only rule is that I will not be taking requests for NSFW or with your OC. They must also be about Final Fantasy 14 at this time. At later dates I plan on doing other’s OC’s but writing other people’s characters is a lot more difficult since I am not intimate with them. You can expect about a 1-3 day wait for your blurb.  

You can go here to make requests.  

Edit: I will be taking NSFW requests.

Lime/Steamy: Just the juicy bits before the really good stuff. It is an extra $3 dollars for this.

Lemon: The whole shabang. The sex, the foreplay, it is everything. It is an extra $6 dollars if you choose this option.

Smut: No plot, no character development. Straight sex, or preferably, kinky sex. All the positions. Every position. It is an extra $9 dollars if you choose this option.                         

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Blurb: Braids Pt. 1

Ryne glanced at Alisaie. Her silver hair draped across her back like a silk curtain instead of tightly maintained in its braid. Ryne didn't want to stare but she'd never seen the elezen with her hair down.

"Something on my face?" Alisaie asked. Ryne gasped and stuttered, unable to form a reply. It wasn't until Alphinaud came out of his room, his hair in a similar state did it prompt Ryne to speak.

"Good morning Alphinaud," Ryne said with a smile, hoping to change the subject.

Alphinaud nodded, looking chipper than his sister. Ryne watched on, curious as Alisaie turned around, handing her brother a red ribbon and her silver hair clasp. Alphinaud immediately ran his fingers through her hair. It was automatic, almost natural, and Alphinaud did it with such speed and grace; Alisaie's hair was braided before Ryne could blink. The twins turned to repeat the process.

"I didn't know you braid each other's hair," Ryne commented. Usually the twins slept together in the same room, but at Ryne's request, Alisaie slept with her. Thoughts of their inevitable departure kept her mind alert and racing.

Alisaie nodded, "We can do it ourselves, but it is so much easier to have someone else do it." Ryne had gone quiet. "Do you want your hair braided?"

Ryne covered her face. "Urianger tried to teach me. I was a poor student."

Alphinaud tsked, "Nonsense, braiding can be difficult. And happens to be the only art my sister has mastered."

"Excuse you, brother!" Alisaie undid her braid. "If you're so good, you can teach her."

Alphinaud chuckled, "Better to teach Ryne than to have my hair pulled by your rough hands!" 

Alisiaie turned her head to blow her tongue at him. It wasn't long before she felt uncertain fingers comb through her hair. A few hundred braids and a sore scalp later, her braid was back up. It was a bit too tight, but it held well and was straight.

Alisaie stood and thanked Ryne, to see her brother had braided the younger girl's hair. "Your hair looks lovely in a braid."

"Thanks, but it looks too much like yours, I think."

"Nonsense," Alphinaud chimed in. He was missing his hair clip. "I think it fits you perfectly. Ryne Leveilliur."

"Waters," Ryne corrected. 

"What are we watering?" Thancred asked, coming into the large room the three had taken over for their braiding session. "Also, your hair looks good like that. You plan on braiding your hair?"

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Commissions

Due to needing money for rent, I have opened little blurb commissions. I will be taking many so there is no limit to requests. Each commissioned blurb will be $3 USD. Though feel free to tip extra if you like it! The only rule is that I will not be taking requests for NSFW or with your OC. They must also be about Final Fantasy 14 at this time. At later dates I plan on doing other’s OC’s but writing other people’s characters is a lot more difficult since I am not intimate with them. You can expect about a 1-3 day wait for your blurb.  

You can go here to make requests.                             

[warriorsofwriting]

Commissions

Due to needing money for rent, I have opened little blurb commissions. I will be taking many so there is no limit to requests. Each commissioned blurb will be $3 USD. Though feel free to tip extra if you like it! The only rule is that I will not be taking requests for NSFW or with your OC. They must also be about Final Fantasy 14 at this time. At later dates I plan on doing other’s OC’s but writing other people’s characters is a lot more difficult since I am not intimate with them. You can expect about a 1-3 day wait for your blurb.  

You can go here to make requests.  

Edit: I will be taking NSFW requests.

Lime/Steamy: Just the juicy bits before the really good stuff. It is an extra $3 dollars for this.

Lemon: The whole shabang. The sex, the foreplay, it is everything. It is an extra $6 dollars if you choose this option.

Smut: No plot, no character development. Straight sex, or preferably, kinky sex. All the positions. Every position. It is an extra $9 dollars if you choose this option.                         

[warriorsofwriting]

Commissions

Due to needing money for rent, I have opened little blurb commissions. I will be taking many so there is no limit to requests. Each commissioned blurb will be $3 USD. Though feel free to tip extra if you like it! The only rule is that I will not be taking requests for NSFW or with your OC. They must also be about Final Fantasy 14 at this time. At later dates I plan on doing other's OC's but writing other people's characters is a lot more difficult since I am not intimate with them. You can expect about a 1-3 day wait for your blurb.  

You can go here to make requests.  

Edit: I will be taking NSFW requests.

Lime/Steamy: Just the juicy bits before the really good stuff. It is an extra $3 dollars for this.

Lemon: The whole shabang. The sex, the foreplay, it is everything. It is an extra $6 dollars if you choose this option.

Smut: No plot, no character development. Straight sex, or preferably, kinky sex. All the positions. Every position. It is an extra $9 dollars if you choose this option.                         

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Blurb: When Lost at Sea

"Aren't you supposed to be a former pirate?" Alisaie asked, huffing as she glared at a broken cornerstone in the Ul'Dah market. 

Aiswyda raised her brow, "So?"

Alisaie shrugged, "So, doesn't that mean you're supposed to be good at navigating?"

"Navigating by sea and the stars is completely different when you cannot see the horizon or the heavens," Aiswyda replied. The marketplace was packed with shoppers despite the late hour. The lamps and stalls continued to glow and light the darkness, which helped to navigate their footfalls but made it hard to see the stars.

Alisaie shook her head but continued to follow Aiswyda. At least until she found a guard and asked for directions. The two finally made their way back to the inn to see Alphinaud pacing around.

"What took you two so long?" He asked, nearly running up to them.

"Aiswyda should never be trusted behind a boat wheel."

"I am a fine sailor! Getting lost in a labyrinth of a city will not change that."

Quite a bit shorter for a blurb, it was for Warrior of Light Wednesday!

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Blurb: Chattering

     Lyse sighed, her mind wondering. She was a third wheel she was sure of in this conversation. The twins were helping her draft a document for Ala Mhigo. Lyse would be the first to admit that such thinking was beyond her.

     Still, it would have been nice to understand the conversation. Full sentences would be a great start. Alphinaud and Alisaie had started out well enough but it had soon delved into one or two spoken words, some facial expressions or some vague hand movements. The twins understood each other fine, but she was left guessing.

     "Still, I think…" Alisaie said, pointing at the drafted document. Alphinaud shook his head and pointed to another clause on the faded and ink stained paper.

     "This here…" he replied. He looked at Alisaie, his lips pursed. A sign of deep thought.

     Lyse had nearly had enough. "Would you be so kind as to explain?"

     Alphinaud at least had the sense to look embarrassed. Alisaie looked more concerned. "Apologies Lyse. Alisaie and I were merely discussing such implications in these clauses."

     "What implications?"

     "You know…" Alisaie cut in, her hands making vague sweeping motions. Alphinaud shook his head.

     "I'm telling you Alisaie, we can't."

    Lyse exhaled sharply through her nose. "Can't what?" She crossed her arms and took a defensive stance.

     "Alphinaud doesn't agree with my calculations."

     "What calculations!?" Lyse huffed in response.

     "The calculations for the budgeting clause you asked us to look over," Alphinaud answered. He turned a hard stare to Alisaie. "Sister, thinks too much is being spent…"

     The conversation once again became just the twins as they muttered in their half spoken sentences once more. Alisaie at one point slapping her hands together in her brother's face. Alphinaud looked exasperated with a mix of frustration.

     Lyse could at least understand that. She muttered an ‘excuse me’, but she doubted it was even heard. She knew the twins would do an exceptional job, but she was hoping to learn from them as well.

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Blurb: Sibling Rivalry

     Thancred kicked up his feet onto the table. The mid-day sun glared from above the Crystarium. Soon, he and the others would be able to return to their bodies. Their friend had returned briefly to the source to send a message and prepare. It was bittersweet and he loathed leaving Ryne alone.

    “Thancred,” Ryne said, “You shouldn’t put your feet on the table.” She sat meekly across from him, though her gaze was distracted as she watched the twins talking a few feet away from them. 

    He shrugged and crossed his arms, keeping his feet on the table. “Eh, give the people of the First something to remember me by.”

    “That the scions want for manners should not be one of them,” Urianger replied, looking up from his book. “I dareth not imagine what our dear friend Y’shtola wouldst think nor wouldst I wish to be on the receiving end of her most fiery ire. Thy are most fortunate she secludes herself in the Cabinet of Curiosity.”

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Blurb: Reflections

     Alisaie’s soft snores filled the mid-sized room. Her bed lay at the opposite end of the room and left Alphinaud a clear view of his sister, her chest rising and falling with her every breath. After scarfing down dinner, she’d gone straight to bed. To be expected after her rampage on the poor hippogryph. She’d been getting a bad case of cabin fever and had jumped, literally, at the chance for a fight.

    Though her body recovered thanks to Krile’s ministrations since their souls returned from the First, her body was unable to keep up with her soul’s learned tactics and from being comatose for days. The exercise was needed, helping to work their stiff muscles.

    With the exception of her battle clothes strewn without thought on her side of the floor, the room was pristine. On that, they could both agree that cleanliness was needed. Their dressers in opposite corners and beds situated like mirror reflections. The only difference was Alphinaud’s bookshelf next to his dresser. A purple dyed privacy screen was folded and sat opposite the wall. It only unfolded and separated the two when privacy was needed, or if they got into a rather nasty argument. Alisaie would usually rent a room at an inn if it escalated to that point. His attention was brought back to his sister when her breath hiccuped in her slumber, but she merely turned her back to him, undisturbed.

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Blurb: Sibling Rivalry

     Thancred kicked up his feet onto the table. The mid-day sun glared from above the Crystarium. Soon, he and the others would be able to return to their bodies. Their friend had returned briefly to the source to send a message and prepare. It was bittersweet and he loathed leaving Ryne alone.

    “Thancred,” Ryne said, “You shouldn’t put your feet on the table.” She sat meekly across from him, though her gaze was distracted as she watched the twins talking a few feet away from them. 

    He shrugged and crossed his arms, keeping his feet on the table. “Eh, give the people of the First something to remember me by.”

    “That the scions want for manners should not be one of them,” Urianger replied, looking up from his book. “I dareth not imagine what our dear friend Y’shtola wouldst think nor wouldst I wish to be on the receiving end of her most fiery ire. Thy are most fortunate she secludes herself in the Cabinet of Curiosity.”

    Thancred huffed, spreading his arms out in a sarcastic shrug. He focused on the twins' conversation and pondered what could have gained Ryne’s such rapt attention.

    “I will terribly miss many of the people here,” Alisaie said to her brother, her arms crossed and face bordering a pout.

    “I, too, but I must admit that I will gladly put the chapter of Il Mheg behind us,” Alphinaud responded, his posture mimicking his sister’s. He shifted his legs, almost as if he was ready to walk away from Alisaie. “Imagine us exchanging clothes for their amusement. As if I could ever pull off such a rough look.”

    The moment the comment left his lips he sprinted away. Alisaie was raging behind him. She had unsheathed her rapier and had come dangerously close to snagging him with the sharp end of her weapon. “Alphinaud! Seven hells, turn around and say that to my face!” Unbridled laughter was her only response as he danced around her lunges.

    “Oh my!” Ryne gasped covering her mouth. “Shouldn’t we stop them!? What if Alphinaud gets hurt? Alisaie wouldn’t really hurt him would she?” Her big eyes looked at Thancred, and the young woman stood up, but hesitated on how to handle the situation.

    Thancred chuckled, folding his hands in his lap. “Nothing to fuss over. They are just playing.”

    “Playing?” Ryne repeated, tilting her head in confusion.

    “Behold,” Urianger pointed out with a smile, “See how my lady Alisaie does not aim for him, and how her mischievous sibling continues to egg her on. They merely jest with each other.”

    At some point, Alisaie had sheathed her weapon and favored chasing her brother around. She managed to grab him by his hair and pulled him closer. Alphinaud cried out in pain, “Alisaie! That hurt!” 

They were now wrestling in the plaza. Both were laughing, Alphinaud’s earlier pain forgotten, as they rolled around in a ball of red and blue. Ryne watched, her brows furrowed at the game. Alisaie eventually came out on top, sitting on her brother and crooning loudly at her victory.

    “Ryne! Help me!” Alphinaud managed to squeak out through bursts of giggles.

    Ryne turned to look at Urianger and Thancred who nodded to her. As she approached the twins Alisaie got off of her brother, and Ryne helped him up. She startled when he lost his footing from Alisaie’s push and she kept him steady. “You’re it brother!” Alisaie said, running towards the rookery.

    “Technically,” he stated, looking at Ryne, “That now means you’re it.” He followed his sister. She had grabbed the top railing of the rookery and glided over it in a single jump. Alphinaud attempted to follow suit but had instead used the bottom railing to lift one leg over at a time.

    Ryne giggled but chased after the twins. “Better hurry Alphinaud!” she teased. He looked up in horror to see her already clearing the plaza. Alisaie laughed further in the rookery.

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Blurb: Reflections

     Alisaie’s soft snores filled the mid-sized room. Her bed lay at the opposite end of the room and left Alphinaud a clear view of his sister, her chest rising and falling with her every breath. After scarfing down dinner, she’d gone straight to bed. To be expected after her rampage on the poor hippogryph. She’d been getting a bad case of cabin fever and had jumped, literally, at the chance for a fight.

    Though her body recovered thanks to Krile’s ministrations since their souls returned from the First, her body was unable to keep up with her soul’s learned tactics and from being comatose for days. The exercise was needed, helping to work their stiff muscles.

    With the exception of her battle clothes strewn without thought on her side of the floor, the room was pristine. On that, they could both agree that cleanliness was needed. Their dressers in opposite corners and beds situated like mirror reflections. The only difference was Alphinaud’s bookshelf next to his dresser. A purple dyed privacy screen was folded and sat opposite the wall. It only unfolded and separated the two when privacy was needed, or if they got into a rather nasty argument. Alisaie would usually rent a room at an inn if it escalated to that point. His attention was brought back to his sister when her breath hiccuped in her slumber, but she merely turned her back to him, undisturbed.

    Alphinaud closed the book he was reading, the words having lost meaning and blurring together. He set it upon his end table and burrowed into his sheets. Closing his eyes, he focused on his sister’s breathing. Some may have thought it strange for them to still be sharing a room, but it brought a soothing comfort. He could confidently take stock of how hearty and healthy his sister was. Compared to all the close calls, her being poisoned, slashed with a sword, nearly blown up, along with other scrapes, hearing her breaths come in evenly, and the thought of her being so close tempered his fear.

    Besides, it saved money for them to share a room. They’d packed light when they first left Sharlayan. His sister especially, bringing only the necessities with her. Alphinaud was hesitant to admit that he brought along many of the books and scrolls about Eorzea that he could carry. He still had them, shelved neatly and evenly on his only bookshelf which was now starting to get crowded. He had a fair more on his side of the room than his sister, and he felt a bit of a pack rat. He’d need to be more like Alisaie.

    When he had decided to go with the Populares to Garlemald those nights were hard. Sleep eluded him constantly, and he imagined the same was for Alisaie. The lack of her presence was almost disorienting. Then the headaches and his soul leaving for the First. He was sure the others had seen and knew, but Alphinaud was sure he did a good job of hiding his growing panic. Alisaie had joined him soon after and despite the danger their bodies and souls were in for being separated, he wasn’t afraid anymore. His sister was here.

    He recalled the party the night before they left the First. Alisaie was one of the first to fall asleep. Well collapsed more like it. It was fortunate that he was there. Alphinaud had managed to catch her, but the unexpected weight dragged him down. He fell asleep soon after. He’d woken up first to her peaceful slumber in the bed next to him. Alphinaud knew that Alisaie was embarrassed about the possibility of her drooling, and while he never confirmed it, it was no less true. She was so tired she had soaked the pillow.

    Opening his eyes, to see his sister still sleeping deeply, Alphinaud opened the end table, wincing as the wood squeaked and protested. He’d need to get that fixed. He carefully pulled out the carving of Estinien. If Alisaie ever found out about it, he’d never hear the end of it. The little figurines had become popular after the Dragonsong War and death of Nidhogg. Alphinaud wondered if Estinien’s room was like Alisaie’s. They were alike.

    They both had such straightforward priorities. Alphinaud envied them for being able to so quickly identify what needed to be done. And have the motivation to see it through swiftly. He wondered who he should emulate more. 

    “Stop it,” his sister commanded. She had turned onto her other side to face him.

    Alphinaud nearly dropped his figurine but managed to catch it before sliding it back to it's not so secret hiding place. His face was flushed and he struggled to form a reply. “I thought you were asleep!”

    Alisaie yawned, unbothered by her brother’s fumbling. “I was until I got this vague sense of self-doubt that stubbornly clings to you.” she propped her head up. “You don’t need to be like Estinien, the Twelve know there needs to be only one.”

    Alphinaud chuckled. “Sister, you haven’t even met him yet.”

    Alisaie snorted, flopping onto her back and crossing her arms underneath her head. “The way you go on about him, I might as well have. I don’t need another azure dragoon. I need an Alphinaud.”

    Alphinaud stared at his sister, no words able to form on his lips. It was just as well, Alisaie had turned over again, the bed creaking and sheets rustling as she pulled them over her shoulders. Her breathing had already steadied out again and anything he’d have to say would fall on deaf ears.

    Still, he whispered a good night, following her example. She was right. The world didn’t need another Estinien or even another Alisaie. He wasn’t even sure the world would be able to survive having two of his sister. He let himself relax, tomorrow was going to be another busy day saving the world. With his sister to back him up, and with him having her back, they’d accomplish it in no time.

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