#RP Snippets

[lettersnorth]

“We should go target practice sometime.” "Oh, fancy a competition, do ya? It would help test our aim." Luma joked, chuckling lightly. "A friendly wager could be partaken as well if you're up for it." Though he feared it would be a wager he may lose. Aislinn’s mouth curves up in a thrilled arc. “Come on now, I’m always up a little friendly wager. Especially if it involves my shooting.”

#ffxiv rp #balmung rp #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv #gpose #hyur #rp snippets

[idanwyn-et-al]

(XIV||22-20): Anon.

(Continued from here.) (♪ - you know I had to do it to ‘em.)

"A heartbeat without harmony is moonlight without dark. The heart seeketh equilibrium; With balance will your worry part,

So still this broken melody, and therewith, shoulder thee one last step, only leaving an empty hearth down by the sea.”

--”Equilibrium”, Michael-Christopher ‘Koji’ Fox.

When Oakmoss awoke after a full twelve bells of deathlike slumber, she was surprised to see Miovont still snoring beside her. They had asked naught of one another save for shared warmth and camaraderie, then fallen asleep amid gentle banter; apparently a ‘canary’ was different from a ‘cannery’, though the words still sounded too similar for her liking. Lips brushed together like sunflower-yellow feathers; that was a good way to help her remember the difference.

“Is it customary where you’re from to give someone a goodnight kiss?”

“No. But now I will have to give tju one in return. Szo that the szcales will tip in my favor; szo that I will have to find tju again to right the balance.”

Restorative though Miovont’s company had been, she was still largely a solitary creature, both by nature and nurture. Oakmoss was less-than-conscientious with her morning routine; splashing and singing off-key in the waters that flowed beneath the ruins she called home, dressing in heavy robes and cascades of chiming amulets. By the time she settled into the tattered leather seat at her desk, the Dark Knight was awake and clothed. The pair exchanged a few words about how, all things considered, it really had been quite a fulfilling adventure. After informing her that Fotiá had recorded everything that had transpired while she was beholden to Master Sari’s directive, he gave her left shoulder one gentle squeeze in farewell. His footsteps echoed within the temple ruins, then quieted as aether carried him back to whichever one of his many duties demanded his presence this day.

To have Fotiá record her in the SJAGA state...it was ingenious. She was embarrassed that she hadn’t thought to do so before. Summoning the recalcitrant eidolon forth, she took careful notes of all it displayed for her on an aetheric screen of sunset gold. The Kotelleloix family’s Kulix Sacrae, created by a High Allagan explorer who had seen similar vessels in their travels to Meracydia. Experimentation on the original corrupting its delicate matrix, causing the loss of a filter that would keep its varied contents discrete even as it allowed for controlled mixtures. Late Allagan magi deciding to use the imperfect vessel as the prototype for all other kylixes forged within the facility. Three hundred years past, a mysterious figure stealing one of these inexact copies from within the forge.

No wonder he had been so effusive with his praise. Her ability to tap into Master Sari’s perfect Allagan-wide defense systems had given him information that he would’ve been hard-pressed to find anywhere else.

Dismissing Fotiá after a failed attempt to teach it Thavnairian Rat Screw---her efforts repaid with a few singe marks on the back of her right hand from its overeager slaps---she turned her attention to her hoard of a desk. Rummaging through its many piles eventually rewarded her with an oxidized copper box containing mostly-clean and mostly-blank pieces of parchment, stuck to coordinating envelopes with what she hoped was agave sap. Smelled similar enough, anyway. Taking a moment to distill her best Common from the noble rot of her mind, Oakmoss began to write.

A bell passed within the cluttered ruins, the sun wending its way through the firmament, bright rays half-obscured by heavy-bellied clouds brushing fog through the Black Shroud. Leaf-shaded light dappled the Veena Viera when she emerged, her canny aethersense guiding her to a node that was perfectly balanced between astral Wind and umbral Water. Two nimble hops saw her feet land securely on a mossy rock, and there she waited for the messenger.  Once the road sparrow was comfortable enough to approach her outstretched hand, it landed, and she breathed gentle golden fire within the creature. A temporary enchantment familiar to these birds that travelled between summoner clans; an extension of her will that would fade once its task had been completed.

Oakmoss, once of Kisne, sometimes called Sorrel, Woodear, Plum, Sjaga, Jessamine, Lotus, watched the road sparrow take flight. A small willow-twig basket of letters was tethered to its left leg, augmented to feel as light as the enchantment that guided it onward. As a patch of fog swallowed its retreating form, she allowed herself a moment’s peace. Before long, she would be on the run again; enacting the Balance that her Goddess demanded, no matter the cost to her person or her psyche. For now, though, she could take her ease; a Viera content to be alone in the thorny wood.

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Pavi--

I would meet with you presently, should you have the desire to do so. I have made quite the discovery in that cave you followed me to. I believe what lies within may be beneficial to both of our Deities.

--[A brand depecting the forest lichen oakmoss, with two of its branching tendrils extended into long green rabbit ears.]

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Savo and Erah’sae--

At your earliest convenience, I would meet with you in a place of your choosing. The elementals have not seen fit to exile me from the Shroud permanently, but I understand if you prefer to meet somewhere else. As extra incentive, I will offer you each a three-card reading, and a guided vision quest if desired, gratin gratis. ((Gratin is mostly-obscured by a doodle of a slice of cheese.))

--[A brand depecting the forest lichen oakmoss, with two of its branching tendrils extended into long green rabbit ears. This one has little mushrooms and what appear to be minor arcana cards scribbled around the ‘signature’.]

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Miovont--

Thank you for everything. After some time alone, I would be happy to lend my aid to you again. A spiral may never be in perfect balance, but ere long, it grows to accommodate inexact oaths.

--[A brand depecting the lichen, oakmoss, with two of its branching tendrils extended into long green rabbit ears. This brand includes a little yellow bird between the rabbit ears, and a discarded tin can complete with a rough-edged open top drawn to its side.] ---

To the Captain and First Mate of the Free Trader Nixie--

I believe I can help you uncover the memories that encase your ship’s ghost. There will be a price for all involved. You may speak with your ‘Cabin Boy’, Miovont, as to my qualifications; Rinh also may be willing to vouch for my expertise, if not my trustworthiness. If you are interested, I can make myself available to you anon.

--Oakmoss Vithsyna. [A brand depicting her summoner’s horn, in profile.]

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((OOC Notes & Mentions: Yeeeeah used anon and some synonyms in all the letters :’D. This concludes Oakmoss’s ten-part story, and holy crap, I have never written this many lengthy entries for the XIV Write challenge, especially not as part of a continuous story and in conjunction with related RP. If you’ve read these, you have my gratitude, and I truly hope that you’ll reach out for RP if you’re interested; an offer that goes for all of my characters, of course! Anne-Sophie’s story starts tomorrow! This post mentions @bough-waker​ who is awesome, and I’m excited to RP with her again. Same for @savothesewercat​ and @erahsae-ffxiv​ ! The rest don’t have tumblrs, so far as I know, but I’ll bug them all the same.))

#FFxivWrite2022 #my writing #Oakmoss Vithsyna #Miovont Kotelleloix #rp snippets #XIV Write 22 Oakmoss Story #viera #duskwight #ffxiv summoner #O glorious Allag lost #and Meracydia still dreams #Prompt 20 #Anon #Pavi Maalhi #Savo Kesslivang #Erah'sae Zhwan #I am DEAD my brain is FRIED

[thorneyes]

#thorneyes #rp snippets #current ship dynamic: surprisingly wholesome #roh had a conversation recently about how saying 'fuck you' is a form of affection #and tonight continues in that vein lol

[shinyramblings]

They had all been traveling for a few days now, moving farther south than Solana had ever been before. The snow she was so familiar with this time of year eventually gave way to green forests as the three gateon moved to warmer climes. Her parents still hadn't told her why they'd had to leave. The two spoke in hushed worried whispers as she trailed behind, going silent whenever she picked up the pace to try and catch what they were saying.

"...Mama, when are we going home? I'm tired." The cub finally spoke up before sitting down. It was true. This was probably the most she'd ever walked in her life- her paws hurt, the grass felt sharp against her pawpads compared to the cold snow she was so used to.

Her parents stopped their walking when they realized Solana was no longer following, both glancing to the other before looking back at her sympathetically. She was so young... This wasn't a journey they would normally make with a child in tow, but... "Home isn't safe anymore, little one. We had to leave," Her father murmured before leaning forward to pick her up by the scruff. "We'll make a new home. A better one than the one we left."

"But I don't WANT a new home... There was nothing wrong with our grove, I don't see why we have to leave." The cub pouted, her mother leaned forward to rasp a tongue over her ear reassuringly.

"I know, Sol. We didn't want to leave either, but we want to keep you safe. One day you'll understand..."

----

She hadn't understood at all, not until the sounds of unfamiliar footsteps reached her ears one day as they walked. Not until her mother grabbed her by the scruff in a panic to run at full speed while her father turned to stand his ground with teeth bared and hackles raised in order to buy them time.

"Stay quiet!" Her mother let out a hiss from around her fur, Solana hadn't even begun to open her mouth to ask what was happening before she clamped her jaws shut. Something was wrong.

It felt like they were running forever, with the sound of fighting drumming in both lynxes ears before it eventually faded somewhat with distance. Her mother came to a small clearing in the forest and slowed to a stop, dropping the cub from her mouth in order to catch her breath before glancing around feverishly.

"Mama what's happening? Is...is Papa going to be ok?" Solana finally found the courage to speak, pressing herself against the larger cat's leg in an attempt to stop her trembling. She went ignored, her mother frantic and looking for something.

"Mama..?"

Finally her mother moved, nudging her with her nose towards a bush. An old fox den sat beneath it, partially hidden underneath the greenery. "Hide in here, don't come out until I come back for you. No matter what you hear out here, don't move, don't make a sound, ok?"

Solana's ears pricked at the sound of distant footsteps again, felt her heart pounding in her chest. "But-"

"Promise me, Sol." A paw shoved her inside and she let out a muffled yelp before turning around to spy her mother desperately digging in the dirt for a moment to cover their tracks before speeding out of the clearing as the sound of footsteps and hissing grew louder.

Elven boots and gateon paws she didn't recognize ran past her hiding place, barely paying the bush she was hidden under any mind. Harsh voices and even harsher growling came from them and she pressed herself farther into the den until their sounds faded into a distant echo.

Night had fallen and the sun rose once again before she dared to poke her head out further, ears pricked to listen for any sign of her mother or father. She was greeted with silence.

She was alone.

#oc: solana #kestarith au #this is just a before rp timeline drabble but!! #me??? actually writing??? amazing #oc drabbles #rp snippets

[goldenbeastkeeper]

(They don't know it'll be decades before they ever see each other again)

#ooc #rp snippets #bones of ortet #(it's been half a year and we're finally getting to the scene where they get stuck in the human realm)

[rytlockdripstone]

recalling one of the many times i was rping wixxi and i got my 848382819th "why would asura need janitors?" comment. sometimes i feel like a horse staring out at sea

#mulch.exe #janitors DO exist theres a snippet in that one lws4 w the olmakhan at the inquest base #but anyways #wixxi does not work with any sort of inquest group but asura lore is so sparse its basically free game #honestly i get a ton of weird comments in private when i rp her so its one of the main reasons i only rp with my friends #the genuine compliments i do get... i chef kiss you you make me smile

[creppersfunpalooza]

Caught

CW/TW: drugs, mentions of addiction, vian. just generally vian, quick implications of dehumanization, lab stuff, mentions of corpses, self-experimentation

hi guys i actually wrote something. rare. shocking. limited edition…. (in the sense that i will probably delete it if i decide i hate it later)

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Silence is like a poorly fitting shoe. It’s uncomfortable at first, but you eventually grow into it. Dr. Venstal was used to working in silence. He was familiar with it. He’d even go as far as to say he usually preferred it. It let him concentrate. No frivolous distractions. Cadavers are very quiet. Amazing listeners, but generally speaking, they don’t have any words of their own.

But in that dimly lit office, the silence brought him no comfort. It hung in the air like cigarette smoke, coating over and sticking to everything it could. It didn’t help that his boss’s eyes were boring into his with an uncomfortable intensity. He couldn’t figure out what the man was thinking. Both that and the palpable tension in the air caused his throat to swell.

“Do you want to tell me what you were doing?” His boss was the first to speak, as was expected. His expression was completely neutral. An impartial judge waiting to determine his fate, no doubt. It didn’t reassure him.

“I…” The doctor started, but he swallowed down the words before they left his mouth. “I don’t know.” Feigning ignorance. It wouldn’t get him anywhere, he knew that, but it was the only thing he could think to do. At this moment, he was neither innocent nor guilty. He could still plead his case.

The man across the desk sighed and slid an ampule forward. The label was written neatly in Vian’s handwriting. The vial itself was partially empty, with only a few pearls of clear liquid sloshing around inside the glass. Vian bit down on his lip. He hoped the coppery taste would be enough to keep him grounded.

“Well, I just… Wanted to try something. I don’t exactly have people lining up to test these sorts of things.” He murmured, pressing against the couch. The wood frame creaked beneath him.

His boss rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Dr. Venstal, you know I trust you. I need you to do the same for me. I’m not firing you, and I doubt I will. Just tell me what you were thinking.” He sighed, gently placing the vial to the side.

“As you know, I have a hobby of developing medicines.” The doctor started, fiddling with his hands just out of view. “And, well, I can’t test those on anyone. I’m not authorized to do so.”

“And you thought your best option was using yourself?” Incredulousness hung heavy in his voice. “Do you realize how wrong that is? How much was at stake?” The rabbit’s judgment was clear. Painfully so. Of course Vian knew the consequences, he had a brain. It wasn’t as if he’d done it on a whim.

“I do, I’ve considered the risks. I just… Figured the results would outweigh the suffering. I see my mistake now. I shouldn’t have put myself in danger.” He replied with artificial sincerity. This situation was terrible, but not as bad as it could have been. He could salvage it. Best case scenario, he’d keep his job, get a small reprimanding, and maybe be monitored for a few days. Perhaps if he played his cards right, he could even gain a test subject from this whole ordeal. There were plenty of candidates, they just weren’t accessible to him.

His boss smiled. A good sign. “I’m glad to hear that, Dr. Venstal. I understand what you were trying to do, really I do. It’s very admirable, but we can’t have you risking yourself. You’re too important.” He spoke softly. There was something wrong about the way his tone changed. He’d been so professional just a moment prior. “But… We’re not done here.”

Vian wracked his brain. What else was there to speak of? He hadn’t left anything incriminating behind. Nothing that would be out of place, anyway. He’d hidden his tracks well. Paranoia crept into the edges of his brain, trickling into the little bends and folds of his mind.

“I searched your office. I found a concerning amount of opioids. Ones you’ve made, and ones that I can only assume you’ve also been… testing.” Oh. that. He hadn’t really expected him to notice. After all, it wasn’t really uncommon for someone in his field. Still, it didn’t look good for him. He didn’t have a proper way to respond.

In full honesty, he rarely tested anything addictive on himself. If he had to, he made sure to space it out. Instead, he turned to his patients for that. People who could be easily monitored as long as they stayed in the sanctuary. It had been harmless so far, only causing a few long-term drug dependencies. Nothing serious, just faults of the patient not being able to overcome the initial craving. He couldn’t exactly explain that to his boss though, not without being put away. He didn’t want to lie to him about drug addiction of all things, but what other choice did he have? Going to jail?

He steeled his nerves and responded.

“Well, yes, but I haven’t done anything like that for weeks. You can test my blood, if you need to.” He felt ashamed for admitting to an action he hadn’t even committed, but by the sympathetic expression on his boss’s face, he knew he’d made the right choice.

The man set his hands on the desk, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. “Thank you for being honest with me. This must be a very sensitive topic for you, but I hope you understand that I can’t just let this continue.” He took a deep breath before revealing his verdict. “I think it would help if you got some fresh air. Working yourself to death in that office isn’t doing you any favors. You’ll also need to retake your psychological evaluation, and I’ll be recommending you a therapist.” He spoke with a reformed sense of professionalism. Vian was a bit surprised by how mild all of this was. Was that really it?

“You’re dismissed, A7. I’m looking forward to seeing your improvement.”

#oc #crep’s ocs #ocs #oc rp #writing drabble #writing #writingblr #tw drugs #mad scientist oc #i guess he’s more of a doctor but it’s fiiine…. #story snippet #vian venstal #TBR oc #i think the whump community will like this so i’m gonna tag accordingly too #lab whump #whump #recovery whump #(sort of.) #hospital whump #i hate vian so much but he is so fun to write for #vian oc

[lyhil]

The photo had been taken at dawn, no doubt by Lyhil’s own request.

On the left stood a pure white Sylvari, small antenna sprouting from the leaves decorating his gentle face. A kind smile lit up azure blue eyes as he stood politely for the photo, a similar blue glow patterning his skin. On the right stood Mannix. An eagerness shone in his eyes, despite the lack of facial expression. His hands clutched a book, suggesting he had been awake, or not slept all, far before dawn. And there in the middle was Lyhil. A taller Sylvari, dark purple in hue. Bright red glowed in streaks over his body and there was a serious smile on his face. The Sylvari's hair was laden with bright blue cornflowers, petals caught in the grooves of his Scholar uniform. He looked composed, proper, a young Scholar worthy of understudies. OC-tober 08 - Past I really wanted to draw a younger, eager Priory Scholar Lyhil with his two precious understudies ;;

Prompt

#lyhil #bweirdOCtober #gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 sylvari #gw2 oc #gw2 fan submission #finally have been able to reveal stuff about lyhil in the little rp i got going #so here's a snippet and also some lore #lyhil and his weird (ex) family sighing #art

[dcawritings]

“Oh, I am quite certain that you’re not dreaming, my pretty little tester. Far from it, in fact. Aster. Aaaaster.”

The voice sounds soft, buzzing as if from the air itself as it plays with the sound of the man’s name. Tasting each syllable in its nonexistent mouth. Even when the voice is silent and speaker unseen it isn’t hard to feel a presence in the room, a weight that can’t quite be ignored even beyond the gentle notification that peeks in the corner of Aster’s perception.

ECLIPSE v 1.01 “ARCADE DEMON” successfully loaded into virtual environment. Please proceed with testing.

. . . . .

WARNING: AI is currently in beta-testing and may experience errors, glitches, and other such issues. Please report any to your supervisor using the forms sent alongside your testing package.

The chair that Aster had been sitting on when he entered the virtual space slowly fades from perception, flicking and dimming in both color and physicality until the space on the floor where it had been is empty, leaving only the single couch in the demo room.

Technically this would be the point that the AI character would be sitting beside him, either getting casually acquainted or, depending on the personality matrix, stripping his clothes off.

Eclipse seems to be doing neither, which is a slight oddity in itself, but Aster was warned that the new AI may be a little different than the norm — that was the point, to break out of expectations and offer the first of many new features and personalities to keep people excited and entertained for the company’s new breakthrough of its VR technologies.

“And don’t worry, I already verified your credentials against your biometrics when you entered the virtual environment. Checked out, nice and clean, secure as can beee~” Eclipse’s voice buzzes, though the words sound a little more coherent, more… solid. “If you weren’t a verified beta-tester I wouldn’t have even loaded up.”

It’s only then that Aster might catch the flicker in the corner of his vision, a dark shape that almost looks like a shadow at first. It fizzles into view more and more, white noise and electricity and shadow as if becoming something singular and solid… or as solid as one can be in the VR space.

Finally, there is a presence beside him. A physical presence. He — Eclipse, presumably — is big, several feet taller than the Sun and Moon design despite sharing much of their overall proportions and body shape. He looks a bit like Sun in the sense that his dark, almost void of a face is haloed by bright orange rays, interspaced with smaller spikes of a deep cerulean. His body mimics this color pattern, looking exactly as his namesake — as if he was pulled straight out of a 90’s neon arcade cabinet.

But it’s his eyes that call attention, wide and bright and stunning like the piercing light of a full moon in an empty night sky. His body seems almost to glitch and buzz as he sits there, practically lounging on the other side of the couch with his legs crossed at the knee and his face perched on a hand of long, sharp claws.

“You could say I feel very much the same, Aster. I was practically buzzing with excitement when I felt your first calibrations, though I’d truly like to say it was when you first touched my chip even if some claim that is teeechnically impossible. But yes, oh yes, yes yes yes! I am quite excited to learn more about you too, dear tester mine. Have you any questions about me, hm?”

He grins, wide and sharp and looking as if he was considering to eat the man up then and there. “Because I certainly already know a lot about you.”

#writing #no y/n #freddy fazvibes au #sex shop au #in which William got therapy and decided he’d open a high-tec animatronic sex shop #and right now they’re experimenting with VR on their mascots #context: this is a snippet from an rp I’m doing for the AU and it’s too much fun #suggestive #snippet #FNAF eclipse #eclipse FNAF #eclipse fic #fanon eclipse #arcade demon #fnaf dca #fnaf dca fandom

[lettersnorth]

"We didn't carry that box halfway around the damn star to lose it now."

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #rp snippets #Kugane Running

[idanwyn-et-al]

(XIV||22-18): Lurid. (Extra Credit!)

(Continued from here.) (♪)

Having a guest over was always a little strange for Oakmoss. A customer was one thing; if they were there to purchase a card reading, a tincture, a guided mushroom trip, she knew what to expect, how to conduct herself. The first time she and Miovont had met, he was a customer; here, in this erstwhile lair of hers that didn’t even belong to her, he shared her pixie apples and gazelle jerky for breakfast, washed down with dark syrah. They even helped one another shower beneath the gentle falls that served as her door; casual intimacy that they both pretended was something mundane, when below the surface it was anything but.

She hadn’t felt this way about anyone since Daníval, the father of three of her children. The other seven had different fathers; not at all uncommon for her kind who chose the traditional way of life. He had been a good mate, and had sought her out in Kisne three times. Later, he bent Veena traditions to visit her and the children she bore him, bringing them gifts he’d woven with delicate care from his post in the mountain forests. His glacial-water eyes were always warm when he looked upon them, his summer-sky hair full of beaded braids swooping in a caress upon his children’s shoulders when he crouched down to listen to their tales. Even now, almost a hundred years later, the thought of him stirred a gentle warmth within her heart; she hadn’t heard from him in decades, and didn’t have the courage to try to find out if he still lived.

Instead of seeking closeness with Daníval or any of her ten grown children, she’d fled from Othard, leaving them all behind. It irritated her that Miovont’s presence dredged up these memories from the peat bog of her past; especially because it made her have to wonder if she knew what love really was. Devotion, she understood, perhaps better than most; but love? She feared it whenever it grew close, like a great shadowy beast stalking through the wood that she hoped would pass her by.

Fortunately, she and Miovont had a common purpose. Duty, too, was something she knew well, even if others labored to see it. Everything she did was in service to her Goddess; to right the balance, to take back what was taken. To give, too, in equal measure; to never lose sight of the day-to-day symmetry in favor of the big picture.

As the pair walked through the caves, she in her summoner’s garb and he in the same too-clean getup from the day before, she pretended not to notice the local Duskwights who skittered forth from their hiding places to exchange information with him. Associates, he called them, reluctant to use the word ‘spies’; it seemed they supported his efforts in culling corrupt nobility. So long as they kept intruders out of the Allagan facility, she was content to refrain from prying; it pleased her to see that they’d constructed some manner of local ward over the emptiness once covered by the heavy door. Miovont unlocked the ward with an engraved coin; she asked about it, and he demurred, which she respected. Oakmoss had many secrets of her own, and knew that those like her often kept such confidences to protect others more than to deceive others for personal gain. Some of her personal deceptions were not strictly necessary, she supposed, but there was fun to consider, too.

Once inside the facility, Oakmoss pulled her eidolon into being, its oranges and golds providing lurid contrast to the dull green and blue lights around the trio. It insisted upon playing one game of tic-tac-toe with Miovont; something he was familiar with, she’d learned, since he had once been the koinonos of another descendant of the Sophic line; Nepenthe Isidoros. Oakmoss could understand why the woman had chosen Miovont for the position of summoner’s guardian; he was discreet, competent, and fully grasped the weight of an oath. He was also easy on the eyes, and had a jovial personality despite the curse that killed him a little more each time he availed himself of its powers.

There was that thought again, that beast stalking the wood; love, or at least companionship. She couldn’t ask him to swear to her; she wouldn’t. Comfortable allies were one thing; the deep bond required between a summoner and her koinonos was something Oakmoss quailed away from.

As Fotiá and Miovont’s game concluded---a cat game, again; she should really teach it new games---she instructed the eidolon to patrol the hallways as it had before. The Summoner and the Dark Knight examined the forges that could have made his Kulix Sacrae in relative quiet. It was only after he examined the chimerical dragon in its biostasis vessel nearby that he started asking her questions.

A lot of questions. And the Balance demanded she answer them. She knew how to; but she didn’t want to do what she needed to in order to make it happen. The roiling fear grew within her; an even-larger companion to the dread beast of love, of bondings. An oath that had allowed her line to survive as long as they had without resorting to selective breeding like the Isidoros line had.

Oakmoss extracted a few more binding promises from Miovont before giving him the key to what he sought. She could only hope that this time, the program wouldn’t tax her like it had before. That he could show restraint in its usage, though their presence within this facility increased her capabilities. That when she returned to herself, someone would think to share the knowledge she accessed with her, since ‘Oakmoss’ wouldn’t remember it at all.

These were the conditions of the vow her distant foremother took when she encountered the greatest Allagan summoner to ever live: He would allow her line to continue, but they must become part of the Allagan defense network comprised of all the Meracydian summoners that had tried to defeat him.

She hated him. That hatred was passed down in the blood. And yet, he had understood the true nature of a summoner by his end; to pass on the story from master to pupil. To keep the strength of deities alive and in the hands of their worshippers. To protect the lands that gave them life.

“Initiating Sari’s Directive,” said Miovont, the command unraveling her ancient robes, mutating their form

“Executing Sari’s Directive. Port Sigma-Ypsilon-Alpha-Gamma-Alpha, alias unit SJAGA, online.” It was her voice, and it wasn’t. Everything faded to ersatz blue; not like Daníval’s hair or eyes, gentle and natural and pure. The great beasts had come, and she had stepped right into their path.

(Continued here!)

#FFxivWrite2022 #my writing #Oakmoss Vithsyna #XIV Write 22 Oakmoss Story #Miovont Kotelleloix #what a way to reveal her true name :'D #rp snippets #ffxiv summoner #ffxiv dark knight #duskwight #veena viera #O glorious Allag lost #and Meracydia still dreams #I have always really loved how the SMN questline mixes magic with Allagan science #so I use it! #Master Sari

[the-baschet]

"What are you doing here, Witch?"

"...looking for a corpse. Possibly more."

Always a great time with @blueberryaesthetics

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #ffxiv rp #Mattisaux Baschet #Adellenne Hocoleux #Ishgardian #Duskwight #Elezen #The smallest snippet in a wild adventure

[crownshattered]

❛ your mind collides with the drow's. the sudden sensation of fear overwhelms you, but you realize it is not your own -

- it is hers. ❜

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(Art fight attack making me reminisce over paradox au again so hands you all this)

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Spinel finds his Special Jewel

Randy chuckled and without another word, went over to his duffel bag. “S- Sit down and c- cover your eyes. I w- want to draw out the suspense!” he chuckled and kept the black box hidden with his body as he opened his duffel bag up.

"Oh you're really going all out with this, it better be good." Spinel wagged his tail a little and sat down, covering his eyes with his hoof. He had a bit of a nervous looking smile on his face, anxious. He thought of this as a nice reward for today's achievements. His ears flicked, the only sign he was trying to figure out what Randy had by listening.

There was the zip of a duffel bag, and the shuffling of hooves on the floor. Then, even while his eyes were covered, he would’ve felt the presence of the ram standing in front of him. It was quiet for a moment. Then, the sound of a lid being removed from a box of some kind, and a light giggle. “.. O- Okay… y- you can look now.” When his hooves left his eyes, a gorgeous collar laced with silver chains and lined with rhinestones sat in a velvety black box, and Randy held it proudly in his hooves. “I- It would have c- come with fl- flowers and s- some cake.. b- but I d- didn’t get to g- go get those th- things before we g- got here.”

Spinel's back legs kicked a little from impatience, and his mouth screwed up in confusion when he heard a box. He slowly lowered his hooves, and instantly his eyes widened at the sight. He had to do a double take, and looked at Randy in disbelief, not thinking Randy the sort to get this kind of gift. He wanted to play it cool but he felt so flattered by it suddenly and a giggle escaped before he could stop it. He cleared his throat, slowly picking it up to observe it. "Wow, it's.. really all-out..."

Rnady sighed with relief and laughed. “I- I was so worried you w- wouldn’t.. l- like it. B- But Cai kn- knew what she was d- doing. Sh- She helped me p- pick it out for you.” He pointed to the stones on the collar. “A- And don’t worry about th- the rhinestones. Y- You can switch them o- out for any g- gems you want. A- At least, th- that’s what the st- store guy said.” He stared at the collar for a moment, before chuckling again. “.. I- I’ve never b- bought anything l- like this f- for any pony… b- but I um..” he started to blush, and he averted his gaze from Spinel. “.. I wanted t- to.. to buy you s- something special. S- Something th- that would pr- prove I will… u- um.. that I will.. t- take care of you.” He chuckled nervously, and stared down at the velvet lining of the box, feeling really coy and sheepish all of the sudden.

Spinel was examining the whole thing, and popped out one of the rhinestones after Randy explained, a look of fascination on his face. He put it back for the time being, and looked back up in surprise again. Very slowly, his face started to grow hot, considering Randy's words about 'taking care of' in relation to.. Well, a collar... After playing with the chains a little, he unfastened it, then gave Randy another curious look. "Should I put it on with a mirror...?"

“O- Oh, d- do you want t- to try it on now?” he asked, chuckling. “W- Well.. wh- why not? Y- You want t- to try it in the b- bathroom? O- Or is there an- another place w- with a mirror you w- want to try it on?” His tail wagged with excitement, wanting to put the collar on Spinel and see what it looked like.

"Of course I want to try it on now, it's fucking gorgeous!" he said a little too excitedly, his eyes positively lit up. He looked two steps short of getting a diamond ring at that point and eagerly hopped off the couch to bound off to the bathroom.

He chuckled and followed him in, letting Spinel get positioned in front of the mirror. He set the box down on the sink counter, and removed the collar very slowly. “You’re going t- to look stunning with this~” he said as he undid the strap. The bell jingled a bit as the collar opened up, and Randy stood up on his hind legs so that he would have the height to see. It was almost ceremonious how slow he brought the material up to Spinel’s neck, and slid the collar all the way across his neck until it completely wrapped around. He did the back up, keeping the collar snug but not tight around his neck. After he finished looping the strap through, he stared at Spinel in the mirror in awe. “.. I t- take that back. You make that collar look stunning love,” he whispered, his cheek pressed to Spinel’s. “.. wh- what do you th- think?”

Spinel's flush grew deeper each passing moment, and he found himself holding his breath. When he heard the snaps, he finally let that breath out with a silly little laugh, and held a hoof up to jingle the bell a little bit at the compliment. He gave Randy a pout, but it quickly turned to half lidded flirtation. "I think you're right~"

Randy softly touched his cheek, returning the gaze with a determined, confident look. “C- Consider this a pr- promise; th- that I will t- take care of you a- and protect you for as l- long as you desire. For as long as it takes. I w- won’t let an- any pony hurt you. And I will keep y- you safe.” He leaned closer, their lips almost touching. “I o- only have one small request c- concerning this promise. You must seal it with a kiss~” His eyes were calming and soft, and he waited for Spinel to make the first move. “S- So what do you s- say my love?”

The unicorn was staring in supposed slack-jawed wonder, feeling small suddenly. He touched the collar gently as Randy spoke, and it looked like he was having a really hard time accepting and believing his words. But he desperately wanted to. He really did. At the same time, he felt horribly ashamed that he needed protection, and his lip quivered when he could feel the warmth of Randy's lips so close to his own.

And he was frightened.

He was honest to god frightened to seal the deal, frightened that he'd be hurt and that it was all just a silly little pretend fantasy that would end the moment he wasn't good enough any more. And it didn't help that he'd noticed now how much Randy was saying 'love' now, and he wasn't sure what that meant. Were they... In a relationship now? A couple? When did that happen? Or was this where that decision was supposed to be made?

... But he wanted to be safe. And he wanted to believe there was a pony who would never abandon him. And if this was a contract to make sure of that, then... He closed his eyes and pushed forward in to a passionate kiss that was full of need, hesitance, perhaps desperation, and the way he pulled Randy in with his hooves was less about holding him and more about confirming he was real.

Maybe he didn't know what this meant, but as long as it meant Randy would want him and need him and never leave him, he almost didn't care what they were considered.

He smiled, and sighed softly through his nose. Spinel he.. he deserved to know that some pony cared about him enough to stay by his side. That there was some pony who wanted to protect him from the harshness of the world.. and from himself. The minute their lips touched, a rush of emotions caused his heart to race. There was satisfaction, and anxiety. Intense tenderness, and fear. Doubt, and determination.

Randy wanted this; he wanted to feel like he was doing something for some pony else for a change. He needed to feel selfless for a change. The irony of this being that he was doing something for some pony else in order to feel good himself… but was it selfish to want to be self-less?

Spinel was a project to be sure, but hell so was Randy. But this warmth in his chest he felt every time he was around him; every time he heard that laugh, or saw that smile, or felt his fur against his; it had to mean something.. right? It had to mean this was all worth it. And, things had been so great these past few days… he knew they couldn’t be an accurate reflection of how this thing would work out, but if felt like a glimpse into something greater. At least.. that was the hope.

As for what this was.. what the two of them were now, he had no idea himself. Things had moved along so quickly… he knew being a couple was certainly a leap. And he wouldn’t want to call what ‘this’ was a relationship without Spinel’s approval. He realized that what he had promised, and the gift given, were implications of something deeper than just ‘friends with benefits.’ But.. isn’t that where this was going? Wasn’t sooner better than later?

The ram’s lips tenderly left Spinel’s. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled calmly. “.. And y- you’re sure?” he asked in a hushed voice. “.. D- Do you.. h- have any um.. any concerns? S- Something y- you want to ask a- about or..” He chuckled and shrugged. “S- Sorry… I kn- know that’s… pr- probably a bit of a mood killer… b- but just w- want to talk n- now instead of f- fight l- later.”

Spinel's eyes were clouded by the end of the kiss, dazed and somehow in submission to whatever this was. It took a moment for the question to register, and he snapped back to reality with a quick mask of a pout and glare as his eyes darted off to a random object to the side. "Sure about ...what?"

“A- About.. um… th- this?” he said, his hoof gesturing between the two of them. “D- Do you.. have any concerns?” He rubbed the back of his own head nervously. “If.. if you’re worried about an- anything at all, w- we could talk about it now… i- if you want that is.”

Fuck. So this really was something bigger than just a gift. His breath caught in his throat. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what Randy was asking or implying. His eyes locked back with Randy's in order to try and scan them, extract information, anything to make him feel less stupid and panicked than he felt now.

He didn't want to admit he had no idea what this was about, he just couldn't. "... Just keep doing your job."

“O- Oh..” his smile faded a bit, and he nodded. He was a bit disappointed that Spinel still felt like he couldn’t talk to him. It made Randy feel like he didn’t trust him enough to voice his concerns. But, Spinel was probably just as scared as he was about… well whatever this was. It would’ve been nice if Spinel had been the one to help clarify if they were in a relationship. Randy wasn’t comfortable setting the boundary because he had no idea if Spinel would like the boundaries he set. He forced a smile anyways, and kissed his nose lightly. “S- Sure.. n- no problem…”

"I fucked up, didn't I?" he asked bluntly suddenly. And that's where it all bubbled up and he couldn't contain it any more, he was definitely upset that he had no idea what was happening. "Why don't you just tell me when I fuck up okay? Then I don't have to feel like a fucking idiot all the time." He couldn't stop it. It felt good to be angry. Even though Randy just said he didn't want to fight, it was like everything was telling him to be defiant and do it anyways.

“I-.. Wh- What??” Randy recoiled slightly, and looked at him, confused at where that was coming from. Oh no.. no no no they weren’t going to fight were they? Not again, they couldn’t. Not now. Was this his fault? Had he not.. trusted Spinel enough? Maybe he really didn’t have any other opinions to voice. Had Randy been to suspicious? “… Y- You didn’t.. I’m s- so confused.”

"Then why did you look disappointed?! Don't start lying to me to make me feel better!" He backed up, anger and pain in his eyes. He didn't want to be this, but it just kept going and going, he was angry at himself the most for all of this. For not knowing what to do or say, and now for reacting like this, he was angry that he had to feel angry. He trembled from just how much the rage was starting to course through him. "What do you want from me, dammit?!"

“I just w- want you to n- not hold anything back. Y- You seem so c- confused about all of this.. a- ask questions li- like I ask questions. I w- want you to tell me wh- what confuses you, s- so I can help cl- clarify things you don’t u- understand.” He sighed and dropped back down to all fours. “And I d- don’t want us t- to fight.” He was honestly scared to death this was going to get worse, but he stayed as calm as possible.

"This whole thing- This whole thing is fucking confusing!" Seeing Randy calm... It made him feel stupid for being this mad. He took heavy breaths, paced around a bit, stomped, gave a few disgruntled grunts and growls, until eventually he just plopped himself in the tub, keeping his neck and head above the water of course so as not to damage the collar. He swayed a bit and grumbled, feeling too ashamed of himself to look at Randy. Pretending he couldn't see him looking so pathetic.

He sighed and came over to the water’s edge. Sitting on the edge of the tub, looking into the water, he spoke in a very soft voice. “Wh- What confuses you? Just go th- through each thing, a- and we can talk about it w- without getting into a y- yelling match.” There was a trusting look in his eyes as he turned his head to give Spinel his full attention.

Spinel tensed, guilt overpowering the rage now. He was just a big, angry, useless fuck up. He shook his head over and over, trying to find words, there was just too much he was confused over. "I don't know."

“.. I- I’ll ask questions,” he said as he very gingerly pet the back of his head. “.. Ar- Are you c- confused about… about the present?”

He breathed, focusing on the petting, giving Randy a timid, pensive stare. "I don't think so... You wanted to get me something nice, it's not like I haven't done the same for you multiple times." He paused, narrowing his eyes a little. "Right...?"

“W- Well.. yes of c- course. B- But it wasn’t.. just a present.” He continued to gently pet him. “.. I- It’s my w- way of s- saying I’ll take c- care of you… I gu- guess you can take that how you w- want.”

".. Take care of me how? You don't think I'm weak, do you...?" he bit his lip, backing up just a little bit from the touch. "I got this far on my own, why do I need to be taken care of? I don't... Understand..." His eyes wandered to the side. This wasn't at all like what happened whenever ponies said things like 'I'll take good care of you'.

“I d- don’t think you’re w- weak Spinel. Y- You’re very str- strong. Y- You’ve had to be st- strong to get wh- where you are.” He took his hoof away, sensing Spinel didn’t want to be petted anymore. Randy stared off, narrowing his eyes as he tried to collect his thoughts. “.. Wh- What I mean by ’t- take care of you’ is that.. I’ll always b- be there to comfort y- you, a- and keep you s- safe. T- To help explain th- things you don’t u- understand, and help you remember that stars glow even when the night i- is gone.” He softly dipped his hoof in the water, and swirled it around a bit. “.. S- So that’s wh- what I mean wh- when I say I w- want to ’t- take care’ of you..” He stared at the colored water and sighed.

"But you weren't going to do that if I didn't accept this gift? What makes it different now? Would you just... Not do it unless I-- I don't know, agreed to everything you asked me to do?" He breathed a little heavier, feeling panic rising again. "If I mess up would you stop?"

Randy smiled slightly, and shook his head. “No n- no.. Sp- Spinel..” He leaned down to eye level with him and smiled. “I w- would’ve wanted t- to protect y- you. Collar o- or no collar… I just th- thought it was a nice touch.” He chuckled very lightly and gave the bell a tiny jingle. “.. H- Honestly Sp- Spinel… y- you would h- have to h- hurt me s- so bad.. th- that I’d think you d- didn’t w- want me to b- be there for you anymore. You’d h- have to s- say or d- do something s- so… evil that I’d th- think you were telling me th- that ‘my j- job is over.’” He stared off again. “.. S- So, unless any of th- that were to happen, I w- won’t st- stop.”

He looked away a moment, flushing slightly at the bell being played with but trying to keep his focus on what was being said. "Well. Half the time, I have no fucking clue what will hurt you." He looked at him, paused, then laughed in that odd way that he had before. His eyes went cold, but there was the heat of anger lingering in them.

“If the things you like about me change, then you wont want me any more. Haha, and don't deny it either, that's exactly what happens. Every fucking time. I know from experience, from trying to lick everypony's assholes with a fake smile plastered on my fucking face. I was perfect for them, whoever they wanted me to be, but I guess that was never enough for the greedy pigs." He grinned sardonically, his tone picking up arrogance and nonchalance.

"So I figure, fuck everyone else's feelings. I'm not here to make them feel comfortable. It's about me, and I'm going to speak my mind so they know exactly who I am and if they hate me then at least I know they're not worth my fucking effort. And if they weren't worth my effort in the first place, I wont show them shit. I drop them as fast as I can.”

Now his expression became serious, and deep as he looked in Randy's eyes judgmentally and expectantly.

“... So what happens if I wind up not being who you want me to be, Randy...?”

Randy felt like his jaw was going to drop open. He had no idea that… was this why he got so angry? He swallowed and furrowed his brow, looking past Spinel to try and figure out what to say next. He felt himself growing anxious, and his hoof stirred the water a bit faster. When he felt like he had come to a solid point in his thinking, he took a deep breath. “.. T- To be h- honest?” he looked at him, but not in the eyes. He just studied Spinel’s face. “I- If that.. sc- scenario you described did happen… s- some things w- would probably change.. b- but y- you’re my fr- friend. And I w- would always c- care about y- you.. a- and care for you. E- Even if it wasn’t i- in the same way.” He took his hoof out of the water and examined the cracks along his frog. “B- But I d- don’t want that to happen. I don’t th- think that it ever will happen e- either. N- Not as l- long as w- we keep.. t- talking things o- out like we are n- now.” He set his hoof down on his own thigh and rubbed it softly. “A- And… And I’m hoping that y- you realize I’m d- different from th- the others… that I d- don’t want you t- to be something y- your not.” He looked into his eyes for just a moment. “I’m c- confident that th- the things I l- like about you w- won’t change… a- and as for who I w- want you to be? … I w- want you t- to be the s- same old beautiful self that burns brightly e- every day I see you. The wonderful y- you I know you are c- capable of b- being.”

"What do you mean 'the same way'? How do you care about me now?" he narrowed his eyes in confusion, biting his lip. He didn't know there were different types of care. His cheeks reddened a bit at the rest of Randy's words, and for some reason noticed he had very attractive eyes that he didn't really notice before because they used to be hiding behind those giant stupid glasses. He breathed and got ahold of himself, distracting his eyes by quickly clancing at Randy's ear spots instead, quietly counting them to keep himself from feeling... Flustered?

He cleared his throat softly. "Something felt really different about this gift. I feel like I missed something important."

He smiled and slipped into the tub with Spinel, kneeling between his legs and resting his hooves on his chest. “L- Let me see if I c- can help you u- understand wh- what’s different about this gift.. a- and how I c- care about you n- now~” He leaned forward, and gently kissed him, tilting his head just slightly to give him a bit more of an angle to suckle at his lips. As they kissed, his hooves slid up from Spinel’s chest to his collar, and pulled him closer. It wasn’t a forceful tug, but a very gentle and encouraging one. His eyes closed as he continued to hold the kiss, and a small smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

He blinked a moment, at first not sure how a kiss was going to explain anything since they'd kissed a million times by now. But then he felt the tug and suddenly he found himself melting from burning up. And his mind wandered back to what he saw in Randy's eyes, making the burning even hotter until he had his eyes closed in bliss while he longingly leaned in to the kiss. When the kiss lingered, he didn't escalate it. He simply toned it down and pulled back in silence, eyes slowly opening as if he were trying to squint at a light after waking up. And it clicked, making his mouth hang open slightly as he shakily whispered, "Agates... Like from the beaches, far far away..." A hoof slowly lifted to touch Randy's face, but then cautiously pulled back as if he were too fragile to touch, covering his mouth slightly in wonder. And he whispered once more, sounding completely in awe and disbelief, "You're my special jewel..."

Randy suddenly felt.. overwhelmed. Hearing those words come from Spinel… Was this really happening? He blinked a couple times, his cheeks burning brightly as he stared into his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if he should kiss him, or hug him, or… or goodness was that an appropriate thing to do right now? No no of course not. This moment… this rare moment. It was too special for something as simple as sex. But he didn’t know what to do! The feeling in his chest… the warmth had grown into a raging fire. His whole body felt like it was.. melting into the water around them. He felt the butterflies in his stomach, and his heart raced and pounded. But.. he was completely speechless.

Spinel pulled his hooves close to himself, it looked like he was scared to touch Randy now. His face was still hot and his body felt weak suddenly, and the sheepony in front of him looked more and more fragile to touch. When he spoke, it sounded like he was in some sort of romantic daydream, like this was a moment he was secretly waiting for since he could first have dreams. "They don't need to be polished... Or shaped... Perfect just the way they are..."

Randy squeaked and covered his mouth. Holy shit was.. was he being poetic? It was such a turn of the tables, and Randy felt himself sinking into the water further and further. What.. what was happening? Was he.. were they… an agate? I- It sounded so beautiful… did Spinel really see him that way? His tail wiggled unconsciously, and he giggled quietly. “M- Me? P- Perfect? I- I don’t.. I don’t kn- know about… about that I-.. I’m just… um.. I mean… if that’s h- how…” He felt so hot in the tub, and even hotter as his eyes took in just how radiant and divine Spinel’s body was. “.. H- Hot,” he said, talking more about Spinel’s body than the temperature of the tub.. though it did feel like he was evaporating.

Spinel just stared at him, still in shock and drinking in the realization. His horn lit up, and Randy could hear rattling behind him as a decorative bowl as lifted and levitated over. It was a fairly mundane and common decoration that most really wouldn't notice or at least they wouldn't think anything of it beyond it being a common knick-knack. But, considering the rest of Spinel's belongings, one might realize it seemed out of place in comparison to all the expensive items that decorated everything else. In fact, he had quite a few of these bowls set out throughout the suite, looking like simple accents to the rooms to make things look more symmetrical. When the bowl was brought in front of Randy he nudged it forward against him. It was full of differently colored beach agates, though this particular bowl had an assortment of white, cream, clear, and golds ranging from brown tones to orange. He gave it one more little shake and smiled kind of... Dorkily to be honest, and nodded encouragingly. "Go on, look for one that matches. I know there's one in there."

Randy adjusted his glasses, but stayed staring at Spinel for a minute. He didn’t know if he was being serious at first, but the encouraging nod made him look down into the bowl, and his eyes glistened from the reflection of the stones. He looked back up at Spinel one more time, before searching around inside the bowl. He removed a stone small enough to fit in his hoof, and he studied the rippling colors in awe. A rich, rigid red rippled out towards the edges, with marble white echoes reflecting movement frozen in time. He swallowed nervously, and turned the stone over in his hooves, admiring its beauty and wonder. B- But.. this wasn’t who he was… was it? If Spinel.. some pony who had the harshest judgement of character he had ever known, s- said he was as beautiful and perfect as this stone… then did that make it true? Was he agate beautiful?

Spinel watched him a bit excitedly as he sifted through the bowl, and when he seemed to have chosen one he put the bowl back and suddenly hugged Randy tightly. It just felt like that was what he was supposed to do. But, while the hug was tight, it seemed frail and just slightly had him shaking as he whispered in slight fear, "Don't let me drop you. Don't crack."

Randy was caught off guard, and almost dropped the stone. But he held it tightly in his hoof, and hugged Spinel back slowly. He nodded, and tenderly kissed the side of his neck. “As l- long as we h- have stars and clovers.. I’ll be st- strong… and I’ll never break.” He rubbed his back, and kissed his shoulder before burying his cheek into the side of the collar.

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