#Scion writes things

[scioneeris]

TBDH Chapter 121 is off to Brissy!!

#scion writes things #tbdh chapter progress

[cheracarmichael]

Welp. I made it through another Monday.

October is starting to feel heavy. Hm.

Progress for the day includes:

Chapter tweaks on RBATL (I want so badly to go back to twice a month updates for this, but the current workload is too much...*cries*)

Edits on Haunted Hearts #4

BTR Progress

Edits for today's chapter of Unexpectedly Contracted

Halloween Snippet start. Le sigh.

Happy Monday?

#scion writes things #chera edits things #writing in progress update

[thylacines-toybox]

Pencil

A small Mr. Fox plush by Scion Living. Bought at the local garden centre in March 2024. Extra pointy.

#fox #scion living #plushie #toys #orange #baby toy #the cord texture is soooo fun #omg I'm still writing 2023 on things. come on

[fourteenthz]

wip whenever

@coldshrugs tagged me on this one AGES ago. and I've been in a weird headspace with writing so since I wrote like few paragraphs on this one today I was like "it's now or never" so here, extremely late but better than never ? I think ? it sure isn't wip wednesday or whatever lol. anyway under read more we go!

tagging: I still am not sure which of my followers write so :) if you want to do this PLS pretend I tagged you here!! I always want to read your fics.

for context: right after that first quest when we met y'shtola on the first. thancred excuses himself, minfilia asks to go with the wol and runar around slitherbough but thesa asks for a moment to go after thancred before anything else. it's wolcred + pre-relationship, like 90% of my fics.

“Don't mention it,” Thesa says before standing up. She speaks with a tone that translates as if she doesn't want to talk about it again — which does sound like she's scolding him, if he's being honest — but the viera stops in front of him with their hands still linked, so Thancred doesn't really complain all that much. “I'm taking her with me for a stroll through the village.”

“Be my guest,” he laughs — though there's a sign of relief there as he throws his hands up in surrender. If he's happy to rest off his obligations for a while or if it's because he realized she's not that mad at him, Thesa can't tell. Still, he adds with that familiar amused delivery of his, “unlike you, Minfilia isn't reckless, but she's a bit too naive sometimes. Keep your eyes on her, please.”

“I'm an expert dealing with both kinds of teens, trust me.” She hits her chest confidently, though her smile is warm now there’s something else in there. Thancred asks himself if this is the longest she has been away from the twins.

And, of course, there was no need for the suddenly confession, but he does all the same: “I always do.” It's accompanied by a smile as he clasps her hand before she can distance herself again and brings it to his lips again. This time without checking out the people around him — to which a young adult elezen sure is entertained to witness in the back — his eyes never leaving her, he mutters with his lips still over her fingers. “We also have matters to settle, you and I.”

Thesa squeezes his hands lightly. “I'm well aware,” she nods, taking her hand away from him to stroke his cheek for a few seconds before letting her hand fall to her side. “Later, though.”

#me everytime I write: wolcred + cannon compliant + behind the scenes. well at least it isn’t 3rd person pov this time lol but man... #i LOVE behind the scenes fic. I did look for him everywhere in slitherbough after he leaves the room with the scions. #for some reason him and yshtola felt so nerve-wrecking at the time. when I replayed that part in ng+ last month I was like 'I need to write #something out of this' and prev post reminded me of this fic so yeah I picked up today :) also ofc english isn't my first language #I just can NOT translate their maneirism in any other way so it's always english fics for me. bare with me and there take it off my system. #who knows maybe I'll just finish it for once. this is pretty much the end of their conversation like. really. there's nothing else here #the main scene is done and still I was not able to finish it lol. + fun fact: the whole “matters to sattle” thing is like.. their thing... #their subtle way of saying “we have to talk about this thing we have” which is NOTHING so far. but. you know. it's there and they know. #alright its 1 kiss in heavensward (putting it mildly lol) BUT it's pretty much nothing. I just LOVE their way of having so much between the #and not having anything at the same time because: COWARDS. still. kissing their foreheads. they are sooo emotionally constipated <333 #always shy abt posting my writing here because again ENGLISH but azia tagged so THERE take it. #don't look too closely I have NOT proof-read anything lol #kelly says #tag game

[tsunael]

WoL Think Thonkers

#3. How do they feel about being Hydaelyn's chosen? (Feel free to break it down from ARR's "Champion of Eorzea" all the way to "The Savior of Etheirys" as much as you like. Have those feelings changed, or just grown more complex?)

The short answer is 'bad'.

She's a foreigner, and most importantly a layman. Word of Louisoix's deeds had spread to every corner of the star, but Tsuna was so far removed from Eorzea and Her struggles that it had little bearing on her. After all, the Far East had their own problems with Garlemald, and during the time of her Echo awakening the rebellion in Doma was coming to a head.

She joined the Scions not out of passion for their cause, but because she had nowhere else to go. It was either stay with them, or go back to dancing on the street for coin-- or worse: be ostracized for her Echo. Arenvald and Minfilia were the few souls that had been touched by Hydaelyn like she had been, and so she felt as if she found a home there even if she was pressed to earn her keep.

She's also not the adventuring type-- she's not in it for glory or even for potential riches. Any deeds Y'shtola espied her doing in Vylbrand was borne from reckless altruism. She learned in due time, of course, (how to fight and how to live) but it was a steep curve.

Being 'Hydaelyn's Chosen' does also make her a target. She is blamed for not being more omniscient. If she is 'chosen' then why could she not prevent the Banquet? What was a few dozen soldiers to the power of a primal? Why could she not save Minfilia that day? Why did Hydaelyn have to take her? Ever since she joined the Scions nothing but misfortune came upon them. **

Everything up until Stormblood was her being swept up in events, and surviving because she was 'favored', was the only one who can, or because she had to. It took the events in Stormblood for her to finally confront her past and realize that it was a choice she made to continue on her path.

By the end of Endwalker her candle had been burned at both ends. The deaths of so many weigh on her, and Hydaelyn is now gone. She's dealing with so much trauma by then that much of her journey is tainted for it. She also refuses to wear the 'Saviour of Etheirys' mantle because it wasn't just her that stopped the Final Days.

So, in all it hasn't grown better, just so much more complicated.

#** I have been writing a fic about this concept lmao but it's uhh yeah #I don't think I can ever publish it lmao #it's fun tho... drunken tunasan fight wahooo (im sure everything turns out fine) #actually I have a fic about several of these #esp her trip to drybone because it's uh like taking a princess on a camping trip and she's complaining the whole time #tsuna is very much a 'reluctant hero' and if given the choice by the story she almost never does things alone unless it's a primal #and once the scions receive Vrtra's scales then they're never apart-- or even do fighting without her (such as babil tower) #lore; weaving a story #wolthinkthonkers #queue time

[tovaicas]

I literally can't believe you do not get a one-on-one section or conversation with estinien until the VERY END OF THE GODDAMN EXPAC

#saint.txt #spoilers #major spoilers #estinienposting #YOU KNOW? THE NEWEST GUY HERE WE KNOW THE LEAST? #WHO'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HAPPENED OFFSCREEN? #DEVELOPMENT THAT HAS COMPLETELY CHANGED HIM AS A PERSON SO WE CAN'T COAST OFF HIS HW CHARACTERIZATION? #WHO NEEDED THE MOST HELP BC OF HIS INHERITED WRITING PROBLEMS FROM HW? #(yes I know they wrote a short story abt him. my rule is that I am fairly harsh on important character details and lore that is not #communicated in the primary medium. ie. if I have to go somewhere else to learn core character lore it should be in-game.) #but no. he's just here to be vr.tra's hype man. and I like vr.tra but goddamn. #like no wonder he feels like a side character just tacked onto the scions bc he's consistently treated as one by both them and the narrativ #and nothing is ever really done with that bc it COULD be a genuine conversation on the insularity of the scions and their work #and his perspective as an outsider with a completely different background and history and experiences could be a genuinely interesting #addition to the group dynamic as a shakeup but no!!! he's just here to be funny bc man stupid and nothing else happens!!! #he could comment on how genuinely uncomfortable his joining was (where he was basically press-ganged into it) and how he's been treated #re: the failure to keep him in the loop and the rough way he slots into the group dynamic and the pure fact that he is an outsider #to a years-long established group of friends and unintentionally or otherwise treated as an intruder / obviously doesn't feel comfortable #hanging out with his colleagues bc he passes up every opportunity to do so and how his position here is still 'mercenary' #and not 'friend and ally' AND how he's one of the few ppl here who can genuinely connect w/ the wol re: the lightwarden thing #sorry I'm ranting again but this man's writing is all over the goddamn place and I really do not get the sense that his promotion #to main character status was like. planned out in advance. bc nothing is really done with it other than hey vr.tra here's your dude.

[cryptcombat]

"um character *rIGHtfUlLy* expressing their contempt for z*nos who wronged them is valid uwuuu" they already did this shit over and over in the last patch. Apparently regurgitating the same info we already know of counts as good writing 🤨🤨🤨

#its just dogshit writing <3 #just fill it with shit bc apparently there's nothing new or interesting to talk about #pretty sure they are gonna turn z*ro into uwuu im good girl now instead of the bad bitch she deserves to be #i feel like everyone after they join the scions becomes fucking boring #everyone has the same opinion on things there's barely any conflict between them especially if u compare them to their shb selves

[morocosmos]

Returning - G’raha

Intro chapter | Thancred | Urianger | Y’shtola | Alphinaud, Estinien | Tataru | Alisaie, Krile

Warrior of Light & G’raha Tia

Takes place during Endwalker, just after the end of 6.0. This is a series of vignettes on each of the Scions’ relationships with my Warrior of Light, Moro’a as he’s recovering after the end of the Final Days.

“How bad is it?”

Moro’a gritted his teeth as he tried to think through the haze of pain. “Bad,” he answered simply. The magic Frynn had used to treat his pain had nearly worn off, and he recalled the force of his fist colliding with Zenos’s jaw, followed by the accompanying crunch; from the way the shock had ripped through every muscle and bone in his arm, there was little wonder as to why it was in such a state.

He watched as G’raha nodded, his red eyes narrowed in a serious expression. There was more there – concern, as well as some other form of tension. “And…you are adamant that you would rather have me tend to it now, as opposed to letting the sages handle it?” the Seeker asked, after a long pause.

Moro’a considered G’raha’s words, working through the implications beneath their surface. The sages’ feathers had already been ruffled once in the aftermath of his aethershock attack; the Scions might risk incurring more than unsavoury thoughts were they to explicitly reject their expertise any further, and it was unlikely that Fourchenault would extend his authority to their aid a second time.

Despite that, he knew he would much rather have any one of the Scions do something than have the sages administer their form of remedy on him again. The first time he'd complained of pain, they’d carefully made adjustments to the machines linked to him, and several minutes later a strong numbness had followed, permeating throughout his body. It’d been deeply uncomfortable, comparatively mild to what he had experienced in Norvrandt as the Light had taken its toll on him, and yet. He’d been forced to endure the lack of sensation until blessed sleep at last claimed him.

Moro’a knew there was more to G’raha’s hesitation, too, but he was unsure of how to approach it. “Fourchenault said you and the other Scions could lend your magic ‘within reason'. Such was his wording, correct?” he inquired instead. G’raha nodded again, and Moro’a looked up towards the ceiling, weighing his choices.

“I believe you could consider this one such situation, then. If the sages pester you for a reason, tell them I’d be willing to explain it myself. They can present alternatives if they have any,” he decided out loud. G’raha didn’t immediately respond, and Moro’a noticed that his eyes had widened, though he maintained his composure. “Very well,” G’raha replied, settling back an ilm into his chair. The surprise was gone, smoothed over by a small, optimistic smile. “I shall entrust negotiations over to you, my friend. Then, if I may…” Moro’a felt G’raha lift his arm, and he couldn’t help but wince as his mending nerves protested. “My apologies,” the Seeker murmured.

“S’fine.” G’raha’s touch was neither rough nor gentle, but a cautious balancing act that Moro’a felt as he tilted his arm here and there, feeling where bone had been fractured and flesh torn. Moro’a half-watched, half-turned his gaze to the side, unsure of what more to say. Even after all this time, a faint air of awkwardness remained between them; an undesirable reminder of year-old differences and disappointments that made itself known when no one else was around. But Moro’a was glad for his presence all the same; pain aside, staying in this small room while all but immobile had made him want for company.

“Does it hurt most around the proximal phalanges of your hand, or is it more generalised?” G’raha enquired, after a time.

“Slightly concentrated there. But the rest of the arm hurts almost as much as where I’d hit Zenos,” Moro’a replied, feeling slightly embarrassed detailing how he had punched the Garlean. It still felt too surreal that he’d fought Zenos bare-fisted at the very edge of the universe less than three sennights ago. But G’raha made no move to bring it up as he continued to inspect Moro’a’s arm and hand with what the Keeper could only describe as utmost concentration. G’raha had been tense when he’d arrived for what would be his first visit since Moro’a had awoken; he had relaxed a little, though that undercurrent of something other remained. It was several moments more before he placed Moro’a’s arm back by his side, seemingly satisfied enough with his assessment to speak.

“The damage to your arm was certainly, well, extensive,” G’raha began. “Llorhis, the head nurse did report multiple fractures extending from your fingers to your lower arm…from what I can tell, the Technon restoration unit has focused on steadily repairing these, as well as where the muscles were torn all throughout.” So that explained the heightened pain in his right arm, Moro’a thought. “As for what I can do to relieve the strain it’s placing on you–” an odd shadow crossed over the Scion’s face, for just a moment – “I can modify a spell that Beq Lugg taught me for numbing pain. It was, ah, intended for my own use as the Crystal Exarch, once upon a time. But I should be able to adapt the spell without issue.”

G’raha was looking intently at him now, as though trying to gauge his response. “Additionally, I believe I can also adjust the extent of said numbing to your preference…should you have any concerns in that regard," he said, delicately.

It took a moment for Moro’a to catch on to G’raha’s meaning, but as he did, realisation had him staring at the other miqo’te, and G’raha dithered. “T’was only a hunch,” he added quickly. “After the aethershock, and learning you’d rather the Scions attend to your pain over what the sages have used.”

Moro’a blinked. “What was your hunch?” he couldn’t help but ask.

G’raha’s ears lowered to the sides a little as his gaze travelled to his lap. “Thanks to an explanation from Alphinaud, I learned that the sages employ several forms of umbral aether when treating pain,” he explained. “It led me to wonder if you might’ve found the effects of potent stasis-leaning magic uncomfortable, or perhaps even distressing…given what you’d endured on the First."

"...Like how the Light was affecting me." Of course G’raha would have picked up on this, Moro’a realised. He’d somehow neglected to anticipate that G’raha would have thought to consider how he might feel about it, before he’d even brought it up. Truthfully, it was a relief to see him approach the situation so conscientiously.

"Thank you," Moro'a said quietly, G'raha's ears swivelling towards him as he listened. “I was going to mention it, but you’re right about how I feel towards their methods. By which I mean I despised every second of it,” he sighed, leaning back into the pillow. The pain was beginning to tire him out again. “I would take just about anything else, perhaps even going without any remedy if I had to.”

“Well, ‘tis good that you need not resort to that last option. I would say you’ve endured enough for an age and a half,” G’raha stated. “But surely you know that my white magic will have a similar effect. Would that still be alright?”

“Yes – I doubt it would be half as uncomfortable as what the machinery did to me,” Moro’a explained. “I trust that you’ll figure out something.”

“Very well.” G’raha was smiling, and his shoulders looked more relaxed, as though the tension he’d been holding had abated significantly. “I’ll need to fetch my staff and take some time to work out the spell, but rest assured it won’t take long,” he said.

“And…thank you in turn. For trusting me with this task.” Moro’a nodded, feeling several onzes lighter himself. The air between them had changed – not entirely, but enough to soften the awkwardness into something far more hopeful.

#kae scribbles #g'raha tia #WHEW #i'm already thinking about writing an epilogue and going through earlier chapters to edit them before posting the whole thing on ao3 #but also nevermind that the last scion and the hardest chapter i've written yet is doneeee

[kuroimarzipan]

#Junelezen 2022 Day 1: Introduction

1566, 6AE. In the cramped patient’s room of Gelmorran Remedies, a chirurgeon and medicinal dispensary run out of a small apartment in Gridania.

“Ah, good. You’re awake. That means you will live, despite your best efforts.”

“Wha... Where...”

“You are in Gridania. And not, may I add, bleeding out on the forest floor of the Shroud, which is where I found you.”

“Wait, the ot-- Agh!”

“Please, remain where you are and don’t make any sudden movement, else you will reopen your wounds!”

“Rgh... but... the...”

“The other refugees? Safe and mostly unharmed in Quarrymill, at least for the time being. Worry more about yourself. Clearly, you did not when you took the brunt of the attack.”

“...Doesn’t matter... if everyone else is okay.”

“Do not be a fool. I would not have gone through the effort of treating you if your life did not hold just as much value as those you saved.”

“S-Sorry...Thanks... Uh...”

“Sandrine. And you are...?”

“Mm... S-Sonje.”

“Hrm. Well, Sonje... if you are able to sit up without too much discomfort, I have food and drink for you. Just something light on the stomach, but it will help the medicine go down better afterwards.”

“Ah... yeah. Please...”

“Let me help you.... there! Oh, do not move your arm like that yet. I will take care of it.”

“...s’good...”

“Very good. Now, after this, I have some medicine that will ease the pain while you recover, and you should rest more. When your recovery has progressed further, we can talk properly about how you found yourself here. But right now, rest.”

#junelezen #ffxiv #duskwight #sandrine #sonje #sandrine has noooo patience for self-sacrificing people #btw ysayle gets the same lecture years later lol. #and after that a few scions and the wol #tbh idk what sort of things ill do for the other junelezen prompts #maybe some art maybe some gpose #maybe some dialogue like this?? #guy that can only write dialogue

[asleepinawell]

Chapter 1: The Crystarium

Rating: T

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Chapters: 1/10

Summary:

In an impulsive decision, the Warrior of Light (with some help from Venat) decides to abduct Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus from Elpis and take them back to his time. Now he’s stuck with two very annoyed ancients who are simultaneously dealing with culture shock and seeing firsthand the devastation caused by the Ascians.

This fic came jointly from a conversation I had with @ancillaryjurisprudence tossing around 'how would elpis hades and hyth adapt to the present day' ideas and my desire to write something for everyone whose wol is just a complete and utter himbo--a himbo who still fits into the basic shape of the wol the game provides and who is also trying to balance his himbo-ness with the crushing weight of all the responsibilities heaped on him. His one brain cell is very tired.

So it’s partly for everyone who is/was in their twenties and suddenly was expected to be an adult and is just So Tired. But it’s also got a ton of humor in it.

Character-driven narrative fic that is equal parts serious and humorous. No post 6.0 spoilers.

The title is a terrible pun for which I make no apologies.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #final fantasy 14 #my writing #mp #emet-selch #emet selch #hythlodaeus #posting something for a new fandom is going to be the most stressful thing i've done this week which is saying something #also this is completely written already so no worries that it won't be finished #came in at about 42k words total which is on the shorter side for me #probably post 1-2 times a week until complete #it's like...it's hyth/hades...with hyth/hades/azem implied #but that's also not the point #more narrative and character study than shippy #especially since it's from the outside pov of the wol #i had a lot of trouble deciding how to tag it #alisaie estinien and y'shtola appear the most out of the scions #like almost every fic i've written this is a case of 'i couldn't find it so i had to write it' #the fact my fic title is a horrible pun and my ao3 user name is a meme from 2005 tells you all you need to know about me as a person #endwalker #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv ancients au

[blissfulalchemist]

Prompt: Give a future historian’s take on your oc. Brain: Oh okay so write it like an academic paper then?

A Meta-Analysis on the Heroic Deeds of the Warrior of Light by Thea Flore First Draft to be submitted for Peer Review Nearly one hundred years have passed since the supposed passing of the Warrior of Light, Etheirys’ famed hero and legend, and they have become a story told to children or tales that feel hard to believe as your great-grandfather recounts one because he swears he was there to see it happen, even though they would have been a baby when the event occurred. I too was ready to leave them to the storybooks when a random encounter with a viera gave me pause as they took in a painting within the newly made historical museum of Doma, a simple comment of, “That scar is on the wrong side.”. When I inquired on just who they meant, they pointed to Lord Hein wherein I saw similar features in another standing regal next to him with the viera next to me. Given their average lifespans I suspected that they had the most credibility on any tales told, prompting me to look further into these events. I hope that by looking at the retellings and taking in the accounts of people that were most likely to have been alive during the Warrior’s life span, it should be noted that many of these people will be of either elezen or viera descent, we will be able to separate the truth from the fiction. While many do not find purpose in this endeavor, I find that by preserving as much of the truth as possible we can better understand the nuances and points of view of the people and time in the years after the seventh umbral calamity. Given the many great changes that occurred in this time period it is easy to let the tales lean into fiction thus losing any critical analysis so that mistakes of the past cannot be repeated if we are to continue an era of peace and prosperity.

Like truly brain there’s no need for this!

#like i could have easily been like writing something from a scion perspective or a bard but no #brain wont comply in any sense (even if it never gets published) unless its framed as an academic paper #granted id do like quick summaries of like three things very condensed but still #no need for this brain

[scioneeris]

#scion is random #scion writes things #it me lol

[cheracarmichael]

So, my weekly update posts were kind of stressing me out and I've decided that I need to change some things in my writing routine, if I want to make it to the end of the year *without* burning out.

Le sigh.

So! Here's attempt No. 1~!

This week, I'm trying to wrap up all the monthly Patreon posts that were thrown off schedule when I was scrambling to get the 120th chapter of TBDH finished/posted.

BTR (Beyond this Realm)'s chapter went up on Patreon last night and today, I'm working on Fractalian!

#scion writes things #scion has a patreon #chera carmichael #writing life

[sayonaramidnight]

Keeping up with the nerdiest ones.

Day 20 - Scholarly

#RoevemberXIV #Roevember #FFXIV #femroe #thanalan tinies #scions of the seventh dawn #one of the things I'd love to write someday if I could #helvi being lectured by papalymo and saved by yda #and asking urianger where baby carbuncles come from #:P

[unmeinoniwa]

2am ramblings cuz ive been playing ffxiv all day but celine as the wol makes me think a lot about how much more happier and fulfilled she is in this verse compared to her canon. while she truthfully doesnt care about saving the world and stuff, being surrounded by a loving group of friends and fighting with them makes her feel as if theres meaning to her life— as if she belongs somewhere. before even becoming the wol, she was probably a lot similar to how she is in her og verse; alone, hopeless and just letting life take her along with no direction while lamenting the loss of her only family. she only wanted something so simple as a place to belong and now that she has it, shes practically willing to do anything to protect the happiness she has now. shes basically clinging onto it at this point but its whats allowed her to become more stronger and more honest with herself— which is something she immensely struggles with in her canon.

#ok i definitely write things tomorrow but i jusr.. sneefles… i love celine #ooc tag. #tbt mobile. #wol celine… im happy for u #tho almost losing the scions made her so fucking desperate #lots of losses along the way but ):

[meowww-ffxiv]

(working for the Scions)

Meowdred: I’ll discuss payment with Tataru?

Minfilia: Sure, but please do not hesitate to work directly with me!

Meowdred: OK. Here’s the invoice. I included the itemized list.

—

Incident: Ifrit

Incident type: Primal summoned

Was a primal successfully summoned? ☑️ Yes

Was direct combat used to quell primal? ☑️ Yes

Location: Thanalan

Fees:

Finding the primal — 1200g

Quelling the primal — 9000g

Aetheryte travel — N/A*

*Agents were kidnapped and taken directly to summoning site with no fees to employer. The emotional & equipment damages incurred during this part is included in the “damages” listed below.

Damages:

Equipment — 982g [Camp Drybone median rate]

Weapons — 140 [Camp Drybone median rate]

Emotional — 60g [Camp Drybone tavern tab]

Per the Scions’ 10% damage reparation policy, Meowdred Surana & Theodore Pentaghast are entitled to 118g of compensation, to be included in the final amount.

Total: 10,318g

—

Minfilia: *clearly not trying to laugh* I will see to it that you receive the payment at once. Are you sure you don’t want more for the “emotional” damages?

Meowdred, deathly serious: I’m not rewriting that. Just put it as a bonus please thank you.

#meowdred surana #he has several more invoices like this and to this day it’s still #the funniest things tataru has of him #she keeps them in a drawer and she looks at it whenever she’s feeling down #after like. HW. Meowdred just withdrew directly from Scion funds #he writes down all the expenses but he takes the money when he wants