#efrmellifer

[blackestnight]

trick or treat! -efrmellifer

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part of the rewrite of my DRK zine fic i'm working on!

A knock at the door shattered his reverie; he blinked to refocus—still holding the jar of earth shards, still not a damned clue what he could do with them—and glanced up toward the front door, and Hanami, who had climbed up onto the counter to reach an upper cabinet. “You going to get that?” he asked. She was right there, after all, and it wasn’t as though Sid was particularly well-known for his neighborly hospitality.

“Not my house,” she said, and slammed the cabinet door for emphasis. “Not my problem.”

He heaved a sigh and abandoned the crystals, inching past her perch on the counter so he could reach the door. At least it had sounded like a polite knock, rather than the pounding thud-thud-thuds that had echoed through the alleyways when irate Temple Knights were making their rounds.

The man on the other side of the door was an elezen, sort of knobbly with age and nearly swallowed by the frills on the green coat he wore. Sid felt his shoulders set before his conscious thought could quite catch up—those were Haillenarte colors, what did this man want—but before he could say anything the man offered a swift, shallow bow. “Begging your pardons, ser,” he said. “I do apologize for the disturbance. I am Focrineau, and it is my deepest honor to serve at the pleasure of Lord Francel de Haillenarte—though I fear I must also apologize for my brevity, as it is business regarding Lord Francel that brings me here. Might there be a Lady Hagane on the premises?”

Well, at least he made no bones about the fact that he didn’t give a rat’s arse about Sid, which was somewhat comforting. Though he was going to have a word with Hanami if her showing up here meant even more of her stiff-collared friends would be turning up at all hours. He turned to catch sight of Hanami with her forehead pressed to the bottom of the cabinet, obviously on the tail end of a sigh.

“Don’t know that I’d call her a lady, but aye, she’s here,” he said, and stepped away as Hanami hopped down from the counter. “For you,” he added, and sidestepped the elbow she tried to drive into his gut as she passed.

#final fantasy xiv #writing - mine #sidurgu orl #oc: hanami hagane #drk things #ask meme #ask #efrmellifer #thank you etien! #they're awful your honor

[sea-wolf-coast-to-coast]

FFxivWrite2021 Recap

This post is extremely overdue! I apologize! Last year was a particularly busy one for me. While y’all were exercising your creativity with the prompts each day, I was preparing for the birth of my first kiddo - a little guy who came 3 weeks early and before I had a chance to recap the challenge. Once he was here, I disappeared into first-time-parent newborn life for awhile. And now, I’m back! Thank you all for your patience and understanding as I navigated (and continue to navigate) a major life change.

Now, without further ado, let’s recap!

10,390 total entries were submitted in 2021!

This includes all entries that were submitted via the Google Form, including late entries (and excluding duplicate entries).

Which brings us to 31,556 total recorded entries since we began this challenge in 2017! 

And, we had 80 volunteer artists in 2020!! Which means that there were 80 prize-winners!

A breakdown of the stats + announcement of the Participation Prize winners are below the cut ~

Want to see all public entries? Here’s a link to the Master Spreadsheet. This omits entries that people requested to keep private between them and I.

Total Participation Year to Year:

Prompt Participation by Year:

NOTE: The big dips are Make up / Extra Credit Days. Lots of folks choose to take a break over writing Extra Credit. Legit!

Prompt Breakdown by Week:

Submissions by Day:

NOTE: Day 7 was the day before the 24-hour deadline went into effect. Hence, the big ol’ spike.

Submissions by Platform:

Participation Prize Winners

Winners were selected via a random raffle dice roll made by each of the artists and span all online writing platforms, including Tumblr, Ao3, Google Docs, and others (like Twitter). This writing challenge is not a contest - no one’s work was being judged for length, skill, etc. The prizes are based on participation only!

Prizes are a simple black & white portrait of the winner’s character. Most are shoulder up but the artists are free to take liberties if they’d like. Prizes are not commissioned work, so ultimately it’s the artist’s choice for what they’d like to do for the piece. Some artists (not all) accept commissions and might be open to colorizing a prize piece, after it’s been posted, at their normal rates.

All of 2021′s winners have been contacted, and most prizes have been completed. As always, there are a few whose artists needed to drop out for personal reasons, and that’s ok! In those cases, the winners will be carried over into 2022′s pool of winners where another artist will pick up their prize and complete it. That being said, if you were a 2021 winner and you haven’t seen a completed prize yet, please feel free to reach out to me! 

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Congrats, winners! 

We’ll see you next September for FFxivWrite2022

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[wondroustailsofffxiv]

Wondrous Tails of FFIXV 2022: Raffle Winners

Thank you to everyone who took part in this year’s event! What had originally began as a very personal ‘wouldn’t this make a fun challenge’ rabbit hole has in its second year become quite the interesting event for a section of the FFXIV fan community.

We had over 40 participants this year, and at least 250 entries in total consisting of gpose, prose, art and various other media formats! Along with the ongoing exit survey for the 2022 event, I hope to take all the wonderful things I’ve learned in hosting this year’s Wondrous Tails of FFXIV and make the ones in the future all the more exciting!

In order to ensure fairness for the end-of-event raffle, I went through and verified that all entries counted were legitimately posted and/or linked to the masterlist submitted by each participant. To the best of my ability, I ensured each entry from the winners followed the listed rules of the event.

I used a resource called picker wheel to choose each winner, with everyone getting weighed in accordance to their number of entries. If there are any questions or issues in regards to the picked winners, please send me a message!

And so, the winners of the raffle (and 18 USD worth of mog station items) are:

@manylivesmanyworlds

@suchanadorer

[Anonymous twitter user]

@efrmellifer

@pellaaearien

@nijohirjesyho

@tallbluelady

I will DM all the winners and give them a full 72 hours to get back to me. If someone does not respond to my message, then I will pick another winner from the list to take that spot. If there are any issues, questions or concerns, please send me a message or ask here or on my main tumblr blog @darthsuki!

Thank’s again to everyone for making May a really fun month! :D

#wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondroustailsofffxiv #eventupdate

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Coats and Knights

Relationship: WoL(Etien Mellifer)/Aymeric

Rating: PG

Summary: Aymeric is a dutiful husband and orders coats for his wife--but he forgets a little detail.

Note: This is a late prize for @efrmellifer for being one of the winners of the Wondrous Tails event! I loved reading about her and Aymeric together, and I equally loved writing them. Their relationship is adorable and so wholesome UvU

It was a cold day in Ishgard, as many of them often were. With the bitter chill able to slip into one’s very bones if they were not properly clothed, Aymeric often wondered if it bothered Etien more than she cared to tell him. Though he and his fellow countrymen had barely several years to grow accustomed to the plummeting temperatures, she did not. Her home of the Black Shroud was certainly not as hot as the desert of Thanalan or the sea-swept La Noscea, but he knew enough to say it didn’t often experience anything less than late-nights of mild chill.

Similarly, he had heard many times over by way of rumor that those of her blood--Miqo’te--were oftentimes sensitive to the cold. Aymeric of course wasn’t the type of man to take a few errant rumours and assume them to be undoubtable fact, but it did certainly add to the man’s worry for Etien’s health as her husband. 

And, ever the doting of partners, Aymeric had several coats commissioned for her, seeing as she had so few already, and what others she owned didn’t seem at all made for the bitter cold so often experienced through Ishgardian nights. 

They were of hardy make, with thick layers of leather and fur that left an equally pleasing and durable design. 

But there was one detail missed in the transaction of said coats--easily overlooked, as their marriage had been something of a hushed event, if only to make sure she was not accosted nor Aymeric constantly questioned each and every time they stepped foot in Ishgard together. Of course, any person with a decent sense of curiosity and patience would be able to piece together all the bits of information left between them to realize that both the Warrior of Light and Lord Commander were wed to one another. 

But Aymeric respected the fact that it was something of an off-hand fact, not a piece of knowledge regularly known to even the noble houses of Ishgard. So of course, when he commissioned for coats, he had left out the fact that they were for his wife and not for himself—

And so when she went to try them on, Etien was completely engulfed in the material.

“I think there may be a detail or two that is off with them,” the young woman said, raising her hands so that the cuff of the coat hung over the empty space, too long for her arms. “I understand that you want me to stay warm, Aymeric, but this is perhaps…” she laughed and glanced down at how the coat practically smothered over her shoulders, only barely lifted from the ground about midway down her lower legs.

“Ah,” Aymeric wasn’t sure whether he wanted to feel more amused, endeared, or embarrassed at the situation. “I neglected to inform the craftsperson about whom the commission was for.”

Etien’s eyes remained on the coat for a few moments, and she gestured lightly with her arms, as if testing how hard it was to move them while smothered with the heavy coat.

“Well, it’s warm regardless,” she turned around, watching herself in the mirror on the bedroom wall. “Perhaps they can be altered in some way? I’d hate for them to be wasted…”

Aymeric hummed at the suggestion.

“I can certainly inquire about that.”

Etien turned again, and again--both in body as much as her thoughts, the woman’s face set into a look of concentration.

Then, she looked towards Aymeric with a smile; the poor man felt his heartbeat skip from the sight alone.

“Can we donate them to the Brume? I know of several at least whose coats are worn paper-thin, and they would make far greater use of these than I ever will.”

The idea caught Aymeric off-guard for a moment, but quickly he felt like an even greater fool for not seeing such an easy solution to a problem that was entirely self-made.

“Of course!” he felt heat on his cheeks from both embarrassment and now-definite endearment. “Though, while silly of me to ask this, I request to keep just one of them.”

“And why is that?” Etien asked, tilting her head into the thick fur trim around the collar; it framed her face perfectly. 

“Well,” the commander suddenly felt his voice grow quiet, and no amount of bravado could push it louder. “While a bit large, I admit that it looks….cute. On you.”

Etien was silent for a moment, but shuffled herself closer towards him. He could barely see her tail twitch beneath the coat (another detail that made them ill-fitting for her), and she moved until she could gently press her forehead to the front of his body. 

“I don’t think it’s silly,” she murmurs against him. “And it makes me happy when you say such things about me.”

The two of them stood together for a few moments, with Aymeric eventually wrapping his arms around her and enjoying the moment of peace and domesticity they shared. When they were both such important people to so many others, there were often stretches of time when such moments seemed impossible to share.

And at least she was warm.

#writing #drabble #wondrous tails prize #efrmellifer #etien mellifer #sfw drabble #sfw writing #wondrous tails of ffxiv

[ladyramora]

NSFW PWP (Porn Minus Plot) Commission

OT3/Throuple (Established Relationship, WoL Sandwich) (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Aymeric x Etien (Female Miqo'te WoL) x Estinien

Etien belongs to @efrmellifer

NSFW Warnings: Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Double Penetration, Ear Sucking & Nibbling, Tail Pulling, Hair Pulling, Estinien's rude, crude language.

Aymeric x WoL (Etien) x Estinien

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It had been some time since they had all three of them been able to come together. Far too long since it had been an evening like this where they could relax, and eat, and talk of things that were not Eorzea's perpetual state of peril. It seemed that this world and more had need of the Warrior of Light.

They had all been busy, and run very nearly ragged by all the happenings of late.

Here with her ever devoted husband, and with Estinien, too; she could simply be Etien. Sweet, beautiful, and so very caring Etien who—despite her heavy burdens—still insisted on cooking another one of those meals that would only ever come out right when made by her capable hands. Estinien and Aymeric had tried with a recipe or two, written out step by step in Etien's careful hand. It had not been the same, for all that it had still been tasty. Etien was possessed of many talents, her skill in the kitchen being only one of so many that the two elezen men greatly appreciated.

Etien has to admit, Estinien finally joining the Scions was a blessing and a comfort. She may not be able to spend every second of every day with her husband, but having Estinien so close during all that Scion business entailed certainly helped. It helped Etien decompress being able to look over and there was Estinien. Though Etien knew it was not just because of their relationship. It was not only for her benefit that he had joined her and the rest of their Scions in their fight. The azure dragoon had bonded with Alphinaud on their travails as surely as Etien had, and saw him much the same as a younger brother. Estinien was very much fond, as had been quite plain to see when he'd mistakenly greeted Alisaie as if she were Alphinaud. Etien had pressed her eyeteeth hard against her tongue just not to burst into giggles at the dumbfounded look on Estinien's face when Alisaie had yelled at him in a fit of pique for being mistaken for Alphinaud, yet again. Etien was only sad that Alphinaud had missed it, and the affectionate hair-ruffling that Estinien had meant for him. It would have been a sweet, heart-melting scene if Estinien had only been aware that Alphinaud's sister was also his twin. Etien supposed that little tidbit of information had never come up.

….

After dinner, with bellies full with the dinner Etien had prepared— and the decadent dessert Aymeric had taken the task to whip up in assistance to his wife—they all had taken to lounging lazily as their dinner digested.

Etien was quite content being lovingly squished between her two favorite elezen. Laying atop Aymeric on her belly as her husband wasted no time in burying his fingers in her auburn curls, drawing his hands through as his nails scratched ever so gently at her scalp. Estinien is half pinned by both of them, situated to the side with his back pressed up against the loveseat. One the dragoon's arms being used as a pillow for Aymeric's head, one leg hooked over the back of Etien's knee to lay between her thighs as he rested his cheek against her shoulder and stroked heavy-handed over her side and hip.

Etien's purr was heavy, the vibrations and rumbly sound of it lulling her two lovers into deeper relaxation. Twould be easy to drop into a doze with it, but that was not what the two elezen had planned for tonight. Etien's stress and anxieties had been much too high as of late, there had been too much to worry and cry about. So, Aymeric and Estinien had put their heads together, lovingly conspiring to make absolutely certain their miqo'te had a night of absolutely no thinking about such troubles. That she would be so thoroughly distracted and satisfied she'd be too tired by the end to do anything but sleep.

So do Aymeric and Estinien make eye contact over Etien's nuzzling head, putting their plan into motion just as Etien comments on a lazy mumble, "You two are awfully quiet."

"We are merely basking, my dearest," Aymeric tells her as he cups the back of her ear with his middle and pointer fingers, his thumb pressing gently into the fine fur inside her ear as he carefully rubbed at her.

Estinien murmuring a quiet agreement of, "Aye. It has been too long since we were afforded such time to do as we liked," as the dragoon's hand curled loosely around her tail, stroking at the full length of her lazily flickering appendage again and again. If Etien were not relaxed already, she very nearly melted at the combined dedicated attention of the two men closest to her heart.

"That is true," She mumbles her agreement into Aymeric's chest, cheeks blushing. "Though we have not been parted by distance so much as duty, I have missed this. Missed you."

Aymeric pressed his lips to her hair, "As we have you, dearest. Full glad are we to have been granted this respite, and so we will not waste this opportunity to lavish upon you our affection. Is that not so, Estinien?"

Estinien gives a rumbling growl of a hum, before muttering, "Aye, lord commander. You have the right of it."

Etien could feel Aymeric smile against her hair. Then shivered as her husband nuzzled his nose, cheek, and lips over the velvety fur of her ears, a low whine building in her throat as Aymeric took the tip of one feline ear between his soft lips, nibbling at her ever so gently by biting at the inside of his own lips. The miqo'te giving a full-body shudder as his nails scratched at the base of her other ear as his tongue traced along the appendage in his mouth, sucking ever so gently.

The miqo'te downright squirmed on top of Aymeric, gasping and then moaning out loud as Estinien's gentle stroking of her tail took a turn for the more sexual as he curled his fingers very close to the base and squeezed. Her fingers reflexively curled, her nails digging into the soft, blue cloth of Aymeric's shirt. n

Nuzzling at him, she smothers her face into the smooth skin of her husband's chest bared to her by the loosened laces of his shirt as Estinien squeezed and then tugged, squeezed and tugged at her tail. The heaviness of her purr only interrupted by the helpless, pleasured sounds she made being the focus of their attention.

It was not long before Etien made herself focus, feeling selfish and spoiled to simply lie there being the only one feeling good. She makes up for it by grasping Aymeric's shirt in both hands and pulling it further open to kiss and suck at his chest, her eyeteeth scraping at his skin in the way that made the elezen lord shiver, and then gasp. She kneaded at his chest, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. The slight raspy quality of her soft, slick tongue laving over his chest making her husband shift under her as his arousal was further stirred, his blood heating and redirecting towards his groin as Etien wiggled on top of him, her body rubbing up against him as she rocked back into the squeeze and tug of Estinien's hand as if silently pleading for him to continue.

"Aymeric," says Estinien, "much as I like to be your pillow, I require the return of mine other arm to better satisfy the viscountess."

Aymeric chuckles then with his lips still wrapped around her ear, and Etien feels it zing through her from the tip of her ear to her curling toes.

"Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom," Aymeric suggests, putting his ministrations on pause. Etien's soft, needful whine answered with her husband's hands cupping her cheeks and drawing her in for a sweet, but steamy kiss that left her panting and aching for more.

Estinien had wasted no time in hopping up and shaking out his tingly limbs to get his blood flowing again. "Require you aid, lord commander?" The azure dragoon asks with humor as Etien draws Aymeric back in for more kisses. Aught that the lord happily grants her, cradling his wife's cheeks as he presses kiss after kiss to her waiting lips.

Aymeric answers with a sighed hum in the negative, his hands falling away from Etien's face to slip over her hips and outer thighs, grasping her knees to wrap her legs around his waist and then standing up with his hands bracing her bottom. Etien's arms looping around his neck with a giggle as she is scooped up into her husband's arms and carried off to their bedroom.

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Etien finds herself propped up on a cushion of so many pillows, a handsome elezen man on either side of her. Etien's hands tangled in long, pale hair and dark, satin curls as her lovers took turns kissing her breathless. The soft, full lips of her husband, sweet and fervent. The lips of the azure dragoon thinner and firmer, his kiss full of heat and passion.

Between the two of them Etien quickly becomes very much distracted as they take their sweet time kissing her. The hungry press of their lips over her own, their tongues slipping between her lips to lick at her as if chasing the sweet taste of birch syrup that still lingered on her tongue from tea with dessert.

Kissing Aymeric until her lips began to tingle, kissing Estinien as he turned her face towards him with gentle fingers on her chin, and then that thrill of watching the two of them kiss each other with her hands still caught in their hair as if she were the one guiding them to do so.

Etien feels flushed, panting lightly as she watches them kiss. The way they kissed one another was different and yet the same as the way they kissed her. Aymeric still sweet and fervent, but not so soft as to easily yield to Estinien's almost aggressive passion as the Azure dragoon cupped his jaw and nipped at his full lower lip, tugging at the plump flesh with his teeth before licking into the lord's mouth. Aymeric, not being one to allow himself be outdone, rubbed at the azure dragoon's pointed ears as he returned Estinien's passion with capable patience, the tug of his hand in the dragoon's pale hair making Estinien moan out as his head tipped back, breaking their kiss.

Etien feels a rush of heat as they turn to her in perfect unison, pinning her in place with the fervid gleam of desire in their striking eyes, steel and icy blue. Her heart beating fast as both of her elezen kiss her at once, cheek to cheek. Their hands in her hair, stroking her ears. Their lips lingering on her face. Peppering kiss after kiss to the corners of her mouth, over her cheeks, down her jaw to her neck.

Etien's face feels hot, her eyes aching with the threat of tears, her heart fit to burst with all the warmth and love she felt as Aymeric and Estinien took her hands as they kissed from her shoulders and arms to her wrists and backs of her hands, where there they laid the most chivalrous of knight-ly kisses as they gazed up into her eyes.

"Dear heart," Aymeric murmurs, not failing to notice the shine of tears in the gorgeous green of his wife's eyes. "Is aught amiss?"

Estinien pauses, too, a worried look in his steel blue eyes as he held her hand and rubbed at the back of her knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

Etien giggled and shook her head, emotional tears dripping down her cheeks as she blinked. "No, no. I.. I am just… really happy."

Aymeric sighs with relief, smiling as he kisses the inside of Etien's wrist. "Good, good. Twas what we meant for. Ah.. Need you a moment, my dearest?" her husband asked, reaching out to wipe away her tears.

Again, Etien shook her head no. Pecking a kiss to Aymeric's hand as she leaned into it. "No, no. I am fine. Um," her face heats, green eyes gazing out at him under her eyelashes, "continue?"

Aymeric hums, kissing her face until she giggled. Then he drew back to smile at her so very warmly. "As my lady wishes," he says softly.

"Good?" Estinien asks gruffly, offset by the soft way he nuzzles his cheek into Etien's hand and kisses her palm as she brushes her fingers over his face.

"Really, very good," Etien replies, smiling at them both adoringly.

Her two elezen men relax, nodding their heads, and then Etien is again swept up in the resuming of their affections. Further fueled, perhaps, by her display of emotion.

Along with more kisses do her two elezen lovers caress her, her clothing carefully stripped away to bare more places for their hands and lips.

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Etien cannot hold back her voice with Estinien's head between her thighs, his long hair unbound and tickling at her skin. Her moans and sighs only muffled by her husband's lips, his elegant hands kneading at her chest as he kissed her.

She'd already reached her peak more than once tonight with Estinien insisting that Aymeric be first to the task of pleasuring his wife. Though Etien and Aymeric were more than certain that Estinien was still just hesitant to be the one to please her first without Aymeric's expert guidance. Aymeric knew best how to please her, the dragoon was wont to insist. It was truly sweet that he cared so much.

'Twas true to say that her husband was the very best at finding all the spots that even his wife had not known were her erogenous zones.

Aymeric's face was the prettiest Etien had ever had the pleasure of sitting on, but that sinful mouth of his had only kissed the lips on her face tonight. Only his elegant fingers touching her where she craved him so desperately, stirring up her passions so that Estinien could continue on pleasing her.

Estinien may not be quite the eloquent speaker as Aymeric, but he did have a talented tongue, is all Etien can think now while grasping at Estinien's hair. Tugging at the long, moon-spun strands as he devoured her like a starving man would his first meal in ages. The hair pulling only spurred the azure dragoon on all the more, his tongue delving deep as he sunk his fingers inside of her, the hollowing of his cheeks as he sucked at her soft flesh bringing more focus to the sharp features of his face with her thighs pinned under his hands. Etien whimpers and whines into her husband's mouth as Aymeric kisses her deep and plays with her chest with fingers nimble and far too clever. She was close, so close to the edge again. How many times tonight would they do so? It seemed they were not yet through with her, even as Etien became more and more lax between them. The tension she was holding drained out of her bit by bit as she was eased deeper and deeper into blissful, orgasmic relaxation.

One particular trick with Estinien's tongue had Etien whimpering, her thighs jerking where Estinien held them. The urge to squeeze his head and bury that tongue between the apex of her thighs forever a strong one. She tugs at her husband's neck instead, pulling him down so that she could mouth at his ear. Her lips tracing the sharp line of his ear, her breath panting into the shell of it as she moaned and gasped. She can feel her husband's patience thinning just by the way he trembled. The back of his neck felt hot under her palm, his soft gasps and sighs spurring her on to lick at his ear, nibbling along his earlobe.

"Etien," Aymeric moaned.

"Aymeric," Etien breathed into his ear.

"Hmmf," grunted Estinien with his nose grinding against her, his tongue thrusting inside of her wet heat.

One of the azure dragoon's hands fell away from pinning her thigh to reach behind her, his nails scratching just right at the base of her tail.

Etien shudders, mewling out,"Estinien!" as her fur stood on end with a whole body shiver, pleasure pulsing through her from the point of contact. The miqo'te nibbled and sucked at the delicate flesh of Aymeric's ear with a little more force behind it, making Aymeric shudder, his hands grasping at her tight as his hips jolted against her.

Etien does not last as Estinien slips two fingers inside of her and rubs her where he knows she likes, still scratching at the base of her tail with his nails. Etien fairly writhes in Aymeric's arms, her thighs squeezing at Estinien's head without him holding her down as she rode his face to her second —no, third?— orgasm of the night.

Etien whines high, keeping Estinien pinned between her thighs as she comes down from her high, falling limp in Aymeric's embrace as she tries to catch her breath. Estinien sits up from between her thighs, his face wet with her arousal and hair messy from her tugging.

"That good, huh?" He looks insufferably smug.

Etien flops her hand at him, unable to form words yet with the mush of her brain. She can feel as much as hear Aymeric chuckle with her husband's arms still around her, allowing her to rest on his lap as she catches her breath.

"Estinien, come here," the Lord Commander beckons. His hand reaching out to cup Estinien's cheek in his palm as he kissed him, the taste of Etien still heavy on the dragoon's tongue.

It made Etien blush just to watch, another throb of desire pulsing through her as Aymeric licked into Estinien's mouth as if he was seeking out all traces of her left on the other man's tongue.

Estinien cradled the lord's head, his fingers winding into the satin of those dark curls, the thumb of his other hand tracing along the curve of Aymeric's ear that Etien had only just had in her mouth. Estinien breaking from their kiss to better look at his ear and chuckle.

"Your wife has left her mark upon you, my friend," he tells Aymeric, brushing over the purpling mark that Etien had made on the delicate flesh of his earlobe.

Aymeric's face flushes as he touches a hand to his tender ear, looking down at Etien who blinked up at him with guileless, pretty green eyes. "Hmm. So she has," Aymeric murmured, looking at her with such bedroom eyes that Etien squirmed on his lap, hiding her face in her hands. Peeking out between her fingers.

"Hmm? Feeling shy now? What ever shall I do, my dearest? Now that you've left a mark—your mark—aught that I cannot conceivably hide?" Aymeric purred, brushing his knuckles over her cheek and rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip.

"It is the wrong ear for your usual adornment," Estinien remarks, dragging his pointer finger over Aymeric's other ear where he usually wore his black and gold clasp that so elegantly matched the rest of his armor. Estinien presses his lips there, following the path his finger had left. "Shall I make another to match?"

"Absolutely not," Aymeric says, but does not push Estinien away. Only shivering, his head tilting as Estinien kisses at his ear then over his cheek to his jaw, and down his neck.

Etien sits slowly upright, twisting herself around in her husband's lap to join in on kissing along the stretch of his unmarked throat. "M'Sorry," she mutters so cutely with her lips pressed to his warmed skin, even as she wiggles in his lap like a temptress, the length of him pressing up between her soft thighs, teasing him and her both as she rubs up against him so slick and heated.

"Etien, please," Aymeric fairly whimpered, his head tipping back as he grasped at her hips. Grinding her down against him as he rocked into her needfully. He had waited for this long already, but did not know how much more he could last with such stimulation as this. "May I," he gasps, squeezing at her hips, "please, may I…?"

"Yes, yes," Etien gasps, wanting him, ready and waiting for more.

Aymeric gave a sweet little whimper in response that shot straight to her core, making Etien squirm against him as his hand slipped down between them to take his length in hand, the tip of him rubbing teasingly between her folds as he lined himself up against her. Etien rocking down into him at the same time he thrust upwards, the both of them groaning out their pleasure as he slipped inside of her.

"Aymeric!" Etien mewled, rolling her hips against him in impatient need.

"Etien, dearest, please," Aymeric groaned, trying his best to take a moment to hold still and adjust.

"Move, you fool," Estinien sighs into the dark haired elezen's ear, pressed against Aymeric's side. His hand moving slow and steady as he strokes himself, a self-tease just watching the two of them. "She is more than ready for your cock, lord commander. We have more than made certain of that."

"Estinien!" Etien gasped and hid her blushing face in her hands, her ears lying flat with embarrassment.

Aymeric similarly flusters. His cheeks flushed hot, blushing to his ears. Estinien's penchant for crude, rude language ever aught that flustered the well-mannered noble. "Be that as it may, Estinien… Mayhap I am the one who needs a moment, lest this end far too soon?"

Estinien chuckles and Etien squeaks, stilling the movement of her hips. Waiting, even though she was so wanting, for Aymeric to give her the go ahead.

Sitting here, doing naught more than warming her husband's cock until he felt he could move, the urgency of Etien's need calmed a bit.

It is Estinien who moves first, fiddling a lock of Aymeric's hair as he kissed at Etien's shoulder. "Hmm," the azure dragoon glanced between them. "Shall we do that tonight?"

"It... was not something I had planned for," Aymeric replies, his hands squeezing Etien's hips. "However, if Etien is amenable…tonight is as good a night as any. What say you, my love? Will you have us both?"

Etien flusters under their combined stare. "T-that..? Oh.. Tonight?" She squirmed with fluster — the grind of her hips making Aymeric moan, before she stills again. Her heart beat fast just considering. It was something they had been working up to. And tonight was the first night after so long that they'd had a chance to be together, to indulge in their wants and desires.

Etien swallows, taking a gulp of breath as she nods with burning cheeks. "W-well, if you want to, then…" her voice trails of into a squeak

"Then?" Estinien gently prods.

Etien jolts, ears perking and tail twitching. "Th-then.. yes. Y..yes! I would like to… do that. Have… both of you, together," her voice goes quiet again, feeling flustered and greedy. Thoroughly spoiled to have them both. Her body was more than ready, however. For the pulse of want that went through her just speaking of it, imagining it. A needy ache that pulsed between her thighs, hot and wet and willing even as she was so filled with Aymeric already inside of her.

"Good," Estinien says, brandishing a familiar bottle of lubricant and proceeding to drizzle a large amount onto his fingers. Allowing it a moment to warm to his body heat before he presses his fingers between her thighs as Etien raises slightly up on her knees.

Etien squeaks, jolting with the feel of his fingers, making Aymeric gasp as she nearly bounced on his lap.

"Oh, dear heart," Aymeric groaned in pleading. Fury take him, he was at his limit already.

Etien breathes shallowly, her ears lowered and eyes half lidded as Estinien's fingers slipped in alongside Aymeric's length buried inside of her. His fingertips pressing against her soft, spongey insides. One finger at first, then two wiggling in and curling. Three, twisting and thrusting and making Etien whimper with need, clutching desperately at Aymeric's shoulders as she rocked slightly back into Estinien's fingers. Aymeric's grasp on her hips was tight, his breath shuddering as he tucked his face into her neck and gasped into her skin.

Estinien chuckles, his hand ever so slightly swatting her backside just to make Etien gasp and Aymeric moan as she clenched around his fingers and Aymeric's girth.

"Estinien, my dearest and oldest friend, have care with how you treat my wife," Aymeric warns him, wrapping his arms about Etien's shoulders and kissing her hair.

Estinien sniffs, hardly threatened as he slips his fingers free and reaches for the bottle again, "With more lubricant and a bit of patience, I do believe our viscountess can take the both of us tonight."

"Etien, if you are ready," Estinien adds after a pause.

Etien nods, her face burning.

"Yes? You are absolutely certain?" Aymeric prompts, needing to hear her say it before they proceeded with it. It was a lot more than she was used to and he did not wish her to feel in any way pressured.

"Yes," Etien says so very soft, then steels her spine and says more firmly. "Yes, I am certain."

…..

Etien feels some sort of way watching the two of them and that bottle of lubricant. The gleam of it in the warm lamplight as it pooled in their cupped hands, the slick sound of it and their following moans in her twitching ears as they ran their hands over each other as they prepared one another. It was all so… so lewd, Etien felt a bit like a voyeur. She was practically peeking through her fingers with blushing cheeks. Her ears perking and the fur of her tail bristling as they finished up faster than she anticipated and turned their attention on her. Slinking towards her with the bottle in hand to make certain she herself was sufficiently prepared to take both of them.

Etien is still so heated that the lubricant still feels cold despite the kindness her elezen lovers had shown trying to warm it with their own body heat before they dipped their fingers inside of her. Etien lay on her back, a handsome elezen man again on either side of her. Only this time, they both had their fingers inside of her. Lubricant poured into their hands to be slowly worked in. They prepare her slowly, so very patient. It is Etien that finally cannot bear it any longer.

"I am ready as I will ever be," the miqo'te says, hips squirming and tail thudding against the bedspread. "Any longer and I will be too tired to go on."

"Very well," Estinien says, and Etien suddenly finds herself turned on her side, facing her husband as Estinien tugs her backwards into his chest, the hot, slippery feeling of his hardness prodding between her thighs.

"Oh!" Etien gasps, looking to Aymeric with wide green eyes as Estinien sank into her easy with all they had done to ready her. Aymeric cups her face in his hand, kissing her deep as he slid closer. Her leg drawn up over his hip, his hand skimming her thigh before he reaches down to position himself.

Etien takes a breath and holds it, staring into her husband's face as he slowly slipped into her alongside Estinien. The breath she held whooshing out of her as he bottomed out. The both of them holding very still as Etien took a moment to get her bearings. Goddesses, she had never felt so full…!

"All right?" Aymeric asks her, stroking her cheek and gazing into her eyes. "If it is too much…"

"Yes. Darling, I am fine," Etien shook her head, breathing deep, and says to the dragoon, "Estinien, move."

Estinien grasps her by the hips, easing himself back, and then forward thrusts. Ohh, Etien's lips fall slack in a moan that was followed up by the soft, pleasured cry Aymeric lets out. Ohh, oh, yes…

The sure motions of the dragoon quickly stirring Etien up again, and Aymeric, too, by the way she could feel her husband pulse and twitch inside of her. It felt so very good, being so full, the girth of them inside her rubbing up against all her sweet spots.

It is made even better as Aymeric begins to roll his hips up into her, too. The both of them quickly finding a rhythm that worked with them, Etien pinned pleasurably between them.

The miqo'te fairly writhes between them, whimpering and whining. Gasping out a babble of praise as her two lovers made her feel so good.

The two men meet each other's eyes over her head, and then sit upright without jostling the miqo'te caught between them. Etien mewling out with the change, gravity working to settle her down on them, the roll and thrust of their hips filling her even deeper at this angle.

Ah, it was so good! So very good!

Estinien's hands circled around from behind her, pawing and kneading and plucking at her chest. His lips closed around her ear to suck and nibble at her sensitive flesh.

Aymeric kisses her deep, mapping out her mouth with his tongue as he swallows the sweet sound of her moans. One hand on her hip, and then the other trailing down over her belly to rub at her, to slide slick and oh-so-good over her throbbing, needy clit.

Etien mewled into her husband's mouth, trembling, bouncing on their laps as they pushed her steadily higher and higher, her pleasure building to new, orgasmic heights. The firm tug and squeeze of Estinien's hand on her tail the final straw.

Oh, oh…! Ohh!

Etien cries out, her muscles going taut as she climaxes for the umpteenth, final time. The force of her orgasm so strong, so intense that there was no possible way her lovers could last through the powerful ripples of her squeezing, pulsing muscles. She wrung their release out of them through the intensity of her own, her two men clutching her close as they spilled over and filled her up.

All three of them riding out the high, and then the haze of pleasured bliss...

…..

Etien lay, well and truly spent on Aymeric's chest. Her husband and Estinien both wrapped around her and each other, their legs all tangled together as the miqo'te purred hard, her happiness apparent through the loud sound of it, and the strength of the vibrations as her purr rumbled through her chest and into them.

They have yet to move since flopping to the bed, the both of them still inside the well satisfied miqo'te. It would be some time yet before Etien let them move, but it was so warm inside of her that neither of the elezen men had a single word of complaint.

"So?" Estinien prompts, sighing and nuzzling into Etien's titian curls.

"We are definitely doing this again," Etien purrs, her eyes closing in feline bliss.

Aymeric chuckles. "Yes, my dearest."

#ladyramora writes commissions #commissions #ladyramora writing commissions #steamy spicy smut #aymeric x wol #estinien x wol #aymeric x wol x estinien #aymeric x estinien #established relationship #romance and smut #aymeric de borel #estinien wyrmblood #ffxiv fic #ffxiv shadowbringers spoilers #ffxiv post shadowbringers spoilers #ffxiv shadowbringers 5.4 spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #female wol #Fem WoL #named WoL

[dragons-bones]

Bad Fic Summary Meme

Been tagged by @gunbun and @lunarosewood23! Good little break from grinding my face against the current project.

Tagging @thebmatt, @eremiss, @anomaliewrites, @efrmellifer, @msviolacea, @goblin-alchemist, @blackestnight, @starsandauras, and anyone else who’d like to do this!

--

Lupicide: former despot gets nose broken, local mad scientist nearly has psychotic break. these events are related. imperialism sucks

Pearls of Wisdom: local mad scientist does mad science, her sister makes her boyfriend nearly choke to death on his tea

Retrouvailles: local mad scientist and boyfriend haven’t screwed in a month, have desk sex

Quantum Shenanigans: local mad scientist and local mad scientist’s two mad sciencist not-brothers have brains broken by precocious mad science results

A Drop of Birch: author’s excuse to go on a rant that birch syrup isn’t fucking sweet stop acting like it’s 1:1 with maple

The Color of Home: local mad scientist’s boyfriend is very tired, tries to figure out why local mad scientist looks weird

A Rising Chorus: DANCE PARTY

#meme stuff #dt's writing #obviously just did the one-shots (though not ALL the one-shots)

[yashtola]

After the defeat of the primal Titan, Y'shtola and Sorako take a well deserved break to watch the sunrise at Costa del Sol together.

thanks to @efrmellifer for being y'shtola in this ^^

#crime tool #gpose #ffxiv #wol x npc #wol x y'shtola #lightning lizard

[ink-dreams-ffxiv]

Last Line Meme

Rules: post the last line you wrote from any WIP (and tag the same number of people as there are words).

The man’s wide eyes looked into Kynuh’s, “Gin is in the front yard, my Lance pinned her to the ground, did you do that?”, his voice terrified.

Tagged by @sukijazine​

@neekaxiv​ @wildname​ @yuki-yukichan​ @mai-takeda​ @maiden-born-in-snow​ @zhauric​ @illia-ast​ @windup-dragoon​ @windupcatgirl​ @vylette-elakha​ @smira-asah-xiv​ @lizzy-frizzle​ @kaedenaeuri​ @strayed-from-the-sun​ @straycatte​ @fheylahaken​ @savothesewercat​ @rythasbrenelle​ @kich-rp​ @dardillien-ward​ @draenei-tales​ @elegant-etienne​ @veils-and-hearts​ @efrmellifer​ @violet-amet​ @valiant-flower-xiv​ @meepsthemiqo​ @invidia1988​

#Sahxa Relanah #Fishercatte and Her Knight #Tagged #Last Line Meme

[ysara-and-friends]

Making my own post for it bc only partially related but like efrmellifer’s post about the aggressive max level enemies reminded me

One of the best things about being a ninja was having the ability to sneak around those enemies.

#the sneak ability works on enemies up to 10 levels higher I believe #so if you're 66 and there's an aggressive lvl 70 #just pass by them #even if you're only going half speed bc sneaking it's worth it not dying #and I KNOW it works bc MAAHES #FOR SOME REASON MAAHES ALWAYS GOT IN MY FREAKING WAY #he's a lvl 50 mark but still #stealthing has served me well throughout the entirety of my run as ninja #minus early dungeons #but that's bc it's practically impossible to sneak in a dungeon

[xfeyillumination]

@efrmellifer, here is that scene when you show G'raha his minion version. I regret that I never got to do Crystal Tower with my boyfriend so I don't have the "Call him G'raha Tia" option (I rushed the ending a bit much), but eh. Hindsight is 20/20.

#FFXIV #ffxiv screenshots #shb spoilers #shadowbringer spoilers #crystal exarch #g'raha tia #img.post #ignore the square tags #i couldn't be bothered to remove them this time #also the fucking height difference

[blackestnight]

Happy birthday! I hope it starts a good year (enjoy that cake and decongestant coma XD) -efrmellifer

i sure did enjoy that coma because i didn't see this until just now! thank you etien!!

#ask #efrmellifer

[darthsuki]

Miqo Atsume

Featuring: Etien Mellifer from Siren

Commissioned by @efrmellifer

Commission Info | See more Cattes™

#miqo atsume #miqo atsume art #ffxiv #neko atsume #commissions #sukisart

[wondroustailsofffxiv]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV Winners

A Foreword

When putting together this event, I never imagined that it would be nearly as popular as it was. In total, there were over 250 individual works across 26 entrants; these works ranged from drabbles to full-blown fics, and explored everything from light-hearted friendship antics and domesticity to sweet mutual pining and long-standing romantic relationships.  Hell, there were even several participants who weren’t even on tumblr at all! Nevertheless, you all took on the prompts given to you and created beautiful, dare I say wondrous things to be proud of. 

I learned so much from all of you as both a creator and as a host for events like this--I hope to make this a regular event for the FFXIV fandom, so please keep following this blog for updates on if (when!) the next event will take place.

In the meantime, I have a survey available for those interested in sharing their thoughts about the event and how I can make it better if I host it again in the future!

The Method

Everyone who took part in the event (having at least one written work on their masterlist by its end) was given at least one entry for the raffle. From there, I counted up everyone’s masterlists and gave them numbered entries according to how many lines completed across one or both bingo sheets (if they chose to do a second one). 

As for the picking, I used this tool from the Random Number Generator website to pick the entry numbers, then cross-referenced them to everyone’s entries to get the five winners of the raffle.

The Winners

Each of the winners below will be contacted by me (@darthsuki) and given their list of prizes. They will have 48 hours to respond to the message before another winner will be picked in their place.

@owlespresso

@eliniei

@alamhigyoooo

@efrmellifer

@whitherliliesbloom

Afterward and Survey

Hosting and being apart of Wondrous Tails of FFXIV has taught me a lot, and it became fairly popular despite all of the things that could have kept it irrelevant and obscure. Many people commented in some way or another that it gave them renewed creativity or even fresh motivation for their creations; because of this, I am looking into making this a regular event, either yearly or twice-yearly, depending on what the schedule of months looks like with other large fandom or pan-fandom events.

Some ideas I have for the future include deregulating the bingo sheets a little more and adding other themes besides SFW/NSFW, such as AUs, Crossovers, etc. It quickly became obvious that a lot of people had a lot of great ideas, but were held back or muffled a bit by the way I originally set up the bingo sheets themselves.

But I’m still very much fresh out of the gate, so it will take time before I can start solidifying many of these ideas into better practices for the next WT event.

Because of this, I’m also looking for your help! 

If you participated in the WT event in any way, I would like to know your thoughts on how you think it went, and ways that it could be improved if held again in the future.

#update #notwriting #winner post #wondrous tails of ffxiv #modsukispeaks

[starswornoaths]

Tough Shell/Soft Inside - Serella Arcbane

Tough Shell;

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye-rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes (aesthetically). plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors.

Soft Inside;

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colours.

tagged by: @efrmellifer​ ! Thanks so much, my dear!

tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

#Serella Arcbane #oh heck she's a biiiiiiiiig ol' softie go figure #character asks

[dragons-bones]

First Lines meme

Tagged by@autumnslance

Rules: post the first spoken lines of the main characters (however you define that) of your WIP with no context whatsoever.

“These pauldrons of yours are ridiculous,” she muttered in between kisses.

Aymeric laughed and nipped at her lower lip, then said, “It’s the traditional armor of the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights. I did not precisely have much choice in what armor I could don when I accepted the position.”

This is not the first dialogue exchange in this WIP, but it’s the first currently written.

Tagging: @to-the-voiceless, @eremiss, @efrmellifer, @frostmantle, @raelly-writing, @windup-dragoon, aaaand whoever else would like to give this a go!

#meme stuff

[blackestnight]

23, 25, and 27? -efrmellifer

23. What do they want most in life?

oh boy. ain’t that a question.

so the thing is, hanami left doma (years ago now, and it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long until it does) completely single-minded: she would free doma from garlean rule, or she would die in the attempt. she lived her life with every waking moment dedicated to her warpath. for a long time, she only wanted to view eorzea as a training ground, or a stepping stone. just a way to get back home. then she went and got attached--to the places, but mostly to the people--and they changed her, as attachments do, and by the time she went home she was a very different woman than the one who had left, and home had changed too. and she freed it.

she got what she wanted. now what?

...now she needs to figure out what home really means, these days, and whether it has to be a place or people, and how far she’s willing to go to be there. whether she can have more than one home. and she needs to figure out how thin she can spread her heart before it snaps. so right now, she’d kill for some answers.

25. What is something they think they’re bad at, but are actually pretty competent at?

if we’re talking mundane everyday skills: cooking. she’s not bad, she just doesn’t enjoy it. same thing for academic study--she likes to present herself as this uneducated farm kid-turned-merc who doesn’t have time for the more cerebral pursuits, but she’s very smart and very teachable; it just has to be something that interests her, which usually means it has to be something she can do with her hands. if you say the word “aetherology” she will not listen to whatever words come after, but she loves working with aetherytes and enchanted machinery and has a lot of experience working with both. she won’t learn in a library or a lecture hall: stick her in a workshop and she’ll shine.

for a more meta answer: making friends. “i hate people,” says local lizard, looking very aloof next to her small army of loved ones, with four adopted teenagers clinging to her ankles.

27. Do they have any cool scar stories?

hanami has three kinds of scars. she has:

Plot-Relevant Scars, which are things like her broken horn, or the gash across her stomach from rhalgr’s reach; those are not things she considers cool or fun, and she prefers not to talk about them at all;

Gnarly Scars With Stupid Stories, such as the one up the back of her right thigh, which looks like an incredible battle scar and is actually from the time she fell off her roof while drunk and cut herself on a loose nail;

and Boring Scars With Incredible Origins, like the little pockmark on the inside of her palm from a piece of glass, except the piece of glass came from an imperial gunship that she ripped the windshield off of with her bare hands so that she could kill the pilot inside.

#ask #ask meme #oc: hanami hagane #efrmellifer #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! #Anonymous