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benjimirthursby · 3 years

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"See How They Run. (FFXIV Write Prompt #4 "Baleful." - The Book of Thursby: Scions of Numenor.

“Fate takes a deposit against one’s life. You get the deposit back afterward, or apply it to the next one.” - Katryn Vaunter, “Personal Logs.” The all consuming glow faded. The ground met Bandia’s feet. But the hand pressing on the small of her back remained. As the Aetheryte plaza in Ul’Dah came into full focus she instinctively turned to the right looking for this errand boy of Tatania brought her too, only he wasn’t there. “Madam Sulistian.” her escort said curtly to her left, startling Bandia enough that she jumped in fright. Recovering her indignity cast a baleful glare at the middleman. “Will you please. I have had quite enough of this.” She spat at the man. “Have you now? My heart bleeds. I weep for your inconvenience, and could you demonstrate more tact in speaking aloud than you do your mode of dress. Let us away from here and it’s many eyes and ears.” The man gripped Bandia’s arm with enough force to brook no resistance from Bandia. He lead her out of the Aetheryte plaza and towards the city gate beyond.

As they neared the gate their progress was halted by a caravan from the merchants' district departing under escort. The escort consisted of a pair of riders at the front and others interspersed between wagons, all making open show of the arms the bore. Many of these riders wore patches of a white tree on a black field. Volunteers and militia from the Scions of Numenor. Others displayed the more stylized winged sword and tree icon of the Thursby Company. The courier became agitated as the riders and wagons kept him from the Chocobo porter beyond. Bandia took no pleasure at the sight either. Her rivals had gained greatly as caravans escorted such as this and for her part she could not manage to secure contracts for escorting or the goods being transported. It was maybe the chief reason she had consented to working with the Umberbreakers. “Twinkinrykers.” Bandia muttered. To her surprise the courier nodded and his expression hardened at her saying the name. “Best not forget that either.” The caravan having passed, he continued with Bandia to the porter. “Where are you absconding with me to now?” She asked bitterly. “Noplace thankfully. I am returning to my duties. You however are to return to your business and make ready to assemble the next shipment of Linkpearl sets. I will return with to exchange the companies pearls for our own in a week. Good day miss Sulistian.” With that the courier turned for the porter from whom he rented a Chocobo and he rode away. Bandia considered if she had made a mistake in becoming part of these peoples plotting. But spying the lingering end of the caravan her resentment of her rivals in business was stoked again and she cast those reservations aside and returned to her quarters.

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Thirty miles north of Kugane and by design the caravans from the port split into several sections and rode toward different destinations. Each retained a mounted escort. Pitched attempts to extort the caravans, much less overt attacks, had almost ceased over the past year thanks to the efforts of contract escorts. The largest of the groups from the convoy to Kugane was escorted by the Sons of Numenor. The guards were newer, less seasoned and most felt their purpose had largely been filled when attacks by people had ceased. As such the normal routine of scouts and guards riding on ridgelines had fallen out of practice. Drunken Garleans were the most dangerous thing seen in months and easy to see coming. Sober raiders keeping discipline went unobserved. Such was the case again tonight. A pair of riders concealed themselfs, making careful notes of the composition of the escorts. They would break-off once the convoy reached the village ahead and report to their commander in Kugane. *******

Following dinner, Aubreen forsook the Bokaisen Onsen for the more exclusive, traditional Crystal Spring. A considerable walk beyond Bokaisen, it was still segregated by gender. Private suites afforded couples and the working men and women space for rendezvous. The springs themselves were cultured stone and built decades prior by a retiring warlord. The men and women’s springs each had views of the port miles below. The distance ensured the cliente were not the average sailors and relationships of situational convenience.

For the uninitiated an Onsen could be a condensed and unnerving experience. There were kindred experiences in other regions, and anyone serving in uniform learned to lose modest quickly enough. But the tradition steeped details and freedom from distractions could focus people on their insecurities. This began with bathing in a traditional open room with the female patrons. Katryn was far from a prude by any measure, but she never failed to feel more self conscious as she and Aubreen disrobed and placed their cloths in the small baskets which would sit in the dressing space outside the bathing room.

Women were similarly unclad and using the flow of hot water spigots to bathe before and after entering the hot springs themselves sitting on the small stools around the edge of the room. Aubreen and Katryn occupied two of these and as was common enough between them, washed each others hair. The Crystal Sky provided the customary towels to its patrons. The towels were little more than washcloths in size. Not large enough to fully wrap around a waist much less also cover one’s upper body. Each patron had their own traditions of using these towels according to their sense of modesty. Those senses ranged from preserving some modest with wrapping some of one’s body, to folding the town and placing it on ones head to keep it from falling in the water.

Aubreen and Katryn shared the practice of walking their towels in-hand, rolled. They took their time and selected a quite corner of the least occupied springs in the women’s half. Half or more of the women bathing moments ago had proceeded to couples suites. Only a few women had taken to the other spring pools. Aubreen observed Katryn looking around as they sunk into the water. “Were all of those women leaving? I did not think there were many suites here?” Katryn asked. “Guild women mostly, a few women of independent standing.” Aubreen explained. Katryn looked surprised. “Working women you mean, they have a guild?” she asked. Aubreen nodded. “I do not use the term but yes and there is a guild. They have considerable influence in the merchant and hospitality trade here.” Katryn pondered and shook her head. “I’ve never considered such work in the sense of being business, I couldn’t see myself doing that.” She said. “Of course not.” Aubreen said. “Because you have had a path laid before you since you were born. Mind your thoughts though. When you unjustly judge another's station in life, fate has a habit of booking a ticket to the same place.” she finished. Katryn nodded, her eyes focused on her lover as she spoke. But Aubreen’s eyes were affixed on something on the dark horizon. A great shape was dimly backlit by the crescent moon’s light. The airship was a massive, nonsensical mass in the shadows. “There is our mystery contact from yesterday.” Aubreen said. Katryn rose some in the water and looked out. “He’s not alone” She added. Aubreen stood and walked to the end of the spring pool. Like all of her blood, her sight was manyfold better than Katryn’s. “Gunships. The Garlean variety we have been seeing. Also, four smaller vessels, walker skifts.” Aubreen reported. Katryn could not see the could not see the smaller vessels and so sat back into the water her own eyes fixing on Aubreen as she turned and walked back to her. Intimate activities were expressly not allowed in onsens but she allowed herself the privilege of observation for the moment. Aubreen smirked and sat near her.” “Log and report it tomorrow. Where were we?” She said.

“You are saying we are fated to be what we are?” Katryn asked. Aubreen shook her head. “Sometimes, yes. I think we choose to live. In doing so we make a covenant with the great mystery and its sovereign.” Aubreen said. “So some have purpose but not all?” Katryn asked. Aubreen shrugged. “Some find their purpose, or make it. Others have it thrust upon them. Be it by happenstance or design.”

“So we live more than once?” Katryn asked.

“We can, but do we? That again is a choice. In my races’ tradition it is possible but not obligatory. “ She looked at Katryn inquisitively, wondering what was pressing on her mind to be on about this now. “Your own race does too. Many faces, many names but always them.” Aubreen said.

“By that do you mean Benjimir?” Katryn asked Aubreen.

“It does.” She said.

“Does he know?” Katryn followed-up. “Not that he has demonstrated but I believe he has begun to suspect. He had despaired for years before Haydaelyn. No sense he would have a chance to contribute a chapter to the long Thursby story. That sat ill with him. But Dalamud. And over these past six years he senses his purpose for this life.” Aubreen said.

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Xyncalla approached Wayng Chun’Chunyt.at the ally near her rickshaw. “The tacky woman was taken. Ul’Dah if I had to guess but that is not my department.” She said. In his even and almost expressionless tone Wang nodded and commented. “Too many elements to reconcile. We need a primer to be able to read these tea leafs.” “I was able to learn the entire Onsen was secured for this evening.” Xyncalla reported. “Umberbreaker?” Wayng asked. “Scheer.” She told Wayng. He nodded. “Very well. It would suggest he commands the beast, it is putting into port as we speak.” He paused. “Return to the Onsen. Find favorable means to know whom is there tonight and what business is conducted. I am off to present my card to the Commodore. We may not have chance to meet again for a time.” Wayng ordered. Xyncalla nodded. “At once. Light’s path Wayng.” She said. “See with the Crystal’s eyes my friend.” Wayng said, bowing his head slightly.

******* The rented Chocobo trailed the caravan from Ul’Dah until it reached the first village beyond. Leaving it with the porter he withdrew his own mount from the village stables he resumed following the caravan studying it and the escorts protecting it until satisfied. He turned back for the village and by it’s Aetheryte plaza jaunted to Umberbreaker compound many miles away.

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Wayng sat quietly in the lobby space of the Onsen. As Aubreen and Katryn emerged from the change rooms he stood up and approached the women. With a slight bow he presented a small card with his name to Aubreen. “Well met mister Chu’chunyt. Captain Vaunter of the SNS Andustar.” she said to Wayng. Katryn clicked her boot heels with a smile and bowed. “Your servant captain.” Wayng said. “The beast has returned mister Chu’chunyt.” Aubreen said. “Yes commodore. My observer has made me aware of a gathering of officers and a member of the Umberbreaker clan in Kugane this night.” He reported. “Miss Duskarie?” she asked Wayng. And paused in thought and continued. “I would ask you to have her join us in Tondera Hall, but first may I ask you to have her see what more she can learn of this meeting?” “It has already been so ordered Commodore.” Wayng answered.

“Excellent. We sail for Ul’Dah at dawn, report to me aboard Andustar. We will await you there.” Aubreen said.

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Tatania Umberbreaker favored making her briefs with a certain amount of professional decorum and subty. An onsen bought-out for his officers were neither professional nor proper. If she knew he would not overstep his boundaries given her family name, Fleet Legatus Lucium Scheer was a creature who insisted on the full measure of entitlement his rank afforded him. Her orders were to return the Umberbreaker compound which had the function of ensuring she would not linger. However she did not have time to maneuver around this. Knowing this Scheer had ensured the customary separation of genders in the onsens did not apply as he held court

in the main spring pool with his officers. Tatania strood from the bathing room to the steps of the spring pool without any sign of self consciousness. Scheer and the commanders of the escorts accompanying the airship Ascendancy were already soaking in the pool awaiting her arrival.

The officers managed to suppress crass comments and cat calls but their lingering eyes conveyed their sentiments. “We are graced with your presence Lady Umberbreaker.” Scheer said with a smile. “Can your men breathe under water or do you stand periodically so they may kiss your arse Lucium?” Tatania said and walked into the spring pool to and sunk into the water to mid-chest depth, leaving her towel at the ledge. Tatania ignored the officers entirely and locked eyes with Scheer. She fenced with Scheer, arching her back or rising in the water daring him to shift his focus. Above them in an ornamental balcony feature, concealed by shadow and the night, Xyncalla looked listened intently the next two hours as Tatania and Scheer traded crass barbs between discussing dispatches and orders for the Ascendancy. She found it excellent theater.

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Some forty miles outside of Kugane the largest of the caravans escorted by the Scions of Numenor reached its destination. A small village, hit hard by the actions of the off duty Garlean troops from the consulate guard in Kugane. Merchants had only begun to restock their wares, trusting in the Scions to protect their orders. The eldars saw to the distribution of food stuffs sent gratis by the Thursby Company. The escorts remained mounted, circulating up and down the wagons. This had the effect of keeping off-duty Garlean troopers from nearing the caravan save for two whom newly arrived were sauntering toward a wagon when the hands of their sargent gripped their shoulders. A stern look and shake of his head sent them back to the pub entrance where several others chastised them as they approach, making off-handed gestures to the Chocobos and their riders.

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“Wayng is not a veteran of uniformed service and has not led a naval battle before. However his analytical prowess is extraordinary. “ Aubreen said to Katryn as she drew a large finely crafted wooden box from her sea chest. “He is to be commissioned then?” Katryn asked carrying the courier envelope to the chart table. “Yes,” she replied, taking the envelope and placing it atop of the box. “He has several bright prospects that could serve us well at need and Benjimir is adamant that we improve our intelligence stance.” A knock on the stateroom door concluded their discussion. Answering the knocks Katryn opened the door and welcomed Wayng Chun’nyte into the quarters.

“Good day captain,” said as he stepped in. Bowing his head he greeted Aubreen. “Commodore T’Subaki. Reporting as ordered.”

“Enter, welcome aboard the Andustar. Tea?” Aubreen offered as Wayng joined her at the chart table.

“Please. “ He answered.

Katryn stepped to the serving table near the main chart table. “Sugar?” she asked

“Yes, one lump please.”

Handing Wayng his tea Katryn joined them at the chart table.

“Xyncalla has resumed observations in Kugane, she will report as she learns more about the Garlean.” “Very well. It is well you are able to join us for this crossing to Ul’Dah there is work to be done.”

“Orders?” Wayng asked. Aubreen gestured to the box and courier envelope.

“Take these dispatches and report to Admiral Thursby at Tondera Hall. For yourself, take these. This is my personal set of wargaming pieces and such.” Wayng seemed surprised. He took a moment to open the hinged lid to the box and viewed the contents. Placing his open hand over his chest he bowed his head. “You honor me with this.” Wayng said. “You may thank me by making good use of them. From among your dispatches you will have returned to you scenarios which I want you to begin to work through. Report your results to the admiral, he will review them and complete your training as we have discussed.”

“By your command.”

Katryn flared her brow but chooses to discount the comment. “Anything further commodore?” Wayng asked. “Not at this time, we will speak further during the crossing.” Aubreen replied.

“I will take my leave of you then ma’am.” He said and bowed his head to Katryn. “Excellent tea.”

“Good journey Wayng.”

“Safe journey commodore. Good night.” Wayng bowed slightly and carried the box and dispatches to his quarters.

Katryn replaced the tea cups for the cabin steward to take from the serving cart.

“You will not be training him further?” She asked Aubreen. “Not directly, I am aligned with Benjimir in that we need to build our own domestic source of skilled war and strategic planners. Wayng is part of that plan.” Aubreen replied.

Aubreen sensed the uncertainty in Katryn, another rising star within the chain of command might cause that. “Peace my dear. As we spoke of today. Yours is a different path and true to only you. Let us make ours for tonight to bed.” Aubreen kissed Katryn and led her to their quarters.

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Aubreen’s personal journal would later reflect that she fell into a deep sleep that night. In the early watches aboard Andustar her mind was filled with a dream. As her vision began she found herself walking down a green slope below a great hall of white stone. The grass was cool on her feet and moist with morning dew. The hall seemed to stretch beyond the horizon to the north and south.

The slope led her through trees and down into a morning haze until the great hall seemed to loom above her as if set on a cloud. Finally she came through the mists to the edge of a narrow stream. Beyond and high above the fog on the opposite bank was a hall of very great size but entirely different form. On the opposing bank a shadow grew in the fog. Slowly it emerged from the vail. The form was of a woman, dark long hair, limp in posture and head seemingly looking about. The face was yet undefined in Aubreen’s vision and if she thought she felt she recognized it, clearly it knew her. As form came free of the fog it’s shoulder stiffened and head rose at once. A hand rose, palm extended. It began to wave as the vision ended.

Aubreen rose in bed. Choosing not to disturb Katryn beside her, she drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. A gentle, contented smile formed on her lips, but also a slight tear in her eye. The dreams were visions of peace and beauty. However with the beauty came sadness. It meant her gift of foresight had returned.

******* https://archiveofourown.org/works/24865591

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winddragonart · 3 years

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Prompt #14: Hope Among Forgotten Tomes

Somewhere in the Great Gubal Library, Wren was screaming.

The dragon had holed herself up in the library the moment she got word of Thancred’s mysterious “illness”. Her frustration, anger, and pure panic kept rising as she learned of Urianger, Y'shtola, and the twins falling to this “illness”.

K’ome had tried to explain what happened during each ‘attack’, but even then it didn’t help much.

In all her long life, Wren had never heard of anything like this happening, and as far as she could tell, no one else has. But she had barely scratched the surface of the library, so she still had some hope.

Then Tataru contacted her, telling her K’ome was gone.

Not like the others, who slept, but physically no longer on the star.

The only thing keeping Wren from full on panic mode was the comment Tataru had said before the call ended. “She’s gone to find the others. She’ll bring them back. I believe her.”

Even with that, Wren continued to scour the seemingly endless library for any info that could help K’ome and the other Scions. But after days of nothing, she was starting to loose hope. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded by open books, her two carbuncles pressed against her, as she roared out into the silence.

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hiromaniac · 4 years

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Prompt #8: Free Day

A soft smile graced his face on his trip home. It had been wider earlier when the father of one of his charges had mistaken him for the love of his daughter’s life right in front of the man she actually loved. The resulting scene left everyone laughing at the young man’s reaction. Having straightened out the misunderstanding, he bid his lovebird charges to go train off somewhere on their own and took his leave to go home for the day.

He approached his house in the Goblet, tucked away against a larger stairwell with no neighbors to speak of. At least not since they moved to the Far East. He hadn’t seen his new neighbor once in the turns since they had moved in. Climbing the few steps to his yard, he took a brief moment to look over his house. It was dark, inside and out, only illuminated by the soft green glow of the bioluminescent coral posts he had purchased from an amicable Sahagin.

He produced a keyring from his sleeve and flipped through them until he found the key that would unlock the door to his house within. As he gently closed the door behind him, the soft grin dropped. He took a brief look around the kitchen. The room was dark with only the hints of the Sahagin lamps outside for light, but that didn’t really mean much to him. Not bothering to light the lamp on the table, he made his way downstairs, hanging his axe on a rack alongside the rest of his weapons. He wasn’t confident with the weapon and was glad to be done with it for now.

Returning to the main room in the basement, he hung his coat on a hook and approached the large aquarium that occupied nearly a quarter of the wall. The aquarium, and by extension the rest of the room, was lit by smaller versions of the posts outside casting what now seemed like a sickly green glow throughout the room. Climbing up the side of the aquarium, he dropped some feed inside for the tropical fish that lazily wandered their limited world. He climbed down and took a seat on the floor only a few fulms away from the glass. As he stared off into the aquarium, his mind wandered to the lovebird adventurers from earlier that day.

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conjuringcoeurls · 4 years

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Paternal

Oh so this prompt... I decided to only do nsfw/nsfw-ish works the last week of this challenge, so I had to improvise a bit, but this pairing did suit it nicely in the end. Lex belongs to the lovely cres (on twitter) whom I am deeply grateful for loaning me this absolute bastard of a man to pound Rye into the mattress this time.

Content: m/nb smut, Rye’s pronouns are they/them but I use anatomical terminology for certain appendages.

Also daddy issues. Slightly. But the prompt was paternal after all.

They didn’t know how they ended up like this, but they knew there was no regret to be had about the situation. It was good they both made it to bed though, since their back would thank them later, Rye thought as the kisses increased in ferocity, hands already traveling underneath their shirt as Lex tried to get them naked as soon as physically possible. The attention made Rye swoon, their own hands busy tugging at some buckle or another in their own best attempt at keeping up, though they were already at a disadvantage due to their own rather light clothing. The jewelry stayed on during sex so they really only had three or four pieces on that would have to be removed while their partner was in a clear advantage.

It annoyed them of course, but there was something hot about the fact Lex looked amazing in uniform. Actually, it was really hot. If Lex knew how much it got them going, he would probably use that for his advantage, more than he was using it now even. They felt the sting of a nip at their throat, a sign they got distracted enough this time and had to concentrate on him more, a demand they willingly complied with. A kiss as their reward accompanied the rush of cool air on their skin as the last article of clothing was removed with practiced swiftness, leaving them exposed to the elements and Lex’s gaze.

The appreciating noise their lover made almost had Rye whining for more than just a look, but they barely contained themselves, instead arching up to wrap their arms around strong shoulders with a begging look. One they knew would at least somewhat affect their stern lover, would get his approval.

From the way Lex’s hands tightened around their waist, lifting them up to press them closer, it worked quite well and Rye moaned in return, letting him know that they too felt the urgency Lex had displayed and that he would better hurry the fuck up without saying so. They knew that voicing their thoughts would only make the opposite come true and they both had to wait which would drive them crazy.

An approving look made Rye shiver and press themselves even closer, moving one arm down to unbuckle at least the pants since they were getting nowhere with the uniform as a whole. Lex chuckled, helping their trembling hands with his own, steadier ones, easily achieving what Rye struggled with. Taking his cock in their hands, they both let out a hiss of pleasure, Rye leaning up with the clear invitation to kiss. It was granted and they closed their eyes in bliss as Lex tipped them on their back, angling their legs over his arms for better access as he pushed closer, just so Rye could feel his cock against their skin.

Getting bold, they reached up to hold Lex’s mouth in its proper place on their own while their other hand tried to reach for the small bottle of oil they knew was close but oh so far. Lex chuckled once more, obediently staying where he was and once more aiding Rye in their endeavor, taking care of himself before probing at their entrance. Impatiently, they could not do anything about their situation but take the teasing for what it was, letting Lex test their patience with the knowledge their lover would soon lose his.

When it finally expired and they felt the digit enter, coating their walls with oil, they moaned loudly into their still connected mouths, finally letting go of Lex as the sensations became too much and they had to compromise. Feeling rather than hearing the deep chuckle next to their ear was the only warning before something bigger and hotter replaced the finger, Lex’s cock as good as they remembered it. The sound they made would have been embarrassing in any other situation but by now they were feeling too good to care.

Taking no time to let them adjust, Lex started moving, his sounds of pleasure drowned out by Rye’s own. It simply felt divine, the thrusts timed just right, the hands holding their hips strong enough to lift them up and angling them so Lex could hit home deeper, better. Rye could only hold on, letting him do as he pleased, which coincidentally was what they wanted as well, feeling him close, the pressure of his cock inside, thrusting into them. They didn’t realize they had dug their nails into strong shoulders, but it only served to fuel Lex on more, his thrusts becoming harder even, hitting Rye just right.

When they were close to begging, he took pity on them, already knowing just by looking how desperate they were getting. Lex freed one arm from Rye’s legs, grinning as the limb instantly wrapped around his hips to keep him going as he took Rye’s own cock in his hands, timing his thrusts in tandem with his strokes. It only took a few before Rye released his pleasure, shaking with the force of it, their eyes closed in bliss.

Lex took his time then, taking every second to keep on going as he wanted, Rye almost boneless in his arms. They moaned, still clinging close, aching to feel him closer even if that were possible. When he rode out his orgasm himself, Lex took the opportunity to once again kiss Rye, the intensity of it shaking them both to their cores.

After he pulled out, Lex righted his clothes, cleaning himself up while Rye took to hogging the covers of the bed, wrapping themselves up in a neat cocoon.

“How are you feeling?” Lex’s deep voice had eyes peek out of their hiding place, a frown marring the pretty face. He scooted closer, putting one calming hand on their head, a finger snagging a strand of their hair to play with it.

“About my father you mean?” They had met him again, in the hallway. The man had not even bothered to nod at them, although he had given every form of respect Lex had been due. But he had ignored Rye, his own blood, as if they were a disgrace. Probably they were, in his eyes. They could have been an heir worthy of taking their father’s place, instead they became what seemed to everyone to be the plaything of a tribunus, merely a distraction for a man who had better things to do than fuck a younger lover into tomorrow.

“No,” said tribunus replied, “Forget that man. Are you tired?” The care in his voice, not audible superficially but Rye knew it was there, let them sniffle, suddenly closer to tears than they were comfortable with. Straightening themselves, letting the covers fall a bit and steeling their expression, they shook their head.

“Not at all. Let’s do it again.” Lex’s laughter was heard through the hallways.

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astraladvent · 4 years

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Prompt #8 - Clamor

((cw: blood))

The chrysalis was warm, pleasantly so. It almost didn’t want to leave -- yet in order to escape the prison man had so painstakingly constructed for it, leaving the comfortable warmth was a necessity. Perhaps outside it would be warmer, more pleasant. There was a light pressure upon the fleshy wrap that surrounded it; muffled sounds, wild aether cast about like spilled wheat. A feast, if anything. It could feel its host dwindle in number -- that wild aether the result of fevered battle. There was no time to waste.

The flesh tore, and a great deluge of red spilled forth onto the already blood-slicked stone road. The clamor of battle rose from a muffle to a roar, and red light burned down from a damned sky. The scattered aether was delicious, and it instantly partook of it without shame or hesitation. Who would deny such a feast? Unlike the traces it had sipped on during its long stay in its pupal stages, however, this aether would not influence its form. Not like the Hellsguard who dared to command it had. Not like the Hyur who had dared to touch its mind had. Not like the hyur it had supped so greedily on had. Not like the Miqo’te who sought to play its master had. Not like the Miqo’te who had touched its essence had.

It was grateful to them all, for without them, it would not have perceived how to make its flesh -- flesh that stood in the middle of the road, soaked in red and still draining above the slick remains of its own womb. It stood tall and powerful as a Hellsguard in stature, strapping and muscular with skin like red clay. Granted, its skin was not quite visible under the coating of dripping blood. The Hellsguard’s influence ended just at the end of its thick neck, upon which a hyur’s head was awkwardly perched. It was a worn, midlander sort, smoothened by a red film. Thick crimson dripped from what would have been a blond beard. Large, bright blue eyes peered about, eyes that seemed a bit ill-fitted to the head’s bone structure, and perhaps just a tad too large for its face. The mouth was of a similar, oddly placed quality, a tad too small, with the definite and subtle placings of a Miqo’te. Even more curious were the hair and ears -- the hair was brown, in comparison to the blond beard, and from them pricked up a pair of Miqo’te ears that didn’t seem to have cared that there were already a pair of hyuran ears on the sides of its head.

There it stood, an agglomeration of those who had recently touched it, a macabre tribute to the contributions of those who would see it free. A monument; a memorial. Ever would their image live on in it, for the time had come for their flesh to pass. It did not draw breath, for its lungs were full of blood. It did not hunger, for its belly was heavy and sloshing, and the aether around it provided much. It did not lust, what was placed between its legs was of no consequence. It did, however, wish to kill -- and as its malice extended to connect to every heart and brain around it, its bloody dirge spelled itself out in a circle of glowing symbols at its feet. To the eye of anyone who knew, the symbols were spelled out clearly.

Racing hearts feed rushing minds, and from such heavy bounty I sup.

Every heart around it thundered, every mind around it buzzed. These...adventurers, these mortals -- they would pay the final toll.

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eremiss · 4 years

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Bargaining

(from Bargaining from the 2019 Write FFXIV Challenge)

Despite his refined appearance —if she didn’t know him she would have thought him a highborn— Thancred still had his roguish charms, and he was presently directing them all towards attempting to talk Gwen into a dance.

Even though he very well knew…

“I don’t care for dancing,” Gwen reminded him with a frown, her stomach eating away at her patience in absence of food.

He reached out to brush away one of the curls that had been left free from the updo the Fortemps’ maids had spent most of a bell on, his fingers ghosting along her neck.

Thancred’s hand lingered, one corner of his mouth tugging up into a lopsided smile. “So I’ve heard. But I rather hoped you might make an exception.”

All credit goes to the amazing @raenef!! They’re wonderful and super chill, and they do wonderful work! :D They even got my dress and hair mod <3

I love these so much!! The interactions, the expressions, the suit, just all of it is so good!! *chefs kiss* :D

I have more from a different set to upload and I’ll get to that soon...ish :B

#Thancred Waters #Guinevere Ashe #Screenshots #ffxivwrite2019 #ThancredxWoL #They look so good!!!!#Apparently this is in the Gubal Library #because you can't actually get INTO anywhere in Ishgard for screenshots??#Squeenix plz #Commission #apparently this is the Weaver's Swallowtail Coat #Gwencred #Gwen is not having any of his shit RN lol #She's Hangry #Because she REFUSES to eat or drink while wearing this dress #For fear of spilling something on it and ruining it

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goddessofmagicxiv · 4 years

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VOIDSENT INVESTIGATION PATROL: SEASON ONE

....is the name i’ve given to this chuck of stories, written as a part of ffxivWrite2019. i’ve compiled everything i’ve done so far into this nice table of contents, for anyone who wants to check it out all at once.

#1: voracious - a banquet.

#2: bargain - a deal.

#3: lost - a wrong turn.

#4: shifting blame - a mistake.

#5: vault - a solo mission.

#6: first steps - an origin story.

#7: forgiven - a misunderstanding.

#9: hesitate - a diplomatic mission.

#10: foster - an unpaid internship.

#11: snuff - an interrogation.

#12: fingers crossed - a debriefing.

#13: wax - a letter.

#14: scour - a men in black reference.

#16: jitter - a campfire chat.

#17: obeisant - a sleeper agent.

#18: wilt - a wanderer.

#19: radiant - a progress report.

#20: bisect - a message.

#21: crunch - a return.

#23: parched - an awakening.

#24: unctuous - a half-truth.

#25: trust - a reunion.

#26: slosh - a hang sesh.

#27: palaver - a chaperone.

#28: attune - a plan.

#30: darkness - a confrontation.

with 2020 coming up, I needed a refresher! so maybe other people might like to check it out too!

#FFxivWrite2019 #ffxiv rp #ffxiv #yuza jones

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karoiseka · 4 years

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Attune

Last one of the prompts I did, just finished it up at... (omg 3am). Idea for this has been kicking around for a while, but here it is. #28