#samilen drabble

[heroesofhydaelyn]

Tail kink. That is all.

It’s common knowledge that some miqo’te tails are sensitive, or at least as common as such information can get--it’s the sort of information spread in rumors and jokes, perhaps even the overly-earnest tossing of conversation from a tavern customer with one too many ales in their belly.

Still, it’s an interesting bit of information to know. 

It’s not true for all miqo’te of course, but common enough that it’s worth considering, especially if one’s lover was in fact a miqo’te themselves. Something to think about in moments of intimacy. To test in secret, if only to see if one’s partner reveals such a sensitivity through a moaned name or whispered plea.

Luckily for you, Samilen is not a quiet lover. For as much as he lacks for a voice in day-to-day conversation, he seems more than comfortable in making noise during lovemaking--though the most cohesive word you’ve managed to get out of him is little more than your name and some one-worded pleads. It may not be very much, but you know it to be evidence of great trust--if anything, knowing that you alone are able to hear his voice often leaves a sense of pride and importance in your heart.

But such information comes back to importance with miqo’te tails and their apparent sensitive nature--because if there was ever a doubt in your mind that it holds truth to your keeper partner, then his reaction to something as simple as stroking your hand down the length of his tail would certainly dispel it immediately.

He shivers at but a simple touch, an otherwise innocent act that often leaves him flustered and shy, tail thrashing about behind him as if unsure whether to ask you to do it again or not at all.

He seems to like it when you stroke down the full length, able to smooth your hand from base to tip, feeling it wriggle in your grip as Samilen is often forced to otherwise hide his reaction behind a cough or a turn of his face to hide the dark hues coloring his cheeks. 

Sometimes the sensitivity is so strong that but the idle playing of your fingers against the soft fur of his tail is enough to warrant reaction, though it often comes in tandem with other queues of affection that you’re yet not sure how deep such sensitivity lay. Further research is required, though Samilen hasn’t given you reason to stop.

The most satisfying reactions are when the two of you are alone, when there’s no worry of prying eyes and curious gazes on the business of but two young lovers and their matters of intimacy between one another. Oh, the look of pleasure that pulls over his lips and brows when you stroke his tail--one might mistake the expression of that for something else. 

If ever in just the right position, he may even press his hips back against your hand, as if wordlessly yearning for you to continue, to stroke down his tail over and over until he’s hot and needy and begging for your hand elsewhere on his body. If you rub your fingers just right around the base, you may even find him arching his back and whispering your name in hushed, fervent need.

Sometimes his reactions are so strong, you’ve genuinely mistaken him for being suddenly tossed into his seasonal heats.

#drabble #samilen drabble #tail kink #ffxiv #*eyes emoji* #like for real this boy has a tail kink #play with his tail and you'll get him real rowdy #fic #seelezeit

[darthsuki]

For Sami: Night just doesn’t happen anymore. It’s been nearly a month and the sky is bright no matter the hour of the day, strange monsters have appeared everywhere and you’ve heard about entire continents being swallowed by a huge wave of light. What do you do?

When the world turns bright and the sun never fades in the day, Samilen isn’t quite sure what to make of it. At first he simply thinks he’s finally snapped from isolation or lost complete track of a sense of time - but quickly enough, his worries are proven true. Day is everlasting, and the possible reasons behind it are nearly as plentiful as the rumors that circulates Gridania.

From one quivering tongue to the next, he hears stories of light washing away entire countries and continents; some people are saying that some of the Black Shroud was even caught in it to the farthest regions, which seemed so strange that it was nearly impossible for Samilen to wrap his thoughts around it.

It didn’t take long for the monsters to show up after. These strange, deformed creatures, things that looked pale and ghastly, unlike any natural creatures that even a seasoned fighter would have come across in his entire lifetime. Their presence comes with the weight of the entire Black Shroud pressing down onto Samilen's shoulders, leaving it hard to fend off the couple that near his home each and every day -- as if the concept of 'day' and 'night' even meant anything, given that the sky shines all too bright at every hour without mercy.

He lasts for the first few weeks, but eventually a lack of supplies and willpower alike leaves him taking refuge with the closest center of other people. Quarrymill is not the most defended or populated of settlements, but he finds it more comfortable to bump shoulders with another person rather than the multitudes of merciless beasts of light that prowl every corner of the forest.

And weeks turn into months, which turn into years.

Eventually, Samilen's memories of what even the night sky looked like become as washed-out and faded white as the expanding heavens above his head. Concepts like shadow and darkness, once things of fear, quickly entwine into the bountiful number of stories that people share with one another -- adventurer to refugee, farmer to craftsman, person to person.

And within it all, Samilen simply does his best to make it to each new day, hope well within his heart that he might see the beauty of the night sky again.

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#drabble #writing #prompt #ffxiv #samilen jawantal #samilen #ask prompt #ffxiv prompt #msq prompt

[shielded-from-sight]

♥ For that good good boy (Samilen)

Send ♥ For A Drabble Of My Muse’s Thoughts As They Wake Up Beside Yours

This....wasn’t his bed.Waking up in a strange place caused a flurry of emotion in him. Anxiety, worry, distress -

And then there was a gentle sigh beside him. A weight on his hip. Something lodged between his legs and curled around one. 

He took stock of his surroundings. A head tucked under his chin, face buried against his neck. It felt like....smelled like.... oh. He closed his eyes and lifted a hand, stroking over Samilen’s head. The keeper made a purring sound as he was pet. Fingers brushed gently through fine silvery hair.

The window was open, and Chai tried to listen to see what time it was. Too early to get up? Hopefully. For now he would just enjoy a lazy morning with a lounging lover.

@samilenjawantal

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Prompt #3: Lost

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Lost | adjective

1. unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts. 2. denoting something that has been taken away or cannot be recovered.

Featuring @samilenjawantal

Note: Though you don't need to read it, this is written in the same continuity as this fic with the reader and Samilen!

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It’s hard not to feel turned around within the thick forest of the Black Shroud. It seems that no matter how familiar you feel you are with the various regions and endless blanket of trees and underbrush, you never quite catch the subtle details needed to have an idea of where you are at any given time. 

In short, getting lost is one of your better skills--if anyone could even call it that. Though hardly purposed you do seem to have a knack for finding yourself in confusing places you can barely guide yourself out of, often requiring no shortage of time, sanity or the aid of others to get you out. 

Thank the gods for Samilen.

You’re not quiet sure yet how long the man has lived within Gridania (it’s a detail you haven’t felt comfortable enough yet to breach), but it’s obvious that the Keeper knows it more than enough to navigate the thick forest with hardly the help of a map. 

While there are many times that he seems nearly to forget that you’re accompanying him on his many botany tasks across the Black Shroud, there’s never been an instance where the two you you had been separated, or at least not in a manner that Samilen hadn’t distinctly told you to stay put for some reason or another--he’s proven to be quite the worrier for most things he thinks you can’t handle, though he did caution correctly about not letting you handle what turned out to be a mildly poisonous flower some suns back.

So suffice to say when you finally do find yourself turned around and utterly alone in the narrow space between several old, thick trees, it comes as quite the shock. You had just seen the Miqo’te a few minutes before--the two of you were following a well-traveled path in the eastern region before your botanical quarry required a little straying, and that had been your undong. In a brief moment of curiosity you had taken your eyes off of his back, just for a singular moment, and suddenly he wasn't there anymore.

The natural noises of the forest seem to covered up any directional indication of where he might be. Left alone and growing fearful, all you can do is stand still and let your mind run with worry--did he wander off without you? What happens if he doesn't find you?

A few minutes past with a similar lack of directional awareness and the fearful thoughts only grow more thick with panic. It seeps into your bones and mind like a cold rain. For a moment the thought crosses that perhaps you could turn around and try to find your way back towards the path, since you might be able to reach town from there and merely wait for Samilen to return--

But even the way back is confusing. The Black Shroud is too mazelike for such simple things, too twisted with greenery and half-forgotten paths that cross over one another; you fear getting even more lost if you try to meander your way back, thereby making it all the harder for your partner to find you. So in turn you're left to stand and hope and wait, trying not to think about how all the little details of the peaceful environment start to feel a tad less peaceful and a little more leering.

At least it's not dark yet--thats the only thing you fear more than getting lost within the ephemeral thickets of the Black Shroud; it didn't get it's name for nothing, you figure, as the blanket of nightfall leaves the forest almost impossible to navigate. Perhaps it's why Samilen so often chooses to take you with him on excursions that are best done during the light of the day--not for his own benefit, but simply to make sure you don't lose your way or find yourself in such a precarious situation.

You're able to find a comfortable spot to sit at least. The exposed, flat part of a tree root proves to be such a spot, leaving you to wait and listen to the soft noises of the forest (of which there are plenty). You've been a partner to the Keeper botanist for several weeks, and he had kept well to the promise of paying you for your aid though you sometimes wondered what manner of aid he pays you for--you're hardly trained in the same field and scarcely know any of the plants in the region. Sometimes you play the part of translator for clients who can't understand his handspeak, and that's fairly worthwhile a duty, but other times...

Well, he pays you for your companionship regardless, and he does pay you quite well. Perhaps it's a situation you're never quite ready or allowed to understand; it's not like you particularly loath the man's company either--he's proven to be a wonderful friend and employer both, even if he so often leaves you wondering quite where you fit, as protective of you as he often is in your standing as an immigrant to Eorzea's lands.

There's a sudden snap of a branch. It's loud and sharp, pulling you out of your thoughts as if ice water had been dumped over your head. Breath catches over your lips as you find yourself upon your feet, body tense and mind rolling over thoughts of panic and dread for what attentions you might have accidentally caught from the inner-city thicket of the forest.

Sprites and bugs are the least you need to worry about. Though unfamiliar with the geography of the East Shroud, you are quite understanding of the creatures that prowl within. Hogs and weevils may be of the many that would give chase, but there is also the constant concern of running into a poacher so especially far from the closest large settlement.

In fact, when you pick out the sound of footsteps, that's the first conclusion your mind clutches to. You've heard about the poachers--aggressive felons who try to hunt the protected game of the forest without a single care to the laws that Gridania and the Twin Adders strictly impose. From how Samilen and others have spoken of them, you're certain that one would sooner use you as a hostage than simply leave you be.

You have little more than a small hatchet that Samilen gave you as a weapon, but you weild it as one all the same; the wooden handle is held so tight against your palms that it almost hurts. The footsteps grow closer and more obviously hyuroid; two feet, pushing through the underbrush in what seems to be a hurry. Fast, faster, closer with every thump of your heart against your chest.

The breath goes cold in your chest when the form finally breaks through the underbrush. A Miqo'te, short, with snow-white hair and dark skin and-

"S-Samilen?"

The name falls from your lips with no shortage of relief in the sound. It's little more than a sigh than else, an echo of the emotion that tangles and kills off each worry and inkling of panic that had settled deep in your thoughts just a few minutes before.

Samilen looks how you feel, and that surprises you more than his appearence relieves you--he looks as equally panicked, golden eyes drawing upon you in a heartbeat and his footsteps hurrying close to you.

'I thought I lost you,' he signs with small, slightly quickened motions. 'Are you alright?'

Though it's now there anymore, you're almost certain in catching the faint imprint of what had been worry pinching between his brows. You know it mostly because the emotion is still in his eyes, shining bright with gold and concern in a way you know he can't hide, and likely doesn't realize he's wearing so clearly. Always the earnest man in word, work and emotion.

"I'm okay," you assure him as much as yourself. "Just lost sight of you is all--you know how easy it is for me to get turned around in some part of the forest."

Though the words are more of a cut to your lacking directional awareness and less so to his attention, Samilen looks worried all the same.

'I promise you'll start to get familiar with it,' he signs again, gentler, his hands spending more time on the words and his ears gently flicking almost with all the same emotional queue as his tail behind him. 'Keep closer to me so you don't get lost again, okay?'

It's obviously something that worries him. You've never really stopped to ask why he stresses so much about the risk, almost to the point of excess, but something tells you that it's an issue far deeper than you merely getting lost. Something that might take a while to understand.

There's a lot to Samilen that you're yet to understand anyway.

You agree to his silent request with a nod.

"I promise I will."

He waits a moment. His eyes flick down to your hips, then back up to your eyes again--its the sortoff look when he was pondering on something. After the Keeper lets out a sigh and seems to come to a decision on his thoughts, he finally extends a hand out to you.

To take in yours.

He doesn't need to form the words with his hands for the message to be clear. Though it catches you by surprise, it doesn't stop your hand from reaching for his in kind. Your fingers intertwine and palms press warm against one another.

Samilen's cheeks look a little darker and his eyes softly avert from yours, but it's so quick that it's hard to catch before he's moving into the thicket, but this time with you gently in tow behind him.

Even in the days after, even when you finally learn some parts of the forest, even when you feel comfortable in its gentle maze of trees and foliage, he still likes to hold your hand.

To keep you from getting lost, of course.

No other reason.

#FFxivWrite2019 #writing #drabble #samilen #samilen drabble #sfw drabble #sfw #submitted form #ffxivwrite

[heroesofhydaelyn]

Miqo Sami meets Kitten Sami?

"This is Sami."

Your words earn only a blink from confused golden eyes, staring at the subject of your surprise, which curls up contentedly in your arms.

The Keeper looks at the cat for a few moments longer before he slowly signs, 'But I'm Sami.'

"No no, you're Samilen-" you gesture towards the Miqo'te as best as you can with your arms being occupied. "-and this little one is Sami!"

The cat barely stairs in your arms, merely turning his round little head towards the man he earned his name from. Little green eyes meet with gold, leaving Samilen (the large one) with no shortage of visible confusion.

"I found him!" you finally say, as if that would at all help through the awkwardness of the introduction. "He was lost and lonely out in the twelveswoods-- I couldn't leave him all alone."

'But you named him after me?'

Samilen eyes you warily, finally emphasizing his nonverbal words by pressing his hands to his hips, mouth pursed and ears twitching. The smaller Samilen--the one in your arms--lets out a little noise.

You console the cat for a moment, brushing a hand over the top of his head before looking back at Samilen.

"Doesn't he look like you? Grey and white, really cute? I figured the name was perfect for him."

Though it takes a breath before the keeper is able to parse through the non-hidden compliment in the words, he still makes the motion to cross his arms firmly, cheeks dark but expression no less serious than otherwise.

The cat makes another noise before wiggling out of your arms. When it falls to your feet, the small Sami quickly steps over to the larger of the name, rubbing both face and body against the side of Samilen's leg. It does this for a little while before you see the weak damn of denial break within the keeper's chest.

He sighs, arms falling enough so that he can sign a few words of defeat.

'Can't we name him anything else? Like Patches?'

"Of course we can't! He already has a name and it's hardly right to change it."

Though you see Samilen roll his eyes at the logic, it doesn't stop a gentle smile from creeping over his lips. He kneels down and eventually reaches out to pet the cat, which starts to purr loud enough that even you can hear it.

"Aww, and he likes you too!"

#fic #samilen fic #drabble

[darthsuki]

Just those claw gauntlets on my skin in general, I want him to trail them oh so lightly against my skin and neck, holding so power over me, I'll be a cat/miqo in his lap. God this is gonna be the stuff for wet dreams, I'm so weak, i'm gonna die from thirsty for all of this

Lightwarden Silence | Lightwarden AU

He does not speak to you, though that in itself is almost a lie. Almost, in the sense at least that you have never heard the creature’s audible voice–or at least you don’t think you have.

You…aren’t sure if you’ve actually heard anything, not when you’re always so physically close to him.

It all runs together after a while, sound and thought, the echo of a low purr almost constant inside of your mind that almost feels as delightful as the caress of metal against your skin. You can’t quite recall how long it’s been since you’ve last saw another person let alone heard their voice on the air–after so long, it wouldn’t have even surprised you if you had gone deaf long ago, the world somehow unchanged in your time with a creature who but sucks all the sound from the air and leaving only what he wants you to hear.

His voice, always, a heavy presence deep in your thoughts. Rumbling, cooing, powerful in ways you can hardly comprehend.

Are you happy?

The words simply exist in your mind, and gently does that presence push against your own. Your head turns in response, cradled gently against a cool palm as a sharp claw traces idly over your cheek.

“Yes,” you murmur, and it is truly the only sound you hear–the only sound that he allows to exist within his influence. Your voice. Your heartbeat. “I’m…very happy right now.”

I am pleased, my little mortal.

There is a genuine satisfaction in the creature’s soundless words, one that trickles into your own thoughts and feelings like a warm rain. Upon the creature’s lap, the world seems so small and insignificant–there is so little to worry for when he is there, protecting you from everything and anything that would harm you.

A moment passes, and you feel the careful caress of claws move down your face, jaw, throat–you can feel how easily it would be for the metal to pierce your skin, to draw blood, but the creature is unendingly gentle with you.

It has been long since I’ve last heard you sing for me, the creature all but coos, touch trailing down the front of your body, past your chest and belly and to places you can but shiver thinking about-

The only times you’ve ever seen him remove the mask upon his face, always hiding his mouth from view.

Open your legs for me, little one.

You can hear the gentle noise of metal coming undone from somewhere above your head, your thighs already parting in what’s become an almost-instinctual response to the noise.

I will sate my thirst, and you will yet sing for me again.

#lightwarden au #samilen #silence #lightwarden au silence #lightwarden au samilen #lemon #drabble #can someone be thirsty for their own oc? because fuck if i am this boy just writing HIMSELF #Anonymous #lightwarden au fic

[heroesofhydaelyn]

♥

send ♥ for a drabble of my muse’s thoughts as they wake up beside yours

When Samilen’s eyes open, he expects to see light filtering in from the window. He expect to feel heavy with the aether coursing through his veins and seeping deep into his soul. He expects the sensation of dread and misery to immediately wash over his thoughts, as his mind but distantly recalls how close he had come to a fate worse than death itself.

He expects it. He prepares himself for it.

But when Samilen opens his eyes, lets himself blink the sleep from his eyes, the keeper finds himself embraced by something far different than the morbid understanding of his failure as the Warrior of Darkness. Instead, he opens his eyes to find a man sleeping soundly beside him. The Exarch.

G’raha Tia.

The realization snatches the breath right from Samilen’s lungs, rolling back into his mind with the events of the last 24 hours. The light. The Exarch. Hades.

He remembers it all so clearly, and yet remembers coming back to the Crystarium with the promise of nightfall once more, of normalcy returning to the First for once in over 100 years. He remembers feeling so scared, so tired, body aching but he without a single care in the world to give it more than a passing thought.

He must have fallen asleep at some point, or simply passed out from the strain. Given that, after a glance around the room, Samilen realizes that he was within the walls of the Ocular, he assumes that it was the doing of the man beside him who had taken him into the warm, gentle embrace of both his bed and arms somewhere in Samilen’s slumber.

There are still half-healed wounds laying upon G’raha’s face, and Samilen too can feel the deep ache in his bones from all that’s happened, but none of that really matters--Samilen feels safe. He feels secure. For the first time in a long in a long time, he isn’t afraid to close his eyes again, shift closer to G’raha’s body, and allow himself the luxury to fall back asleep without so much as a thought to anyone or anything else in the world besides the two of them.

#drabble #fic #samilen fic #<3 #crystalizedallagan

[darthsuki]

Submitted by Anonymous

Lightwarden Silence | Lightwarden AU

You could feel the cool metal running through your hair, gently gliding through it as if you were the most fragile thing. Everywhere he touches to every place ghosted against is enough to make your body sing. Then there’s a pressure in your head, the constant deep purr echoing inside, the undeniable presence of him. Constant and at the forefront of your mind, there is little space left to think of anything else. Why would you? He is here, here to protect you from anything that would even think of wishing you harm. All you need to do is-

A cool pressure against your cheek snaps you out of your trance, you hadn’t even noticed that you have been affectionate and rubbing against his thigh. The claws glide your gaze up to the golden suns and how it smiles at you despite the mask.

Open up, my little mortal.

Without a thought, your mouth drops open and tongue presses flat. You faintly hear fabric rustling against one another underneath you, it’s is enough to make you drool. With his hand in your hair, guiding you to take his cock into your mouth and set your head bobbing along the length.

Deeper, breath through your nose.

You can do that. You can do that for him. Anything for him. The cock slides further into your mouth, had you not heeded his instructions you surely would have choked. It brushes against the back of your throat and further as the claw trails out of your hair, down further against your neck and back.

The sloppy sound reaches your ears, enough to remind you of when it was inside you. The delicious press that’s enough to send your entire body shivering followed by the daze of a climax, all faint in your mind but the pleasure still sparks through to the tip of your fingers and toes. It felt good. So good. To service him with everything you have and completely de- 

His orgasm spills into your mouth before you can finish the thought, still you eagerly drink up every drop. A cooing fills your mind mixing with a feeling of satisfaction.

I am pleased, little one. Now it is your time to sing for me.

A pair of strong hands easily picks up from between his legs and sets you down on his lap. You press your hands against his bare chest, feeling the approval rolling off him in waves. 

With a smile as burning as the sun and praise as gentle as summer rain, he coaxes you to submit, gently, willingly, completely.

#ffxiv #lemon #lightwarden au #silence #lightwarden silence #samilen #lightwarden!samilen #drabble #fic #lightwarden au fic #OOF #QUICK SOMEONE GET ME A BUCKET OF ICE THIS IS TOO HOT #THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIENDO HOLY FUCKING *SHIT* #THIS!!! THIS IS SILENCE RIGHT HERE THAT SEXY FUCKER

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Updates n’ Stuff

Heyo friends! It’s good to know y’all have been interested in the short drabbles I’ve been posting the last week for the FFXIV Write challenge! For someone who is quite the perfectionist when it comes to quality and length of their work, this event has helped me loosen up quite a bit and focus more on the actual joy of the writing than anything else--it’s also given me a lot of opportunities to write about various characters, canon or those of my own (and it’s good to hear you guys love Khalja and Samilen! :D).

I’m sorry for being radio silent otherwise; it’s been a combination of a busy work schedule and a lacking of spoons to do very much outside of just keeping social on my personal/writing discord server (which anyone is welcome to join!).

That said, I’ve nonetheless managed to completely clean out the askbox and get my request list updated with ALL of the stuff I’ve gotten since the release of Shadowbringers, which was a lot. 

You can find the request list here; the Shadowbringers request are on a separate sheet/tab so people can avoid spoilers!

I’ll try to get back into the swing of requests as time permits, especially now that my manager has adjusted my schedule to be a bit more friendly on my spoonage for hobbies. I’ll also be doing my best to keep up with the prompt challenge and will do my best to get my ass back on commissions, and I’m extremely grateful for those peeps being super friendly and understanding of my situation on this--y’all rock!

With all that said, anonymous asks have also been turned back on!

I’ll update the request list as I get requests, but keep in mind that I’ll be prioritizing the commissions and the prompt challenge before anything else as much as I can kick my own ass into doing so. 

Hope everyone has been doing well these last few weeks!

#modsukispeaks #notwriting #update

[heroesofhydaelyn]

♥ (for chai. A COUNTER MEME )

Send ♥ For A Drabble Of My Muse’s Thoughts As They Wake Up Beside Yours

When Samilen awakes, it’s to the dripping warmth of sunlight upon his skin. It’s to the warmth of arms around him, firm and unyielding and filling him with comfort. It’s to the blankets half-on his body, instead tangled around his legs and arms and nearly falling off the far edge of the soft mattress beneath him.

When he awakes, it’s beside the man he adores.

Or rather, he would be merely beside X’chai, if the other’s body wasn’t nearly curled around him like a child might clutch at a beloved toy. Their limbs are about as tangled together as the blanket wrapped between them; Samilen can feel the softness of the Seeker’s tail even wrapped around his own in a coiling of white and gold fur. 

Samilen’s eyes open to the sight of his partner in a slumber as rare as it is deep, dark circles sitting stubbornly beneath his sightless eyes. It is both comforting and worrisome to see the man in such a way; though Samilen is happy to see him in such a deep slumber, he knows well how it only comes about, when X’chai is worked hard as his own Free Company’s leader. Managing so many people, so many jobs, so many things--it’s beyond what Samilen thinks most people are capable even with the help of several others, and yet the Seeker takes so much of the responsibility upon himself with but a charming smile to wave away any worries for him and his health.

But at least he slumbers at last, clutched tight to his Keeper lover and getting the rest he’s sorely earned. 

Samilen feels a soft smile on his lips in the gentle warmth of the moment, staving off the feelings of responsibility to instead curl closer, tucking his face into the other man’s throat and mouthing silent, sweet words of love against X’chai’s skin.

Eventually, Samilen falls back asleep, smile yet lingering upon his lips.

#fic #samilen fic #chaisami fic #chaisami #GASP #IVE BEEN COUNTER MEMED IN MY OWN HOME #how dare #;3c #xaelic-voidknight

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

*peeks from behind screen* your drabbles on your ocs recently inspired me to pull my moon cat boi out of the "died during the calamity for character development of my main" fate and actually utilize him as his own character.

I’m really happy that my own rambling about my boys has given you confidence in your own! :D That’s humbling and also super awesome because there’s a lot of fun to be had with OCs in this fandom with all of the lore and open-ended layers of possibility in the game itself.

As someone who originally created Samilen literally to just be a stand-in and went through a feverish series of inspirational waves to make him who he is today, I’m super excited to see where you’ll take your own boy in the future!

#ask #notwriting #this touches me deep in the heart #its 4 am and its Big Emotional Hours(tm) #Anonymous

[darthsuki]

To-Do List

Because I’m bored and I love making lists for myself, but also because making a lists usually kicks my butt into gear ;3c

Small Tasks:

- Requests and ideas from this spreadsheet for @finalfantasyxivwritings (FFXIV)

- Format/Upload first section of Samilen/X’rhun Tia RP (FFXIV)

- Initial drabbles and headcanons for @yonaofthedawnwritings (AkaYona)

Big Tasks / Projects:

- Twine Projects (Also located on this spreadsheet)

Eorzea University:  

 You are a new student of Eorzea University, a renowned campus known for it's incomparable training for both Disciples of Magic and War. Though you're still fresh to the ways of the school, fate ensnares you into the lives of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, a club known for their beneficial contributions to the school's future. Things get even more chaotic when you find yourself eyed up by several exchange students from Isgard Academy--what's a good student to do under all this attention?

FFXIV Dating Simulator

Single one-shots detailing a date with a single character from the FFXIV game, to include the option of a fluffy or saucy ending.

- Open Patreon creator account

- Revamp/Revitalize the Tarael (open species) website

#sukirambles #ideas #to do #to do list