#FFXIVWrite 2020

[fheythfully]

FFXIV Write 2023: Day 30 - Amity

Satella’s first love is a girl named Helena.

Back when she was only Amelia, she had arrived on the shores of Vylbrand sullen and quiet. She remembers those days well, of feeling as if all along something in her life had been missing – the spark that made life worth living – as she lived cloistered in Old Sharlayan and stifled by the presence of her mother and like-minded individuals. No one cared for little Amelia, who was always buried in the wrong kinds of books and would rather sneak out to badger the gleaners than dedicate her time to classwork. The adults had preferred to ignore her and so the children had soon learned to follow, leaving her be with her fantasy novels and lonely solitude.

She had liked it that way, she thought. All the way until Helena burst into her life like the first warm ray of summer sunshine. She had knocked on Aunt Zoya and Frederick’s door with a platter of cookies in one hand and holding on to her mother’s with the other, and well–

It was history, after that, and it went like this:

Amelia’s first love is a girl named Helena, a widow’s daughter with a father lost at sea and a brother too old to be comforted by tales. They meet in the wheat fields between their little family farms and run like beastkin through the golden stalks, hair bleached by the sun trailing behind them like the banners of oncoming ships. They herd livestock together and read periodicals and name themselves after the heroines in their favourite ones. They dance to all the tunes on the orchestrion in Helena’s bedroom and spend their nights stargazing shapes and stories into being on far too many evenings, even on the cold ones.

They fall in love slowly, into the kind of love birthed from friendship. It is gentle and sweet and soft. It is as all first loves should be.

It ends with Dalamud descending and Helena’s cold hand in hers, but Satella has learned to stop dreaming of the golden girl she’d loved so still and colourless. She chooses to remembers her first love more like this: 

Satella’s first love was the neighbor’s daughter. Her name was Helena and Satella doesn't remember the shape of her face or even her laugh, anymore, but she remembers sun bleached hair and dark freckles and a warm hand in hers. She remembers the ocean breeze and songs in the air and sun-warmed ground beneath her back and a clear, starlit sky above.

She remembers the gift of friendship and of love given freely from a girl full of laughter and life, all to a girl who did not know how to laugh nor to live.

[valdiis]

Thirty entries, one a day minus a single make-up day where I did two. I wrote for four characters, one of which was never meant to be more than a background character in the first place. I don't have a word count and I'm not sure I want one - but I sure did write a lot. I've discovered that my comfy place right now is dialogue. I love writing snappy lines and character interactions, and I'm not as good with lengthy introspection or action scenes. This is a contrast to prior years, when I did write more long-form introspection.

If anyone is interested (ha) in my prior years, I don't do single collected link posts - though I probably should. You can find all of it below:

FFxivWrite 2024

FFxivWrite 2023 - scattered among my other blogs that year, so here's Aeluan, Daephrin, and Vy'thanis.

FFxivWrite 2022 - in which I focused solely on Vyth

FFxivWrite 2021 - this is an actual master post for once...

FFxivWrite 2020 - I think I missed a few prompts that year

FFxivWrite 2019 - oh man, we're getting into the ones that hurt because I either don't speak to those people any more or my grasp of lore was shaky - a lot of this has been retconned

FFxivWrite 2018 - man, my writing's improved since these days

FFxivWrite 2017 - the first year I participated, and I knew next to nothing about how anything worked in FFXIV because I'd just started playing

[shieldkeeper]

FFXIVWrite 2024 Entries

Past Entries: [ 2020 ] - [ 2022 ] - [ 2023 ]

Total Words: 16682

01. Steer Garen | Canon | 765 words 02. Horizon Pipin | Canon | 1061 words 03. Tempest Garen | Canon | 770 words 04. Reticent Pyshiro | Canon | 625 words 05. Stamp Pipin | Bandit AU | 930 words 06. Halcyon Fos | Amaurot AU | 494 words 07. Morsel Serphiantis | Voidsent AU | 774 words 08. Skip 09. Lend an Ear Garen and Holou | Frostbite AU | 1186 words 10. Stable Pipin | Canon | 969 words 11. Surrogate Garen | Canon | 717 words 12. Quarry Holou | Frostbite AU | 967 words 13. Butte Pipitt | Dwarf AU | 271 words 14. Telling Garen | Canon | 1267 words 15. Make-Up Day 16. Third-rate Pipin | Canon | 917 words 17. Sally Garen | Canon | 380 words 18. Hackneyed Seiseito | Canon | 865 words 19. Taken Holou | Frostbite AU | 975 words 20. Duel Pipin | Canon | 483 words 21. Shade Holou | Canon | 658 words 22. Make-Up Day 23. On Cloud Nine Duduni | Canon | 1097 words 24. Skip 25. Perpetuity Garen | Frostbite AU | 511 words 26. Skip 27. Skip 28. Skip 29. Skip 30. Skip

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #26: Zip

A follow-up to Prompt #17, Destruct, from #FFXIVWrite 2020.

As Ahtyn fell asleep for the evening at her room in the Sandsea, her unconscious mind was at once propelled into the dreamscape of Lyhe Mheg. Before her senses could adjust to the rose-hued flora and candy-sweet air, Tyr Beq materialized before her - then Feo Ul, resplendent as ever in the mantle of Titania.

"Alright," Ahtyn said. "What's she done now."

Neither pixie said a word, but Tyr Beq pointed over to a flowerbed off in the distance - where, within moments, the littlest gaelicat with the brightest rainbow wings charged out in pursuit of a particularly obtuse bumblebee. She pounced, zigging and zagging her lithe little body through the air with all the intensity of Valigarmanda on the hunt.

"At this rate," Feo Ul declared, albeit with a note of unmistakable fondness in their voice, "we will have no workers left to pollenate our gardens come spring."

Gaelithistle landed back on her paws, the unmoving bee clasped tight in her incisors. Only then did she seem to notice Ahtyn's arrival; though she lifted her stubby little tail in delight, she immediately turned and sprinted for the hills.

"I'm not gonna chase her," said Ahtyn. "She wants me to chase her."

And so she, Feo Ul, and Tyr Beq followed at a leisurely walk, by which time the gaelicat was already chewing on a particularly hallucinogenic toadstool.

Feo Ul lifted their staff, and the creature was lifted in turn, levitating in the air and squirming all the while. "Whatever ails you, sweet creature, may very well be incurable." With one last flick of their wrist, the gaelicat blinked out of the Kingdom of Rainbows entirely, back to the Source.

"OW!" Ahtyn winced as sharp teeth pierced the toes of her physical form, stirring her from the dream. All at once she was back in bed with a gaelicat wriggling beneath her covers - until at last her warm little body settled against her knees and drifted off. With one last scritch to her ears, Ahtyn did her best to follow suit.

[lal-ffxiv]

🍂 leaves: what does your editing process look like? how does your wip typically change as you work on it?

my editing process is looking for the red squiggles of misspelled words or reading it again and finding missing words after I posted it, but editing is the very, very last step of the process. Long answer below the cut.

Thank you so much @soulshards for sending this ask!

I'm going to use the latest piece of Luka's Story as my example of how a WIP changes as I work on it because I worked on it for almost 4 years. I started the piece for the prompt Part in the FFXIV Write in 2020 where I had written the first part for the prompt clamour .

I don't have orginal draft anymore since I write drafts on my phone as my phone doesn't have spell check and it helps me not edit while I write. I do have copy of the .txt file though. So 1st draft looks like this.

This draft goes through several revisions. The first draft gets expanded by adding context to actions, more emotions and scene or summary.

When I was coming back from hiatus this year I said I would get this write done so I collected every draft. It looks like this:

These are the drafts side by side with my core idea at the top (30 pages). This is /are the drafts in chronological order by scene with final the revision (21 pages).

That goes into another doc where it is edited. During this I still felt it was missing something. It wasn't complete to me, so I actually had go back to my draft of clamor to a scene I had cut to expand on that.

Then final edits are done on tumblr's draft since it can change the formatting of my paragraph breaks and gets words that docs misses.

This one write got sectioned into four pieces which tell the story I want to tell in the best way I can write now and I'm sure I still errors in grammar or typos or issues with my syntax but I'm writing and its good enough for me.

(This answer doesn't included reseacrch which is its whole own process)

Published pieces here: 1 2 3 4

Not all writes are so long though. Some do go from 1st draft to edits because its good enough of me on how the idea is translated in the writing. Like my writes for ffxivwrite this year.

This this one goes through one revision before edits, but this one goes straight to edits. (Last one doesn't show the research I did on ferns though.)

Thank you so much for asking this ask and letting me go off for an hour about my writing process. I love you. Thank you again.

[chrysalispen]

ffxivwrite collections

i am probably not going to take a very active part in ffxivwrite this year for a lot of personal reasons (i'm not going to stop writing ffxiv fic, i've just been busy and dealing with ongoing health problems this year) so instead i am linking my older works here for anyone who wishes to read them!

a lot of things in my writing and my longfic plans have changed from when i wrote some of these, but ffxivwrite has always made for very good writing exercises and has even helped me solidify backstory for my WoL, so i've left them up to that end.

collection 1, sept 2019: tales of radiance

collection 2, sept 2020: above the tide of hours

collection 3, sept 2021: the cold heavens (still in progress as this was written while i was actively in the middle of moving out of texas ;; but tbh this collection has some of my personal favorites so i'm very fond of it still!)

collection 4, sept 2022: my tale again for me shall sing (largely wol-centric backstory)

[starswornoaths]

oh hey, found my 2020 masterpost!

[winterdeepelegy]

Man... in porting most of my tumblr writings to AO3, I've posted 111 pieces so far. A few were omitted either for being too short or redundant. I'm up to September 2019. Some of you may recall that month was the start of some pretty heinous RL family drama. It absolutely took its toll on my writing for a long time, and still affects me to some degree. 9/2019 was a FFXIVWrite month. Out of 30 prompts, I probably did half. Several of them were for characters I no longer have, and a few were for Ciel. A scant handful were focused on Glace and, of those, only three are worth reposting. Writing when you're in survival mode is brutal. I didn't have the mental bandwidth to turn up much that was worthwhile, and what I did manage after 9/7/19 was barely phoned in. After that month, I think I wrote only one other thing until sometime in April 2020 after moving twice and with Covid running rampant. From April until September 2020, I wrote probably three things, and I haven't even looked at what FFXIVWrite for that year resulted in as far as quality. I don't think the quality of my work has fully recovered yet either, more than five years on. Sometimes the stuff I write just feels like mechanized brain spew. I still have more ideas and more that I want to do, now it's just a matter of finding the time and free energy to do it after sitting at home working in front of the computer all day.

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite Entry #13: Pen to Paper 2

FFxivWrite 2020 Prompt #13: (You pick!) Masterpost Ange Vie @ange-vie​ Ishgardian though a Lalafell With arcanima she’ll weave spell She has a curious music box And all the mysteries it unlocks Just who is the boy called Ghost? What secrets does Miau Manor host? Soon she’ll find the answers true With friends like Fenrir to see her through Atlas Castellanos @opisliterallysatan​ Cursed blood runs through our veins Family even if we shed the names But I think we can cast off our fate Find some new paths to create Sometimes I fear I’ll turn into him But for you it needn’t be so grim Good as you are, you’ll always be you and we can see If in the end, with any luck, I’ll still be me Savo Kesslivang @savothesewercat​ A circus of fleas With knobby knees A Keeper of the Moon Who likes to rock a tune Does she really live in a sewer? Did she let that Elezen woo her? In the Black Shroud she was raised It’s the viol that she plays She’s crude and lewd Always sings with attitude Dirty and crass as she might be No one performs quite like she

[ffxivimagines]

FFXIVWrite #1: Crux | lambs to the slaughter

Ao3 Link | 5.3 Spoilers

Azem guides them unto doom, a shepherd who leads Witches and blasphemous Saints, and despite this knowledge, Elidibus still finds himself blinded by their brilliant tales of a promised land.

Elidibus knows better than to wander about at night. He knows and yet he does—listening, searching, praying—in hopes that his God will see him and grant revelation. Zodiark is a silent god and His scripture is a prescribed set of ablutions for the sake of purity and devotion.

He is loyal. He is the most devout, the worthiest, and he has it in good faith that even the temptations of Azem cannot sway him. The rigors of denial are but a step of the many required for his ascension. Their promises of freedom and indulgence are only dangerous to mortal men. He has no want of their divine light, their false providence, that strange and never-ending tale they weave about a world divided and brought peace.

Zodiark brought salvation unto the Star. It was not them and their stolen mantle who redressed the balance and grappled with a treasonous God. Hydaelyn would see them all crucified for Her own gain, supping on their dreams and aether like a leech and tossing souls about within the Lifestream as if they were naught but toys. Her machinations have seen many of his Brothers and Sisters led down the path of sin. He swears that he will not follow them.

In his wandering and thinking, he meets them─the infernal Azem. They jaunt about with bare feet and a sunbeam smile as if he cannot see the knife they hide behind that cheer. He has no want to be a sacrificial lamb upon the altar of their broken faith.

“Come join me,” they call, stepping over the threshold between the holy halls of his chapel and that of the wilds. Had they been a demon, they would have been stopped long before nearing His domain. “Elidibus, old friend, why do you deny me so?”

He holds his rosary tight enough to ache. “Do not speak to me as if we are associates.”

“Shall I speak to you as a brother? A lover, mayhaps?”

“Nothing,” he snaps. “You will speak to me as nothing. Begone from this place. You are not welcome here.”

They laugh in bell-like tones, soft and musical where it shatters the silence, and do not listen to his words. “I am a traveler, you know. You could leave with me and He would never know.”

Elidibus grinds his teeth, turning away from them to stalk down the hall in hopes that they will leave him be. They simply follow. He is almost unbothered by the dirt they track along the halls when he is fixated on their words.

Why would he leave? What is there to run from? He is the Emissary, the preacher of Truth and Speaker for His will. He has nothing to fear from them.

(And yet a little part of his brain nags about how even Emet-Selch had left to follow them. Their devout Architect around whose ears this very chapel rose had been seduced by Azem's promises. Where is he now? Why has he not come along with them? What has him so busy that he would not only abandon his Shepherd's side, but even that of the chance to get in the way of Elidibus's ascension? He cannot fathom the answer.)

"Elidibus," they say as he opens the door to his chambers, "do remember my offer. I will be back, 'ere long. You stand at a crossroads. Be cautious that you do not choose the wrong path."

And when he closes it behind him, their voice vanishes same as their shadow. He kneels next to his bed and entreats His guidance one word at a time. Whether a crossroads, a crux, or crucifixion, he would have answers.

"Oh Zodiark, Father of Darkness, I pray..."

[rythasbrenelle]

Prompt #4 - Clinch

(Note: The adorable arsonist mentioned below can be found at @fheylahaken.) Rythas, age 24; Belmion, age 17 The sound of hammering filled Rythas’ yard for the second time in as many days. It drew more than a couple glances; his neighbors weren’t so gracious that they’d forgotten the previous night. As it turned out, a woman stealing your mailboxes and lawn decorations to build a towering effigy in someone else’s yard was quite memorable.

Perhaps not as memorable as the explosion that had followed. But memorable nonetheless. “Fucking Fheyla,” Rythas grumbled, bringing the hammer down to drive another nail into the plank. The explosion his self-proclaimed best friend — oh gods, he could practically hear her say it, the enthusiasm in her voice a sharp counterpoint to the irritation that tinged his own — had caused had turned the yard into a crater, the mounted deck nearby into a smoldering wreckage, and the front of the house into a jagged maw that was great for letting the bugs and dry summer air in and not a whole lot else. He’d already had the crater filled with soil, and he was waiting on help with the front of the house. There wasn’t much he could do to repair the stone, at least not in a way that would make the house look anything like it once had. He’d leave it to professionals. The deck though. That was something he could do. So he focused on the solid thud of metal striking wood, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of hammering a nail into place. Though loud, it was soothing in its own way. He lost himself to repetition, let his mind wander while he worked. “Hey, Bel?” Arlianne’s voice was soft and unsure in the dark, but he heard it clearly all the same. It dragged him from the edge of sleep, returned him to the cave they called their own. “What?” Belmion grunted as he rolled over to face her. Though her raven hair blended into the darkness well, her pale skin was as evident as the moon hanging in the sky, and her ruby eyes had the faintest glow to them. Ordinarily, they were like little pinpricks of distant torchlight. This close, they were bonfires, bright and dancing. “Have you ever had a house?” she asked. “We used to have a rundown manor for a hideout, though it only lasted for about two moons. That count?” “Not really, no.” “Ah. Then no.” “That’s kind of a shame, isn’t it?” Arlianne mused, as much to herself as him. “You’ve never had a place of your own.” “Eventually, maybe I will,” Belmion said. He let his head sink back into the pillow, but he remained facing her. “You’ve been listening to Troifont. You really think a Green’s gonna sell any of us a chateau?” she asked, snickering. “Maybe. Worst case, I’ll build one,” he grumbled. Sleep was already claiming him again, but he scooted closer before it grabbed him entirely, letting the heat that radiated from Arlianne warm him. He felt her shift, sitting up, but his eyes had already drifted shut. They felt impossibly heavy. “Would you really?” “Why wouldn’t I?” Rythas ran a hand through his hair, combing out a tangle in his tresses. When his hand came away, his skin and bandages alike were soaked in sweat. He wrinkled his nose and wiped them dry on one leg of his trousers while he examined his handiwork. The deck wasn’t better than ever. In truth, it looked about the same as it did before, right down to the plants hanging from the railing. But he had to admit it was an improvement from the smoldering heap on the lawn that had been in its place not too long ago. “It’s a far cry from a chateau. But it’s something. Well done, Brenelle,” he told himself. His eyes wandered away from the deck to examine the yawning portal that was the front of his house, and his mood immediately dropped. “Yep. Not even close to a chateau.” (Prompt #3: Muster) (Prompt #5: Matter of Fact)

[efrmellifer]

FFxivWrite ‘20, Four

Prompt: Clinch, during Heavensward, 1,315 words

With a quiet groan, Etien sat up, stretching first her shoulders, followed by extending her arms and flexing her fingers. The joints cracked in sequence as she flexed and rotated them, yawning, before she rose from bed, rolling back the thick covers.

She put on something other than her layers of clothing serving as pajamas, heading out to the dining room of Fortemps manor once she was dressed, delighted to see that Haurchefant was at the table alongside Edmont, Artoirel, and Emmanellain.

She took her seat, bidding everyone a quiet good morning, looking into her currently-empty teacup.

When breakfast had been served, Etien took her time eating, taking full advantage of the fact that she was being given a day to rest, after the exciting times she’d been having lately.

So she was quiet as she made her way through her food, adding to the conversation when she had something to say, but mostly keeping her mouth occupied with small bites taken at her own pace.

That is, until a question was asked of her directly.

“Have you a family, Etien?” Edmont asked her as casually as if he were asking her what the weather was like. “For all that Haurchefant has had to say about you, never has he mentioned anything of that sort. Are they never reported on?”

Etien blinked, then swallowed, searching for a way to answer that question.

“I… am not an orphan,” she confessed, “but I doubt that I could truly claim membership in the family of parents and siblings I left behind.”

“Oh, no?” he pressed. “How unfortunate. I had hoped that I could send them a missive praising the conduct of their daughter.”

She smiled shakily, reaching for her tea to buy herself time before she had to speak again.

Settled after she’d had a sip, she gave him a more genuine smile. “Thank you, my lord.” “But of course,” he replied, and all turned back to their dishes, and later drifted off to their tasks for the day.

Etien didn’t have much to do, so she wandered around Ishgard, making of herself an errand girl as best she could—making small deliveries, rescuing kittens, things like that. It turned the day into rather a bus-man's holiday, but at least she hadn’t had to go delving into creature-infested dungeons or up against a primal. Picking up a few herbs for an elderly woman and dropping off spiced wine Gibrillont wanted to get out quickly wasn’t so bad.

It got her some fresh air.

She sat on a little copse of broken stones near the Aetheryte plaza for a little while, letting the cool air kiss her cheeks and the wintry sun start the beginnings of sweat under her clothing.

She had intended to let her mind wander as she did that, taking in some of the views of the open space to either side of the Steps of Faith, but she hadn’t intended it to take the path it was.

She was used to calling wherever she was home, sort of—she’d taken up a room in the Roost in the early days; then was half-in, half out of the Waking Sands; then she drifted in and out of the Rising Stones as needed.

And now, she was here in Ishgard. Had her own room again and everything.

Was Ishgard home? Some part of her really, really wanted it to be, and she wasn’t wholly sure why.

Yes, she had had thoughts about finding some patch of the snows and making a home there, silly though it was. For one thing, how would she build a house with no carpentry expertise? But she had dismissed those thoughts for how little water they held.

But, with the Fortemps family sheltering her, and the feelings for Aymeric that she couldn’t deny starting to well up, she was beginning to seriously ask herself again.

Was Ishgard—not the Coerthan highlands, Ishgard—home? Didn’t she want to stay?

A land full of snows wasn’t exactly the place to put down roots, but at this point, couldn’t she survive anything?

She kicked her feet where they dangled over the edge of the stones, sending a smattering of dust into the wide, icy chasm below her and a small rock careening over the precipice.

Slowly, she scooted back from the ledge and came to standing.

Well, it was home for now. A place to let the snow melt off her boots. And she could certainly have worse housemates.

While Etien was sitting at the literal edge of the city pondering whether it was her home, the men of House Fortemps were conspiring to make it so. If she wanted, that is.

“I remain unsure how the paperwork will differ when I share no blood or familial ties with her,” Edmont commented, chin in hand, “but I think it should be simple enough, if no other family would come to claim her, and she would will it, of course. Do you not agree?”

Haurchefant, called to this meeting specifically, nodded eagerly. “I think that would be most beneficial for her! And what a boon it would be to the house!”

Artoirel agreed. “An asset such as her needs protection, and I would be honored to call her a sister.”

“What does this afford the old girl?”

“Not very much she does not already have,” Edmont explained, “but it would add some extra legitimacy to a great deal of the support we give her and the Scions.”

“And make Aymeric’s eagerness to assist her at every turn look a little less selfish,” Emmanellain commented, eyebrows lifting.

“Selfish?” Haurchefant repeated, just a little shocked.

“Surely you must be aware of his fondness for her,” Artoirel replied, almost with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, yes. I was the one who encouraged—” he cleared his throat—“in any event.”

Artoirel sighed. “Precisely. So. Mistress Etien Mellifer of House Fortemps?”

“If she accepts our offer,” Edmont confirmed.

She strode in, boots clattering against the floors as she made her way to the foyer. But when she found all four of the Fortemps men standing there, looking like they’d just been deep in conversation, she stopped short, even pulling up her hands, as if her nails would cross some invisible line.

“Ah, Etien.” Edmont began, as his sons greeted her each in their own way. “We had a proposition for you.”

As she had earlier, she blinked. “All right?”

“After a great deal of thought, we have come to the conclusion that, were you to agree to such a thing, we would like you to become a member of the household. Officially.”

Her jaw dropped, leaving the points of her lower teeth exposed. “Oh!” She responded after a pause, her expression brightening. “That…” She brought a hand to her cheek. “I accept the offer.”

“Excellent, how wonderful to hear! I shall have to draw up additional paperwork, of course, but there is this for you to sign, to take the first steps in that direction.”

She came to the table, lifting the pen in her hand and pressing it to the paper, leaving a loopy signature in its wake.

When she looked up, all of them smiled at her.

“That alone is enough for me. Welcome home, my daughter,” Edmont enthused, a hand on her shoulder.

When she rose from kneeling, Haurchefant scooped her up in a hug, and tears leaked from the corner of her eyes.

“Not so tight, Haurchefant,” Artoirel chided. “You have made her cry.”

He set her down immediately, hands coming near her face as if to wipe the tears away.

Etien shook her head, thought, wiping at her eyes herself. “No, no. It wasn’t too tight.”

It was a last stitch falling into place, a quick agreement clinched. But of course it was quick. She wouldn’t have said no. This was her home now.

[shieldkeeper]

FFXIVWrite 2023 Entries

Past Entries: [ 2020 ] - [ 2022 ]

Total Words: 27944

01. Envoy Garen | Canon | 1289 words 02. Bark Pipin | Canon | 1230 words 03. Skip 04. Off the Hook Pipin | Canon | 1661 words 05. Barbarous Pipin | Bandit AU | 1277 words 06. Ring Pipin | Canon | 1445 words 07. Noisome Garen | Canon | 755 words 08. Shed Garen | Frostbite AU | 480 words 09. Fair Pipin | Canon | 1619 words 10. Skip 11. One Bitten, Twice Shy Garen | Canon | 872 words 12. Dowdy Garen | Canon | 684 words 13. Check Pipin | Canon | 951 words 14. Clear Garen | Frostbite AU | 959 words 15. Portentous Holou | Frostbite AU | 1678 words 16. Jerk Hahabi & Ruruvan | Canon | 820 words 17. Skip 18. A Fish Out of Water Garen | Canon | 867 words 19. Weal (NSFW Warning) Pipin | Canon | 843 words 20. Hamper Garen| Voidsent AU | 1096 words 21. Grave Pyshiro | Canon | 1178 words 22. Fulsome Pipin | Canon | 819 words 23. Suit Pipin | Canon | 2033 words 24. Skip 25. Call it a Day Olyxio | Canon | 723 words 26. Last Duduni | Canon | 769 words 27. Sole Pipin | Canon | 844 words 28. Blunt Pipitt | Dwarf AU | 506 words 29. Contravention Pipin | Bandit AU | 1540 words 30. Amity Garen | Canon | 1006 words

[ever-searching]

Menord’s FFXIVWrite2020 Masterpost

September is over, and so is FFXIVWrite! I'm glad that I managed to do almost all prompts this time (only missing out three extra credit days to give myself a break). Hopefully everyone else had a good time, too!

You can find my prompt texts (and warm-ups) below the readmore link. Each link is accompanied with a short description and the most important content notes.

Here is the tag with all the writings (in chronological order).

If you have any questions or comments, please let me know!

Warm-ups

Warm-up 1: Haiku Who: Generic/everyone What: The journey continues. Content notes: None (Link)

Warm-up 2: Expression Who: Narangelel "Nara" Kha What: Narangelel has a serene face, but it has nuances. Content notes: None (Link)

Warm-up 3: Limerick Who: Storm Haeron What: "Stoneface" has earned his nickname. Content notes: Implication of nausea (Link)

Warm-up 4: Voice Who: Storm Haeron What: Storm’s voice can be likened to the earth. Content notes: None (Link)

FFXIVWrite Prompts

1. Crux Who: Cain Locke What: Cain struggles with things he'd rather not accept. Content notes: Implication of sleep deprivation and disordered eating (Link)

2. Sway Who: Storm Haeron What: A wealthy Ul'dahn tries to secure a book deal from Storm. Content notes: Oblique mention of sex work (Link)

3. Muster Who: Brenda Larkspur What: Brenda worries about getting overshadowed. Content notes: None (Link)

4. Clinch Who: Merces Ninthstar, G'ilas Tia What: Merces muses about his work while repairing a fence. Content notes: None (Link)

5. Matter of Fact Who: Lumien Chaunollet, Valencian Miraudont (NPC) What: Lumien's cousin tries to convince him. Content notes: Mild cursing (Link)

7. Nonagerian Who: Sasameru Kokomeru What: Sasameru visits his grandfather, who isn't quite senile. Content notes: Poison (non-lethal, mildly graphic) (Link)

8. Clamor Who: G'ilas Tia What: G'ilas survives the battle of Cartenau, but at what cost? Content notes: War, death, injury and blood (somewhat graphic) (Link)

9. Lush Who: Narangelel "Nara" Kha What: Nara thinks of her home and her journey. Content notes: None (Link)

10. Avail Who: Haldswys Ghimdaegwyn, Sasameru Kokomeru What: Haldswys sees trouble brewing and decides to act. Content notes: Oblique mentions of violence, threats of violence, alcohol, mild cursing (Link)

11. Ultracrepidarian Who: Chaudelais "Chaz" Mendel What: Chaz tries to show off his knowledge. Content notes: None (Link)

12: Tooth and Nail Who: Generic/Dark Knight WoL What: What does it mean to be the chosen of Hydaelyn? Content notes: Mentions of blood and violence; vague allusions/spoilers to Shadowbringers 5.0 storyline; written as song lyrics (Link)

14: Part Who: Isla Ironborne (NPC) What: A woman thinks about her brother and her role in the world. Content notes: Mild cursing (Link)

15. Ache Who: Merces Ninthstar What: Merces’s headache leads to unpleasant thoughts. Content notes: Nausea, vomiting, migraine (mentioned, semi-graphic) (Link)

16. Lucubration Who: Sasameru Kokomeru What: Sometimes studying is difficult. Content notes: None; written as a limerick (Link)

17. Fade Who: Brenda Larkspur What: Brenda thinks and reminisces while looking at a crystal. Content notes: Discussion of parental death (non-graphic) (Link)

18. Panglossian Who: G'ilas Tia, Wilhelm Blackthorne & Koharu Sunfeather (guest characters) What: G'ilas's friends question his actions while patching him up. Content notes: Brief mention of life-threatening danger (non-graphic) (Link)

19. Where the Heart Is Who: Storm Haeron What: Storm muses about the whereabouts of home. Content notes: None (Link)

21. Foibles Who: Cain Locke, Dreicon Sunfeather (guest character) What: Cain can't help but be baffled by the Xaela he is helping out. Content notes: Mention of violence (non-graphic) (Link)

22. Argy-Bargy Who: Chaudelais "Chaz" Mendel What: When Chaz is denied something he wants, he gets frustrated. Content notes: Moderate swearing, mention of serious injury (Link)

23. Shuffle Who: Haldswys Ghimdaegwyn What: Haldswys visits a fortune teller. Content notes: None (Link)

24. Beam Who: Narangelel "Nara" Kha, Chotan Kha (NPC) What: Narangelel's mother finds her on a river bank one morning. Content notes: None (Link)

25. Wish Who: Cain Locke, Lumien Chaunollet, Merces Ninthstar, Storm Haeron, Narangelel "Nara" Kha What: A look into a few individual's lives and their wishes. Content notes: None (Link)

26. When Pigs Fly Who: G'ilas Tia, Merces Ninthstar, Brenda Larkspur What: G'ilas enlists Brenda's help to teach Merces humour. Content notes: None (save for jokes of questionable quality) (Link)

27. Endearing (Extra Credit) Who: Cain Locke What: Cain is tempted by something he sees in the marketplace. Content notes: None (Link)

28. Irenic Who: Lumien Chaunollet What: Lumien might be even too good at apologizing. Content notes: Bullying, canon-typical racial prejudice, heightism (Link)

29. Paternal Who: Narangelel "Nara" Kha, Storm Haeron What: Nara makes a new acquaintance while sailing from Kugane. Content notes: None (Link)

30. Splinter Who: Everyone (Cain, Narangelel, Storm, G'ilas, Merces, Sasameru, Lumien, Haldswys, Chaz, Brenda) What: The cast meet their First shard and Warrior of Light versions. Content notes: Implied eye injury, canon-typical body horror (non-graphic); minor spoilers to early Shadowbringers 5.0 storyline (Link)

[yzareenxiv]

FFXIVWrite 2020 Prompt 30: Splinter

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwLvcaDMhU8&feature=share

CW: Torture, blood, sexual themes, violence

Slender, strong fingers pressed against each other, steepling under the King’s chin as he stared down at the lump of flesh that he rested his feet upon. With it’s handless arms and footless legs bound to the torso, it made an acceptable footrest. One that he could easily turn around at this body’s whim and use to make himself cum in any one of a number of orifices. It almost made him feel nostalgic, for the days when furniture such as this was littered about his home. The footrest was attractive, too, with it’s tanned skin.

The problem was, it wouldn’t stop weeping. Even with it’s tongue cut out, it wouldn’t stop making that damn noise. What was worse, insult upon injury, was that it hadn’t worked.

SHE hadn’t come. His Orchid with her heart apparently made of stone. He had been so damn meticulous- finding the whore sister in the vastness of Garlemald, ingratiating himself with the Empire, spreading information and gil and ale and other pleasantries, taking the girl, then slowly, carefully, weaving the wires that should have wrapped around his Orchid’s very being and brought her swiftly to his arms.

What had gone wrong? What was he not accounting for? WHY HADN’T SHE COME?!

He heard the shriek of pain before realizing that he’d viciously kicked the side of the footrest. The sound grated on him, it wasn’t the lovely screams that Y���zareen (dare he call her Zareen, even in his mind?) would give him. This voice was harsh, breaking every time it went high-pitched, it was all...just…wrong. He kicked the footrest again, knocking it over on the side, then rose to his full height and glowered down at it. A kick at the head, that would shut it up.

One kick became five, became ten, became a madness filled with hatred-fueled stomping and kicking and beating until splinters of bone cut open his hands and his immaculate attire was soaked in sweat and blood. Still, the thing breathed. It didn’t scream, but it breathed, bubbling breaths full of foam and phlegm and all the disgusting evidence of life. His body was aroused, so hard his pants were uncomfortable and he had to adjust himself to find some relief. Somewhere in the madness, he had cum, and the Crimson King found himself feeling utter revulsion for the physical form he was bound to.

Sweeping his hair back out of his eyes, leaving a streak of gore in the dark strands, he stood up and tugged at the dripping sleeves of the once-white shirt. He’d played this game for long enough. It was time to try something different. If Y’zareen was going to play the cold-hearted bitch and reject the ties of her own blood, then it was time to tug at the ties that he knew bound her. It was a shame her husband was dead, that would have made it so much easier- but there were others. Her Pack. Her ‘Family’. A dozen or so people that she trusted, that she loved. It was a risk- they had taken down one of his creations already, and had plenty of experience fighting against voidkin. Still, he had connections now. Connections they wouldn’t expect.

The question was, who first?

As he mused, the bleeding, dying woman that had once been a Jaguar miqo’te, the last living sister of Y’zareen, the last living daughter of Serhan, breathed her final breath.

The Crimson King stormed out of the room, snapping sharply at the guards that stood at either side of the bedroom door. “We’re leaving.”

“Yes, milord.” came the reply. One of them glanced into the room, moving just his eyes, and felt his gorge rise. Perhaps that is what gave him the courage to ask a question. “What about the… her, milord?”

“That?” The King flicked bloody hair out of his eyes with an insolent gesture and shrugged. “Why should I care? It’s just a broken piece of furniture.” He turned on his heel but something...something tugged at his senses.

Something wasn’t right.

Walking back into the doorway of the room, he concentrated so he could see the flow of aether. The body on the floor still glowed and as he watched, the glow faded, and faded, and -there.

Oh….now that was curious.

The Crimson King, thoughtful now, turned and headed for the bath, leaving his two men confused and green around the gills as they tried to decide which of them would deal with the mess in the room.

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Shirogane

A gemstone, slightly flawed, set in a golden bracer, made a nearly inaudible crack as a small splinter flaked away. The nearly invisible hairline fracture that marred it’s surface widened minutely, new fractures spreading across the surface.

Aether, pulsing through a woman with every heartbeat, slowly began to bleed from the fracture, as the dam that had been crafted by faith and prayers and crystals in a place that no longer existed splintered and began, slowly, to dissipate.

A voice, sad and soft, whispered in her dreams.

“What happens to a god when it is forgotten?”

Zareen woke up screaming.

[whitherwanderer]

FFXIV Write 2023

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Masterpost for all my FFXIVWrite 2023 entries! Personal favorites will get a little star at the end of the month. ⭐ You can check out my past entries here: [ 2019 ] - [ 2020 ] - [ 2021 ] - [ 2022 ]

PROMPT LIST

WEEK 1

1 // envoy 2 // bark 3 // altar (extra credit) ⭐

WEEK 2

4 // off the hook 5 // barbarous 6 // ring 7 // noisome ⭐ 8 // shed ⭐ 9 // fair  10 // ghost (extra credit) ⭐

WEEK 3

11 // once bitten, twice shy ⭐ 12 // dowdy 13 // check 14 // clear 15 // portentous 16 // jerk 17 // diagnostic (extra credit)

WEEK 4

18 // a fish out of water 19 // weal 20 // hamper 21 // grave ⭐ 22 // fulsome 23 // suit 24 // help from above (extra credit)

WEEK 5

25 // call it a day ⭐ 26 // last 27 // sole 28 // blunt 29 // contravention 30 // amity