#ew patch content

[sightseeinglog]

[eriyu]

oops!!!!!!!! accidentally caught the script up to msq!!!!

i honestly did not think this was going to be possible with the amount of time left after i finished 6.0, but here we are!!!!!!!

the entire msq, at your fingertips!!!!!!!!!

please know that i will NOT be doing dawntrail's MSQ immediately after it drops though. i want to enjoy playing through for the first time without making it into a job. i hope to get to it before TOO too long, though 💖

[hazelkjt]

[elizabethrobertajones]

I could be your angle... or yuor devil..,

[impossible-rat-babies]

thinking. rotating even. eyrie’s way of showing love and how it so quietly bloomed during their time in thavnair w estinien. how it slowly found its way there and so much of how it was both felt. they love each other—as friends and romantically. it’s all there, utterly unspoken, but it’s there.

[theblackestnight-ffxiv]

[ffxivwrite2024] prompt 19: taken

The Drowning Wench was positively swimming in patrons this fine summer evening. D’zinhla couldn’t recall the last time she’d been able to pay a visit to Baderon and her other acquaintances, but the sheer crowd was, on its face, rather discouraging. She paused on the walkway, her ears flicked back in hesitation.

“Too many people, love?” Airraim asked softly.

“No, well, yes, a bit, but-” She bit her lip. “I think I can handle it, anyway. Chances are, they’re all caught up in their own business. I might not get to chat very much with the staff, but… oh!” Her ears perked again at the sweet sound of a La Noscean fiddle cutting above the drone of the crowd, and sudden cheers that rose with it, along with the pulse of hands clapping in time.

Airraim smiled. “I suppose that settles it for you.”

“Quite!” She grinned back, brushing her tail against her partner’s. “Well, shall we?”

“I’ll go find us a place to sit, while you investigate the music,” she said with a gentle shooing motion. 

She didn’t need any further encouragement, her steps far lighter–and timed with the beat–as she approached.

It was hard to get a glimpse through the standing crowd at the entrances, especially in a city with so many Roegadyn, so she wasn’t sure who was playing, but she could think of a few fiddlers she knew that played with that style. That reel was especially popular in Swiftperch, and a few other clues hinted the same, but it wouldn’t necessarily follow that the fiddler themself was from Western La Noscea. She threaded her way through the crowd, trying to get a better vantage, and- aha! Solkzedyr! He was from the west, and was astonishingly dextrous, both with the fiddle and with his feet. From the way he bobbed in time with the beat, she figured it wasn’t long before he started to dance along with his own playing, something she knew from experience was tougher than it looked!

Already a space had cleared enough for dancing to begin, and she smiled wistfully. It was great fun to dance, and she wasn’t half bad at it, but it would put far more spotlight on her than she really wanted. After all, she was here to catch up with her guild acquaintances and the staff who had seen her so often, and once she started dancing, she wasn’t likely to want to stop anytime soon.

“Pretty thing like you all by your lonesome?”

Her ears flicked back at the voice beside her, and she forced herself to pull her attention away from Solkzedyr, into the slit-eyes of a fellow Seeker. He wore his wide-sleeved shirt half open, and the knife at his belt suggested he was a sailor. He grinned as their eyes met, dipping his head toward her with a half-wave. “Doesn’t seem right for you to be all alone like this.”

She forced herself to produce a polite smile, one that didn’t go into her eyes, suppressing her urge to lay her ears back. There was still a chance he wasn’t coming onto her, and it was an odd relief to muse that he likely hadn’t recognized her by her realm-wide fame, which was refreshing, despite his behavior otherwise. “I’m quite alright, and here in company, thank you.” 

“Company that’s left you alone at the edge of the dance floor?” He shook his head sadly. “No way to treat a lovely lass like you!” He grinned anew, in a way he must have thought was rakishly charming. 

Her smile thinned. “I assure you, I’ve no complaints, thank you for your concern.” She turned away as she said it, hoping to signal her disinterest in further conversation.

He stepped to follow her. “Aw, come now, and that’s hardly a way to treat a sailor in for the first time in a moon!” He spread his arms imploringly as he said it, which also had the effect of blocking off her ability to move further in that direction. “You came to the Wench for a good time, so did I, why not have it together and see how the night takes us?”

Her ears slanted back. “I told you, I came here in company, and I am not interested in your idea of a good time.”

“And I’m telling you that I can give you better than the sorry arse that left you alone! Come now!” He held out his hand.

She raised her head, feeling her roiling distaste, forcing it into her words. “Leave me alone.”

A flicker of uncertainty made his grin falter and stumble. “Oh, there’s no need for that, now, I’m just being friendly-”

A hand clapped down on the sailor’s shoulder, fingers curled in a clawlike grip. The man’s face registered irritation as he turned–and then his face went white.

To everyone else, the person who had forcefully gotten his attention was an especially stern looking Miqo’te woman. To D’zinhla and the man, it was a figure made of shadows, featureless but for the red eyes glowing balefully at him. To everyone else, the voice was quiet and serious. To D’zinhla and the man, it had an eerie effect, as if simultaneously echoing from a deep well and also coming from right beside the ear. ”She told you to leave her alone. Do it, or you won’t spend very long regretting it.”

The man flinched away from both of them, his hands raised fearfully. “Seven bloody hells!”

“That’s a good first step. But you’ll become acquainted with all seven of those hells sooner than you thought if you don’t leave the premises. Immediately.”

Face fully drained of blood, the man wheeled and cut through the crowd, headed directly for an exit.

As he left, the shadows dispersed and coalesced, leaving Airraim with her arms crossed and a murderous expression on her face. Her eyes were still glowing. “I should follow him and teach him to never again speak to a woman that way. Or anyone.”

“I think he’s gotten the point,” D’zinhla said softly, aware of the concerned and curious looks of the people surrounding them. Thankfully the music was still playing, so they hadn’t caused a scene for the entire establishment to gawk at. Feeling unclean, she shook her head, then took hold of Airraim’s arm. “Did you find a place to sit?”

“I did.” The crimson glow in her eyes faded, leaving them their usual pale gold. “Come on,” and she pulled her through the crowd to a table for two up against the wall.

D’zinhla sat heavily, feeling much better with a wall to her back. “Gods,” she said, shaking her head. “Haven’t had one that persistent in a while.”

“I was biding my time to let him get the picture, but he insisted on ignoring you. So I had to take action.” Airraim lifted her chin, as if daring D’zinhla to refute her.

She would have tried to say that it wasn’t necessary, but she knew it would be a losing venture. The greasiness of the man’s insistence still lingered on her. She shuddered again, ending in a lash of her tail into mercifully empty air. “If he didn’t learn from you, he’ll learn from someone with fewer compunctions about drawing a dagger on him in public.”

Airraim snorted. “The only reason I didn’t cleave him in two was because that would be a mess for Baderon, and a ruin of your evening.”

It wasn’t exaggeration. She smiled a tiny smile. “I appreciate the restraint. I wish it hadn’t been necessary at all.”

“So do I,” she said darkly. “But a fool used to taking what he wants doesn’t learn until he gets it scared out of him–or ends up dead first. The way he’s going, it’s more like to be the latter, but I’ve done my work for the former, only in consideration to you. Not like he’s worth it.”

D’zinhla sighed. She didn’t like dwelling on him, rude as he had been.

Airraim looked back toward her, and her gaze mingled a softness that overlaid pure steel beneath. “You are mine, beloved,” she said, reaching across the table to seize D’zinhla’s hands. “You are mine, and I won’t allow such filth as that to tarnish your evening.”

Something shivered within her, her eyes locked to the fierceness of Airraim’s expression. A resonance within her darkness, a reminder of what they shared, what her shadow held of her. Everything. All of me. She softened, closing her eyes and taking a steadying breath, then gently squeezing Airraim’s hands, her lips curling upward. “Well then. Let’s get on with our evening.”

Airraim smiled, releasing her hands to lean back in her chair, a look of satisfaction on her face. “Yes, let’s, and you can start by telling me what songs our fiddler is playing.”

A distraction, but an effective one, and D’zinhla smiled. “Well, it’s Solkzedyr Einfedarsyn, from Swiftperch-”

“Ah, the nimble Roegadyn, I do recall. You were quite impressed with the way he could slide so many notes into those breakdowns.”

She brightened. “Yes! And he’s been playing several Western pieces, but-” she paused to perk her ears, “yes, this one is fully Lominsan, it’s a piece by L’sonri Tia, written when Merlwyb was named Admiral. Gods, I do miss L’sonri’s fiddling, but Solkzedyr is up for it. He’s got his own style to it, of course, but it does honor the original writing much better than others I’ve heard.”

Already she was feeling better, and she knew that Airraim knew, and was deeply satisfied for it. She could hardly fault her. This wasn’t the first time she’d taken very direct action to discourage unwanted attentions on D’zinhla, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. This one was only meaningful for the fact that the man hadn’t recognized her at all, and she wasn’t inclined to pull the “do you know who I am” card, when that was exactly what had drawn some of them before. Besides, what if he’d only learned to respect those with the standing to safely reject him?

She felt a mental caress, and flickered her eyes back to her partner, who was once more gazing at her with a firmly possessive stare. She flushed warmly, biting her lip, then cleared her throat. “Mm, sorry, where was I?”

“Telling me about Lominsan fiddlers of note,” Airraim answered, with an amused arch to her eyebrow.

“Mm, yes, right, well!” It was a good topic to get caught up in, and hopefully drive away the memory of the unfortunate start to her evening, while the way that Airraim was looking at her held a great deal of promise for the end of the evening.

[essence-of-armbarring]

honestly I think my already steadily falling interest in xiv has finally hit a low point, I can't say I'll be interested in 7.0 at launch if it'll just be a continuation of trends in ew

[autumnslance]

All of this ☝️

But Also: those video essays are just emotional click bait, gang. They are coming up with something because they need easy content they can produce fast and that will make you click so their numbers go up and they make money. That's it.

Play the game. Talk to your actual friends. Decide for yourself how you feel about the game, not what some random youtube "influencer" (it's right in the dang title even) tells you based on their own subjective opinion and really dubious "evidence" they pulled out of their ass for monetization.

(also maybe reconsider inhaling new patch content in the same week it drops + also playing other games during lulls or when you're bored or annoyed or whatever, as the producer himself recommends, cuz we know the patch cycle timing, and the story and content in FFXIV is always relevant unlike in a lot of other MMOs.)

You guys, FFXIV is not dying. These video essays about how "the game is dead" are wrong. Just because you aren't enjoying the current content, does not mean the game is dying. FFXIV is doing fine. It has a set schedule that's been the same since StB (possibly HW) and always has low pop times and high pop times.

This whole "omg the game is dead it's bad abandon ship" trend is stupid.

[last-flight-of-fancy]

the irony of going 'i miss ff14 ;-;' while literally playing ff14 (wrist hurty disease forbids combat but not anything i can map to being one-handed; aka big crafting hours) is such. .a feeling.

[sapphicautumn]

Mother’s Day. EW.

Synopsis: Ellie helps celebrate your first Mother’s Day at the farm house together. Basically you’re Dina, but not Dina.

Pairing: Established!relationship Ellie x Fem reader. WLW. Domestic AU.

Content: fluff. Pure fluff.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day! Thank you for all the love I’ve received on the story I posted last night. Tumblr community is so supportive and I love you guys. I wanted to publish a little quick blurb today in honour of the holiday. We also get episode 5 tonight so *rubs hands together* we get to see more of that. If you’re a mom, older sister, or mother figure, have the best day today. <3

Ellie’s boots weighed heavy along the wood floor of the farm house, her ears picking up the soft sound of your laugh. She smiled to herself, putting down her backpack.

She went out hunting early this morning. When she left, you were asleep with JJ wrapped up in the sheet beside you. You’d woken up to a note on the pillow from her.

“Gone hunting. Be back soon. Love you. Happy Mother’s Day <3”

The hand writing made you smile, pressing a kiss to the 4 month old boys head as he woke up too.

You learned about Mother’s Day back in Jackson, you never knew there were designated days that were celebrated for such roles. That’s the sad thing about living in an apocalypse, importance of appreciation is forgotten.

Prior to your own mothers passing, you’d always make her something special. There wasn’t much around, but you’d trade your own items in return for something like semi worn boots, or a patched up winter coat.

And of course, it was always appreciated, not matter how small it seemed.

Ellie on the other hand, never had the experience of a mother-daughter relationship. She had Joel, and that was enough. Things changed when JJ was born-and she wasn’t sure if she’d fit the role of being a mom. It came so naturally to you, like it wasn’t something to think or second guess about. You just did the damn thing.

Her brown hair covered head peeked around the corner, gazing into the playroom. She saw you on the floor, jj sprawled out on his floor mat.

Your hands delicately squeezed his feet, holding them to your mouth as you peppered soft kisses along the soles, the newborns slight giggles bringing a smile to both of your faces. “I love you, little one” you’d coo, absolutely enamoured with the life you created, laying down below you.

Your pregnancy wasn’t fun, like not at all. If you had not had Ellie, you’d probably be in a very dark place. Upon moving to the farm house when you were 6 months pregnant, Ellie had hoped the extra space away from people would soothe your mind, instead, you found yourself crying in her arms almost every night. You didn’t plan on having a baby. Unfortunately you got pregnant without planning it days before breaking things off with your ex boyfriend at the time.

He wasn’t very supportive, which is part of the reason Ellie took you away from the town. To take care of you, but the constant fear of bringing an innocent life into such a cruel and evil world made you guilty, almost as if you were dooming your son from the start.

“He loves you too, im sure of it” Ellie’s quiet voice would interrupt the moment between JJ and you, causing your head to turn, smile crossing your expression.

“You think?”

Ellie walked closer, gently kneeling as she sat beside you. Her chin rested on your shoulder as the two of you looked down at the baby. “Look at how he looks at you…”

With a soft chuckle, you’d crinkle your eyes, head tilting back against her own. “Yeah, that’s cause he wants milk.”

She fondly smiled and pressed a kiss against your ear.

“I didn’t hear you come in, when did you get back?”

“Few minutes ago….” She shrugged, watching you. “I left you a note”

“I saw, I saw” you giggled, hand coming up to brush her hair away. “Happy Mother’s Day to you too, by the way.”

Ellie’s little nose crinkled, “it sounds to weird…to be called a mum. Don’t feel like one sometimes.”

You softened, tilting your head. “You helped with jj, you’re literally raising him with me. In my eyes, that makes you a pretty good mom. I couldn’t do this alone, els.”

And it’s true.

4 months prior, you had been pacing the hallway of the farm house, glaring at Ellie as you waddled past her.

“Why’re you glaring at me, honey?” She’d ask, not admitting it, but a little terrified of you.

“Because I’m in pain and you’re just standing there!!” You didn’t mean to be bitchy, you were overstimulated.

Ellie pushed herself off the counter she leaned on, her hands going to your waist, rubbing over the swell of your stomach. She knew it’s been hell, and she’s tried so hard to keep you comfortable.

“What can I do…?” She mumbled, eyebrows scrunched.

Your palms covered your face, you were crying for the upteenth time today. It’s been an emotional one. “I dunno.”

Ellie sways with you, mind lost in thought. “Your water hasn’t broken yet-”

“But I’m having contractions, they are like, in my back.” You whine, guiding her palms to rub your lower spine.

With a nod, she speaks. “Yeah, that’s normal I think. I’m sorry it hurts, sweetheart” her whispers tickled your neck. “Let me take you upstairs, please? I’ll get you comfy in the bathroom. I’m not gonna leave your side tonight. Pinky promise.”

With a huff, your stubborn ass let her assist you upstairs. You were placed into the small bath, the warm water soothing the sharp pangs of the contractions that were on and off.

Ellie dimmed the harsh light and sat beside you outside the tub. “I’m here…” her hands held a plastic cup, filling it with water and rinsing it down your back to keep you distracted.

She sat with you all night, until 3:43am when jj made his (loud) entrance into the world. She’d seen a lot of things in her life, but watching you place the newborn baby against your chest with a swell of pride in your eyes, was by far one of, if not the best, things she’s ever seen.

“You did it, oh god baby, im so proud of you” Ellie’s panicked little giggle echoed in the bathroom, leaning forward to kiss your head, then the baby.

Ellie’s true test of companionship with you was the weeks following, when you’d fallen into the mental rabbit hole of postpartum. You hated the way you looked, hated being around the baby for too long, not because you didn’t love him, but you really thought he hated you or something. The brain can really mess you up.

“My love, jj doesn’t hate you. He’s a baby…he’s fussy ‘s all” Ellie would try to soothe you and the infants crying, bouncing across the nursery gently as she held him tightly.

“He won’t latch!”

“He’s probably got a tummy ache or something?” She tried, looking down. Her heart aches for both of you. “I’m sure he will be alright, babies are unpredictable, sometimes they cry for no reason. You didn’t do anything, baby”

She didn’t know it, but Ellie was really the glue of the group. Keeping you stable, keeping the baby safe and cared for whenever you needed time.

How could she think of herself as anything less than a good parent?

You kissed her nose, then her lips.

You three sat in the playroom, still on the floor. “You’re as much as his mom as I am…I mean that ellie…”

Her eyes softened shyly, fingers moving down to touch the baby. His grip was strong, little tiny fingers wrapping around Ellie’s thumb tightly. “Thanks”

Your hands cupped her face as you kissed her once more. “Don’t thank me…” a peck. And another. And another.

Ellie giggled and tucked her head back to look at you.

“I got you something.”

You tilted your head curiously. “Oh?”

“Mhm…stay here” her smirk widened as she stood up, leaving for a moment. You looked down at the baby as you guided his tiny body up, cradling the boy against your chest.

Few minutes pass before Ellie comes back in, holding something behind her back. “Ok…so…I don’t know how you’ll feel about this?”

A slight smile creeps up, you’re only more curious with the lack of context. “Okay….?”

Ellie sat in front of you again, she pulled out the item from behind her.

“Ellie…”

It was a little silver ring, it was a bit worn, as Ellie found it in an abandoned store. It was rare to find anything in tact, but to find something like this? She had to take it.

“I just, uh…so, I don’t know if it’ll fit. Kinda just, took it.” Her nervous giggle made your ears flush. “Let me try it on then”

You held your hand out, watching her slide it onto your ring finger. It’s a little big. “Fuck” Ellie frowned. “I’m sure I can fix it for you”

“Thank you baby, I love it. Seriously.” Your voice was fond, soft and thoughtful.

“I love you a lot”

You watched her speak. “I love you more”

“Nuhuh”

“Yeah huh”

Jj coos, interrupting both of you, causing Ellie to laugh. “Oh, someone wants attention. Lemme see him”

You carefully handed over the baby, watching your girlfriend cuddle your son to her chest. Something in you fluttered

“Careful, he has that little soft spot” you gesture to his scalp. Ellie cringed, glancing at it. She loved JJ, but some thing icked her out. She placed her palm on his head, shielding it.

You stood up and went over to your desk. “Well…I got you something too, it doesn’t compare to a ring but-”

“You got me something?” Ellie spoke, almost surprised.

“Yeah?” Your voice soothed, coming over with a canvas. “Of course I did….” You handed over the artwork, Ellie coos, almost wanting to cry.

It was a painting of your hand print, with jj’s handprints inside your own. Oh how sweet…

“You’re such a sap” she muttered, trying to act nonchalant.

“You’re tearing up!” Your voice teased as Ellie giggles, shaking her head. “Because I love you! I love potato, I love you both so much….” Her fingers wipe her cheek before looking down again at the picture. She placed it down. “Cmere”

You leaned in and kissed her softly, a little more than a peck. When you pulled away you nuzzled against her face, humming. “I love you too…we both do. Let me make us lunch, and we can eat outside on the grass together. Little picnic.” You offered, knowing you’d have more time to love on her after the baby went to bed.

“That sounds lovely.” Ellie’s eyes crinkled, smiling up at you as your body stood. She admired the way your body looked in overalls, she loved every change you possessed after having the baby.

The three of you spent the afternoon on a towel outside, watching the sky as you ate. “He’s gettin fussy huh?” Ellie frowned, tickling the baby’s stomach gently.

“He needs his nap”

Ellie’s eyebrows quirked, making you roll your eyes. “Pervert”

“Oh so I’m a pervert for loving my wife?”

“Since when did we marry?”

Ellie smiles gently, shrugging. “You don’t wanna marry?” Her tone is teasing

“Never…said that” your tone was similar, smiling, making Ellie lean forward and jokingly kiss your neck all messily.

“Hey!! Hey! Stop, im gonna drop our damn kid”

The two of you watched each other like lovesick puppies, she took the baby from you very carefully.

You both walked inside the screen door, entering the cooler aired house. Ellie gently laid the half asleep boy into the cot. “Nap time, bubba”

Your back leaned against the wall, watching from afar. Ellie came over to you and smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist in what seemed like an innocent hug. “Mmmm”

She sighs against your shoulder before leaning down and picking you up, over her shoulder. You tried to not laugh, as the newborn was sleeping a few feet away. “Ellie!” Your voice raised a stern whisper.

She found it hilarious. “Cmon mama”

You snorted as she led you upstairs, allowing you on your back, against the bed. You widely smirked, reaching up to hold her shoulders. “You’re so annoying, Yknow that? Right?”

“Am i?” Ellie’s voice gave away sarcasm. “I’m soooo the worst.” Her hands tickled as her lips kissed your neck.

You clung to her, feeing the calm bliss and comfort of the moment sink in. You were pretty lucky.

Your eyes darted to the wall, seeing that Ellie had hung up the painting you and jj made. Oh god I do wanna marry her. You almost wish that ring she gave you was an engagement.

As long as you had them, you’d be alright. You and your little family.

<3

[sightseeinglog]

[mystellenia]

ellie with a clumsy gf ୨ৎ

summary: how ellie cares for her clumsy girlfriend

content: nothing thats nsfw!! just ellie being a cutie concerned gf

notes: answer to this req!! SHES SO PUPU BABYGIRL IN THAT PIC I WANNA BITE HER JFWIBFJWKRJR. she's actually so beautiful i can't. entirely unrelated: idk how i feel about this... but i’m trying not to be like EW I HATE THIS FUCK THIS ITS SO BAD. like i dont even feel like that but we already know how i feel about this formatting. its growing on me tho

(wc 0.39k) so short i know guys i gotta dip my feet

constantly laughing but also concerned at how you manage to trip and bump and bruise yourself up on literal air

in apocalypse au, she's always been very aware of her surroundings bc of patrol and combat and stuff so she tries to keep you out of the way of things that she knows you'll bump into

always has an ice pack chilled and ready to go in the freezer in case you bump yourself real hard and it's sore because ice helps bumps not bruise right when you get them (looking at you guys clumsy ladies write that one down)

always warns you about things right as they're happening since you get into things SO FAST

like just as you're bumping into something or dropping an item she's blurting out, "wait! there's- a shirt on the floor"/"remember- that the washing machine door is open"/"baby, you're gonna drop that- just... like you did just now. you okay?"

always asks what you did to get a new bruise. she'll notice a new one and joke, "oh, what did you do this time?" and you'll respond, "i may have walked into the dishwasher while the door was down... but this one doesn't hurt that bad 😁" it's become like a little game

she's become sooo desensitized to any bump or bang sound in the house bc she knows its just you. not to say she doesn't care about you getting hurt--she immediately throws out a "you good?!" or "you need me?"--she just knows you know what to do: ice pack or heat compress. it's routine now.

read that low vitamin c levels make you bruise easily, so always has vitamin c rich snacks stocked up. oranges and strawberries and other fruits, always ready!

she's so stupid in love that she'll cut the fruits up into hearts or try nd make the most simple little animals with them from some mother of 3's tutorial on instagram reels and genuinely gets upset when she can't recreate them.

^ like you notice her absolutely maiming some apples and ask, "ummm why are you slicing and dicing that poor apple?" and she'll mumble, "it's supposed to be a stupid crab."

and for my ladies with darker skin where bruises aren't as visible or even just pale skin that just doesn't bruise easily, she's still just as concerned. and since there is no visible warning of a sore spot, she's hurriedly apologizing after pressing on a sore spot or laying on a tender patch.

@abbysbug @picklesarenice69

hello to my clitter critters. soooooooo erm sorry about going like basically inactive for like 2 weeks i got into the fight of a lifetime with my mother 😊 we still beefing 😊 dw tho when she's old and wrinkly i’ll have power of attorney and trust the cord WILL be plugged.

like i’m joking but as of now that bitch is an opp fr

but anywhoooo i’m back. and my dinosaur of a laptop had a health scare and i thought i was gonna have to plan a funeral for her but she went to the doctor (apple store) and she's all better. idk how it still works so well now bc my mom got this when obama was still president 😆 don't y'all worry tho this motherboard does nothing but purr we chillin (the fan turns on whenever there are too many graphics moving)

[tojipie]

Hello my love! I know you’ve been gone for a while but I wanted to stop by and ask if you have any realistic but unhinged toji headcannons? Hopefully this gets you into the spirit of writing again, I don’t mean to overstep. We miss you❤️.

hello sweet anon :( i’ve admittedly been struggling with my mental health a whole ton which is why i’ve been gone but this ask really did help me get back into the groove of writing just a bit <3 thank u for stopping by ! mwah

this is just me saying shit to say it pls don't take this srsly !

content: fluff, mentions of alc, smoking, suggestive talk but not smut, a little angst

was a victim of the xandemic in his late 20s so one of his pupils is a little bigger than the other

initially hated ambulances because of the absurd cost but grew to hate them even more because the attention makes him uncomfortable. oh you want to take his blood pressure? ew, don’t touch him. that’s weird. would rather patch himself up than sit under a gaggle of fluorescent lights for 6 hours in an ER waiting room.

shiu has been a co-signer on every apartment he’s ever rented because his credit score is in the single digits.

picked up vaping on accident after the corner store ran out of cigs when he needed them most. still prefers marlboros because he likes that searing feeling in the back of his throat. throws the cartons out his car window like a freak.

his drivers license is crumpled. like physically crumpled like paper. he has no idea how it happened but when he needs to use it at the liquor store he definitely gets stares.

will forever be devoted to his late wife. mentally at least. she’s the love of his life but in his mind sex with other women isn’t really cheating right? like he uses a condom sometimes so it’s fine probably? he's not gonna stay celibate for the rest of his life. the topic keeps him up at night.

has a scar from an appendectomy right above his v line that women go crazy for. he’s not entirely sure what they like about it but he’s been touched there so many times that it’s morphed into an erogenous zone.

slut for fast food. would rather get a vanilla shake and dip his fries in it till his stomach hurts than spend time at a sit-down restaurant. eats like shit but still maintains his physique, infuriatingly enough.

hates being in public more than you’d think. it’s a deeply uncomfortable feeling that stems from the risk that being discovered poses during jobs. he prefers to have groceries ordered, meals delivered, and shiu take his car down to the shop if needed. if hes out and about he’s either at the casino tables or the liquor store.

is down for whatever if the price is right. like truly. older women love what he has going on which works well in his favor because it puts a roof over his head. absolutely no shame once money is involved.

has tried to get help for his gambling addiction a few brief times. got close once and then decided to hit the blackjack tables to celebrate his progress. he jokes about how things ended up from time to time but deep down he knows it’s pretty serious.

shops at the goodwill bins mostly. made an effort to stop stealing as much because of how dirt cheap the thrift is but couldn't stick to it. likes to go down the jeans isle and look for change in the pockets. his biggest score was a 5 dollar bill that had been through the washer so many times it was practically blank.

there's a little voice in the back of his head telling him to have more kids and he's not opposed to listening.

[kobunnie]

fall activities

ft. kageyama + oikawa + akaashi + astumu

⤻ summary ; it's fall time, so what activities are you doing with the hq boys?

⤻ word count ; 1.6k

⤻ genre ; fluff

⤻ cw ; none

⤻ pronouns ; none mentioned

⤻ a/n ; my favorite season is fall (and halloween is my favorite holiday) - so since it's september already, it's practically that time so here's a self-indulgent hc ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

𝜗𝜚 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

his favorite fall activity to do with you is pumpkin carving

it's an intimate activity without being too high maintenance or energy

he enjoys going to the pumpkin patch and watching as you grab various different sized pumpkins, trying to find the perfect one for your newest carved pumpkin

kageyama also likes just being around you, listening to your stories from the day as you scoop pumpkin guts out of a giant pumpkin

he likes this activity more than others because he just likes to watch you and your concentrated face as you carefully carve your design into your chosen pumpkin

he thinks you're cutest when you're concentrated on something

besides, he also likes to put your pumpkins outside next to each other where they stay for the entirety of their lives, imagining that it's you and him together

you slammed your too-large pumpkin onto the table, preparing your tools as kageyama already began on his own. he watched as you carefully traced your design onto your pumpkin, admiring the way your face scrunched up as you scratched out a mistake you had made.

"ew, i hate this part." you scooped the pumpkin guts out of the top of your pumpkin, cringing from the texture coating your hands.

kageyama watched you intently as you carefully carved around your stencil, careful to avoid accidentally cutting your own hands. he was barely even focusing on his pumpkin, to caught up in watching you perform what you would call a mundane task. but he didn't care, he liked watching you.

"what are you thinking of carving?" he asked, scooping out the insides of his own pumpkin.

you looked up and winked at him, causing a flutter he felt in his chest and stomach. "it's a surprise."

he smiled to himself as you got back to work, humming your favorite song. the silence was comforting, and kageyama felt content watching you work.

when you slammed your tools down he looked up, almost done with his own. "what do you think of this?" you asked excitedly, spinning your pumpkin around with a flourish.

kageyama stared at the loopy grin and mismatched eyes of your pumpkin, a smile growing on his face. it suited you perfectly. "i love it, y/n."

"eeee!! look, it's winking at you, tobio!"

𝜗𝜚 OIKAWA TOORU

loves to take you to the local fall festival whenever it opens each season

his favorite part of the festivals are the games - he likes to win as many prizes as possible and give them all to you

even when you say you've had enough prizes, he'll want to keep going because he thinks the games are fun and he likes to shower you in gifts

it gets to the point where a few parents give him dirty looks because not only is he hogging the games, he's winning all the prizes

but he also enjoys the atmosphere of being at the festival with you

the smell of food is in the air and there are so many opportunities for things he can get you, whether it be in food or physical gifts

he also enjoys going on the hayride with you at sunset, turning it into a too-romantic event between the two of you despite the kids sitting across from you on the ride

"and that's another win for me!" oikawa gloated, claiming his small teddy bear prize and a free voucher for one caramel apple.

"you're stealing these from the kids, you know," you said, grabbing the teddy bear from him and putting it into your bag where three others already sat.

he shrugged. "i'm just too good at the games. let's go to the pumpkin toss next."

you sidled next to him, grasping his hand in yours. "what about we go into the corn maze instead?"

"uhm, that's how we go missing, y/n."

you laughed. "ok then, tooru, what do you suggest we do?"

he pretended to think for a moment, adopting a thoughtful expression. he grinned down at you. "let's go on the hayride."

"that's perfect!" you looked up at the sky, watching as the sun began to recede behind the curvature of the earth. "it'll be perfect to watch the sunset on!"

when the two of you boarded the ride, you sat close to oikawa and he held your hand tightly in yours. as the cart jumbled along uneven roads, you admired the landscape of the area. nature was always prettiest in the fall. you felt oikawa staring down at you and you looked up at him.

he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "you are so beautiful, y/n."

"ewwwww!" the kids across from you exclaimed, faces morphed in disgust.

oikawa grumbled, "beat it, kids!"

𝜗𝜚 AKAASHI KEIJI

can't get enough of bingeing horror movies with you

loves the way you cuddle into him when you're frightened, and how cute your face is when you try to act brave

uses it as an excuse to be close to you

he also likes to talk about the movie contents with you

he likes to hear you gush about what you liked and didn't like, and your theories for the plot and which characters were your favorite

he always admires the way your face lights up when talking about something you enjoyed

he also just likes having nights in with you - ordering food and cuddling under blankets and pillows together

half of the time he spends watching you and your reactions instead of the movie

"i don't like this, keiji," you murmured from behind a pillow. akaashi glanced at you as you held the pillow tighter, attempting to use it as a shield between you and the screen.

he moved closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "it's just a movie, y/n."

"yeah, but it looks so real." you cuddled into his flank, peeking above the pillow as the characters on screen discussed what to do about the mysterious figure chasing them in the dark.

akaashi smiled slightly at the look on your face. sure, you were terrified but you just looked too cute to him. your eyes were wide and watching, and your lips were parted in an "o" shape, ready to let out a squeal of surprise when something would inevitably jump out at the scream. he honestly rarely actually watched the movie playing, much preferring to watch it through your reactions.

you laid your head into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent - it calmed you. you felt his hands rub your arms, a silent notion that he was there and protecting you. something jumped out of the screen suddenly, causing you to screech and hide your face in akaashi's shirt.

you felt his low chuckle stemming from his chest. "i've got you, y/n," he said, his breath blowing over the top of your head. "nothing is going to get you."

you nodded into his shirt, not yet daring to look away. he was like your knight in shining armor, you're very own protector. "can we change the movie to something less scary?"

"of course, baby."

𝜗𝜚 MIYA ATSUMU

will always be up for baking fall-themed desserts with you during the season

isn't that into baking himself, but likes to do things that you like to do, so he cooperates with excitement

plus, he enjoys eating what you make

also finds it fun when you experiment with new flavors and different sweet treats so he often sends you recipes he finds on the internet that you guys can try together

doesn't do that much baking himself, but is basically there just to be your assistant

he gives you ingredients, tools, reads the recipes, and taste tests everything you make (also everything at each step - raw batter fears him)

and more often than not, something tends to go wrong

"i'm thinking we make pumpkin spice cookies," you said, pulling out a large mixing bowl.

atsumu nodded, watching you grab all the ingredients you needed from the cabinets. "can we shape them into little pumpkins?"

you whirled around, an excited look on your face. "tsumu! that's an amazing idea, it'll be so cute!"

atsumu flushed at the tone of your voice, watching as you pulled out the recipe. he leaned over your shoulder, pressing his chin into the crook of your neck, leaving a light kiss on your skin. you giggled and pushed him back. "ok, so first, we need to get the flour and sugar."

"on it!" he said, saluting. you laughed at his antics as he went to grab the flour. however, his enthusiasm might've been a little too much because as he moved, flour poured over it's container and splattered all over the front of his clothes.

you stared at your boyfriend covered in flour, trying your hardest to hold back a giggle.

"are you laughing at me?" you shook your head, covering your mouth. "because if you are . . ."

atsumu reached into the container, grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at you. you screeched and covered your face. "atsumu!"

"take this!" he flung a little bit more at you, making sure you were covered in the substance from head-to-toe. "can't laugh at me if we look the same."

"stop it! you are ridiculous!" you exclaimed, trying to sound annoyed but it didn't work so well when you had a giant smile on your face.

atsumu grinned and pulled you into a hug, rubbing even more flour onto you. you squealed and punched his shoulder. "tsumu! stop messing around, we need to make our cookies."

"we have enough flour on ourselves to be the cookies," he piped.

you rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "whatever, now get me the sugar."

[impossible-rat-babies]

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[wayward-travelers]

FFXIVwrite2024 Masterpost

I'm not trying to write for every prompt, but since what I've wrote so far is just one single story unfolding slowly, I figured a masterpost might help.

Rating: M (for the themes) Spoilers: EW to patch 6.5 Content warning: colonialism & war (in line with the game) Main OCs: Hanae, Emhih'a, Aku and Inge

As Garlemald falls, one woman is seizing the opportunity to rise.

In reading order:

Steer

Stamp

Reticent

Lend an ear

Butte

Shade

Rating: G Spoilers: none Content warning: none Main OC: Inge

Just a blurb about coming back from Carteneau, not directly related to the story above

Memory