#ffxiv prompt

[ffxivaltaholic]

Vierapril 2024 - Prompt 1 - Regal

[jdtrashman]

Just For Fun FFXIV Prompt List #7: Voidsent/Aether

this is for @ladyramora's just for fun FFXIV prompt list.

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There was a beast aboard the S. S. Carpathian.

Tiberius Vol Vanus, acting captain due to the recent, gruesome death of his superior, waited in the bridge along with the remaining crew members. They all had their guns drawn and pointed towards the sole door leading to the rest of the ship, waiting for her. They knew she was coming. None of them had the courage to so much as blink, knowing how fast the beast was. Oh, they knew very well indeed how fast she was...

It began a week ago. The Carpathian - once a military vessel until the captain brought it disgrace during a battle 2 years ago - had been reassigned to cleaning debris from the waters surrounding the Thavnairian colonies. A hearts and minds campaign pushed by Gaius Van Baelsar to improve relations between Garlemald and its liberated countries - as well as bringing a more useful form of discipline to dishonored vessels.

Cleaning the debris left in the waters after military actions to ensure fishing is uninterrupted was boring work, but For The Empire and all that. It was during one such cleaning run that The Beast snuck aboard the ship. No one - at least no one who was alive to speak of it - knew how she got aboard.

At first, they thought her just a normal stowaway - having found her in the larder, devouring food like a woman possessed. Her bright red hair long, wild and frazzled, her body starved down to the bone. She raved at the cooks and the guards like an animal, her words a slurred mix of panicked shrieks and some language that none of them spoke. Even reduced to skin and bones, it took 4 fully grown men to restrain this woman of 19 summers.

Were it up to him, Tiberius would have had her shot. Stealing from an imperial military vessel was an executable offense, why wait for a trial whose outcome is known from the jump? But ever the man of protocol, the captain had her cuffed and thrown in the brig.

And sometime that following night, The Beast awoke.

That was two days ago. Two days ago, this ship was manned by 160 men and women. Now they were down to ten. The captain was the latest to die, staying behind to ensure their escape, and to "regain some of that lost honor", as he put it. Within two turns of a corner, they heard him screaming, followed by the tearing of skin and breaking of bones. Now it was just them. And the waiting.

No one spoke, sniffed, or even coughed. The few soldiers, cooks, and janitors that remained aboard the Carpathian just watched that infernal door as if one single eye taken off of it would produce The Beast by itself.

None of it mattered, of course. The Beast came all the same.

A great stomping echoed down the hall, towards the door. Guns cocked, joined by the growing smell of urine soaked pants. Metal groaned and creaked with the force of what was beyond the slab of metal that kept them all alive. And then, a knocking. A gentle rapping against the bridge door. "Could someone get the door?" asked a voice so eerily feminine and sweet. "In all the rank and file of the Garlean military, be there no gentlemen to open the door for a lady?"

Tiberius found his voice. "Begone, beast!" he shouted. "There is nothing for you here!"

A long, horrifying quiet followed. Then, "Very well. I shall let myself in." A crash, as the metal door was blasted from its hinges, into the room towards him, and all went black and quiet.

He awoke minutes later, pinned beneath that great steel door, surrounded by the dead. And standing above him, perched on the slab of metal that was his shackle to this nightmare like a gargoyle, was The Beast. A pale face stained with flecks of red, and haloed by great drapes of red hair, and a smile that....no, no that was not a smile.

The Beast held a photograph up to his bleary, tear filled eyes. "Do you know who this is?" she asked. The photo, blurry, out of focus, clearly taken in a great hurry from someone desperate, was still, unmistakably, "Livia...Li, Livia Sas Junus," he confessed.

The Beast chuckled, then spoke to no one, "That good enough?" A pause for some unknown reply before looking back down at him, "Where is she?"

Even a ship as far down the foodchain as the Carpathian knew where the higher officers were at all times. And there was no point in lying now. "E-Eorzea, she has been reassigned to the campaign for Eorzea!"

"Eorzea..." whispered a different voice from her lips. More human, yet more deranged. Closer in tone and cadence to the starved madwoman they captured.

The Beast hopped off and made for the door. He had no strength left, save for that which he used to satisfy one last shred of curiosity. "What the hell are you...?"

The Beast looked back, and two voices emerged from those dry, bloody lips. "I am what emerges...when you burn the forest down."

[tsunamimatsika]

forgot that i had this inspo chart, originally it had six slots but as a friend put it

>six slots >"does it look like i give a shit how many slots it actually has"

also ignore tsunami's deadname on there

(characters listed from left to right and top down: Rampart [Apex], Nico Goldstein [DMCV], Imca [Valkyria 3], Kiryu Sento [Kamen Rider Build], Rindou [Shokugeki no Soma], Hildryn [Warframe], Noi [Dorohedoro], Alita [Gunnm], Sol Badguy [Guilty Gear], Dr. Naomi [No More Heroes], Yukina [Kabaneri], Yang Xiaolong [RWBY], Harrier duBois [Disco Elysium], Adam Jensen [Deus Ex HR/MD], Tenryuu [Kantai Collection], Michiko [Michiko x Hatchin])

[macabreffxiv]

Physically restraining myself from lyric analysis'ing for my WOL on someone else's post. This is my niche, yes, I love music to go along with my OCs. You can find my WOL's playlist here! I would say the song I'm most interested in terms of Ambrose's portrayals would be Cage by Dir en grey. It's so... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

do yall have playlists for your wols/ocs? I wanna hear about what's on em! even if it's just one song that's so "them" to you! (bonus points also if you're willing to share a link!!)

[godspeedwagon]

"Faith is unseen but felt, faith is strength when we feel we have none, faith is hope when all seems lost." — Catherine Pulsifer

[adistantstargazer]

[ Goldwing ]

[sofusenpai]

vierapril: day 9 (dance)

[mortporter]

For both varieties of Mort (nonWoL and WoL) his family is a mix of tribe and found.

Loreta and Hahatere run the orphanage that took him in when he was younger, having been violently separated from his tribe when the Empire swept across Gyr Abania. At first Mort chaffed against them and the other children taken in, but eventually took it upon himself to look after all these silly city folk. He's taken on a considerable amount of Loreta and Hahatere's debts to repay them for their kindness and drops by often with new stories and trinkets from his travels with the children still under their care.

As for his tribe, Mort's recently found them and reconnected, although there have been a few snags. Rtajha is is only full blooded sister and she's honestly his biggest fan. She traveled from the desert to Eorzea to find him in the first place after twenty years apart! His other sisters have been warm and welcoming, elated to have some good news for a change and he travels back to the desert as much as he can to visit and bring the tribe supplies. Even the new nunh has welcomed him back, glad to see an old friend's son safe.

His own mother however...not so much, for reasons that Mort can only guess at for now. Mort's also gained an annoying younger brother (despite not sharing any blood) who's not super keen at suddenly not being the only potential future nunh, but they're working on it.

6/6/24

what is your wol(oc)'s relationship with their family like? Is their family a found family?

[ryuucae]

Forest venture

[mimble-sparklepudding]

OC Asks In The Library.

A little list of OC Asks based on various literary genres.

Action and Adventure:

Is your OC particularly "heroic"? What does that word mean to them? Have they always seen it as something to aspire to - or perhaps as a fate to be avoided?

Does your OC enjoys travelling to new places and challenging themselves with new experiences? Or would they sooner stick to the comforting and the familiar?

Is your OC more likely to be the rescuer, or the one in need of rescue? Have they ever found themselves in either role? Or perhaps both?

How dynamic is your OC? Are they quick to leap into action? Or are they more sluggish or sedate?

How handy is your OC in a fight? Could they give a good account of themselves in a brawl? Or are they more likely to hide under a table?

Romance and Erotica:

Does your OC utilise their looks to get their own way? Or is it more often the case that their appearance is a hindrance to their ability to connect with others?

Has your OC always had a clear idea of the kind of person they would fall in love with? Were they right? Or do they have yet to find out?

How much interest does your OC take in the love lives of others? Are they keen to give and receive the latest gossip? Or do they prefer remain unaware of other people's business in that regard?

How important is it to your OC that they are desirable? Does it matter to whom?

Has your OC ever dreamed of being a romantic hero or heroine? What would be the ideal storyline in which they could play such a role?

Crime and Mystery:

Does your OC enjoy puzzles, riddles and logic problems? Or do they find them frustrating or tiresome?

Is breaking the law sometimes justified in your OC's view? Or is this something they would consider only under the most dire of circumstances - if at all?

Has your OC ever uncovered the truth behind a mystery or rumour? Have they perhaps solved a murder, discovered a lost city or translated a prophecy?

If your OC was the victim of a crime, or other immoral act, would they report it to the authorities or would they take it upon themselves to enact vengeance?

Is your OC open about their past and their current motivations? Or do they prefer to keep an element of mystery - or even to appear as someone entirely different to who they truly are?

Humour and Satire:

Is your OC a "good sport"? Or do they bristle at the first sign of disrespect or mockery? How far can people go with teasing them?

Does your OC have any favourite clean jokes, suitable for polite company? Are they considered to be particularly witty and amusing socially?

Is your OC the sort of person to find slapstick amusing? Or do they prefer more sophisticated forms of comedy?

Does your OC like to tease or mock others? Do the targets of their jokes usually find it amusing themselves? Or are they often cruel or bullying in their attempts to humiliate others?

How good is your OC at recognising sarcasm and/or irony?

Young Adult and Children:

Did your OC have a favourite bedtime story as a child? Do they remember it clearly now?

Does your OC come from a culture where there are rituals or celebrations to mark the transition from childhood to adulthood?

How old would your OC say they were at the point their childhood ended? Do they consider this too soon? Or perhaps too late?

Does your OC prefer happy endings? Or do they consider themselves too sophisticated - or perhaps cynical - for such things?

Was there a fictional character, perhaps from a story or legend, that had a particular impact upon your OC as a child? What was it about them that was so inspiring for your OC?

Science Fiction and Fantasy:

What is your OC's greatest hope for future generations?

Is your OC particularly imaginative? Could they imagine what an different planet might look like for example?

Has your OC ever undertaken a specific quest or mission? Did they succeed?

Does your OC value the journey, or are they purely focussed upon the destination?

Is your OC the sort to throw themselves into battle on behalf of the oppressed or downtrodden? Or would they only help others if it benefitted them in some way?

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIV Glamtober 2024

A month of prompts for creating new and exciting glamours!

Rules:

Please refrain from using gear mods. (Upscales or very minor edits will be tolerated.)

Using tools that enable you to include gear items you don't technically own is ok. This is about design, not possession.

Tag liberally for spoilers or spicy content.

Use the tag #ffxivglamtober2024

The prompts are meant to be wide open to interpretation so have fun with them!

Prompts in text under the cut:

On the Road

Autumn

Match your Mount

Aldenard

Tank

At Home

Winter

Ilsabard

Melee

Pirate or Cowboy

Holiday

Spring

Othard

Ranged

Sweet or Spicy

____punk

Summer

Tural

Magic

Another Time

Another World

Ball or Party

Healer

Dress to Impress

Borrowed Clothes

Hand or Land

Divine or Demonic

Sun or Moon

Vibrant

Monochrome

Spooky or Supernatural

[ffxivaltaholic]

Prompt #1: Steer

#FFxivWrite2024

I have endured many things in my life, those experiences taught me patience, even with the most unpleasant and difficult tasks... But this was truly a test of wills... "Hello? Hey, eorzea to Jellal? Jelly-beaaaaan." The grating tone of her voice snapped him back from his thoughts, amber eyes refocusing on the blonde woman sitting in front of him. "Hm?" A look of annoyance graced the man's face and he uttered a small sigh and composed himself. "Ah yes... Anyways, now that we've gone over the basics of the machine, you mostly need practice, preferably in a large open area without things.. Or people... That could become unfortunate pilons." A deep exhale as Jellal watched his cousin with a leery expression. She'd managed to mount the motorcycle fine, even turn it on without issue, but driving and steering it was a whole other challenge, and the vehicle was set to his specifications and power. It had some kick to it. "Perhaps I should just build you a smaller vehicle, with less power and... Guns..." Among other weapons hidden among the parts of the custom magitek bike. The look he received would cause the Seeker's ears to flatten back as Vassyl, her big shiny eyes lit up like a child's stared at him with delight at the idea. "Would you really build me one?" Since they had encountered each other during the war, neither aware of remnants of their family until then, he had always been a stubborn, crass and difficult man to deal with, regardless of being family. There were times the young Miqo'te woman wanted to yeet him off the nearest cliff, but the man had mellowed a bit since the war, getting married, and shifting his career path. He was tolerable most days, and after all, still family no matter how difficult he could be. Reaching up to brush a loose strand from her face, Vassyl offered him a cheeky little grin, awaiting his answer. Initially the man would simply huff and cross his arms, seeming to think about the suggestion he had made and the possible implications it could lead to. There would need to be some considerations made. "Yes but... On the condition you are not reckless with it. Your mother would bury me alive if you were injured by my influence." Jellal had come to terms with the fact that he would never be an overtly good person, even with his efforts to redeem those many years in service to Garlemald, a conscript and slave under their rule, and a soldier who carried the blood of many on his hands, for the war machines he had built. Even so, he kept trying to be better, in not for himself but for Vassyl who despite so much loss in the war had somehow managed to keep such a positive demeanor, and for his wife Iaella, who had seen the same horrors as him from the other side and yet managed to always wake with a smile and warm his once frigid outlook on life. The looked she gave brought out an unexpected chuckle from the Seeker and he waited as Vassyl mulled over the words before her expression matched his own. "Who me? Tch! I am far more capable than you take me for! But... I will be safe. I promise." As much as the woman enjoyed teasing her cousin relentlessly, the genuine concern in his words caused her to ease up a little. "Can you put a little snack compartment on it?" The request caught him entirely off guard and the Miqo'te flicked his tail with a mix of bemusement and annoyance all in one. "A.. Snack... Compartment...?" Jellal muttered the words and reached a hand up to run through his messy hair. Finally a deep sigh would compose him. "Sure why not...."

[jdtrashman]

Countdown To Dawntrail Week 3: Yotsuyu

Week 3 of @voidsentprinces' countdown to dawntrail series. About damn time I got around to Beloch

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The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee.

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy.

Beloch Bluesail stood up and back from the corpse of his father, blood dripping from his still-clenched fist. For a while there was no sound but the creak of the wood as the seas wrapped against the walls of the great barque they rode aboard. The Maritime Maiden. The only home Beloch had ever known for 19 years.

The pirates had found him as a baby off the coast of Doma, the lone survivor of a shipwreck. The au ra's small, scaly blue body had been wrapped in a blue sail - hence the name - as a final, desperate act by his birth father to keep his son warm. Beloch was raised by the captain of the crew as his only son, and for 19 years, things were good. Or at least he thought they were.

The truth was, in the past year, there had been signs that the captain had been hiding things from him. More money had been coming in, whose source was unknown. Then, earlier tonight, Beloch had come to bid his father goodnight and heard...strange sounds coming from his quarters. The door was cracked open, from which the sound of strangled sobs and heavy breathing could be heard. Against all better judgement, Beloch inched closer to the door and peered inside.

The next thing he knew, he was standing over his father, dead. He slowly turned to the girl. No older than he was, clothes torn, body curled up and shaking with sobs, a single terrified eye gazing at him through long black hair. Twelve only knew what he looked like to her.

Beloch's mind began to race. How long had this sort of thing been happening? He slowly walked over to his fathe-to the captain's desk, and began rifling through the drawers. What he found chilled him to the bone. A while, turns out. A long, long while. For the past year and a half, this ship had taken up the business of smuggling people. With the captain clearly getting to enjoy some of the goods himself. This latest...shipment, was from a bunch of raiders who kidnapped half a village's worth of people. Nothing in the papers spoke of anyone else being bought, just this one. Which made things simpler.

Beloch made his way back over to the young woman. Gently, slowly, he crouched down on one knee and held out the hand that wasn't covered in blood. "Come with me," he said. "we need to get you off this ship."

With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more

Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,

That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed,

When the gales of November came early

13 years later, Beloch found himself back in Doma. Last time he was here was the day before he burnt his life to the bottom of the sea. Now he was here to help set it free from Garlean occupation. Not quite what he had signed up for when he accepted Minfillia's job offer 2 years ago, but whatever.

"There she is," growled Gosetsu. Beloch peeked over Allie and Rhea to get a look at the "Witch of Doma". And when he saw her face, no longer twisted in fear, but now stretched into a contemptuous sneer as Garlean soldiers at her flank bullied the helpless villagers, his heart sank into his knotted-up stomach. His head felt light and woozy, and he almost fell over from the shock.

"Beloch?" asked Allie, placing a hand on his arm. "Yo, babe, you okay?" Rhea perked up at Allie's concern and joined her in checking on him. It was here that he finally noticed how hard he had been breathing.

"I-I uh, I just," he sputtered, trying to stay calm and quiet. Now everyone was looking at him. He never liked sharing his past, so burdened with shame he had been for the past decade. But Musosai's wisdom rang in his head: it was time to tell them. If not now, then when? "I...I know her."

The ship was the pride of the American side

Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin

As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most

With a crew and a captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms, with a couple of steel firms

When they left, fully loaded, for Cleveland

Then later that night, when the ship's bell rang out

Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

Later that night, Beloch did indeed tell them everything around the fire. Ophianne didn't look surprised, but she was clearly relieved at him finally getting this off his back. Q'ihnn remained stoic, unreadable, but relaxed. Maybe that was compassion, maybe not. It was hard to tell with him. Mitnu tried to remain stoic, but it was clear that she wasn't expecting it. The twins looked horrified, and Lyse looked pissed. Neither emotion seemed directed at him, though, which was a good sign.

Allie and Rhea, meanwhile, stayed close to him, even as he curled in on himself when the story reached its bloody end. The look in Allie's eyes...he had never seen her make that face before. It was like the girl she used to be had come out and put the beast away for just a moment. If this wasn't one of the most uncomfortable nights of his entire life, he'd commit the face to memory. And Rhea, his Starshine, just held his hand and kept her gaze firmly on him as he talked. He definitely did not deserve even one of these girls, so what'd a lunkhead like him do to get two at once?

"So you saved her?" Lyse asked with an edge to her voice. Understandable, given what Yotsuyu had turned into.

"Yes." he made no excuses. He was the reason these people were suffering, no covering that up.

Lyse crossed her arms and breathed outward, hard. "Good."

"Good?"

"Good. You saved a girl being brutalized, even though it cost you everything."

"You did the right thing, Beloch," Rhea chimed in softly.

"Yeah," Allie added. "what she did with her life ain't your bill to foot."

Beloch wanted to believe them. But something in his mind held onto the responsibility.

No, it had to be him that ended this.

Well the wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound

When the wave broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the captain did too

T'was the witch of November come stealin'

The plan was to assassinate Zenos and Yotsuyu both in one fell swoop. It would be done quickly, cleanly, under cover of night.

And according to Q'ihnn, it would be done without him.

"I get it, I do," Q'ihnn said with arms crossed. "But you're too close to this, too close to her. You and her meeting won't go well, and we're only going to get one shot at this."

"Golden boy, do not fuck me on this, I swear," Beloch growled down at the miqote.

"I'm sorry, Beloch, but you know I'm right on this." With that, Q'ihnn left to join up with Yugiri and Allie.

There was no way that he was convinced that that was going to keep him away, was there? He didn't even lock the door. Honestly, Beloch was disappointed more than anything else.

He waited until they were far enough ahead that they wouldn't notice a trail, and he found a hiding spot out of their sight.

And he waited.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

When the gales of November came slashin'

When afternoon came, it was freezin' with rain

In the face of a hurricane westwind

By the time Beloch got there, the fighting was already well underway. Allie and Q'ihnn had Zenos handled - well, better handled than they did back in Ala Mhigo - while past them laid...her.

"Where is my brute?!" she demanded. "Honestly, of all the times."

"Yotsuyu." she stopped, and looked to her right, and found Beloch standing there. It took a moment, but recognition finally dawned on her, summoning a look in her eyes that lay somewhere between shock and rage.

"You..."

It began to rain.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck, sayin'

"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya."

At seven PM, a main hatchway caved in,

He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya."

"What are ya doin, Yotsuyu?" he asked. The rain picked up speed, great sheets of water blowing across the land. The clangs and booms of Allie and Q'ihnn's battle with the prince battled for dominance against the whoosh of the winds.

"What am I doing?!" she asked, growing angrier. "How dare you! How dare you ask me that!!!" from her kimono, she pulled a revolver and pointed it at him. Sadly, he drew his sword. "I am learning from the lessons you taught me! The lesson I learned the night a man tore my abuser off of me and beat him to death with his bare hands. The lesson I learned as that man proceeded to slaughter an entire ship's crew. The lesson I learned, watching that ship burn and sink from my dingy bound back for Doma."

"...alright, kid," he muttered, readying his blade. "What did I teach you that led to all this?"

"That the world only makes sense, when you FORCE IT TO!!!"

She fired.

The captain wired in, he had water comin' in

And the good ship and crew was in peril

His sword, and a bullet. A move Musosai taught him. A move he had pulled off a thousand times, requiring total focus and center of self. His focused eyes caught the bullet, his senses slowing time for accuracy, and he swung.

And the bullet shattered his blade, and struck into his chest.

And later that night, when his lights went outta sight

Came The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald!

His consciousness drifted in and out after that, only the loudest noises making it through the haze. He faintly remembered Allie screaming as he fell, the feeling of his body being moved, the sound of Yugiri screaming for a table to be cleared. After that, all went quiet.

Does anyone know where the love of god goes

When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

The searchers all say they'd have made whitefish bay

If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.

Allie and Rhea stayed by Beloch's side for the week that followed, as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Occasionally he would wake up, but not look at them. Judging by his eyes whenever they opened, it was out of shame.

Rhea gently held Allie by the shoulders as she watched their lover sleep. "He'll be alright, darling," she said softly. "C'mon, you need to sleep."

"Not until he wakes up for good," she said. She took one of Rhea's hands in hers. Off to the side, Ophianne sat and quietly read. Somehow more certain than either of them that he would wake up any minute. "At least this time I'll be here to greet him when he wakes up."

They might have split up, or they might have capsized

They may have broke deep and took water

And all that remains, is the faces and names

Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

For a moment, Beloch is back in that horrible night, watching his life burn from a dingy, the girl he burnt it all for sailing away in her own boat, growing harder to see with each passing moment.

He looked down at his hands. Bathed in firelight, the blood practically glimmered. Or perhaps that was simply the tears?

The young Beloch's face fell into his bloody hands and sobbed loudly. But no one was there.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings

In the rooms of her ice-water mansion

Ole Michigan steams like a young man's dreams

The islands and bays are for sportsmen

And farther below Lake Ontario

Takes in what Lake Erie can send her

And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know

With the gales of November remembered

Beloch awoke at last. Everything hurt, but nowhere more than his heart. Whether it was because of the bullet wound, or having to admit that Q'ihnn was absolutely correct in his assessment.

He looked around, saw Allie, Rhea, and Ophianne, all asleep. That was what he had expected. What he didn't expect was all the others, and even a few Namai villagers, all sleeping as well. It was late at night, and no one, clearly, had expected him to awaken until morning. Yet they were all there anyway.

Beloch gazed up at the ceiling. That night, he had considered going with Yotsuyu. Make sure she got to shore safely. He had let her go alone, concluding that she didn't want to be around him. Maybe if he had insisted, things would've turned out differently. If he had just let go of his stubborn pride for one minute, these people wouldn't have suffered. Maybe.

He was too weak still to wake them, and Allie in particular looked like she was overdue for sleep. So, he just stared at his two favorite girls. kept his eyes firmly on them, to keep himself going. He needed to keep going.

He needed to settle things with Yotsuyu.

In a musty old hall, in Detroit they prayed

In the maritime sailor's cathedral

The church bell chimed, til it rang twenty-nine times

For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on, from the Chippewa on down,

Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee

Superior they said, never gives up her dead

When the gales of November come early...

[starrysnowdrop]

MiqoMarch 2025

So in case anyone else here is like me and doesn’t have an account on the bird app or BlueSky, I had to go digging for the MiqoMarch prompt list and figured I’d share it here! Please direct any questions about the prompt list to the creator’s socials listed on the list!

[deathflare]

preparations

erenville is definitely an extremely efficient packer with an airtight system… meteor has less than 24 hrs to clean out his inventory and cap his tomes/scrips

[wildstar25]

WolShtola Week 2025 - Day Three - (Gender) Swap!

ArShtola yaoi!! Catboys love, if you would... I'd pre-order every volume if I could 😤