#;ffxiv writing (mine)

[nuclearanomaly]

Hashtag Nailed It

#ffxiv #Ninira Nira #Estinien #Estinien Wyrmblood #Estinien Varlineau #wol x estinien #wolstinien #I've been thinking lots about the mor dhona scene tm #and was just like running through it in my head the other night #trying to like mentally write the dialogue #and my brain buffered and spat out this instead #which is not right #but made me laugh #and I haven't done a comic in an age #I miss them #so I decided to draw it out #it's not even that funny but it amused me so #yeet #art: mine

[blackestnight]

zero context WIP tag game

If you’re tagged, make a new post and share 1-2 (a few) sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

i've actually been writing a bunch of fics longhand recently (makes it way easier to pick away at writing during work), and as good fortune would have it i'm in the middle of transcribing them into a digital doc anyway!

He turned his nose up at the slight, still, as was expected of him. “I’m a predator, darling. I’ll take refined, thank you.” “Refined,” she drawled, nasally in the way she was only when mocking him. “My mistake. Are you hungry?” “Not until you’ve bathed I’m not,” he said. “I quite prefer my meals without an aftertaste of gutter filth.” Hemlock, predictably, lobbed the coat at his face. He cursed and swatted it from the air, just able to catch sight of her calf as she ducked into the washroom. She’d never quite mastered disappearing acts the way he had. “How positively boorish of you,” he called through the door, and allowed himself a grin at the sound of her laughter over the cacophony of runes activating to fill the soaking tub. Her coat remained half-draped over his lap. Astarion tangled his hands into the lining, letting the remains of her body heat soak into his own skin. Winter was closing rapidly on the Sword Coast, which was proving to be terribly inconvenient—winter had always meant long hours and a persistent chill that rat blood couldn’t chase from his bones, before. Even now in a warm inn with a crackling fire, the cold clung to him in the way chill could only love a corpse.

tagging @aethernoise @nuclearanomaly @slothquisitor @loquaciousquark @pvthfinder! if you wanna share some sneaky writing/drawing/screenshots/etc

#writing - mine #tagged #ask meme #but it's my general meme tag oops #sorry for not ffxiv content #also did you say sentences? i think you meant paragraphs

[ishgard]

Earlier than she would have preferred to wake, Ahru had found herself answering a knock at her door only to find none other than a certain wayward god. Or ex-god, she supposed. A bewildering guest all the same.

He gave no real explanation for his appearance, merely a desire to seek out her company which she wasn't keen to deny. Nor did she wish to pry any further.

So began their impromptu hang-out. He insisted he had no intention of distracting her from any of her plans, but her plans for the day were subtle at best.

A little gardening, some reading, or perhaps she'd work on the blanket she was knitting for Alisaie. She hadn't decided on making some honey muffins or a rolanberry tart yet, but maybe he could help her choose. In short: her usual distractions.

He helped her pull weeds and water the sproutlings as the sun rose through the trees. And when she dozed he let her rest on his shoulder until she roused. (Really, she couldn't be blamed after waking so early.)

He marveled at her collection of tomes and they swapped stories about their latest adventures. As she worked on the blanket he read through one of her journals, a silent yet comforting presence always in arms reach.

By the end of the day she had little doubt in her mind why he had come.

Caught up in her reading she hadn't noticed he'd disappeared for a moment, and then as soon as she had he returned, like a warm, gentle breeze. Steam curled from the big cups of cocoa in his hands, and in silent gratitude she accepted hers and nestled closer to him.

They had come now to the final hours of this wretched day, and it occurred to her that she had spent so much more of it smiling and laughing than she remembered having done in the past few years.

"Thank you," she said at last. For the warm drink, for the laughter. For unanswered prayers that were heard and held dear all the same.

"For keeping me company today."

#mine #ahru hiraeth #deryk ffxiv #wol x deryk #writing: the unending journey #ship: wanderers embrace

[catboyazem]

@latenightsenpai requested — [  hermes  ]

To live is to suffer! And I would end that suffering by my own hand! It matters not if it flies in the face of all believed right and just—death is the only solution! That is my truth, my answer to the question, and yet... even as the words pass my lips... I am filled with doubt. Has my search reached its end? Was this the only way? After all these years... is this the answer I was hoping for?

#ffxiv #final fantasy #ffxivedit #ffgraphics #gamingedit #gamediting #video games #final fantasy xiv #mine #hermes (ffixv) #hermes #fandaniel #endwalker #endwalker spoilers #6.0 spoilers #latenightsenpai #what a genuinely fucking fantastic character study #i could write pages on how well endwalker explored and dissected these concepts #the hermes to amon to fandaniel pipeline #the unraveling of an ideal #the loss of self at the depths of rock bottom despair #while contrasting your suffering to drive home the point that we all rise and fall together #I COULD GO ON #I COULD REALLY GO ON

[azems-familiar]

having an intense moment of "why am i even putting forth all the effort to write this 30k+ word fic when only one person is going to care about it and that person already knows everything that happens" tonight (not helped by the last 30k word fic i put out getting 9 kudos and one singular comment) and trying to remind myself that i write because i like writing, because there are stories i want to tell and that even if i'm only telling them to myself it's still worthwhile

but also. it's a struggle when part of why i write and post things is because i want to connect with other people through telling stories and making them feel things the way the stories i read make me feel things, and when there's no evidence that people connect with the things i write....ugh. it gets to feeling pointless

i know. i know. and i won't let depression or anxiety prevent me from doing one of the only hobbies i still can participate in, and the creative outlet i've had for years. tonight is just...being very ugh about it. maybe because the scene i'm working on is being very tricky and a struggle to get through right now and i only have the aforementioned one single person to hype it.

#ramblings #i know it's absolutely stupid to complain when at least i DO have that audience of one who is also a hype man #but. gestures. idk. anyway i'm making myself shut up now and going back to the mines (google docs) #but i just had to get this off my chest a bit. even if it sounds like i'm begging for attention #which i KNOW i'm lucky to have gotten one comment at all! #i think the biggest problem i'm having is when i was writing for niche star wars video games i had a friend group of fellow creatives #and we all hyped each other up and stuff #for ffxiv i do not have that i have one friend who plays a couple people in my fc who are nice enough to smile and nod when i talk about #writing and a couple people here on tumblr i exist in the same vicinity as. so it's....less. i miss having a fandom friend group lol

[charlignon]

#vanilla extract #mine #poll #polls #hyperspecific poll #tumblr polls #ffxiv #twitter #+anima #I joined tumblr on Apr. 27th ! One year very soon #I lived 4 months in japan for an internship #+ANIMA MY BELOVED #SENRI MY BELOVED #In fact I won TWICE this writing contest. Twice in a row :) #This was in primary school #I got beautiful illustrated books

[teablooms]

Chronicles of the Ancients 001

Characters: (WoL's) Azem, Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch Warnings: None Ship: None (they're all just besties :3) Spoilers: Shadowbringers & Endwalker Plot: A couple friends check on Azem as soon as they return after hearing they got into some... interesting antics. HC Notes: Azem struggles with creating organic/living concepts, preferring to create the first 'relic weapons', and struggles with feeling isolated. Links: Toyhouse version / WoL Info Word Count: 1,069

"Seems Azem has returned. So, where has the wind taken our traveler this time?"

Dark eyes glanced up at the familiar smiling face, then another more irritable one, and immediately lit up. She was a fair bit shorter than Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch both, crimson rings in her eyes and dark hair tied up and out of her way, though it's uncertain what good it did with its length. She could only grin.

"Both of my best friends arriving as soon as I come back? I promise, I didn't get into that much trouble this time." she grins, "You two must have worried about me quite a bit this time around for both of you to be the first to welcome me back!"

"Annoyed would be the more accurate description." Emet-Selch would scoff, folding his arms as gold eyes glared down at her. "Did you really think we wouldn't hear about the incident with the volcano? Or how about the cyclone you decided to rush into? I'm beginning to think this foolish recklessness is a requirement for the seat of Azem, Medeimus."

"Ah, my real name already-? I see you don't look that way simply because you didn't get any sleep, Hades." Azem pauses for a moment, "Though, you do look tired. You know sleep deprivation is bad for your health right?"

Upon seeing the glare grow in severity tenfold, Azem was quick to hide behind the two's lavender-haired companion with a quiet squeak. Though, Hythlodaeus found the whole situation to be only amusing, laughing at the whole scene as if he were watching a comedy play out. Such a reaction only earned a sigh of exasperation from Emet-Selch.

"Speaking of, Azem…" Hythlodaeus glanced back at her, "The reasoning for doing those things wasn't in the letter you sent. In fact, compared to the rest of your writing, they were hardly even a footnote. Why is that?"

"Oh, those? Well, I was just curious, of course." she grins, "While it isn't part of my role, I like to collect stories on my travels and tell them. How can I accurately describe the heat of a volcano or the ferocious winds of a tornado if I haven't witnessed them myself?"

"And here I thought Venat's antics would be the limit of trouble I'd get from an Azem…" A hand raised to cover Emet-Selch's face, the man almost sulking as her peculiarly simple reasoning came to light. "Do you have any idea how either could have ended? Surely you're at least aware of that."

"Hm, now that you mention it…" The traveler began to think, her words trailing off. Though, the thought never actually finished, her gaze staring off into space; it was almost as if she were in a trance momentarily. Emet-Selch was growing impatient, plainly ignoring their companion's amusement at the whole situation.

"Medeimus."

"Oh, right! Worry not, my friends." Azem would laugh, "So it could have gone a little poorly - but what matters is that it didn't! I'm still in one singular piece, and at most, my cloak got a singed. It was an easy fix, though."

"See? Our capable friend had it all under control, there was no need to fret." Hythlodaeus interjected, his words accompanied by laughter despite the glare from the taller Convocation member. "Ah, but that brings us to my other question; you said you tried your hand at concept creation?"

"Ah, yes, well… Attempt is more accurate. You both know I'm not exactly good at creating fauna, so I tried a flora concept instead. It, well… It went better, but not nearly as well as I was hoping."

Azem would step out from behind the Bureau's chief, though she seemed almost timid when her attempt at creation was brought up. Her hands reached into a bag at her side, pulling out a rather peculiar item. It appeared to be a bunch of Vitisvinifera cut from the vine, but it was… misshapen. It was a single block with hard ridges and corners. The berries themselves were there, but looked more like they were painted on than actual berries. They looked impossible to pick individually, appearing that one would have to cut it like a Maluspumila to eat. Her expression grew sheepish.

"They are an improvement… We both know how much you struggle with living things, right Emet-Selch?" Hythlodaeus said, his attention turning to him. Emet seemed occupied though, staring at the block of fruit that resulted from their friend's attempt as if dumbfounded. Still, even the Bureau's chief knew this was partially to be expected from her. "I think I can speak for both of us by commending your latest attempt."

"Not as horrible as my past ideas, but I still think I should stick to my nonliving concepts." Azem's words were accompanied by a more anxious laughter, tucking the creation back into her bag. "Oh, but I do have some I'll be submitting to the Bureau of the Architect soon! Weaponry with a life all their own, meant to be evolving companions to their wielders."

"Now, that sounds more like something you'd excel in creating." Hythlodaeus answered thoughtfully, though his attention was torn away from the traveler when Emet-Selch suddenly flinched. "Is something the matter?"

"Rain." Emet-Selch was quick to respond, and that was when it dawned on the other two that a raindrop must have snapped him out of his thoughts. "If we mean to continue this conversation, we'd best take it elsewhere. I would rather not be drenched just by having a simple chat."

"Come with me then! My home is small compared to the both of yours, but it's nearby and there's plenty of tea and treats I can cook up." Though rather than wait for her two friends to agree, the shorter woman simply grabbed hold of both their arms - one for each of her own - and began leading them in the direction she'd been headed before. "I can tell you all about the things I managed to find and the stories I gathered from others!"

"You need not drag us there!" Emet-Selch protested, though he didn't bother attempting to free himself. He knew that once Azem had her heart set of something, it was nigh impossible to shift her focus away from it. Yet Hythlodeaus seemed not to mind.

"Well, we'll be glad to hear them all. Just as we're glad you made it back safely, Medeimus."

#warning: no. #ship: none. #ch: emet selch. #ch: hythlodaeus. #ch: wol!azem. #s: ffxiv. #mine: writing. #endwalker spoilers #shadowbringers spoilers #wol: junko.

[witchfall]

Drafts drafts drafts. Chapter 3 get out of my house Soon. (Jullus and Maxima talk pre-88 Garlemald quests.)

Was up way too late sketching out the rest of this chapter so at least I have a vague idea of what is next!

#ffxiv #jullus pyr norbanus #writing writing writing sigh #the word mines...

[quinn-borel]

"i honestly don't even know who you could possibly be referring to."

“I want the defenses of the outer ward rechecked.  See to it that our ballistas are in good repair and supplied with enough ammunition for a prolonged siege.” Aymeric explained firmly to the young knight before him.  With a proper salute, the knight saw to his Lord Commander’s demands and made his way out of the room.

But not before he could have a moment of solitude did three guests arrive shortly after, one after another they formed a line in front of his desk.  It was a welcome surprise to say the least, having dealt with an onslaught of officer after officer, knight after knight and so forth walking right into his office to voice their reports, and demands, to the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights.  To see Alphinaud Leveilleur, Estinien, and the Warrior of Light, Quinn Rin’ria, grace his presence was a fine break from the dire situation at hand.  

“Ah, ‘twould seem I have visitors,” he began with a smile, though his lips straightened back into the taught line more befitting of a commander, “and unlike those massing beyond our walls, these ones are welcome.”

HIs gaze fell to Alphinaud, who lead the group in and began his speech with a short bow, while Quinn and Estinien gave the Lord Commander a respective nod,

“Pray forgive us for interrupting you in the midst of your preparations, Ser Aymeric, but our suit concerns the impending assault.”

While he gave the young man a nod in return, he had hoped that they would come bearing some form of unrelated news solely to change the subject that had been on his mind for the past fortnight.  He motioned with his hand for the young man to continue on,

“...To speak plain,” Alphinaud continued, “we believe there is a chance the invasion might be halted before it even begins.”

Wary of the young man’s proposal, Aymeric crossed his arms in a sign of confusion, “Do explain.”

“Well, I can divulge little more at this time.” Alphinaud began, “But I must request that you advise the Holy See to refrain from launching any preemptive sorties whilst we seek to put out plans in motion.”

Ultimately, Aymeric was not convinced by the words of a young diplomat in the making.  Yet he reviewed Alphinaud’s proposal once more: to stop the invasion of Nidhogg’s horde before it could begin.  It was still a chance, however, and many officers within the Temple Knights would not be keen on keeping their swords and lances at bay on the count of a mere possibility.  Yet, any bloodshed spared would be considered a victory in his book, choosing not to throw his men in harm’s way if need be.

“…I will gladly lend my support to any endeavor that could spare the blood of my countrymen–but I would know more of the cause you would have me champion.  Will you not share aught of this mysterious undertaking?”

Alphinaud stood in silence, not wishing to divulge anymore than he needed to, yet he still needed to sway the Lord Commander.  Estinien took a step forward, his ebony armor shimmering in the candlelight as he looked over to his long-time friend,

“Know that I have offered my lance to aid in this endeavor.  I cannot claim that its success is assured, but our actions should serve to delay Nidhogg’s advance at the very least.”

“He’s right.” Quinn began, tipping her chapeau upwards so that Aymeric could look her in the eyes as she spoke, “At the very least, we can buy you some time to shore up your defenses for the city.  But I can assure you that, together, we should be able to keep your men from marching to their deaths.  This, I can promise you.”

“Which is more than can be said for the ill-conceived counterattack advocated by the See’s more vocal crusaders.  They offer glorious death, but little hope of victory.” Estinien explained further.

“Aye, you’re both right.” Aymeric shot back, “Our resources should rightly be spent shoring up the city’s defenses, not preparing for an all-out attack against the horde.”

“Exactly.  So, Ser Aymeric, you must give us a chance to take on this duty and buy us some time.” Alphinaud pleaded.  Aymeric sat back in his chair, musing aloud,

“The Azure Dragoon and the Warrior of Light, sallying forth together to face the dread wyrm Nidhogg...”

It would be the tale for the ages–two powerful warriors taking on the dread wyrm that haunted their lands for generations and putting an end to his tyranny.  By Estinien’s lance and by Quinn’s bow, it was quite possible that they could take on the unimaginable.  A power-couple, he could argue…

He closed his eyes once more to think over the proposition.  Something deep in his soul repeated the words Quinn specifically said to him–her promise to keep his men from marching to their deaths.  Something about the way those words came from her lips sold him on the idea as a whole.  While his long-time friend vowed his lance, the woman herself–the Warrior of Light–would be the key to their victory.  Her strength, her wisdom, her skill with a bow would surely prove advantageous to Alphinaud’s plan, for Aymeric knew verbal negotiations with the great wym would fall on deaf ears.  

She was more than the bumbling drunk she claimed to be the night they danced together.  That was for sure.

“I must admit,” Aymeric began once more, “the mere thought of you two working together does much to dispel my misgivings.”

His eyes slightly widened when he saw Quinn smile–the only one who smiled out of the three of them.  It was a small smile, but nonetheless…radiant.

“...Ahem,” he coughed, “So, go, then—carry out your plan.  I shall do what I can for you within the Holy See.”

“Thank you, Ser Aymeric.” Alphinaud said with a bow.  He and Estinien both took their leave, but Quinn lingered a bit behind, looking at the Lord Commander over her shoulder as if to personally thank him for his blessing.  Their gazes lingered on each other, Aymeric finally breaking a soft smile to her as if he were personally wishing her safe travels.  If only she could stay longer.  If only he could verbally convey to her how invaluable she was.   How brave she was.  How he wished he could join her…

“Quinn?” Alphinaud called out to her, to which the Warrior of Light gave Aymeric a nod and headed for the door.  As it closed shut, Aymeric sighed as he once again sat back in his chair,

“Lucia, some tea, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, my Lord.  Do you wish for me to send an invitation as well?”

“Hm?’ Aymeric cocked his brow, ”An invitation?  You jest.“

“I figured your conversation was far from complete.” she pointed out before heading to the door herself, “You seem to wish to congregate further.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea of who you could possibly be referring to.” he said with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, confused as to where this was coming from.  Surely she didn’t mean Estinien–the two of them were on working terms for the time being.  Their days of tea were long over by then.

But she knew exactly who he wished to speak with further.

#Quinnmeric #Wolmeric #wolship #writing #fanfiction #ffxiv #FInal Fantasy XIV #Aymeric de Borel #Quinn Rin'ria #Quinn Varria #Dialogue pulled directly from Heavensward cutscenes #LET THE WOL SPEAK #I did the tacky thing of linking another fic of mine within this fic but ya know what who cares go read it #Aymeric like 'my ex boyfriend said he'd join but my current crush is much more powerful than him so I'm more swayed by her' #Aymeric for a brief moment shipped QuinnXEstinien by accident #Lucia knows what's up and has known for months

[nuclearanomaly]

Bookshop AU - The All Saint's Party Incident: Outfits

#ffxiv #Bookshop AU #Ninira Nira #Estinien Varlineau #Aymeric de Borel #Haurchefant Fortemps #Ysayle Dangoulain #Lucia Junius #Hilda Ware #Hi I am rotating a Bookshop AU scenario in my head #Yes it's Halloween themed #Yes it's july #I did start trying to write but then my brain did that fun thing and said no stop you must draw their outfits #You will ignore my lazy quick poses #You will look at how fun their outfits are #Lucia you are my entire life with your halloween button up top #also you will pretend I describe any of this when I go back to writing bc spoiler alert: I won't #why is Nini the only one is a costume? don't worry about it #as you can see she isn't the only one there's another GREAT costume making an appearance ;) #art: mine

[blackestnight]

9: sleep mode

Prompt: Yawn

Word count: 1011

Obligatory I know basically nothing about computer languages or coding, I did my best to google but I know this is entirely wrong, don’t @ me I’m a humanities major. Also Tumblr goofed the formatting so I did my best.

Set post-Endwalker, contains spoilers for the Omega raids and the Beyond the Rift sidequests.

ACCESS FILES > LOCAL > EVOLUTION DIRECTIVES > PENDING INVESTIGATION > SUBFOLDER TITLE ‘INVESTIGATION HEARTLESS.’

APPROXIMATE LOC 68° N 51° E ETHEIRYAN LOCAL - GEOLOCATION SENSORS INSUFFICIENT FOR DETAILED CELESTIAL POSITIONING. COLLOQUIAL DESIGNATION “CAMP BROKEN GLASS.” RESUME ENTRY.

Chassis requires additional thermal shielding. >function Create Sub-directive (PERSONAL UPGRADES) { >request further modification by Garlond Ironworks designations BIGGS and WEDGE. Improvements to insulation increase chances of survival by estimated 68.327% in adverse climates. Estimated improvements to combat capability: negligible. }

The mortals belonging to the function groups designations EORZEAN ALLIANCE - SUBSET ILSABARDIAN CONTINGENT and GARLEAN EMPIRE (DEFUNCT) - SUBSET IST LEGION have provided a wealth of data for this unit’s review regarding the ongoing examination of the ability known as ‘strength of heart.’ Archival of audiovisual recordings into appropriate sub-storage folders in progress, completion status: 73.14%.

Companion designations ALPHA and WARRIOR OF LIGHT >function File Update Required (WARRIOR OF LIGHT) { >query VOICE: “I have previously explained the personal designations of the Omicrons. Prior to my reassignment to the self-evolving weapons construct chassis designated OMEGA, this unit was known as M-017. I understand that, prior to your evolution into the weapon designated WARRIOR OF LIGHT, your personal designation was HANAMI HAGANE. Which is your current preferred designation? Please respond.” }

Awaiting response…

Visual feedback indicates changes to facial muscles records designation FROWN. Audio: 《I am not a weapon anymore. My name is Hanami.》

File updates applied.

Companion designations ALPHA and HANAMI HAGANE are undergoing rituals in preparation for nightly energy recovery. Ritualistic significance unclear. Alpha is not an organic being, and his design parameters allow him to draw energy solely from food consumption. Records from previous observation of Hanami Hagane’s physiological makeup and evaluation of planetary technological and pharmaceutical development indicate organic creatures native to Etheirys possess means to produce pharmaceuticals, local designation ETHERS, which would allow for multiple days of activity without requiring extended rest periods.

>query VOICE: “I require clarification on the purpose of your ‘sleep.’ We Omicrons entered a similar state while undergoing repairs or routine diagnostics, but this mode leaves you vulnerable to attack and slows reaction times to potential environmental hazards. Why do you persist in entering this state, rather than utilizing substances which replenish energy levels without requiring stasis? Please respond.”

Visual response impaired: Hanami Hagane is presently modifying chassis, local designation CLOTHING. Hypothesis: substitution of clothing reduces impairment to functions required for current task. Current modification local designation SWEATER provides equivalent thermal insulation to chassis modification designation ARMOR, but does not provide adequate protection in case of physical attack. Audio: 《What, do you mean using drugs to stay awake? I did that a few times. It only works for a day or two at most, anyway, then you get so jittery and useless that you have to sleep anyway and you are out for a week recovering. It really is not worth it unless you’re stuck somewhere you can’t catch a few hours.》

Response contains insufficient data. >query VOICE: “I require further information. What is the cause of this phenomenon you describe as ‘jittery?’ Records indicate the substance you call ‘ether’ is engineered to replenish energy expended by both physical and mental labor. Is there some component it lacks?”

Visual response impaired: chassis modifications ongoing. Audio: 《Yes? I asked a healer about it once, she said something about us needing sleep because we need to dream. It’s…I think it is how our minds sort through all the things we see and feel. You probably do not need to dream, I have no idea if you know what I’m talking about.》

Response contains insufficient data. >query VOICE: “What is this phenomenon you refer to as ‘dreaming?’”

Awaiting response…

Awaiting response…

Hypothesis: chassis modifications have impaired audio sensors belonging to Hanami Hagane. Suggested action: repetition of query >PAUSE.

Visual response unclear, pending further analysis. Subject’s mouth exhibits muscular movements designation SMILE, but previous data indicates contraction of facial muscles surrounding eyes indicate negative emotions, possible designation SADNESS. Audio: 《It’s what we do when our hearts work through what our minds can’t make sense of, I guess. …I am going to bed now. Come on, Alpha—there you go. Omega, do you want to come up here? It should keep you warm. We will leave for Bestways Burrow in the morning.》

Response contains insufficient data. Further queries unlikely to improve responses. >function Define term (dreaming) { >Access: Native physiology > Neuro-psychological > A succession of images, ideas, sensations, and emotions that occur in organic minds during sleep. Dreaming periods observed to last between 5 and 20 minutes, cumulative total average 2 hours per rest cycle. Purpose unknown. }

Response requires action. Hypothesis: thermal energy generated by Alpha and Hanami Hagane will prove sufficient in heating this chassis, estimated reduced energy expenditure to maintain function: 29698.032 joules. >respond VOICE: “I require manual assistance in reaching the mattress. Proposed schedule for departure within acceptable time frame.”

Undergoing external transport. Awaiting gyroscopic feedback…

Designations Alpha and Hanami Hagane are both reclined in horizontal positions conductive to sleep. Proposed destination: rear arc of Hanami Hagane’s knee joints. Leg structures provide a defensible position and proximity of organic structures will ensure efficient heating.

Alpha continues to defy all logic and has relocated to lay on top of this unit. Impairment to function: negligible.

Visual analysis unavailable due to sensor obstruction. Audio: 《Good night, Alpha. …Omega.》

Visual analysis unavailable due to sensor obstruction. Audio: 《[Kweh!]》

No response required. >respond VOICE: “Good night, Hanami Hagane. Good night, Alpha.”

Current chassis contains limited biometric sensors. Based on observed patterns, Alpha is already asleep. Insufficient data available to hypothesize speed of Hanami Hagane’s sleep cycle.

Hypothesis: if ‘dreaming’ is the mechanism by which organic beings process their experiences, functionally sensory data altered by organic logic pathways, this unit may dream by remaining in a state of rest while processing data from ongoing investigation. >function Update function (background processing) { >apply new name: DREAMING }

Function updates applied.

This unit will commence dreaming.

SYSTEM REVIEW: ENTRY CONTAINS MINIMAL RELEVANCE TO PROPOSED FILE LOCATION. ADVISE DELETION OR RELOCATION TO OPTIMIZE STORAGE.

DELETE ENTRY Y/N?

>N

#ffxivwrite 2022 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv omega #beyond the rift #oc: hanami hagane #omega #alpha #tried something VERY different for this one and idk how well it worked or how readable it is #[shrug emoji] #i like it though #writing - mine

[secondflame]

OOC: istg i'm gonna half the replies I owe today even if it kills me. i'm sorry for the wait. :<

#[mine's bigger].ooc #//between work and preparations for fanfest + cosplay and exam period AND all the other bullshit life decided to throw at me recently ... #//it's just hard to focus on writing. #//the muse is there. clive and barns are tugging at me as well as my other muses over on my ffxiv blog and my re muse as well. #//and i also wanna draw #//and I wanna make finish my new theme for my ffxiv blog too and just #//man. there just aren't enough hours 8n the day

[ievaxol]

falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat for the sharing a bed prompts. :3

G'raha is no stranger to exhaustion, how it can sink into the skin and settle snug and tight around every bone. He'd hit the ground running once he'd awakened to the Eight Umbral Calamity and hadn't ever really stopped; this, however, is the worst it's been for a long time.

He's been on his feet for near 72 hours, ever since being hauled out of the waters of the Tempest.

Emet-Selch, bullet wound, Amarout, the blinding Light followed by blessed Dark, getting back home — his teeth are buzzing, his vision bleary, still sleep won't come to him.

Next to him the Warrior is resting, looking smaller than they ever have before underneath the heavy covers. They'd been examined up and down by a dozen different chirurgeons after collapsing upon their return to the Crystarium and all of them said the same thing — we can't find anything wrong, just let them sleep.

Just let them sleep.

Easier said than done, G'raha finds; evidently he is not the only one, as the Scions quickly scrambled up a makeshift schedule for keeping watch at their bedside.

G'raha suppresses a yawn as he checks the chronometer — twenty minutes until Alisaie comes to relieve him — and then gently brushes a hand over the Warrior's fringe. It's damp with sweat, stringy in a way he knew they normally wouldn't allow and it only adds to the lump that's been growing in his throat.

The Warrior doesn't stir and the covers have stopped moving, that soothing up-and-down he's been watching so vigilantly. Did he lose track of time when he yawned? Wicked white, what if he fell asleep?

Are they —

He leans down, breath caught in his throat.

Are they — !

Underneath his ear, faintly, he can make out the rhythmic thumps of life. Relief lances through him and he slumps forward, boneless. For a moment it is as though he is outside of his body, watching himself let slip warm wet tears over the Warrior's chest from the Ocular.

It lasts only for what feels like a brief moment before he snaps back into himself, the weight of a hand on his shoulder.

"'Tis well that you slept, because I was on the verge of knocking you out myself." Alisaie's voice is measured, but fond. "They wouldn't want to wake up only to see you keel over next."

#ok ending it there bc its Growing into a beast #wolgraha #wol x g'raha #ffxiv fanfic #ask to tag #mine writing #thank you for the prompt this was significantly less fluffy than i think was the intent #but i had fun hehe #ask #starshadow-witch

[somehumandrawing]

Go read @dissociated-and-tired ‘s FFXIV writing

I am no longer asking

(It’s really good you’ll enjoy it)

#art #drawing #my art #artists on tumblr #ffxiv #ffxiv write 2023 #digital art #mine #oc #not my character #I am feral about this damn story #and jacoco owns my heart

[galvus]

prompt: anon • words: 345 • era: stormblood • [ masterpost ] soon; shortly.

“Stay.”

The word was a hand wrapped around her wrist, dragging her back into the treacherously soft bed despite her best efforts. The hand wrapped around her wrist also pulled her back in. Zenos’s warm palms were good at coaxing her into forgetting why she rose in the first place.

He wound his arms around her and laid his mouth to the soft rise of her breast where the unlaced neck of her blouse left it bare.

“Forget the call.” With each new word, the Garlean prince’s words smeared against her skin. “Feign poor weather as opposed to your utter disinterest.”

“I’m not…”

Annette’s chop of brown hair intermingled with his blond as she tilted her head down against his, her fingers climbing up his throat to rest at the nape of his long, love-marred neck. He reacted as prettily as he always did, with an arch and a sigh and a much-needed stretch. Quietly, she assured him, “I’m not disinterested. They are my friends, and I must go to them. Now.”

Friends that were awaiting her in Kugane. Friends who did not know of the bed she’d been pulled back into. They needed her, but the thought of riding her chocobo after the previous night’s exertions made her thighs ache.

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, where his golden hair split to bare a sun-burned scalp.

“I must leave,” she whispered. “Soon.”

Zenos smiled without lifting his mouth from her chest, like the cat that got the cream.

“Oh, how quickly now becomes soon,” he said, his voice caught between a low rumble and a hum. The hand that had dragged her back down into bed slid over her back, over the generous swell of her ass, and to those aching thighs. “When will it become tomorrow? Or, perhaps… never?”

“Never,” Annette echoed, her brows arched and point made. “Soon will remain soon.”

They fell back onto the pillows with a huff and a laugh, knowing well that they would spend another night lost in each other.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv fic #zenos yae galvus #zenoswol #zenos x wol #type: ffxivwrite #oc: annette #ch: zenos yae galvus #ship: zenos x annette #mine: writing

[proosh]

if you had to give five songs to describe FraPru's relationship, what would it be?

how DARE you. this is something I've thought way too much about. for the sake of not clogging everyone's dash I'll put this under a cut. These songs aren't really from a specific perspective but rather like a generalised vibe/overview so do with that information as you will.

Running Up That Hill - Placebo

It doesn't hurt me You wanna feel how it feels? You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? You wanna hear about the deal I'm making? You (if I only could be running up that hill) You and me (if I only could be running up that hill)

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Glory and Gore - Lorde

Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay) God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways) Chance is the only game I play with, baby We let our battles choose us

To The Edge - Masayoshi Soken

Like broken angels, wingless, cast from heaven's gates (Our slumbering demons awake) We only fly when falling, falling far from grace (Hell take us, heaven can wait) And like a message in a bottle cast to sea (Disgrace, untold and unseen) Quick to their ends, our candles burn, until we're free

All I Know - Karnivool

I'm a soul taker I'm a cruel-witted mind This is my sense of reality And this is proof of my coming of age I'm a soul taker I'm a cruel-witted mind Are you with me? Are you of like mind?

and as a BONUS:

I Want You (Fran @ Gil)

Well, come stand a little bit closer Breathe in and get a bit higher You'll never know what hit you When I get to you Ooh, I want you, I don't know if I need you, but Ooh, I'd die to find out

I Really Want You (Gil @ Fran)

Many prophets preach on bended knee Many clerics wasted wine Do the bloody sheets On those cobbled streets mean I have wasted time? Are there silver shores on paradise? Can I come in from the cold? I killed a man in a far away land My enemy I'm told I really want you to really want me But I really don't know if you can do that (I really want you)

#hws prussia #hws france #frapru #mine #from the askbox #this isn't intended to be a playlist but there is a bit of a flow there #sorry for my questionable taste in music no the ffxiv soundtrack is not optional #my writing