Chapter 19
Heavensturn
Neigh
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Just a reminder I have shared my writings here ✍️ #ffxivwriting #ffxivwriters
Snippets from MSQ and beyond, through different characters
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Chapter 18
Vrtra decides to wake the WoL up due to a situation.
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Chapter 17
The First Brood celebrate Starlight Celebration, nothing can go wrong.
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Chapter 16
Where dost arrow goes, no one knows except the bard
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Chapter 15
Midgardsormr once again-wait this isn’t Midgardsormr.
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Chapter 14
To be a carpenter
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Black and white photo of Caius in dark room, collapsed on the floor in a sitting position, staring down at the ground.
Title: Haunted Summary: In the aftermath of a harrowing experience, Caius struggles to separate what is real and what is a nightmare. Estinien is guarding his friend's sleep, being there for support. But the haunting memories persist.
"He did not make it.
He watches his own hand raise a scythe. An executioner ready to strike. "Too late", the monster wearing his face says."
Ficlet, 934 words, rated T
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Deleterious
Rael‘s mother certainly was the smartest woman in the world. She was not just versed in the use of herbs and potions but also a very skilled mage and Rael could only hope to one day be as good as a healer as their mother.
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Chapter 13
To be a paladin
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Morsel
A’viloh pushed himself a little more into the corner, as if he could vanish by doing so, and wondered how he once again had gotten himself into trouble although he really really tried not to.
Laqa.
Of course the answer was Laqa.
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Surrogate
"Oh, you poor thing…", she said and picked him up. The warmth of her body surprised the boy and with tears welling up in his eyes again all he wanted to do was to cling to her, pretending she was his mother, and cry until he fell asleep.
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Family
The first part of A‘viloh‘s origin story
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Mayflies
The very beginning of Rael’s origin story
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✨Writing Thread Part 1✨
As announced here it is!
A thread for all my writing from the very beginning to now.
Additionally to Tumblr all chapters will now also be added to AO3 step by step.
AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/Avirael
Tumblr (using Nuclino as index): tinyurl.com/4cjkp9v4
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A small teaser from the current WIP 🤭
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Chapter 11 Midgardsormr goes to Costa del Sol
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Chapter 10 Ft one of the First Brood
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Chapter 9, it was a holiday spooky one for All Saint’s Wake
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Faith moves mountains 🏔️
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AO3: t1p.de/qr8b7
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Chapter 8
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My FFXIV fanfic titled "Lost Children of Doma"and primarily focused on the Stormblood expansion.
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Artwork by tschxxi Caius and Emet-Selch in dark room, Emet is leaning over Caius with a hand on his neck, eyes glowing. Caius stares back, hand over Emet's hand.
Screenshot from AO3 fic title and summary. How it hurts by hallans Summary: To feel everything and nothing at all. It only takes a moment. A moment of weakness and an echo triggering at the wrong time, memory stolen away. "To come to you willingly, even now I ask for this ache." Emet-Selch PoV
"He needs...needs to tear apart this tender flower now blooming in his hands, robbing away his senses, his breath, his thoughts."
Ficlet, 732 words, rated T
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It was over the moment she moved. Her long leg swung over his waist, perfect thighs settling into place on either side of his hips with practiced ease. She placed her wine glass down next to his head where he lay on his back on the rug, the movement betrayed as an excuse to press against him when she didn't sit back up again, her chest pressed against his as she stretched languidly over his body. "Is that so?" He murmured, his hands moving to the narrow taper of her bare waist. She didn't respond, choosing instead to run her fingers absently through the thick tangle of his hair, pushing it back away from his eyes in a movement so familiar it ached. The minor miracle of her body under his hands was something he had been powerless against from the start. Possessive and slow, Aymeric's hands smoothed along her naked skin, across the ridges of her scars up her waist and down the individual notches of her spine. All lithe muscle and slender limbs, the subtle feminine curves of her were more than enough to strike him speechless at the best of times. Here, with her perched above him, her breath against his ear and her hands in his hair, he was malleable clay in her hands. "We were in the middle of a conversation," he reminded her, tilting his head back where he lay so her could catch her eye, the dark glint of intention snapping brightly there. "We were," she agreed, and her deft fingers traced down the angles of his face, along the line of his throat, further downwards over his bare shoulders as though feeling out his thoughts through touch alone. She shifted, just enough, her hips rocking a minuscule amount against him, and was rewarded by the way his breath hitched in his throat. She leaned close, her hair spilling over her shoulder in rippling waves as she pressed her wine-stained lips against the sensitive shell of his ear. Aymeric's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, but he was achingly alert.
He was achingly alert and awake when she whispered to him in the lost Gelmorran she rarely used, her voice pitched low to catch the pronunciation in her throat. Lover. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her tight against him, heat rising, blood pumping. He turned his head fast enough to catch her lips, coaxing her into a kiss that was languid and open, tasting of wine and spices and promises more than happy to be kept. He spoke in turn, the old Ishgardian rolling off his tongue and onto hers as he murmured into her mouth, possessive and wanting. Wife. Her teeth scraped against his lower lip, and her hips rolled with purpose now, startling a broken gasp out of him that she bit down on just that much harder. One of his hands pressed down her lower back, inching ever lower until his fingers pressed against the end of her tailbone, the beginning of the tempting dipping curves of her, and she arched her spine into the touch, unable to press as close as she needed without crawling into his skin entirely. She threaded her fingers back into his hair, knotted and possessive, and kissed him like she was drowning, warm and open in the flickering firelight. The wineglass nearby sat forgotten as Aymeric's clever fingers eased lower in their journey, forcing the air from her lungs and her thighs to spread open further over him, an invitation he didn't intend to refuse.
something something write drunk edit sober, something something else mods are asleep post nsfw snips
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"Have they always been here?" "I don't know." Aymeric was a warm, solid presence at her side in the cold stillness of the night, his gloved hand lightly protective where it rested gently at her waist. Around them, the ancient Coerthan mountains whispered gently in the frozen darkness, softly crowned in distant starlight. The land felt vast and intimate, hushed and poignant as they stood in the shadows of the rocky cliff faces, alone save for their strange company. It had taken little tempting for her to leave the city. The taste was still strange in her mouth, this new ability to be seen together in public. To have her hand clasped in his without the shelter of a tabletop, or to let her gaze wander unfiltered across his face where anyone would interpret the naked expression she wore. They had existed so long in shadows that it felt natural for him to lace his fingers in hers and gently lead her away from the merry Starlight celebrations that no longer needed their active, official presence. "I've only ever seen them during Starlight," Aymeric continued, his voice pitched low, his head bent towards her as he spoke so his lips nearly brushed her ear. "I don't know what they're called." Her hand bare, she reached slowly forwards. The creature's breath was warm and damp on her skin, its nose snuffling curiously against her palm. It was long and elegant, reminiscent of does she'd encountered before, yet with none of their hostile defensiveness. This creature was innocent. Pure in a way that made something hollow in her chest ache.
"I've never told anyone," Aymeric said after a stretch of silence. Another doe had ambled up, her delicate nose pressing quietly against his elbow, searching for hidden offerings of food, comfortable in her innate knowledge that they wouldn't hurt her. "They'll be gone by sunrise." "Thank you." It was more mere movement of her lips than words spoken aloud, but he heard her anyway, as he always had. His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her in enough so that he could press his lips, warm and sure, against her temple. "We can stay with them," he said softly, and she turned to kiss him properly, the gentle creatures their only witnesses, ones who would never tell of her fragile display of intimacy. Above, the stars rolled their slow revolution across the sky. Below, the nameless creatures were fleeting. But in that moment, they existed, together in secret, despite all odds. Thorne and Aymeric existed, together in secret, despite all odds. And that counted for something.
Merry Starlight.
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I've been thinking nonstop about making an oc based off of the . and you know what. I already wrote a poem about the . so why not.
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Chapter 7
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Chapter 6
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(Gotta love writing 5.5 pages of lore for a new character.)
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