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@aflatussolace
AFLATUSSOLACE is a independent FINAL FANTASY XIV original character multi-muse, featuring primarily healers at present. Written by ALLEN ( 26, transmasc, they/he ) and crossover friendly. rules. muses. interest tracker.
OTHER BLOGS. @nascentgliint ( multifandom multi-muse ), @crystalmarred ( crystal exarch )
archiving.
I didn’t realize I hadn’t come over here and said as much, but this blog is archived. The muses were moved to @nascentgliint, since they get less interaction, but I’d still like to write them. And I already had OCs from other fandoms over there so meh.
archiving.
I didn’t realize I hadn’t come over here and said as much, but this blog is archived. The muses were moved to @nascentgliint, since they get less interaction, but I’d still like to write them. And I already had OCs from other fandoms over there so meh.
sry ily / elliot lee
*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy
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@graceful-cure-swan — "This is starting to sound very shady." (To Ravatt from Tsubasa's ffxiv verse!)
“Aye, well, if yer not interested, s’hardly my fault if ya ain’t got any potions,” Ravatt says, shaking the bottle in her direction. Yeah, sure, she may have... misappropriated some of the ingredients, but like hells anyone would be able to figure that out. ‘Sides, they weren’t seeing much use, covered in dust as they were. “If ye don’t want it...”
its okay to be a stupid bitch with no career aspirations ... embrace it
sirenicae:
“And…? Even if it is something as simple as that, I would hope you to be enjoying yourself! Honestly, when do we ever get a moment to relax?” It was true, there was hardly a moment when Alisaie felt she wasn’t running around talking to someone or on the move trying to train. Being able to sit back every once in awhile to watch the Warrior of Light do something he enjoyed was nice! Even if it was something she didn’t necessarily understand.
“You know, my mother would try to teach Alphinaud and I both how to sew, and while he caught on rather quickly, I could never catch one~ Always wanted to rush and get it done, I suppose. Though honestly, could you see me sitting around like Tataru sewing all day?”
“That... is true,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, still CONFUSED as to how he was deserving of happiness, all for simply sitting down and patching up clothes. Or... perhaps she wasn’t talking about the repairs specifically when she’s said that.
But then Alisaie starts to speak of her mother, how she’d tried to teach them both.
“Why not?” Heron asks, not swayed by the insinuation that weaving didn’t suit her. “It can be really relaxing if you let it be! Just think about the journey, not the destination!”
Though that did sound like Alisaie.
“Maybe you should try it again! Or something similar! Cooking?”
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave H E R O, the tortured S O U L, the A L T R U I S T, the P R A G M A T I S T.
They will tell you who you S E E but you and you alone know who you a r e
independent final fantasy xiv multimuse | main: xaela au’ra warrior of light penned by criim
@riftdancer
“Ah, well. I suppose so.” she rubs the back of her head. The only person who writes to her was the gunbreaker and R’leia’s parents, so there wasn’t like she had a whole lot. But the latter senders, although they mean no harm, would always put the brunette through a dour mood after writing back.
She wouldn’t want to speak more of her writing abilities, feeling as though the teen wasn’t being considerate of the other if Leia tries to voice the difficulties in learning Eorzean. Never mind Norvrandt as she would have left it to the more adept in learning to figure it out.
And though Eorzean is the more used among them now, she writes to her old companions in Rieze Maxian. “I should check to see if I have a response. It’s been a week or two, I believe.”
“Mayhaps you should,” he says simply, lips tilted upwards into a barely-there smile.
“Say hi for me next time you write them, would you? Can’t really do it myself, since I’m about as literate as a sack of popotos.”
It’s a joke, but it falls a bit flat. Perhaps funnier would’ve been if he pointed out that he spent the better part of their whirlwind adventure as a Warrior of Light with a grimoire he couldn’t read strapped to his hip.
vierandancer:
“Really?!” How lucky! Now she wouldn’t have to go back to Tataru empty-handed! “That’d be great! How much would you charge? I she needed, I think, stacks of at least…sixty each?”
“Uh,” Heron says, with unparalleled intellect that would surely wow any omni-crafter that was significantly better at working the marketboard than he would ever be. “I... dunno how much it’s worth, actually. It’s not very hard to get so...”
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@fenixdown — Alta pulled back, desperate to catch her breath and soothe the butterflies that blossomed in her chest. For but a beat, Alta was dazed, drawing her tongue over her lower lip from the little pull of his teeth, before her irises found focus on his face.
And then she stared. She covered her mouth, a blush beginning to color her cheeks under her smeared face paint.
"S - ...Sair'a - my paint - you didn't let it dry," she sputtered. He had the pigment everywhere - on his own lips, on his fingertips where he had held her jaw - in the corners of his mouth where she had strayed - ... oh, they had made a mess of things.
It wasn’t everyday that he managed to meet a healer from the Azim Steppe, much less get to know one as he’d been fortunate enough to do with Altansarnai Kha-go, the Warrior of Light of all people. Perhaps some of these things could take the blame for his attraction, though he would be hard-pressed to put fault on one thing in particular.
And Sair’a was nothing if not forward.
His laugh is light, mirthful even as he smiles, watching her cheeks flush beneath the skewed face paint. It had smeared wherever he touched, whether it be their lips or the glide of his fingertips along her jaw—the latter of the which he had not yet retracted from her person.
“Ah, what a pity. I suppose we’ll need to start again—”
How lucky he was that she was not apt to teach him a lesson for putting the paint to waste, for smearing it and then daring to suggest that they start over because surely she knew how that would go...
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@riftdancer
The attack she had just unleashed pushed her body to it’s limit, nearly sending her to her knees. The brunette stabs her spear into the ground, hoping to hold herself up as she felt exhaustion overtaking her.
“Ha…haha, considering that I based this attack of his…I would at least take the latter compliment…” a smile broke through her exhaustion, thankful for him and his support.
“Even if you’re fast on your feet, I’m sure I’d weigh you down…” she chuckles, “Maybe somewhere that’ll keep us out of harms way while I regain my strength.”
Amusement subsides when R’leia stabs her spear into the dirt beneath them, using it as a crutch. He crosses the distance quickly, holding a hand out, more than prepared to catch her, should he need to.
“Weigh me down?” he says with a breath of laughter, though the seriousness of his expression does not match the tone of his voice. “You look near as light as my sisters. Just as light, if you discount the spear.”
But he is quick to move around her, ducking beneath her arm to replace the spear as what is holding up, though he does not lay a hand on her besides without first posing the question, “Can you walk at all or should I carry you?”
Surely she would need support either way and a spear was no walking stick, unless she wanted to swap weapons—and the height of his staff might do more harm than good.
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A life dedicated to a just cause
give me the ugly
give me the good
give me the raw
give me the uncertainty
give me the pain
give me the joy
give the relief
give the heartbreak
give me the hatred
give me the realism every author seeks. when i say i am here to write, i am here to write. i want what your characters is, i want who they are in every shape and form. don’t alter your character for me. bring them at their rawest, whether that is a man-eating cow plant who is also a juggler, or if they are a sweetest little creature in history. but give me realism. i am an author who thrive from realistic occurrences, even in the world of fantasy.
there’s a place for you by my side, always
