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...when you wanna kiss two very different npcs

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quickly posts asahis before stormblood is finally a remnant of the past

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aw heck i forgot about my ffxiv blog again BUT HEY HELLO!! IT’S BEEN A WHILE!! i was at fanfest last weekend (for the first time!) and it reminded me about how much i love.... ffxiv...... i’ve been playing since 2014, which isn’t as long as some people, but it’s hard to believe 4 years have flown by so quickly?! i still vividly remember running around in potato sack conjurer robes and getting my ass handed to me by giant morbols i also made charms of l’yuta to toss at pals and now i have a humble collection of friends’ wols as well, and it makes my heart warm looking at them dangling on my badge lanyard heh

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ii. the high priestess

wisdom, mystery, intuition

for the wol tarot deck organized by @mallius !! i was supposed to have finished this like a month ago but i . ... ........ anyway, here’s l’yuta looking disgruntled as always (nothing new). 

you can check out the rest of the cards here!

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Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

for @einearin and @douchewight (modern au)

L'yuta wakes up to screaming.

After peeling his face off his ochem textbook and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he realizes it isn't screaming -- it's laughter.

He fumbles around for his phone and glares at the screen -- which (much too brightly) reads 3:14 AM.

Another round of laughter drifts up from downstairs.

L'yuta sighs the tired sigh of a premed student two weeks before final exams and shuffles outside to tell whoever it is downstairs to shut the fuck up because some people need to sleep.

Instead he finds his stuffy neighbor Einearin Douma sitting at a table next to loudmouth, obnoxious Cicereaux Chevalier and L’yuta freezes for a moment because he’s suddenly positive he’s dreaming.

“And then,” Cicereaux says, sniggering, “that’s how the entire class saw how tiny his dick was.”

Einearin guffaws so hard she nearly spills her beer all over herself.

L’yuta turns around and leaves immediately.

(The next morning he once again wakes up to screaming, although this time it’s followed by dozens of beer cans crashing to the floor and Cicereaux hollering, “you’re way more fun when you’re drunk!”)

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Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

for @m-s-ka and @dieciaem

“A job well done,” Cessna crows, “and look what our client gave us as a bonus!” She hoists a large jug of alcohol into the air, and both L’yuta and Misik’a share similar looks of alarm.

“You’re a lightweight,” L’yuta says, immediately, and Misik’a nods in agreement. Cessna huffs.

“Well,” she continues, unwavering, “maybe I am—“ Lyuta opens his mouth to interrupt, but Cessna continues without pause, “—but it wouldn’t do to turn down our client’s goodwill.”

L’yuta frowns. Misik’a fiddles with his gloves.

“And this is the good stuff,” she adds, finally, “super expensive. It’d be a waste of money to throw it out.”

L’yuta freezes.

-- 

Misik’a doesn’t know how he ended up like this, stuck between L’yuta and Cessna as they both slowly demolished the parting gift from their client. Cessna is out like a light immediately, giving Misik’a a near heart attack as she falls asleep on his shoulder.

L’yuta on the other hand looked halfway between wanting to tell his entire angsty life story or giving Misik’a (and the KO’ed Cessna) a hug, but fortunately does neither and ends up dozing off halfway through his third drink instead.

Unfortunately, Misik’a still can’t move – not with Cessna sleeping on one shoulder and L’yuta leaning against the other – and ends up staying absolutely still and wide awake until Mother Miounne walks in the next morning and (gently) throws them all out.

He doesn’t mind though.

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Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa.

for @auntie-baachan

"Sorry, it's a bit dusty," L'yuta says as he pushes the door open. The hinges creak like it hasn’t been used in years.

"It's fine," Odilette says, just as curtly. She follows him inside, mangled arm hanging limply at her side. In any other case, she would have just wrapped it up herself -- she'd been in enough fights in her lifetime to know more than just basic first aid. But her arm was definitely broken -- in multiple places -- and the sheer amount of blood loss she incurred before L'yuta stanched the violent flow of blood would have knocked out a lesser person.

At least it didn’t hurt anymore, which she decided was a blessing. Although having it numb like this probably wasn’t a good sign either.

"Wait here," L'yuta orders, and Odilette sits (not without a brief flare of irritation, because having someone so young ordering her around was... ah, she was getting a bit old, wasn't she?)

L'yuta returns with pile of supplies and gets to work disinfecting and resetting her bones ("this is going to hurt," L'yuta warns, and raises a surprised brow when the only sound Odilette lets escape is a small grunt of pain).

It takes a while before either of them speak again.

"You should really see a chirurgeon," L'yuta finally says, hand hovering over Odilette's bandaged arm as a soothing wave of aether washes over her, "or a healer. They'd have done a much better job." He glances over at Odilette, and she bursts into laughter.

"What, in Gridania?" Odilette says after her laughter subsides. L’yuta continues staring at her, alarmed. "These Gridanians don't take too kindly to us Ala Mhigan folk, y' see?" Her lips curl into a wry smile.

L'yuta blinks, and then nods. "I see." He stands up. "Your arm should be fine, but you shouldn't move it too much for the next few days." He moves to pick up the first aid supplies. "Feel free to stay here for however long you need. There's a bed downstairs."

Odilette nods and L'yuta disappears around the corner. His footsteps slow to a stop. "Thank you, by the way," she hears him say.

Odilette snorts. "Watch it next time, kid. Recklessness will get you killed." It’s ironic, coming from the injured person, but to his credit, L’yuta doesn’t mention this.

The footsteps fade and Odilette lets herself finally relax, sinking back into her chair with a sigh. She stares at the ceiling and breathes in the smell of old wood.

It's been a while since she's stepped foot into an actual home. It’s nice, she lets herself think.

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Break Me (I didn't know you RPed dad)

……ha haha what’s rp (sweating)

this isn’t even angsty but i tried

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“Let go of me.”

L'yuta doesn’t respond and continues dragging Xi forward. The other miqo'te stumbles and bristles furiously and finally rips his sleeve out of L'yuta’s grasp.

“They were just children,” Xi spits, less composed than he would have liked. His white-knuckled grip tightens around the hilt of his sword. “I could have saved them.”

L'yuta doesn’t move. “You would have died.”

“I can defend myself perfectly well.”

L'yuta whirls on Xi, stalks forward and grabs the other miqo'te by the fabric of his dress. “I was hired to protect you. If you want to go die, fine. Do that on your own time. I don’t give a shit.”

“Lord Yhasu.” L’yuta adds, as an afterthought, although it sounds more like an insult with the way he spits Xi’s name out. He drops Xi and whirls back around, stomping forward once again.

Xi sniffs and brushes his dress off where L’yuta had grabbed, but doesn’t say a word.

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Busted!!! with koh and lyutes

L'yuta doesn’t like visiting Ul'dah. It’s loud, it’s smelly, and no one ever speaks the truth. A merchant crows cheerfully about “imported buffalo jerky” to the bustling crowd, and even at ten years of age, L'yuta can smell the gamey scent of common aldgoat.

He sniffs. Cityfolk really were a stupid bunch.

It isn’t long before he spots his first shoplifter. A small red-headed miqo'te – around L'yuta’s own age, from the looks of it, sidles up to the meat stall.

L'yuta stares.

The kid glances around furtively, scoots closer to the stall, and snatches a handful of jerky.

L'yuta can’t help it. “If you’re going to steal, at least be less obvious about it,” he says, loudly, and the other kid drops the jerky with a start. Immediately, the merchant whirls around to start yelling, and L'yuta decides this is a good time to leave.

He pushes his way back through the crowd and steps back into the much quieter adjacent alley, but before he can get too far, a heavy weight hits him in the back and L'yuta goes down like a sack of popotoes.

“Th’ hell was that for,” the weight snarls, and – oh, it was the miqo'te boy from earlier, and he was seething. L'yuta immediately reaches for his knife, which is promptly kicked away.

“Get off me, idiot,” L'yuta says, wheezing for breath, and headbutts the other kid in the chin.

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List of Drabble Prompts

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

Snow: Our characters in the cold together.

Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.

Stars: Our characters under the stars together

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RU COME BACK I MISS U

[einearin]

part of the ongoing canon in our balmung family is that me and odi are constantly growing tired of a v. douchey duskwight named cicereaux

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dad crafted me clothes so i drew a lil portrait to show my appreciation for dad

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SPCKREEAMS I DIDNT SEE YOU POST THIS HERE IM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS

[m-s-ka]

the bun they gave us in-game is so sad and flat

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my friends are the CUTEST

[mallius]

look how handsome all these fckers r :- D

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good friends!!