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5 Year Anniversary - Thank You!
Today, February 4, 2019, marks not only Sceada’s 25th birthday, it is also the 5th anniversary of me creating this blog here, and beginning to roleplay as my little Burmecian.
5 years… that’s a long time. Time, during which much has happened. There have been so many adventures and meetings, have been so many encounters and situations I was allowed to write with you lovely people. There has been so much room for my character to grow, to learn, to form friendships and bonds, becoming a better man in the process. There has been so much development, so many ways in which he’s changed, so many people he connected to…
And I wouldn’t want to miss a single one of them.
Sure, there have been bad times too. Times where there wasn’t much happening, or where that which was happening ended up leaving a heavy burden upon us, where it affected us in more ways than we imagined, both positively and negatively, and there have even been tears we cried over it all. Be it because things did not work out as we hoped, be it because we felt the pain of our characters, or be it even because we lost friends. For after all, paths not only cross and align at times, they also separate again, with some never to meet ours again, no matter how sad a thought this may be.
But such is life, and rather than list off all the things that happened, all the stories and ideas that developed and bloomed in those five years, I’d like to do something else:
I want to thank everyone who walked this path together with me, no matter how briefly.
And so I have spent the last week going through my blog and a total of 4682 posts with the goal of listing up everyone that has ever interacted with Sceada and this blog here. Whether that be by simple starters or lengthy plays, by sending in asks or perhaps by drawing a lovely picture of him unprompted, everyone who ever interacted with me and Sceada here on this blog, I wish to thank you.
And so, even though many of you are no longer here, have moved on or perhaps even forgotten about this here all together, I would like to list you all up here, under the cut. All 217 of you that I managed to count.
Consider this a huge thank you for everything, my friends! I do sincerely hope we’ll get to share more stories in the future, and that we’ll get to connect with each other, be it again after a long time, some more, or even entirely new. Thank you for making my time here what it has been, and for turning this hobby into one so very dear to me. I love you all.
Sincerely, Patrick~
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I’m incredibly touched that you remembered all of us there at the top. We all might not be on anymore, but I am absolutely ecstatic that you remembered us. Thank you so much for the mentions Impa is the entire reason I saw this, I’m glad I haven’t changed that blog And listen if you want to ever do a thing again, I will dredge up what I can from the old blog and I’d be happy to write in the IX fandom again, and on Demi in general because she really does need the love.
Congrats on the 5 years and surviving the mass exodus from this site, I’m glad to see more of us original few still around.
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
ansjahs:
Nidhogg tipped his head back, a crimson eye upon the young woman. She was not a normal mortal, from the look and smell of things. The unoccupied shoulder raised up, before lowering. He was not surprised by her statement. Many found him to be overbearing, intimidating. Perhaps it was his stature. His choice of words. The tone inflected in his voice.
A twitch of fingers, and the string of the harp whined slightly. The great wyrm snarled low in agitation, and lessened the tension in it. Hn. He would have to get it looked at soon. Eventually.
“I see.” He spoke finally, looking back at the woman, “Thou art far from home then, art thou not?” He inquired, the broodling giving a soft, low and sleepy chrr as they settled. Nidhogg smiled faintly at the noise, reaching once more to run his fingers against the snout of the little one.
“I shan’t attack thee, Miss. Thou hast done nothing to draw mine ire.” And so long it remained that way, Nidhogg would tolerate her presence… for now.
Ria waits just a moment before she takes him at his word, patting her side to summon Naihla to her side before moving closer. After a second of deliberation she decides that sitting before the other was probably safer to do than sitting beside him, a place where he might mistake a movement for something malicious or dangerous. In many ways predicting how he would react to her was a lot like keeping track of the animals she so very often shared homes with. Knowing when she’d overstayed her welcome was always something that she needed to know.
Sitting near another was a practiced thing by now, Ria sitting with her tail curled around the front of her ( both because it made her seem like a less appealing target and because it was harder to step on or harm it like this ) and the panther sitting curled around the back of her, staring at the male and the little dragon.
“O-oh... Yes I am, though I have not lived there in some time. I wanted to travel, so I have come here. Though had I known that most would look at me like I am a prize, perhaps I would have stayed in the Steppes.” The Au Ra of the East cared more for one’s martial prowess than anything else, and she could only imagine how they lived.
@ansjahs is putting up with them.
Ears twitch upon hearing him talk, not expecting someone like him to actually speak with her, but none the less listening to what it was he was saying. Was she a threat to him? The scales from the little dragon would sell well, but she’d long since promised herself that only aggressive and adult creatures would every find themselves at the end of her bow and knives. Instead of immediately responding though, she placed a hand on her companion’s snout and whispered soothing words. She could defend if she needed to, but Naihla needed to let her speak with the man before she attacked him.
“I don’t mean harm to either you or your companion. Just... you do not feel the same as others I have met. I... do not know how to describe it.” Plenty of those she’d met were loud and had no care for something so small. Sure, if it was cute that would be one thing, kept as pets to impress others, but she’d not seen a little dragon so friendly with someone.
“I am just curious.”
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
There are no small number of people living in the cities that the grand companies control, and for most ( merchants, adventurers, soldiers ) that is more than alright. Races living in harmony for the most part and attempting to keep themselves rich or at least in enough money and food to survive. For others, it is oppressive. Whether it be the markings or lack there of, because they are of two tribes or two races, or just because there are few of their race in the area, eyes follow them all over city streets. Creatures like this vastly prefer living in the wilds, and have ended up the hunters and traders that many rely on for their craft.
A woman named Ria is no different. Hailing from the far north of Doma, she is a kitsune with few if any of her kind in Eorzea. As such, she is something of a rarity, and has grown to hate the looks of confusion and fear, those of greedy intelligence or just plain greed that follow her in cities. Fortunately for her, she does not need to live in cities, or even go in them often at all. On occasion she will wander in on her own, floor length black tail just barely dusting the ground as she hauls the skins and furs that she’s taken from her hunts. All she ever really needs is salt and herbs rare to the climate she is living in, keeping her and her black panther, Naihla, safe and sound.
Ria, for the mot part, does not trust strangers. Too many run ins with those that would kill and skin Naihla and a few that thought she would be perfect for whatever less than kind ideas ran through their heads have left her wary of Eorzeans, though that is not to say that she will not speak to them.
theblackgaelicatte:
Vhaso’a paused again, and there was a moment of realization that he hadn’t bothered the woman, despite the risk of him inserting his own foot into his mouth. He still looked much like a deer caught in the headlights, though his mind raced. What could he say that was honest enough but not particularly damning?
Say something and stop staring, damn it.
“No, no, but, um.” He paused. “I do apologize if I was staring too much.”
…Well done, you fucking idiot.
Her smile widened at that. Drunk indeed, because no filter seemed to be in place, if the look on his face was anything to go off of. Apparently he wanted to say something else but words didn’t seem to be working for him. One ear flicked, the product of both amusement and a little firefly deciding to pull on it. Not that he’d see, but she’d certainly know the annoyance of it’s insistence to go play.
It’d have to wait, because at the moment she’d found a toy that she vastly preferred to pestering whomever it is they happened across.
〝 Everyone stares, not really something new. Though can I ask your name? I am certain it will give you something to talk about other than how attractive I am. 〞
@theblackgaelicatte | x
There was literally no stopping the snicker, ears flattening slightly as her tail was brought up to lay in her lap rather than sit on the dirty floor while she sat. She did have to admit that he was cute though, and if this was what he said when drunk, she wanted to see what he would do when he was completely plastered. Mortals usually were more entertaining than immortals anyways, less things to hide from people for fear of exploiting a weakness.
It was all drama.
〝 Well I would certainly hope so! Though I do hope you don’t mean it in a ‘she’s exotic and I want a piece of it, kind of way. 〞
"I turned around. You were gone."
six-word sentences - accepting
Ria turned around at the voice, smiling quietly at the shorter woman. Yes she’d disappeared not long after her 18th birthday, she just didn’t want to have to explain why she needed to wander and not sit in the same place like her parents had for most of their lives. Not that they really needed to know what she had been getting into since then, but still she was going to pester them whenever she returned for a visit.
〝 I was an adult when I made that decision. I’m sure Forgall told you both where I went. 〞
kiero esos guantes >////<
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
Reblog if your muse has had a near death experience.
@an-sjahs
She did start a moment, Maahes making a quiet sound of comfort. He knew this one, had seen him around here before and knew that he only had the best of intentions. Still, he did stand and move so that he could stare at the newcomer. Friendly or not, he wasn’t going to let the dragon pester the kitsune.
Ria for her part just looked up, mismatched eyes cautious and gauging whether he would do something before looking back down to the wyrmling in her lap, scratching its stomach once more. She couldn’t quite understand them, either because they were too young, or were not trying to talk, but the sounds they were making had to be happy ones, right? They’d bite her if they had an issue.
〝 None of their parents have told me off yet, and they seem happy. I think I’ll stay, Ser Brood Father. 〞
@menphinaalthyk
Name: Demetria ‘Ria’ Nocturne (S’kiazo) Age: 23 (actually and physically) Occupation: Hunter, musician Alignment: Immortal, half-blood (Voidsent/God) Birthplace: Idyllshire City-state of Residence: - Gridania Race: Kitsune (Fantasia’d from a Miqo’te halfbreed) Hair: black (blue tint) Eyes: dark pink and red (dichromatic) Skin: tanned Height: 5’7″ Nameday: January 12th Weapon proficiency: Magic, Firearms, Bow (Minor control over voidsent, those assigned to her by Diablos) Spouses: N/A
History:
Ria is an anomaly, born from the coupling of a voidsent and a god, a child which should have had no chance of surviving in the first place. Luck was on Diablos and Menphina’s side, and they did have a child. Not long after she was born did it become apparent that she had inherited a lot of her parent’s proficiency in magic, both healing and attack magics something that were unknowingly slung around the loft until she was old enough to understand what she was doing.
The older she got, the more it was clear that the Cloud wanted to either pull her to it’s side, or kill her outright. A solid blow on what had once been her second in command, though after multiple attempts, Diablos would assign Forgall to keep her safe. And despite the general’s eagle eye over her, it would be Feridad that gave her the first fantasia when she was little more than 16.
At 18 Ria decided she wanted to be a kitsune, after having seen one on the streets. She felt at home in the other form, deciding that she would stay like this.
Whenever she wanders the wilds, one can likely either see her with Maahes or Lyth’s coeurl, hunting partners who rather enjoy the time they spend with her.
Personality:
Ria has all the sense that Forgall instilled in her as she was growing up, along with being wary of most things like her parents. Because she has a target on her back nigh constantly, one that has since caused a lack of privacy for her, she tends to keep to crowds and other people because of there being less of a chance of being attacked.
Ria has inherited the insatiable libido that both of her parents are known for. Throw in the good looks and she is likely one of those conquests that will end up conquering you.
Features:
Because she has used fantasia to make herself a kitsune permanently, she looks all together stunning. Large triangle ears sit atop her head, jet black like the pixie cut she sports. A large chest and nicely sized rear fill out her torso, while the black tail she sports is long enough to dust the ground when she walks. It is fluffy, about the size of her torso and longer than it, she uses it to keep her warm if she is ever in a colder region.
Aleryth pulled her knife off her belt and cut very thin slices off the meat, like prosciutto or something similar, then layered the slices onto her muffin to make a little sandwich. “I am sure it’s delicious,” she said, before taking a little bite and chewing thoughtfully.
“Mmmm…I have a weakness for dodo,” she admitted, taking another bite and chewing it daintily. She seemed in a much better mood now that she was warm, and didn’t seem especially daunted that they would likely be spending the night out here.
〝 I’ll have to remember that for the next time we are stranded in the middle of the wilderness. 〞
Ria patted Naihla’s head, trying to get her up so she could do whatever it is she wanted. There wasn’t enough food on her to feed the panther, and they both knew it. Didn’t take another pat as she shot out of the cave faster than most had probably seen from a creature her size. Food and exercise and probably tormenting whatever things she could find.
〝 But really? Those smelly flightless birds? 〞