#ffxiv2019

[fentomes]

It is a known fact that when one lala meets another lala who meets another lala, they all automatically have a silent agreement to be cute as a group.

[altanjhungid]

#20: Bisect

Kuzhuk stares at the entirety of his class while waiting for a response, never once letting his eyes settle on a single student for very long.

“I’ll ask again; what does equidistant mean?” The silence is only interrupted by the squeak of a chair. “What about bisect; what does it mean if a line bisects another line?” Slowly his features narrow and his brow furrows. “No one? Nothing?”

His temper seems to snap and he begins tossing up a flurry of words: “Isosceles, acute, obtuse; rational, transcendental. Normal. Orthogonal, perpendicular. Primitive.” As he rattles off the list in a varying tone, his mood seems to improve. It sounds as though he’s offering a list of his favorite things haphazardly, “Continuous, contiguous, asymmetrical, analytical. Quadratic, quintic, cubic. Linear, polymorphic, conditional, functional, relational?”

Again, he is met with silence. “Ah. Good. Now, I know where to begin!” Kuzhuk walks slowly to the chalkboard and slowly draws a straight line with a dramatic throw of his arm. After a moment, he adds a short base to it with great performative concentration then finishes the very top of the 1 with a flourish.

“Now.“ Kuzhuk says with a click of his tongue, ”Can any of you tell me what this little man is? Some say he’s the loneliest number... Me? I prefer to think of him as the number of people in this room capable of intelligent thought.”

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2019 Prompt 18: Wilt

The worn in soles of the sea wolf’s boots were barely making it off the ground with each step as she passed through the garden on her way home, and gave up the ghost entirely to drag along the floors once she was inside. The last voyage had been an absolute nightmare; from still shaking out mechanical trouble with the ship, the crew not being anything near ready for proper action, to a swarm of other tiny issues along the way. The siren call of the trio’s stock of rum was ringing sharply in her ears, already starting to shuffle off that way when her eyes fell upon the three other residents of their home settled in near the fireplace. Two smiling faces turned up her way, while the smallest was busy being face down in dinner. It’s the final bitch that catches her in just the wrong way, pushing to the front of her mind the selfishness of her planned indulgence even if Sana wouldn’t actually hold it against her.

Those worn feet instead turn her towards the other miqo’te in the room, with Brem slipping down onto her knees with a couple of paces left to go. Tears were threatening to escape out of the one eye still able to offer them as her collapse forward finishes and plants her head in Delesta’s lap, face pressed in against the shocked catte’s core. No words of explanation we’re forthcoming for the two suddenly concerned women, just an occasional muffled sob. With Sana still trapped with the feeding, she offers an inquisitive trill over Del’s way, who manages a bit of a shrug before bringing both of her hands down to the roe’s hair, one taking a soft hold while the other brushes through soothingly, hoping the words would come when she was ready.

The ‘Mountain’ was a word flung at her often, but she’s long since pulled the word into being beyond just her size and build. The sea wolf wanted to be that constant, anchoring force for the handful she cared about. To be all powerful, unmoving, indestructible like the word should imply. Letting that mask fall often pulled the strength out of her fast that whatever caused it to do so in the first place, but if there was anywhere she had to pick for it to happen, it’s there and then with her mates. As the released tension starts to flood out of her right into her lover’s swiftly tear-stained shirt, the first motes of relief are starting to build. Tomorrow she would put herself back together and be a mountain again all the strong, but for tonight she needed to be nothing but rubble.

[lordittetsu]

#15: No Prompt Today!

I have heard that @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast Chose a prompt with an idea in mind and didn’t get that idea. I also decided that the last few entries I have made were kind of dark, so here, have some warmth.

Tegah’a sat on the couch of his Lavender Bed home, staring quietly at the golden furred canine who had approached him shortly after Gan had gone home for the night. The dog, a breed far more common in the Far East, quietly ate the dumplings he had given her, as he really had nothing else. Originally, she had looked tired, her fur was matted by mud, and her spirits broken. Now she was on her third helping of Tegah’s favorite treat, tail swaying lazily, washed and brushed, with a cute bow tied around her neck. He knew it wasn’t uncommon for strays, Noise had taken care of so many, but he hadn’t had many dogs approach him since his change. To him, it was like she was desperate enough for a place to stay that she came to him. He could sense the unease at first, but since she had warmed up slightly. Tegah’a didn’t try to approach her too closely, as she always seemed to keep her distance, so he didn’t even try. Instead he decided to turn in for the night. He stood up with a yawned stretch, taking the long way around the coffee table to not disturb her. “I am going to bed, if you want, you are welcome to join.” She perked her ears toward the voice and nothing more. The Miqo’te stripped down to his pants on his way toward the lofted room, leaving a wake of clothing in his path. He had made sure to clean up the area that usually was a disaster. If he was going to be gone for a few suns, he may as well. He was tired, mostly mentally, and easily collapsed onto the futon for sleep. Not much longer than it took him to get comfortable, he heard the gentle steps as he was approached. A smile formed on his face as the warmth pressed to his back. This was nice, he missed Gilbert so much, but he would never admit it. Sleep came easily that night. He couldn’t tell what time it was in the windowless basement, what he could tell was that he was woken by an unusual sound, a sound that caused panic deep inside. The area was only lit by the fish tank he kept near his bed, but it was enough to allow his eyes to adjust to the sight. His new companion had fully taken the spare futon and it was a mess. He couldn’t quite tell the extent of the situation, but he could smell the scent. It almost attacked his senses. Overwhelmed for a moment he was fearful of the situation, that was until his ears were met with the smallest of sounds. 

Fumbling, he reached for the lamp that was kept near the head of the futon. Light flooded his darkness adjusted eyes, causing him to clench them shut but a moment. When his sight finally could return, his eyes searched for the sound.  The new mother was carefully cleaning a pair of puppies. The two seemed to be a bit lost as they searched for their meal, but bath time was in order first. He quickly searched about for any others, but it was only the two small pups. One a vibrant pale white and the other black. 

It was in that moment he understood why she was so willing to approach, she needed a safe place for her family. He moved over to her to brush along her head, “Don’t worry, I will get the mess in the morning. You can stay here as long as you need.” He knew she couldn’t understand him, but his touch made her wag her tail as she looked toward him, and that at least warmed his heart.

[yzareenxiv]

Prompt 25 - Trust

"The Pack." The words fall from her lips more and more easily every time she says them.

"My Pack."

To be a part of the Pack, one must trust completely in one's packmates. Know that they will be there to lift you when you are weak, that they will stand with you in strength. That they will be where you expect them to be in the hunt, weapons ready and fire in their hearts. That is what it means to be Pack. Move as one, fight as one, hunt as one, kill as one, survive as one. There are individuals amongst the Pack, each person's skill setting them above the other in one way or another. The tracker, the archer, the shield, the sword- some have greater speed, some greater stamina. Some are steadier in the face of the strange or panic-inducing. Others simply know where they are needed and are *there*. Each fits like a puzzle piece, forming a whole that she was proud to lead against any foe, trusting that she is not leading the blind into the jaws of death. The Pack are those she would die for.

"The Family." That is harder.

"My Family."

To be a part of the Family, it goes beyond simply 'trust'. The Family is a matter of faith. A matter of love. The Family are people who she has come to not just care for but give pieces and parts of herself to. They have shared more than just blood. They have shared tears and fear and hope and faith. They have hunted together, yes, but they have also rejoiced after the hunt together in dancing and loving and joy through the tears and blood. They are the people she trusts not only in the wilds, but in the wilds of her heart. The people that she can show her true face to, who accept and love the mess that she is while holding her accountable to being -better-. The ones whose hearts she has cradled when they broke, who have cradled her own when she was shattered. The Family... the Family is who she chooses to live for.

[fentomes]

Cracks me tf up how extra Au Ra females are with their animations.

[fentomes]

When you walk into a murder scene

[fentomes]

wip room. This has been so satisfying to do. The layout and a lot of the elements are inspired by @ourashenbride’s design, she’s my favorite ffxiv homemaker. This is far from finished as I am still trying to figure out what to do with this.