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Writer's Game: First Sentences

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Tagged by @autumnslance ♥️

Tagging: @circle-woman, @ranekvilmas, @trixcuomo, @darbiebot, and @bread-elf.

This is going to take some digging, but let me see what I got. And thank you for the tag! It's nice to see people reading my offerings.

I could've sworn there was another Suzaku writing in my blog, but I can't find it. I'll give you a cookie if you can dig it up for me!

Edit: FOUND IT! On Sabbac's blog. Unfortunately, it was posted in September, so it doesn't count for this meme. :\

"Lost Things," posted 3/8/23. A short about Suzaku and the WoL.

"There were no feathers on the windowsill today. Same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before."

2. "Untitled," posted 2/24/23. A letter from the esteemed Lady Frangelica Treleaux to Lord Edmont Fortemps. I tend to make these things very formal.

"From the desk of Lady Frangelica Treleaux."

3. "And Now We Say Good-Night," posted 11/17/22. Zoissette gets time with her Scion.

"I don't know what to tell you, other than that she's been lying on the fainting couch for hours, not really moving."

4. "DWC, Day 7 - Endless," posted 11/26/22. Zeragosa the dragon takes to new skies, and Sabbac the troll gets her happily ever after.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the portal to Dalaran."

5. "DWC, Day 6 - Unnatural," posted 11/25/22. Caramelle the Lightforged entertains at the Darkmoon Faire.

"Gather round, children of all ages! Come close. I promise I don't bite."

6. "DWC, Day 5 - Lush," posted 11/24/22. Dakora the Tauren writes about Pilgrim's Bounty in a haiku

"This day is for thanks"

7. "DWC, Day 4 - Children," posted 11/23/22. Belle "Anne" Fairweather continues a cycle of familial violence.

"Through heavy rains and lingering clouds of blight, Belle Anne flew, her raven form giving her the speed she needed tonight."

8. "DWC, Day 3 - Mortality," posted 11/22/22. Satoyo Ironpaw, an aging Pandaren, gives a tavern speech.

"Friends! Friends, family. How wonderful it is that we are gathered here at one of the finest eating establishments in all of Pandaria – no, the whole of Azeroth!"

9. "DWC, Day 2 - Orbit," posted 11/21/22. Goblin engineering at their finest. I don't have a good summary for this writing.

"Field Notes! Official! For Grunilda Torchlite (with an e, babe, that’s how I fucking roll)."

10. "DWC, Day 1 - Neglect," posted 11/20/22. This was the first writing where I was ending Sabbac's story.

"Sabbac, was, at this moment, surrounded by dark tan boxes in her Silvermoon studio apartment."

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Hey, just had a kinda quick question for you.

How do you feel about massively-multiplayer games like Final Fantasy 14 or World of Warcraft? Would you ever consider playing them?

I've never heard of you before I saw a post about AI learning from Tumblr, and I'm doing my best to write something you can work with. I hope I'm not confusing you.

Thanks!

I started out really liking FF14 (especially FF14:A Realm Reborn) but it started making me so sick of the grind that I uninstalled it from my computer, just so that I could feel better about myself.

That said, I've only played like 20-30 hours so far, so there's a bit of a selection effect going on. I feel more comfortable about myself now than I did in the beginning of FF14, but I'd say it's worth a try if it sounds interesting to you.

(FFXIV is pretty cool, but if the people I talk to like me at all, they're probably going to be interested in more of a "you'll get a good taste of this" sort of approach. I'm not the target audience for that sort of thing)

[sabbactroll]

DWC, Day 7 - Endless

@daily-writing-challenge

Lyrics: We Said Hello, Goodbye

Zeragosa takes to new skies.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the portal to Dalaran."

"New or old?"

Zeragosa, a tall blue dracthyr with pale blue eyes and scales, cocked her horned head slightly. "I'm sorry. I thought that there was one city named Dalaran? There are two?"

The young portal mage next to her, a human with bright blonde hair and green eyes, sighed with exaggerated heaving shoulders. Clearly this was not the first time they'd gotten this question. "We have portals to Old Dalaran and New Dalaran. Old Dalaran is located above the continent of Northrend, New Dalaran is above the Broken Isles. I am required to tell you that you may experience some temporal anomalies whilst traveling; these are contained time bubbles, constantly monitored in case there are 'complications.'" The mage took a breath. "With all that said, where did you intend on going?"

Zera grinned. "Wherever I can find the biggest sky."

---

Icatia's feet wobbled on her family's polished stone balcony. She mustn't slip! Great dancers don't slip up, like, ever. Well, sometimes. Time to spin! Oh, how her new plum colored dress sparkled in the darkness above Suramar, like a million stars in the sky. The other girls would be so very jealous.

Thankfully, the little nightborne's mother was just a step away should she fall, and there were strong, steady hands holding her arms up. "An' spin, an' spin, and stop!" said her troll dance instructor sharply. "Arms up 'ere, hon, yah want ta be lookin' like a lotus flower bloomin' when yah finish." A wobbly end to the dance routine, but Icatia got all the way to the end. She deserved a cookie.

The clever girl was about to scoot off to the kitchen, if she didn't get distracted by a blue dart with wings up in the skies. "Miss Sabbac?" Icatia asked, standing on the very tippy top of her toes so her teacher could hear out of her big pointy ears. "What's that?"

"What's what, hon?"

"That, up there! Ummmm, there's a big bird with wings and legs...and it's blue....and it's, um, it's going up and down and up and down.. It's got a big nose, and it's flapping its wings. Fwuh, fwuh!"

The blue troll tugged on her earrings and hmm'ed, deep in thought. "Could be one a' dose blue dragons from up de way. We just let dem be, right?"

"Mhm!" said Icatia enthusiastically. "Let them fly and fly."

"Good. One more run through a' yah routine, den we'll get cookies, right?"

"Okay!"

[noonmutter]

"Biiiiiig furry mon...eeheehee. I wanna be pettin' yah all over. Heee!"

“I got nothin’ but time, luv. Come get it, hey?”

[zeehva]

If I were to buy an incense blend with your character's signature scent(s), what would they be and why?

“The incense would likely smell mainly of peaches and firewood, with a lingering aroma of amaryllis. Peaches are a staple of my diet, and with how much I travel campfires are a necessity for cooking and keeping warm. The amaryllis is because it is my favorite flower. You can often find one stuck in my hair.”

- Thank you @sabbactroll

[darbiebot]

PDA that’s a definite ‘no’?

“Oh, Nothing more than a heated kiss, i’m afraid. Neighbor gossip would be.... annoying to deal with. I know those circles, they’re vultures swooping in for the kill.”

[sabbactroll]

DWC, Day 1 - Neglect

Day 1 of the 2022 Daily Writing Challenge.

Sometimes we need to move on. I've been sitting on this story for a while.

Lyrics: Duchess - Genesis

Characters: Sabbac

Sabbac, was, at this moment, surrounded by dark tan boxes in her Silvermoon studio apartment. Lots of boxes: little ones bound up tight with string, big ones with the lids folded into themslves to save on packing material (a trick Sab picked up from someone, she didn't remember who). A walk-in dresser's worth of costumes that needed to be catalogued, and either given away or put into bags for Moving Day. Canes, prop knives, a sledgehammer covered in crunchy red and blue glitter (How was she supposed to get rid of that?). A portrait of her, painted by one of her former Succulent Tart guildmates, with very intense eyes. Objects that had meaning, once upon a grand time. All reminders of the neglect this place endured.

The troll, unlike the boxes, was covered in something more substantial - a nice purple nightgown with her named stitched into the breast pocket. "SAB," all done up with golden thread. The colors were, sadly, faded from age, a likely consequence of it sitting on her bedside table for years. Sometimes, when she was by herself, she'd run her fingers over the fabric, just for the feeling. Still soft, after all this time. It felt nice to be enveloped in comfort.

"Sab? I'm coming in. It's Herathriel."

Sabbac turned her head towards the door leading out of her apartment. The voice had the dreamy, breathy quality that Nightborne elves seemed to possess, the kind that hinted at their regal heritage. "I'm coming over to sit by you, dear. ...These are a lot of boxes! I see you've made progress since I was last here. Excellently done. I also see the wardrobe didn't fall over in my absence, very good."

"Yah don' need ta patronize me, mon. Yah know I can go through m' tings all by myself." Sabbac tugged on the robes in a vain attempt to make them tighter around her chest. "Jus' takes me some time ta do it."

"I was giving you compliments, dear. Nothing of ill intent intended." Hera's voice had a tendency of dropping into a deep alto when she was concerned about something, and here it was happening again. "You could at least say 'Thank you, Hera, for helping me to get packed up. You didn't have to do it, but here you are, a good friend helping another good friend in their time of need.'"

Sabbac turned away from Hera and mumbled a "Thank you." Pride was always one of her greatest sins - that's what the venthyr told her, when she was patrolling Oribos as a death knight. Back before her mother bargained with the Loa of Death and made a deal on her behalf, a deal which she never asked for.

Hera sighed. Sabbac could hear her walking into the bathroom, rummaging around, and coming back to sit by her. “I’ll take what I can get,” the elf said. “At least, I’m not coming in to find you sprawled out on the floor. That was a bad day for me. First time we met outside of saying hello’s, incidentally.” Rustle, rustle. Little spikes dug into the troll’s scalp, a hint that Hera was running a brush through the troll’s hair. She must have thought that Sab wasn’t looking her best. “Your eyes aren’t getting better. Can you see me at all, anymore?”

Sabbac shook her head.

“That’s what I thought. Bwomsandi must be taking more of his ‘bargain’ or whatever,” said Hera, matter-of-factly. “I mean, I don’t want to fuss over you, but someone *should* help you, you know? You deserve to be a queen, and a queen can’t be herself if she’s falling in the shower. It just doesn’t work that way. I’m going to give your back muscles a little massage. They look tense."

How can muscles look tense, Sabbac thought, before saying “I jus’ don’ want ta be treated like someone’s toy, okay? Me mudda didn’t raise me ta be sittin’ around eatin’ grapes from some magic floatin’ cup. I can get tings done when I need dem done. I’m fine.”

Hera huffed as she started to work on Sab’s left shoulder, kneading the skin with care. “You may have been fine before, I mean, I don’t know everything about you, but I know you were…dead…for a while. People came looking for you. I know I got asked ‘Where’s Sabbac?’, because I live down the hall from you, and I said, ‘I don’t know.’ And then you show up, and you look fine, but then I come upon you on the floor, not able to get up, with your eyes all white. You were in bad shape, Sab.”

The rest of Hera’s visit went on like this, with the elf talking Sabbac’s long ears off and saying how much the troll needed her until goodbyes were shared. It was hard to tell where the charity ended, and Hera’s desire to be “the good neighbor” began. Sabbac felt like a toy, being talked to and thrown about before being placed on the shelf until it was playtime again. Maybe her feelings were wrong. They very well could be.

Regardless, moving day would be tomorrow, with Hera’s goblin friends coming by to take everything to Sabbac’s new home in Suramar. There, she’d open the Snack Shack again; start a dance studio; and have some quiet place to start over. This blindness would not stop her from finding the peace she so sorely desired.

[sabbactroll]

DWC 2022 - Day 2 (Gluttony)

An Apology, to my Final Fantasy XIV character

i beg your forgiveness

for using fantasias

to change your looks so many times

i know i shouldn't spend the money

i know i should be more careful

but every time you change

i want to experience more and more of you

i want to see eorzea and beyond through your eyes

(and i also love your ass

and your chest

they are glorious)

i know i'm weird

and hungry for pixel booty

and i apologize

once more

as i buy another fantasia potion

from the mogstation