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Six Character Inspirations meme!
Honestly wish I would’ve had more room for these, but am too simple to make my own templates. (And I lol at using Nepenthe for one of Oakmoss’s, since Nepenthe was Oakmoss 1.0.)
Am tagging @heroicn0nsense , @clockworkdragonffxiv , @yokasaris , @savothesewercat , @shroudandsands , @sliptohk , @aces-and-kings , @whitherwanderer , @kich-rp , @pinxli , @captainkurosolaire , @bough-waker , @lettersnorth , @houserosaire and YOU! If you have already done it and I missed it, lemme know...or not, I’m not the boss of you.
(Art of Nepenthe and Anne-Sophie by @benveydraws , art of Idanwyn by @fibbogumi. Apparently I need to get art of GremlinBun.)
#WoL inspo chart#ffxiv meme#Anne-Sophie Bale#idanwyn lluanswys#Oakmoss Vithsyna#and yes I know some of these are more Concepts than Characters but shh
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[ part 1 ] [ part 2 ] [ part 3 ]
Crack film stills based on a silly drabble by @idanwyn
( feat. @shroudandsands )
#ffxiv#ffxiv screenshot#[ edits ]#[ the longest road ]#[ the worn edge ]#AND#idanwyn lluanswys#[ reshade ]#[ anamnesis ]#[ custom pose ]#[ photoshop ]
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From serious talks about life to blitzball conspiracy theories and a shared “delusion” of a paissa over badly mixed drinks.
Featuring @idanwyn
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Double Trouble
Featuring: Idanwyn Lluanswys & Aultena Sephimiri
Look who I found in a random roulette! Definitely an awesome tank, 10/10 would run with again! I was ecstatic to see a face I knew from Tumblr!
♥ @idanwyn
#ooc :: angel in the wings#random nonsense#the mun behind the muse#FFXIV#FFXIV Screenshots#Look At My Beautiful Friend#Friend Screenies#Friendly Reblog#FFXIV Friends#Tumblr Friends
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From Shore to Distant Shore: Seeking Nature’s Voices
From Shore to Distant Shore: Seeking Nature’s Voices
by Idanwyn Lluanswys, Editor-in-Chief
Though one may not know it by looking at me, dear readers, I have spent at least half of my one-and-thirty summers on the shores of Hingashi, and am fluent in the language and familiar with many of the local customs. This is largely owing to my father’s exploits; Lluantoum was a pirate-turned-merchant, and barreled his way into many a partnership with his…
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This is the perfect commission for summer :) It’s been so hot the past couple of weeks that I’m just melting in front of my computer. The fans are set to full blast and windows are open.
WIP
#art commissions#commission in progress#Final Fantasy 14#roegadyn#idanwyn lluanswys#Dragoon#this is my rock
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Jupiter....Supreme....THUNDER!
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Jupiter! Oak! Evolution!
(Part 1 of 2!)
#Idanwyn Lluanswys#my screenshots#gpose#sailor moon#sailor jupiter#ffxiv cosplay#in game cosplay#femroe#roegadyn#sea wolf
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(XIV||22-9): Yawn.
(Continued from here.)
Though her kata were devoid of the elemental energy that usually accompanied the motions, the exercise served its other purpose well; to put Idanwyn at ease, and allow her a few bells of sleep. For reasons unknown, she had never been one to sleep much; three to five bells saw her fully recharged.
It had been five bells this time, almost to the minute. After her morning rituals were complete, she padded up to the deck on soft-soled shoes, taking her turn on watch. Though it wasn’t the traditional place for said shift, she always preferred to take it in the crow’s nest; a holdover from her childhood as a scrawny runt of a Roegadyn, her clan’s rigging rat.
Sipping the confection she called coffee from an insulated bottle, she peered through the binoculars bolted to the decking, whistling Sif’s part of one of her and Dug’s ribald duets. Stripped of her elemental strength as she was, Idan had to focus through more mundane means; she found it relaxing, if an ever-present reminder that she was still weak.
Perhaps her easygoing state caused her to fail to notice it. It wasn’t visible, after all, even though dawn had begun to touch the edges of the horizon with its pale-blue glow, a perfect color match to the Nixie’s crystalline core. Here, where the Sea of Jade met the Sea of Ash, the world was still an unbroken desert of ink-blue saltwater, nary a landmark in sight.
The feeling started as a nervous flutter within her belly. The Captain frowned at her mug of coffee. “Mighthae let ye steep too long, mm?” she muttered, then looked through the binoculars once more, training them on each hand of the horizon’s clock, in sunward order. Nothing; just the ship, its rune-embroidered sails taut with good winds. Though she knew it was fruitless, she stood, keeping her balance with ease, attempting to seek wind or water through her geomancy. Nothing. Just that same static-filled headache that had plagued her ever since her imperfect joining with Himawari.
Yet, the dread felt closer somehow; and then, there it was. A great, yawning pit of abyssal fear, far below the Nixie’s keel. A great mouth, opening wide, impossibly wide, and from between its rotted teeth, a rusted out axe, aimed right for the hull! Idanwyn tried to move, to call out, but she couldn’t; overcome with dread, rooted in place, just like they must have been when they saw the Summerender emerge from the fog, just like...
The distant clanging of her insulated bottle against the main deck freed her from her vision. Trembling, she found that her knobbly-jointed hands were enmeshed in the rigging; her sandaled feet hooked against the railing of the crow’s nest. Her body hung thus suspended, held out over the main deck; a fall that would have grievously wounded her, if not killed her outright.
Something was trying to draw her down. Still shaking, she freed herself from the rope, easing back within the relative safety of the crow’s nest, and flopped to its boards, her back resting against the railing.
Idanwyn had to alert the crew. She would, once she could find her voice again. Once she stopped hearing the salt-filled voice of her father, long-dead, calling her by his favored pet name.
“Syntblyss...me beauty. Ach, syntblyss...”
(Continued & concluded here!)
#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#Idanwyn Lluanswys#Prompt 9#Yawn#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story#juuust under the wire I know#Lluantoum the Depth Charge
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(XIV||22-Finale): Iamb-ish Pentameter.
SCENE: From left to right, OAKMOSS, IDANWYN, and ANNE-SOPHIE stand amidships on the Nixie, looking at the ship’s crystalline core. All have thoughts of ESCAPE and FEAR silvered at the edges with HOPE.
ANNE-SOPHIE [to OAKMOSS.]
If I profane with my unworthiest hand
this haunted ship, Her spirit clothed in mists,
Would you, one passing priestess, ready stand
to bless my rough touch with Sophia’s bliss?
OAKMOSS (scoffing)
Good soldier, tju do wrong tjour hand too much,
an unszeemly example for a witch.
Tjour szaints have hands that gather tju to clutch,
then szing their pszalms and push tju in their ditch.
ANNE-SOPHIE (with wounded pride)
You mean Witchdrop? Where I might meet my end?
IDANWYN [to ANNE-SOPHIE]
Aye, lovely, sae ye best offer yer prayers.
ANNE-SOPHIE (holding her hands to her breast in shock)
You, too, Captain? And here I thought you friend!
Then pray I shall, lest faith turn to despair.
(ANNE-SOPHIE exits stage left, the FURY’S LOOKING-GLASS following after her.)
OAKMOSS [to IDANWYN]
Szaints are not Godsz. They give not, only take.
(OAKMOSS exits stage right, shedding fur, feathers, and cracked gems.)
IDANWYN (sotto voce)
Sounds lit’ ye, e’er chasin’ me Nixie’s wake.
(The lights fade until only the Nixie’s glow is left; curtains fall.)
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((OOC Note: I got this weird ‘what if they were all in the same room’ thought, and so here we are. Apologies to Shakespeare and fans of iambic pentameter everywhere.))
#idanwyn lluanswys#Oakmoss Vithsyna#Anne-Sophie Bale#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story#XIV Write 22 Oakmoss Story#XIV Write 22 Anne-Sophie Story#big apologies to Shakespeare#no idea why the Palmers' Kiss scene came to mind for this but it did#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#and yes the screenshot took Some Time#big composite
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(XIV||22-8): Tepid.
(Continued from here.) (♪)
In truth, Idanwyn was a cowardly sort.
She confessed this to her crew, and they waved it off. What sort of self-respecting crew would serve a yellow-bellied Captain? By ameliorating her admission, they sought to save their own pride and purpose.
Though she appreciated their defiance of her nature, she was tired of explaining herself. Instead, she sought to reclaim cowardice as a boon rather than a burden. Something everyone faces, and learns how to overcome.
Serving under the elders that reclaimed the Swallow’s Compass made all the sense on the star to her. They, too, were cowards; they fled when Garlemald made heresy of their faith. They, too, hid behind elemental spirits older than memory, trusting their underlings to toll the warning bells.
“Nomak samman vanan vâdâyyâ khâ!” None shall trespass the Heart of Water! Idanwyn took the Stance of Water on the Nixie’s foredeck, enjoying the solitude that early watch granted her. Here, she could invoke her kata with peace and zeal in equal measure; none to remind her that her invocations failed to reach the geomantic fields around her.
Just practice. Simply moving through the kata; feeling the flow. None will judge you.
“Nohm vâdâyyâ khattah!” All shall surrender to the flow! Idanwyn kept her balance, stepping back to the prow, ilm by ilm. Her dance spoke to something old as the star itself; invoking its well-timed blessings to move the elements to her will.
Simply practice; the tepid waters of cowardice releasing their steam to wind. Idanwyn endeavored to allow the elements to speak through her, to serve as their focus. She gave them guidance; they were the flow.
“Nomak samman vanan vâyyâbeh khâ!” None shall trespass the heart of Wind! A craven Captain who could not wield a weapon to save her life. One who feared conflict; who tried to give ease to every situation that held the slightest hint of acrimony behind its honeyed words.
“Nohm vâyyâbeh khattah!” All shall surrender to the tempest! She had words that others sought; writing worth reading. A tale that filled her ship’s sails, and carried her onward.
Idanwyn’s feet shifted back further along the bowsprit, nearing the figurehead. A carved wooden shape so worn by sea, wind, and levin that it became its own being; the Nixie, carving through whatever the sea threw Her way to find yet another shore.
“Nomak samman vanan khâvîddhi khâ!” None shall trespass the heart of Earth!
Idanwyn came to center, her feet balanced perfectly upon the bowsprit, her eyes on the crystalline core that surrounded the Nixie’s mainmast. Cowards, the pair of them; herself and Himawari. The runts of their respective clans that, when pressed, proved themselves to be so much more.
“Nohm khâvîddhi khattah!” All shall surrender to the weight! Idanwyn bounced on the balls of her feet, feeling the seasoned wood below bend to accommodate her. She could use it as a springboard and dive into the sea below, never to be seen again. The urge nearly consumed her; seemed to speak to her from the stars strewn across the night’s velvet darkness.
She stood there, poised at the end of her kata, the final song singing to her, to leave it all behind. Half a bell passed, and the stars saw Idanwyn step back to the foredeck, depleted aether grounded within herself.
A coward she was; but she has overcome. She surrenders to the heaviness beyond the stars, and lets it pass through her; she is a conduit for the elements themselves. Idanwyn trusts that they will empower her once more, given time.
(Continued here!)
#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#Prompt 8#Tepid#Idanwyn Lluanswys#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story#geomancer#ffxiv nixie#this is how Idan answers Meteion btw#with apologies to the Litany of Fear
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Umi no Heiwa
Born and raised at sea, Idanwyn longed for a stationary home of her own. Some years ago, she decided to make said home in Shirogane, since she is just as comfortable in Hingashi as she is anywhere else on the star. Though her duties as Captain of the Free Trader Nixie keep her from visiting home too often, she always enjoys whatever time she can carve out for herself there, either alone or entertaining a few guests.
Her home includes a geomantic shrine; a well-stocked kitchen and two dining areas to enjoy her culinary creations; a relaxing bathroom; her simple, cozy bed; a dressing area and reading nook; and a lofted den, complete with roses, wine, and stories to read. Like many sailors, she is quite fond of greenery, and the plants throughout her flat are lovingly-tended. There are rumors that a juvenile paissa wearing a chef’s hat cares for the place when she is off on a voyage; Idanwyn can neither confirm nor deny the veracity of said rumors.
((Umi no Heiwa is located on Mateus in Shirogane, Kobai Goten, Wing 1, Room 13. Feel free to stop by! Additionally, I know I’ve posted her apartment before, but I made enough renovations over the past few months to warrant a new post, I think :D.))
#umi no heiwa#ffxiv mateus#ffxiv housing#my decorating#Idanwyn Lluanswys#shirogane#kugane#ffxiv apartment#give us more decorating slots yoshida pls#now I gotta keep renovating her personal house vweeee
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(XIV||22-1): Cross.
Though vessels completed this task daily, their arrivals and departures both serving as background sights for an average coastal dweller, crossing any sea was no glib feat.
A checklist, neverending, always mending when cropped down. Idanwyn’s father had called a ship’s manifest ‘wistyrwaek’ for as long as he lived. In their old Sea Wolf tongue, ‘western battle’; shorthand for the struggle that one must endure to answer the horizon’s call.
There was the cargo to consider during this struggle, to be certain. Fine cheeses and neatly-rolled bolts of velveteen from Ul’dah; check. Wineport wines, a staple, check. A bouquet of polearms from Gridania, rope looped around their centers in the hold, check. Various missives and treaties entrusted to the Captain of the Free Trader Nixie, hidden within the galleon’s core itself; check.
Too, the Captain’s Regulars must be accounted for. Falkgara Khannmagasyn, the First Mate, the southpaw Captain’s Left Hand: preoccupied of late, but ever-present, manning the helm; check. Zakuro Kaifu: the Chief Engineer, corralling her kobolds into pressing the Nixie’s ceruleum engines ever-harder; check. Miovont Kotelleloix, the so-called Cabin Boy that worked well within the allowances that silly title allowed him; check. Rinh Relanah, the tribal Keeper who could read the stars and thus served as the Nixie’s Navigator; check. Malachi Bloodforged, the attache whose connections were inversely proportional to his free time; check.
There were other able crew to consider, of course; friends and loved ones of those who currently served as the Regulars. Worth consideration, too, were those who remained loyal to Idanwyn after her aunt Hymlbyrta suffered a mutiny, half the former crew making off with more than half of the Nixie’s treasures.
Scoundrels to a person, those. Even the Nixie Herself, the spirit that swam within the crystalline core surrounding her namesake’s mainmast, seemed content to let the mutinous former-pirates go. Her vessel was Hers, now, and Her Captain an ally.
Idanwyn Lluan’s-kin, finishing her wistyrwaek, felt for a moment as if the deck beneath her feet was made of swimming stars; points of predatory light within the unfathomable abyss. Nauseated, she rested her left hand on the map table; sweat condensating on her brow before drizzling to the deck below; air filling and leaving her swimmer’s lungs in miniature tempests. On her left arm, beneath her kosode, her largely-drained aetheric tattoo threads itself with the barest hint of wind aether.
One’s sails will be filled even if one’s lungs strain to fill them herself.
(Continued here!)
#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#idanwyn lluanswys#Prompt 1 Cross#sea wolf#roegadyn#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story
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(XIV||22-6): Onerous.
(Continued from here.)
Captain Lluan’s-kin set down her annotated manifest, finally confident that preparations were complete. She filled her powerful lungs with air, readying herself to call all hands to their stations. As the command sat behind her teeth, she caught sight of Fasheran trotting onto the bridge. “Kapitan,” the Viera said, her typically-unflappable expression harried at its edges. “There iz word from Mealvaan’s Gate.”
Idanwyn exhaled; not a command, after all, but a great gust of defeat. “Please tell me they’re jus’ sendin’ weall-wishes, lass?” she pleaded with the chirurgeon.
Fasheran shook her head, and though Idanwyn was expecting the negative reply, she continued to deflate further. “Wha’ is it, then? I’ve gone o’er all th’ cargo, ten times at least. Had others check me work. Th’ tide is turnin’ in twain bells’ time, an’ we cannae miss th’ outgoin’ waves. Did they send a messenger?” Already Idanwyn was moving towards the stairs, preparing herself to sign off on something or the other, seething inwardly. “We’re no’ even carryin’ aught questionable, fer th’ Navigator’s sake!”
“I know this, Kapitan, I do. But...there was no messenger, only call to ze medikal bay’s pearl. It seems zat some of ze export fees on our medicinal cargo have increased.” Fasheran followed the Roegadyn down to the main deck, weathering the Captain’s string of swears with ease; she knew they were not directed at her, and she rather shared the Sea Wolf’s irritation, besides.
The pair’s long-legged strides had them at the door of Idanwyn’s quarters in short order. Leaving the door ajar, Idanwyn continued to call out orders as she changed into her formal dress. “Tell Falkgara an’ Rinh tae keep eyes on th’ tides an’ stars, both. If I’m no’ back before they deem it time tae set sail, have ‘em weigh anchor anyroad.”
Fasheran started to reply in the affirmative, then paused, picking at a loose thread on her tunic. “Kapitan...I will do zis, of course, but...you are not capable of aether travel at zis time. Are you saying we should leave you behind?”
Idan emerged from her quarters, closing the door firmly behind her, finishing up a few errant buckles here and there as she walked to the gangway. “I’ll bleedin’ hire someone tae send me tae th’ ship if I must, lass. Whole guild’s lousy wi’ arcanists; might be as they even do it fer free, seein’ as they’re th’ ones causin’ me current issues. As if they couldnae send a bleedin’ invoice; as if I’ve e’er been late payin’ a single one o’ their endless dues!”
The Rava chirurgeon inclined her head once as she followed Idanwyn onto the pier. “Understood, Kapitan. I am...sorry for the distress. I will relay ze orders.”
Idanwyn paused, tucking her hair up under her tricorne cap, then took a breath; calmer, this time, neither meant to bark orders nor vent her frustrations, but to offer apologies. “Ach, Fasheran, I’m sorry, lass. I ken I said ‘twas no’ yer fault, but I’m treatin’ ye lit’ it is. Th’ error is clearly on me ain end; ye dinnae need tae bear me misplaced wrath.”
Inclining her head towards Idanwyn, Fasheran replied, “I forgive you. Think no further on it. I wish you good fortune in this battle.” The steady-hearted medic turned back to the ship, her finger already raised to the ship’s linkpearl; Idanwyn’s own linkpearl picked up the relayed commands as she set off towards the nearest chocobo porter at a jog.
By the time she arrived in Limsa Lominsa, she was pouring sweat. “Fuckin’ traditional finery,” she groused, fanning herself with her hat as she loped across the Lower Decks. Even the ever-present sea breezes did little to cool her body or her temper; the early autumn sun was still warm, and humidity from the coasts so famed for their crops crept across the chalky spires of the harbor city.
Pausing outside the doors of the Assessors’ offices, Idan took a moment to get herself in order. At length, her heartbeat steadied, and she tugged at her cravat, hoping the fact that its linens hung loose with sweat would go unnoticed by the sharp-eyed tax collectors. Setting her hat atop her head, she waited for a pack of visitors from Ul’dah to make their exit before she made her entrance.
“State your name and business,” said the Miqo’te behind the only open counter.
“P’tahjha, ye ken full weall...” Idanwyn trailed off as the woman eyed her steadily over her half-moon spectacles. “Idanwyn Lluanswys, also called Idanwyn Lluan’s-kin, Captain o’ th’ Free Trader Nixie. I’m here at yer summons.”
“One moment.” A carbuncle sitting atop the desk stared at Idanwyn, the ruby-red gem set between its unsettling eyes flashing for a moment before it trotted off, retrieving records and setting them by its mistress’s hand. “Ah, yes. Bound for Thavnair in...my, just a bell from now, yes? Let’s hope we’re able to resolve this for you. Wouldn’t want to face any sanctions now, would we?”
Idanwyn stowed her temper, but her left eye twitched. She felt fresh sweat start to prickle beneath her brow; she was going to need a tonze of water after completing this onerous task, and perhaps a second tonze of ale. “What issue is sae pressin’ tha’ it couldnae be sent via moogle, lass?”
“Well, for one thing, the cost of exporting the Yellow Ginseng your vessel brought back from its most recent venture out East has increased substantially. Congratulations on avoiding another entanglement with Kugane, by the by. For another,” the Assessor continued crisply, “our carbuncles’ latest inspections have revealed that you are carrying an unusually-large amount of Trader Vetch. Surely you are aware that these two potent, medicinal herbs, being delivered to,” she traced her left claw down the page, “the Great Work, yes, is subject to further levies? Only ships flying Maelstrom colors are duty-free, Captain Lluanswys.”
“Oh, aye? Navy’s been doin’ a lot o’ tradin’ voyages lately, has it? An’ here I t’ought we Free Traders,” she emphasized each word, “were responsible fer tha’, while th’ Navy is providin’ assistance elsewhere.”
P’tahjha set the file down and folded her arms. “Captain, I deal with furious blowhards like yourself all day, every day. Are you going to pay, or not? Last I heard, you still have no idea how to wield an axe, and your...aetherial capabilities seem rather...deficient, so I confess I am not feeling particularly threatened right now.”
Idanwyn leveled a sharp glance to the carbuncle, which squeaked in reply; it had noticed her weak personal aether. “Tattletales, all o’ ye,” she growled, then turned her attention back to the Assessor. “Fine. How much?”
As the frazzled, sweat-drenched Captain rode a chocobo back to the porter near the Mist docks, she was relieved to see that the sails were raised, but the Nixie was still in port. Her crew had heeded her orders; they really would have left without her. Still, deep down, she was relieved she hadn’t missed departure; despite what she’d claimed to Fasheran, she wasn’t entirely sure she would have been able to find someone to send her to the Nixie’s on-board aetheryte. No reason to tell them that; the news that their coffers had taken a hit would be disheartening enough, even if such last-minute inconveniences were part and parcel of running a ship like theirs.
(Continued here!)
#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#Prompt 6#Onerous#Arcanist's Guild#Mealvaan's Gate#ffxiv nixie#Limsa Lominsa#this one also got long but was fun to write#idanwyn lluanswys#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story#carbuncle
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Find you a best friend who you love the most.
10/29/22 saw my RL husband and myself celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary. We met at a larp in 2003, started dating a year or two later, got married when I was 21 and he was 23. It’s weird to get married that young, but...we just knew, then, that we’d found our person. Sixteen years, one 12-year-old corgi, one 9-year-old daughter, and one 2700-mile move across the US to eventually land a 115-year old house later, we’re keeping numbers together. We truly are best friends, sharing hobbies, love, and care while giving each other space. I love that dude...even if, for some reason, after all these years together, our characters keep being flirty and not romantically involved. Neither of us know why this is, because we never intend that to be the case, but it always ends up that way.
Here’s to love, and those who find it.
#idanmun musings#and still our characters aren't married lmao#they do care about each other tho#Miovont Kotelleloix#Idanwyn Lluanswys#also he's a super hot 6'5 dude irl and i'm a 5'2 gremlin but shh
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(XIV||22) Masterpost!
Last year, I challenged myself to write round-robin about four of my alts. This year I’m going to attempt to write an ongoing story about my three main ladies! I’m planning on doing ten prompts in a row for each of them. If that fails, I’ll still write something...so if that ends up being the case, challenge hopefully failed successfully! Good luck to everyone; this is always one of my favorite times of year.
Submission Form || Links to each entry behind the cut! Temporarily pinning this for the month since it's easier to edit daily that way.
Prompt 1.) Cross. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 2.) Bolt. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 3.) Temper. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 4.) Flourish. (Extra Credit) (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 5.) Cutting Corners. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 6.) Onerous. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 7.) Pawn. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 8.) Tepid. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 9.) Yawn. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
Prompt 10.) Channel. (Idanwyn Lluanswys)
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Prompt 11.) Meander. (Extra Credit) (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 12.) Miss the Boat. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 13.) Confluence. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 14.) Attrition. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 15.) Row. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 16.) Deiform. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 17.) Novel. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 18.) Lurid. (Extra Credit) (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 19.) Turn a Blind Eye. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
Prompt 20.) Anon. (Oakmoss Vithsyna)
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Prompt 21.) Solution. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 22.) Veracity. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 23.) Pitch. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 24.) Vicissitudes. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 25.) Soliloquy. (Extra Credit) (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 26.) Break a Leg. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 27.) Hail. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 28.) Vainglory. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 29.) Fuse. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Prompt 30.) Sojourn. (Anne-Sophie Bale)
Finale: Iamb-ish Pentameter. (All three!)
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(XIV||22-10): Channel.
(Continued from here. Additionally, this is the final entry for Idanwyn’s ten-part story!) (♪)
No crew of a ship at sea was ever fully still. Much like the waves and winds themselves, everyone moved in shifts; the traditional cycles of days on shore forged into bells of work and rest that ensured none were overtaxed. All governed by the wistyrwaek; that carefully-arranged manifest. Perfect, clockwork order that even accounted for the odd all hands call in case of emergency. Once the crisis was handled, those who had been awakened would return to sleep, first; the wistyrwaek once again followed to the letter. As if the issues that rose at sea had never occurred; consigned to a note in the Captain’s Log.
This clockwork precision of the able crew meant that Idanwyn passed the alert members of the dawn shift, though she herself moved as if sleepwalking. Soft-soled shoes trudged along the bridge deck; one foot before the next. Her insulated coffee bottle, its contents still piping hot, hung from nerveless fingers. Her eyes bulged wide, blinking only when her body demanded it; following its own manifest that kept her moving. Though all of her crew noticed her demeanor, most refrained from commenting on it; the Captain had been overtaxed of late, they knew, and suggesting that she take an extra shift of rest would be met with polite-yet-firm refusal.
The ship’s Navigator, Rinh Relanah, was less reticent than much of the crew, however. She, too, was part of the dawn shift today, and as she entered the middle deck, her ears pointed towards the Sea Wolf who stood facing the crystalline core. Here, the core was its thickest, and included a carved seat; those who wished to communicate with the Nixie’s spirit directly sat upon the crystal seat and surrendered themselves to Her, swept within Her realm. Idanwyn stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, arms hanging at her sides, the coffee bottle falling to the deck yet again. Rinh stooped to retrieve it, the soft music of her tribal bells and ornaments just audible above the muted roar of the ship’s travel.
“Captain? Is aught amiss?” Not wishing to be rude, Rinh kept her aetheric examination of the Sea Wolf to a quick peek, her eyes flashing silver for a moment, then frowned. Not a big change, and yet...something had shifted in the Captain’s personal aether.
Idanwyn heard only the roar of the ship, and her dead father’s raspings.
“Syntblyss...ach, if only ye’d have listened...”
“Nixie,” Idanwyn murmured, then staggered forward, collapsing at the foot of the carved seat. All at once, the lights flickered, then dimmed; a great shadow rose within the core, resolving itself into a monstrous, finned arm with clawed, webbed fingers that moved through the waters within. The hand lowered, turning its palm upward as it slid forward beneath the insensate Captain. Idanwyn coughed; seawater gurgled from between her lips.
“Nixie!” cried Rinh, her red-furred tail puffing out in alarm. “What are you doing to her? Stop this instant!” Already, Rinh was reaching for her linkpearl, when the Nixie replied in the toneless, mechanical voice of her console.
++Do not worry, Navigator. I will do her no harm. There is trouble coming. She has heard it. I have heard it. Tell the others after she wakes. There is nothing to be done for it now, so let them rest. You will all need rest.++ The voice paused. ++You may stay here if you wish to confirm the truth of my words. But do not interfere.++
The Keeper’s two-toned eyes went wide, then narrowed as she folded her arms, still carrying Idanwyn’s coffee. Her ears flattened as she growled her reply. “Damned ship. As if I’m going anywhere.” Leaning against one of the nearby cargo crates, the Navigator waited as patiently as she was able.
To Rinh’s surprise, only one minute passed before the lights flickered back on. Idanwyn spluttered out another mouthful of seawater, then got to her feet, her left palm covering her face. “Lass...oh, Nixie,” she croaked, then turned around, both surprised and comforted by Rinh’s palm on her right arm.
“Captain...are you all right? What in the hells just happened?!” Rinh looked upon Idanwyn with her aethersight, then stepped back a pace or two. “Six or seven hells,” she muttered, tail swishing in awe.
“Aye, ye see it then, do ye? Dinnae worry yer ainself, me lovely. Dinnae bother stirrin’ th’ crew, either; I’ll tell th’ Regulars once we’re all taegether again.” Idanwyn winked at Rinh, then took back her coffee, unscrewing the bottle’s lid and draining the still-hot life-giving brew. She turned and headed topside once more; her shift wasn’t over, after all.
--
Within the core, moments prior:
--“You hear it, too, then?”--
Idanwyn kept her eyes squeezed shut, and took a moment to remind herself she wasn’t drowning. Breathe as if on land. Ignore the body’s desire to hold its presumed final breath until lungs burst. She was within the abyssal depths of the sea; every one of her senses told her as much. The great pressure; the icy, bubbling saltwater that cradled her. She breathed, at last. As ever, air filled her lungs. This time was different than any time before, however; the air tasted sweet, perfumed with southern flowers carried on sultry humidity.
The geomancer opened her eyes, and looked around herself with awe. She was on an island; the only water present was the ocean in the near distance, and the fresh, cold water from a spring below. Glowing lilies drifted along the spring-fed pond’s surface, soft petals bumping against her calves from time to time.
“This is new, Nixie,” she observed aloud, her eyes looking beyond the dance of fireflies to the sky; eventually, they found what she sought. Twin golden full moons, some yalms apart. A great, hulking shadow rising from the sea far below, its shape defined by the way it blotted out the stars behind it.
--“Yesss,”-- the Nixie replied, the sibilance catching flickers of light on Her many-rowed fangs. --“I have worked hard to repay your kindnessss, White-Fieldsss. Fewer entanglementssss; I have ssset assside placessss sssuch assss thessse for My crew.”-- Though the Nixie’s eyes had no pupils, Idanwyn could nevertheless feel the shift in their gaze as they regarded her left arm. --“Draw upon it.”--
The Sea Wolf followed the spirit’s scrutiny of her aetheric tattoo, surprised to see threads of shimmering aether moving freely along it once more. “How...” she began, then shook her head. It didn’t matter right now. Idanwyn moved through her kata, the elemental perfection in this isle the Nixie had created for her allowing for easy channeling of the five elements she was able to wield.
They answered her. Moons of their absence made their presence heady, even though she remained weaker than she had been before the landwalking rite. “Oh, Twelve an’ kami both,” Idanwyn sobbed, dropping to one knee in the spring below. “T’ank ye, me beauty. I still dinnae ken how ye did it, but---”
--“...and you do not need to know sssuch thingsss right now, White-Fieldssss,”-- the spirit interrupted. Despite Her demurral, there was a touch of pride in Her tone; a levity to the voice that, in contrast to her topside tone, was the voice of tides crashing within a dark cave, whistling through weathered stone, low and wild and old as prayer. --“He isss reaching tendrilsss towards ussss....”--
“Aye.” Idanwyn stood, brought her aether to center. “We’ll keep an ear on it taegether, will we no’? Ye, the crew, an’ me ainself.”
The Nixie’s answer was one of action rather than words. Her great shadow moved towards Idanwyn’s isle, and all turned to black save for the twin moons in the darkness. A rush of bubbles, and she was returned to the physical realm. She felt more confident within her own flesh than she had in moons; she would need that surety of step to face Lluantoum as he was now.
#FFxivWrite2022#my writing#Idanwyn Lluanswys#XIV Write 22 Idanwyn Story#Prompt 10#channel#Couldn't have picked a better prompt to close out Idan's story tbh! Yay!#not me listening to Wriggle on repeat for the entire time I wrote this#Lluantoum the Depth Charge
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