So i forgot to share my #sixsentencesaturday warmup here last weekend, which means we are posting it now 😭 have some koh'sae pining bc it's about to get dire for him in ch 3 of TKA
#kaescribbles · ⚓: #inkforge
I was itching to write something, here's moro'a having a very normal one in camp dragonhead #kaescribbles
Screenshot of an Ao3 fanfic titled 'Upon the Saltwind'. The summary reads: Moro'a lives out his days working at Mealvann's Gate, juggling between intensive studies and old hurts. An undesirable encounter with another Keeper miqo'te leads to many unforeseen feelings. Pre-ARR, before the Seventh Umbral Calamity.
Upon the Saltwind (Warrior of Light/Original Character)
✧ First Relationship, Friends to Lovers ✧ 5k+ words ✧ Teen & Up (for now) ✧ MSQ: Pre-ARR ✧
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#kaescribbles #inkforge #FFXIVFinishItFall
#sixsentencesaturday - "Let me in" | Milky/hazy/foggy obstruction of vision | A grating noise (irritation or literal)
It's not saturday but my brain is sluggish today after an unplanned 2-hour nap, so here's a little warmup
(Note: I write leofard as a trans man)
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#kaescribbles #leofard
💦Summer Drops archiveofourown.org/works/688139... (Haurchefant/Meteor/WoL)
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✧ PWP ✧ 3.3k words ✧ Rated E ✧ MSQ: 🚫 ✧
#kaescribbles | #starbright | #sunshy | #haurchewol
From the WIP soup of HW longfic - moro'a and tataru have very different complaints about the cold in camp dragonhead
#kaescribbles
Wrote some 7.25 reunion #bluebird for a prompt fox sent me 😔🙏 (still accepting more if anyone else hangs out there) i'll post it on ao3 after i decide whether or not to give it some extra spice
#kaescribbles #leowol
www.tumblr.com/morocosmos/7...
A little #sixsentencesaturday before the weekend's end. koh'sae tries really hard to befriend moro'a from the moment they meet, and it takes a few false starts before moro'a decides to give him a chance
#kaescribbles #inkforge
Digital illustration by @xandraws.art for the fic 'To Sail Your Seas' by @pakchamkae/catboystargazer on ao3. An unconscious Aymeric lies in bed, his body covered beneath a blanket up to his chest. Bandages wrapped around his abdomen peek from behind the edge of the blanket. To his right, and behind from the perspective of the viewer, Leofard sits leaning forward on the back of his chair without his customary goggles, wearing a pained expression. Golden light filters in from the portholes on the left, and a glass lamp filled with red crystal sparkles in the light. The rest of the room is in semi-deep shadow.
#XIVRarepairWeek2025 Day 4: Uncharted Waters
Sharing an old fic bc i still love them and i need more people on this ship :'3 art by the lovely @xandraws.art
To Sail Your Seas | Aymeric/Leofard (M/M)
✧ 26k words ✧ Rated T ✧ AU, angst with a happy ending ✧
#XIVRarepairWeek #kaescribbles #leomeric
#XIVRarepairWeek2025 Day 1: Umbral
Storms to Weather | Moro'a/Koh'sae (OC/OC)
✧ 2k words ✧ Rated M ✧ MSQ: Pre-2.0 ✧
#kaescribbles #XIVRarepairWeek
Rest Your Weary Head feels like a good intro for the kind of sweet yet pensive writing i'm fond of, and moro'a and haurchefant's dynamic in a nutshell
There's also On first and fierce affirming sight for the hurt/comfort, and Hinterland Jaunt for something more fun (and charged 😌)
#kaescribbles
They're having fun 😌
#kaescribbles | #bluebird | #🫐moro'a | #leofard
🗡Ripped Seams, Broken Hearts (Series)💔
Crossposted my 2022-2023 febuwhump fics from tumblr at last. various characters involved, but mostly haurchefant & my main wol, moro'a
✧ Whump, angst ✧ 17k words ✧ Rated G-T ✧ MSQ: pre-ARR-6.x ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters | #starbright
Rare moro'a losing his cool L 😔 i'm still not very confident when it comes to writing arguments but i like how this segment went
#kaescribbles
Moro'a does a little bit of cooking uwu
#bluebird | #kaescribbles
Art of Jehen'to Roshni, a mixed miqo'te/auri man with ink blue hair, brown skin and Raen scales along his shoulders, arms and thighs. He's lying on his side with his right hand resting on his head in a suggestive pose, smiling as his tail curls in the shape of a horizontally flipped question mark. He's dressed in floral black lingerie with pale gold chains and garters, and wears the Menphina earring on his left ear.
🖤Blooms of Black🖤
G'raha has been studying tomes for too long, and separated from Jehen'to for far, far too long. Written last year for @starfalldiver.bsky.social :3c
Art by @kokuouji.bsky.social!
✧ G'raha Tia/WoL ✧ 2.5k words ✧ Rated E ✧ MSQ: 6.x ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of a wooden table, upon which sits a pot of tea, a cup filled with steaming tea, and a plate filled with desserts. A fork rests on the table, to the right of the plate.
☕A Talk over Tea☕
Aymeric invites Claudien over to the Borel manor for tea, curious to know more about him. Written last year for @katsugenki.bsky.social 🤍
✧ Aymeric de Borel & Claudien ✧ 924 words ✧ Rated G ✧ MSQ: 6.x ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV in Ishgard, facing the Borel Manor from a low angle. The sky is a cloudy grey and there is moderate snowfall.
🌨Inclement Weather🛌
Haurchefant and Aymeric share the day in bed. Written last year for @hamstrhammy.bsky.social 💙
✧ Aymeric de Borel/Haurchefant Greystone ✧ 500 words ✧ Rated T ✧ MSQ: 6.x ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of Thaffe walking along a row of empty train tracks in Amh Araeng. Jeryk can be seen in the far distance, running along the same set of tracks.
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of Estinien crouching on one knee in Ruyvedah Fibers, peering at something unseen with a light frown. A couple of staff members can be seen working in the room behind Estinien.
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of Sadu and Cirina sitting together in a tent. Sadu is hunched over in laughter while Cirina looks at her, her arms hovering over her chest in an expression of surprise.
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of Themis and Erichthonios in Pandaemonium. Themis is walking up the stone steps leading to a gated doorway, while Erichthonios turns back to look at him from the top of the stairway.
💖Love in The Air 2024 (Series)💖
Written for the event of the same name, organised by @mischiefmilly.bsky.social 💕
✧ Various characters/ships ✧ 7 works, 5.8k words ✧ Rated G-M ✧ MSQ: 4.0-6.x ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters |
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of a miqo'te WoL lying on the floor in the Ragnarok, his face mostly hidden by his hair, as glowing blue light washes over him. Behind him, Alphinaud's right arm and a part of his body can be seen as he crouches before the wol.
💫Returning💫
Moro'a returns to them far from hale and whole, but alive.
✧ WoL & Scions, character studies ✧ 9 chapters, 13k words ✧ Rated T ✧ MSQ: 6.0 ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters |
Screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of Ardbert and Moro'a sitting at the edge of the latter's bed in the Pendants. Moro'a turns to look at Ardbert with a plaintive expression, while the latter looks down at the floor, his back facing the viewer.
📿So I Live to Know🫂
It's only a few hours more before the Scions seek out the Tempest. Questions and burdens keep Moro'a awake until Ardbert shows up, and they find the answers together.
✧ WoL & Ardbert ✧ 5k words ✧ Rated G ✧ MSQ: 5.0 ✧
#kaescribbles | #ffxivfanfic | #ffxivwriters
A simple graphic drawn in Paint 3D with a pale turquoise background and handwritten text, with the title "pakchamkae's Bsky Fic Thread :)" in navy blue. A light blue butterfly rests perched on top of the "B". In the top right corner, pink text reads: "ao3: catboystargazer". In pink text, the bullet points below read: "- mostly angst, fluff & h/c, hoo boy" "- sometimes there are bards or other NPC ships woo. or other ppl's OCs <3" "- ~69% of it is about my catboy moro'a" "- i made this in Paint 3D bc making good graphics scares me"
🔹📝Kae's Bsky Fic Thread📝🔹
👋 Thread for organising all of my 'official' finished fic posts, like i did before on twt (whereas the #kaescribbles tag collects everything related to my writing, from finished fics to WIPs to prompt answers, etc.)
#kaesficthread
I gotta finish island fic before the end of march or i will literally explode
#kaescribbles | #wolmeteor
“I didn’t ask before, but — if everyone’s coming here to get away from something, what does that make you?” he asks. Moro'a shrugs. “The same as everyone, I suppose. Someone looking for a temporary reprieve.” It’s almost melancholic, enough for Meteor to wonder what could've brought a man like Moro'a out here. He's about his age, give or take a couple years in either direction. He doesn't seem like the rich kid type, or like he's travelling with family — no, Meteor gets the sense that like him, he's here on his own. But perhaps he’s assuming too much about someone who was a stranger less than half an hour ago. “So you came here to drink and watch others lose themselves in paradise?” he asks, hoping that he might coax more out of the quiet, curious man. Moro'a glances at him, a millisecond too long. “Not everyone.” “Oh?” Meteor asks as he takes a sip from his bottle. A thought occurs to him, and he says it on impulse. “Why me, then?” Moro'a blinks, and his eyes move to the floor, as though he's abashed. “I had a good view.” Oh. Meteor blinks as he registers what might have just been a compliment. Before he can doubt himself, he ventures, “Of what?”
I don't have time to write more for this fic atm but i'm going to explode if i don't share something so. hhhhhhhhhhhh
#kaescribbles | #wolmeteor | #🫐moro'a
#kaescribbles | #🫐moro'a
Eventually the bard finds better reprieve in pacing about the house, examining the touches that are undoubtedly Sanson: tomes on song and folklore, and countless journals cram every ilm of bookshelf available. He’s gone through them several times over by now, with and without Sanson, and Guydelot smiles as his hand brushes along the spine of a particularly familiar journal. He knows without looking where the words “Ballad of Oblivion” are scribbled on the spine; he’s held the tome in his own two hands so often that he could never forget it now. He sees the bits of himself that he’s left here, too, intermingled amongst Sanson’s things like wild seeds sown in a garden. A spare lyre string on the table, next to the faint beginnings of a song on a sheet of manuscript paper. The coat he’d worn at Gyr Abania, draped over an otherwise plain couch that Sanson has more than once chided him to hang in the closet. Guydelot settles into the couch, and it’s old but it’s clean and soft. All of Sanson’s furniture is like that, simple but well kept, enough to service a life after work. As though the hyur had spared just enough attention in fitting the house that he might devote the rest to the objects of his passion.
16. From On first and fierce affirming sight (pining guydelot....):
#kaescribbles | #guydesan
“You’re cold,” Moro'a whispered. Sense told him he needed to get Guydelot out of this ditch, out of the rain. His heart bade him stay. “S'fine. I’ll be fine. I…shit, Sanson.” Guydelot finally broke, and his grip became a vice as he buried his face into the dirt. “Sanson. Gods, I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” Moro'a closed his eyes, feeling his own tears slip free. Not even the Warrior of Light could heal a lance through the heart. Guydelot had held Sanson in his lap, cradling the light of his life in his arms as though nothing else in the world had mattered. Moro'a had torn his gaze away after a while; it was all too much, too achingly familiar.
15. From 02 - Failed Rescue Attempt (bard boys angst, sorry *throwing rocks* sorry *throwing ro-*):
I frequently forget that i have a fair bit of febuwhump writing on tumblr that i should crosspost to ao3 <.<
#kaescribbles | #guydesan
Alisaie doesn’t wait for Krile to finish; in an instant, she’s flown over to Moro’a’s side. True to Krile’s senses, he’s making a face, as though reluctantly stirring from a deep, deep slumber. “Moro’a? Can you hear me??” Alisaie calls to him, too anxious to speak softly. It occurs to her that it might just be Esteem again, but she casts that thought aside – by the gods, if it isn’t Moro’a, she’ll force them to wake him up– Very slowly, the Keeper’s eyes flutter and open by a fraction, followed by a low groan. Alisaie and Krile watch him with bated breaths. Several seconds later, a fraction becomes a quarter-ilm. “Moro’a?” His gaze slides over towards them, and he seems to realise who he’s looking at; recognition softens his expression in an instant. “Sorry.” It’s barely a whisper, but to Alisaie it’s as clear as the toll of the Studium’s bell, and at long last she lets herself cry as she takes one weak hand into hers, grinning through her tears. “Don’t be, you fool.”
14. From Returning, Ch.5: Alisaie & Krile:
#kaescribbles
“I believe you could consider this one such situation, then. If the sages pester you for a reason, tell them I’d be willing to explain it myself. They can present alternatives if they have any,” he decided out loud. G’raha didn’t immediately respond, and Moro’a noticed that his eyes had widened, though he maintained his composure. “Very well,” G’raha replied, settling back an ilm into his chair. The surprise was gone, smoothed over by a small, optimistic smile. “I shall entrust negotiations over to you, my friend. Then, if I may…” Moro’a felt G’raha lift his arm, and he couldn’t help but wince as his mending nerves protested. “My apologies,” the Seeker murmured. “S’fine.” G’raha’s touch was neither rough nor gentle, but a cautious balancing act that Moro’a felt as he tilted his arm here and there, feeling where bone had been fractured and flesh torn. Moro’a half-watched, half-turned his gaze to the side, unsure of what more to say. Even after all this time, a faint air of awkwardness remained between them; an undesirable reminder of year-old differences and disappointments that made itself known when no one else was around. But Moro’a was glad for his presence all the same; pain aside, staying in this small room while all but immobile had made him want for company.
13. From Returning, Ch.6: G'raha:
(I wrote 'Returning' as a reflection on ENW two years ago, and as a way to flesh out moro'a's relationships with each of the scions)
#kaescribbles
