"We did as ye bade, milord," the fighter began, addressing Aymeric first. "Figured if it were the Warrior o' Light askin' us to look, it was damn important, so we did our level best. Scoured every ilm o' the path we knew the forward van took, and then some we knew they didn't just fer good measure."   E'rahez hung his head. Of course it was too much to have hoped they'd find it. Calu'to's hand at the small of his back grounded him as he searched for the words to thank them for the effort.   He didn't see the Resistance fighter's face turn sad as he whistled over his shoulder at a colleague, nor the gesture toward him the man made.   "We did find it, but…"   E'rahez's head snapped up.   "I'm afraid there weren't much left o' yer weapon fer us to find." The other fighter passed over a small, unadorned box no bigger than an arcanist's grimoire. "We, er, kept the pieces if ye want 'em, but this were the only bit we managed to get cleaned up for ye."

With growing horror and trembling hands, E'rahez accepted the box from the soldier and, with great trepidation, removed the lid. There, nestled amongst a hand-stitched handkerchief that one of the soldiers must have offered up in reverence, were the two hawk feathers and string of decorative beads and fabric which once fastened them to the bow Tuhli had given him. The feathers were clumped and stained, the leather and colored cloth shredded and some of the beads missing, but someone had clearly gone to great lengths to preserve what remained.   The gravity of the loss hit him in one great force, the same swift, sharp agony he'd felt when Elidibus ran him through with Zeno's blade piercing him through his chest. He might as well have been stabbed a second time for the way it pained him all the same. A quiet, strangled sob tore from his throat, his shoulders began to quake, and his legs gave out from under him. Several startled yelps rang out, and Calu'to was there, steadying him as they sank together to their knees, and E'rahez curled around the box, pressed it to his chest, and lost the fight to hold back his tears.   There in mud before the eyes of all and sundry, as a distant rumble of thunder reverberated over the crags and the heavens opened up as though to join him in mourning the loss of the last true piece of his beloved sister, E'rahez wept.

It’s still #wipwednesday on somewhere, have a snippet of some sads :’D

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#wolqotd #oriwrites #daybreakboys From the msq rewrite that has a couple of snips here and there scattered throughout the timeline—tho this is making me want to go back and work on it xD

This is probably one of the biggest fights the boys ever have :)

Not the last lines but some recent ones :3 #oriwrites #sixsentencesaturday

Oh I've a good one for this :> E'rahez once again ditching Calu'to with a letter, only this time it's not really his fault. And having to talk in code in case his letter gets intercepted by...unwanted eyes.

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Still a WIP buuuut I can share another lil sneak peek of the reception fic. As a treat, since Mo asked so nicely >:3

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Oops I forgot to tag the thread lol

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I used to rely a little *too* heavily on inner monologue so I do my best to balance with grounding in physicality but I am and ever be a monologuer at heart LOL I’m pretty proud of how this scene turned out from “ebb of the tide”

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/41433042

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#SixSentenceSaturday 11/8: Clear direction / the scent of food + 11/15: Ignoring someone / something breaking If nothing else would raise Calu'to's spirits, Cahya thought, then surely his favourite dish would at least do him some good; steam and a savoury, honeyed aroma wafted from the tray as she approached the weathered, time-worn door that led to the bedroom her brothers once shared, cracked ever so slightly just as she'd left it so she could hear if he stirred. She gently knocked in the pattern they'd used as children to let him know she'd come calling, listening and frowning slightly when she received no response. "It's me," she said, and pushed on when still he did not answer, "I know what you—actually, no, I can't possibly presume to know what you're going through right now, but…" Sighing with a heavy heart, she nudged the door open with her foot to peer around the door. "You can't keep skipping meals, you know he wouldn't want you to—Calu'to!" The tray slipped from between her fingers and fell to the floor with an almighty crash, earthenware shattering upon impact and hot food scalding her where it spilled down her front, but Cahya felt nothing, heard nothing over the sudden thundering of her heartbeat rushing in her ears—she could only stare in abject horror at the scene unfolding before her.

Calu'to sat curled upon himself on the edge of his old bed, shoulders hunched up to his jaw as he gripped, tugged, clawed at his hair, wild-eyed and muttering to himself—but most alarming was the dark, malicious aura that visibly emanated from her brother's form. Every fibre of her being screamed at her to flee, but somehow Cahya marshalled the courage to force herself into action; on trembling legs she nevertheless staggered forward, meaning to cross the room whose threshold she'd paced a thousand thousand times before, a shaking hand outstretched before her, so close she could feel the chill of the dark aura send goose pimples up her arms and down her spine— "No, get back!" Strong arms embraced her from behind and wrenched her away at the same moment Calu'to's head snapped unnaturally toward her, like he'd finally noticed her presence, those wild eyes now fully fixed upon her like a beast upon its prey; most frightening of all, his sclera had bled an inky black, hollow and dripping down his chin, and she recoiled back with a petrified shriek. Her rescuer wrested her further still, maneuvering her to stand between her and the twisted form of Calu'to, and it wasn't until they spoke again that she recognized the voice as their oldest sibling.

"Get ahold of yourself, brother!" cried Calu'a, the crack in his voice betraying terror equal to Cahya's own, and he backed the both of them closer to the door even as he held her steady and barked, "Go find Da!" though he needn't have said it—a breath later Uda'li burst into the room with his staff drawn, and the indescribable look that dawned upon her father's face when he laid eyes upon his youngest son made Cahya's stomach lurch. She spun back around in time to catch the last glimpse of humanity flicker in her brother's eyes—the last she would ever see of him at all—as recognition lit them for the barest moment, before a guttural cry that wretched itself from Calu'to's lips, his form twisting and contorting in the instant the swirling darkness grew to a tempest and engulfed him in a macabre cocoon; even through the roaring winds, the crunch of bone and agonized wails bore into Cahya's very soul for what seemed an eternity—and at the end of it all, the horrific visage of the nightmarish creature that emerged from within would haunt her for the rest of her days. With one final gut-wrenching, almost mournful screech, the monster took wing—house exploded around them, and Cahya was blinded by a flash of white magic as Calu'a flung himself upon her, and she knew no more.

Combining two weeks' worth of #SixSentenceSaturday into one post so that means I get 12 sentences, yes? Yes. And that means you get a baker's dozen :)

Bad end AU: the birth of Blasphemy Potheinos.

tw: body horror, character death

#wol:caluto #oriwrites

I will never shut up about #daybreak wedding fic because I am stupid proud of how it turned out ;v;

for the dancing and the dreaming | G | 3.4k words

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/64297495

#oriwrites #origposes

Here's a snip from the very beginning of the #daybreak wedding fic, "for the dancing and the dreaming" :> Which you should go read bc I am very proud of it and it is very fluffy and cute!

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/64297495

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hey did y'all wanna see the full snip this was from? no? too bad here it is + some context :D

fun fact—if it weren't for calu'to manifesting the echo at that exact moment and seeing the reason why e'rahez didn't do Parents™ i'm not sure they'd have made up after this :D

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And here's some writing! I'm slowly crawling my way inch by inch out of the writer's block trenches. You can also find my published XIV works here:

🔗: archiveofourown.org/users/dawnfo...

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Another late #SixSentenceSaturday and I’m WAY over but I couldn’t sleep so I wrote 750 words in 2 hours soooo…task failed successfully? :D

E’rahez doesn’t need to say much to tear Fourchenault a new one. A memory paints a much better picture.

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Another day, another catch-up session for #SixSentenceSaturday. This time featuring Calu’to, desperately needing a hug from his mom

(And also featuring Ori Can’t Count)

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Back again with a late #SixSentenceSaturday —E’rahez learns how to harness the Echo from Venat, and decides it’s time to clean the skeletons from his closet. Naturally, he starts with something he should have done a long time ago—finally let Calu’to in past that final wall.

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Not really WIP Wednesday material, but I recently did a prompt exercise in character to sus out how my boyos would feel about different spicy scenarios to prepare for writing said spice...this one wins XD (not censored bc it's tame)

#duskfall #oriwrites

Calu’to holds E’rahez by the waist above the water. E’rahez leans down and presses their foreheads together tenderly, cradling the back of Calu’to’s head with one hand and bracing himself around his shoulders with the other arm. E’rahez is overcome with emotion, his eyes closed and joyous smile on his lips. Calu’to’s face is mostly obscured but his smile is so large it can be seen from behind his long fringe.

Excitement quickened his pace, and though E'rahez could not see Calu'to's expression, he could hear the joy in his voice when they met in the middle of the path and and he breathed, "You look incredible." He took E'rahez's hand into his own and laced their fingers together. It hit him all at once, the gravity and levity of the situation both—he would be wed to his beloved in mere moments. The thought sent his heart skipping, and his eyes fair burned with the threat of tears. E'rahez clutched tightly to the hand in his, already feeling more at ease. "Funny, I was just thinking the same about you," he whispered back. They weren't meant to speak while masked, but he couldn't help it. His free hand itched to remove the mask and see the handsome face beneath, but not yet. Not just yet, but soon. "Are you ready, dear heart?" "More than ready."

for the dancing and the dreaming

~3.4k | Rated G | #daybreak #wolship

On a late spring evening some moons following their return from the First, the Warriors of Light are married in the company of dear friends and found family.

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🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/64297495

Calu'to sweeps E'rahez off his feet and spins him around in the linn at Apkallu Falls at dusk. The street lamps and the fireflies reflect off the water. Both are wearing white ceremonial robes with silver breast plates and gold embellishments, though their outfits are similar, not exactly the same.

A closeup of the previous image. Calu'to's face is still obscured, but E'rahez is laughing in delight, his eyes shut against the spinning.

Calu'to holds E'rahez by the waist above the water. E'rahez leans down and presses their foreheads together tenderly. Both have their eyes shut in emotional expressions, and fireflies glow in the background.

Closeup of the previous image from another angle that better shows their expressions.

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22. Blessing

for the dancing and the dreaming

On a late spring evening some moons following their return from the First, the Warriors of Light are married in the company of dear friends and found family.

a snippet of a wip. since the snip is too long for alt text, a summary: while home visiting his mother, calu'to receives an apologetic letter from his friend and crush rez (e'rahez), who is informing him that he's been fired and will not be there when calu'to gets back.

11. Loss

A single letter changes the trajectory of Calu'to's life forever. WIP snip.

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fanfic writer asks. 1 like = 1 answer 1. how did you come up with your writer name and what does it mean? 2. what tools do you use for writing? 3. how long have you been writing? 4. what was the first fanfic you wrote and published? 5. which fandom are you writing for the most right now? 6. do you plan your stories beforehand or go with the flow? 7. what was the latest fanfic you wrote? 8. which fandom have you written the most for? 9. favorite pairing(s) to write? 10. do you have fellow authors who inspire you? 11. which fanfic completely changed your brain chemistry? 12. do you prefer bookmarks, kudos, or comments from readers? 13. how long does it take you to finish writing a fanfic? 14. what's the longest fanfic you've written? 15. pick a wip (work in progress) and tell us about it! 16. do you enjoy writing AUs? (alternate universes) 17. what's your fanfiction pet peeve? 18. do you write in silence or listen to something? if so, what? 19. which pov (point of view) do you prefer writing? 20. what's your favorite genre to write? 21. do you have a beta reader or do you die like a man? 22. porn without plot or plot with some porn? 23. weirdest tag you've ever used? 24. favorite comment you've ever gotten from a reader? 25. what inspires you to keep writing and improving?

queueing this up to answer later when i'm at work

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I don't have much finished xiv fic to share but I'm still rly happy with this early shb fictlet. Calu'to started becoming a Real Character at this point and not just The Love Interest :>

(ty @pakchamkae.bsky.social for the tag ;v;)

#oriwrites #daybreak

he thought he kept the universe alone

hey remember when I said e'rahez nearly got eaten as a kit? yeah he was like eight here 8)

last week's #SixSentenceSaturday prompt was fun—everyone's minds went straight to the gutter and then there was me like "oooo yes, it's angst o'clock"

#ffxivwriters #oriwrites #wol:erahez

an excerpt from an unfinished, unpublished retelling of a realm reborn. as the snippet is too long for alt text, a brief summary is: post-jailbreak from castrum centri, calu'to ruminates on the nature of his old friend, who seems to have changed much in the year since they last met. e'rahez rouses him from his thoughts and invites him to join their cause, the logistics of which are quickly ironed out. the excerpt ends with y'shtola asking e'rahez for a word in private, seemingly suspicious of calu'to.

2. Impressions (Free Day)

Post-baby's first jailbreak. It seems impressions are being made on all parties involved this day... Tensions are rising :) (unfinished wip alert lol)

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One day I’ll remember to actually use my tags

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Once again supremely late to #SixSentenceSaturday, but better late than never with an *extremely* abbreviated version of one of the biggest fights E’rahez and Calu’to ever have. 🐸🍵

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My first ever #SixSentenceSaturday and it’s not even this week’s prompt oops lol

Oh well, enjoy Calu’to biting G’raha’s head off post-Holminster

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i'm just gonna tag it like this i'm not going to go in and repost every single post because i forgot the tags lmao

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does a lack of color that's mentioned count? XD a snippet from the arr rewrite i'm doing!