Sheluma

Not to vague about something here, but wow, there are a million different reasons for telling stories. Why are popular tumblr blogs/posts acting like the only reason is self-projection? Um, no???

There are a million reasons that people tell stories, self projection being only one of them.

Reasons to tell stories

Dealing with trauma

Here's a better one!...

Problems only writers understand

WIP Wednesday Thursday

It's really good! The dialog even fits the style of FF14; when I try to do that, it feels clunky or off. 😅

“Excellent.” Even though a smile slips back in-place, the boy’s voice doesn’t reflect it. Long with a sigh, it’s still just a whisper. “Where is she—” “I can’t say, Alphinaud.” Slowly she shakes her head with her sad eyes, “I won’t.” He takes a step back. Shock is written ever so clearly on his face: those sapphire eyes widen and his jaw slacks. No is still one of those things that crawl under his moonlight skin. Wearing those black, fingerless gloves, he huffs in his hand and straightens back up; once he smooths out the shock on his face, he speaks. “Why?” “Oh, I want to— I really do… But, if I do, you will go there.” There’s a spark in Tatatru’s wine eyes. It fades too quickly for Alphinaud to pick it apart; she wobbles closer to his legs and lightly pats it. “And it’s no place for a child.” A child— the words, like a stowaway dagger, repeatedly plunges into Alphinaud’s chest. Before, he would lash out. Before, he would throw back-handed comments at those that would dare to use his age as an excuse… but this isn’t before. This is after the near extinction of the Scions. This is after the three of them were framed for the so-called murder of Ul’dah’s sultana. He has grown since before: a tad bit humbler, he likes to think.

“Hello there, stranger.” As the couch dips, the man says, “you’ve been coming here often, haven’t you.” That should make Elise’s stomach turn, but it doesn’t. “So what that I have—” her voice croaks “—I pay.” She still gazes at the mountains of deprived sex; the Miqo’te catches her. She doesn’t pull away, nor does she glare. No, a smirk spreads on those deliciously shiny lips, and her hand slips between their bodies, grabbing him. “You’re offended. Apologies, it wasn’t my intentions to do so.” A frown creases Elise’s face. “I only wished to inquire a little about—” something soft touches her arm. Shoving herself up, she yanks her arm away. “Don’t touch me!” Her hiss is drowned out by the waves and waves of whines, but the man slowly retracts his gloved hand. A corner of his lip perks up. “My, my— I only seem to vex you; I’m such a terrible host.” Elise narrows her eyes. An unsavory snigger slithers from him before waving a finger. 

"Uh." Elise breathlessly studders; as the owner leans up, a deep chuckle rumbles. "Say no, I'll walk away." His breath tickles her cheek and warms her ear. When the owner leans back, Elise's brown eyes begin their slow sojourn, drinking in his appearance. Hair of cotton bolls frames his angler, hollow face while barely touching his shoulders. Long and Pointy ears, a signature of the Elezen, sprout from the side of his head; golden cuffs are clamped onto them. Those softly shaped brows lowers, sharpening those upturned eyes. His hands— markless and smooth: a sign of ignorance of hardship, and those fingers... Elise stared at those fingers. No rings are married to them, and the nails are trimmed and clean. As Elise bites her lip, there's an ache in her heart. He looks like Haurchefant— not in a glaringly obvious way, but if she were to squint, his image would eclipse with Haurchefant. Now that she thinks about it, the owner's voice sounds like his, too. The ooze of glee laced with a devilish playfulness; Elise takes a deep breath as she remembers how much of a drug that man was. "Tell me your name."

“Excellent.” Even though a smile slips back in-place, the boy’s voice doesn’t reflect it. Long with a sigh, it’s still just a whisper. “Where is she—” “I can’t say, Alphinaud.” Slowly she shakes her head with her sad eyes, “I won’t.” He takes a step back. Shock is written ever so clearly on his face: those sapphire eyes widen and his jaw slacks. No is still one of those things that crawl under his moonlight skin. Wearing those black, fingerless gloves, he huffs in his hand and straightens back up; once he smooths out the shock on his face, he speaks. “Why?” “Oh, I want to— I really do… But, if I do, you will go there.” There’s a spark in Tatatru’s wine eyes. It fades too quickly for Alphinaud to pick it apart; she wobbles closer to his legs and lightly pats it. “And it’s no place for a child.” A child— the words, like a stowaway dagger, repeatedly plunges into Alphinaud’s chest. Before, he would lash out. Before, he would throw back-handed comments at those that would dare to use his age as an excuse… but this isn’t before. This is after the near extinction of the Scions. This is after the three of them were framed for the so-called murder of Ul’dah’s sultana. He has grown since before: a tad bit humbler, he likes to think.

“Hello there, stranger.” As the couch dips, the man says, “you’ve been coming here often, haven’t you.” That should make Elise’s stomach turn, but it doesn’t. “So what that I have—” her voice croaks “—I pay.” She still gazes at the mountains of deprived sex; the Miqo’te catches her. She doesn’t pull away, nor does she glare. No, a smirk spreads on those deliciously shiny lips, and her hand slips between their bodies, grabbing him. “You’re offended. Apologies, it wasn’t my intentions to do so.” A frown creases Elise’s face. “I only wished to inquire a little about—” something soft touches her arm. Shoving herself up, she yanks her arm away. “Don’t touch me!” Her hiss is drowned out by the waves and waves of whines, but the man slowly retracts his gloved hand. A corner of his lip perks up. “My, my— I only seem to vex you; I’m such a terrible host.” Elise narrows her eyes. An unsavory snigger slithers from him before waving a finger. 

hey. ffxiv lore question that's very serious and very important

@the-manderville-mambo leaving all the lore in the tags: