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cirque du kalais
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stitch • fanfic writer and all-around nerd, non-binary (they/them) • 30+ • dragon age (again) mostly
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stitchcasual.bsky.social
for fun, here's another excerpt of eylanni being...eylanni. boy has such a fun brain patter to write

this one's from the same FFXIVWrite but day 12
He focuses on walking softly back to the dodo grounds and does not think about what might happen to his twin now that Rinalle’s acquainted with the Scions who like to save the world. The world is saved, so there’s nothing to worry about, and he’s not worrying anyway! That would be counterproductive to dodo catching. But even if he were worrying, Eylanni figures he can’t really be faulted. After all, he’s best positioned to know what exactly Rinalle is diving into. And besides that, which is a great reason in itself, the idea that Rinalle is alive and well is still sinking in. And if he’s being honest with himself (a novel, uncomfortable sensation), if his brother died again because of something Eylanni did, he might not survive that. Oh, there! The perfect dodo. Eylanni’s eyes widen and he crouches low to the ground, snare held poised. He’s going to try tossing it this time, rather than placing it on the ground and hoping it works. The dodo bob-steps closer, rooting through the little plants covering the ground, looking for something to eat. Eylanni holds perfectly still and waits. He’s very good at being still. The number of Scions he’s startled by being quiet and still in a room they’ve just entered is nearly all of them. (Y’shtola has an unfair advantage.) No one expects him to be able to be quiet or still when he’s always stayed talkative and in motion around them. It makes Ryder laugh when it happens, but it’s that sad kind of laugh where it’s not funny but what else are you supposed to do.
November 29, 2025 at 5:31 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
while my fics tend to have a Lot of interiority because i love to write a character musing about their situation, i don't tend to write those musings in that character's voice. except when it comes to eylanni. then i can't help it

this is from FFXIVWrite2024, day 4
He sets his mug down to talk with his hands as he fills Thancred in on everything that ever happened with Wilred. Hands are less dangerous to gesture with, and Wilred is a more comfortable topic of conversation than Eylanni’s own family. He doesn’t know how to quickly sum up any of what led him away from his home and brought him out here, and he especially doesn’t know how to tell anyone that he can’t go home without crying about the giant wall blocking his way. So really it’s for the best that he not talk about it at all. He tells Ryder stories about his sisters sometimes, and he figures that’s good enough. The Scions are…well, they mean well! They’re nice and they like to solve problems and they’re good at it, too. They saved the world from the Garleans, after all! But Eylanni doesn’t much feel like being their next problem to solve. Ryder listens to him and doesn’t judge, just nods along and offers little stories of his own siblings too. He can talk to Ryder. Not Thancred. Not about that, anyway.
November 29, 2025 at 5:17 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
yes i have a thing for redheads with green eyes
no we don't need to talk about it
November 28, 2025 at 11:15 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
a closeup of Kalais's face, looking up through his eyelashes at someone just off camera
November 28, 2025 at 2:19 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
ooooh this looks goooooood
a beautiful, golden brown apple pie on a very orange towel
November 27, 2025 at 5:00 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
pre-bake picture 👌

loving these little apple cutouts. ive had the template for Years and never used because i ususally do a lattice
an unbaked apple pie with little dough apple cutouts on top for decoration
November 27, 2025 at 3:29 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
*tiktok transition*

pie crust!!
a pie crust with beautifully crimped edges, if I'm being super honest
November 27, 2025 at 3:17 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
let's make pie with stitch!

pie filling Done!! now to turn that flour mixture into a crust
two large bowls onna kitchen counter. the one on the left has sliced apples for pie filling. the one on the left has flour for pie crust
November 27, 2025 at 2:45 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
speeding through intro stuff tonight to try and get some pictures of the Child (the NPC i made in veilguard cc for the d&d game husband is GMing)
November 27, 2025 at 3:51 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
home early from work and I've been Claimed by cats
a black cat laying between a person's blanket-covered legs a black-and-white cat laying mostly on an arm rest but both her paws are laid across someone's upper arm and chest
November 22, 2025 at 12:11 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
probably definitely the modern da2 fic where everyone thinks hawke is having an affair with a guy at work (the guy at work being his husband, actually)

archiveofourown.org/works/9239333
“Are you happy, Hawke?” Merrill interrupted, looking suddenly quite intense. “Uh…” “In your marriage.” “Yes? Things are actually really great right now.” Now that Fenris worked the same hours Hawke did, they actually had time to exist with each other in the same space. The novelty of the feeling still hadn’t worn off, and they’d had lots of sex to make up for lost time. It was his favorite part of working with Fenris. Well, all of it was his favorite part, but the sex was particularly awesome. “Oh. That’s good. I think it’s time for me to get back to work, too, actually.” Merrill stood and rushed out of the break room, leaving a very confused Hawke behind.
November 21, 2025 at 6:55 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
QIYS sneak peek
because I'm feeling very pleased with this scene so far
Lucanis’s blades stabbed into the ground on either side of Kalais’s head, close enough, Kalais thought, to trim off the tiniest bit of hair. He licked his lips and swallowed, looking up into focused, dark eyes less than a foot away from his. That nervous feeling kicked low in his stomach, the one he always got when he was the sole focus of Lucanis’s attention. His hands released their grip on his swords, capitulating, but Lucanis didn’t move off him and offer a hand up. His throat worked, like he wanted to say something, and he leaned closer, eyelashes fluttering.
November 20, 2025 at 12:33 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
update: my octopus has a new hat
a rainbow-colored octopus plushie wearing the little crochet turtle as a hat
November 19, 2025 at 8:22 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
someone's sharing snacks in the break room, which is nice, but what's *better* is they're also sharing these little crochet turtles (hand for scale)
a crocheted turtle, made out of blue, yellow, and variegated pink yarn, sitting in the palm of someone's hand. there is space left over. it's a little turtle
November 19, 2025 at 8:13 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
....stream the whole fucking EP cuz "almost" is also—

the kalquin post-breakup yearning is real
Standing back but on the edge Wide awake but laid in bed The pain is real but I pretend That all the hurting has an end Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No way to live, no way to die Done all I can, all I do is try to get through the daylight I swear to God I'm almost alright I only think about you all the time I almost never fall asleep wishing you were here with me And I promise I've completely let you go Almost a side profile of kalais, looking out the corner of his eye. he's tired and sad
November 18, 2025 at 3:44 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
hey i found a good new song for kalais

stream "survive" by lewis capaldi on your player of choice
How long till it feels Like the wound's finally starting to heal? How long till it feels Like I'm more than a spoke in a wheel? Most nights, I fear That I'm not enough I've had my share of Monday mornings when I can't get up But, when hope is lost And I come undone I swear to God, I'll survive If it kills me to I'm gonna get up and try If it's the last thing I do I've still got something to give Though it hurts sometimes I'm gonna get up and live Until the day that I die I swear to God, I'll survive How long till you know That, in truth, you know nothing at all? How far will you go To get back to the place you belong? an angled profile shot of kalais. his hair is cut short in mourning. he's looking at something off screen, lips slightly parted
November 18, 2025 at 3:36 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
omg a writing train??? this is so exciting!

dropping a few snippets from Various Media and tagging a few writer friends to do the same!
@thecaryatid.bsky.social
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@yamper.bsky.social
She grabs Riku’s arms and spins out from between them. Slipping her hands into his, she looks up at him seriously, struck with a sudden, wild inspiration. “Dance with me,” she says. Sora would have immediately pulled her close and started galloping off around the room, uncoordinated but somehow still graceful, his enthusiasm and heart making up for any technical lacking. Riku blinks at her from arms length, caught off guard. “What?” He’s stalling, trying to buy time for his brain to catch up, but Kairi doesn’t want him to think his way out of this. She reels him in and wraps her arms around his waist, settling her cheek against his chest. “Dance with me,” she says again. It takes a minute, but he finally puts his arms back around her too. “...This is just a hug,” he says after fifteen seconds of dead silence. Kairi laughs. “Then start moving, dummy. Then it’ll be a dance.” Riku mumbles something, and Kairi pulls back a little to stare at him. He averts his eyes but says, a little louder, “I don’t know how to dance.” Kairi stares harder until he continues, “I skipped a year of school, remember? My mom was gonna make me take a dance class that year, but I—” “Was too busy saving the world,” Kairi finishes for him so he can’t tag on something self-deprecating. “…Right.” “Soul’s where your deep memories are kept, things you don’t have to think about. Sense memory. It’s why you could use that mortar and pestle: you’ve done it before, and done it enough that it’s sunk into your soul. Ain’t nothing that can take those memories from you; you just might not know they’re there until something happens and it comes up.” Rinalle chews on his lip. His gaze drifts past Frost to the mountainscape behind her, bright sandy hues in the mid-morning sun. M’halku tweaks his ear gently: he’s not as patient as Frost. “What’s eatin’ you, kit?” “It frightens me,” Rinalle says. He speaks plainly, without guilt or shame for feeling how he does, no worry that M’halku will take it as a personal attack. Blunt honesty is just how things work with the Bastards. “That memories are just…” he wiggles his fingers demonstratively, “lurking to surprise me, wrest control of myself away from me. What if I—” “You won’t.” Rinalle scowls. “How do you know? How can you be sure there’s nothing stuck inside here that won’t make me someone else?” M’halku shrugs. “I know who you are.” Rinalle throws up his hands in frustration, and M’halku laughs, folding his arms across his chest. “You know who you are, too. Nothing that’s behind you can change that if you don’t want it to. Might come a day when you remember something of who you were that contradicts who you’ve become, and that’s the day you’ve got a choice to make. You’re the one gets to decide who you are.” Kalais’s goal with all of this had simply been to pull the Viper into a situation where it would be easier to get him to confess the painfully obvious feelings he has for Tarquin, but with the two of them apparently beating him to it, he’s content to reap the benefits. He kisses Ashur back, palming the back of his head and squeezing. Might not be any hair to pull, but he’ll make do. He’s not about to roll over just because Tarquin’s ganging up on him. Ashur kisses up Kalais’s cheek, murmurs, “May I?”, and encloses the tip of Kalais’s long ear in the wet heat of his mouth. The noise Kalais makes is utterly embarrassing, and he turns his head, allowing easier access to his ear in answer. This puts the couch firmly in his field of vision as his eyes flutter open and closed, Ashur’s lips and teeth moving along the surface of his ear in what feels like an experiment to find what will turn Kalais so boneless he loses his grip on Ashur’s waist. Tarquin has seated himself on the couch, pants discarded, his fingers slowly playing with his cock, dragging the hood back and forth along the shaft. Kalais’s mouth goes dry and he squirms, but Ashur has him well pinned to the wall and all he can do is watch as Tarquin smirks at him. “Fuck,” he says, the word turning into a moan as Ashur bites at his ear. “Please, I wanna—” “You’re going to stay right where you are,” Tarquin says, “and take whatever Ashur wants to give you for as long as he feels like it. Then he can come suck my prick.” He looks past her, counting the half-crumbled bricks of one of the buildings so he doesn’t open his mouth and admit all that. Besides, she doesn’t care about his sob story: she’s got her own and it’s so much more important. “Like you said,” he grits through his teeth. “You can’t save everyone. Besides, that was before my time. Did you want an apology?” Not that it would do either of them any good. Empty, useless words. He’s beginning to think coming here was a mistake. Rook starts mumbling to herself, and Kalais might not know which one it is but he knows a spell when he hears it. “Shit.” He pulls a throwing knife into his left hand, his right hand fingering nervously at his necklace, hoping it’ll protect him from whatever the hell she’s doing. “Shit.” She has a sword. A huge fucking magic sword! He flings the knife almost before he’s aware of making the decision. Kalais lives on knives’ edges: the moment just before you’re attacked is the best time to strike. He can’t know if Rook was about to swing at him, but he’d been conditioned to never take the chance. You strike first, you strike hard, you live to walk away. A bolt of lightning catches him in the chest and he stumbles backward, but the wards in his necklace function, dissipating most of the energy so that the resulting shock is just enough to make him swear and shake his arms out, glad he’d only drawn the one knife before that. He grabs two more now, twirling them around his fingers. He’s going to pop his head around that corner and stick her like a fucking pincushion—
November 18, 2025 at 3:15 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
joke's on rinalle: that's his twin brother out there being the WoL, so that guy's got a Point, Actually
“Aren’t you the Warrior of Light?” Rinalle looks up from his contribution to the dinner preparations, M’naago having roped him in earlier, well aware from their childhood of what his hands can and cannot do to be useful for the collective. The Resistance soldier in front of him forges on: “A male Miqo’te with red-gold hair! That’s you, isn’t it?” One of his ears flicks as he hears his cousin snickering from somewhere nearby, and he starts contemplating what form of retribution to enact on Naago later as he gazes steadily at the Resistance man. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he says casually, letting his natural accent burr his words, “but we’re in Ala Mhigo: there’s more than a few of us red-haired Miqo’te runnin’ around, so you’re going to have to do better than that if you want to go around making accusations.”
November 17, 2025 at 4:48 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
so i love these catgirls 🥺
two catgirls, one facing away from the camera and one facing toward the camera but both facing each other. they both have deep purple hair with pink highlights but different hairstyles. they're inside a gold-fringed red tent beside a hearth
November 16, 2025 at 2:40 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
been a While since i advertised for this (and last time i did was on my ffxiv side acct bUT)

OPEN NOW (ignore the date on the graphic, we had Technical Difficulties last week)

Join the girls at Highbridge for a *checks notes* surprise drop-in bard group and as always, ala mhigan hospitality
Tanria Traveling Teahouse 2nd Saturday of the month (except this month we're doing 3rd) 8-10pm EST Adamantoise Lavender Beds W30 Lily Hill Apt 72
November 16, 2025 at 1:16 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
well that's kind of rude
November 15, 2025 at 4:24 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
kalais's insecure about the scars on his head. so you'd think he'd hide them, his hair is long enough, but he's decided that making them everyone else's problem is the best way to deal with it. by making other people uncomfortable, he can forget his own discomfort
November 15, 2025 at 3:16 AM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
i am so bored at work right now

anyway i call these astral fire and umbral ice
a tessellated coloring book done in red, red-orange, orange, and yellow a tessellated coloring book page done in blue, light blue, and purple
November 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
yay i finally got a scam attempt, am i a cool kid now?
a screenshot of a bsky chat request from someone claiming my account has been suspended
November 13, 2025 at 1:23 PM
stitchcasual.bsky.social
tarquin dragon age staring at rook, a red-haired elf with tattoos, scars, and freckles, while rook is obliviously looking the other way
November 10, 2025 at 11:13 PM