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Everyday is the best day when I’m with you.

(Fae and Alrek Khaine. Screenshot by me.)

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Fae: strike a sexy pose Galt: a what Best friends doing it for who?! THEMSELVES.

Thank you @faekhaine

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Were you ever a broken headmistress in Gilgamesh?

I wouldn’t say ‘broken’, but Fae did run a school in Gilgamesh many moons ago.

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A Sweet Moment

“Alrek, do you promise you still love me?”

“Until the moment I draw my last breath, my love. In this life and a thousand after it.”

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Reeeeeeeeeeeeee

Reblog this if you are a FFXIV RPer on the Crystal Data Centre.

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my kink is having a rp partner that is also a very good friend where you can have 20+ ships with them but also tell them about everything and anything

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It’s been a while...

It was early morning when the Rose decided to return to the desert. Dressed in black and gold, she arrived in Eastern Thanalan by mid-afternoon where she rode to the small church on the hillside. Around it, headstones lined the trail that led to the dilapidated building a hundred or so yalms away. Mismatched eyes scanned the names on the headstones; She knew where she was headed and looked to them as though greeting old friends. She’d walked past them hundreds of times before, though it had been some time since she’s been back.

She stopped at a headstone by the fence and gently brushed some dirt and dust from the top of it, smiling. The stone was warm from the desert sun beating down on it all day.

“Hey, I know it’s been a while. I’m sorry I haven’t been out recently.” She said softly, taking a seat in the dirt by the tombstone. “Not that being busy is an excuse, but I really have been.” She let out a sigh, guilt beginning to well up in her chest. “Reuki and R’guna are expecting. That ought to be interesting, to say the least. They got married a few years ago now. I haven’t really seen them since.” She frowned as she relaxed some. Talking was helping push the guilt down. “I met someone. A few someones, at first. Some left, a few disappeared. Only one stuck around. I almost wish you could meet him - you’d love him.” She smiled, fingers digging into the dusty soil. “I can just imagine all of the hijinks the two of you would get into. I married him. I thought you should know. I’m also sort of famous now.” She chuckled. “A famous singer, if you’d believe it. And expecting myself!” She exclaimed, excitedly resting a hand on her stomach. She wasn’t showing just yet, but her skin held that gentle maternal glow. “We found out a few weeks ago. We’ve barely been married three months!”

“I suppose I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t been by in some time and I wanted to make sure you knew that you are by no means forgotten. I cherish the time we had together, and I miss you. Every day.” She said, standing and dusting the dirt from her clothes. “I should head back. It’s a long trip back East. I miss you.” She said softly, kissing her fingertips and pressing it into the nameplate of the headstone. She lingered several moments longer before leaving.

((Fae visiting her first husband, who died tragically when the airship he was aboard was attacked and subsequently crashed. She still visits sometimes, though the visits are becoming more sparse as time goes by.))

((Screenshots by me!))

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Angst Meme - Fae

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

This kitten has been through a lot, but keeps on pushing forward. She refuses to give up, no matter what the cost. Now that her dreams are within her grasp, there’s nothing that will stop her from reaching them.

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Beautiful Bride

Art I had commissioned of Fae in her wedding dress.

You can check out the artist here: https://m.facebook.com/Kraxtax/

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It Finally Happened!

The wedding of a lifetime. Fae herself never thought it possible, that the man she fell for so fast and so deeply, would meet her at the altar. The venue was perfect. Absolutely stunning.

The flowers, the linens, all of it came together with utter perfection. The lights were low, giving the chandeliers that were lit a romantic glow. Friends, family, and a few lucky fans of the Desert Rose were in attendance. The chapel was nearly bursting at the seams with happy, smiling faces.

Fae was in the bridal suite, nervously bouncing her legs as she did her best to stifle anxiously chewing her manicured nails. She didn’t spend all that gil on a manicure just to eat it. With her hair and makeup finished, the bride was a sight to behold. Now if only she would find her groom waiting for her.

Their entrance was grand, because would the Desert Rose really do anything normal for her big day? The couple arrived on a golden float, serenaded by Moogle trumpeters. From there, the couple dismounted and walked to the altar, gazing adoringly at one another. They couldn’t keep their eyes off each other, staring in disbelief that it was all taking place. They had only met a few months before, and now they were walking down the aisle together.

Together, they walked down the snowy white carpet to the altar set before them. Flowers of red and pink lined the aisle, but did little to draw the attention from the bride. Faeylyn is already a beautiful woman, finding it difficult to walk the streets and go unrecognized, but today! The eyes of every person in the chapel were on the Rose. Her long ebony curls, her rosy cheeks, her luxuriously long lashes. She didn’t need much makeup at all.

The pair finally made it down the seemingly mile long aisle and arrived at the altar. The high heels of Fae’s fancy shoes clacked on the white marble floors as they arrived. She offered her dear friend Miyu her bouquet as the ceremony began.

Words of love and hope were shared by the couple, a small joke thrown in by the bride. The love shared between them was palpable, and felt by everyone in attendance. The ring exchange was heartfelt and beautiful, and the Miqo’tess had a tough time staying strong. A tear slid down her cheek, which she cursed for attempting to ruin her makeup, drawing a laugh from the crowd. Fae had concerns about sharing a passionate kiss with her groom before hundreds of people, as she knew where those sorts of kisses often led, and while she was a performer, she didn’t believe that sort of show was appropriate for a wedding. Instead, they shared a toast, exchanging glasses filled with rare wine.

Now married before the Twelve, souls joined for eternity, the couple jogged back up the aisle, hand in hand, giddy at the prospect of their future together and absolutely overwhelmed with feelings of love and devotion toward one another. They were met with cheers and well-wishes before riding off on chocoback to meet everyone at the reception to be held at their new shared home.

And they (hopefully!) lived happily ever after.

(Screenshots by my dear friend Rhaiya! I’ve been terribly busy and haven’t had a chance to post these yet. Alrek and Faeylyn Khaine, everyone!)

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Here Comes the Bride

On February 28th, U’faeylyn Khaine will be joining her beloved bodyguard under the blessing of the Twelve. Ever the star, the kitten decided to head to the beach for some bridal photos in her gown. Mostly an excuse to wear it more than once, regardless, the songstress is eager and ready to become one with her love, Alrek.

All are welcome to attend! For an invitation, feel free to whisper Fae or Alrek in game. Ceremony will begin promptly at 8PM EST on February 28th.

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A Steamy Evening

((NSFW story))

The tension between the Highlander and the Miqo’tess was palpable. Heavy flirting, stolen glances, and even a few kisses peppered in had driven poor Fae to madness. Any time she saw the swarthy Highlander, she felt her heart skip. She could lose herself for hours in those steely blue eyes.

Tonight would be the night the tension finally reached a head. She couldn’t survive another night without him. Inviting the Highlander into her office, she hopped up atop her desk and beckoned him over with a single digit, smirking. Obediently, the man approached, grinning. Small hands found their way to his hips, pulling him closer.

The Highlander ran a strong hand through her cropped hair, smiling affectionately to the kitten. They had grown quite close in the short time they spent together.

“Yes, Miss Fae?” The Highlander asked, his husky voice sending shivers down the spine of the songstress.

“Alrek, I...” She began, her teeth worrying her plump lip. “I wish to be with you tonight.” Her words stirred him, and his very obvious physical reaction to her drew a smirk from the kitten. “And it would seem you want that as well.”

“I do.” He stated simply. A large hand cupped her cheek before drawing her in for a kiss. Their lips met and the songstress’s eyes fluttered closed, hands tightening to fists on his hips as she pulled him as close as she could manage. Arms engulfed the small woman as he lifted her like one would a child’s toy. Effortless, he carried her to her small bed. She didn’t think she would be sharing it with another so soon.

Those mismatched orbs scanned his face as she was gently placed on the edge of the bed as his hands began to make quick work of his belt. He slid his tight leather pants to the floor with ease, those steel blue eyes locked on hers.

“I want you to taste my cock.” He said, his voice soft but quite stern. It wasn’t a suggestion. The kitten obliged quickly, looking between the massive organ that pointed directly at her face and his expression. Within the span of a heartbeat, she was upon him. Her small hand wrapped around the base of his long, girthy arousal and her painted lips wrapped around it. He released a guttural growl as her pink tongue began to massage the flared head of him. Eventually, she took him all the way into her mouth; a feat that left the Highlander very impressed with his Rose. A hand gripped the back of her head, holding her in place for a moment before releasing her, allowing her to breathe once more.

Alrek watched the songstress work, admiring her ethics as she bobbed her head, taking him in until he met her throat. Once it did, she’d take him in further, his thick member sliding down the back of her throat several ilms before re-emerging once more. Satisfied with her work and believing himself to be ready, he pushed the Miqo’tess onto her back and pulled her ornate dress overhead, leaving the kitten exposed to him. She put up no resistance, absolutely ready for the events to come. Always the tease, however, the tiny dancer sat up once again, batting her eyelashes for the swarthy bodyguard, almost begging him.

More than ready, the Highlander pounced upon the small songstress, engulfing her in his embrace as their lips met once more. Her entire body was alight, her desire for him already so strong that she felt herself throb and ache for a touch she had yet to experience. The man wasted no time, pulling her flesh to his, their bodies flush together. A large hand wrapped around the base of his girth and he angled it to meet the petals of her flower. He rubbed the head of his pillar along her crevice before he slowly pressed inside. Ilm by ilm, the kitten received her lover, her back arching as he plunged into her core until that flared head of his pressed against her innermost wall. How she managed to take him in his entirety is a question neither of them had time for. Her long legs wrapped around the Highlander’s hips as they began to rock with a hunger that he’d not felt in some time. The slow pace lasted only a few strokes before becoming wild, hips slapping against her plump rear as he began to furiously pound the little Miqo’tess, powerful legs propelling him into her.

Fae was known for many things, but being a quiet lover was not among them. Her singing voice could easily fill an amphitheater, and those powerful pipes similarly filled the office. Her voice rang through the small chambers, echoing off the walls, very likely bleeding into the early evening hours outside. Any passers-by would turn red in the face upon their realization of the origin of the sounds and briskly walk away. Each joining of their hips sent a jolt of electricity up the kitten’s spine, her painted nails found their way into his dark tan flesh. She, too, hasn’t experienced a need this great in some time. Not since he left. The pair melded together, a tangle of flesh, teeth, growls, and cries of pleasure.

A new angle was needed, and the large male sat up, pulling the Miqo’tess upon his lap. He gave her a quick spin and hugged her tight against him, her back pressed to his chest. She bounced upon his lap, dark brows knitting as the veiny underside of his thick shaft drew along the small bundle of nerves just inside her flower like the string of a bow pulling across a violin. Within moments, her head was thrown back as unimaginable pleasure washed over her like the sea during a storm. Wave after wave of bliss filled the kitten, her voice ringing through the rafters as her ecstasy persisted. For a moment, she believed she had felt her soul exit her body, the pleasure was so intense.

It would seem he experienced it as well, his needy grunts becoming growls of lust. He released his essence into her, his orbs draining of their load into the songstress. She felt every string of seed enter her, coating her core. They remained joined for several long moments, the Highlander gently turning Fae’s head to expose her neck. He planted long, lingering kisses along the curve of her shoulder, a happy rumble in his chest. Fae, too, continued to moan and whine for a few moments, taking a little extra time to come down from her blissful high. “Gods, that was amazing.” She purred, reaching a hand back to run through his long, dark hair.

“You’re amazing, Fae.” He said in return, his husky voice tired but content.

The pair remained entwined for a few more minutes before the energy was drained, and they laid down together. The Miqo’tess lay towards the middle of the bed, the large Highlander wrapping his arms tightly around her as he lay behind her as a big spoon. The kitten fell asleep within seconds, her lover a few minutes later. He found himself gazing at the sleeping songstress, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky to nab a woman like U’faeylyn. She was an enigma; one he would happily spend his entire life figuring out.

((No screenshots today because last time I tried, it got flagged. I hope you enjoyed the post!))

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A Quick Nap

After spending so much time getting her set list ready for her big tour in a few weeks, the Miqo’tess dozes off on the shoulder of her bodyguard. He doesn’t seem to mind and lets the poor kitten rest. She’s earned it.

((Screenshot by me!))

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The Basics

▌ FACE CLAIM: Nicole Scherzinger

▌ NAME: U’faeylyn Khaine

▌AGE: 24

▌HEIGHT: 4’9”

▌SPECIES: Miqo’te

▌RACE/ETHNICITY: Seeker of the Sun; Drake Tribe

▌BIRTHDAY: 14th Day of the First Umbral Moon (2/14)

▌SUN SIGN: n/a

▌RESIDENCE: The Winter Rose, Lavender Beds

▌MARITAL STATUS: Married to Alrek Khaine

▌ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

▌DRINK: Wine, any.

▌FOOD: Breakfast. Likes pancakes.

▌DAY OR NIGHT: Day.

▌SNACKS: Fruit, preferably pineapples.

▌PET: Stuart, the capybara pup.

▌COLOUR: Shades of blue.

▌FLOWER: Hydrangea.

▌SEXUALITY: Hererosexual.

▌BODY TYPE: Toned; Dancer.

▌EYE COLOUR: Left, Cerulean; Right, Violet.

▌HAIR COLOUR: Jet Black

▌TAGGED BY: @gal-the-violet

▌TAGGING: @ishval-peacecraft @gararmstrong @redfistsoffury @ffxivcryptids @the-handsome-rogue @theidofmobi @ehri-kha @cahli-tia @catnipescapades @earthlystarfish @swordsforodyn @blackmagesol @lilscuttlebutts @of-the-blind-faith

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Back to the Beginning

The Desert Rose, at a crossroads in her life, returns to the Sagolii Desert to think.

Mismatched orbs of cerulean and violet gaze out across the dunes in quiet contemplation, the sun high in the sky.

She allows the burning rays of the star beat down on her, finding the heat comforting. She has a tour coming up and must decide on a set list and venues, but can’t seem to get the Highlander out of her head. His rugged good looks, the smell of his skin, the warmth of his embrace, and those eyes. Gods, those eyes.

Hours pass and the sun begins to set over Thanalan. A decision. The last time she came to this decision, she had essentially been left at the altar, but Fae’s never been one to give up. There were a few difficult conversations to get through, but she felt he was worth it. A hand touched the muscles of her stomach, eyes cast low on the horizon. She was as barren as the desert in which she sat, and that had been known to drive away men in the past.

She hoped this time he would stay.

((IC post of contemplation! Screenshots by me.))

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Thirteenth Time’s the Charm?

It’s been a long and lonely road for U’faeylyn. Time and time again, she’s loved and lost, experienced grief so profound, she thought she may never let her guard down again. She’s built up walls so tall, no one may ever see the tops of them, lost in the mist and clouds.

Until he came along.

Alrek was a quiet man, new to The Black Shroud. He came from Ala Mhigo and picked up a position in security at The Winter Rose, where ironically The Desert Rose caught his eye. Instantly, they clicked, spending time in the main hall, bonding over tales of daring and hot cocoa. He embraced her playful nature, and she fell for his charm.

The pair bonded quickly, and she soon found the Highlander to be chipping away at the walls she had worked so hard to erect, to fortify so no man could destroy her heart again. Every laugh, every story, every warm cup of cocoa was like a pickax to the walls surrounding her heart.

Physically, she was drawn to him. His dark olive skin and hair as jet black as her own gave him an air of mystery. Tall, dark, and very handsome, she was hopelessly attracted to him, and him to her. Their bond grew to one of passionate romance, and quickly.

Theoretically, Fae is still diligently working to maintain those walls, gently reminding herself of the terrible pain she’s experienced through the years, how even now, she’s meant to be on her honeymoon with the man she believed she would be with forever. The man that swore he’d never break her heart.

All but ready to give up, she found Alrek. She’s doing her best to stay strong, not to commit herself to any individual to save her the heartache of their inevitable disappearance. Everyone always left. That’s the curse of Fae. She wants someone to love more than anything in the world, but love’s never loved her.

This hasn’t deterred Alrek in the slightest, and he does his best to offer comfort to the kitten, simply wishing to be there for her. Through rain or shine, he’s promised to stand by her. A small part of her wants to believe he’s true, but the pattern of her previous lovers leaves her with little trust in the words of men.

((Screenshots by me!))

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Welcome~!

Come on in. I won’t bite...

... much.

(Screenshot by me!)