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[wintrii-shadows]

so that's all the kandi I have right now that's for me in no particular order. um. i'm sane what do you mean

the zoidberg one was bc my brother said it'd be funny to show to my science teacher so hehe seven eleven is one of my nicknames now the green w is for weezer and is part of a friendship bracelet set I have with three others the stars on the very right,, two of those are for charlie and niffty :3 got some kin bracelets n stuff in there too nuzi and dizzy bracelets + stars

OH MY GOD I FORGOT TWO OF THE BRACELETS. welp too bad I guess..

[venti-tangents]

I was gonna save this for a more general hc post, but the new card trailer has me ferrel.

Now that we have a larger collection of spicy, intimate scenes with Rafayel, I’ve started to notice a bit of a pattern with how they play out.

He lures his MC in, usually using himself as bait—testing their limits, sometimes acting innocent or helpless; generally goading them on, inviting them tease him. And tease him is what they do, taking great joy in doing so because his reactions are so cute. He melts so easily in the hands of his beloved…yet he pounces right when they least expect it. I think he enjoys the feeling of “turning the tables” on his lover, so to speak.

It’s almost cunning the way he seduces the MC, which is probably why they call him a fox in the trailer (I’ll come back to this if I’m wrong).

[myreia]

✦ F F X I V L E V E L 9 0

—compendium

[lovebugdotcom]

Wibble doodles ft. Gangle

[guzmasenbyboyfriend]

Ford: compliments xavier in anyway

Xavier:

Pro.shippers/com.shippers DNI please

[astral-express-family]

okay related to my last post 👀

[gayathreya]

[neriyon]

🎁

What is something Maito keeps like: a souvenir, a keepsake, or a family heirloom; that means a lot to her? Why is it so important to her?

Ohhh, it's been a while since I last even thought about Maito's lore uihfeiuehf.

I could see her having some keepsakes her younger siblings gave her before she set off on a boat to Eorzea. Maybe some simple bead bracelet, or like, a stick figure drawing of their family? Or even some of the letters they sent her during her travels. Those were her only real connection home while on unfamiliar continent, so obiviously very dear to her (even if she'd never admit it out loud).

Other keepsakes from other's I could see her keeping would be something from Naho or Scions. Maybe a staff commissioned by the Scions as a thank-you for all the trouble she went through for them. For Naho I think it'd again be something really simple, like a pretty, colorful ribbon she felt like would brighten this mostly black wearing auri up (dubbed goth by your catgirl bestie lol).

[windupnamazu]

i can't sit idly (no, i can't move at all)

ffxivwrite2023 #15: portentous of or like a portent: a sign or warning that something, especially something momentous or calamitous, is likely to happen.  

Lunya/G'raha. Pastoral AU. 582wc. ⮞ Some people hear a scream in the middle of the night and close their curtains. G'raha runs toward it.

The moon hung full over Corvos that night, drenching the summer meadows and their sprawling patches of daffodils in silver light and casting long, deep shadows where it could not reach.

G'raha fiddled with the latch of his hut, uncertain why he was so on edge. It wasn't his first summer in the pastures and it would not be his last for many more years to come, and with experience came a quiet sort of calm that eluded him this time when it had never before. Out in the field his flock was quiet as they slept under the watchful eye of his loyal sheepdog, Lyna, and the only sound was the gentle whistle of the wind through the ash trees.

Before he could fasten the lock and retire to bed to shove the strange anxiety hanging at the back of his mind away, a scream broke the peace of the night.

Immediately he was back out the door, crook in hand and barking a command for Lyna to keep watch. He tore through the thicket, lantern swinging as he tumbled down the slope towards Elftrudis's pastures with a healing spell already on his tongue.

He found her on the ground, panicked but otherwise unharmed as her own guardian dog circled her flock, hackles raised. In the pale moonlight that drifted between the trees into her section of the meadows there laid a giant direwolf, its hulking body split in twain, and standing above it…

A woman—one he'd met once before in these very same meadows. Lalafellin, possessed of moon-white hair in silken plaits and eyes of twilight flecked with crystal, skin brown as sugar and dotted with white freckles like the myriad stars overhead, impossibly beautiful in a way that made her seem not of this world. She stood over the corpse of the wolf five times her size as it bled out into the soil, cradling a lamb in one arm and in the other the arm of a scythe as tall as she was, formed of aetherial light rather than steel and dripping ichor. Two hounds flanked her on either side; the first a mutt that was nearly invisible in the dark with its pitch black fur and the second an Ala Mhigan hound with golden fur and piercing blue eyes.

When last he saw her, the very first time, she was a traveler who misheard his kulning cry as one in need of help and came wandering from the treeline like one of his flock at sundown. She warned him the pastures were dangerous at night and he laughed it off, having spent more than half his lifetime slogging through the wetlands in the pitch dark. Back then, she seemed eccentric but no more than he was and he found himself charmed by her open-bite smile and the wit with which she bantered with him until he had to return to his hut. At worst, she was a little misinformed but clearly well-intentioned. But before there weren't wolves of this size. Before, she hadn't had the scythe.

"What are you, Lunya?" he wondered, mouth dry.

"Me?" the girl asked with a voice like bells, luminous and intensely strange beneath the moonlight. She smiled toothily at him; her canines were sharp, fanglike. A bracing wind tore through the meadow and rattled the daffodils at their feet, sending her braids rippling in waves that revealed a pair of wolf tooth earrings hanging from her softly pointed ears. "I'm an omen."

[a-shakespearean-in-paris]

OC name meanings

Thanks for the tag @elveny!

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC’s name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Maybe talking about my OCs will get me to write? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ophelia (Ophelie) Lydia Asherson:

She goes by “Ophelie” in the text but her given name is actually Ophelia, because her dad is a professor of western literature and also a nerd. According to google, Ophelia is a Greek girl's name meaning "help," "aid," or "advantage.” didn’t know it had greek origins, but that makes sense. In a more meta sense it was chosen because of its connection to Shakespeare (talked about in text actually.) her looks have changed over the long, long years, but her name has always been Ophelie.

I like the idea that she starts to go by the French variation of her name as a slight way to protest her namesake’s fate. Lydia also has greek origins, but notably it’s a common name in Hawaii because that was the queen of Hawaii’s English name. And it’s Oph’s mother’s name.

Rowan Kosta Hartley:

Rowan is Irish for “red-haired” and is also the name of a tree. I always liked this name and thought it sounded masculine and weighty. I also like the “earthy” connection to the name. Kosta (or Kostas) comes from the Greek meaning "steady or stable" which is actually perfect for him. Canonically he's named after the father he never met--which was actually "Kostas." he spoke little English however and the intricacies of Greek male naming conventions were lost in translation, so his mother just refers to him as "Kosta."

"Hartley" is a stage name (his mother's now his) and it doesn't have any interesting meanings, but I do like the fact that "heart" is literally in the name, fitting. It was also the actress Vivien Leigh's real last name, and the two are based off of Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier.

these names flew into my head 11 years ago, and at this point in my life they're about as normal to me as my own name or my best friend's name. Ophelie was actually conceived as French (and it was actuallly Ophelie,) but here we are.

tagging @thevikingwoman @myreia @fiannans @alyssalenko and anyone else!

[misfortunegirl]

nerdy guy is sooo obsessed with me <- definitely sees me as a quirky girl hes just friends with

[lovebugdotcom]

The comfort character ever.

[guzmasenbyboyfriend]

I started playing cookie run recently and I really like the dad detective cookie lol

Also side note this is more so a rough draft design for my s/i so yeah :P

(s/i is transmasc non-binary and uses They/He/She pronouns)

Picrew Link

Pro.ship/com.ship/neutral dni

[astral-express-family]

Oh hey I don't think I ever posted this here. Family flowchart moment.

Familial day seemed like the perfect day to drop it <3

I can't believe I forgot to add Jasmine, my wonderful and lovely sibling-in-law Jasmine who I love to death <3

[starlooping]

thanks for the suggestion! hmmmm if it's going to be based off my url i think starloop tag would fit better! maybe. i will change the tags tomorrow though, it's bed time for me

oh i am new here. uh. whuh! that's..! something?

[windupnamazu]

walking around on those—what do you call 'em?

ffxivwrite2023 #18: fish out of water a person away from their usual environment or activities.

Lunya/G'raha and @hqmillioncorn's Cherrypit and Babycorn. Aquarium AU. 740wc. ⮞ Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they're just trying to leave their workplace so they can go on a date but you're like six and too cute to ignore—

G'raha pushed himself off the wall outside the staff room entrance when Lunya emerged, her still-damp hair deftly pulled into a high ponytail and glowing with the satisfaction of a good day at work. He waited until she finished rummaging through her purse before he spoke up.

"Great work today, Lunya," he said, unable and unwilling to disguise his affection for her in his voice, and when Lunya's head snapped up he was nearly blinded by her sunbright smile beneath the aquarium lights.

"Raha!" she exclaimed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear in an uncharacteristic but all-too-endearingly shy move. "Hehe, ready to—hm?"

Lunya glanced behind her. There was a Lalafellin boy who couldn't be more than six or seven years old tugging at her sleeve, blue eyes practically sparkling as he peered up at her.

"Miss Mermaid," the little boy said in awe.

"Oh!" Lunya gasped in delight and G'raha felt his knees go weak. She placed her index finger to her lips and shushed the child. "You can't tell anyone! It's a secret that I have a human form!"

"Oh!" the boy echoed excitedly, miming her gesture. "Secret! Okay!"

Bending her knees slightly so she was at eye level with him, Lunya asked, "What's your name, sweetheart? Where's your adult?"

"I'm Cherry!" Cherry said proudly, and then he looked around. "Um… Bebe…" He turned and pointed down the hall. "Gift shop! Bebe's in the gift shop!"

Lunya looked up at G'raha with a sheepish smile that was so bleeding cute that if there wasn't a grade-schooler clinging to her he probably could have kissed her then and there. "Do you mind?"

Swallowing his adoration, he shook his head. "Of course not, Miss Mermaid." He ahem'd and raised his voice. "Come along, Sir Cherrypit," he said boldly. "We must set out on a quest to find your Bebe!"

Cherrypit squealed with joy, clapping even as he said, "Who're you, mister?"

"Do you know the story of the Little Mermaid?" he asked. When Cherry bobbed his head, ponytail bobbing with him, G'raha grinned. "I'm the Human Prince who the Mermaid gave up her tail for."

The little boy gasped. Unable to contain his glee he bounced up and down while still attached to Lunya's arm, his light-up sneakers going absolutely wild.

"Raha," Lunya sighed, cheeks tinged pink, but she didn't actually protest and it only made G'raha's grin grow further. "Very well, my prince—let's return this little fish to his school together." She took one step forward and nearly tripped, grabbing G'raha's arm as she stumbled, but instead of panicking like he almost did she simply looked back and winked at Cherry. "Ah, sorry!" she said with a giggle as he looked at her with wide eyes. "I'm still getting used to having legs!"

Taking one of Cherry's little hands in her own 'for support', the three of them navigated through the aquarium to the gift shop. There they found a Lalafellin girl around Lunya's age pacing back and forth by the plushies, looking under every table and digging through piles of plush dolphins and penguins and sea lions.

"Bebe!" Cherry called.

"Cherry!" the girl wailed when she saw them, dropping a plush urchin back onto its display to dash over to them. "You can't just wander away like that! What if something bad happened?! What if a fish ate you?!?! What would I tell Mama and Papa?!?!?!"

G'raha had a feeling that it would be very hard to argue with this girl about it being difficult to get eaten by a fish in the Waking Sands Aquarium, so he wisely kept quiet as Cherry comfortingly patted his sister's hand.

"I won't do it again! Look, I found Lady Miss Mermaid and her Human Prince!"

"Woah, that's amazing, Cherry! We really liked your show!" 'Bebe' gushed before she looked down and squinted skeptically at Lunya's legs. "You're definitely not half-fish right now, though, right..?"

"I'm most definitely human right now," Lunya said amusedly, winking at Cherry. "But you promise to keep my secret, right, Cherry?"

"Yeah!" Cherry cheered. "Thanks for saving me, Miss Mermaid, Mister Prince!"

As the two siblings waved goodbye, Lunya looked up at G'raha.

"Shall we go for dinner now, Mister Prince?" she asked teasingly.

"Of course, Miss Mermaid," G'raha said with a wide smile, taking her hand in his own as they left the aquarium together. "Probably not sushi tonight, though."

"Heh, probably not!"