🌙; I am back to having my gacha addiction again. And it always has to be something that has my attention. Then the need to want it so bad happens.

Her eyes narrowed in mock warning, though the smirk tugging at her lips softened it into something almost fond. “Oh, I won’t miss,” she said, voice barely above a murmur yet laced with quiet confidence. “You’ll see.” The small pat on her arm, however, earned him a faint huff of laughter despite her

If you hide your gender identity to fit in, never feel like you've betrayed yourself🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 It's proof that you have a beautiful and kind heart. Chiitan will continue to send out messages until the world becomes a place where you can live with confidence and be yourself.

Her brows knit as he tapped his helmet, the clinking echoing like a taunt in her ears. “M-maybe you should clean it, yes!” she huffed, folding her arms and looking away to avoid his stare. “Maybe the noise is what’s making you hear things that aren’t there.” The tug at her cheek drew a squeaky

“You’ve got to press it on you You’ve just been thinking That’s what you do, baby Hold it down, dare Jump with them all and move it Jump back and forth It feels like you were there yourself, work it out”

“Autumn feels like the world sighing before winter begins.”

“It must be the blossoms that make me seem lovely… not me.”

Her breath caught when he leaned closer, his presence looming as though he meant to catch her every word. Heat rushed to her cheeks all over again, and she shook her head quickly, waving her hands as if to shoo away his curiosity. “N–nothing! I said nothing!” She turned her face aside, hair

Her lips parted in protest, only for her words to fizzle out into a helpless huff. “A-agree to disagree, then…” she muttered, though the pink in her cheeks betrayed how rattled she still was. She dared not meet his eyes for too long, busying herself with brushing stray locks of hair back into

“Do you hear that? The crunch of leaves is like its own song.”

Her eyes widened as he bounced her up and down in his grasp, a startled cry escaping her lips that dissolved into helpless laughter. “Y-you brute! That is 𝑛𝑜𝑡 justified!” she yelped, clutching at his arms for dear life, her hair tumbling in wild strands around her face. When at last her feet

Her feet barely skimmed the ground before she found herself scooped right back up, dangling in his grasp like a startled kitten. “Últa!” she squeaked, arms instinctively curling inward as he swayed her side to side. Her cheeks turned scarlet, dark hair spilling like a curtain as she kicked her heels

“Funny how the smallest kindnesses end up being the memories that last the longest.”

“If tomorrow never comes I want you to know right now that I I’m gonna love you until the day I die If tomorrow falls asleep can you hold me first I’m gonna love you like it’s the last night on earth It’s never enough No it’s never enough (it’s never enough) Ooh

Her pout deepened as his laugh rumbled against her ears, the sound only making her cheeks burn hotter. “E–everyone is 𝑛𝑜𝑡 luggage!” she huffed, her voice muffled against the plates of his armor as she wriggled in protest. “Especially not me!” The more he secured his grip, the more flustered she

“So… if I asked you to pick between tea or sake, would that reveal your soul?”

The sudden lift drew a startled yelp from her lips, her hands instinctively grabbing at his back as the ground vanished beneath her. “H–hey!” she squeaked, her cheeks already pink with flustered heat. Dangling over his shoulder like a sack of flour was 𝑛𝑜𝑡 how she’d pictured her night ending. Her —

||: #WriterAppreciationWednesday - A bit early, but I want to thank those interacting with Miyako. I didn’t expect to get any due to the fact of the things I have done. The interactions I received are more than welcome. And I am appreciating them more. My replies may be slow or spotty, I am still —

“Do you ever think the stars gossip about us the way we gossip about them?”

“Do you think moogles actually keep track of all those letters, or just toss them in a pile?”

||: Nothing recent since my sub ended due to taking a FFXIV break. But Miyako is my middie and I'm proud of my middie.

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🍏: Here it is, I do encourage yall to read through if Silas' past has ever been of interest. Or even if it hasn't! This is from Gwyn, his adopted father's POV. It does get a little messy but do forgive me. Sensitive subjects ahead.

[[This is making its rounds again.]]

Aye, this hath been making the rounds again, and once more I shalt say: All art welcome to interact with me. All art welcome to tag me. Should some troubling matter arise, I shalt attempt to address it with those involved, and I hope that others wouldst do likewise if I unwittingly cause offense.

D'xel "Rollo" Tia How may I help you?

She sat by a tree, watching the stars.

ㅤㅤ𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, ㅤㅤㅤ𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎

The way he spoke—gods, even when the words tangled themselves in loops of archaic sweetness and dizzying affection—her heart understood every syllable. Her ears might blush, her brain might stutter, but her soul knew. Every time he said 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟, every time his voice dropped to that tender hush, —

His words swirled around her like velvet ribbons, warm and teasing, threaded with the kind of affection that made her chest ache in the best way. She felt it in every stroke of his hand through her hair, every kiss he pressed so reverently to her crown—like she were some precious thing he’d vowed —

His stammer, the soft rub of his cheek, that bashful little pause in his usually eloquent cadence—𝑠𝘩𝑒 had done that. And he wasn't even trying to hide it. If anything, he seemed… delighted. Defeated, but in the sweetest, most loving way. Her smile grew, curling at the edges like ink meeting —

The little blush he tried to hide—𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 was the moment. She felt it. Not just the warmth of his arms or the soft rhythm of his voice—but the tiny tremble in his composure, the way his chuckle turned ever so slightly shy even as he wrapped her up tighter. And gods, it made her heart 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. She had —

The wink—𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘—nearly undid her. It was scandalous. Teasing. The kind of wink that whispered promises without ever saying a word. And here she was, already flustered beyond reason, perched beside him in lace that left so little to the imagination, save for the heart beneath. She hadn’t —

Her heart fluttered, a fragile thing caught between bashfulness and bliss as his fingers brushed tenderly through her hair. The touch was so light, so careful, as though he feared waking some delicate dream—but if it 𝑤𝑎𝑠 a dream, Miyako didn’t want to wake. Not when his hand lingered at her —

His presence settled beside her like the gentle hush of twilight, and she felt it first in the quiet thrum of her pulse—how it slowed, softened, not out of fear, but comfort. The kiss to her temple lingered like the trace of starlight on still water, and though she didn’t move right away, her —

"Every now and then, we need to relax and take it slow too. Come, will you join?" (Seductive Sunday post)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. It curled through the vermilion pillars of the shrine, rustling silken sleeves and catching in strands of dark hair, streaked faintly like twilight with green moonlight. She stood at the steps, one hip cocked subtly beneath the swish of layered skirts and heavy chains, —

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 , ˎˊ˗ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ◜ 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤ𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠. ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤ #ffxivrp - #ffrp - #mvrp ㅤ

She blinked. Another cat…? She watched as the sleek black creature padded up to her, tail high, eyes curious as it sniffed at her knee. For a moment, her fear wavered—just a little. Cats were safe. Cats didn’t judge. Her trembling hand moved, hesitating in the air, unsure if she was allowed to —

Her lips parted, but no sound came. That question—those words—they cut deeper than she expected. She dropped her gaze, her shoulders trembling slightly beneath the weight of it all. “I… I think that’s the kind of life I’ve been leading,” she whispered. A breath, shaky and soft. “But I’m… I’m —

Her breath caught. The weight in the air pressed against her chest, so thick she could barely think, let alone breathe. Obsidian eyes flickered to his hidden gaze, her fingers trembling as they clutched at her sleeve. “I… I… don’t know.” Her voice cracked like thin ice. She took a tiny step —

She froze. The cat, traitorous as it was, simply flopped over, content. Miyako wasn’t so bold. Her heart tripped in her chest, breath catching as her obsidian gaze flickered up—slow, uncertain—and landed on a wall of black armor. Shadows seemed to hang heavier around him. She didn’t recognize —

The gentle hush of Shirogane’s evening drifted all around her—the soft splash of lantern-lit waters, the distant chatter of merchants closing their stalls. And yet, Miyako sat quietly by herself, knees tucked in, settled beside a crumbling stone wall where few would bother to glance. A small, —

“Stop holding me like that… I might get used to it.” Photo ©: @vieraluminis.etheirys.social #ffxivrp #gpose #gposers #wol #wolianger

||: I am currently working on a new book at the moment. I'll leave this here for anyone who wants to read it! :)

“How did I ever live without this… without you?” Photo ©: @vieraluminis.etheirys.social #ffxivrp #gpose #gposers #wol #wolianger