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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 18/06/2026

Sorry to everyone but the five or so people who have read this but this one ain't making the light of day for *reasons* haha. I do like it though!

Arkin seemed to understand his hesitation. He smiled and kissed the blushes on each of Mot's cheeks.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

Mot nodded.

"Say it for me, darling," Arkin purred. The pet name hit Mot like a bullet to the head. Darling. Darling. It took him a few moments to register what Arkin had asked of him.

"Touch me," Mot breathed.

"Do you want me to make you come?" Arkin's eyes flicked down, then back up. His fingers twitched with delicious pressure on Mot's ass.

"Yeah. Yes," Mot says. "M-make me come," he added, brave.

Arkin's voice darkened with lust. "Do you want me to take you apart, Mot?"

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 25/01/2026

Okay but when will it be "tie your catboy up" day :3 (Go read Take Me Lost! archiveofourown.org/works/619446...) [ #arkinwriting ]

Satisfied, the Exarch runs the doubled rope through the ring once, twice. He gives no warning before he pulls hard, hoisting the Warrior up onto his toes. Arkin makes another broken sound, barely able to balance himself in the precarious position. The Exarch secures the lines with a few hitches, and circles around to admire his work so far.

His Warrior is lost in his own world, eyelashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks, arms straining against his fetters. “You’re so beautiful like this,” the Exarch murmurs, unable to keep the praise to himself. Arkin’s eyes open at that, blue-green gaze hazy with pain-pleasure and unmistakable need.

“Want you…” Arkin says thickly. He struggles against the binds to get closer, but the line is already taut. The Exarch’s heart pounds against his ribs but he can barely feel it as his own body drifts forward in response. All he can hear is static as his hand reaches out, tilts Arkin’s chin, and fits their mouths together. His Warrior groans into the kiss, opens to let the Exarch tongue into him. The kiss is needy, desperate—he moves his hand to fist into Arkin’s soft hair, finally, finally—until he pulls away, breathless.

Arkin looks stricken for a moment, his vulnerability in the rope rendering every passing emotion in sharp relief. The Exarch leans back in to kiss him again, reassuring and slow. “I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes, pushing the lie of it to the corner of his mind.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 03/01/2026

From the sin eater AU I'm writing, first words for the new year. [ #arkinwriting #damocles ]

Few things in this life gave Feo Ul pause. It was in their nature to follow their curiosity, to learn secrets, to pursue whatever fancy caught their eye. But the prospect of entering the dreams—or nightmares—of a Lightwarden did make them shiver, just a little. Not enough to stop them from doing it, of course.

The King touched their sapling's forehead, closed their eyes, and let their essence slip into that other place. They didn't know exactly what to expect; man's dreams could be terribly unpredictable (which was part of the fun). But when they opened their eyes, they were greeted with… nothing. No memories, no visions, no voices or people. Nothing. It was as if the Light had entirely purified his mind, leaving behind not even the bleached remains of the person. Feo Ul's heart dropped. Perhaps they had been wrong to hope.

Yet, just like their vigil over the ceaseless waves, something compelled them to remain in the oppressive Nothing, and continue to look. They flew this way and that, searching for any bit of Something. And eventually, they found it: the faintest of threads, a tiny distortion trailing into the distance. Easier to feel than to see, really. It was just like the one Feo Ul had seen on the horizon, and just the same, they followed it to its end.

They were surprised indeed to find that it led to the Crystal Exarch.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 02/01/2026

Some Arkins (and Exarchs) I drew in the past year - I haven't drawn fan art in so long, it's been good to get back into fandom this year with y'all <3 [ #arkindrawing ]

Pen and marker drawing of Arkin sitting, relaxed, hands behind his head.

Sketch of ShB_era Arkin kissing the Exarch with hands tied behind his back.

Red mage Exarch trying to rez a bloody, unconscious paladin Arkin

Sketch of Arkin tied in a rope suspension (from the fic Take Me Lost, Make Me Found)

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 28/12/2025

Congratulations on 500, big milestone!! Here is the boyyyy

PIcture of Arkin, a black-haired Keeper white mage.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 24/12/2025

Happy Starlight Eve ✨ A little gift I made for my FC and mutuals this year. Thank you for making my year such a joy, I'm so glad we met 💙❤️

A handmade ornament depicting the Crystal Exarch standing in front of a window in the crystarium with a starry night sky outside. He's wearing a Starlight robe fashioned after his usual Exarch attire.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

Well underway on the sineater AU now. It's going well (for me, not G'raha) #arkinwriting

I shouldn't be here, he thinks.

He was never supposed to return to the Crystarium. It should have ended on Mt. Gulg, with the Exarch taking Arkin's burden and summoning himself to oblivion. He'd hesitated, up on the mountain. He knew Arkin would be hurt by his actions and he—he'd never factored remorse into his plan. He hesitated, starting his spell with less time than he'd meant to have. He'd spent too much time with Arkin, at the end, and not enough studying their enemy, and Emet-Selch had shot him in the back while he was distracted and now it is too late.

Lyna is squeezing his spoken hand and he realizes he's heaving for air. His heart hammers in his chest. He keens, doubled over in his cot. His panic draws a pair of medics to his bedside, and the three of them together try to calm the Exarch.

"It should have been me," he gasps wretchedly, unblinking vision now locked in the memory of Arkin convulsing, changing.

"Absolutely not," Lyna says, voice tight.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

full retainer gear, cig in mouth in FL was making me laugh more than it should. God he's depressed

Screenshot of Arkin sitting on a PVP-exclusive orb mount waiting for Onsal to begin, despondently smoking

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

Finally made a glam for retainer AU Arkin Sopping wet failure of a man, I love him

Gpose of Arkin in a dark green retainer outfit smoking a cigarette and looking disappointed.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

A gift, because this was too fun not to write a little something for ✨ #arkinwriting #arkinxrhun

Sweat dampens the hairs at Arkin's neck, flicking off in droplets as he parries his teacher's thin blade for the fourth—*no, fifth?*—time this session. The Thanalan sun beats down on his shoulders, aching from holding up the rapier and focus for so long. X'rhun bounces backward, unfazed by Arkin's answering riposte, but the distracting triangle of bare skin at X'rhun's throat, growing wider with every button he's undone in his own quest to battle the heat, shines with his exertion. Arkin tries to focus on the task at hand: ten successful parries in a row while weaving alternating spells—

*Jolt, Verthunder, Verfire, Veraero, Verstone, Ver…where was I? Fuck—*

X'rhun comes at him again. Arkin manages to dance away, but his concentration wavers, and his eyes once again drag themselves down to the spot where X'rhun's third button strains valiantly against taut linen, pulled over a fine dusting of white hair and sweat-slick muscle…

*Jolt… Veraero…*

Crackling aether buzzes past his ear as Arkin darts out of the path of X'rhun's Verthunder. The older mage is on him a second later, his blade a glittering line in the corner of Arkin's vision. Arkin is just as quick, sword arm flicking up instinctively to protect himself. X'rhun is bigger, though. Arkin's arm trembles against the weight of his mentor pressing downward.

X'rhun's words come hot in Arkin's ear: "You can lick it clean after you win, darling."

Arkin's eyes widen in a moment of hesitation.

It's enough. The edge of X'rhun's rapier slides against Arkin's ribcage. Shoulders slumping, Arkin takes a step backward in defeat.

"A lesson learned, I hope? Do battle with your opponent's blade, and heed not their words." Despite his stern words, a smile plays across X'rhun's lips. "Rapier and focus up. Ten parries."

"Yes, Ser."

Arkin does hope he meant it, though.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 13/11/2025

Hmm sure I'm game! Arkin/G'raha or Arkin/X'rhun if you're feeling spicy (and want to force me to come up with something 😂) Like or comment with a number 🐈‍⬛🐈 #arkinposting

A list of 30 questions about one's OTP. Pick a number between 1-30 and I'll answer it.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

Oooh I haven't done one of these yet... 1 like/1 answer and I'll go in order unless you comment something specific! [ #arkinwriting ]

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

He's attractive. He turns heads. It helps that he's also a pretty humble and helpful guy; his charisma is through the roof. I think he has some awareness of it (and he definitely fucks) but he has a lot going on so the stress of being the WoL kind of keeps his head on straight 😅 #arkinposting

Gpose of Arkin (dark haired male Miqo'te) posing with his rapier and focus drawn, looking concentrated. He's really quite attractive when he's concentrating...

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

CW: noncon So I wrote a thing based on @mochamorii.bsky.social's comic below :3c Accession, EmetExarch, 3576 words [ #kinktober #arkinwriting #emetexarch ]

AO3 tag screenshot:
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Relationship: Emet-Selch/G'raha Tia
Characters: Emet-Selch, G'raha Tia
Additional tags: Non-consensual, dubious consent, sexual coercion, Non-consensual somnophilia, orgasm edging, hand jobs, glove kink, boot worship, Non-consensual kissing, tentacles, Non-consensual bondage, dead dove: do not eat, enemies to enemies, unnamed warrior of light, begging, masturbation, dominance, ejaculate, touch-starved

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 23/09/2025

All my WoLs' houses are canon! One for each starting city. Arkin's is a farmhouse in the Shroud (though deep Shroud, not LB) that he built himself. Cass has a shared house with Epo in the Goblet that he bought when they married. And Ariana has a Mist beachhouse that reminds her of her freedom.

Arkin's handmade haven in the woods. Everything is all wood and greenery.

Interior shot of Arkin's one-room cabin. It's cozy with a fireplace, small kitchen, couches, a small bath fed from a spring, a tiny elevated sleeping area and a huge window out to the wilderness.

Interior shot of Cass and Epo's house on the day of their wedding. Guests fill the living space as they dance and revel.

Ariana's waterfront beachhouse. As an ex-pirate and ex-Garlean servant, nothing calms her more than open water and a warm breeze.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 12/09/2025

We have those in XIV! Deepeyes in Coerthas Western (and other areas). They are so weird and cute

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 21/08/2025

Yaaaayyyy Silksong in 2 weeks!!! *monkey's paw curls*

goodbye plogon horse (a joke about Mare being shut down)

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

STOP 🛑 🖐️ This is a WIP checkpoint QRP with your current WIP! It's an older sketchbook WIP but I should really finish it.... [ #arkindrawing #sineaterwol ]

Pencil drawing of a horrifed Arkin on the verge of becoming a sin eater.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

I had to try it... This one is so gooood

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 09/08/2025

Day 7: I Love You for #WoLGrahaWeek2025 (and today, #grahatiaday!) I did it, I finished Take Me Lost, Make Me Found! Enjoy not one but TWO final chapters for G'raha and his Warrior 💕 Read Chapter 8 and 9 here: archiveofourown.org/works/619446... [ #ffxivfic #shbspoilers #wolgraha #arkinwriting ]

“Why me?” G’raha whispers, though perhaps he begins to see the shape of the answer.

Arkin smiles, his hand grazing G’raha’s shoulder, trying once again to heal the hurt there. This time, G’raha focuses on relaxing.

“I could ask you the same thing. I saw you, you know. In an Echo. You spoke of giving up your life for mine. And not only your life, but your precious time spent living. Why me? I wondered. Because I’m the Warrior of Light and Darkness? A tool worth saving at any cost?”

G’raha is already shaking his head, but he stills when Arkin thumbs over the shard of crystal in his cheek, wiping the tears there.

“Will you tell me?” his Warrior asks, so close their breath mingles. G’raha’s heart hammers in his chest, and he can feel its mirror all the way in Arkin’s fingertips. They find one another’s gaze, dizzy and almost overwhelming in their shared intensity.

It was a truth G’raha had hardly let himself consider, even within the confines of his Tower, his hood and robe shed in the solitude of the small hours. He pauses, unsure of how to give voice to it.

“It was the memory of you at first,” he begins slowly, “of our short time together. Those memories warmed me when little else could. And then, as the years passed… it was the myth of you. From what few scraps I had gathered before I arrived on the First.” The words come faster now, tumbling out of him. “Accounts spoke of your strength, aye, but even more of your boundless kindness, and I pinned my hopes on meeting that man once more before my end. But from the moment you let me into your room that night… the way you opened your heart for me, I—” The admission bubbles up, spills over. “‘Twas because I fell in love with you, over and over and over.”

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 07/08/2025

25 games to get to know me. Starts and ends with Final Fantasy but there's a lot I'm fond of in here. Lots of good memories.❤️

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 06/08/2025

Day 6: First Kiss I'd love to make this into a comic when I have a moment... From Take Me Lost, Make Me Found on ao3 archiveofourown.org/works/619446... [ #WoLGrahaWeek2025 #wolexarch #ffxivfic #arkinwriting ]

Eventually, the other man rises. “You should rest now,” he says, and begins to turn. Arkin reaches a hand out, tangles his calloused fingers with the Exarch’s flesh ones.

“Wait,” he whispers. The Exarch does.

Entranced, Arkin raises his other hand, finds the collar of the Exarch’s robes, tugs him downward. Somehow, the other man doesn’t resist, just as caught in the moment.

“Just—” Arkin squeezes his eyes shut. “I won’t try to look. Just… please,” he manages, and closes the distance between them with a strangled sound.

Their kiss is brief, if not quite chaste. Unexpectedly, the Exarch gives as much as he takes, though he pulls back first, mouth glistening, and it’s all Arkin can do not to draw him down a second time.

“I—” The Exarch shakes his head as if to clear it.

Arkin’s heart sinks, and he flushes in shame. “I know I shouldn’t,” he stares down at his hands. “We shouldn’t. I’ll… I’ll rest now,” he says.

*Please don’t tell me I can’t have this.*

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 05/08/2025

#WoLGrahaWeek2025 Day 3: Job Swap Rez mage G'raha and Paladin Arkin 🩸 Works for Hurt too! Love a little blood magic Verraise~ [ cw: blood #arkindrawing #wolexarch #ffxivart ]

Drawing of the Exarch trying to revive a dying and bloody Arkin. The Exarch is holding a rapier, and an Allagan-styled focus floats next to him while he casts Verraise. Arkin is in Neo-Ishgardian fending gear and unconscious on the ground with sword and shield fallen beside him. G'raha is saying "No, no, no, no..."

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

Day 2 of #WoLGrahaWeek2025 - Comfort/Hurt I have a migraine today, so have some excerpts from the #wolexarch fic I've been writing this year 😘 Read Take Me Lost, Make Me Found here: archiveofourown.org/works/619446... [ #arkinwriting #ffxivwriting #ffxivfic #wolgrahaweek #shbspoilers ]

“May I touch you?”

“Please,” Arkin breathes.

The mage loosens the leather cords that secure Arkin’s laced chestwrap just above his tail, and the covering falls lightly into his lap, exposing the tanned curve of his back and shoulders to the lamplight. He feels the cool touch of crystalline fingertips on his spine, and can’t help the gasp sucked between his teeth.

A moment later, hands grasp each of Arkin’s wrists, one cool, one warm. The Exarch’s low voice in his ear: “Let me take care of you,” and his arms are gently pulled behind and up so his palms are resting on each forearm, wrists pressed together. The hands lift, and he stays posed obediently as he hears the soft slap of the unfurled ends tossed against the stone floor. Touch returns with the scrape of jute coiling around his wrists, and the rough twist of the first knot, practiced fingers working swiftly.

Arkin knows well the coarseness of his rope, even as well-used as it is. But the feeling of another body so close—arm wrapped around him from behind, pulling cords taut across his broad chest, cloth and crystallized muscle pressing into his back and then abruptly leaning away to secure a hitch before reaching back in—is entirely new. Arkin is so used to tugging his own strings in this play, of being both the puppet and puppeteer, that the absence of one role, and presence of a new actor, renders him lightheaded, almost faint.

The Exarch is embracing him again as he holds the line taut against Arkin’s bare skin, and he deftly ties the second rope to the first, tucking the knot under his ribs. Forward and back, subtly pulling the Warrior this way and that as he finally secures the last knot in the harness and then—ah—one last strong tug and the whole pattern tightens and locks, from wrists to ink-darkened biceps to the long bands criss-crossing collar, sternum and ribs.

The river of Arkin’s thoughts slows, then stills; like a midwinter night after snow, everything falls silent, heavy, blanketed.

“My world will have no need for heroes,” the Ancient is telling him, but Arkin knows that’s not true. He continues pushing forward, the pounding of his head ever more insistent…

He’s in a dark place. The angry lines of Emet-Selch’s mask are all that he can see. Something on the floor reflects the reddish glow from the mask. From the darkness comes a quiet groan. That voice…

His heart pounds.

“I’d sooner die than give you what you want,” G’raha Tia says weakly, from somewhere below Arkin. Emet-Selch clicks his tongue.

“Yes, well, that is why I paralyzed you. It matters not. I have millennia to wait, and you have… well, however long it takes for that crystal of yours to finish its work. Your connection to the Tower will work against you now, heir of Allag.”

Arkin can just make out the outline of G’raha, slumped on the floor. His breath hitches, and his chest tightens. He crouches down, and realizes the floor is smeared with what must be G’raha’s blood.

“Arkin will stop you long before I—” G’raha is cut off with a choked cough as Emet-Selch presses the toe of his boot against his neck.

“Your Warrior is very nearly an eater now, and my thanks to you for arranging it,” the Ascian replies, bending close.

Arkin’s wrath is so dizzying he nearly blacks out. Get the fuck away from him, he wants to scream, nearly feral with the urge to wrap his hands around Emet-Selch’s throat and squeeze and squeeze until—

Something shatters, and then expands.

Arkin realizes in that moment that the Light has won.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

A little something for WoLGrahaWeek! It's my first time being in fandom for something like this, I'm so excited to contribute ✨ Day 1: First Meeting / Introducing Friends and Family [ #wolgrahaweek2025 #ffxivwriting #arkinwriting #wolgraha ]

How did I ever imagine I could outsmart him in his own woods? G’raha shakes his head, feeling a flush of embarrassment with the hazy memory. He’d been nestled up in an ancient oak, imagining himself perfectly hidden in the midst of Odin’s domain as the Warrior’s ears flicked up toward the sound of his voice. He remembers that Arkin hadn’t looked up; no, he’d allowed G’raha more dignity than he deserved for that little stunt.

He’s so wrapped up in his ragged old thoughts that he misses the root snaking across his path entirely, the toe of his boot catching and making him stumble and spill out into the dirt. A pained grunt escapes him.

Arkin turns back with a surprised huff. bending to help G’raha up. He inspects the heels of G’raha’s palms for scuffs, thumbing over the welling cuts with an effortless touch of aether. He doesn’t even require spellwords here, G’raha thinks; the forest no doubt remembers its wayward prince and bends to his will.

“My apologies, Raha. Should we slow our pace?” His voice is quiet, pitched low under his emerald hood.

“No. My attention wandered, is all. How much further to your village?”

Arkin’s eyes dart between G’raha and the woods, estimating. “Another half-sun’s walk or so. But no one is expecting us. We can stop to rest if you like.”

G’raha knows Arkin would rather keep moving. Despite his familiarity with the route and his command of the Elementals, Arkin had been nervous to make this journey at all. His title made him a target, he had explained back in Gridania, and though he had no fear for his own safety or G’raha’s, he didn’t wish to bring that scrutiny upon his village, or his mother. So they wear hooded cloaks to conceal their faces, ears and tails, and move furtively at dawn and dusk, often straying from the footpaths through wilds Arkin knows from his own untamed boyhood. They’d passed nary a soul since the start of their sennight-long journey, thanks to his companion’s skillful shepherding.

Along the way, G’raha had been introduced to other denizens of Arkin’s past: the moss-filled grotto he spent sleepless muggy nights in while bow-hunting for antelope; a brook he’d oft used as a landmark, one of many that marked his once-a-moon trek between the remote village and Buscarron’s Druthers to sell textiles woven by his aunts and cousins; and further out, the grove where he’d first met an Elemental, though Arkin said he didn’t know what it was at the time. To G’raha’s ears, the stories sound idyllic, if a bit lonely. His own childhood had been spent mostly in the company of fellow students, though he supposes he spent enough time absorbed in storybooks. Reading fairytales versus living them; it has been a while since G’raha felt that pang of envy for the Warrior’s life experiences.

G’raha shakes his thoughts free. “Let’s keep on,” he says, rising to his feet.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

Finally figured this out for myself. Combo of visuals, magic/curses, charming but serious personality, smart but reckless... [ #arkinposting ]

WoL inspo chart. Center picture is of Arkin and the surrounding pictures are characters that influence his character. Clockwise from top left: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto), Ashitaka (Mononoke Hime), Westley (The Princess Bride), Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist), Van Fanel (Escaflowne).

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 29/07/2025

My WoL is Arkin, he's a catboy from the Shroud who loves nothing more than being on the road (and G'raha). In fandom I'm an artist and writer going by chickadddddd (Chicka) on ao3 and elsewhere; by day I make games ✨

Gpose of Arkin showing off his Field Commander coat in the Wolves' Den.

Gpose of Arkin in gym clothes, running on a treadmill in S9.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 28/07/2025

Praise for being the Warrior is received with a smile on his face and the knowledge it's his duty to be a vessel for people's gratitude. Praise for being himself is entirely a different thing. Very welcome but rare in his experience. [ #arkinwriting #arkinposting ]

Text reads:
*I almost preferred when no one knew*, he thinks ruefully, but his time in Ishgard, Doma and Ala Mhigo taught him long ago that this is part of his work as an itinerant hero. So he smiles and inclines his head, accepting the people’s praise, all the while replaying the scene from his morning over and over.

*Tonight,* he repeats to himself, feeling his face heat. Just then he’s stopped by an elderly Hume woman who wishes to thank him for allowing her to enjoy the night sky with her grandchildren. Her eyes crinkle up in the corners as she speaks. He does his best to listen, to reply “It’s my pleasure, madam” with measured earnestness. He lets her hold his hand in hers, patting it while wishing him all the happiness in the world.

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Still foggy, Arkin isn’t ready to speak, but the Exarch doesn’t seem in any rush. He leads Arkin to the bed, and they sit together on the edge, pressed close, still holding hands.

“You did so well,” the Exarch says, and it feels so *strange* to be praised for this—not for defeating primals, nor saving lives, nor being Warrior or Weapon—but for being merely his smallest self.

“Thank you,” he replies, hoarse, though he is not responding to the praise, exactly. “Thank you.” He feels the Exarch’s smile more than sees it.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 24/07/2025

Did this a few weeks back, but here's my #artfight attack for @voxcyde.bsky.social of their boy X'sena! get rekt catboy [ #arkindraws #ffxivart #teamfossil ]

X'sena (male miqo'te with purple-and-white hair and tail and tufts on his ears), tied shibari-style with red rope in a strappado, wearing a red-and-gold flap of fabric that just barely preserves his dignity. He looks pissed.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

"You've been so good for me, love." Thank you so much @nephiam.art for the gorgeous gorgeous artwork of my boy getting absolutely ✨wrecked✨ Still a top!Exarch truther account here 🙂‍↕️ [ #arkinposting #ffxivart ]

Art (head and shoulders) of Arkin getting absolutely wrecked by the Exarch, whose hands are visible in the shot. Arkin is drooling slightly, with a huge blush and tears in his eyes and a few love marks on his neck. There's the tiniest bit of rope visible in the shot too!

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 08/07/2025

Not colour, but style yes! He had original spiky hair through the end of EW, long hair (with ponytail) in post-EW [which I hc was around a year], and then fluffy cut from Dawntrail on (technically without the beads but I didn't bother finding a mod for it til recently).

Arkin with front bangs grown out and parted more in the middle, and a ponytail in the back (not visible)

Arkin with his current fluffy-spiky combo, more rounded cut overall and suited to his personality

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 08/07/2025

Made a Crystal Tower-themed bath in my apartment for no reason at all 😇 [ #ffxivhousing #arkinposting ]

Screenshot of a bath constructed from blue crystal and marble with gold filigree, built in an FFXIV apartment space. The back of the bath features a throne-like seating area which Arkin is lounging on in a revealing outfit.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 02/07/2025

Bit of a longer #wipwednesday today. I wrote 4k words last month for the last chapter of Take Me Lost, but I think it's only about half done, so hopefully this suffices as a nice preview! [ #arkinwriting #ffxivfic #wolgraha #shadowbringers ]

“Yes,” G’raha says immediately. “Please.” There is little more than Arkin’s hands on him that he wants at this moment. “I don’t think you’ve healed me since…” he frowns, the memory hazy and sluggish to bring to mind. “Since we battled together in the World of Darkness?”

“That’s right. I’ve learned quite a bit since then.” Arkin places a hand on G’raha’s side, feather-light. With his other he strokes through G’raha’s hair.

Afflatus Solace, he murmurs. G’raha watches as the mist from the baths condenses around the aether being pulled into his body, forming the shape of a lily for a few brief moments before scattering. He feels something shift inside him, too, like tension releasing that he didn’t know he’d been holding. Arkin moves into a half embrace, stretching his palm wide across the small of G’raha’s back. He leans in close, kisses G’raha’s forehead and whispers the same words against his damp skin. It sends tingles up G’raha’s spine. He lets out a shaky breath. All the while, Arkin continues running slow fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his eyes.

“It—it’s been a very long time since someone has touched me like this,” G’raha says quietly.

“I’ll keep going as long as you like,” Arkin replies. He traces G’raha’s jaw. “You’ve a bruise here,” he murmurs, his thumb trailing warm aether in its wake. “And here,” Arkin’s touch moving to his collarbone, his chest, the bend of his knee. He tends to every cut, every contusion, every small hurt, bringing soothing aether to each spot. If he weren’t the Warrior of Light, he’d likely tire, but his work seems not to affect him at all.

“Now, let’s see how we did,” Arkin says finally, unclasping the bandage clips near G’raha’s tail. Slowly, slowly, he unwinds the bloodied fabric until at last it falls wholly into his hands. He tosses it over the edge of the bath.

G’raha looks down at himself, his skin unmarred but for his own self-inflicted damage, of course, carving its jagged lazurite path down his side and over his hip and thigh. “There are no scars at all,” he says. “I don’t even know where the incisions were.”

“There was just one, here.” Arkin touches the spot, just under G’raha’s ribs at his side. “Crystal had already enveloped your original wound. The medics did what they could to clean up the rest of the damage. You needed blood, and your shoulder had to be set so it could heal properly. Mm, speaking of…”

Arkin holds out his hand to help G’raha into the water. G’raha eases himself down to sitting, finally able to immerse himself up to his shoulders with a sigh of relief. He even undoes his braid, letting the tips of his hair get wet, though the air is so humid now it hardly makes a difference.

Arkin, too, sinks down into the pool, shifting so his chest is at G’raha’s back. His wet fingers slide over G’raha’s crystal shoulder, over the place where—

The red glow of a mask slashing through the darkness.

A boot on his shoulder, breaking him. On his throat, suffocating him.

His Warrior, porcelain-and-gold, feral, hungry, staring right at him—

G’raha flinches away from Arkin’s hand and shudders, curling in on himself.

“G’raha?”

“I—I am fine.”

“G’raha…” Arkin’s voice is shaded by reproach. “You promised me. No more secrets.”

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 24/06/2025

BIRTHDAY PVP COAT!! I had 1 win left for the Seal Rock achievement and I asked the team to help me win for my birthday, and they fuckin came through let's gooooo!!! (Also everyone was really hype to help haha 🔥)

Gpose of Arkin (male miqo) posing with a cocky look and wearing the Field Commander's coat, an achievement item you get for 100 Seal Rock (Frontline) wins. I've been working on getting this for many many months.

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 23/06/2025

Aaaaaahhh please look at my beautiful blorbo 🥺 Commissioned by my bestie @epomipo.bsky.social from @zanarkands.bsky.social for my birthday (which is today!) Thank you thank you, I love him so much...

Gorgeous artwork of a bust of Arkin as painted by Isa!

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

Chapter 7 of Take Me Lost, Make Me Found is live! It's G'raha's turn in the blender 😈 But we're in the home stretch now! archiveofourown.org/works/619446... [ #ffxivfanfic #shadowbringers #shbspoilers #wolexarch #wolgraha #arkinwriting ]

Screenshot of AO3 entry for Take Me Lost, Make Me Found.

Summary:
“Something in G’raha stirs. He wants to hook his fingers under that knot and pull, see the Warrior’s eyes slide shut and his mouth open. He wants to erase this awful weight; wants the only fate Arkin feels the tug of to be the one right before them, narrowed to this moment.

Or: The Warrior of Light knows how to tie himself up. After enduring a century of longing, the Crystal Exarch knows too.

Or, an indulgent smutfic-turned-loving-depiction of the end of Shadowbringers, because if there's two things I love, it's rope and putting catboys in Situations.”

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light, Ardbert & Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Male Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), White Mage Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Red Mage Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Patch 5.0: Shadowbringers Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Light Poisoning (Final Fantasy XIV), Vomiting Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Canon-Typical Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Top G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Bottom Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), (Top and bottom are vibes though), Rope Bondage, Subspace, Service Top, Masturbation, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Body Horror, Minor Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV)

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

I really think you'd get a kick out of Dion from FFXVI (and his canon boyfriend/second-in-command Terence)!

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 25/05/2025

Arkin would definitely send Asteria a /dote or politely kiss her hand! She deserves all the nice things~

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Arkin [DT 7.5] @arkinfluffson.bsky.social · 22/05/2025

What's a little obsession between enemies? (CW bodily injury) #wipwednesday (a day late shh) [ #ffxivfic #arkinwriting ]

$On his way to you? Myself, more like,” he says with a smirk entirely unbefitting of his circumstances. This impulsive streak will be the death of me, won’t it? The taunt seems to get a rise out of Emet-Selch, though. The Ascian presses his boot roughly into the Exarch’s shoulder, hard enough that he can feel the joint shift uncomfortably. The red of Emet-Selch’s conjured mask burns angry afterimages into the Exarch’s vision. “Oh, my dear Exarch. He didn’t even so much as mention you. There’s naught but bloodlust left in your Warrior.” The words ought to sting, but they only serve to make the Exarch more sure. “I understand now,” he says slowly. “You watch him too. You’re just like me, aren’t you? Well, not quite. My Warrior will never return your attention, whether he turns or no—” The Exarch howls as Emet-Selch slams his heel down at the juncture between skin and crystal. A crack rings high and clear through the air as he feels a fracture spider down his arm from shoulder to elbow. “Touched a nerve, did I?” he presses through clenched teeth.$

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