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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

its zurvan!!! annd he died in 2 mins lol but sophia and sephirot kicked my ass

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

this is soooo cool!! no EU DC option yet so I put secret :3c link below! #v_postercard #FF14キャラクターカード

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I think these choices should tell you a lot about my tastes lmao link if you wanna make one yourself: mytop9books.com

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

@reversebeartrap.bsky.social made this beautiful art for my bd. nsfw bc of zenos' big honkers. cucksahi is beautiful too <3

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I keep finding old gem's in my drive #🖌

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I got no bd art this time so here's an old one

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I got assorted desserts instead of cake for my bd ☺️

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I've finished making the Mini Last Stand cafe in Gogh! I'll have it open during my working hours on Thursday/Friday during: 10:00 am - 6:00 pm GMT+3 3:00 am - 11:00 am EST 4:00 pm - 12:00am JST code below! #goghgame

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

warm-up rkgk #🖌 shh I didn't forget his mask, he just misplaced it

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

"Coffee for you."

"Oh."

Asahi gave a small nod towards Aro, barely acknowledging him.

"Wow. You could at least say a thank you." Aro said as he put down the cup in front of him. Asahi rolled his eyes and mouthed a silent sarcastic "thank you" before going back to talking to Zenos about whatever it was they were talking about.

Well, more like talking at him, the former Prince seemed to be barely paying attention.

The usual state of affairs.

Aro sat a little further away, grabbing a book and settling down. He couldn't hear them from this distance, so whenever he got distracted, his eyes drifted towards the two, watching the inaudible one-sided exchange.

After a couple of pages, Aro took a break. His gaze once again landing on the pair. Asahi seemed to be explaining something using his tomestone, he had the faintest smile on his face too.

Something panged in Aro's chest just then, recalling all the moments he'd share something with the man back when they were kids. And, perhaps by the affect of resurfacing habits, he had started showing anything interesting he'd picked up in his travels to Asahi, under a guise of showing off and coated with a heavy layer of nonchalance, of course. It'd earn him a sarcastic woah at best, or a blank stare of disinterest at worst.

But even then, those reactions were something— unlike Zenos' genuine lack of reciprocity. Was it not crushing, to earn such little for your earnest persistence? Surely you'd stop after so many tries, both for your own dignity and respect for the other's simple disinterest.

Aro looked down for a moment, creasing his brows at the sudden onset of these vague feelings clawing at his heart.

And just then, when he looked back at them at the corner of his eye, what he feared struck him upside the head heavier than any blow in battle.

Asahi's smile made his heart ache just the same way it did when he first realized he liked him all those years ago.

After all the betrayals, the insincerity, to feel warmth towards one such as he… Aro cursed his heart for daring to cling to such foolish nostalgia.

But he couldn't help it. He wanted to be smiled at like that again one day. A notion just as futile as getting Zenos to do something similar in effort towards Asahi.

His head felt as if it were getting heavier by the minute, muddled by intruding thoughts that made the cloud inside him grow bigger. He got up from his chair to leave before it all got too heavy, and chuckled silently at the irony of it all.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Day 18: Reason CW: Dubcon | WoL/Jullus | Canon-divergent timeline | 782 words #ffxivwrite

Jullus sighed as he hung up his snow-speckled coat on the hanger nearby the entrance of his quarters. Today was another productive but exhuasting day, even the twins had seemed out of it by the end of their volunteering hours.

He smiled to himself, thankful to have their continual support.

When a creaking sound came from within the dark room though, he quickly switched from relaxed to on-alert at the drop of a needle, his hand going to his gunblade as he scanned the surrounds and spotted a silohette near the couch.

With years of battle experience despite his young age, he stealthly moved towards the figure and pressed his blade against the intruders neck.

"Name yourself!"

"W-woah there! Its me, Jullus!" A familiar albeit panicked voice called out.

"Aro?" The Garlean sighed in relief, putting his weapon away. "You startled me. Why and how are you here?"

"Emet told me to personally deliver this letter to you." Aro handed him the envelope. "Also, I guess you forgot you gave me spare keys 'in case anything happens,'" he jingled the spares in his other hand.

Jullus' brows rose. That's right— he had totally forgotten that he gave spares to the Warrior of Light in case anything were to happen to him. After his superior's death and the betrayal of their former crown Prince, Jullus had a hard time trusting anyone as readily as he did before.

And while he held a tiny bit of skepticism for Aro too when it came to personal matters, if it came down to it, he was still the most reliable person Jullus could confide in right now.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Aro asked, turning around on the couch to face Jullus better.

"Ah, right."

The young Garlean gingerly opened the envelope and unfurled the letter. "Oh… huh. Certainly not what I was expecting." Jullus murmured.

Aro sat patiently for him to explain.

"He's nominating me as one of the forefront leaders for the new governing system that's being worked on. An endorsement from the former Emperor… it would've been an amazing advantage not so long ago."

"You're worried that revealing the royal family involvement will make your position worse?"

"No, not that. Believe it or not, we still have active royalists… mostly among older folk." Jullus chuckled bitterly as he sat down next to Aro. He exhaled deepily and continued.

"No, my worry is -regardless of my acceptance on this particular matter- I'm still apprehensive about your plan to make Emperor S… Emet-Selch's involvement the founding of our nation public information."

He looked into the Miqo'te's eyes, pleading, almost. "Would you not grant us more time? Such a burden of truth could exhaust the mind's of our already bodily-weary countrymen… to the point of no recovery, I fear."

Aro's smile had dropped halfway. He gazed back at Jullus with a stern look.

At times, Jullus thought, this man could be as cold as the climes of their mutual home.

"We have no stable form of government, the former senators are either dead or trying to take advantage of the situation for their own gains-"

"Not all of them-"

"Most of them," Aro interjected, "which means we must weed out any seeds of former corruption of our nation 'ere they gain back control. We will give the people the cold hard truth— and they'll be shaken up, sure… but they'll pull through. They always have. And they'll be stronger for it."

Jullus exhaled deeply through his nose. He still didn't agree with this plan, especially now that he was seeing how cutthroat Aro was being about it.

"Do you have another reason as to why you're doing this so brazenly?"

An uncomfortable silence passed between them before Aro shifted towards Jullus, his chin resting on the man's shoulder while his hand crept on the other side, his fingers tapping playfully along the man's skin.

"I may have one. But I cannot reveal it to you yet."

Jullus's skepticsm only grew. He averted his eyes, turning his face away but otherwise making no attempt to flee Aro's closeness.

"Has anyone told you that you're a stubborn hardass?" Jullus whispered, turning his face towards the Miqo'te's direction ever so slightly.

Aro didn't let the opportunity slip him by, he planted a kiss on the man's lips, quickly deepening it, making it as rough as the words he spoke. Jullus tried to push back but soon he was melting into the embrace, too tired to fight back. When Aro pulled away, he pet Jullus' frazzled hair, looking at him with an expression one would make at a sweet child.

"They have." Aro whispered. "More than you'll ever know."

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

I'm gonna go out and exercise for a bit, can you guys look after these dummies for a bit?

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Day 11: Oblivion Don't mind me working backwards lol | Gen | Elidibus | Ambiguous timeline | 275 words #ffxivwrite

The quiet hum of the existing realities outside the Void penetrated the thin veil that separated this place from the next.

If matter and energies existed here, could exist here, was it true oblivion? Or was it oblivion simply because it was the primordial space between the material planes of tangible abundance? Elidibus pondered such thoughts as he looked at what was seemingly a horizon of this space.

He was not one to be in a contemplative mood, this duty to his people and Zodiark requiring him to be ever on the move. There was no merit into expending valuable time into this space that the Ascian's had retreated to, their safe haven, of sorts.

Yet Elidibus could not help but think about the nature of the Void, a habit of his scholarly pursuits of a past life long gone, perhaps. Were they the first to use this space in this way? What was beyond that glowing, unnatural horizon that defied all their understandings of current aetherology?

Something ached within him, a faded memory of someone who'd go to that horizon without looking back the moment such thoughts sprung to their mind. As if on instinct, the memory compelled him him to take a step forward towards that mysterious horizon.

His eye twitched, and he suppressed the ambiguous feelings rising within him. He looked down at his hand. Mere moments before, he was wearing flesh not of his own before discarding it unceremoniously to retreat back here. Soon enough, he'd forget the life he lived in that body, casting all of its memories and feelings here, into the all-consuming nothingness of his kin's longest home.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Day 14: Against the Grain | Gen | Pre-ARR | Father-son slice of life archiveofourown.org/works/92646881 #ffxivwrite

Unlike most children his age, Arodaeus had attained his official state rank at the mere age of 10 summers.

It was during the year before he could formally enrol into the Academy's. They were nights filled with writing page after page tirelessly under a ceruleum lamp to gain the title of "cen". Occasionally, Caeso peered into the room, the bedroom door every-slightly ajar at all times out of Aro's habit.

"You needn't apply this winter, you know." His adoptive-father had said during dinner— said dinnertime reduced to merely a small break between Aro's rigorous schedule. The bittersweet smile his guardian wore hid the worry that Aro knew the man carried.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Day 4: Surge | Canon-Divergent Timeline | Wol/Zenos | 598 words #ffxivwrite

Zenos blinked blankly at Aro's grin. Most of the times, he did not understand his friend's fascination with the mundane, this was one of those moments.

Aro was currently tinkering with a gadget from Solution Nine, a seemingly multi-functional tool powered by electrope. Sensing that he wouldn't get his friend's attention any time soon, Zenos sat near the table across him.

It was a little late that he learnt his patience and tolerance would usually reward him when it came to Aro, but it was better late than never, as per the words of his dear friend.

His eyes landed on the Miqo'te's dexterous fingers, turning the device this way and that as he pushed buttons and inputted commands on its screen. For all the battling Aro's done with his long-time greatsword, his fingers were barely calloused. In fact, they had little to no scars upon them. Indeed, the man placed great importance on his looks and his body, so much so that he probably took great measures to maintain his appearance in and outside of battle.

Zenos would usually scoff at such superficiality; but he'd be a hypocrite if he claimed that he didn't care a single whit about his looks either. His long hair and lightly pencilled eyes proved as much; neither were practical attributes for battle, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to completely let go of those parts of himself either.

He continued eyeing Aro's hands, his mind wandering as he pictured those clawed tips of his nails running along his jaw, the same fingers wrapping around his neck and squeezing tight enough to block air making its way up to his brain. He wanted the attention, the hate, the passion, all directed at him, all channelled through those very same fingers that were fidgeting with a hunk of metal instead of-

"Ah!"

The man's exclamation dispelled Zenos' daydream. Aro brought his hand close, blowing on his index finger. "Must've short-circuited it somehow." He mumbled.

Zenos leaned forward, taking Aro's hand and examining it. The Miqo'te blinked at the uncharacteristic concern— or perhaps it'd be more apt to describe it as curiosity— since Zenos displayed no sense of urgency.

There was a slight reddish hint of a burn on the tips of two of his fingers; nothing too serious.

But even so, there was a pang of irritation. Were he to possess the ability to wield magicks naturally, Zenos would not hesitate to heal his beloved friend in this instance.

"You'll live." He said flatly as he let go. Aro snickered, unsure whether Zenos was being sarcastic or genuine.

"Yeah…"

Then, with a slow blink, Zenos leisurely stood up, heading towards the door. "I'm going outside for a while."

"Oh. I-" Aro started, but paused as Zenos' piercing gaze landed on him. He wanted to go, he wanted to walk beside him, look at the shops and sights of Solution Nine together. For years he yearned to be the one beside Zenos, his protector and his confidant.

Then why was even asking to spend time with the man so daunting still?

For a man confident in everything the world could throw at him, the prospect of being honest with Zenos drove him to depths of cowardice he has never known.

He hated it, and knew Zenos did too. For it was the one thing his mirror could not stand… was it not?

"I'll join you next time."

Zenos tilted his head, observing Aro for a while. The moment seemed to last for an eternity before Zenos replied.

"I look forward to it."

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Day 3: Echelon CW: horror, dark and disturbing themes I wanted to write a younger, more inexperienced Exarch going through it :) #ffxivwrite | (Slight) Emet/Exarch | 726 words ellipsus.com/read/6htZ99o...

It took everything in him to not scream out in horror at the sight he was peering through a half-open door.

When one made sense of the mess of limbs inside the dimly lit room, each blink seared a new horrid visual into the Exarch's eyes.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

Day 2: Register Honestly I don't know if this one makes enough sense but I wanted to play around with the idea that Hypnos is responsible for mankind's surreality in dreams. #ffxivwrite | Gen | Azem, Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch | 1113 words

Piles and piles of records and crystals sat upon the Chief of the Bureau's -usually neat- desk. The white citizen's mask concealed his furrowed brows as he sifted through notes and documents. How, how could he have misplaced that submission of all things? It was rare that his eccentric friend would submit anything, let alone something so thought-out and complex as this.

"A sort of medicine." Hypnos' voice echoed in Hythlodaeus' mind as he recalled their conversation.

"And how is this different from your sleep potion?"

"That one was a far more primitive recipe; a simple relaxation drink. Now this—" he bent down to procure his cup of tea, its vessel quite elegant and adorned with silver accents. The liquid was quite peculiar too; dark, unlike the usual teas Hypnos preferred. Its shimmering waves fluttered to the surface in a trance-like pattern. "This brew is imbued with slight hallucinogenics."

The fluffy haired Amaurotine waited a bit for Hythlodaeus' reaction and then laughed at the bewildered expression worn by his nigh-unflappable friend.

"But that's a tightly controlled substance!—" They both blurted out in unison, Hypnos guessing his friend's next words with glee.

"I know, I know. But let me explain…" He took a sip of the tea, making Hythlodaeus raise his brows. "It won't affect you while you're awake unlike my previous potion. I altered the substance to take effect only whilst your body is asleep. So… no accidental spells that burn your house down or familiars that beg for death upon unwanted creation."

"That's one way to put it…" Hythlodaeus sighed in relief. "There are a couple of us with very active imaginations, as I'm sure you're aware."

"Oh, I'm aware." Hypnos smiled, relaxing into his chair.

Hythlodaeus took the cup and peered into the strange concoction's seemingly endless depths. "You called it a medicine, what exactly does it do, then?"

The man sat across him leaned back and crossed his legs, idly playing with his long locks as he replied, "Simply put, it alters your dream structure. We still don't know why we dream exactly, no? Past hurts, worries, unsolvable problems appearing from deep within our subconscious while we slumber… some say they prepare you for the problems of the waking world! But its still a hypothesis." Hythlodaeus listened closely as Hypnos continued. "I aim to go along with that hypothesis to truly try and give meaning to our struggles whilst we are at our most vulnerable."

He proudly smirked as he made a flourish with his hand. "This tea will make you forget around nine-five percent of your dreams, instead of our usual forty percent. So, you'll wake up forgetting about your dreams but retain valuable experiences deep within your mind, ready to access automatically if the need arises."

The lavender haired Ancient slowly pieced together what Hypnos was trying to accomplish. "So, instead of a cohesively paced narrative, it'll be a night's worth of disjointed battle of scenes which we'll forget most of?" He chuckled inwardly. "I'm not sure if this unorthodox therapeutic angle you're going for will pass, my friend. But the sleep-only activation will likely pass the first round of restrictions of my Bureau, at least."

Hypnos beamed at the last sentiment, slowly getting up from his seat. "Trust me, I wouldn't have made a formal submission unless I knew this was worth it!"

"Oh come now, I've streamlined the process as much as I could. Its leaps and bound better from the time of the previous Chief,"

"Still far too many steps…"

"Hah, you are harder to please than Hades at times!~"

He had checked everywhere at this point. The sun had already set and the feeling in his stomach got worse and worse as he remembered Hypnos mentioning only having one copy of the concept.

A knock echoed through his half-open door, the voice of one of the newer staff member's called out to him. "Chief, its been quite a while, and everyone has left…"

He exhaled deeply, not putting much hope while he imposed a question to the young one, "You haven't happened to notice a concept for a beverage of sorts, have you?"

"Oh! I don't know about that but Emet-Selch did leave with a concept in hand the other day while you were off-duty."

He slumped against the wall, feeling quite stupid. "Really now…"

A sigh of relief escaped the tired Ancient's lips when he saw Emet-Selch sat down in their living room, tinkering with Hypnos' concept. "Thank creation… I thought I had misplaced that."

He regarded Hythlodaeus with a subtle understanding nod, exhaling a similar tired sigh that of his friend's. "This would've been rejected ere it even reached Emmerololth's laboratory's front door after your approval. Their guidelines are strict, even moreso than yours." He turned the concept crystal in his hand, regarding it with scrutiny and something else.

"The idiot was so fixated on one hypothesis for our dreams that he forgot something important."

Hythlodaeus tilted his head in question. He sat down next to Emet-Selch to observe his work closer. "What would that be?"

"Pleasant dreams are worth remembering. Even if they don't teach us much, they have value in making us wake up with inspiration and hope for the new day."

"Oh… my, Hades. Do you have any idea how romantic that just sounded?" Hythlodaeus chuckled.

"Tch." Emet-Selch rolled his eyes, his gaze landing back on the crystal, avoiding Hythlodaeus' mischievous grin. "If I can reduce the hallucinogens to a more acceptable degree whilst maintaining the original affects for Azem's intended dreams, it'll have a higher chance of being accepted not only by Emmerololth, but by the populace as well." He tapped his fingers on the dark wood of the table. "I just need to work out a formula for a redirection spell… then I'll give a copy of the modifications to that muttonhead."

Hythlodaeus eyed Emet-Selch for a while, watching as he noted down possible avenues of spell formulae and additional ingredients. So completely absorbed in his work- no, his brother's work. He smiled, holding back jabs and jokes on how worried he got for the tiniest things when it came to Hypnos.

That must be what having siblings is like, he thought as he walked to the kitchen to make tea for both of them, his aether far too frayed for creation magicks after a tiring day, even for a simple drink.

In the end, Hypnos submitted both the modified version and original. Somehow, both passed to be tested in Emmerololth's office, with many volunteer's willing to try out the peculiar sleepy-time cocktail to engage in a new form of dreams unbeknownst to mankind until that moment.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

Day 1: Key | Pre-ARR | Gen | Aro & Asahi | 530 words #ffxivwrite

"Hurry it up-"

"Think you can do better? If you keep stressing me out we'll be out here longer so shut your mouth—"

Arodaeus clicked his tongue at his sharp-tongued classmate but offered no rebuttal. Asahi was indeed better at unlocking doors than he was, even ones with a security panel with no traditional lock systems.

What made him nervous was Asahi that had started brute-forcing the security system, which would set off the whole alarm system of the school if they didn't bypass the lock in a couple of minutes.

I could just make a run for it. Sod the grades and let him take the blame for the alarms.

He contemplated that thought for a while watching a sweat drip down Asahi's brow, that ever-present scowl on the Doman's face deepening. If he is to run, he has to do it now—

"Done." Asahi sighed, straightening from his hunched position.

Arodaeus blinked, feeling slightly guilty for his earlier thoughts of escape.

"Good. Let's just hope we don't have to decrypt anything else inside," He said holding the small storage device in his hands.

They moved to the computer used by their teachers. Arodaeus thought it a boon that he was able to attend such a high-tech institution despite not being a pureblood, until now.

"If only our reports were pen and paper… we could have just snuck them into the pile during class today instead." He murmured while booting up the main computer.

Asahi looked back to him from the entrance of doorframe, seeming to stay put there to be on lookout. "While everyone was present in the room? Pah, you speak out of your ass sometimes, Viatorem."

Arodaeus dramatically rolled his eyes at Asahi, even if he wouldn't see the display of annoyance. Entering the key, which he got through some favours owed him due to reasons best left unspoken, he gained access to the account of the school staff members.

The report files on the memory stick had already been modified by Arodaeus beforehand to make it seem like their submission date was before the deadline. All he had to now was put them in the submissions folder.

"… Done yet?" Asahi called out after a couple of minutes.

"Just double-checking… okay, it should be fine." Arodaeus exhaled as he pulled out the memory stick.

They promptly left the premises, making their way from the dark corridors of the school to the courtyard, where they finally slowed to a more leisurely pace.

Mission accomplished, Arodaeus thought. He gave a slight wry smile at Asahi at their victory, who responded with a scoff, hiding his genuine relief under a split-second smile before settling back into nonchalance.

"That's the last time I drink with you." Arodaeus sighed.

"And that's the last time I go to some remote village with you for vacation deals which conviently leave out train schedules from their promotion material."

"Hey it was you who told me all trains run on time no matter which corner of Garlemald you go to!-"

Somehow, their bickering hadn't alerted any of the sleeping sentries posted in and around the premises until they made their way back to the dorms.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

BL voice acting sidequest... I love this series

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

before bed doodle. idk... some kind of ascian robe for emet that my brain made up #🖌

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

Hey guess what. New fic! Monsterfucking inbound. Enjoy~ #📝 archiveofourown.org/works/89753601

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 07/08/2026

They really got the vibes down w/ her huh 😂

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 04/08/2026

Yay its here!... but I'm having a Time pumping this thing 😂 (dw I got it out of the sun) Im an ex-kickboxer (never pro or anything mind you) and my biggest motivation is being spar-worthy for Zenos ☺️