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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#xivwomenweek day 7 - love mablu/wuk lamat // 530 words // pre-relationship Long after conversation had run dry, Mablu had spent the hours thereafter in deep thought, concerning herself with many things. ellipsus.com/read/7GoKjXV... #kaescribbles

It had been her idea to stay put and wait for Wuk Lamat's return. She would stick with it to the last, even if it meant shivering whenever a strong gust blew and missing the soft, warm wool of the alpacas in their absence. Besides, she doubted sleep would come to her even if she tried. Long after conversation had run dry, Mablu had spent the hours thereafter in deep thought, concerning herself with many things. Her dreams, her doubts, the people she'd met today; the challenge she'd taken upon herself to surmount; what she might say to Tobli. She'd experienced more excitement in a day than she had in many a whole year. It left her giddy and trembling, filled to the brim with energy.

A part of that excitement thumped together with the beating in her chest, small and nervous, yet surefooted, like a newborn cria.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

#xivwomenweek day 4 - echo / #ffxivwrite2026 day 30 - vestige halmarut // 492 words // character study (speculative), spoilers for patch 7.56 MSQ Its wings gently open and close, coming together like clasped hands. ellipsus.com/read/1hRrEoY... #kaescribbles · #7.5spoilers

Lifting up a hand, she brushes off an errant fleck of snow from her sleeve, grimacing. The cold is so distracting, and Halmarut doubts she'll ever get used to it, even if her body has long lost the ability to succumb to such frigid temperatures. She'd detested the cold long before its permanent grip over the Fourth, the way it blotted out the grass and flowers, rendering landscapes raw and white and driving away her favourite creatures.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

#xivwomenweek day 3 - return / #ffxivwrite2026 day 29 - layer bathu molkoh/a'nimuili // 640 words // mildly suggestive A surprise visit from A'nimuili leads to more unexpected turns. ellipsus.com/read/37rA6er... #kaescribbles #bathumuili

Bathu can't stop her hands from trembling at the fingertips as she picks at the delicate blue ribbon in front of her, trying to untangle the knot that holds everything together. A'nimuili had ever been the kind to dress flamboyantly, all ribbons and frilled sleeves and dainty accoutrements; it makes it even more of a challenge to get these damned things off her when they come in so many layers. Surely it can't be practical for an adventurer to dress this way?

"Stage fright?" A'nimuili's eyes gleam with mischief, and Bathu huffs, never mind the thrill it sends through her, a tense excitement that leaves her ears ringing. Her mouth is going dry, despite the things she'd been doing with it just a moment ago, had done to her.

How in Menphina's good name had she wound up here?

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

#xivwomenweek day 2 - refusal / #ffxivwrite2026 day 28 - on thin ice alisaie leveilleur // 6.0 MSQ spoilers // 607 words Alisaie has had just about enough of traipsing about the Studium. ellipsus.com/read/3VEg6lF... #kaescribbles

Her brother is beaming, picture-perfect as they bid the crowd farewell. Alisaie still has the good sense to smile.

Something inside her quietly snaps, like an unespied bundle of threads.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#xivwomenweek day 1 - stars / #ffxivwrite2026 day 25 - cynosure venat, azem // 6.0 MSQ spoilers // 1236 words Venat searches for a wayward Traveler. ellipsus.com/read/A6FthSL... #kaescribbles · #➕hekate

In a flurry of teleportation magicks, Venat alighted on the white stone flooring of Anagnorisis and smoothened out her robes. The sky was streaked in the blue and lilac tones of early twilight, painting a beautiful serenity over the isles that constituted Elpis. It was late, and there were few researchers out and about, which only heightened the sense of boundless solitude that often pervaded the facility in these quieter hours.

Venat strode forward with certain steps, whistling softly. Argos summoned, she mounted him without preamble and set off for the skies, her destination already in mind.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Full version of the art without the card elements:

Art by khadobe.bsky.social of my wol Moro'a, dressed in heavy winter clothes and bracing against the snow and wind. He holds a short white staff with a turquoise ribbon, topped with colourful flowers.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

New triple triad moro'a for msqsg next month with art by @khadobe.bsky.social (˶>⩊<˶) thanks again for the comm!! #🫐moro'a #artforme

Art by khadobe.bsky.social of my wol Moro'a in the style of a Triple Triad card, numbers from the top going clockwise 5-A-7-8. He's dressed in heavy winter clothes, bracing against the snow and wind. He holds a short white staff with a turquoise ribbon, topped with colourful flowers.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

#ffxivwrite2026 day 16 - steel wol, haurchefant // 6.0 MSQ spoilers // 758 words Why not try his hand at swordplay? ellipsus.com/read/7o5J4pm... #kaescribbles

Haurchefant's opinion was far less pessimistic. "Pray do not give up so easily!" he laughed, stooping down to retrieve the sword. He held it by the fuller, so that the hilt end was the one angled towards Moro'a's hand. "No knight has ever won his spurs in a day. Were you to try again, and perhaps again, I am sure you will come to grasp it."

"Right." Moro'a took the sword, this time adjusting the grip on his own. When he was ready, he took a deep breath, shifted into stance, and swung.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

#ffxivwrite2026 day 11 - oblivion erenville // 7.0 MSQ spoilers // 700 words when oblivion is calling out your name you always take it further than I ever can ellipsus.com/read/7HOhNQR... #kaescribbles

The terminal shuddered again. Momentarily distracted, Erenville watched, transfixed as a thousand thousand electrope lights flickered and began to blink out in a descending cascade. With astonishing speed, the entire terminal fell dark, and the rest of Living Memory followed without fanfare, leaving the entire city in shadow.

The golden city was no more.

He breathed out, the air exhaling from his lungs and ending in a shudder.

It was done.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

#ffxivwrite2026 day 5 - preservation reposting this since i fucked up the tag the first time. hands you rhuhn and moro decayed friendship strife with an extra dose of palpable tension 🫴 ellipsus.com/read/2xP8WtN... #kaescribbles · #🔪moro

"You waste the children's time with those fanciful stories. You could be teaching them to use blades like your own, or how to hunt with a bow—unless you've forgotten how to do that as well."

"Why, I almost feel like a kit, myself," Moro replied. She was smiling, unfazed by the jab. "You only ever speak to me when it's to scold."

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Only just noticed the typo in the ffxivwrite tag on my day 5 post

Drawing of a creature shaped like an egg with a dog/bear face, and two stumpy little legs. Its expression communicates anything from stunned embarrassment to dissociation

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

#ffxivwrite2026 day 8 - strain DRK 30-50 spoilers // 459 words deipo tries to get some alone time for sword practice ellipsus.com/read/5oFialY... #kaescribbles · #🌧deipo

There is no regimen to guide her, so she has tried to construct one herself, movement by movement. Choreography. It isn't so different from a dance, and the thought is a quietly comforting one, even as her limbs begin to ache and complain, straining against the weight of solid metal. She repeats the motions again and again, willing her body to understand them.

Her arms are burning; she persists, panting. Mother had never compromised on training, and neither would she, even if it left her shaking and sore in the morning.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

#ffxivwrite2026 day 7 - ignorance is bliss occult crescent spoilers // 719 words // fluff moro'a and leofard reflect on the end of their latest adventure ellipsus.com/read/laO25DT... #kaescribbles · ⚓: #bluebird

"Ahh," Leofard sighs deeply, lifting his arms skywards to stretch his body as he takes in the saltswept air. "I ain't ever givin' up the skies for the sea, but after all those weeks in that dusty basin, I find meself developin' a newfound appreciation for these churnin' waters."

Moro'a watches him with a fond smile, before joining him with a big stretch of his own. "You've said it yourself. A man can change."

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

I went to a garden exhibition with my mum last weekend, there were so many pretty flowers 🌺

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Still can't believe they're letting me put fanfic excerpts in here

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 31/07/2026

Last minute friendly fire ft @hospitalvespers.bsky.social's llyr for artfight 🌟 #kaemisc

Full body illustration of Llyr, a humanoid cryptid with lamb-like ears, a long patterned horn atop their head, green hair in a braid and short white fur. They're wearing a brown leather jacket, a grey shirt, a long dark green skirt and brown leather boots. They're smiling ever so slightly as they hold the skirt steady with one hand, while a strong breeze blows with autumnal leaves.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

Oh and also this more recent one, also a non-gpose screenshot (ft. friend's wol zinaida)

Square-cropped black and white screenshot of two ffxiv characters sitting facing one another, with a parental advisory explicit content label slapped onto the bottom right corner to evoke the feeling of a music album cover. The wol on the left looks at the viewer with an expressionless face, while the other wol sits with her arms crossed over her knees, staring at distant buildings.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

Fond of all of these, but especially #2 bc all that blue comes from celestial opposition, it was the first time i experimented with using a skill to affect the background i think? and #5 because i took it outside of gpose with moro'a's little legs actively running wwwww #wolqotdans

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

Better late than never....hewwo artfight.net/~pakchamkae

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

I've written him a fair bit now but i still don't feel like i have a firm handle on leofard's speech, it's casual and deceptively rough, but you have to bear in mind that he's also a learned man who was raised by a noblewoman. *and* he's witty, which means i have to try my best to be witty 😑

Leofard:
Well, well. If you ain't the very picture of health, Forename. Savin' the star from complete annihilation didn't tax you overmuch then, eh?

Let me guess─it was naught compared to all the bowin' and scrapin' required of the mercantile genteel. Don't tell me this dandy is what wooed you from the life with sweet nothings of financial comfort?

Several more minutes passed before Leofard turned his head towards Moro’a again. "Say," he said, his voice lowering into something a little softer, though still teasing. "What say you give her a try?"

"Me?” Moro'a's words petered out as he faltered. “I..." This was a first. Borrowing a Redbill airship was one thing; the Raimille was Leofard’s pride and joy, second only to that which he valued most. That he was willing to leave it in his hands was no small offer; an offer not made lightly, no matter how casual Leofard acted about it.

"Come on, reach over. I'll show you." Leofard drummed his fingers against the Raimille’s handles expectantly, leaving Moro’a no choice but to reach forward with his arms. His palms hovered over Leofard's knuckles in awkward suspension, before finally settling on the hyur's hands. His skin was cool, and Moro’a grimaced as he hoped that his palms wouldn’t grow damp with sweat.

Leofard continued as though nothing was wrong. "Now I've flown one of Garlond's ships, and they're smooth, more about stability than anythin' — won't give you any more trouble than what you’ve made for yerself. The Raimille, though…you’ve got to be a touch more precise to get on her good side." To prove his point, Leofard veered to the left, letting Moro’a feel the way the airship responded to his commands, faster and looser than Cid’s manacutters.

Desperately, he tried to focus on that rather than the splay of Leofard’s long fingers underneath his own as they adjusted over the handles.

"And she'll change her speed or angle in moments, if you let her!” The Raimille dipped sharply without warning, sending them in a tilted arc that made Moro’a’s stomach tumble in equal parts fear and exhilaration.

“Arse,” he shouted, and Leofard laughed.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 01/07/2026

On lodestone click on the dropdown arrow in the grey box containing your character's face/name, privacy settings is listed there. the quickest method is to switch all settings to private, but you can adjust them individually as well. note that you have to do this separately for each character

Screenshot of the FFXIV Lodestone website with instructions on how to find Privacy Settings.

Screenshot of the FFXIV Lodestone Character Privacy Settings showing where you can switch character information display settings to private.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 25/06/2026

Realising how moro'a would’ve felt about that one end of 7.5 msq exchange #makeaterriblecomicday2026 • #7.5spoilers • #kaemisc

A 6-panel comic hand drawn in black ballpoint ink:

1 - Leofard, asleep on his side in bed, faced away from Moro'a, who's lying down beside him.
2 - Leofard opens one eye, woken by Moro'a sitting up.
3 - The panel zooms out to the both of them. Leofard turns on his side and asks "What's up-"
4 - A close up of Moro'a's head as seen from Leofard’s POV. Moro'a is staring straight ahead with a haunted expression, and zigzag lines radiate from him menacingly.
5 - From the same POV, Moro'a turns around towards Leofard. The zigzag lines are gone, but he still looks harrowed. He says in the speech bubble hastily drawn below and outside of the panel: "If I ever turn out like Zenos you have to shoot me, okay"
6 - A very zoomed in panel of Leofard's face, still half asleep, eyes squinted and a droplet of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. He's surrounded by question marks, and the speech bubble below him says "......".

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 24/06/2026

Some of my favourite screenshots from the big birthday+pride hike last weekend ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 it was very everything happens so much, but i had fun! #ffxivbighike · #kaegposes

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 22/06/2026

He is so tiny 🥹🥹🥹 thank you again for the comm @jurimaart.bsky.social! ❤️💜 #leofard

A chibi Leofard Myste with his goggles pushed up, wearing his customary grin (but tiny. and very very cute)

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

Moro'a's glams for the bday/pride hike happening on sephirot in less than a couple of hours! 🌟

Screenshot of my wol dressed in a glam that matches the MLM flag, posing with the Blue Mage Figment of Showtime weapon (a white cane with blue/red accents and rainbow flowers), as he stands in a field of white, pink and blue flowers in front of a lake.

Close up screenshot of my wol smiling as he stands proudly, dressed in a glam that matches the MLM flag, posing with the Blue Mage Figment of Showtime weapon (a white cane with blue/red accents and rainbow flowers), as he stands in front of a lake.

Screenshot of my wol dressed in a beach outfit matching the trans pride flag, posing with a pink chinese fan.

Close up screenshot of my wol dressed in a beach outfit matching the trans pride flag, posing with a pink chinese fan.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 20/06/2026

There are easily 3 different iterations of my attempting to write a "physical intimacy as grounding" fic between moro'a and various characters :V i scrapped all of them, but this one from about 4 years ago was the one i liked the most #kaescribbles #estiwol

"Moro'a."

"I…I'm here."

Radz-at-Han is quiet tonight, save for the gentle swaying of palm fronds and the distant twinkle of a wind chime. Inside, Moro’a’s knees sink into the mattress with a soft creak.

“Try to relax your shoulders,” Moro’a hears Estinien murmur from behind him. He tries, inhaling and exhaling with a shaky breath as he wills himself to unfurl. Danger! his muscles continue to insist. His mind’s clouded with a thick, merciless fog, but beneath the gloom, panic threatens to overthrow what little control he yet retains over his body.

Heat radiates from Estinien’s palms where one touches his back and where the other circles his arm: lifelines to reality. The dragoon has kept his hand on him since the Keeper first stumbled into his room, trembling from his worst nightmare yet.

He's seventeen summers old, shivering as he crawls through the grit of snow and tarmac towards the faint glow of a splintered aetheryte. He's twenty-nine, the smell of cedar thick in his nostrils as screams harmonise with gunfire in a sickening chorus.

Moro’a tries to open his eyes, but all he can see is blood pooling from countless, terribly familiar bodies, made blue by the lonely glow of Camp Broken Glass’s aetheryte. He’s one of them now, thrashing about in his prison to no avail, soul in cold flesh in cold metal that holds him in place even as it denies him—

His eyes snap open as he seizes up, but Estinien catches him, holding him and keeping him from pitching over the side of the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, Estinien draws the smaller man close, not quite embracing him but holding him in both arms.

The elezen sighs, but there’s no trace of exasperation in his voice. “Find aught else to focus on, Moro’a.” A pause, as he seems to consider his next action. Then his fingers bisect Moro’a from neck to shoulder, running over the trio of jagged lines that mark his left shoulder.

“You got these from a dragon?” He hears Estinien ask. Prodding him to answer, but there’s …

“You got these from a dragon?” He hears Estinien ask. Prodding him to answer, but there’s a hint of sincere curiosity here, too.

Estinien’s body is warm, almost hot surrounding his own. “It was…in the Western Highlands,” Moro’a answers. The words form slowly from his mouth like drizzles of tar as he pushes them through the fog. “We – Haurchefant and I – sighted a group of heretics and pursued them into the Red Rim. The Dravanian caught me by surprise.” His shoulder throbs briefly at the memory, but he can feel his panic reluctantly receding as the image of Camp Riversmeet replaces those of his nightmares. “His name was…I think it was Tohl Kosth,” he adds.

“Mm,” Estinien hums. “Few can claim to have marked the Warrior of Light so notably,” he remarks. As though to emphasise his point, he leans down to kiss Moro’a’s neck, and the Keeper feels his closed, warm lips press against him. The sensation is immediate – real, and it’s Moro’a’s turn to sigh as the elezen leaves more along his neck, settling upon the inner edge of his shoulder.

“More,” he finds himself whispering, almost pleading for those lips to graze his skin. Estinien listens to him without complaint, pressing kisses into his other shoulder, more fervently now. A soft hiss escapes from Moro’a as the elezen adds his tongue, his lips sucking lightly at his flesh. Each kiss chases his freezing visions further away, pulling him back into his own flesh, and somewhere in the warmth Moro’a’s shoulders at last begin to relax.

But Estinien’s moves have sparked a different kind of tension; the tight, pent up coil of energy in him burns, with need, with desire. And so Moro’a turns around, still loosely in Estinien’s arms as he reaches up to kiss the dragoon on the mouth. Estinien makes a surprised noise that’s quickly swallowed by reciprocity, and he wraps his arms tighter around Moro’a, pulling him close as he deepens their kiss.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 15/06/2026

{{{ motion sickness }}} i want to know what would happen if i surrender to the sound #kaegposes · #🪶zururu

Gpose of Zururu, my Lalafell wol standing on the guardrail of the bridge in Kugane, clutching her head as though in pain. The shot is at an extreme upward angle, showing a stark white sky and tall buildings looming above. Above Zururu are the lyrics "I have emotional sickness" from Phoebe Bridgers's "Motion Sickness"; the words "motion sickness" are red and yellow and surrounded by haphazard lines, like static.

Gpose of Zururu, my Lalafell wol in the foreground clutching her head. Behind her, the sky is a dark storm grey, with Nidstinien falling headfirst into blood red clouds. More lyrics from "Motion Sickness" trail downwards, following Nidstinien's form: "Somebody roll the windows down".

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 14/06/2026

~bursting at the tip of my tongue~ #XIVRarepairWeek2026 Day 7: Mirth/Reverence (originally for Day 6) archiveofourown.org/works/86713491 Krile/Y'shtola | T | 750 words | MSQ: 7.4 ✧ #XIVRarepairWeek · #kaefics ✧

Screenshot of an ao3 fanfic titled 'bursting at the tip of my tongue'.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 12/06/2026

Oh 🙂 this does not bode well for my FFX playthrough 🙂 ff-resonance.vercel.app

Your FF Soul Type - Yuna (resonance score 91)

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

#XIVRarepairWeek2026 Day 2: Indulgence "Isn't this a little excessive?" "Ain't a party if we don't indulge ourselves. C'mon, hero—I say we do just that." ✧ #XIVRarepairWeek · #kaegposes · ⚓: #bluebird #leowol ✧

Gpose of Moro'a (Keeper miqo'te wol) and Leofard sitting at a table loaded with barbequed meats in Tuliyollal. Leofard has one arm slung around Moro'a, a tankard in the other.

Close up gpose of Leofard leaning down low, his face close to Moro'a's as the latter looks up at him with a returned smile.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

Whereas the quote was an attempt to invoke maria sh2—moro'a spends a portion of STB hallucinating that moro is there and talking to him ＾-＾i'm a lot more uncertain about how well that comes across in the poses above, but that's okay

Screenshot from Silent Hill 2 of Maria cupping James's cheek between steel bars, her dialogue text reading "See? I'm real."

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 11/06/2026

*Scuttles back three months later* i got too caught up in work and other irl stuff to talk about this, but the inspiration for the poses below came from the cover art for HnK vol 7 🌟 i'd wanted to recreate this for literal years and finally felt brave enough to attempt it for miqomarch

Land of the Lustrous manga volume 7 cover art, by Haruko Ichikawa.

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🌙🍛kae @ ffxivwriting🍃💫 @pakchamkae.bsky.social · 08/06/2026

~A Daunting Summons~ #XIVRarepairWeek2026 Day 1: Forge Nothing that happened at the Armourer's Guild escaped H'naanza's notice. archiveofourown.org/works/86363656 H'naanza Esi, Koh'sae Naharaf (OC) | T | 1.3k words | MSQ: pre-ARR ✧ #XIVRarepairWeek · #kaefics · ⚓: #inkforge ✧

Screenshot of a Final Fantasy XIV fic titled 'A Daunting Summons' on ao3.

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