:)

In! The! Machine!

Me!

wshwshwshwsh! wshwshwshwsh!

washing machine : )

//woaugh.....

Ingrid in a pin-up pose, dressed a wool-knit, cropped sweater to show off her abs and pink and white dolphin shorts, kneeling on her couch.

Ingrid bare chested, sitting legs crossed in her pink and white dolphin shorts on her couch, head tilted on her raised hand for a scandalous photo

♪ Can we go home now?
It's getting later, baby ♬

An illustration of queen sphene from final fantasy xiv done as a stylized plastic model kit sheet

WAH I'm so honoured to be in the top 50 illustrated fanfest works !! I love mixing my other hobbies with xiv
🥹💕🥹💕🥹 I would be honoured by your votes in any category 🙇
#FFXIV
You can see all the entries & vote here! fanfest-na.finalfantasyxiv.com/2026/en-us/c...

Unei.

[She echoes this softly, and then nods]

...very well. Yes. That is true. It will be kept.

thancred and urianger at their hotel room's minibar before they have to report in for msq duty on the 28th

you know her, you love her
none other than Olwen, but soft today :') for my friend sarah

FFXIV Commission
please notice the apron

(If you'll be buying an ink-style commission like this, I'll be upping the price to 25USD~)

Names. Are for people.

Not for me.

You may choose as you wish.

Let me hunt.

I refuse a meal that is too still.

[She latches a hard grip onto her wrist, refusing to let go]

:)

Hmhmhm~

Far. And away.

Down the rabbit hole.

-to rest. Leaving behind only a slight pinching on the nerves. A unique sort of pain. Her teeth, blunt and hot, kiss sharply against the flesh of his throat. More a promise than a threat.]

[Her breath leaves in a sigh, shoulders falling. She's like a limp little doll for a moment, and then explodes into movement. Shoving her weight down to pin him.

For a moment her aether harshly digs under his flesh, wanting unity. Coiling and twisting under his flesh. But it doesn't find a place-

handful of minis

[Clap clap clap clap]

[Her breath picks up, and her already void-like pupils dilate widely]

An allowance. Just one. Hear me.

[She seems to freeze, transfixed by him. Eyes focused and unblinking. A finger curiously traces against his tongue, the sharp curve of his teeth.]

Hmm. Such faith. Devoted shadow.

Artwork of Thancred, dressed like a Pokémon trainer. He is accompanied by an Absol.

Ace Trainer Thancred. He helps escort researchers who aren't so adept at battling #albiart

Ahahah!!

[She just continues to stare]

[She makes a soft keening sound. She's whining, sitting up again and shaking her head.

A hand claws idly at her own chest, digging in far too harshly]

It is! It is! It is!

It would be so. Easy. Blissful.

...

Lonely.

I cannot.

//very sad to see but i hope things improve for you and that you take care. Be safe man

That is the answer. That I desired. Your answer.

[A blink, slow. Her eyes glint strangely in the dark.]

I watch to know every etch in your flesh. Under your tongue. Behind your eyes.

That brings it closer.

[She draws back with a few heavy puffs of breath, grinning and lapping the blood from her lips]

Generous. Is that true. Is that true.