Wrote a part 2 to my story the other day (tbf you don't need 1 to understand the other) but I'm very proud I got them out in time for the season they were meant for! This one even comes with a gpose I took specifically for it ♡
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I don't write all that often but I wanted to do a two-parter for Christmas! Only part one is done atm, but it's posted here
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My character from Final Fantasy 14. He's in his house by a warm light sipping a decorative cup of spiced holiday punch. He seems relaxed and content.
Very in love with the new Starlight emote, I LOVE warm holiday drinks ♡
And yes I started in Ul'dah! Was a pugilist, hilariously - and monk is still one of my favorite DPS jobs.
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My character from Final Fantasy 14. He is sitting on a bench in the snow; warm light from a lamp to the left casts an orange glow as now gently falls. His head is tilted upwards, eyes closed. Grateful for the peace, perhaps.
I've been wound up so tightly lately. Life's incredibly hard - every single day I'm moments from having a breakdown. I've never been more stressed in my life
But I have friends who have been trying to hold me up. You're not on bsky, but I love you. Merry Christmas, y'all
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A player character from Final Fantasy 14. He's wearing a blue and black jacket with brown & russet straps and brass buckles - honestly he looks kind've like a pirate from a movie.
I am so ready for the glamour changes! As a tank player, I really am not a fan of heavy armor. It's made it difficult to find things to wear for MSQ that I still think suit Chiteni & the world. I can't wait to have access to all the yummy striking/scouting/aiming pieces!
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My character from Final Fantasy 14. He's a purple-haired catboy wearing a black leather jacket with a neon blue cyberpunk collar and leather pants. He's leaning on a stall in the rain not looking at the camera or smiling. He seems to just be resting or watching. His arms are crossed.
Been a minute since I did a gpose so...sth quick before I log off? I missed playing while I was on vacation
#gpose #gposers #ffxiv #vanilla #miqote #ChiteniKha
My character from Final Fantasy 14. He's a purple-haired miqo'te: a race of humans with cat ears and cat tails. He's standing in a sunset with a thoughtful hand on his chin smiling at the camera.
#MiqoMarch Day 29: Smile
Yes I know I missed a day - I was very VERY busy yesterday. Here is a simple smile I really liked - I just had to take a pic ♡
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My character from Final Fantasy 14. He's looking down towards some flowers he helped plant with a smile. The moon is high up and he should probably be getting to sleep, but he's still here in the garden. Checking in on the sprouts.
#MiqoMarch Day 27: Hope
Not one of my favorite prompt words (I AM an angst writer, ok) but I immediately thought of the little garden in Idyllshire for some reason. This place looks great after the update, and I liked the story of growing in unfamiliar soil. Metaphorically & literally
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A screenshot of a portrait from Final Fantasy 14. The frame is stylized wood paneling that looks a bit like stormclouds that comes from Mount Rokkon in-game. The background is an old stone temple with a single burning brazier I got from Palace of the Dead. And the extra element is flames that overlay the whole image I got from some pvp a while ago. My character is kneeling, eyeing the camera from the side. His red eye is showing, which is very rare as it is usually hidden behind his hair.
#MiqoMarch Day 26: Sky
Nothing makes me think if the sky quite like DRG does! I'm going to be playing it in Cruiserweight, so I made myself a new portrait! I'm an absolute fiend for portrait stuff: the more effects you have, the more creative things you can do!
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#MiqoMarch Day 25: Fate
I have been SO EXCITED to share this story!!! However it is...genuinely much too long for me to post in screenshots like my others. So a tumblr link will hafta do. Open if you are interested in getting lost in something
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A screenshot from Final Fantasy 14 of my character. His back is turned slightly towards the camera and there are orange and purple rim lights. He's wearing a mask in the shape of a cow skull.
#MiqoMarch Day 24: Reason
So I was fishing for gposes with a blindfold/mask for an explanation of WHY he wears them today, and I found this thing from 3 years ago. Can't log in to make something new, so this will do!
All Chiteni's caster glams have blindfolds, and I have a reason:
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Screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. My character is playing the Scholar job and is posed with a book surrounded by a glowing rune.
#MiqoMarch Day 23: Free Day
I used to be really pretty good at taking gposes for a vanilla player lol I'm washed up now. Here's a older one I still really like! I play SCH and AST when it comes to healers, tho Chiteni's canon healer is just CNJ
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Screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. My character sits in the grass by a fire, his head turned away from the camera looking at a giant multicolor crystal.
Screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. 2 characters sit talking to one another, a giant multicolor crystal between them in the background.
#MiqoMarch Day 22: Blessing
So...I don't usually write happy stories or take gposes just bc I'm being ASKED to. I do what's on my mind. This crystal reminds me of when I started playing the game. I took the first screenshot back then, and I took the second one tonight. I'll explain:
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A screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. An armored character stands in the dark, illuminated by the bright lights of a stained glass window. He is looking up at it - perhaps in reverence or respect; or maybe he is simply looking to the divine for answers to questions he can't find the words to.
#MiqoMarch Day 20: Memory
Today we are going...WAY back to when I very first started actually trying to use gpose. I always saw this picture as like...his first time in a church. His Master championed Halone so he learns to, as well. Even though he wasn't raised worshipping.
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“...hear we're playing knights and knaves tonight!” “Do you think Vermeil is the knave? He always wants to be the baddie…” Their voices trailed off as they left the short hallway and ran into the street where he was headed. Chiteni smiled, thinking about how he used to play in the woods with his brothers and sisters. I wonder what kind've games Ishgardian kids play? He decided to follow them as their footsteps clamored against the stones. Out of the archway and exiting the alcove, he saw the youths running towards a bonfire by a small patch of grass. The green was laced with hardy tundra flowers that glowed pinks and blues in the wavering firelight; and around that fire were a half-dozen or so children dressed in their warmest clothes, all of them clamoring around two boys in a circle. They were armed with wooden ladles and one even had the lid of a barrel as a shield with a hastily-scrawled Ishgardian crest. The two children Chiteni had followed were a part of this raucous little audience as they joined in cheering for their favorite combatant. Chiteni stood a short distance away, not wishing to approach and see an adult ruin their fun. “Behold the beauteous bladework of a Temple Knight!” a hyur boy in white challenged dramatically. He held his barrel lid aloft and banged his ladle against it. One side of the crowd cheered while others looked to the other boy for his response. The knight, Chiteni nodded. The other boy - a young elezen dressed in red - had a massive soup ladle in his hands. It took both arms to hold it aloft, but he twirled it around clumsily in an effort to look as cool as possible. “Feel the irrepressible power of the darkside!” he shouted in response, taking a familiar battle stance as the other half of the small crowd roared with approval. The…knave. I see.
A screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. Some children are playing a game with toy swords and shields. One yells, "Behold the beauteous bladework of a Temple Knight!" He is pretending to be a paladin.
A screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. Some children are playing a game with toy swords and shields. One yells, "Feel the irrepressible power of the darkside!" He is pretending to be a dark knight.
#MiqoMarch Day 19: Peace
I'm excited to share sth more lighthearted this time! And I'll show a couple screenshots and a bit of my tumblr post - I don't have room to screen it all AND share the images, but please go check my tumblr for the full story:
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A screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. A miqo'te character stands against a backdrop of stars, holding a hand to his heart and seemingly thinking about something, his eyes distracted.
#MiqoMarch Day 18: Legacy
Ok so I have a lot to talk about on the subject of miqo'te facepaint/markings that *I personally believe* so where it concerns my character let me get into it here. Chiteni has 1 set of 'whisker' markings (on his right side) and here's a bit of backstory:
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The boy thrashed from underneath the weight of the wyvern's neck. After it heaved a last shuddering breath from its ragged, torn throat, the beast finally fell still; incredibly hot, sticky blood pooling on the cave floor. The stench from its limply open maw made Chiteni wrinkle his nose in disgust. “Get off!” he grunted, pushing as hard as he could. The creature had tried to bite him and ended up with a sword in its neck for the trouble. He wiggled from beneath it, the hot blood seeping into his clothes and gently burning any skin it reached. He gasped, trying to slide away. The beast was heavy but its long, round neck slowly rolled off into the dust as he scrambled to escape. Chiteni quickly got up and looked himself over. A bit scratched and bruised but largely unharmed. He desperately wanted to take off his clothes to escape the burning blood as it continued to soak the rest of the way in, but he needed to check on the knight. His eyes flashed in the dark cave as he spun to look at where they had been lying. He caught the faint glint of their armor behind the dragon's corpse and he rushed over to them. “Are you ok!?” he said loudly, grabbing their arm and gently shaking it. Their breathing was slow and ragged. No response. He began to remove their armor to search for wounds. In most respects, he had ignored the knight's tutelage. Tried to sabotage them at every turn. But in healing and matters of identifying types of wounds and how to dress them, he had spent the weeks finding this particular information crucial to his own survival during his escape attempts. Often he would be attacked by creatures once he began to tire - them seeing him as an easy meal. He had to cover his tracks and keep himself healthy after their scuffles, lest the knight find him and drag him back to the cave. After a week or so on his own however, he was always too weak to avoid capture anyway. But learning to mend his own wounds had become an invaluable skill.
He continued removing pieces of armor, looking for the source of the knight's pain. Their body was wrapped completely in black bandages, which made it hard to see any blood. He gripped the cloth in one hand for a brief moment, frustratedly wishing to remove it. But he hesitated, letting go and continuing to search superficially. As he searched, he felt as though he were being watched. He couldn't shake the feeling of eyes but…from where…? Looking over his shoulder at the entrance yielded no results, and the knight was still unconscious. The feeling became stronger as the sun started to sink and he felt the pressure of the cold night creeping upon him. As if he were getting close to something that wanted to be found… Removing the knight's helmet partially revealed the problem. There was a gash in the back of it where claws or stone had perhaps rent the armor and stunned their target - an awfully clever spot for a beast to choose to ambush a man. He continued to lift it away, not looking at the knight's face and feeling uncomfortable with the idea of accidentally doing so while they were so vulnerable. He may not like them but he felt a strong desire to help them regardless, and their visage was clearly deeply private. They had saved his life and taught him many things in the months he had been on the mountain, and he felt that if they wanted him dead there'd be no reason to rescue him from himself over and over again. As he slid off the mail around their collar, a glint of orange caught his eye. It looked as if an ember were wrapped in a woven band around the knight's neck. Instead of a blackened coal; the fire was within a strange, sharp, red stone. He leaned closer to it, feeling compelled. It radiated warmth and flickered slightly, as if it were responding to his presence.
He gently brushed a finger across its smooth surface as he grabbed it in his hand, yanking the cord off of the knight's neck and bringing the ember closer to himself. It was incredibly hot to the touch, but he did not withdraw. He could almost hear something if he listened closely. Chiteni pressed it against himself - against his heart - trying to hear… “Why do you want to help them, anyway?” The young man quickly turned his head to where the voice came from in the dark, his eyes glinting. It sounded familiar. “Who's there!?” A pair of red eyes looked into his own from a dark corner of the room. The figure was steeped in an inky darkness, and they tapped their foot as if impatient. “What do you owe them, exactly?” they asked. “They saved my life,” Chiteni responded, turning his back on the figure to stare at the strange ember in his palm. “I…I was going to heal them…” Suddenly remembering what he had been doing, Chiteni went to set the thing down. It pulsed warmly in his hands, as if trying to keep his attention. “Why don't you just take that and escape?” the figure asked, standing up and walking slowly towards him. He could distantly hear their footsteps on the sandy floor. Getting closer. Chiteni didn't turn around, still staring. His charge forgotten once more in the orange glow. “What…what is it?” he whispered. “It's…beautiful.”
“Why does that matter? It's yours, now.” The figure stood behind him now, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning forward. Chiteni could feel a cold breath in his ear. “Just take it,” they whispered. “Take it like they took you.” “No!” Chiteni threw the object across the room, terrified. “I- I was trying to help! I'm not like them!” He whirled around to see who the figure was, but they had disappeared. He gasped, clutching his heart as if the strange ember was still resting against it. He cast a glance sideways and he could see it pulsing in the dark. Beckoning. Warm. Let's talk some more. “No no no,” Chiteni muttered, covering his ears. The knight coughed, the sound interrupting his thoughts like a cold breeze. “I was trying to help…” he felt the back of the knight's head gently and pulled away, blood on his fingertips. “There.” He worked his way around them and held their head in his lap, placing a hand underneath the wound and carefully channeling aether as he had been taught. After a time the knight stirred slightly, their breathing more even. He could no longer feel blood from the wound, so he rested their head gently back on the floor. The sun had set and darkness had closed in, making the strange ember seem so bright in the darkness. A cold mountain wind whistled through the cave, as if encouraging him to seek out its warmth. Chiteni got up, exhausted, and made to go start a fire.
#MiqoMarch Day 17: Resolve
In Chiteni's story, he has trouble a lot of the time with self-confidence. With seeing his decisions as his own rather than the manipulation of others. And that starts back when he's a kid - that feeling of powerlessness but also...a voice whispering.
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An OC commission by onyrica. The picture is monochrome: with the character unclothed save for hanging golden jewelry, reaching forward and framed by large black wings.
OC commission by rene0elric. 2 characters are framed by a sunset and field of pink and orange flowers. The character on the left has large wings that block some of the light as he holds out a flower crown to the character on the right. The righthand character is without her usual laurel crown, and she sits on the flowers seeming surprised and excited for the temporary replacement.
OC art by yhanee. Two characters dance in an overgrown balroom in the rays of light from the windows. The dark-clad figure has lifted them up into the air, twirling the light-clad character and making his pale dress billow in the breeze.
OC and NPC art by miqosquat. Both characters have been turned into dogs, and theyre tapping paws in a friendly way; a bit like a high five. They both have pieces of gear or accessories reminiscent of the characters they're based on to make them more identifiable.
#MiqoMarch Day 16: Free Day
So it's another free day! Today I'd like to share some art I've commissioned with my WoL! (and my good friends!!!) Please go follow these artists ♡
🎨 by:
@onyrica.bsky.social
@rene0elric.bsky.social
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Screenshot from Final Fantasy 14: 10 people stand in a field of flowers together doing various poses: from sitting down, to eating pizza, and to making a heart.
#MiqoMarch Day 15: Fortune
I have been thinking about this since yesterday - fortune...the perfect day to clear FRU! AND WHAT FORTUNE IT WAS ☆ WE GOT IT! It's such a fun fight, I really enjoy it. Caught my 1 friend in this pic not smiling by accident tho lol oops
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A screenshot of the city of Ishgard at night from Final Fantasy q4. The sky is clear and starry, and the moon shines down coldly on the stony, spire-filled city. The windows are lit with fires within and sconces on the sides.
#MiqoMarch Day 13: Wonder
So I know I missed yesterday (it is now the 14th) but I was busy! So I'll post 2 today: first up is this pic I took of Ishgard some time back. I love looking up at the spires at night. It's a beautiful place.
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Alisaie sat on the sandy seafloor with Chiteni a few paces away in by a bed of strange flowers. He looked exhausted; dark circles looming beneath his eyes. His hair - longer and more unkempt than usual - hung over half of his face in wispy violet strands as he rested; hunched over, his back against a nearby rock. He looked so pale and he was mumbling something to himself Alisaie couldn't quite make out. The Scions had been taking shifts watching over him since they had agreed to join him in the Tempest. And while the miqo'te had protested, his friends insisted he needed it regardless of his wishes. Alisaie had volunteered to stay up while the others slept on this particular night, and sometime during it he had gotten up and wandered off, the young elezen in tow. They'd come to rest some distance away beneath some ruins of the Ondo's mysterious undersea city. The place where Chiteni had chosen to rest was somesort've glowing ocean flowerbed by a forgotten, barnacle-encrusted pillar. The alien plants shone with a soft, ethereal white light as they almost seemed to watch the two in this strange place beneath the waves. Alisaie clutched her arms and shivered; tiredness and the clammy chill seemed to creep under her very skin. Chiteni seemed to notice her suddenly - as if he hadn't considered he'd be followed or simply had been lost in thought. He beckoned her over. Alisaie got up cautiously and stepped over the flowers to sit next to him. He unbound the loose bandages holding one of his wings and lifted it in his arms, draping it over her since he didn't know how to move it any other way. It was warm. “Thanks,” she smiled, looking at the sandy ground. “Um…If I may ask: why are you out here?” “Can't sleep,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse from disuse. “Hungry.” “We have food back at camp if you need anything.”
“I…” he hesitated, “I don't know if I want…that. It's fine, don't worry. I'll be fine.” His reassurance rang hollow as she thought about the little time he had left. The little time they all had left, really. She sighed, relaxing beside him. Alisaie could almost feel him tense up slightly. He turned his head away from her. “Can I ask you something personal?” she said quietly after a moment. “You don't have to answer, I'm just curious.” “Sure.” “Do you still have parents? Or did you ever? You've never brought it up.” Chiteni didn't turn his head as he replied, “Yes.” “What are they like?” He shifted slightly, some tension leaving him. “My father is very stern. He's always busy. Never had much time for mom and I.” “What's your mom like?” He finally looked at her, his lavender eye bright with fondness, almost making him seem like he was feeling better. “She was the best. There was nothing she couldn't do. You'd have liked her.” “Oh. I see,” Alisaie murmured. “Don't worry, it doesn't hurt the way it used to,” he said warmly. She was glad the memory made him smile. “What made you want to know? Are you thinking about your parents?” “Yeah,” Alisaie responded quietly. Chiteni frowned. “I'm sorry you're here. It should've only been me. We have to find G'raha so we can get you home.” Alisaie pulled away from him, frustrated. “And what about you?” “If I have long enough to get you home, I think it will be time well-spent.” Alisaie grabbed his arm, clearly upset. “I don't want you to have to be here alone! It isn't fair. You did everything you were supposed to and-”
“And I just wasn't strong enough, I know,” he cut her off gently. “Sometimes we're just not.” He sat up slightly, turning towards her and brushing hair from her face. She felt him tremble as he did, as if it took immense effort. He took a sharp breath, closing his eyes. “Does it still hurt? Do we need to go back?” she leaned back, worried. He sat very stiffly, shaking and breathing short, quick breaths. “Are you alright?” she was alarmed by the sudden change in his demeanor. She looked him over carefully as his ears flattened. “Get away from me,” he growled, shoving her. “What? What's wrong?” Chiteni opened his eyes to look at her as she stood up and then he turned his head away sharply. “Please. Right now.” She backed up, a few of the strange ocean flowers crunching under her feet. Should I get help? I don't understand what's wrong. Alisaie reached for her linkpearl to call the others. “Don't!” Chiteni snapped. He cupped his head in his hands. “I'm fine. I'm just…” he trailed off, seeming distracted. His eyes caught the glow of the flowers, their light shining in the dark ocean as they seemed to sway though there was no breeze. He got very still as he stared. “I want…” slowly, he reached out to it. Luminous blue aether coalesced in the air, sparkling around the bloom like the tiniest fireflies. Alisaie stepped out of the flowerbed in alarm as they all began to gently glow the same hue; rustling slightly as if taken by a breeze. The aether pulsed and danced silently through the air and as it left the blooms, the lights went out and they shriveled into desiccated husks. Chiteni let out a relaxed sigh as the energy collected into his outstreched hand. The remaining flowers wilted and crumpled into the sand, their lights gone: the whole flowerbed dead in an instant, plunging the two into the dark gloom of the Tempest proper once more.
Alisaie stood at a distance a couple yalms away. Unease washed over her as she thought about why he had pushed her away and how she hadn't understood his meaning earlier. How she hadn't listened and he still let her be beside him for a time. She remembered how he shook, the way he wouldn't eat or sleep, the bags under his eyes. It wasn't weakness, it was restraint. “I'm…I didn't know I would…” Chiteni looked around him as if suddenly waking up from a dream. He stood up quickly, seeming alarmed, his unbandaged wing falling limply by his side, swiping a few dry, floral husks caught beneath it. “I don't know how I did that,” he gasped, seeming shocked and clutching his chest. “Alisaie? Alisaie, where are you!?” he looked around himself wildly, his voice full of fear. Alisaie ran up to him. “I'm fine! You didn't do anything.” She looked at the dead flowers - completely drained of life. “We…we need to go back to camp. I need to tell the others about this.” “Don't worry,” Chiteni reached for her but pulled back at the last second, staring at his hand as if it was foreign to him. “Worry!? That word doesn't even come close to what I'm feeling!” He flinched. Alisaie was concerned but the only emotion that seemed to want to escape her was anger. She knew she wasn't mad at him specifically, but angry about the circumstances that brought them here. Chiteni's shoulders sagged. “You're right. I don't know what to think anymore. When I was unconscious, sometimes I dreamt. I dreamt I did…this. To everyone. Everything.” He sat back down, grabbing a dead flower and holding it in his hands. “I used to put flowers in my mother's hair,” he murmured. Alisaie continued to stand, unsure what course of action to take. He seemed a bit more lively after whatever he had done. More present. “My mother also loved to have flowers put in her hair,” she ventured. “Father would direct us towards the ones he thought looked best but he made it seem like our idea.” She smiled at the m…
#MiqoMarch Day 11: Loss
Had this draft from some time ago that I wanted to just sort've get out there. I can't say it's hardly even a finished thought - nor am I entirely sure if I want it to be canon save some of the concepts therein. But I did enjoy going over it today.
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Get up. Chiteni's eyes flew open as he rolled out of the way, a taloned claw crashing down with a flurry of sparks on the floor a hair away from him. Red eyes glowered from the darkness of the cave entrance as the remnants of a fire pit were scattered around the floor where it had been struck; twigs and stones flying in various directions with a clatter. The creature stunk of ash and rot, and he wrinkled his nose as he stood upright; struggling to pull his sword from the belts on his back. His arms were heavy. You told me you were ready to listen. Liar. The creature lumbered forward with incredible speed as the miqo'te staggered, surprised. A wing lashed out and connected with his shoulder, knocking him over with a terrible popping noise as he slid across the sandy floor. He grunted, rising again and trying to keep his eyes open as his arm hung limply at his side. Dislocated. He was so tired. His body felt as though it were leaden by some enchantment - if only exhaustion were such a magic, it could be easily dispelled. The creature came at him again, hardly giving him the opportunity to register the motion. He could hear the wind whistle as it lashed its whiplike tail, connecting with his chest and slamming him into the rugged stone wall. Spots danced across his vision as the figure came at him again, relentless in its pursuit. He gasped for air even as he felt the pressure on his chest from a heavy foot, quashing his lungs. “Get up,” a familiar voice said flatly. Their tone was cold and uncaring.
Chiteni wheezed, scrambling in the snow, held fast under the weight like a bug pinned to a board for display. The figure leaned down and stared at him with icy white eyes, expressing neither contempt nor malice. “If you can't get up, you'll die.” A threat. He had been too dizzy to notice they had pulled their sword, a fluid red aura pulsing in the air around the blade. Shadows swam in liquid darkness forming strange patterns in his vision as he gasped for breath and thrashed, the boot pressing down harder on his chest. He could hear a crack and pain lanced up his chest, sending lightning running down his spine. He tried grabbing their leg with his hands, but his fingers were tingling with numbness and he couldn't tell how good his grip even was. He tried to pull but it felt like moving a mountain. “If you didn't waste every second trying to run, you wouldn't be in this situation,” the figure said calmly, contemplating their sword. With an inhuman ease they took the tip of the massive blade in one hand and rested it on his shoulder, pressing down and driving the tip just barely into his flesh. The red aura danced in a frenzy, seemingly excited by the action; almost dripping in the air and down the blade to circle the point of entry as blood slowly stained Chiteni's tunic. He wheezed out something close to a breathless scream as the strange red aura occasionally touched him. It felt like fire. As he grew weaker and more incapable of freeing himself, the figure withdrew their boot and tugged the sword out of Chiteni's shoulder. The red aura retreated with the blade, almost seeming disappointed. “Get up,” the figure commanded.
Chiteni tried to stand, propping himself up on his good arm and pushing off the floor. The creature snarled, stepping closer to the entryway and into the light. It was a wyvern of somekind: the white light from the fallen snow and sun outside painted its emerald scales in a dull, washed-out hue. Its red eyes bored into him with a fathomless hatred, and saliva dripped from its mad jaws between razor-sharp, serrated teeth. Chiteni's gaze was drawn behind the great creature as something shifted slightly at the edge of sight. A figure on the ground, wounded by the beast. He opened his mouth to call to them. “I won't ever call you my master,” Chiteni wheezed. His eyes burned with hatred as the figure walked away from him towards the cave entrance, seemingly done with the boy. His ears lay flat and his tail lashed as he stood, stifling his hisses of pain. “I am what I am to you, and you'll learn to understand that or you'll die. You've died several times already, honestly. It's pathetic.” The figure was infuriatingly calm as they picked up some twigs to place in the fire pit by the entrance, not even looking at him. Not even seeming to care he was there. Chiteni stood alone in the snow: cold and wishing to enter the warm cave but wanting nothing to do with the person at its entrance. He stood there, unsure what to do. Frustration and desperation choked him like hands clawing his throat. Necessity was winning out against his will to resist it. But he thought one thing to himself as he staggered towards the entrance. A broad goal as he ruefully walked towards the danger - towards the predator in the dark. I promise I will save you.
#MiqoMarch Day 10: Promise
More writing today! A very short, more abstracted one. I've yet to really talk about Chiteni's master in any of my writing yet, but they've been on my mind lately. Esp what happened between them to develop trust. This was just a dream I had in my delirium lol
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Screenshot of my character from Final Fantasy 14! He's in his old outfit I wore during Shadowbringers: blue leather & fur top with sharp nails, a purple sword, and black pants with a lavender stripe down the side. This was taken in the Churning Mists zone; and you can see a leafless white tree and bright blue sky in the background. There are flecks of fire around him.
#MiqoMarch Day 9: Free Day
Another Sunday another very old gpose! This one feels ancient tbh but I can still remember where and how I took it. I really like it even now! It's a bit crispy bc I don't have the original file anymore but w/e
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A group photo from Final Fantasy 14. 8 players pose with special purple & white weapons in various action poses. They stand atop a metal platform and behind them is a nebulous purple sky with a mechanical eye encased in crystal taking up the horizon.
#MiqoMarch Day 8: Trial
Ok I'm gonna interpret this one loosely: but I'm using TOP(BLM) as my ex! I love Alpha Omega's story so much. I always imagined it was a challenge for Chiteni to describe love to the unloved. The fight seems like a conversation, almost. Just spoken differently.
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Older screenshot of my miqo'te character from Final Fantasy 14. He's wearing dark blue leather with gold trim and holding a black-winged sword that glows red. The backdrop has vibrant purple trees and crystal structures.
#MiqoMarch Day 7: Favorite Job
Well it HAS TO BE DRK. My personal reasons aside: for Chiteni he didn't have much choice in the matter. Ended up isolated with his teacher - as most DRKs are. He never really got the emotions trained out of him though to make it easier. Stubborn lol
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Od Mazalai sat quietly as the fire crackled in the hearth nearby, casting dancing shadows on the walls as sparks drifted lazily up towards the hole in the canopy. His brow was creased in a scowl as he stared into the flames; their amber light flickering off his midnight scales. He sighed, leaning back into the furs of his chair as the wood creaked softly. The cold winter wind screamed outside as snow piled up around the camp, but their tent was insulated and warm. Surelun came over to him, combing her hair with a feather-tipped brush. She looked as tired as he felt, but her sapphire eyes glowed with their usual energetic shine. “What's on your mind?” she asked softly as she glanced over into the adjacent room, distracted. “It's nothing. I'm just tired is all.” “You have what's best in mind. I know it to be true.” She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, her long, silky white hair cascading down over her shoulders. She brushed it back behind her. “If you have need of anything, please ask. I wish to shoulder your burdens with you, Odhen.” She gently slid her hand off his shoulder as she slipped away, pushing aside the curtain to their room and vanishing within. He could hear her talking to her charge quietly, her melodious voice muffled by the howling winds outside. Mazalai rubbed his temples. He hadn't wanted to keep secrets from Surelun, but he understood that the less people who knew the better. She had followed him unquestioningly to the mountain's peak where the dragon and the knight were waiting. She had taken it upon herself to become something she never wanted to be - a mother. And she had done it only because he had asked her to.
He knew she had no wont for resolve. And that he had not coerced nor forced her to accept in any way. She would become something she never wished to be simply out of love for him and the kit. Entirely of her own choosing. And yet…he felt a maelstrom of guilt stir in his breast. For all that he could not share with the person who he believed stood to sacrifice the most. For a cause she would likely never understand. It weighed heavily on his heart to know she trusted him so truly, and that in return he had taken the sky from the free spirit who soared it so effortlessly. But if he said these things to her, he knew she would be cross with him. He smiled to think of it. She never did anything if she did not wish to, and he knew better than to voice his troubles when she would only be offended. He sat in the main room and listened to her talk to the boy - not that the child could understand a word of it, of course. None of it mattered to her. Not the circumstances surrounding all of it, not the relinquishing of her own wishes, not the fact he was different, not the things she did not know. Mazalai stood up and stirred the embers before walking towards the entrance. He needed some fresh air. Outside was frigid. The winds piled the snow in colossal drifts against the tents as the moon shone coldly in the sky. The knight leaned against the side of a nearby stone, watching as Mazalai exited with unreadable, icy eyes. The auri elder approached the dark-clad figure without outward concern. “You'd best leave this place,” he warned. “You're like to draw undue attention that we don't need.” “I will after the sun rises,” the knight said calmly. They stood more than a few heads shorter than Mazalai, their build thin and wiry. Their body was covered in dark bandages to the point you couldn't even see their skin nor identify their race. The rest was comfortably enveloped in thick furs to ward off the cold - dyed the typical Kha blue to help them seem less conspicuous…
“You'll come if I call?” “As soon as I am able.” “If he poses a threat to my people, I want him gone.” “I'll be sure to hold up my end of the bargain. But I'm more interested in knowing if you will.” “What is that supposed to imply?” Mazalai growled, his golden-brown eyes flashing in the dark. “I never thought you two would make good parents, and I still don't. You're not safekeeping a threat, you're raising a child. See to it that you don't get that confused.” “He'll have everything he needs here.” “A father? Please, Od. As if you've ever cared about anything more than your duty,” the knight sighed, folding their arms. They looked up at him, their tone accusatory, “You're just waiting for the first opportunity to foist him upon me. Do you deny it?” Mazalai hesitated. He thought about his people and Surelun - how both would be better off without this. “I…” he trailed off. “He would rather get some sleep than talk out in the snow.” Surelun walked up to them, her blue eyes frigid. She glared at the knight. “I hope to never see you again.” She took Mazalai's arm and pulled him towards the tent. He resisted but only momentarily - meeting the knight's accusatory gaze only one more time before they ducked inside. Surelun whirled on him. He'd never seen her so furious. “How could you!?” she hissed. “You swore! You took the responsibility! Have you no shame!?” “I was just…” “Thinking of your people,” she finished for him. He opened his mouth then closed it, unsure what to say. Surelun sighed, her body relaxing. “Come with me a moment.”
She led him behind the curtain where the kit lay curled into a tight ball, fast asleep. The only thing visible were his fluffy purple ears - much too large for his head - sticking out from under the blankets in the basket Surelun had put him in. He made some small noises but didn't wake. Surelun looked up at Mazalai, her expression a mixture of sadness and tenderness. She went and picked up the boy in his blankets, holding him out to her husband. “Hold him, please.” “I really don't think that's-” “You promised him.” Mazalai wanted to protest, but she pressed the bundle onto him. “Tell me he is dangerous. Tell me he is a threat to our people. Look at me and say it.” Mazalai looked at him for a moment. The boy had awoken as he was picked up, and he stared at the au ra man quietly with curious eyes. He sneezed, burying his face into the blanket with a small sound. Surelun leaned on Mazalai, looking up at him. “He'll grow up,” he protested. “Some do,” Surelun looked up at Mazalai, her eyes twinkling mischievously. He sighed. “I think he's probably cold.” His wife took the kit and put him back in the basket. She sat down on the bed, and motioned for him to join her. “Odhen, I don't want you to think of him as any different from your people right now. Duty sometimes takes you away from me, and you follow it. You care so much about everyone else that you sometimes forget you also deserve joy.” She sighed, resting her head against him. “The whole herd is the greater picture, yes. And you are their shepherd. But even a wolf can be part of the herd if the shepherd trains it well.” “Like those we use to guard our own herds,” he looked at her thoughtfully. She nodded. He relaxed the tension from his body, weariness catching up to him as he felt her warmth against him. He finally relented,“I won't suggest we proffer him to the knight. I'll keep my promise.” Surelun lay down next to him, drifting off to sleep in the warm candlelight. Her breathi…
#MiqoMarch Day 6: Secret
This is a quick one I just finished up today! I wanted to talk about Chiteni's dad some. He knows more about the circumstances around his son than his mother was ever privy to, and I wanted to talk about what kind've a person he is.
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My character from Final Fantasy 14 petting his chocobo! The image is sepia-toned. They're standing in a barn together and he's reaching out to pet the bird's beak.
#MiqoMarch Day 5: Journey
So I still have most of glam I went through ARR playing with - the start of my journey to recovery, if you will lol
So I wanted to share Chiteni getting his chocobo, Jay! He was a gift from his sister, Cicilei. Her chocobo is Peabea (if you get it you get it)
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Heartbeats (@Eikonoklast on tumblr) The harvest festival was coming up soon. The few Xaela who lived in the mountains of Coerthas would gather and share the bounties of their tribes in a celebration of boisterous music, warm fires, an overabundance of food, and swatches of colored linens wildly waving in the northern winds. The very grass itself swayed in the cool breeze as if in barely-concealed anticipation; the verdant blades reflecting the light of the warm evening sun as it set below the peaks. But by the fire of the small tent on the edge of the Kha Iloh, a miqo'te sat throwing small twigs in the fire with a look of undisguised displeasure. It wasn't as if the boy didn't enjoy festivities. As the only child to his parents he was obligated to attend and express their family strength in some capacity this year. He had just turned eight summers, and it was his chance to prove himself to his own tribe - but also the others of the mountains, as well. But that in itself was the problem, wasn't it? The boy looked at the drum next to him, its taut hide glowing reddish-orange with the setting sun. Nearby lay the discarded wooden mallet, its sides worn smooth by generations of hands grasping it for the very same purpose he was to. The Kha were artists and traders, but of no particular singular skill. They were highly social among their peoples back in their native lands - or so his mother had told him. It was how they had come to live where they were now. Though his father had a much darker take on the story. He leaned over and picked up the drum, placing it in front of him, legs crossed as he was taught. At the festival the Kha played music, the loud beats of their sonorous drums compelling the other tribes in their feats of strength or cunning and providing the heartbeat of the event itself. His father had said it was the most important role of them all, and Chiteni never doubted what his father had to say. The other boys scoffed and sulked because they wan…
He picked up the mallet and gave the drum a solid THWACK with all his might, his violet tail curled tightly by his side in apprehension. Nothing. Just the smallest of sounds. Not even a bit the way it sounded when his father would demonstrate in their small gatherings, Chiteni's mother by his side playing along - the breath to his heart. The miqo'te placed the mallet on the ground again and kicked the drum away from him, his eyes glowed with unshed tears. His father would be wroth if he knew, but Chiteni didn't care. His frustration and sadness clawed up through his chest and choked him. The idea of having nothing to show - nothing to prove his family's presence and worth among the hundreds who would come - the thought burned like red-hot coals in his throat. "Too weak to be a Kha," the elders might say. He imagined the derision in their voices, how it bit at him and stung at every turn. But they were right, weren't they? The other boys were well over a head taller, their arms built like Ishgardian iron, the sides of their faces adorned with small but beautiful obsidian horns that varied as much as the shapes of the falling leaves from the trees. They had no trouble, he was sure. Chiteni's ears flattened in shame as his mother came out from the tent. He averted his gaze as she carried the heavy iron pot over to the fire pit and hung it above with practiced ease. Her azure eyes watched him from the other side of the flames, the blue rings cutting through the red and orange like stars through a hazy gray twilight. She made her way over to him, collecting the drum from where it lay as she went. He watched her small but deft hands grasp its aged sides, wondering how someone so fragile-looking could… Interrupting his thoughts, she said in a low voice, "What's wrong, Chingua?" His tail tip twitched in nervousness. He'd never lie to her, and they'd find out eventually. "I can't do it," he managed to choke out. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want her to see how …
His mother leaned over and wrapped her arms around him and he leaned into her without complaint. The boy shook with suppressed sadness, his face still hidden in his arms as the fire crackled and the sun sunk at last behind the hills; brilliant stars seeking to replace its light so the people didn't have to fear another night. They sat there on the ground a while together until his tears were spent. She ran her gentle but strong hand over one of his ears and said quietly after a time, "What is it that a Kha cannot do?" He looked up at her then, his lavender eye full of worry and red from crying. She smiled warmly - warmer than any fire or cover of furs. The smile his father said was the best thing Hydaelyn had ever created. Chiteni never doubted what his father had to say. "Nothing. There's nothing we cannot do," he replied from memory. She grasped his shoulder, a playful but fierce light in her glowing eyes. "Precisely. So tell me what's the matter and we'll figure it out. We are Kha and there is nothing we cannot do." Chiteni explained how he wasn't strong enough to make the drum beat. No matter how hard he hit it, it wouldn't resound for him. His explanation carried tones of all the doubts and self-hatred he felt for being different at all; the words were worth far more than their meaning. Words he'd kept to himself when the other boys tried to tease them from him. Questions he had that he was afraid to ask. His mother held him and listened, never interrupting or insulting him. After a while she let him go and said gently, "I'll be right back, ok?" He nodded and exhaled, no longer as upset but still unsure how to tackle the problem. She left him there by the fire and went into the tent, the night sky stretching out before him as the shadows of the mountains carved a hole into the distant stars. He could smell whatever was on the fire as the breeze carried it to him, and it made his stomach growl. Father wasn't home from the festival preparations yet, and…
Confused, he thought for a moment but came up with nothing out of sheer bewilderment. "I don't understand." "What do the other boys see when they look at you?" "They don't see themselves." "Then what is it they see?" "A skinny kid with big ears and a fluffy tail." She laughed hearing that, her voice like chimes, light and airy. "What can Chiteni Kha do?" He thought about it again. He thought about the races they'd have to get to the Iloh. He thought about climbing trees - how he loved to drop down on their shoulders and how they'd tumble to the ground together and laugh, winded. He thought about how good he was at slipping from their headlocks and how he could swim. How he could sing like his mother taught him. As he told her these things, her eyes glowed and a smile played across her lips as she picked the strings in time to his thoughts. They tumbled from his mouth freely, these things he loved. Things about himself. On the day of the festival Chiteni was nervous. He had practiced hard in the week running up to it, but this was still new to him. His father had not been angry, however, but proudly strode in with his son, both in blue as they took their places among their kin. Leaves danced across the grass and the colorful linens of the banners of the tribes fluttered in the breeze. Cookfires adorned the southern edge of the camp, their tantalizing smells wafting this way and that on the wind as the gathered Xaela waited patiently for the Kha's performance; a showcase before every tribe shared their week together and mingled their talents. Men young and old sat in a firm line, their mallets lifted in unison. The girls and women were adjacent to them, fingers on the strings, eyes closed in concentration. They formed a circle all told, and as the other tribes stood around expectantly, Chiteni stood up. He walked to the center of the circle and poised himself there. All eyes were on him. The glowing gazes of many different peoples followed his mo…
#MiqoMarch Day 4: Family
I'm gonna cheat again here: I wrote this one back in 2021! One of the very first things I wrote for my Chiteni. He had a lot of trouble with how different he felt growing up, and I wanted to write about how his family helped him overcome it.
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Older gpose from Final Fantasy 14. This was taken in the Ruby Sea if I recall correctly! The character's back is facing the camera as a pink and blue sunset fills a fairly clear sky. His purple tail wraps around behind him from where he is poised on a rock; a wooden practice sword ready to swing.
#MiqoMarch Day 2: Free Day!
I thought maybe I'd use free days to share old gposes I still really like or maybe old stories that haven't seen the light of day. This one is from about 2.5 years ago! When the Inferno Jacket was first out and I was leveling SAM.
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Miqo'te screenshot from Final Fantasy 14. He's wearing a more modern-style purple and black outfit with headphones and a choker. There's a city of pastel blues and pinks in the background.
#MiqoMarch Day 1: Introduction
This my boi Chiteni Kha - keeper of the moon and DRK from the moment I hit HW! He was raised by a tribe of Xaela in Coerthas and his name means 'of wolves.' He's not the best and brightest but I adore him ♡
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