Oh. My. God.
It only took me from the stupid NSFW purge of 2019 until FUCKING NOW to get this blog back. Holy. Crap.
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@alexanderosais
Oh. My. God.
It only took me from the stupid NSFW purge of 2019 until FUCKING NOW to get this blog back. Holy. Crap.
[Darkness]
[tw: suicide]
It had taken hours, if not days, to make the trek through the forest. Time was all but lost to him beneath the canopy. Sitting on the edge of a ravine, high above the rapids he watched the last rays of the sun flicker and die as it sank below the horizon. He wondered how long it would take for realization to sink in that something was amiss. That he was nowhere to be found, and that no communication had been left behind detailing where it was he had gone. Maybe it would only happen when the chocobo returned without him.
Valentine’s gift for @whitemageoasis ~ Because who could lift the sun as high as you, and who could make the stars glimmer in my sky but you? ♥♥
The drumming of the music as they spun around was only drowned out by the thundering of blood in his ears. The song around them paled in comparison to how loudly Rinh’a’s spirit sang when he was with Alawi. They had been bound together underneath the light of the Keeper’s Gods cycles ago and they were to be bound again. A marriage of culture; of body as well as of soul.
Najm’s grin was infectious, a smile splitting across Rinh’a’s face as he laughed. He would gladly bind himself repeatedly to the warrior should the Gods ask it of him. Bold markings of red and gold adorned the Seeker’s skin in contrast to Rinh’a’s soft blue hues.
Together they danced, red and blue intertwined like veins coursing with lifeblood, and neither of them felt more alive than when they were with each other. Najm leaned down, their foreheads pressed together and Rinh’a could see nothing beyond the odd coloured eyes of the one he loved more than anything else in Eorzea.
“I sau ilai, rulr ull nirr rfaisaid.” he whispered against the lips of his bonded, “I sau ilai.”
“… the fuck are they coming from??” “Usaus, they’re soft.”
@whitemageoasis
“Wherrre arrre you getting them?” Rinh’a asked as he plucked another feisty chocobo from where it had perched on top of Najm. The warrior glanced at him with confusion. Neither miqo’te had any inkling where the small downy bundles were coming from, but every time Rinh’a removed one from where it was stationed more appeared.
The Keeper removed another chick from Najm’s lap. Placing the bird on the ground he turned only to find another one had settled on top of Najm’s head, with yet another having appeared on his shoulder to tug at a tufted ear.
“Usaus…” the warrior mumbled quietly as Rinh’a plucked another bird from the Seeker. The ranger’s large ears wiggled and he tilted his head, “Yes Giesnaiel?”
“Usaus, they’re-” mismatched eyes glanced down to the warking pile in his lap- “they’re soft.” he said as another chick materialized to settle against the warrior’s side.
OOC Note - This blog is currently a Work in Progress - Leaning towards making this primarily an IC Blog with all OOC reblogs / content kept at @whitemageoasis – As of now, all my posting happens there!
Just a friendly reminder about the status of this blog. “work in progress” mainly meaning ‘I have no idea what to do with it’ and ‘I write so rarely I’m sorry’ and maybe some sobbing. I might tear it up later and re-do the layout, and re-post everything. Rename it to be a catch all for IC things for my MENAGERIE OF IDIOTS I just don’t know yet. Thanks for your patience and sticking around here guys. ♥
sketch commission for @whitemageoasis of his and @cactusgarrus‘s Najm and Rinh’a (and a pair of moogle undies)
The baths of Ul'dah were extravagant. The tile along the floor of the room they had ended up in was a deep blue, and there was gold inlay across the wall and the tub itself proclaiming that this was Ul'dah at its finest.
Rinh'a looked between Najm and the bath and shrugged, a light dusting of colour upon his cheeks. The walk from the room that they had shared was uneventful, the two miqo'te bantering lightly of towels and soap. Rinh'a had only really agreed to a shared bath because of the difficulty such a task would present to Najm.
R O L E P L A Y C H A R A C T E R S T A T S S H E E T: ALEXANDER
▌((Tagged by @ffxivfisticuffs))
(( Art by @daggerlionelli ))
▌NAME: Alexander Amari Osais
▌HEIGHT: 5′6″ ▌RACE: Hyur Midlander ( currently Seeker of the Sun ) ▌GENDER: Male ▌NATIONALITY: Limsa Lominsan by birth, Gridanian by circumstance/choice ▌BIRTHDAY: 26th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon (9/25) ▌SUN SIGN: Libra ▌RESIDENCE: Lavender Beds ▌MARITAL STATUS: Married to Y’ziya ( @cactusgarrus ) ▌ALIGNMENT: Neutral ▌DRINK: Tea ▌FOOD: Eggs ▌DAY OR NIGHT: Evening ▌SNACKS: Hard-boiled eggs, cheese ▌SONGS: Rune of Punishment ▌PET: doesn’t have one, but he’d likely have a Dodo, or two, or… more.
▌COLOR: Blue ▌FLOWER: Lilac ▌SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▌ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic ▌BODY TYPE: lean, semi-muscular ▌EYE COLOR: Deep blue ▌HAIR COLOR: Sandy brown
Reblog if it's okay for people to come into your askbox and ask about your OCs
Even if I’ve never spoken to them, even if I don’t know them from a hole in the wall, even if they’re on anon, people asking questions about my OCs make my day.
Oh boy, hi there
I just wanted to toss this up and say... Hello to everyone that’s new. (and old, cause I don’t think I’ve ever ACTUALLY done one of these) … there are. There are a lot of you.
I’m Alex! I do the XIV thing and you just so happened to stumble on my rarely used IC blog! This -is- a NSFW space, and posts containing such are marked with the #nsfw tag! I yell about my characters a lot, and your characters, and I ask people stupid questions. Feel free to drop me IC or OOC asks/messages, I talk a lot if prodded (though I am super quiet and shy at first!)
Most of my activity is on my sideblog - @whitemageoasis - I put ALL SORTS OF THINGS there! But if you like to read things, you’re more than welcome to hang out here. There’ll be tea and cakes later. ;3
*Puts a bunch of confetti onto your ceiling fan and waits for you to turn it on*
It had been a long day and the sun was hanging fat as it slowly dipped below the horizon when Alexander finally made his way back home. Weary hands pushed stray hair from his eyes as he pushed the door open and flipped the light on.
The golden glow from the lamp filled the space, followed shortly by the spin of the fan and the flutter of colourful paper. Alex stood in the doorway staring up at the cascade of confetti across the entryway. He groaned, brow furrowed and ears low as his palm came up to slap against his forehead and drag down the length of his face before setting off to find a godsdamned broom.
If you receive this you make someone happy. Go on anonymous and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy, or someone you think needs cheering up. If you get some back, even better, and have a lovely day! [(*≧▽≦) You don't need to send this to 10 people, but I just wanted to let you know you're one of the blogs that make me really happy! Thank you!♡]
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Things an Alex can do...
Tagged by @reshaepocan and @the-lizard-lounge :o
bake a cake from scratch* | ride a Chocobo/other mount | drive a Magitek armor | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | ice skate | unclog a drain | dabble in anything Magitek oriented | saddle a Chocobo | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play Triple Triad | do a handstand | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a witch’s broom | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | wrap a gift | give a good massage | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle deck of cards | pick lock
* Only if Yiz isn’t “helping” because jfc you wouldn’t want to eat that cake at all.
I’ve sadly been MIA for a while so I don’t know who has or hasn’t done this - if you see this post and wanna do the thing, I tag you to do it! :V
Can’t help but stare.
I may or may not have written a short thing to go with this.
Keep reading
OOC Post
(( Alex, please blog the non-IC things to the right blog, you shit ))
[1.1] - Summons
A low hum of voices filled the mess hall of Whitebrim, the sound of fingers drumming against wood accented the din of the room. Waiting. He hated waiting. How long had it been since he had last heard from Zuzeh? A constant in his life despite his best efforts to dissuade the man, only to wake up one morning to find him gone without a word. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but Alexander had grown to enjoy the company of the simple-minded Ala Mhigan, much as he would try to deny it.
The doors to the Crystal Tower had slammed shut, and with that final act it had taken from him everyone that he held dear. His fingers coursed through his hair, pushing it from his face. It had been weeks, stretching into months since the warrior had left. Days ran together as Alexander had once again succumbed to the lures of alcohol and sexual debauchery as a means of escape. All sense of time lost, the pattern repeating itself until a pair of envelopes had found their way to him one morning.
OOC Post
(( I have something I’ve been working on off/on for the past week or two as I can - it’s almost done, so if you like to read things I’ll have a giant glob of IC RP related Alex story here within a few days ))
HOW WAS ALEX RAISED?
HE WAS GENTLY LIFTED UPWARDS
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Okay my terrible penchant for wordplay aside… -cough-
Alex was raised in a variety of locales and under wildly varying conditions. His parents were strict, but fair for the most part. They owned and worked a small farm in La Noscea, and once he was old enough he was to help with various assorted things. Planting and weeding, milking goats, and the like.
After the loss of his parents (I haven’t figured if they’re dead or just missing) during a market trip to Ul’dah, he was left to fend for himself on the streets. [early teen years-ish] This didn’t last for very long, nor did it end overly well. He resorted to thievery and really wasn’t very -good- at it. Survived primarily based on luck alone. Ended up getting caught after he got cocky and pilfered from the same stall a number of times. Merchant had ties to the Syndicate and to deter future thieves, it was decided that Alex would be made an example of. He was whipped to near death, in broad daylight, and left for dead in the middle of the streets. Some kind soul took pity on the kid and not only dragged him from there, but also tended his wounds.
Once he was well enough to travel, he was taken to Gridania and left at the orphanage there. Aspired to be a Wood Wailer, was decent with a lance. Quiet and withdrawn after the events in Ul’dah. Exhibited the ability to manipulate aether and was accepted into the conjurers guild. Lots of nature, lots of study. Managed to get them to teach him to read and write, spent a lot of time with books where he could. Gridania instilled a lot of drive in him for study and learning, even if he’s got a huge dislike of actually using magic.
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