E N J O Y T H E S I L E N C E

● ☾ ● WHAT NHAAMA SPEAKS, ● ☽ ● ● ☾ ● WE DO NOT UNSPEAK. ● ☽ ●

[altan-qestir]

Look who I found! :D

@istolin

[thedudeffxiv]

Random ask: Who are some people you'd like your character to meet or interact with ICly?

Everyone here! I would like to interact with @luck-and-larceny @dumb-hat @yvainethorneathidrial @tessariel-aerlinn @fatedancer @yuki-yukichan @craftramsay @kugane-bois @raven-thatcher @uldah-cat @tough-bit-of-fluff @thegoodmedicus @reiyah-ffxiv @everdreamtree @blind-wardancer @clockworkgunblade @lettersnorth @altan-qestir @scholarlostintime @janijaire @manipurra @rinrin-rinalys @fair-fae @elu-delouche-ffxiv @ofswordsandseductions-ffxiv @sukijazine @regisfiline @songofthemeadow @verdandir 

I am really sorry if I have missed anyone but I want to rp with everyone that would like to interact. I know there is only so much time even with myself at the moment so I know things can’t always happen but those are a few blogs that I haven’t had much interaction with ICly and would enjoy it happening one day.

I also want to rp with all the anon OCs out there! Thanks anon for the ask.

[altan-qestir]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I still want to do the RP we talked about! Possibly this weekend, since I am off of work!

Thank you for thinking of me! :sob:

[quotemadness]

To be alive at all is to have scars.

John Steinbeck (via down-the-rabbith0le)

[altan-qestir]

1. Chocobo - Who is your best friend? Tell the story of how you met!

Altan couldn’t help the most adoring flash of fangs across his face.

A hand plucked up the silver crescent-moon pendant that he wore about his neck. A moment to admire it; bright eyes watched the lamplight glint off its subtle curves. Fingertips let its weight twirl ever-so-softly on unfelt currents of air in the room. It was a few sweet heartbeats before a reverent slowness lifted that pendant up just a little further — and touched it to his lips. The Moon Mother lingered there for a time, cold metal pressed flush against midnight skin.

Those lips began to move. No sound escaped, but their motions formed shapes that could’ve turned to words, were there enough breath and intent behind them. Those breaths were coasting softly around the silver moon instead; across the space between the two of them... and over the flat of the Xaela’s upturned palm. As the Dusk Mother ‘spoke,’ that palm began to swirl with little bluish-silver puffs of some glimmering powder, billowing high...

...and when that shimmery billow at last settled, an agate figurine of a horse stood proudly on his palm, where none had been before.

Altan let the pendant fall back to his chest, brimming all anew with pride. Swish of a point to Her; to the horse; then to himself: that was how the Xaela and his best friend met.

Nhaama spoke — and Altan received.

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Thank you, @superbilliam it won’t let me tag you AAAAAA. Also @ofthesilverlining and @lukawarrioroflight who additionally asked this!

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Prompt: “Creatures of Eorzea” Character Development Prompt! (No longer accepting!)

[hiddenportal]

broken and beautiful~victoria pettella

[hiddenportal]

true nature~victoria pettella

[altan-qestir]

Puk - What is that one food you absolutely can not resist?

This one was easy to answer.

Altan held up a palm to face the other — that ever-universal signal to wait — and ushered himself toward the vast stacks of crates and barrels of preserved foodstuffs lining the interior walls of his yurt. A moment to rustle and jostle through a particular crate’s contents, glass clanking a cacophony against other glass... before a bark of triumph at last burst from his throat!

The Xaela swished proudly around, a jar of pickled turnips clutched dear to his chest.

Grunt, twist— and a hearty pop. The jar opened, and a flood of vinegar and ginger and peppercorns wafted through the air; Altan held the jar forward, contents softly sloshing... as profoundly as that hungry glint in his eyes seemed to betray him.

After all, he still had his manners. And his guest should always get first pick.

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Thank you, @flosxxfilia, and @saeils-ooc-hub who also asked this!

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Prompt: “Creatures of Eorzea” Character Development Prompt! (No longer accepting!)

[altan-qestir]

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ahahahaaa.

I have gone into this a little already, but. Nipples. Hohmygod, some nipples / areolas.

Anything and everything he can do both to and with them, with his hands or his piercing implements* or his mouth, I guarantee you that you could use this man’s dick to cut diamonds the entire time. He just loves everything about them. Their deep dark color contrast against skintone, the variation in their ridged and bumpy texture, the way they stiffen when stimulated and the reactions he can get out of a man who likes them played with... 

It all amounts to one whole entire Yes™. Please let him at them for as long as you please; you won’t regret it.

*Note: piercing in a professional context is different, naturally. Homeboy’s not over here springing boners on his clients or anything; I promise.

Thank you, @thedudeffxiv!

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Prompt: Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW) - Still accepting!

[kirstenamber]

you feel like sunshine and warmth in my hands

[sivar-ffxiv-hub]

@altan-qestir

[poems-and-word]

Poems & Words

[wnq-writers]

those things that stir you, let them devour you

[anxietyproblem]

[prettypositivity]

it’s never too late. for anything: to apologize, to chase a dream, to try again, to forgive, to pick up a hobby, to fall in love, to change. you can do it whenever you want

[jacquieaiche]

love always @jacquieaiche

[balmungblessings]

Reblog this if you’re totally ok with people who know you from Tumblr interacting with you in-game!

I saw that other post going around and looked at the notes and, wow, we’re a bunch of shy goobers.  Maybe we should just embrace the fact we’re a bunch of awkward nerds and roll with it!

[weltenwellen]

Czeslaw Milosz, tr. by Robert Haas, from “Late Ripeness”, Second Space: New Poems

[sparehorn]