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dani | 30 | she/they icon: fooltofancy

[lavampira]

DANI. she/they. 30. lesbian. mexican + white. main interests: oc content, video games, anime, period dramas, classic film, horror/vampires, fantasy, science fiction, art, and literature.

🎮 ffxiv, swtor, hades i & ii, mass effect, dragon age 📖 the everlasting by alix e. harrow 🎥 tokyo ghoul, neon genesis evangelion

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[importantpics]

[tranquildeath]

i was meant to be a 500 year old tree

[cutecapybarapics]

[arte-artem-artibus]

Furuya Kōrin 古谷紅麟 - Kōrin moyō 光琳模様, 1907, woodblock printed book, ink and color on paper, 25 x 18 cm

[roysflowers]

no more daddy. in 2026 all men whimper on floor pathetic

[dazzlingkai]

260308 / WONYOUNG : BANG BANG

[niurd]

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[manafonts]

WIP WHENEVER

tagging [OPTIONAL]: @lavampira, @scionshtola, @coldshrugs, @gothambluebirds, @captainsaku, @robynostornwyn, @eidingate & anyone else if they would like to

i was tagged by @birues late april and also by @myreia for a wip wednesday that i missed because i was working on something at that time and my first draft is always incoherent so i held it back. I will share it today though, granted the piece i am sharing is still unedited, but I hadn't made it this far on wednesday.

Athena/Hegemone? 👍

Hegemone chuckles, "pay no mind. It has been, strangely comforting, this time together."

"Strangely?"

Hegemone clears her throat before taking on Athena's way of speaking, "Your time is valuable, be sure not to waste it."

"I would hardly count this as a waste. It is a much needed respite." A hand rests on Hegemone's knee and she warms, "for us both, I believe."

The contact flares, radiates off the very point of contact spreading through her veins, alighting the nerves one by one as they crawled voraciously through her body and to her mind. Penetrating blue eyes lock onto her, its distinct aetherial glow peering into the very making of her soul. They felt as though they could pierce see ever nerve that scream and buzzed in the confines of her skull.

"I am reminded of a similar time, when you were inducted to the Words of Lahabrea brimming with promise though nervous of your new station." Hegemone is listening, holding the gaze regardless of what [boiled? raged? tbd] within her. "It was much like this, a moment of respite after moons of working alongside you, acting as a mentor until you rightfully rose to the status of respectable peer. Do you recall?"

There are few moments like these. Pinpointing her reference is easy. There was one other time, where a late night turned into a similar rare moment of respite after hours upon hours of joint research. Athena had been more open then, sparing her time for any that would speak, an odd but appealing charm to her that even entranced Lahabrea himself at times.

"In the Acrophys, in Amarout?" Hegemone asked and it earned a smile and a gentle squeeze of her knee, resisting the squirm that crawled up her spine.

"Yes, yes, the very same." Athena said with some excitement snagging Hegemone's attention away from herself. Athena, in the growing haze of her exhaustion, moves half turned her upper body, her hand missing from the spot that burned as if her hand left its mark, gone, moved to lay along the cushions behind her. Athena is close. Closer than she expected.

"What do you remember of that day?" Her voice is low, gentle even, a gentleness she would have never thought she would use with Hegemone for any reason--saved for those who had earned the pleasure of her unnerving charm, her fascinating smile that for once reached her eyes.

Hegemone let the memories return to her, seeking the details of that faithful night, her mind tasked to crawl through decades. They had been working for days-not hours-days, without end. Athena felt herself at the edges of epiphany unable to turn away and Hegemone unable to turn away from Athena. At the end it paid off, the days of never ending work bore fruit and Athena, by declaration, deemed celebration necessary. Of course she would have never made something of a party of it and they celebrated on a similar divan, a pair of partially filled glasses abandoned on a small table, and Athena [lording or looming, pick later] over her.

They had eased into the conversation slowly, brimming with warmth, exhaustion bearing its full weight unto her more than it seemed to press upon her companion. Athena had been soft, gentle with the way they spoke, showered her with praise and attention she was not used to. Small touches and carefully carved smiles gripped her as much as the moment their lips met, and met, and met.

[sitervlitoy]

hey there, sunshine ☀️

[stlamb]

light blue gaultier / enfants riches déprimés antonio marras / agro studio philosophy di lorenzo serafini / galliano

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

it is always narratively correct to make your characters sleep together before they sort through the hundreds of lies and misdirections between them. make things worse make things worse make things worse #i love betrayal #i love lying #i love people feeling bad about themselves

[xlovteez]

ATEEZ @ The Performance 260411

[softwaring]

A wave crashes into a lighthouse in Porto, Portugal. The photographer was dragged by the wave and had to receive care for hypothermia, but is fine now. x

[narrativefoiltrope]

miqomarch2026: day 1: begin

ffxiv | heavily implied g'raha tia x x'rheni nunh (warrior of light) | 1221 words | rated T

summary: you ever like a guy so much you study him like it's your job? (ft. copious footnotes)

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A page from the notebook of G’raha Tia

Notes on the X Tribe of Seeker of the Sun Miqo’te 

When I set out to unravel the secrets of the Crystal Tower, I had not anticipated finding other avenues of research. Yet in the down time between our excursions, my companion(1), the Warrior of Light, X’rheni Nunh, has told me about his life in the reclusive X tribe of the Miqo’te, which piqued my interest. 

From my previous research into Eorzean Seeker practices, there is little available scholarship on this tribe and I was curious to learn more about them. As such knowledge is heretofore undocumented, I now endeavour to note down what insights I have gleaned from our conversations. If, in this process, I come to understand X’rheni more, then that is all the better.

Location:

The X tribe lives in the Fringes of Gyr Abania. Once a stationary group, X’rheni explained that they have been nomadic for years to avoid direct confrontation with Garlean forces as the latter expands its invasion of the territory. Many of their practices (e.g. minimising the number of personal effects each member has, and a deep concern over ensuring the longevity over said effects) are a result of the instability of this forced migration. Despite his sojourn to Gridania over two years ago, these practices appear to be ingrained in my friend; I often see him at night cleaning and mending his gear and weaponry (perhaps more meticulously than the average adventurer, though in this I am—unfortunately—no expert).   

X tribe’s nearest neighbours are the M tribe, yet these two rarely interact. I am given to understand that this is not from lack of interest on behalf of the M tribe, but rather that the X tribe has operated in a closed manner for many generations, since the Autumn War. It seems that beyond the occasional crossing of paths with the M tribe or confrontations with Garlean forces, X tribe does not engage with the wider populace of Gyr Abania, much less Eorzea.  

Tribal structure:

Somewhat similar to their neighbouring M tribe, X tribe is an outlier in its organisation of power. The nunh(2)—only one of which exists at a time, unlike in larger tribes—not only has a monopoly on fathering children, but also on political power. He is the head of the tribe and his word is absolute, which X’rheni bitterly recounted.

The power the X tribe nunh has does not, however, extend to other men in the tribe on the basis of maleness. Despite their small numbers in the tribe, the nunh and whomever he is grooming to take his place frequently single out and mistreat tia men and boys because their presence—according to X’rheni—represents a potential threat to the nunh and his successor(3).

Beyond the nunh, X’rheni said that it was the women of his tribe who held the most power, albeit in an informal capacity. Female elders, as well as adult women who had mothered children, oversaw the daily operation of the tribe. X’rheni’s mother, X’keza, was well regarded and acted as the collective voice of the women.

Tribal composition:

X tribe’s numbers have dwindled since the Seventh Umbral Calamity. Once 60+ members strong, many succumbed to injuries in the wake of the Calamity and others have since died as a result of Garlean invasion. When X’rheni left, his tribe numbered around 40 members. 

Due to these small numbers, a shift has occurred in the operation of the tribe: while larger tribes may have people occupy specific roles (e.g., healer, mender, hunter, childcare provider), all members of X tribe are now taught all the skills necessary for the preservation of the tribe, with older members teaching younger members, and members stepping into roles based on need on a given day. (X’rheni spoke of doing the following, all in one day: hunting, looking after his younger sisters(4), healing minor wounds, woodworking, and leatherworking.) It appears as though this collectivist culture sits alongside the aforementioned highly autocratic power structure, though X’rheni did not remark on the oddity of this. 

Intra-tribal relationships:

While there is a strong collectivist culture in X tribe, X’rheni noted that children stay with and are primarily looked after by their biological mothers, though other tribe members help as needed. Half-siblings are not necessarily treated as family unless the mothers are close with one another. 

What I found perhaps most fascinating was what X’rheni shared with me about X tribe’s approach to romance and sex. Romantic and most sexual relationships are expressly forbidden and have been since the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo approximately 22 years ago. Though I would speculate that such relationships were banned in order to keep the population manageable for a group forced to migrate and operating in scarcity conditions, X’rheni cited an incident in which a tia and a woman had an illegitimate child together as rationale. The banning of sexual contact extends to even that between members of the same sex as well as teenagers, and applies to everyone save for the nunh and the women he chooses to bear his children. Penalties for engaging in romantic or sexual relationships outside of these bounds include disfigurement(5) or exile.

I shall continue to add to these notes as and when X’rheni shares further information with me. Although not my area of expertise, I cannot help but find myself compelled to learn more about these practices(6), different as they are from what I remember of my own tribe in Corvos, not to mention other Eorzean tribes. 

Notes:

Should these notes become public, I feel it necessary to clarify that we are companions in the adventuring sense. X’rheni is my sword arm in the Crystal Tower, and is mentoring me in archery. 

I should also clarify that X’rheni is not a nunh of the X tribe as I describe: he never fathered children nor occupied a role of political power. (In fact, he responded rather hostilely when I asked upon meeting how his children were, though I meant no offence.) Rather, he adopted the title upon leaving the tribe allegedly to denote his break from it. I believe that ‘nunh’ represents a certain ideal he wished (mayhap wishes?) to embody.

He had a difficult time looking at me during that particular conversation. There may be something more to it than what he divulged.

He lights up when he mentions his sisters, several of whom are significantly younger than he, and I find myself captivated by his eyes. Never before have I considered the beauty in heterochromia—given the teasing I endured for mine own—yet it is increasingly difficult to look away from his purple and gold eyes. (4a: I must remember to keep this journal hidden well away in my tent at Saint Coinach’s Find; I do not yet know how X’rheni would react should he catch wind of such sentiments on my part.)

The long scar across X’rheni’s forehead and cheek is the result of one such penalty, though I shall not go into detail about the event that preceded this. 

If I am honest with myself, it is not only the tribe that compels me, but also the man. Ah, he calls at my tent now asking if I would like to continue our archery lessons; I shall return to this later. 

[feral-ballad]

Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty”

[Text ID: “you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone. you’re good at that.”]

[jeongyunho99]

#OurRadiantYunhoDay (990323) Happy Birthday to the most precious human being ever ❤️