dei ⚔️ in my ghetsis feelings

Hey guys, it's totally ok to like women btw. Its also totally ok to have an oc that identifies as a woman. I promise they dont have cooties

Tbh I’m glad I held off on posting this bc revisiting is just so chef’s kiss 🥺

A sketchpage featuring a younger Ghetsis and my OC, Eris. Ghetsis wears a suit, while Eris wears a little black dress. Both are dressed for a jazz lounge. The first scene is of Ghetsis when he’s younger with both his eyes visible, cigar in his mouth and holding a glass of whiskey compared to Ghetsis when he’s older with his monocle. Accompanying text: with a monocle VS play boy The second scene is Ghetsis carrying a flustered Eris in one arm. Accompanying text: thought about; Eris get drunk first, bc she was nervous by meet his new aspect for the first time, so Ghetsis pay all and carry her to his place by Uber. well that was my excuse and what I truly thought is I just wanna draw that Eris in his arm The third scene is Eris and Ghetsis being shown from behind, Eris sipping on a martini while Ghetsis grabs her ass. Accompanying text: I think it will be completely covered when Getsis put his hand on Eris back with one hand The fourth scene is Eris against Ghetsis’s chest while he laughs. Accompanying text: I want Ghetsis to laugh out loud for once. It's exciting to imagine he showing something she never knew

more of jazz club Eris and Ghetsis ☺️💚🖤🤍

by @coco-100-iluvya.bsky.social

#yumesky | #eristag | #pokemonOC | #accesoshipping | #ghetsis

Anyway. Yawns. Happy fuck your father figure Friday!

Odeline is still my babygirl and I love her and her story and I love my friends’ OCs and stories but I’m ngl seeing xiv opinions from anyone on what they should/shouldn’t do is making me try to blow up my phone with psionic blasts

atp im not turning into the Joker I’m turning into Jean Grey

need rev biting into shinryu with “every week until you like it”

Maybe I’ll talk scents for my other girls too……

Her candle is actually jasmine, frankincense, and myrrh to give her a kind of “I’m in church but my crush is on a pew two rows up and I can smell her perfume” type of vibe (I just wish I had a better jasmine fragrance oil xP)

#odeqotd

I associate Odeline heavily with jasmine, but it has to be the photorealistic scent of a real jasmine flower, otherwise the smell can be too soapy or powdery. I think the heady fragrance of the blooms suits her perfectly.

Longfic ch8 done…….. I’m at 12k now which is more than I’ve written for one singular fic (not counting my writes collections)

How it feels to talk with people about our OCs sometimes

chibi nugget for @notgodzilla.bsky.social
#commission | #chibinugget

Oh actually I know what to do for wip Wednesday

sage mention!

Im ngl I dunno what to share now that I published Xtransceiver fic ch3 🧍

Like I have more stuff cooking but liiiiiiiike idk.

Read “for you, angels have fallen” instead of any wip I might post 🤪

Happy Szo day!!! 🥳

wip Wednesday eh……….

She’s fine, just taking a break from socmed!

Bc Sophie is not using socmed rn let me be the bearer of good news and say she just came up on 50k words 💜🥹

Not the curse of the character color……

Chapter 3: like the naraka of avici and raurava Sometimes, he thinks: This must be hell. Perhaps he did kill his father. Perhaps he daubed essence of nightshade onto the mouthpiece of his mother's opium pipe. His parents are long dead, and perhaps it was his fault, like his mother always said it would be. But this is not Avici. The sin he has committed must be something far more deplorable than patricide or matricide. Dante wrote of Limbo that the gentlest circle of hell did punish those who resided therein by knowing the grace of God's light without hope of ever having His salvation. Ghetsis knows— This circle of hell should have been the last. That this punishment is far too cruel. If it were last, perhaps God's light would be nothing more than a faint glow, enough to cast shadows onto the cavernous walls, and in so doing, allowing the damned to exist in blissful ignorance, eyes used to only darkness. There is no name for the hell he has been cast into. Sometimes, he thinks he can smell cigarette smoke and roses, and thinks: If I call for her, surely she will come back home.

like the naraka of avīci and raurava

ghetsis/oc | Ch3 | Explicit

#deifanfication | #erisfic | #pokemonfic | #yumesky | #ghetsis

link: archiveofourown.org/works/785749...

Miss Odeline 🩵💜😇

eutrope and the tyrant lay in bed, curled up together. eyes closed, he kisses the nape of her neck; she looks back at him, content.

🥺🥺🥺 (by @/hyomoee)

#thetyrant #eutrope #crystalcms

Chapter 3: like the naraka of avici and raurava Sometimes, he thinks: This must be hell. Perhaps he did kill his father. Perhaps he daubed essence of nightshade onto the mouthpiece of his mother's opium pipe. His parents are long dead, and perhaps it was his fault, like his mother always said it would be. But this is not Avici. The sin he has committed must be something far more deplorable than patricide or matricide. Dante wrote of Limbo that the gentlest circle of hell did punish those who resided therein by knowing the grace of God's light without hope of ever having His salvation. Ghetsis knows— This circle of hell should have been the last. That this punishment is far too cruel. If it were last, perhaps God's light would be nothing more than a faint glow, enough to cast shadows onto the cavernous walls, and in so doing, allowing the damned to exist in blissful ignorance, eyes used to only darkness. There is no name for the hell he has been cast into. Sometimes, he thinks he can smell cigarette smoke and roses, and thinks: If I call for her, surely she will come back home.

like the naraka of avīci and raurava

ghetsis/oc | Ch3 | Explicit

#deifanfication | #erisfic | #pokemonfic | #yumesky | #ghetsis

link: archiveofourown.org/works/785749...

Ok we are clocking in at 4.8k. I am done. God bless.

I say this mostly because I just finished a chapter that I will be posting sometime today but be not afraid of it is. My pokemon yumeship.

(If you like bad dads pls enjoy ☺️)

Oh I see I’ve gotten a handful of new followers for some reason? :o

Hello and welcome! Most of you look like XIV accounts so I just want yall to know I am very deep in the pokemon mines rn (though I will still post about my wol and her bfs occasionally!)

a screenshot of the music video Planet of the Bass, it has a man in a white outfit and angel wings, a woman in a robe and a crown, the caption reads "Women are my favorite guy"

happy international women's day to all my international women

title: The Hand of Mercy author: pentacles summary: This, Haumeric thinks as Mercy shifts in closer, close enough for one of her bare thighs to press against his own thankfully-clothed thighs, was a terrible idea. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to ground himself, but quickly finds that doing so does nothing at all to help, and instead only draws the scent of her perfume deep into his lungs and further clouds his mind in the process. He keeps his eyes closed, however, desperately thinking that perhaps he'll wake up any moment to find that this is simply another dream much like the ones he's been having near-nightly since she had first offered him her hand in greeting upon arriving from Ul’dah.

this fic brought to you by seeing <•the hand of mercy•> so many times in-game that it started to feel like a sign (the hand of mercy, haumeric/WOL, E, 1.9k words)

#pentaclesfic #haumercy

archiveofourown.org/works/80775356

a white-haired miqo'te with yellow eyes stands amidst the wreckage of the singularity reactor. one of her hands reaches back to wrap around the hilt of a greatsword. what could be armor fragments or bodies lay at her feet.

singularity reactor (by @ubwmitekure.bsky.social)

#artcelia | #arceliatag

I don’t think I’m gonna be done tonight yall