This new armor I got in #ffxiv has me breathless.

Chest windows really are the best.

My body is a MACHINE that turns AU RA WOMEN into MOTHERS

Fuck complicated character profiles. Fuck moral alignments and personal manifestos.

Is your character “I’m at soup” or “what do you mean you’re at soup”?

When everyone thinks you’re staring out into the stars taking in the beauty of the cosmos, but in actuality you’re poring over them all wondering which one you’ll finally find a home in the light of

I FUCKING LOVE BLUESKY

I LOVE SCREAMING INTO AN ABYSS THAT’S JUST POPULAR ENOUGH THAT PEOPLE YELL BACK WHILE ALSO BEING NICHE ENOUGH THAT I DON’T HAVE TO ACTUALLY SOCIALIZE WITH ANYONE

Having OCs is fabulous. One minute you’re daydreaming about them doing something they love and having fun with it, and the next you’re mentally slamming them into each other like kitbashed Barbie dolls in the hands of children who are trying to imitate Jersey Shore.