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Eorzea’s okayest black mage | He/They 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 | 34 | Gpose, lorecrafting, and #ffxivfanfic | Sometimes NSFW 🔞

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inmyleylines.bsky.social
As for receiving...

I'm still pretty pleased with the Horny Use Of Lucid Dreaming I wrote for Gentle As Life, Strong As Love. 🤭
“I told you I could keep your tea warm until we were finished.” “So you did. But don’t gloat too much, now—I’ve not finished with you yet.” Zhai’a sets the mug back down and lays his palm flat against B’alith’s stomach. “You are done when I say you are.” This is a side of him B’alith never tires of, so utterly certain of his lover’s need to let someone else be in control, and of his ability to provide. Zhai’a murmurs something in a language he does not recognize; B’alith arches under him with a shocked gasp as a sudden rush of aether pulses through him, and all at once he is shockingly, achingly hard again. “Seven hells,” B’alith gasps, “what are they teaching in the Conjurers’ Guild these days?” “White mages have a few secrets of our own, too.” Zhai’a’s expression softens a little, affection writ plain on his usually severe face, and B’alith thinks his heart might stop again. “Shall I give you another demonstration instead?” He could always make more tea later.
November 24, 2025 at 7:59 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Short Top Sunday: red cat edition.

#gposersnsfw #ffxivnsfw #wolgraha
A closeup of B'alith's hands clutching at G'raha's shoulders and the back of his neck. One of B'alith's legs is partially visible in the corner of the image; his head is tipped back, mouth parted on a cry of pleasure. G'raha and B'alith having sex in the Tuliyollal inn room. B'alith is on his back, legs wrapped around G'raha's waist as G'raha penetrateshim.
November 24, 2025 at 1:55 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
...I feel like I just walked in on something I shouldn't have
Ten Miqo'te sit or lay on a large four-poster bed, all staring up at the camera.
November 23, 2025 at 2:00 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
With all those freckles, it's important to have a healer perform regular and thorough examinations to make sure they're not anything more serious than a little too much sun.

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #wolzhaia
A startled-looking B'alith glances over his shoulder at Zhai'a, who stands behind him with one arm wrapped around his hip and the other reaching up to grab his chest. B'alith is fully naked; Zhai'a is in sweatpants.
November 22, 2025 at 11:40 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
My sun-kissed boy. 💕
A chest-up portrait of B'alith at the beach, showing off the freckles on his chest and shoulders.
November 22, 2025 at 6:10 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Who needs a winter coat when you have a black mage to keep you warm? 🤭

ty @elvensunday.bsky.social for such a beautiful illustration of the lads!!
A digital illustration of Zhai'a and B'alith sharing a kiss in front of a snowy backdrop, surrounded by a frame of wintery branches and glowing ornaments. Zhai'a holds a sprig of mistletoe above them, his posture suggesting that he's standing on tiptoes to reach over his taller partner's head.
November 21, 2025 at 10:31 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Honorable mention also goes to my fic Food For Thought, along with any of the other works where B'alith gets mercilessly bullied by his little sisters. 😄

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/50313919
“Well, what’s he like then?” B’safah popped her stolen fig into her mouth and gave B’intana an expectant look as she chewed. B’intana snorted and rolled her eyes, but the way her ears had gone back to something more like their usual position suggested relief at having the twins’ attention diverted back to her brother’s love life again. “He’s charming.” “And persistent too, if he managed to get dear Alith’s head out of a book long enough to kiss him,” B’zoveh said. She turned her attention back to her eldest brother. “Your last letter said he’s a dancer? Would’ve thought he’d have had an influence on your wardrobe for the better by now, at least.” B’alith flushed. “Q’zhunah likes how I dress. And I was the one who asked him out, if you must know.” “Will wonders never cease!” B’zoveh handed the bottle of wine she’d been carrying to her twin and plucked at the sleeve of his robe with her now-free hand. “Really Alith, don’t you think you can do better than this? You’re quite handsome now that you’ve filled out a bit, and you’re not an apprentice any more. You could afford something a little nicer. Or at least better tailored.” “This suits me just fine,” B’alith replied a little peevishly. “It’s comfortable.” “It’s a sack!” the twins exclaimed in unison.
November 21, 2025 at 7:24 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
I had to really think about this one—my fics often have moments of humor, but I don't write a lot of what I'd call "comedic" work.

Convince Me, one of my Lyse/M'naago fics, fits the bill pretty well I think. They're very playful with each other!

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/45521458 (NSFW)
“Naaaago. Don’t get up yet.” M’naago heaved a long sigh that turned into a jaw-cracking yawn. She’d tried to wiggle out of the small camp bed they’d been sharing in her tent as stealthily as possible to avoid disturbing her bedmate, but Lyse was an impossibly light sleeper. “I have morning watch, love.” “Five more minutes. Pleeeeease?” She wrapped an arm around Lyse’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. “Your sales pitch needs some work if you think that’s supposed to convince me. I thought you Scions were all supposed to be diplomats.” Lyse pouted and burrowed back under the blankets, snuggling up against her side more tightly; M’naago couldn’t help but feel a thrill of delight at how perfectly their bodies twined together. “But you’re so warm.” “Is that all I am to you, just a warm body to ward off the morning chill? And here I thought we had something special.” M’naago’s tone of mock sorrow was tinged with a note of teasing affection—they had this playful argument every time they spent the night together. She had always been an early riser as most Seekers of the Sun were, her natural ability to quickly roll out of bed at first light honed by years of field experience. Lyse most definitely was not. Lyse’s blonde head, irresistibly tousled from sleep, popped out from under the blankets. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she eyed the way M’naago’s undershirt had ridden up while they had slept. “I’ll just have to try a different tactic, then.”
November 21, 2025 at 7:20 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Currently reading: Kit Rocha’s “Queen of Dreams”

Currently frothing at the mouth over: this quote

NAMES. AGH.
She almost missed the days when he'd called her handmaid. At least the title had provided some distance compared to the way he wrapped his tongue around her name, the way he managed to sound exasperated and fond and hungry to taste her all at the same time.
November 20, 2025 at 8:18 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Nothing makes you feel wretched and pathetic quite like getting your heart broken for the first time. 🥲

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/427967...
Two more weeks passed, then three, and still no news came. Inquiries among the merchants on Sapphire Avenue revealed no rumors of ill weather that might have caused a delay, and appealing to Q'zhunah's sister served only to make her worry, too. B'alith became something of a regular at the airship landing as he met each prospective arrival with hopes that were dashed again and again, stubbornly insisting to himself that surely this time he'd be rewarded with the sight of a familiar pair of pale lavender ears and a radiant smile that felt as if it were meant for him and him alone. Q'zhunah had promised he was coming back… hadn't he?
November 19, 2025 at 9:21 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Four years ago, I hit "publish" on Black and White, a fic that I didn't know would become the first in a series that I'm still writing for and have no plans of stopping. These stubborn cats and I have come so far. 😭

#ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic
Black and White by TalesOfTheFox Summary: A black mage and a Hearer put aside their differences long enough to share an evening of passion… mostly. “I don’t think you delayed your own return to Gridania just to do a rather poor job of thanking me for my help when you made a much better attempt at that earlier.” He leaned in close to brush a stray lock of black hair out of Zhai’a’s eyes. “I will ask you again, Zhai’a Nelhah, and I expect you to give me the courtesy of an honest answer this time: what do you want?”
November 19, 2025 at 1:24 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
ty for the tag, Liddy 🥺

tagging it forward, so to speak—share a few snippets and tag some fellow writers!
@ffxiv-dangerbun.bsky.social
@indhii.bsky.social
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@u-andcloud.bsky.social
Koana’s answering scoff had a bit of a hitch in it. “I didn’t take you to be such a romantic.” “That is not usually a word people would use to describe me, no.” B’alith’s ears flicked in embarrassment at the acknowledgement of Koana’s observation, and the truth in his words. “I am as unaccustomed to speaking from the heart like this as you are, but I meant every word I said.” He grinned, unable to resist the opportunity to poke fun at them both just a little. “Hackneyed as they may be.” Koana snorted and gave him an affectionate shove. “They sounded just fine to me.” B’alith smiled again, relief that he seemed to have navigated an unfamiliar emotional landscape without causing too much damage sweeping over him. “How does dinner sound, then? Tacos with Lamaty’i and Intana perhaps, if they’re not too busy saying their own goodbyes?” “I think I’d rather have you all to myself for a little while longer, if that's alright." “That’s more than alright.” B'alith acknowledged him with one of the slow, lazy blinks that Eorzean Miqo'te used to communicate trust and affection—a gesture that would be lost on his Turali lover, he knew, but one that felt important nonetheless. “Don’t tell your sister, but I prefer Aunt Tii’s tacos over Br’uk Evu’s, and I don’t think I could bear to break her heart like that and then leave you to deal with the fallout.” He lost himself in the shape of a familiar body moving against his, all lean muscle and slender curves; the aggressive, untamed hunger that hummed under the surface of such careful, practiced touches. Zhai’a could be an infuriatingly meticulous lover when the mood struck him, taking his own satisfaction from drawing the threads of B’alith’s pleasure so taut that he was trembling and half-mad with need before release was finally granted to him—but much like the green growing things he’d sworn oaths of service too, so too was his husband as relentless as he was patient. “If— gods, you feel good— if we keep going like this we’re going to need to draw a second bath,” B’alith gasped, trying to claw back some semblance of control even as he clutched more tightly at his lover’s back. “If we get out now we’ll both just need to rinse off again later anyway.” Zhai’a bucked against him again with a slow roll of his hips, coaxing another needy whine from B’alith’s throat in response. “And put fresh linens on your bed.” “I don’t want fresh linens. I want the ones that already smell like you.” “I really don’t think you should be standing there.” B’alith’s tail lashed in annoyance. He gritted his teeth and whipped off another fireball. “I said, it’s fine. Will you be quiet and let me–” There was the sudden awful feeling like someone had just inserted a fishhook behind his breastbone and yanked. Hard. He felt himself be pulled from the spot he’d been rooted to a moment before the icicle he’d been hiding behind shattered, sending razor-sharp fragments of ice directly into the path of where he’d been standing. Several of them whistled past close enough that he could feel the disturbance in the air against his cheek, an icy caress that would have shattered his focus as effectively as the abrupt and unwanted rescue from the Scion conjurer against whose chest he was currently pressed. “And I said,” the conjurer—Theo something, was that his name?—hissed in his ear, “I don’t think you should be standing there.” he put his hand on B’alith’s shoulder and shoved, sending him skidding on the icy floor. “Next time consider listening to me, and you’ll not have to restart whatever it is you thaumaturges have to start in order to make fire happen.”
November 18, 2025 at 12:57 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Yessss. I first referenced it in my fic In Vino Veritas and it still makes me laugh. Poor B'alith. 😄
There was a knock at the door. B’alith swore and buried his face against G’raha’s neck. “Please tell me that’s not our friends coming to check on me,” he muttered. “The chances of that are quite high, I’m afraid. You were very drunk.” B’alith made a distressed noise. “You know some healing magic. Please tell me you can do something about this splitting headache?” “Esuna does not work on hangovers. It’s one of life’s great injustices.” G’raha brushed B'alith's hair back from his face and gently kissed his forehead. “You should probably answer the door before someone tries to break it down.”
November 16, 2025 at 10:50 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Lalai is another character whose canon dialog I have to revisit every so often because I worry I write her as too arrogant or sharp-tongued, but no, she really is Like That (and we love her for it).
You'll Never Go Back Lalai: I sense the black magic within you has grown stronger, Forename. You have earned the right of my audience. I am pleased to see that you do not fear your newfound powers. But then, you adventurers were ever wont to embrace the new. You are now ready to set forth on your journey─to find the keys required to seal the voidgate. Hear me well, for mine are Master's own words, and his those of Nald'thal Himself. Shades of Shatotto Lalai: Ah, Forename. I am glad you are here. I would consult with you about a matter that has been gnawing away at my mind. Thanks in no small part to your efforts, the books of Nald'thal have at long last been reunited in these halls, their long-lost secrets just waiting to be unearthed. Though I have scarcely begun poring over the tomes, I have already made a most remarkable discovery. Each of the twin tomes contained a cipher of sorts, the meaning of which could only be deciphered when the two are referenced in tandem. I will spare you the details of how I unraveled the message─though it truly was among my finer moments, if I daresay so myself.
November 16, 2025 at 10:06 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
B'alith's chocobo is named Bucky, because it was the first thing that popped into my head and I knew I'd dither over it forever if I thought too hard about it. 😅

I wrote about how that played out in-universe in my fic Boy Meets Bird!
“...A name?” “Aye, lad, a name! You can't just be going off expecting her to come when you call if you don’t have anything to call her now, do you?” B’alith’s ears twitched nervously. “I… um, I confess I’m not very good with that sort of thing. What have you been calling her?” “This here’s Bucky,” Cingur said. The bird—Bucky, apparently—turned her attention back to the source of her name being used, nudging her keeper's hand expectantly with her beak; he scratched her neck just under her chin, which she submitted to happily. “She seems to like it,” B’alith said. “Is there any reason why I can’t simply keep calling her that?” “Not that I’m aware of, no,” Cingur replied with a shrug. “Bucky it is, then.” He fished out a slip of paper from the pocket of his apron and scribbled something down on it with the pencil he’d been keeping tucked behind his ear. Bucky clacked her beak in displeasure at the loss of her chin scratches, which he blithely ignored.
November 16, 2025 at 9:27 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
#SixSentenceSaturday: Clear direction + Warmth

B'alith's mentor is not exactly known for being free with praise, but given the alternatives she'd rather have a student who's annoyed but alive.

#ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic
#SixSentenceSaturday - 11/08: Clear direction + Warmth "Soften your stance more—weight forward, don't lock your knees." Lalai tapped the back of his leg with her staff, nudging him into a posture that was more to her liking. "Better. Try again." B'alith let his eyes drift closed and took another slow, deep breath, turning his attention to the rise and fall of his chest and the rhythm of his heartbeat, seeking the channels within himself through which he could draw aether to augment his natural reserves of strength. He sent his awareness downward, feeling for the ley lines that hummed within the land around them; a familiar warmth licked up his spine and he let himself sink into it, opening himself to the heady rush of power that lit up every ilm of his skin with sensation and made the very air around him crackle with energy. "For Thal's sake, relax your grip." Lalai's voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere very far away. "Clinging to your staff like that is only going to make your hands hurt." "Is there anything about this that I am doing right?" B'alith muttered, tail switching irritably as he flexed his fingers, trying to relieve some of the stiffness he didn't want to admit was there. "Well, you haven't seriously injured or killed either of us yet, so I suppose that's a point in your favor."
November 15, 2025 at 9:50 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
6. Favorite feature

...I'm gonna have to answer a bunch of these with text screenshots. 😅
B'alith likes: Zhai'a's eyes G'raha's ass Deryk's ears Koana's mouth B'alith's partners like: His freckles (Zhai'a) His hair (G'raha and Deryk) His hands (Koana)
November 14, 2025 at 12:33 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Me too!

Seeing people doing this one as an ask meme, rather than 1 like = 1 answer, so that's how I'll do it as well. Any ship y'all have seen me talk about is fair game (see my pinned for The Chart), including past ones. :3
otp question meme send me a pairing & a number, then I'll tell you: 1. Who is the most affectionate? 2. Big spoon/Little spoon? 3. Most common argument? 4. Favorite non-sexual activity? 5. Who is most likely to carry the other? 6. What is their favorite feature of their partner's? 7. What's the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? 9. Who worries the most? 10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? 11. Who tops? 12. Who initiates kisses? 13. Who reaches for the other's hand first? 14. Who kisses the hardest? 15. Who wakes up first? 16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? 17. Who says I love you first? 18. Who leaves little notes in the other's one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) 19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? 20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship? 21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? 22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? 23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? 24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during inappropriate times? 25. Who needs more assurance? 26. What would be their theme song? 27. Who would sing their child back to sleep? 28. What do they do when they're away from each other? 29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart 30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it
November 13, 2025 at 3:58 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
A very generous lizard has a Pocky Day treat for a very lucky Stormblood-era catboy.

Open up and show her how grateful you are, B'alith.

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #woloc
B'alith kneels on the floor of the Bokairo Inn, arms bound behind his back in a red rope harness. Koharu stands in front of him, nude save for a glowing blue aether strap in a leather harness wrapped around her hips. B'alith looks up at her, mouth parted expectantly. A closer shot from a different angle, focusing on B'alith's expression of hazy-eyed eagerness.
November 11, 2025 at 9:13 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL WEBSITE
Appeal "Sexually Suggestive" label Appeal text: There is an erect penis clearly visible in the second image. The "adult content" label is the more accurate one.
November 11, 2025 at 6:13 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Mods are asleep, post catboys. :3

(pre-Bluesky repost from 2024)

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #wolzhaia
Zhai'a sits on the edge of B'alith's bed. B'alith kneels on the mattress behind him, arms wrapped around his chest. B'alith's body obscures most of Zhai'a's body from the viewer, making it unclear if he's wearing any clothes. A different angle of the same scene, revealing that Zhai'a is fully naked while B'alith wears only shorts. B'alith is leaning over Zhai'a's shoulder to play with his cock.
November 11, 2025 at 6:10 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
healers get to be a little fucked up and scary too, as a treat
Isunnyc: can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context? You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a 'kinda hurts' level of pain and you're physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you'll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time. You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you're healed instead of looking for 'another way around' everybody just looks at you and goes "okay try again". You've been fighting for hours, you're hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you're still hungry, you're still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have 'no excuse' to stop.
November 10, 2025 at 6:50 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
working on checking off checkmarks in my alchemy log as part of the long slog toward the Master Alchemist title, and hey wait a sec what do you mean there's ship lore in here

(Alkalurops is the staff Zhai'a uses)
A crafting log search showing the recipe for the Alkalurops white mage staff is a two-star Alchemy craft.
November 10, 2025 at 4:27 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
"often found growing in parched desert environments"

harvested in Bronze Lake

...I think this game has a different definition of "parched" and "desert" than I do
Sagolii Sage Ingredient A savory herb often found growing in parched desert environments. It is used in cooking and various medicinal ointments and unguents. Gathering source: Upper La Noscea, Bronze Lake
November 10, 2025 at 1:25 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Another lil' bite from the body painting fic I've been slowly making progress on. Writing in present tense is not a mode that comes naturally to me, but I'm pleased with how it's coming together so far!

(I am forever too wordy for the Ellipsus snippet feature. 😭)
The first kiss of the pigment-laden brush is utterly unlike any of the sensations he has tried to imagine. The paint is cool against his skin, refreshing as a shock of cold water after a day spent in the sun, yet somehow strangely dry. Like silk made liquid, he finds himself thinking. It makes the hair on the back of his neck prickle, lights up his nerves with a delicious sort of anticipatory pleasure; he tries and fails to suppress a shudder. Zhai'a's hands are as steady as they always are, but in this the deft surety of a healer's touch has been supplanted by the looser, more sensual grace of an artist. The brush describes a smooth, graceful line down B'alith's neck, lingering at the hollow of his throat before spiraling out again. B'alith drops his head back with a soft gasp, lips parting against a moan he makes no effort to stifle, offering himself up to be adorned as his lover sees fit. Zhai'a has always been more than happy to be rough when the mood strikes him, but repeated experience has taught him that relentless, agonizing patience is a far more effective way to drive B'alith out of his mind with desperate need.
November 9, 2025 at 8:51 PM