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Choso vs internet

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& 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥; 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥.

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ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩,

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢

& 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔶.

#YaxinStudio| #miqote| #GPOSERS|# ReShade| #solonamods

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Happy Hump Day!

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𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕋𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪

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Hehehe

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Stormy Seas

**Feat. a friends oc: "Cyril Stacy" @diastrefo **

A chill crawled down my spine. I’d like to think it was from the wind and the rain but I wasn’t so naïve. Captain Cyril Stacy... I mentally kicked myself. I should’ve pried for more information, but I was desperate to leave that bloody town. The barkeep I’d bribed with my last gil had mentioned there was only one ship leaving port that night but he, very likely willingly, had left out the most important detail of all… who captained the vessel. I had thanked the Twelve for the thick clouds blocking the moon's light as I snuck aboard. It must have been sheer luck that I was able to make it to the cargo hold, tucking my small frame amongst the barrels and crates below. Or so I thought.  

I clutched the ratlines, desperate to remain upright. My legs unaccustomed to the sea, let alone it being as angry as it was at that moment. Another wave rose and sea water rushed across the deck. Gripping the ropes, I pulled myself up with full intent to climb. At that moment, lightning flashed and illuminated the world. That’s when I saw his face… and his damned smile. My brows furrowed in frustration. The bastard was enjoying this. We were enveloped in darkness again, save for the lanterns. In this storm, they didn’t provide much light. Not wasting time, I stretched my arm above me to continue my ascent. I wasn’t really sure what my plan was and my stomach turned with the idea of running from a fight. However, I was ill-equipped to take anyone on, let alone him.

The only belongings I owned were the clothes on my back, the coat I’d left below, a dagger and the choker around my neck. The dagger and choker never left my person, being my most valuable possessions. Holding my weight with one hand, I reached down to pull the weapon from my boot, tucking the handle between my teeth. Briefly my eyes scoured the deck, searching for my pursuer. Why hadn’t he called his crew to hunt me instead? Why was their illustrious Captain giving chase himself on such a dangerous night?  

A deep voice slid through the howl of the wind. I wasn’t sure where it’d come from but I needed no further warning to move faster. Finally I’d reached the platform just above the yard. I leaned back against it, wrapping an arm around it to hold me steady while removing the dagger from my mouth with the other. I wasn’t going down without some sort of fight and kept my gaze at the edge of the platform, watching for any sign of the man who hunted me.

Personally, I was willing to stay there as long as was necessary to stay out of his hands. Fate thought otherwise. A large wave rose beside the ship. I watched in horror as the monstrous wall of black and deep greens and blues rose higher still. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, as if allowing me to contemplate my life and why I’d decided to step foot on a ship, this ship, at all. The roar of the ocean was deafening as the wall of water came crashing down on top of me. It pinned me against the mast and pitched the ship to the side. A thought flashed across my mind and I hoped, just for a second, that the Captain would be washed overboard.

I could feel myself sliding. Desperately I drove my dagger into the wood below me, my sad attempt to keep from being pulled off of the platform. Just as the ship was righting itself I slipped. And I fell. My arms flailed about to catch anything. How far up had I climbed? I thought as I fell through the air. Then with a loud slam, I hit the deck. I swore I heard bone and wood alike splintering and breaking. The air was knocked from my lungs and sharp pain shot through me as if the lightning above had struck me. The darkness of night seemed to be growing closer, enveloping me like a blanket. Just before it overtook me, something seemed to form from the blackness itself. A man? A gold orb drew closer and I could see the white of his teeth with that same arrogant smile on his face. Ah, Captain Stacy. I wanted to laugh but my lungs wouldn’t expand. Finally, unconsciousness claimed me.

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ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.

ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ.

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𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖,

𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖.

𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤,

𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤.

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Starting up a new alt and

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Island Vibes

Somewhere in The Southern Seas was a tiny little unnamed island. Not many knew its location. It was one of those places you had to know where to look to find it. This island was home to no one, completely uninhabited save for a few lizards and maybe one opo-opo who'd mysteriously ended up there. There were hardly even any resources. A tiny freshwater spring only large enough to drink from and one sad looking tree that bore an oddly sour fruit. The area of ocean this island was located in was often subjected to hurricanes and strong tropical storms. There wasn't a single stretch of land for hundreds of miles in any direction. There was quite literally nothing appealing about this island and yet, one single soul regularly sought it out. 

Stretched out on the ground beneath the fruit tree was a petite framed Miqo'te. Despite the warm weather and high noon sun, she was fully clothed. Knee high black leather boots, fitted gray cotton trousers, black belt cinched snugly, and a form fitting white cotton shirt with loose sleeves tucked into her pants. One arm was tucked beneath her head and the other draped lazily across her brow, blocking out the rays that seeped through the trees' fronds above. She crossed one leg over the other, her foot wiggling to some tune she'd been humming. Waves crashed against the shore. A breeze rustled the flora around her. It was shaping up to be another peaceful day. 

A golden pocket watch hung from her hand as she twirled the chain around her fingers. She tucked it into her palm, her thumb rubbing across the gilded case. A knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. She could still picture the expression on the dimwits face that she'd won the trinket from. His eyes looked ready to pop out of his too-red face. She hadn't expected to win either. There had been a chocobo race happening the night before she'd left the bustling coastal town. Figuring a quick bet couldn't hurt, she'd tossed some money into a bird. One win turned into another and suddenly she was the proud owner of a shiny new (to her) watch. She wasn't a gambler. Lady Luck didn't like her that much. But she loved shiny things. And when people ran out of money, they bartered with shiny things. When they didn't, she usually helped herself when they weren't looking.

There was a rustle of movement above. The Miqo'te lowered her arm and one sea green eye peeled open to glance up. She didn't have time to react as one of the thick shelled fruits fell and collided with her forehead. The yowl that tore from her throat sent a nearby pair of lizards scurrying for cover. She sat up with a huff, rubbing the pain from her head.

"You little… See if I ever bring you another tart again you ungrateful…. Ugh!" Words failed her as she grabbed the fallen fruit and threw it up at the furred demon. The primate chittered in anger as it scampered off to fetch the fruit.

"Yeah, to you too buddy." She muttered, bringing her knees up and resting her forearms on them. The resident opo-opo had a love-hate relationship with her. She brought primate goodies every time she came by, which wasn’t really that often. Given how far south this slice of Thal’s Halls was, she made an appearance once or twice a year. Every time, without fail, the little cretin pulled some prank or other. This stay was longer than her usual and she began to wonder if she’d overstayed her welcome.  

Her gaze was drawn out to the horizon, where crystal blue sky met midnight blue waters. It was a rare cloudless day in these parts. Her brow furrowed as she squinted her eyes, spotting an anomaly in this picture perfect scene. There was a ship in the distance. The only vessels that came this far south were smugglers but this ship had gone even farther. She sifted through her mental notes of the not-so-local smuggler dens and realized none were close. What was this crews’ objective? Her tail twitched curiously and the itch for chaos made her restless. She tucked the watch she was still holding into her shirt pocket and stood. 

As her eyes followed the distant ship, she clicked her tongue in thought. Maybe I should find a crew to join again. Her ears flattened as a memory long past surfaced, a time that had almost cost her her life. Of a pirate crew that promised her a family and a place among them. Ironic, thinking the two could coexist. She'd seen it though. Crews that, while they might smuggle and plunder, looked after one another. They didn't try to… a low growl rumbled in her chest and she shoved the memory away. 

She'd decided she was meant to be on her own. A "free lance pirate" she liked to call herself. She held herself a little straighter, her shoulders pushed back. Life might get a little rough every now and then but she was getting by. One of these days she'd get her hands on something big. She had no plans of settling down anywhere any time soon but who didn't like some extra cushioning. 

She scooped up her bag and plopped her hat back on her head, wincing as it rubbed against the knot that'd formed on her brow. She rummaged through a pocket and pulled out a simple fruit tart she hoped was still good and set it on a nearby rock.

"Here's your snack you menace!" She called out to the island's only inhabitant. A small chuckle escaped her as she made her way to the dinghy she'd tied to a tree. Her sloop was small and plain, anchored just off shore. It was given to her years ago by the one person in this world she called a friend. As she rowed back to it, she eyed the fading name on the starboard side. The Promise. Another memory tried to surface but she let it slip by with a shake of her head. The only reason she continued to sail without a crew was because of this island; the one place she could let the world in without fear. There was no desire to lead a crew and the only reason she’d joined one before, aside from empty promises, was the treasure. Her skill lay mostly in the ability to piss people off, picking pockets, and lying. She was good with a dagger and some other small blades, but couldn't handle a gun even if it'd save her life. 

Finally on the ship and everything tied and strapped in place, she set sail in the direction of that ominous vessel she'd spotted earlier. The wind was with her and the familiar buzz of excitement made her fingertips tingle. It would be a long time before she'd be able to come back here but spending the past week on that tiny island was enough of a recharge. Her golden hair whipped in the wind as ocean spray misted her face. She grinned as The Promise sped towards the north western horizon. The ship's name was meant to be positive and uplifting. In her hands, though, it was trouble. A promise to live her life how she wanted, even if she was likely to make a few enemies.