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layla-grey · 2 years

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A brief respite with @captainkurosolaire Hades x Persephone, after the fall

#hades x persephone #kuro solaire #halloween #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv crystal #ffxiv gpose #gpose

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layla-grey · 2 years

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~ Our Eternity ~ Persephone x Hades

Ft. @layla-grey / @laylahcousland

#hades #persephone #ffxiv #ffxivrp #kuro solaire #the golden thread

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layla-grey · 2 years

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There are hills t’ run up them alone is too daunting, We’d rather often, that the hills grew underneath us. Never fulfilling or seeking out what could’ve been Perhaps giving up on ourselves before even starting, I whose covered in all wrongs, sleeved with trouble written ov’ ink, battered n’ failures. Even I contemplated to ever ascend for something higher and scouring Nearly accepting there’s no plausible way, I could ever reach it, be more Ran around shattered a shell of his former brilliance and boisterous confidence If I didn’t have those things, was I even notable. That hill didn’t disappear from my sight, it beckoned me still and upon it, I found a gate to paradise Arm’s of acceptance, an embrace all but the freedom It didn’t expect me to climb uniquely, special, or b’ any extra exceptional Patiently despite any flaw I may had, upon that paradise I sought to conqueror it not alone, but myself For she deserved no less, fer bestowing me immortality. @layla-grey -CKS

#his sakurasou #her kaizoku #ffxiv rp #ffxiv #this golden thread

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layla-grey · 3 years

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Completed ~ Master List Of The 30 Day Challenge - 2021

Page 1 (Foster) ~ Aftermath Page 2 (Aberrant) ~ Unconfined Page 3 (Scales) ~ Black & Gold Page 4 (Baleful) ~ Sun's Son Page 5 (Extra) ~ Spiritual Ruins Page 6 (Avatar) ~ Black Miracle Page 7 (Speculate) ~ A Tale Saved Page 8 (Adroit) ~ Pandemonium Page 9 (Friable) ~ Cerberus Page 10 (Heady) ~ Parley of Oceans Page 11 (Preaching to the Choir) ~ Reclaiming Living Page 12 (Extra) ~ A Beheld Legend Page 13 (Oneirophrenia) ~ The Storm of Heartbreak Page 14 (Commend) ~ Whetstone Page 15 (Thunderous) ~ Dead Man's Note Page 16 (Crane) ~ Arcade Page 17 (Destruct) ~ Reality Check Page 18 (Devil's Advocate) ~ Black Spots Page 19 (Extra) ~ Birds of a Feather Page 20(Petrichor) ~ Counsel Page 21(Feckless) ~ The Sol Problem Page 22(Fluster) ~ Kiss of Death Page 23(Soul) ~ Uebok Page 24(Illustrious) ~ Forgiveness Page 25(Silver Lining) ~ Evolutive Process Page 26(Extra) ~ Golden Thread Page 27(Benthos) ~ Warfare Page 28(Bow) ~ Just Communication Page 29(Debonair) ~ Layered Page 30(Abstracted) ~ Give Up, Butterfly Page 31(Extra) ~ Genesis Closing up all this below the cut with an Update. Shout out to @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for always hosting this stuff yearly.

Defeated this years challenge. Did it majority to tribute to a friend who passed away, now marks ten years, he was my first and childhood friend... So isn't someone I could possibly forget. Figured putting all my health and heart into something was really the only way I could really immortalize, I was of course, prevented from doing the original salutes because often spend my time hospitalized. Took everything to actually achieve this. Between already some intense injuries, hernia's and spiked autism, still managed to conqueror over those, beat myself. No question, I feel proud to do-so, but also be awhile to really recuperate. To give proper feeling. So I'll be taking a hiatus for while, between this and Daily Practice being my duo-duty, things. I wanted to push myself to limits and I've over-exceeded them. I'll have to go back on the mend October and beyond. I'll probably reach out with collaborations still once I recuperate enough, but next I'll have to physically recondition myself, probably after I get some operations. I want to give my appreciation and celebrate though all the people who took part of the Challenge and community doing it alongside with so many talented, was inspirational. Also have to thank, @scholarlybreadbun for cheering me through it all, she's a one-of-kind exceptional friend to treasure. <3 Alongside for the people who even made me able to write for this long and kept me in this for six + years and more-so, always motivating and pushing me to be and achieve, more, beyond just writing even. @aylamoenwyb @lavender-hemlock @layla-grey @crow-iv @under-the-blood-moonlight @phoebe-of-ivalice @cadrenebula @lukawarrioroflight @zhauric @snow-covered-moon I'm not the type who forgets their past, or the present and especially those I look forward to futures with too. You're all extremely the best and there's so many, more I could list. Just know there's a lot of love. Next year I hope to be rebounded, grounded and ideally I'll aim even larger in challenges. Always cheers, hearties.

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layla-grey · 3 years

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#ff14 balmung #ffxiv #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv mods #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv rp #ffxivsnaps #ffxiv balmung #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv lfrp #ff14 #ff14 rp #playing with gpose #ffxiv screenies #gposers #ffxiv gposers #ffxiv gifs #repost #His Starbound

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layla-grey · 3 years

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Prompt #26 ~ Golden Thread

@layla-grey

She represents the key to my resurrection. For the longest time, I believed the flower I saw in my despondent youth. That Sakurasou was my own... That wasn't the case. When I became marooned, rabid and left to the Savage Lands of the Black Shrouds. I drew line's to survive. Eventually transforming wild, unhinged. My heart was always insignificant even before I met the one who'd crushingly revealed it was coal, under First Love and First Crewmate, how couldn't I... I faltered and failed. The spiraling didn't stop until I was so far lost and gone. Until that flower was carried to me. Even though I was no-longer, the same or within control, I was now what was hunted. To thrive I had to adapt to becoming nature, as-well. I shredded away my flesh. Deep down the core of me, still, for some reason, wanted to survive. I felt otherwise. Gradually a bearer who came after that Flower's appearance, brought my skin. Her endearing company couldn't coexist in my cruel world, too sweet, fragile, of course when I fell again... She was murdered through the entanglement of jealously. Although, I knew it was simplistically me. Who might've well been the killer. I wandered aimlessly in the dark. Then I would be introduced with an eternal moon, her song drew to me, captivated and resonated a rapture. I felt resonating illumination. Under her bask, my insignificance was being chipped away.

She was something I could be true with. Expose myself freely. In-return she brought my dreams to life. Turning me into the Pirate Captain that eventually became renowned. Scraping gradually away, I found sight of something particular. I'd have accomplished many things, I held booties, plunder, for all to see. Then, I was shown it again. Happiness that glimmered and glistened before me often was fleeting, but this felt more substantial. I was oblivious although, and even though, I found unity with the Moon, I began obscuring it. Doing so much in-order for me to coexist, it forced itself to produce light, it pushed waves more difficult than it. When I saw that, I was incompetently bringing pain to what I cared for... I couldn't operate again. It kept getting worse. I tried so desperately to change my destination but I was so far gone in the midst of seas, It owned me. Every-time I declared peace, a nightmare surfaced. I was the liability of death. I turned eternal, to age from stress... I brought grief and tear's, and worry. My heart eventually became hollow, forcing a ritual to sever it. I was cursed, destined, not made to suddenly get normality. Right when I foolishly thought someone like me could change my course, into a regular and simple one. I used that flower to bond and ceremoniously marry the Moon. What she received was rubbish. I knew that, so I began replacing myself for others who could praise her, carry her better like how she deserved, eventually. I lost it all again. A battle with a devil, she told me not to go, they did... If I just listened to her wisdom. I wouldn't have met my calamity. Lost everything I built again. My crew, all of it. That enchanting Moon, especially, was redirected and now out of my reach. When I beckoned, her eye's were, through and all I wanted when I saw that gaze, was just to be ended, to die. I couldn't even do that right. The Seas and I pledged our own bond. I was indentured to servitude, from promises. Beyond a feeble stature like myself could ever deliver in. When I had nothing left. I was removed from all of them. I suffered a fate worse than death. Finding myself when it was too late. Seeing the shadow of self-love was always attached behind me. Carrying me, even my split and sundered soul, was on my side, for it too called to the Moon. Now sharing mourning. When I resurfaced. The world shifted forth as it always will and does. I was unseen. Ghostly, I could've remained empty. Then like a shooting star, a flower of wishes, of everlasting. She revealed to me, that flower that followed me in my highest, my lowest, had been awaiting in the room of the fates for our joining. She navigated me. Then I found myself returning to over hills. I felt there wasn't anything I couldn't do anymore, or being crushed, It turned out to be a dark blessing. The world repeated its same attacks, but I countered. The wave's they were the same I've wrecked over before, I endured. When doubt surfaced, she drowned herself to me and kissed me underneath the waters until we lived together. Wasn't anything I couldn't do other than reveal myself. The Moon foretold this outcome, she repaired my heart, but wasn't the one who could claim it. In-order to return to my navigating flower, for her lips that sing worlds; to entangle her embrace which brings heaven to a sinner; me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to climb over that hill. At hand, carrying her favorite pleasantries, from all my ventures, using everything at once, to have a heart incomprehensibly able to love her.

With the truth she allows me to be, I'm limitless. She's my home to nestle. The happy-ever-after I crave.

#FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #Creative Writing #His Sakurasou #-Captain Kuro Solaire #The Golden Thread #Layla Grey #His Starbound #Her Kaizoku #FFxiv #Tales of the Goldbrand #Her Keepsake

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layla-grey · 3 years

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Sing fer me, Sing my angel ov' music. @layla-grey

#Phantom of the Opera #Daily Practice #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #Captain Kuro Solaire #ffxiv roleplay

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layla-grey · 3 years

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I'll give life my Golden Shot! Fer them, they're who matters. My treasures, I got to know, Or those who still are t' come Ye make me understand what's living! ((All the mentioned and cherished partners and people above the world, who've ever been there, thanks for the life. I owe you everything and you all make up and made me, there's so much more, would include and throw into too. But this is a start: @aylamoenwyb @mischiefandmystics @scholarlybreadbun @lavender-hemlock @reikomizuno @layla-grey @shadragonheart --- Also twitter, Yuina -- N/A but to be mentioned- Verrine.))

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layla-grey · 3 years

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Dread Begone

Me-Me saddled upon Captain’s head in replace of his tricorne and witnessed still the Seeker wasn’t able to finish the job in fact even with everyone surrounding and lending their aid he was succumbing at a horribly time to doubt. She tended to watch over them as a guide, remaining relatively secretive especially when it came to battling. Though she connected between him and mentally beheld a sight, <Your heart…> It pounded like a rampaging sea, a containment or coffer of dreams, none of them however was his own. In the study of aetherology there was a theory that trace’s of others would linger to another and attach them, but for Captain’s case, they were resonating into a swirling stark vortex, giving him complete life. The departed to those currently aside him, to each wonder remaining in peace and awaiting discovery, every form was constantly pounding at his consciousness, within those depth’s laid a truth. Captain strained out, “I’m sorry everyone, we’re all going to die! I can’t win… I’m not enough.” Disbelief in himself, unable to see his nature or dormant non-awakened power. He was unevenly set back, his arm was beginning to show the forewarning signs of decimation. The Lalafell bent into a decisive conclusion, blinking conservatively. Choosing to offer that soft push. Almost instantaneously Captain was greeted by a projection of every single aetherial trace as mighty realistic illusion’s gave dawn. They carried all and every single Crew member from all his Captaineering from every Era and time-period, including all who perished chasing these blasted Voidal Relics. Their visual company only his eye’s would gander between the struggle of extinction on the line. Was rebounding him with courage from visualization. Every single thing he valued was screaming at him; they were entrusting and reliant on him. Before making him spill out everything and engulfing into doubling his might. One last feminine soft hand, coaxed in unbridled wealth, reached out through a nexus to stroke his cheek lovingly with Navigation. His Star-Sight was beckoned as a cause of a stressed bloody teardrop leaking across, “NIGHTMARE’S WILL END T’ OUR GOLDEN VOYAGES!” Bellowing aside with unity would rule this devil’s storm. Encompassing past his own limits it swallowed over the hyper-regenerative foe dismantling him into full mega-annihilation. A resisting shriek fought until… no more. “Minutes remaining everyone, hurry.” The Wildwood Elezen shuttered distress even more additionally as the Sheep Casta began chowing his majestic hair that swept to his ankles was a bundle of delicious hay. “Stop that!” Unable to afford breaking his concentration. All collapsed from their aetherial sickness. Captain was paralyzed and unable to feel anything. Heaving and barely alert anymore. There was no celebration here. Meanwhile the Elezen even though the prime evil was obliterated… He was still contesting the Tormented Plane rift which was enlarging by the judge of things. Victory all but seemed out of reach, still. Effort’s all pointless. They contested force’s that one simple blessed holy warrior would’ve shrugged off, but only, after who knows how much corruption spilled into innocence. Captain didn’t fight for heroic deeds in mind, ever. He fought for Shiro surprisingly initially, then his comrades hurt in the cross-hair, to his past, lastly, rid of his eternally imbalance that prevented him from having an organic good night’s rest because of those terrible Voidal Relic’s his ambitious past retrieved. To subside his own mental anguish and torment, he required vices to try removing even temporarily, he gave birth to constant darkness and turmoil inside his own being, breaking him that he figured would never ever meet happiness. He also firmly believed that when you cause a mess, especially from scouring ambition, it’s a duty to see the course through to the resolving, no matter what. His Crew weren’t wandering into this either without their own cause, as showcased many of them alone were many time’s stronger than their own Leader or possessed qualities that outshine him. However, many time’s Captain had thrown away his own personal endeavors, sacrificing his making, scarring himself all to steer them to their diverse wishes. Acceptance and tolerating every indifference that often prevented a Wild Crew to come together. Never would any of them be welcomed to their society but under one sail, there was a place, home. Only one limping and beaten figure managed to stand up, bright white clothing was stained by many beaten unruly substances. His Ishgardian accented baritone voice finally drew out with conveying emotions of a message to his old rival and taste of something that’d forever be a seed of irreplaceable change. (Previous) << (Voidal Relics) >> (Next) (Mentions: @layla-grey)

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layla-grey · 3 years

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