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Arkin [DT 7.3]
@arkinfluffson.bsky.social
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FFXIV catboy, g'raha enjoyer, housing gremlin & unfortunate frontline enthusiast. Primal/Exo

Me irl: artist, writer, 40, she/her [🔞, no AI/NFTs]
My fic: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Chickadddddd

#arkinposting #arkinwriting #arkindrawing
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arkinfluffson.bsky.social
enhance
g'raha ears peeking over the edge of the tub???
November 23, 2025 at 3:23 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Cat soup at the steakhouse! Congratulations @mistswarden.bsky.social!
A bunch of cats in a hot tub
November 23, 2025 at 3:22 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Well underway on the sineater AU now. It's going well (for me, not G'raha)

#arkinwriting
I shouldn't be here, he thinks. He was never supposed to return to the Crystarium. It should have ended on Mt. Gulg, with the Exarch taking Arkin's burden and summoning himself to oblivion. He'd hesitated, up on the mountain. He knew Arkin would be hurt by his actions and he—he'd never factored remorse into his plan. He hesitated, starting his spell with less time than he'd meant to have. He'd spent too much time with Arkin, at the end, and not enough studying their enemy, and Emet-Selch had shot him in the back while he was distracted and now it is too late. Lyna is squeezing his spoken hand and he realizes he's heaving for air. His heart hammers in his chest. He keens, doubled over in his cot. His panic draws a pair of medics to his bedside, and the three of them together try to calm the Exarch. "It should have been me," he gasps wretchedly, unblinking vision now locked in the memory of Arkin convulsing, changing. "Absolutely not," Lyna says, voice tight.
November 19, 2025 at 9:51 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
full retainer gear, cig in mouth in FL was making me laugh more than it should. God he's depressed
Screenshot of Arkin sitting on a PVP-exclusive orb mount waiting for Onsal to begin, despondently smoking
November 17, 2025 at 9:19 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Finally made a glam for retainer AU Arkin

Sopping wet failure of a man, I love him
Gpose of Arkin in a dark green retainer outfit smoking a cigarette and looking disappointed.
November 17, 2025 at 9:16 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
A gift, because this was too fun not to write a little something for ✨

#arkinwriting #arkinxrhun
Sweat dampens the hairs at Arkin's neck, flicking off in droplets as he parries his teacher's thin blade for the fourth—*no, fifth?*—time this session. The Thanalan sun beats down on his shoulders, aching from holding up the rapier and focus for so long. X'rhun bounces backward, unfazed by Arkin's answering riposte, but the distracting triangle of bare skin at X'rhun's throat, growing wider with every button he's undone in his own quest to battle the heat, shines with his exertion. Arkin tries to focus on the task at hand: ten successful parries in a row while weaving alternating spells— *Jolt, Verthunder, Verfire, Veraero, Verstone, Ver…where was I? Fuck—* X'rhun comes at him again. Arkin manages to dance away, but his concentration wavers, and his eyes once again drag themselves down to the spot where X'rhun's third button strains valiantly against taut linen, pulled over a fine dusting of white hair and sweat-slick muscle… *Jolt… Veraero…* Crackling aether buzzes past his ear as Arkin darts out of the path of X'rhun's Verthunder. The older mage is on him a second later, his blade a glittering line in the corner of Arkin's vision. Arkin is just as quick, sword arm flicking up instinctively to protect himself. X'rhun is bigger, though. Arkin's arm trembles against the weight of his mentor pressing downward. X'rhun's words come hot in Arkin's ear: "You can lick it clean after you win, darling." Arkin's eyes widen in a moment of hesitation. It's enough. The edge of X'rhun's rapier slides against Arkin's ribcage. Shoulders slumping, Arkin takes a step backward in defeat. "A lesson learned, I hope? Do battle with your opponent's blade, and heed not their words." Despite his stern words, a smile plays across X'rhun's lips. "Rapier and focus up. Ten parries." "Yes, Ser." Arkin does hope he meant it, though.
November 14, 2025 at 5:16 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Hmm sure I'm game! Arkin/G'raha or Arkin/X'rhun if you're feeling spicy (and want to force me to come up with something 😂) Like or comment with a number 🐈‍⬛🐈

#arkinposting
A list of 30 questions about one's OTP. Pick a number between 1-30 and I'll answer it.
November 13, 2025 at 5:50 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Oooh I haven't done one of these yet... 1 like/1 answer and I'll go in order unless you comment something specific!

[ #arkinwriting ]
A 40-point list of fanfic author asks.
November 3, 2025 at 5:32 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
He's attractive. He turns heads. It helps that he's also a pretty humble and helpful guy; his charisma is through the roof. I think he has some awareness of it (and he definitely fucks) but he has a lot going on so the stress of being the WoL kind of keeps his head on straight 😅

#arkinposting
Gpose of Arkin (dark haired male Miqo'te) posing with his rapier and focus drawn, looking concentrated. He's really quite attractive when he's concentrating...
October 25, 2025 at 5:18 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
CW: noncon

So I wrote a thing based on @mochamorii.bsky.social's comic below :3c

Accession, EmetExarch, 3576 words

[ #kinktober #arkinwriting #emetexarch ]
AO3 tag screenshot: Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: M/M Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Relationship: Emet-Selch/G'raha Tia Characters: Emet-Selch, G'raha Tia Additional tags: Non-consensual, dubious consent, sexual coercion, Non-consensual somnophilia, orgasm edging, hand jobs, glove kink, boot worship, Non-consensual kissing, tentacles, Non-consensual bondage, dead dove: do not eat, enemies to enemies, unnamed warrior of light, begging, masturbation, dominance, ejaculate, touch-starved
October 5, 2025 at 5:02 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
All my WoLs' houses are canon! One for each starting city. Arkin's is a farmhouse in the Shroud (though deep Shroud, not LB) that he built himself. Cass has a shared house with Epo in the Goblet that he bought when they married. And Ariana has a Mist beachhouse that reminds her of her freedom.
Arkin's handmade haven in the woods. Everything is all wood and greenery. Interior shot of Arkin's one-room cabin. It's cozy with a fireplace, small kitchen, couches, a small bath fed from a spring, a tiny elevated sleeping area and a huge window out to the wilderness. Interior shot of Cass and Epo's house on the day of their wedding. Guests fill the living space as they dance and revel. Ariana's waterfront beachhouse. As an ex-pirate and ex-Garlean servant, nothing calms her more than open water and a warm breeze.
September 23, 2025 at 6:47 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
We have those in XIV! Deepeyes in Coerthas Western (and other areas). They are so weird and cute
FFXIV Deepeye, so cute, so round
September 12, 2025 at 7:19 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Yaaaayyyy Silksong in 2 weeks!!!

*monkey's paw curls*
goodbye plogon horse (a joke about Mare being shut down)
August 21, 2025 at 9:39 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
It him 🐈‍⬛🖤
Arkin looking cocky in his Field Commander coat.
August 16, 2025 at 7:49 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
STOP 🛑 🖐️ This is a WIP checkpoint
QRP with your current WIP!

It's an older sketchbook WIP but I should really finish it....

[ #arkindrawing #sineaterwol ]
Pencil drawing of a horrifed Arkin on the verge of becoming a sin eater.
August 12, 2025 at 2:09 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
I had to try it... This one is so gooood
Picrew of two catboys kissing
August 11, 2025 at 2:58 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Ran the most fun WoD ever during #grahaAP - thx for the very spicy run!
@kanzakls.bsky.social @wolfbardffxiv.bsky.social
@moonlitsleeper.bsky.social @zeteara.bsky.social @crystalfreelancer.bsky.social @spaceprincessy.bsky.social @persephius.bsky.social @mochamorii.bsky.social @luckymiqo.bsky.social
16 folks from the G'raha Art Party posing in front of Cloud of Darkness for our very cursed min ilvl WoD run.
August 10, 2025 at 12:19 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Day 7: I Love You for #WoLGrahaWeek2025 (and today, #grahatiaday!)

I did it, I finished Take Me Lost, Make Me Found! Enjoy not one but TWO final chapters for G'raha and his Warrior 💕

Read Chapter 8 and 9 here: archiveofourown.org/works/619446...

[ #ffxivfic #shbspoilers #wolgraha #arkinwriting ]
“Why me?” G’raha whispers, though perhaps he begins to see the shape of the answer. Arkin smiles, his hand grazing G’raha’s shoulder, trying once again to heal the hurt there. This time, G’raha focuses on relaxing. “I could ask you the same thing. I saw you, you know. In an Echo. You spoke of giving up your life for mine. And not only your life, but your precious time spent living. Why me? I wondered. Because I’m the Warrior of Light and Darkness? A tool worth saving at any cost?” G’raha is already shaking his head, but he stills when Arkin thumbs over the shard of crystal in his cheek, wiping the tears there. “Will you tell me?” his Warrior asks, so close their breath mingles. G’raha’s heart hammers in his chest, and he can feel its mirror all the way in Arkin’s fingertips. They find one another’s gaze, dizzy and almost overwhelming in their shared intensity. It was a truth G’raha had hardly let himself consider, even within the confines of his Tower, his hood and robe shed in the solitude of the small hours. He pauses, unsure of how to give voice to it. “It was the memory of you at first,” he begins slowly, “of our short time together. Those memories warmed me when little else could. And then, as the years passed… it was the myth of you. From what few scraps I had gathered before I arrived on the First.” The words come faster now, tumbling out of him. “Accounts spoke of your strength, aye, but even more of your boundless kindness, and I pinned my hopes on meeting that man once more before my end. But from the moment you let me into your room that night… the way you opened your heart for me, I—” The admission bubbles up, spills over. “‘Twas because I fell in love with you, over and over and over.”
August 9, 2025 at 3:08 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
25 games to get to know me.
Starts and ends with Final Fantasy but there's a lot I'm fond of in here. Lots of good memories.❤️
August 7, 2025 at 3:34 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Day 6: First Kiss

I'd love to make this into a comic when I have a moment...

From Take Me Lost, Make Me Found on ao3
archiveofourown.org/works/619446...

[ #WoLGrahaWeek2025 #wolexarch #ffxivfic #arkinwriting ]
Eventually, the other man rises. “You should rest now,” he says, and begins to turn. Arkin reaches a hand out, tangles his calloused fingers with the Exarch’s flesh ones. “Wait,” he whispers. The Exarch does. Entranced, Arkin raises his other hand, finds the collar of the Exarch’s robes, tugs him downward. Somehow, the other man doesn’t resist, just as caught in the moment. “Just—” Arkin squeezes his eyes shut. “I won’t try to look. Just… please,” he manages, and closes the distance between them with a strangled sound. Their kiss is brief, if not quite chaste. Unexpectedly, the Exarch gives as much as he takes, though he pulls back first, mouth glistening, and it’s all Arkin can do not to draw him down a second time. “I—” The Exarch shakes his head as if to clear it. Arkin’s heart sinks, and he flushes in shame. “I know I shouldn’t,” he stares down at his hands. “We shouldn’t. I’ll… I’ll rest now,” he says. *Please don’t tell me I can’t have this.*
August 6, 2025 at 7:19 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
#WoLGrahaWeek2025 Day 3: Job Swap

Rez mage G'raha and Paladin Arkin 🩸 Works for Hurt too! Love a little blood magic Verraise~

[ cw: blood #arkindrawing #wolexarch #ffxivart ]
Drawing of the Exarch trying to revive a dying and bloody Arkin. The Exarch is holding a rapier, and an Allagan-styled focus floats next to him while he casts Verraise. Arkin is in Neo-Ishgardian fending gear and unconscious on the ground with sword and shield fallen beside him. G'raha is saying "No, no, no, no..."
August 5, 2025 at 2:25 AM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Day 2 of #WoLGrahaWeek2025 - Comfort/Hurt

I have a migraine today, so have some excerpts from the #wolexarch fic I've been writing this year 😘

Read Take Me Lost, Make Me Found here: archiveofourown.org/works/619446...

[ #arkinwriting #ffxivwriting #ffxivfic #wolgrahaweek #shbspoilers ]
“May I touch you?” “Please,” Arkin breathes. The mage loosens the leather cords that secure Arkin’s laced chestwrap just above his tail, and the covering falls lightly into his lap, exposing the tanned curve of his back and shoulders to the lamplight. He feels the cool touch of crystalline fingertips on his spine, and can’t help the gasp sucked between his teeth. A moment later, hands grasp each of Arkin’s wrists, one cool, one warm. The Exarch’s low voice in his ear: “Let me take care of you,” and his arms are gently pulled behind and up so his palms are resting on each forearm, wrists pressed together. The hands lift, and he stays posed obediently as he hears the soft slap of the unfurled ends tossed against the stone floor. Touch returns with the scrape of jute coiling around his wrists, and the rough twist of the first knot, practiced fingers working swiftly. Arkin knows well the coarseness of his rope, even as well-used as it is. But the feeling of another body so close—arm wrapped around him from behind, pulling cords taut across his broad chest, cloth and crystallized muscle pressing into his back and then abruptly leaning away to secure a hitch before reaching back in—is entirely new. Arkin is so used to tugging his own strings in this play, of being both the puppet and puppeteer, that the absence of one role, and presence of a new actor, renders him lightheaded, almost faint. The Exarch is embracing him again as he holds the line taut against Arkin’s bare skin, and he deftly ties the second rope to the first, tucking the knot under his ribs. Forward and back, subtly pulling the Warrior this way and that as he finally secures the last knot in the harness and then—ah—one last strong tug and the whole pattern tightens and locks, from wrists to ink-darkened biceps to the long bands criss-crossing collar, sternum and ribs. The river of Arkin’s thoughts slows, then stills; like a midwinter night after snow, everything falls silent, heavy, blanketed. “My world will have no need for heroes,” the Ancient is telling him, but Arkin knows that’s not true. He continues pushing forward, the pounding of his head ever more insistent… He’s in a dark place. The angry lines of Emet-Selch’s mask are all that he can see. Something on the floor reflects the reddish glow from the mask. From the darkness comes a quiet groan. That voice… His heart pounds. “I’d sooner die than give you what you want,” G’raha Tia says weakly, from somewhere below Arkin. Emet-Selch clicks his tongue. “Yes, well, that is why I paralyzed you. It matters not. I have millennia to wait, and you have… well, however long it takes for that crystal of yours to finish its work. Your connection to the Tower will work against you now, heir of Allag.” Arkin can just make out the outline of G’raha, slumped on the floor. His breath hitches, and his chest tightens. He crouches down, and realizes the floor is smeared with what must be G’raha’s blood. “Arkin will stop you long before I—” G’raha is cut off with a choked cough as Emet-Selch presses the toe of his boot against his neck. “Your Warrior is very nearly an eater now, and my thanks to you for arranging it,” the Ascian replies, bending close. Arkin’s wrath is so dizzying he nearly blacks out. Get the fuck away from him, he wants to scream, nearly feral with the urge to wrap his hands around Emet-Selch’s throat and squeeze and squeeze until— Something shatters, and then expands. Arkin realizes in that moment that the Light has won.
August 2, 2025 at 10:08 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
A little something for WoLGrahaWeek! It's my first time being in fandom for something like this, I'm so excited to contribute ✨

Day 1: First Meeting / Introducing Friends and Family

[ #wolgrahaweek2025 #ffxivwriting #arkinwriting #wolgraha ]
How did I ever imagine I could outsmart him in his own woods? G’raha shakes his head, feeling a flush of embarrassment with the hazy memory. He’d been nestled up in an ancient oak, imagining himself perfectly hidden in the midst of Odin’s domain as the Warrior’s ears flicked up toward the sound of his voice. He remembers that Arkin hadn’t looked up; no, he’d allowed G’raha more dignity than he deserved for that little stunt. He’s so wrapped up in his ragged old thoughts that he misses the root snaking across his path entirely, the toe of his boot catching and making him stumble and spill out into the dirt. A pained grunt escapes him. Arkin turns back with a surprised huff. bending to help G’raha up. He inspects the heels of G’raha’s palms for scuffs, thumbing over the welling cuts with an effortless touch of aether. He doesn’t even require spellwords here, G’raha thinks; the forest no doubt remembers its wayward prince and bends to his will. “My apologies, Raha. Should we slow our pace?” His voice is quiet, pitched low under his emerald hood. “No. My attention wandered, is all. How much further to your village?” Arkin’s eyes dart between G’raha and the woods, estimating. “Another half-sun’s walk or so. But no one is expecting us. We can stop to rest if you like.” G’raha knows Arkin would rather keep moving. Despite his familiarity with the route and his command of the Elementals, Arkin had been nervous to make this journey at all. His title made him a target, he had explained back in Gridania, and though he had no fear for his own safety or G’raha’s, he didn’t wish to bring that scrutiny upon his village, or his mother. So they wear hooded cloaks to conceal their faces, ears and tails, and move furtively at dawn and dusk, often straying from the footpaths through wilds Arkin knows from his own untamed boyhood. They’d passed nary a soul since the start of their sennight-long journey, thanks to his companion’s skillful shepherding. Along the way, G’raha had been introduced to other denizens of Arkin’s past: the moss-filled grotto he spent sleepless muggy nights in while bow-hunting for antelope; a brook he’d oft used as a landmark, one of many that marked his once-a-moon trek between the remote village and Buscarron’s Druthers to sell textiles woven by his aunts and cousins; and further out, the grove where he’d first met an Elemental, though Arkin said he didn’t know what it was at the time. To G’raha’s ears, the stories sound idyllic, if a bit lonely. His own childhood had been spent mostly in the company of fellow students, though he supposes he spent enough time absorbed in storybooks. Reading fairytales versus living them; it has been a while since G’raha felt that pang of envy for the Warrior’s life experiences. G’raha shakes his thoughts free. “Let’s keep on,” he says, rising to his feet.
August 1, 2025 at 11:21 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
Finally figured this out for myself. Combo of visuals, magic/curses, charming but serious personality, smart but reckless...

[ #arkinposting ]
WoL inspo chart. Center picture is of Arkin and the surrounding pictures are characters that influence his character. Clockwise from top left: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Uchiha Sasuke (Naruto), Ashitaka (Mononoke Hime), Westley (The Princess Bride), Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist), Van Fanel (Escaflowne).
July 31, 2025 at 11:23 PM
arkinfluffson.bsky.social
My WoL is Arkin, he's a catboy from the Shroud who loves nothing more than being on the road (and G'raha).

In fandom I'm an artist and writer going by chickadddddd (Chicka) on ao3 and elsewhere; by day I make games ✨
Gpose of Arkin showing off his Field Commander coat in the Wolves' Den. Gpose of Arkin in gym clothes, running on a treadmill in S9.
July 29, 2025 at 10:05 PM