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MobiQuotes

@mobiquotes.bsky.social

You meet someone who changes your world and when they leave you’re left as a stranger in the world. You don’t even know yourself. - Keaira

January 12, 2026 at 4:46 AM

Quinn 🌻🎶🌟

@quinnthebard.bsky.social

#7.4Spoilers cont

This isn't Q'wynn coded, at all. But this does feel like something a very worn out and weary Keaira would do. She's been holding back, letting others take the lead because so much of DT has been their story but here she's been pushed and pushed and she'll give them what they want.

January 11, 2026 at 8:48 PM

#ProtectJho ❤️

@xchemoni.blacksky.app

Y'all mighta not been there, but for those who were, it's owned by Keaira LaShae who used to make dance workout vids on YouTube! I loved her!

December 27, 2025 at 1:04 PM

Quinn 🌻🎶🌟

@quinnthebard.bsky.social

Oooh boy, let me see what I can find lol. We've got a mix of fandoms here. Fields of Mistria, BG3, and FFXIV.

I'll tag (if you want! I don't have a lot of writer friends anymore):
@kireon.bsky.social
@frostmantle.bsky.social
@lumikat.bsky.social
@irisopranta.bsky.social

Screenshot of Scrivener that reads:

The bells of the cloister tower were deafening as they rang their final toll. Everyone could feel the change in the air when it had begun. It was as if the world had become muted, its colors dulled.
And still Kiliaen worked.
If history was going to pivot so drastically—as it so often does, the rise and fall of civilizations were nothing new—he’d do everything he could to ensure their stories would be preserved. If not for himself, then for the time that surely their deity would be restored.
In this central room of the temple, he would store the many scrolls that would outline their history, their rituals, their practices. He would take his time. However much time it would take to ensure they were properly protected, the sigils on them correctly placed and magicked. It was imperative that this knowledge reached those in the future that they could trust.
With care, he stuck his index finger in the magicked pot of ink, drawing the strokes he became so familiar with during training, that he was told he would probably never need to use. The practice sheets from way back then had been destroyed, as had been common practice, which added another layer to this out of body experience. When one imagined the end of the world as they knew it, he assumed they did not think they would be hunched over religious and historical texts. But if he were honest with himself, he had no other place he’d rather be.
At least under the circumstances.
There were a couple places he’d rather be. One that no longer existed. At least not corporeally. The other was who-knows-where probably combating the intense physical symptoms of the severing of a mental bond. His finger shook as that thought flitted through his mind and he paused. The ink running on the parchment, its edges growing hazy, the stroke much too wide.

AO3 Text Screenshot:

Against her better judgment, she spit at him.

“Cute, but also wrong.” He adjusted his grip on her so that one hand pinned both of hers above her head against the trunk of the tree. His now free hand wiped his face then covered her mouth. “Unfortunately, a bitch must be muzzled. I’ll ask one more time, then give you a chance to cooperate. Understand?”

Glaring, she nodded.

“Good girl. This is your final chance. Tell— Fuck!“

Her teeth clamped into the meat of his palm, breaking the skin and when he jumped back, she dove for her dagger. Immediately, she took a defensive stance, wary of the man before her.

“You bit me!” Astarion shook his hand as if that would rid him of the wound. “Hells, if you’re into that kind of thing, you only had to tell me.” Licking his lips, he smiled devilishly as if he savored her savagery. His eyes were sharp as they peered down at her, all sharp angles and blood red. Her heart pounded.

“Trust me, I’m not. Not unless I’m the one biting.”

“Oh, don’t knock it ‘til you try it, darling.”

Sarynna squinted, her words dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“There, civil conversation. Can we try again?” He put his hands on his hips. “Frankly, whatever your past, it doesn’t change that you’re one of the more sickeningly kind people I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with. I just need to know who I’m working with and if you can perform at full capacity, all the better. We don’t have the luxury of presenting or best selves. Time is against us.”

Shaking her head, Sarynna’s eyes flitted about while she considered his words. It’s not as if being kind has entirely endeared her to the vampire. She noticed his annoyance when she went out of her way to help people, no matter how small. Perhaps this could work in her favor. Perhaps he’d find a kindred spirit if he knew the truth and that was something she could use to her advantage.

“I thought you already gave me my final chance?”

“I’m feeling generous.”

Screenshot of text from AO3:

Her hands roam over the cloth of his robes and he curses them. His skin demands to be touched properly without the dulling effect of the fabric and he acquiesces, willing it to fade out of existence, it spilling off of him in dark aether. If Keaira objects, she does not react thusly instead her motions growing far more greedy as her fingers trace the muscles of his back, nails gently scratching across his flesh. He growls at the sensation, teeth nipping at her lips.

His body reacts in ways it hasn’t in countless years. He can feel his arousal grow and while before he thinks he would have felt repulsed, instead he feels anticipation, desire. It dawns on him that he wants this.

And it terrifies him.

But not as much as the fact that she seems to desire it as well. Her back arches against him, pressing her sex against his leg grinding just right causing her to moan, chest rumbling in pleasure. The sound, the feeling of it causes a feral part of him to surge within.

His fist grasps her dark locks, fingers tangling, pulling just enough to elicit a gasp from her soft lips. Azure eyes are held tightly shut as her face shows a mix of pain and pleasure, the clash of sensations stimulating her, pushing her to the edge. Still, he continues to rut against her as she spreads her legs, cunt exposed to him and panting as if she were a beast in heat to be bred. Such acts would be considered abhorrent in Amaurot. How far has the world fallen? How far has he fallen?

At this moment, he is not Elidibus, Emissary. He is a man fallen prey to instinctual need, led by the whims of his flesh. A flesh that has spent way too long being denied it’s desires. But who is here to police him? None are left. It is only him.

So in solitude, he is cast from the heavens and plummets to the earth to spend eternity amongst the mortals.

Screenshot from Scrivener:

“Not like that, Evie.” He scowled down at her but his scowls no longer held power over her and she ignored it, instead reaching up to fix his bandanna and brush his bangs out of his eyes.
“I don’t know. I think we’re going to give Elsie the wrong impression. We’ll be the source of even further salacious rumors.”
“Never mind. I take it back. Have fun on Celine’s couch.”
“Aw, don’t be like that. I’d love to spend the night. Or nights. How long did this say it would take?”
“About a week or so.”
“Damn.”
“Is there something wrong with that?”
“I’m going to get to talk about so many rocks with Olric.”
Huffing, he crossed his arms. “And what about me?”
“Jealous? Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you too.”
“There better.”
“My grumpy blacksmith will be properly attended to, don’t worry.” Before glancing down at the quote again, she kissed him on the cheek. “This seems reasonable enough. I can gather the hardwood from the deep woods. Those trees grow like weeds, I swear. If we need more copper or iron, I can get that too.”
“Ore is handled. We have plenty.”
“Good, good.” She hummed. “A week or so? Starting… after the festival about? So day after tomorrow?”
“That’s the plan if you sign off.”
“And if I don’t?”
He shrugged. “Your suffering I suppose.”
“Then I suppose I must.” Smiling, she looked up at him. “By the way, I didn’t know you had a spare room.”
Sheepishly, he looked away. “Oh, I don’t.”
“Scandalous! Just one bed between the two of us?”
Heat rushed through his cheeks. “Don’t start that again.”
“But my virtue!”
“Evie…”
She grabbed his hand with a tongue in teeth smile. “I’m teasing. C’mon, let’s go tell the dynamic carpentry duo they’ve got a job on their hands.”

November 17, 2025 at 10:58 PM

Sylvie

@bioticmages.bsky.social

miss keaira.....sometimes i miss the early days of playing the game. i had so much fun....

November 4, 2025 at 6:32 PM

MobiQuotes

@mobiquotes.bsky.social

You meet someone who changes your world and when they leave you’re left as a stranger in the world. You don’t even know yourself. - Keaira

October 7, 2025 at 12:03 PM

jeniusj

@jeniusj.blacksky.app

Wow, not only is it Black owned, but the owner is Keaira LaShae!

I was doing her no more jiggly arms vid on YT all last year- love her energy! 🙌🏽💪🏽

#BlackskyFitness

youtu.be/o30l-qeB8Fc?...

July 25, 2025 at 12:20 AM

VoidDullahan {LordQuartet} ‼️VGen OPEN‼️

@voiddullahan.bsky.social

I never got a chance to play my girl Keaira in a proper Shadowrun campaign but Im still super obsessed with my little technomancer. Now she's just a black hole incarnate!!

#ocsky || #VoidDart

June 29, 2025 at 3:32 AM

Keaira Notobasis ⌈Villain of Villains⌋

@mochiwolbuns.bsky.social

Keaira is here to remind you all to CHEW on your stacks before eating them!!

#FFXIV #Keairaposting #Lalafell

May 27, 2025 at 2:21 AM

Keaira Notobasis ⌈Villain of Villains⌋

@mochiwolbuns.bsky.social

Just posting the rare pictures I have of Keaira!

I miss her make up and eyes so much but i have no clue how to bring them into dawntrail orz

#Lalaposting #Lalafell #Gpose

May 26, 2025 at 1:22 AM

Keaira Notobasis ⌈Villain of Villains⌋

@mochiwolbuns.bsky.social

"Pledge yourself to me, Keaira Notobasis, and we shall rule over all villains!!"

A little greeting from Keaira~!

#Lalaposting #KeairaPosting #Lalafell #WoL

May 25, 2025 at 7:59 PM

🧨aj @ 7.4‼

@spoiledcitrus.bsky.social

little brother annoying his big sister @voiddullahan.bsky.social (jk keaira loves avi but god can she get a little breathing room please)

May 12, 2025 at 8:58 PM

AfroLA

@afrolanews.bsky.social

Afro LA Communities reporter Marina Peña will be chatting with Keaira on Instagram Live (@afrolanews) on May 8 at 11:30 am PST.

This is an ongoing series. Please check out the past few quests on our IG page and read more about them in Marina Peña's story: afrolanews.org/2025/02/chil...

Meet the authors creating more Afro Latine voices in children's literature

Diverse children's books with Afro Latine protagonists empower young readers through relatable stories that reflect their identities.

afrolanews.org

May 7, 2025 at 6:47 PM

AfroLA

@afrolanews.bsky.social

Our next guest in our Instagram Live series spotlighting Afro Latine children’s book authors is Keaira Faña-Ruiz. She is the author of The Afro-Latino Alphabet and Papi, Saturdays are for cleaning, among other books. Keaira is a native of Wilmington, Delaware.

A Black woman poses with a blue shirt and a blue background

May 7, 2025 at 6:47 PM

Quinn 🌻🎶🌟

@quinnthebard.bsky.social

For Keaira, in my fucked up little world where Endwalker went much different, wouldn't struggle saying it so much as her love language is action and touch and so it never occurs to her to vocalize it

April 14, 2025 at 6:09 PM