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B'alith Tia | 7.3 spoilers
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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
miqo'te tail cuddles

that's it, that's the post

#gposers #wolgraha #wolkoana #wolzhaia #miqote
G'raha and B'alith peruse a book stall in Old Sharlayan's aetheryte plaza. Koana and B'alith stand together on a balcony in Vollok Shoonsa, watching the sunrise. Zhai'a and B'alith share a picnic lunch in the All Saints' Wake instance.
December 7, 2025 at 1:48 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Alt angles, because I couldn't pick. Tail wraaaaaps. <3
Zhai'a lays on his belly in B'alith's bed, their tails twining together as B'alith fucks him. An alternate angle of the same pose, focusing on Zhai'a and B'alith's expressions.
December 6, 2025 at 11:42 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
B'alith gets to top a little sometimes. As a treat.

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #wolzhaia
Zhai'a lays on his belly in B'alith's bed, looking up at him as B'alith fucks him. In the foreground, an open book rests on the bedside table, its contents ignored.
December 6, 2025 at 11:35 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Maps declared that B'alith is in his top era now, apparently
Last Five achievements list Raider of the Hidden Canals IV rewards the title "Deep Canal Dweller"
December 6, 2025 at 8:57 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
B'alith has Resting Airplane Ears. 😄 The natural set of his ears just makes him read as disgruntled (which, to be fair, he often is). Other Miqo'te will unconsciously pick up on it, but another race who's not as familiar with Miqo body language might not. (The "make me" expression, however...)
A side-by-side comparison of B'alith's facial expressions, On the left is the default neutral face for a male Miqo'te, on the right is his default smirk with his ears lowered back and down.
December 5, 2025 at 9:05 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
joke's on you catboy, 'cause that know-it-all Hearer is about to show up at your room again several quests later fully aware of what he's doing and why he's there and you are *not* going to be cool about it
Insulting Lalai was a step too far. B’alith drew himself up to his full height—it was not often he had the opportunity to be taller than someone—and peered over the round rims of his glasses at his visitor. “With all due respect, which is frankly not very much, it has been quite a long day. I’m to return to Ishgard first thing in the morning, and I would rather spend my precious leisure time with a hot bath and a book than stand here and listen to you insult me, my mentor, and the art to which we have devoted our lives—an art which, I will remind you, has saved your life more than once. Goodnight.” He started to close the door, but Zhai’a caught the edge with one hand. “Wait!” A delicate pink flush had bloomed across the Hearer's pale cheeks, bringing out the warm tones in his deep blue eyes and making them appear almost purple in the low light. The overall effect was, to B’alith’s surprise, a great deal more attractive than his usual disapproving expression. “Please, allow me to start over,” Zhai’a said. “I think you are reckless and impulsive-” “And I think you are self-righteous and arrogant-” “-but I cannot deny I felt a certain thrill in fighting beside you, instead of against you, and I thought...” Zhai’a’s gaze dropped to B’alith’s chest, where the Gem of Shatotto hung on a fine silver chain. He cleared his throat. “What I mean to say is, you are a formidable ally, and I am grateful for your assistance.” B’alith couldn’t help the laugh that burst from his mouth. “Was that a compliment? And here I was beginning to think you were incapable of such niceties. Your support in bringing the Defiant to justice was appreciated, as well.” A pair of Elezen women stumbled down the hall past them, leaning heavily on each other and giggling over some private joke. Zhai’a jumped, his ears flicking anxiously, but his eyes lingered at the hollow of B’alith’s throat rather than meeting his gaze again. Oh. He’s not looking at the Gem.
December 3, 2025 at 4:45 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Also, certain parts of the black mage quests inadvertently become REALLY FUNNY when you're a Balmung player.
Destruction in the Name of Justice Class & Job Quests Dialogue Lalai: Forename! I just received word from Zhai'a Nelhah─he wants to speak with us! Apparently, he has secured lodging at the Hourglass, and is awaiting us at the Quicksand. We should head there now. I wonder what he could want...?
December 3, 2025 at 4:33 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
I haven't quite pinpointed the exact moment where Koana's interest first turns in that direction, but B'alith calling his bluff with that "loud and convincing" line is definitely the tipping point (so much so that I used it as the title of that fic, even).
Koana barely even looked out of breath by the time B’alith skidded to a halt beside him. He pointed at a Hrothgar—Xbr’aal, they were called here—standing a little ways ahead of them. “There. That Xbr'aal fellow. Share with him how happy your imaginary deal with me has made you. Once you've put on an appropriate display, we can continue to our next performance.” B’alith’s ears went back at being given yet another order, his tail whipping irritably as a pointed rebuke started to form in his mouth. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Koana added, “We want Wawkesa to notice us─be loud and convincing.” The quirk of his mouth and the way his gaze lowered a fraction made B’alith’s planned response vanish like the morning mist. One ear flicked, pricking half-forward despite his best efforts to the contrary. Did he really just…? Whether Koana’s choice of wording was intentional or not, the chance to catch the competition on the back foot was too tempting to pass up. “My, my. How forward of you, Second Promise,” B’alith replied, putting a hint of a purr into his voice and letting it drop into the lower, more intimate register that he knew would convey his meaning quite plainly. “I didn’t think we knew each other that well yet.”
December 3, 2025 at 4:21 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Why yes, I will take any excuse to repost this cute bit of culture shock from their handfasting fic, thank you :D
The girl's ears flattened indignantly, and her smile turned to a pout. "But Mama Rhimu's so slow." "That may be so, but you still know better." "Yes, Uncle Alith," she said, a touch more sullenly. "Well, no harm done this time, at least. I'm sure she'll catch up soon." B'alith glanced back at Zhai'a, who was staring at the pair of them with an expression of utter astonishment. "Zhai'a, this is my niece B'rhasaa Moldva. Rhasaa, this is Zhai' a Nelhah, my betrothed." B'rhasaa ducked her head against B'alith's shoulder, suddenly shy in the face of a complete stranger. She peeked back at Zhai'a and squinted at him with the studious expression of a young child trying to work out how a new piece of information fit into her understanding of how the world worked. "Uncle Alith," she finally said, "I thought you liked boys." B'alith blinked at her, startled by what to him seemed like a complete non sequitur. "I am generally inclined towards men, yes. Why?" "But that's a girl's name!" Zhai'a's ears twitched, and several reactions passed over his face in rapid succession before he managed to settle on something more neutral again. B'alith, who had never been as good at masking his emotions, simply burst out laughing instead. "But it is!" B'rhasaa protested, her tail flicking indignantly against B'alith's arm in response to being laughed at by the grownups. "Zhai'a is a Keeper of the Moon, Rhasaa," B'alith tried to explain, still a little breathless with laughter. "Their names don't work like ours do." "To be fair to young B'rhasaa here, she is not entirely wrong," Zhai'a added. To B'rhasaa, he said, "Keeper men are named for their mothers. The -a at the end of my name means I am her firstborn son, but I have two older sisters as well."
December 2, 2025 at 6:39 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Those are some very normal and not-at-all significant feelings you're having about a shirt you borrowed from that black mage you're definitely not in love with, buddy.
A chill breeze found its way through a crack in the window and he shivered again. The shirt B’alith had loaned him was made of a lightweight double-layered cotton, far more suited to the Seeker of the Sun’s native Thanalan than to the cooler temperatures of the Dravanian Forelands. Zhai’a’s slight build had always left him especially susceptible to the cold—even bloodstained as it still was, his thicker Hearer’s robe would be far more comfortable once he’d taken the time to repair it. It was not, he stubbornly told himself while he quietly unpacked the damaged robe and a small sewing kit from his own things, because of the faint scent of incense that rose off the borrowed garment, and of how it brought up memories of B’alith’s skin pressed against his. Nor was it, he thought as he tried to keep his attention on the task of stitching up the tear in the sleeve, because of how wearing it made him think of the way the mage clung to him and held on like he was drowning when desire finally overcame arrogance and he surrendered to need. And it certainly wasn’t, he insisted, because the thought of B’alith wearing it again, and perhaps thinking of him a bit, made something catch in his chest as if he were a lovesick teen again.
December 2, 2025 at 1:27 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Yeah. 🥹

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/46519960
...inevitably asks about it.” His smile stretched into something a touch sharper. “Who knows what sort of twisted rumors might spread, after all.” Hearing his own words echoed back to him was more than he had the will to deal with on top of everything else they’d already been through. “Fine. Will you please help me with putting this on?” “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” B’alith’s reply was laced with a smugly delighted purr that brought to mind all sorts of ideas for making him eat his words at the next opportunity. “Get up and turn around so I can help you with your other sleeve.” Zhai’a got unsteadily to his feet and did as instructed, letting B’alith help him the rest of the way out of his damaged robe—he did, admittedly, have a fair bit of practice at it by now. The heat of the mage’s body behind him was a nigh-physical sensation, pressing against his skin as palpably as the deft hands which drew the sleeves of the borrowed shirt up over his arms and across his shoulders with deliberate care. Even after such a pitched battle, power fairly crackled off of B’alith’s skin, the unmistakable aura of a black mage weaving the sharp tang of ozone and the warmth of woodsmoke into the other Miqo’te’s scent just as Zhai’a’s own gifts brought the verdant foliage of the Black Shroud’s forests with him wherever he went. The way white and black magic sparked off each other when they were this close was dangerously heady; metaphors about playing with fire suddenly felt all too appropriate. “You’re shivering.” B’alith’s voice had gone a little breathy, the lilt of his Sagolii accent slipping through the veneer of carefully-practiced Ul’dahn that was his default. His fingers traced the curve of Zhai’a’s throat, smoothing out the places where the shirt collar had been rumpled from being stuffed in the bottom of a pack for gods knew how long. “Can you manage buttons,” he finally added, “or shall I help you with those, too?”
December 2, 2025 at 1:20 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Bookshop?? 👀
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November 30, 2025 at 4:01 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
My keychain from @dreadwyrmtrance.bsky.social arrived, yay! It is so rare to find merch for any of the NPCs from the BLM quests; bless you for making these. 😭
A translucent purple keychain in the shape of the black mage job stone, with a chibi-style drawing of Lalai printed on it.
November 29, 2025 at 8:23 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Internal monologue is something I rarely do, since I write in third person limited most of the time, but I liked how I wrote G'raha's disorientation/mild panic in Pulling Me Back Into My Body. 😊

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/51656695
His mind reeled, struggling to orient himself to the waking world again. His body felt sluggish and impossibly heavy. Arms and legs refused to move in response to his increasingly frantic will. His heart beat wildly as he gasped for breath, crisp cool air searing his throat and making his eyes water. Where was he? When was he? He’d been through this before, a distant corner of his mind reminded him. He knew what to do, how to bring himself back. Deep breaths. In for a count of four, hold for the same, out again, hold again. Repeat until one’s heart is no longer threatening to escape from one’s ribcage. Take stock of your surroundings. He was in Old Sharlayan again, sitting on a wooded hill overlooking Scholar’s Harbor just the same as he had done countless times before as a student. Was he still a student? No, that couldn’t be right. He lightly touched the side of his neck—normal flesh clammy with sweat, not unyielding crystal—and felt the familiar aetheric traces of his Archon mark prickle against his fingertips. A student no longer, indeed.
November 29, 2025 at 7:11 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
"...Do I even want to know?"
"Lalai thinks she's funny."
"Did she only send one?"
"She did."
"Did... did she say which of us it's supposed to be *for*?"
"She did not."

#gposers #wolzhaia
B'alith holds up a black t-shirt with the words "trophy husband" printed on it in yellow text; he looks deeply annoyed about it. Zhai'a stands beside him, looking at the shirt, his expression pensive.
November 28, 2025 at 10:09 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
Thinking again about the inherent intimacy of how materia is formed, and the traditions around extracting and exchanging it that must have developed over the years. It's a crystallized piece of someone's very essence; how could that *not* be romanticized?
Forging the Spirit Sidequests Swynbroes: What would you say if I told you that inanimate objects can possess a soul? They can, believe it or not, although the soul in question is not their own, but that of their owner. Through faithful service, the arms and armor that we use come to hold our spiritual energy. Thus do we form a spiritbond with them. This spiritual energy can be drawn out and converted into materia, a special kind of crystal that can be attached to gear to enhance its properties.
November 28, 2025 at 7:04 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
I think this turkey's had just about enough of waiting to get stuffed.

#ffxivnsfw #gposersnsfw #miqote
B'alith is on his hands and knees on the bed in the Old Sharlayan inn room, legs spread apart in invitation to whomever is with him. He glances over his shoulder to someone outside of the frame; his ears and tail say he's annoyed, but his eyes suggest he's getting desperate.
November 28, 2025 at 1:54 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
WIP Wednesday: "I picked an excerpt short enough for the Ellipsus snippet feature, for once" edition

I feel like I'm finally finding my groove with this one again. Dare I say... we're so back?

#ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic
B'alith squirms against the light touch and the brush is pulled away. A whine falls from his lips in response to the loss of sensation, withdrawn so abruptly it feels as if a thread has been snapped. He feels its absence keenly, despite how he knows its return will bring him no closer to relief. "Be still," Zhai'a murmurs. "If you move around overmuch, the paint will smudge, and I will have to begin again." B'alith's tail curls against the skins in annoyance, yet he obeys nonetheless. He knows all too well now that his husband is the sort of man who would rather make promises instead of threats.
November 27, 2025 at 5:32 AM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
oh this question is For Me

It's hard to narrow it down to just one line, but the one I keep coming back to is "You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?"
fter Bombardment, Sonya Ilya Kaminsky 1977 – I scrub and lather him like a salmon until he spits soapy water. "Pig" I smile— This man smells better than his country I throw his shoes and glasses in the air, take off his t-shirt and socks, and kneel in honor of Sasha Petrov who was amputated, in honor of Lesha Vatkii the taken. I dip a glass in a bath-tub, drink dirty water. Soaping together—that is sacred to me. Washing mouths together. You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water? And the cuddling up before sleep!—and back-scratching in the morning. My back, not yours! I knew I had caught the fish and he knew he had been caught. He sings as I dry his chest & penis "Sonya, I was a glad man with you—" Copyright © 2011 by Ilya Kaminsky. Used with permission of the author.
November 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
To expand on my answer for Koana a little: his inn room scene in 7.0 was when I went "okay, they're definitely fucking", but it was this moment in 7.1—specifically that "oft imperfect man" line—that made me go "oh shit, B'alith is catching feelings for real".
Koana: To know that the hhetso are safe is more than enough. Yet...would it be wrong to hope that, in protecting them, we also avenged my parents? It is the least I owe to them, after all this time... Forename, I thank you for standing by me. As Dawnservant...and as the oft imperfect man beneath that mantle.
November 25, 2025 at 9:45 PM
inmyleylines.bsky.social
One again writing a polyamorous character means that I am too verbose for the character limit, so you get a sticky note answer. 😄
G'raha: when he got all pouty at Rammbroes in the Crystal Tower quests Koana: his inn room scene in 7.0 Deryk: the very end of Myths of the Realm, when he turns to look back at the WoL one more time Zhai'a: I was as in denial about it as they were. 😅 Theirs was more of a slow slide, but his first line of dialog to the player being "speak, or I'll make you wish you had" ultimately lived rent-free in my brain until I finally caved.
November 25, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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