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opeyil.bsky.social
#neyushua i need her in a way that makes me look stupid
January 12, 2026 at 1:44 AM
opeyil.bsky.social
#neyushua
June 5, 2026 at 3:24 AM
opeyil.bsky.social
#FFXIVWriteRE2025 first prompt fill for this lovely challenge :3 chose "wounded animal" via rng from 2017

a bit about #neyushua & his idk. turmoils
September 1, 2025 at 7:44 PM
opeyil.bsky.social
#neyushua I kind of just want to crush him with my hooves
August 17, 2025 at 4:56 AM
opeyil.bsky.social
when neyushua ends up being a 100yr old virgin
December 7, 2025 at 2:49 AM
opeyil.bsky.social
i care neyushua greatly but especially modern au... Oh fuckkkk
April 15, 2026 at 10:07 PM
opeyil.bsky.social
if you wabt to befriend neyushua you have to approach him like a skittish bird
December 23, 2025 at 5:56 AM
paopu.bsky.social
NEYUSHUA......
September 1, 2025 at 7:51 PM
opeyil.bsky.social
ughh #thwri #aphe #yeli #akare #chm #neyushua
July 13, 2026 at 3:03 AM
basedontrueyaoi.bsky.social
i just had a beautiful vision of neyushua selling pics of his torso with his shirt pulled up showing his nipple piercings oh . oh
June 4, 2026 at 2:20 AM
opeyil.bsky.social
Unfortunately nakhu would wear the "this is my costume" type tshirts unless they get dragged into a matching costume deal. neyushua wouldnt dress up unless asked to. if he got invited to a costume party maybe he'd go as a cowboy and everyone would sigh like thats not much of a costume
September 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM
opeyil.bsky.social
when all else fails. Character study #neyushua
He trips over to the vanity, his hands landing forcefully against the wood finish, fixes his gaze to the small mirror attached to the head. What he sees there does not do anything to stop the way air tumbles through his lungs, and there must be a hole or two in them because he can feel it wheezing out, can feel the loss of it better than he can feel the way it bloats his lungs. He curls his fingers down into a fist and runs it straight into the glass, watching with wide eyes as the mirror fractures sevenfold before falling away, clattering against the vanity and the floor and his own body. A thousand nicks scratch his forearms and hands, drawing blood that drains at a rate that seems both too fast and too slow. She slumps to the ground, heart still racing and breath depleting, resigned to losing herself to this familiar beast. Panic could overtake her endlessly, for all she cared, since fighting against it was useless. If there were something that could rid herself of the vague sense of unease followed by the all-consuming burst of madness, she would have pursued it by now. She lets her hands press into the shards of glass that have fallen to the ground, closing her eyes but restraining any sound of pain in a way that felt unnervingly familiar. “Are you stupid?” She hears, and her ears pin alert even though she knows this voice, knows where it’s coming from. “Get up. Get that glass from your hands, and stop cryin’. What’s that gonna do for you? All this drama is just gonna make it sting for days whenever you have to haul supplies.” He’s never been good at responding, always feels like his thoughts get immediately drowned out, lost in a sea. So he simply picks the fragments from his skin, stands and wipes himself down, then heads to the washroom to fully clean himself off.
October 16, 2025 at 10:43 PM
opeyil.bsky.social
me and my friends in my disc server are doing a may prompt challenge 😁 here is mine today for "three expressions (emotions)" #aphe #yeli #neyushua #thwri

full here: ellipsus.com/read/YXUJhpc...
The second that Aine takes in the scene before him, a miasma of emotions bloom inside his chest. Meteion, the sweet and gentle azure girl, stood with her mouth agape. Her eyes were devoid of life. Beside her, Hermes was prone, his hands clawing at his robes. It felt as though the air around Aine was locking him into place. Try as he might, he could not lift a finger. His body screamed to move, every inch of his muscles aching for activation, but all that was possible was to stand there, watching. The last time Aphe had really been around children was when her sister was young. Even so, their age difference was small enough that it only felt drastic when Cerra had first been born—her small, wailing form that kept her mother and aunt up for days, but softened at any touch she received. So, as Aracely crawled around the floor in front of her, palming at her knees and flopping their head down to gnaw at her skin, she found herself utterly in awe. Aine was making tea in the next room, ever the gracious host, and Nayeli was sat on a nearby pillow, watching them interact. It was always there, even if Fox tried to deny it. This ache, an incessant void that craved belonging. It wrapped around him so tight that it felt suffocating at times. Every time a stranger parted from their bed, any time goodbyes were said at the end of a job. Mostly, when Fox sat on his porch, and watched the other townsfolk go about their days. He knew all of his neighbors, though he was sure they did not know him, not beyond the courteous hello or could you please help me lift this crate?
May 7, 2026 at 1:29 AM