fuzzy fatalist (7.55 twenty-seven discrete aqueducts)

@wandersong.bsky.social

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🔞oh no you don't 🔞 30+ | old, eepy, and gay, in that order primarily FFXIV, but you will behold my whimsy #FuzzGpose † #FuzzWrites † #FuzzOCs 🔞 #FuzzAfterDark

Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, in a revealing outfit of black leather straps, spikes and studs. their eyes are hidden from view.
Guiscard d'Enguerrand, wearing a brocade vest over a open shirt, chest and throat on display. he regard the camera with a smolder.
i'm not gonna lie to you; my knee is gonna give me until the count of three before it tells my dad, so you gotta imagine a nearly-naked catte in the void. i believe in you,
an ellipsus snippet of a work in progress. nsfw for explicit sexual content. eventually, it is conquest, hunting for what makes them whine, a flush of pride going straight to his cock when a tumble of syllables sounds more like Limsa than Ishgard. when they finally sound like the Shroud, like moss in the branches and eyeshine from the tree line, he cannot help but press there again. every thrust invites him closer, calls him into their home, to a hearth that's had place for him longer than he wants to admit. he's usually more attentive than this. a teary warble makes him take notice. when the blood pounding in his ears quiets just enough, he recognizes his name. they are calling for him. crying for him. begging in unmoored swells for something unknown, unknowable. his lips soften their glossolalia to broken sighs. 'i have you,' a breathless promise licked into their panting mouth. when his name comes back in answer, purr humming in their throat, he follows in chase, hips first. he would hear it again.
local bookcatte, Oz Relanah
hello old man. hello your tits,
a moodboard image split into nine (9) equal squares, each meant to represent or invoke something about Guiscard d'Enguerrand. from left to right, top to bottom: clothing: a faceless figure is dressed in inky black suiting, suit coat buttoned closed over a white dress shirt with shell buttons. they wear gold accessories, including a watch, a ring, and a brooch depicting half a human face in relief. color: a close up of an etched tray in black and gold, intricate patterns depicting flora and entwining vines. eyes: a sun in eclipse sinks below the horizon of the sea, light reflecting on the water. flower: crocus sativus. oc: a cropped portrait of Guiscard d'Enguerrand, Abanian dandy. he stares at the view, pupils lit faintly in gold. animal: a lion reclines on his back, paws folded and docile above him. they've gone rogue: a human skull missing its jaw is cradled in a hand, wearing a crown. place: two faceless figures dressed in suits tangle on a creased leather sofa. the figure on top is between the other's thighs, grasping at an ankle. quote: And Life went On. It was not The same. But it Went on.
an image of the results screen of an ocean fishing voyage with the achievement 'What Even Is That' displayed at receipt.
kheni'a, the ridiculous man you are,
a figure leans against a wall in a dark alley, face obscured with digital noise. their clothing is modern and dark, a cropped jacket and belted top revealing freckles and fractal-like branching scars on their skin. a hand is lifted to their head, implying a call. they have an electrope cigarette in their other hand, the ember glowing a familiar blue.
a portrait of Oz Relanah, dressed for the Elysian Soirée in accordance with theme: black, silver, and purple. their blind mask covers the upper half of their face, ornate wings sweeping up to their temples. black feather wings follow the same curve up to hide their ears, peeks of silver filigree cuffs over their fur. their clothing is layered decadence—a black shirt embellished with silver embroidery, a black on black brocade vest, and a black silk cape draped over a shoulder, edged in silverwork and silvered cord. though they wear gloves, silver rings are worn over the black leather. despite the theme, a brooch at their lapel and their collar bear gems of an inimitable morpho blue.
The Tower at Paradigm's Breach has ended. You received a player commendation! You received a player commendation! You received a player commendation! You received a player commendation! Your level is no longer synced.
a waist-up portrait of Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, on a stark backdrop. half their face is out of frame, visible from the nose down. they wear a black lace dress, long sleeves stretched past their wrists. over their gloves, they wear thin gold rings. their expression is neutral and calm, but their body language is closed, an arm drawn across their body.
Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, in a black latex bunny suit as the season would demand. the traditional white cuffs have been swapped for leather cuffs in the same brilliant white, and their eyepatch is also bright white. they lounge on their hip in the Gold Saucer, sitting atop one of the mahjong tables.
one (1) Guiscard mii has made it to Old SAD Bitches Island
a simple portrait of Huákinthos of Margarī́tēs, Oz Relanah's ancient counterpart. shown with neither mask nor veil, his azure hair is swept into a long, thick braid over their shoulder, dressed in black robes with silver trim. an iridescent eye regards the camera coolly.
what do you mean i bothered with hand posing when this is back there.
an eepy, eepy oz in their pajamas. who got them out of bed this early.
did you truly think this catte would not have a hurricane in hand the moment they were on vacation? more fool, you.
a gpose from the distant left, a blurred figure peeking from behind a striped beach chair.
oh look, a catte
Jean-Sylvain circa April 2024 in the early thoughts
Guiscard circa 2022 before he even had a name or an idea in mind outside of 'old man elf who looks good gilded.'
Oz circa September 2022, right as their character first started coalescing. ough. a babyyyy
the delighted emote from FFXIV on Oz Relanah set to "Angel Rain" from We ♥ Katamari. the toxoplasmosis is terminal, i fear.
an image of Oz Relanah, local businesscatte and perpetual source of toxoplasmosis
a glitchy, pixelated image of an image in a gallery being viewed by a Mysterious Onlooker
a close-up of Guiscard d'Enguerrand, this time without glasses. his pupils shine with a dim, golden light that nearly matches the color of his eyes. his open collar reveals a swath of chest hair.
an image of Guiscard d'Enguerrand, a duskwight Elezen. he wears finery in varying shades of grey and black—a black dress shirt with rolled sleeves, a silk brocade vest with golden buttons, grey pinstripe pants, and an inky-black overcoat with an exaggerated collar. he drips with golden accessories from earcuffs to open collar. his eyes are hidden behind round, dark lenses, the pince-nez rendered in gold frames.
Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, viewed from behind. they are nude but veiled in shadow. light skims over their skin, highlighting the contours of their body. their tail covers much of their lower body, fur trailing to the small of their back. a single drop of blood rolls down from their left shoulder.
an empty page of the Notes app, save the words 'My crazysexycool petard'
another moment in time, now with their eyeshine on display. their pupil gleams with blue light, Oz peeking from beneath their bangs.
Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, standing in a shaded spot on Oizys while wearing their crafting gear. blocky ear protection hangs around their neck, and mechanical arms are strapped to their shoulders over a black and silver suit tight against their body. a small beret sits on their head at a jaunty angle, and their eyepatch is a bright white. a carbuncle earring dangles from their ear, and Morpho rests on their shoulder in their butterfly form. they stand upright but relaxed, an arm tucked behind their back. their expression is gentle, good eye closed as they smile.
Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, on the dance floor in a Studio 54-esque disco. dressed in a gauzy white shirt cinched to their waist with black leather and tight leather pants, they pose with a knee raised high, showing off black pumps with red bottoms.
Oz Relanah, on Oizys, dressed in a ruffled blouse and tight leather pants. They peek from between their hands, their pose reminiscent of ballroom.
Oz is crafting during a red alert on Oizys. a word bubble (sent to shout) hangs over their head, reading: scouring winds is no excuse not to serve it forth
Proficiency chart for Guiscard d'Enguerrand, showing his martial and magical specialties.
Proficiency chart for Oz Relanah, showing their martial and magical specialties. Their spellcraft is much stronger than their martial skills, but they still have some strengths, particularly with rapier. Also, greatsword jumpscare.
it's February and my kufi is On,
oz and their Azem, Huákinthos, both wearing braids. oz has two (of four!) small braids on either side of their violet hair. Huákinthos wears his azure hair in one giant braid done over their left shoulder.
Guiscard Enguerrand, Abanian elezen and amorous old man. someone bite him about it; he deserves it,
a bingo for oz. i'm proud of them! they must have stretched and had a good breakfast.
oz is trying on the humble fit, and i am on my knees
that darn catte
Kheni'a Relanah, Oz's biological father, a Seeker of middle-age. His dark blue hair is in short locs, fading greys interspersed. His shirt is open and tucked into a corset latched at his waist, scars carved deep into his skin. He grins with teeth, eyes shining green in the dark. [for those of you who know your Seeker Naming Conventions, you should realize that Something's Fishy Here.]
the champion's entrance at the Arcadion feat. Oz Relanah. the other audio guy was fired.
my merriam-webster 2026 word is kind-hearted
Oz Relanah, miqo'te masc, enjoys a quiet moment of sipping tea and reflection. happy heavensturn, y'all.
Oz Relanah, a miqo'te masc, sitting for an impromptu photo. they rest their chin against their knuckles, smiling as they fix the camera with a narrowed eye. from January 2025.
a selection of #FuzzGposes from 2025 yibbee
a friend doing precisely one (1) back flip
Dewey, Oz's carbuncle, whiskering a mug of Uldahn kinderpunch. he looks very distinguished in his mortarboard and glasses, yes he does.
oz relanah, miq'ote masc, sitting at the Starlight Stalls enjoying a mug of Lominsan kinderpunch. they are mid-sip, dressed in Starlight finery—a lush red robe with long belled sleeves and a low collar, trimmed in fluffy, white fur. they wear a high-collared shirt beneath, buttoned to the neck. on each ear is a ear sleeve in identical red and white fur, hung with pompoms. Morpho, their contracted fae, sits on their shoulder, peering into the drink curiously.