⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒'𝓈 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 ⋆｡☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ

Lost, fluffy, and full of tea!
Let’s be friends forever, okay?

A bubbly, fluffy Miqo'te with no past and too much love to give.
I am known for my hugs, my glittery tail, and my habit of accidentally setting things on fire with magic I swear I didn't cast.

Facts!

  • Moogles are definitely trustworthy (they wear little hats, after all).

  • Jumping on beds is an important morning ritual.

  • Everyone gets a free hug. Whether they ask for it or not.

Dislikes

  • Scarry Masks

  • Rainy Days

  • PEOPLE THAT TOUCH MY PLUSHIES

ALIIIIIIIIIICE

  • Miqo'te

  • looks early 20

  • She/Her

  • "Cuddle Mage"(???)

  • Playful, giggly, extremely naïve

  • Loves snacks, shiny things, and friendship bracelets

  • Doesn’t understand sarcasm

  • Thinks “danger” is just a big dog you haven’t tamed yet

  • Has definitely licked aether crystals

My profile

  • Aliyah

  • Possessive, obsessive, manipulative

  • Speaks sweetly while planning terrible things

  • Can and will kill for someone she loves

  • Leaves notes with hearts on corpses

  • Thinks “forever” means FOREVER

“You smiled at me. That was enough.
Now you're mine. And I don’t share.”Love isn’t a feeling—it’s a promise.
A binding. A quiet kind of ownership.
Break it, and I'll make you beautiful in pieces.

OOC

  • Writer: 21+

  • Themes: Dark fluff, psychological horror, cute x creepy

  • Open to long-term RP, multi-character arcs, emotional twists

  • IC ≠ OOC (Alice is a little unhinged. I am not, promise.)

  • Discord available upon mutual interest!

The Star-Touched Fluffbrain

Alice doesn’t remember much—okay, she doesn’t remember anything at all, really. Not where she came from, not what city she’s from (though she insists it was “probably the one with really shiny rocks”), and certainly not why she can summon glowy orbs with her hands when she gets excited. What she does know is this:1. Moogles are definitely trustworthy (they wear little hats, after all).2. Jumping on beds is an important morning ritual.3. Everyone gets a free hug. Whether they ask for it or not.Alice was found outside Gridania, giggling as she tried to hug a coeurl kitten (which was, notably, very not into it). She was barefoot, tangled in leaves, and wearing her oversized sweater like it was a fashion statement. When asked who she was, she tilted her head and blinked. “Uhh... Alice? I think? That’s what I call myself when I talk to myself!”The Conjurers at Stillglade Fane tried diagnosing her aether—only to find it’s a jumbled mess of fragmented energies. Scholars think her memories were magically sealed or siphoned away. Others think she’s a rogue familiar or voidsent that became self-aware. Alice’s theory?“Maybe I fell out of the sky because the stars sneezed me out! That happens, right?”She currently lives in the Lavender Beds (after mistaking a stranger’s house for her own, then being adopted by the elderly Lalafell who lived there). She spends her days skipping around Eorzea with childlike wonder, asking wildly inappropriate questions (“Do chocobos poop while they run?”) and offering people snacks she "found" (probably not safe).Despite her bubbly idiocy, Alice has surprising instincts. She can sense people’s emotions easily and sometimes says things that sound strangely profound—like she's repeating something long forgotten.She’s also unusually hard to hurt. Once, she walked through a fire trap and came out only slightly singed—with her hair puffier than usual and a cheerful, “Ooooh, toasty!”People are drawn to her in spite of themselves. Her laughter is infectious. Her innocence is baffling. And her magic—uncontrolled and whimsical—feels like something older than even the Echo.She doesn’t know who she was before… but maybe that’s okay.Right now, she’s Alice, the bright-eyed fluffball who hugs monsters, mispronounces every city name (“Uhldah... Uldo... Uldoodle?”), and believes love and snacks can save the world.And who knows—maybe one day, she’ll stumble into the truth behind her past…...probably while chasing a butterfly.

❖ The Petal and the Thorn ❖

“You’re mine now. Forever. Okay?”

It started with a crush.Alice didn’t know it was called that at first. She just felt warm when he smiled at her. Her ears twitched when he spoke. Her tail fluffed up whenever he walked past. His name was Kael—a kind adventurer who had helped her out of a mess involving some very aggressive marmots, three crates of stolen apples, and a surprisingly slippery cliff.He had called her cute. And that was it. Her heart never stopped fluttering after that.She followed him from a distance at first. Then closer. Then… always. She brought him little gifts. Things she "found": feathers, polished stones, a tuft of hair from one of his enemies (he didn’t ask how she got it, and she didn’t say). She baked cookies—badly. She sat outside his Free Company house every morning. Waiting.“Just making sure you’re okay!” she’d say sweetly, smile wide, ears perked.But something began to shift. Slowly. Painfully. Obsessively.One day, she saw him laughing with someone else. A woman. A healer. Alice didn’t remember what the conversation was about. Just that it made her feel cold. Then warm. Then… angry."She touched his shoulder," Alice whispered to herself later, lying in her bed with her arms wrapped tight around a plushie. "That’s not okay. He didn’t say she could touch him. That’s my spot."That night, the healer disappeared from her party mid-dungeon. Rumors of a “connection issue.”
A week later, she was found in Southern Thanalan. Dead. Her body twisted, but untouched by beast or blade.Only a small note was left, tucked into her gear:“He doesn’t need you anymore. Teehee!”Alice kept smiling. Her usual self. Playful. Naïve. Hugging people. Skipping. Laughing.But those closest to her began to sense something different.Sometimes, her eyes didn’t quite match her words.
Sometimes, she giggled when someone got hurt.
Sometimes… she whispered to her tail like it could hear her.Kael eventually disappeared too. His friends say he simply vanished.Alice insists he’s still nearby. That he’s just resting. That he loves her very, very much.“He said I was his precious little bunny,” she tells a stranger, her voice dreamy as she sips tea. “So I made sure he’ll never leave again.”
Her house in the Lavender Beds remains warm and tidy. But the basement—locked tight—smells faintly of metal and perfume.