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fearne
@almandines.bsky.social
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🔞NSFW, occasional dark/dead dove | NO AI | they/she | bi | 30+ | white

will probably overshare about writing. no, my name is not from CR.

#fearnexiv | #anora | #arina | #wolsid | #wolcred

almandines @ ao3 ( #fearnefic )

i: eildonmoon, h: mrhapsodyXIV
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fearne @almandines.bsky.social · 13d
thank you for the share and for including writers 🥺 I'm fearne and I write ffxiv fic! lots of wolnpc and lately a decent amount of npc-centric stuff!

you can find me on ao3 here: archiveofourown.org/users/almand...

here are a few snips! 💜 (with links below)
For better or worse, G'raha Tia had been a historian. Of all things from the distant past, it was this to which the Exarch clung the tightest. Deep in the bowels of the Tower, the Ironworks had left him a library stocked full of every text they could find, from cookbooks to grimoires to schoolchildren's notepads, and from it he had carefully curated his own private collection: a single shelf of rare, esoteric, and mostly handwritten tomes preserving a history it would be his life's work to erase. He'd obsessively read every page that even so much as mentioned the Scions of the Seventh Dawn in passing, committing them to his mind so thoroughly he could still recite many from memory if asked. "Thancred Waters" was a name he knew only in ink. He was a ghost who haunted the margins—a handful of words in the dark and little more. This, the Exarch had long surmised, was by design. But no name on a page could be a suitable substitute for meeting a man in the flesh. No written account could have possibly prepared him for the volatility, nor for the instinct to hold his breath and brace himself in his presence, to dig in his heels and stand his ground. He'd been prepared for an Archon, an academic from his homeland, but instead he found callused hands and a shadowed sneer. The similarities between them ended at the Sharlayan marks on their necks, and the Exarch's had long been consumed by crystal. Cahciua’s bedroom had always been cluttered. An organized mess, she had called it the times Erenville asked her how she could ever hope to find anything she was looking for. Shelves of trinkets and overgrown potted plants obscured piles of loose paper wherever he had looked. He remembered the chaos spilling throughout the house, having to shove aside a stack of mail or a new package of seeds to make space on the dining room table to eat his meals; rarely having a place to sit because every chair held a new fern or ivy specimen. His own room had been sparse, entirely by choice. There, he could retreat from the chaos to a world that was clean and orderly—organized without the mess. In cleanliness there was harmony, a peaceful escape from his mother’s fondness for dissonance. Some decades ago, the Crystal Exarch had taken to standing before a mirror each morning and repeating to himself his own name. He did this as he raised his hood, restored his shadowy facial glamour, and prepared to step into the endless scorching daylight as someone else. It was, at first, an affirmation that even as he walked alone in an unknown world, he still had a name. Later, it became a desperate mantra—a rhythm burned into his mouth, lest he fall silent and forget it entirely. It was a name that did not belong among those who had come to see the Crystal Tower as a shining beacon of hope, for whom it would always provide. But the more the tower gave to those around him, the more of him it consumed. He could live with it taking his flesh, his aether, his very lifeblood, but he could not stomach the thought that it might one day consume all of who he was. Thus, he held tight to this small ritual, meaningless to anyone else, in hopes that he could keep his name of all things so tightly guarded that it would somehow remain his even as everything else slipped away. And so when it came time to share his name with another, it was a practiced sound, a familiar rhythm, worn into his teeth and tongue the way footsteps wore grooves into the stairs of an old family home. The last time Thancred prayed to the Twelve, he was in Ishgard. Even in the dingy shadows of the city's depths where he'd be hard-pressed to imagine the eyes of a god could reach, they'd cobbled together a tiny shrine to their Fury, built of ice-chipped stone and a broken, likely stolen statue. A handful of rusted and bent gil coins lay atop it, next to a stale loaf of bread that would have done a lot more to answer prayers were it kept in a Brume family's cupboard than offered to Halone. Desperation, more than devotion, drove him to his knees in the midnight snow with the fire of a middling whiskey still burning in his chest. He'd never paid much mind to Halone before, having always been stretched too thin between the Navigator and the Scholar. He'd belonged to both of them and neither, a soul adrift upon the waves. He'd had two homes but no roots to show for them, given a god the moment he'd been given a name. But Halone was here—well, insofar as he could imagine the prayers of the lowly could reach her ears when those who lived in luxury atop soaring spires had an advantage so much closer to her halls—and she would do. The prayer was an amorphous thing, an amalgam of thoughts and pretty words while he tried to force his silver tongue to dance around the truth. "Bring her back" felt rather profane when it really meant "Take her from Hydaelyn." None save himself, god or otherwise, would dare oppose the Mothercrystal—a thought proven correct when the only thing he heard in response to his silent plea was the crunch of unfamiliar footsteps on the snow. The stranger passed him by without a word. That was how it was in Ishgard—crowds enough that he could never find a moment to himself, but he was still never anything but alone. It wasn't worth it, he resolved as he stood and brushed soot and snow from his knees. If ever he were to whisper the name of another god, the Twelve would have no place upon his tongue.
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sleepinguna.bsky.social
自分で描いたサンクレッドのらくがきはこれが一番好きかも　
#FF14　#Thancred
January 8, 2026 at 3:09 AM
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thanatosaria.bsky.social
"it was a dark and stormy night" or smth. idk i just wanted to look at her,

✧ #sayana ✧
sayana in an all black outfit consisting of a beret, choker, leather crop top with ruffles, off shoulder sleeves with belts, lace skirt, and boots. she stands in ul'dah as it rains.
January 8, 2026 at 3:37 AM
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ectojyunk.bsky.social
Was practicing smth, became comic instead
#🖌️ #emetraha #exselch
Exarch notices Emet’s gargantuan Galvus heirloom ass peaking from the covers Exarch thinks: “Next time… I want to top.” while laying back down with an image of a booty island manifesting in his mind.
January 8, 2026 at 2:55 AM
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bunnythermos.bsky.social
a somewhat kinder fate

( #ffxiv #wolcred #thancred )
thancred and missy as children playing together in a stream in the twelveswood. they're covered in cuts, bruises, scrapes, grass stains; bathed in the hues of a sunset. evidence of a day spent having fun. missy stands in the water picking at the bunch of lavender in her hands. thancred is a few paces in front of her, crouching on a rock near the bank and pointing at something beneath the surface. the white vignette implies it is a fantasy.
January 8, 2026 at 3:43 AM
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wacowacoco.bsky.social
うおーん時間切れサンクレッド祭り！！！多謝！！！！
Wip
January 8, 2026 at 3:32 AM
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decafdraws.bsky.social
Plugging this again because Twitter is a hellsite!

If you are a FFXIV artist who has recently migrated from Twitter to bsky, please let me know and I will add you to a starter pack!
decafdraws.bsky.social Decaf @decafdraws.bsky.social · Nov 17
Created a starter pack for FFXIV artists on bsky! Since a lot of artists are migrating from twitter to bsky, I figured this would be a useful resource. If you would like to be added to this list, please let me know!
January 8, 2026 at 3:44 AM
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tsuyuna.bsky.social
anyway. after 84 years... themb
January 8, 2026 at 3:46 AM
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mochamorii.bsky.social
i had a really cursed bumper sticker idea...
January 8, 2026 at 12:52 AM
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housegoblin.bsky.social
I hope 2026 is kind to us all
January 1, 2026 at 4:09 PM
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rakeeshsorrel.bsky.social
DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT
January 7, 2026 at 11:04 PM
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uroko.bsky.social
お気に入りサンクレッド再掲

#uroko_FF14
January 8, 2026 at 2:28 AM
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theoldesthouse.bsky.social
shadow walk with me || #art #ffxivart #ffxiv
January 8, 2026 at 1:43 AM
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inmyleylines.bsky.social
[This cutscene cannot be skipped.]

tysm @orbonner.bsky.social for capturing B'alith's massive Nerd Vibes so well 🥰
An illustration of B'alith, dressed in his typical black robes, speaking passionately and at length about something. He has one hand raised as if to emphasize his point, and several speech bubbles are drawn around his head.
January 8, 2026 at 12:34 AM
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shadowedvigil.bsky.social
— Do not seek forgiveness, for it will not ease the burden. It weighs as it should.

in love with this beautiful gift of d’alia and fray from @liilas.bsky.social for our group’s holidays exchange event <3

#alia☀️ | #fraymyste | #ffxivdrk | #miqote | #ffxivart
vertical art of my miqo’te wol, d’alia, in dark knight armor with a determined scowl as she holds her sword in front of her face. fray hovers behind her as a shadowed figure, holding her hand on the sword hilt. the colors are inspired by the blood gauge and the art contains a blurred effect.
January 8, 2026 at 12:21 AM
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medic-e.bsky.social
Moving here from my twitter due to recent updates on that platform. Too bad really I hope people here can enjoy my art tho!

#art #FFXIV
January 7, 2026 at 6:00 PM
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formthehead.bsky.social
Morning Lyse #FFXIV #FFXIVART
March 11, 2024 at 4:57 PM
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halvedhekate.bsky.social
G'raha Nsfw

☽ #halvedhekateart ☾
January 8, 2026 at 1:18 AM
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trueref.bsky.social
I promise your life will be better if you never look up who has blocked you or what block lists you're on.
January 7, 2026 at 10:48 PM
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gunte5.bsky.social
サンクレッドを放流します
January 7, 2026 at 12:57 PM
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witchlet.bsky.social
shout out to trans women
January 7, 2026 at 7:09 PM
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arcadianpeach.bsky.social
I will not post the finished but you guys can have this
December 18, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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bloodwhet.etheirys.social
There are two cats with red hair and strong feelings about either sharing or not sharing sandwiches.

Know the difference.

It could save your life.
V’kebbe (Final Fantasy XIV) grins with delight while eating a sandwich. A piece of egg is stuck around her mouth and she tries to catch it with her tongue.
January 7, 2026 at 10:28 PM
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myrmidia.bsky.social
Falenarel, the Chantress of Change ✨
#dnd #falenarel #thechainbreakers
January 7, 2026 at 4:35 PM
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chiquicreates.bsky.social
I haven't really been promoting my merch shop much but I do have an etsy with mostly #FFXIVMerch! You can find it here:

✨ chiquicreates.etsy.com

I have mugs, hoodies and other apparel, posters, prints, notebooks, and so much more, including lots of customizable ones!

#XIVFMN #ffxiv
Black mug with yellow sky and sun-themed abstract print with Azem's stone in the middle. Custom glass tumbler with bamboo lid and plastic straw. This custom has the sage, dancer, and astrologian job stones and the words: Athena Endo, Warrior of Light. Abstract, Astrologian-themed purple and gold art print. Black pullover hoodie with yellow sky and sun-themed abstract print with Azem's stone in the middle. Azem's stone icon is also on the front of the hoodie, on the left side if worn.
January 7, 2026 at 9:27 AM
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ciphox.bsky.social
rough digital sketch of artist's wol looking aggrieved at thancred, who is saying (cropped text post) "hey baby i wish you were my job because then i wouldn't really care about you but i'd kind of halfheartedly do you anyway"
December 7, 2025 at 5:24 PM