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fearne @almandines.bsky.social · 12d

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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jay

@seraphic.bsky.social

anyway it's that time again:

the savage fourth floor boss transition (and music, and arena, and design...) is a spoiler for lots of folks! we want to experience it for the first time in game🥲 please be considerate and tag it before posting. thank you!

January 5, 2026 at 6:59 PM

fearne

@almandines.bsky.social

world first lindwurm kill

January 7, 2026 at 12:32 AM

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Lizard Time @ Shaved Howling Blade

@haephnes.bsky.social

Tied 🪢

#rakocs | #rakart | #viera

January 6, 2026 at 8:21 AM

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Katt

@sarcastickatt.bsky.social

Thanks

January 6, 2026 at 10:33 PM

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eggu 🐴neigh🐴

@egguv.bsky.social

slow dance until our traces no longer remain #ffxiv #ff14 #myart

January 6, 2026 at 8:00 PM

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Coffee/River 🐈‍⬛💫

@coffeecatss.bsky.social

“I’m yours”

(Set circa cr1e65)
#criticalrolefanart #criticalroleart #vaxleth #vaxildan #keyleth #voxmachina

Art of Keyleth and Vax’ildan from Critical Role Campaign 1 / Vox Machina. They are holding hands and Almost kissing; Keyleth is in her green tunic and lit from the front, with blue flowers in her hair; Vax is wearing Deathwalker’s ward with his iridescent raven feather cloak swirling around them both.

January 6, 2026 at 5:34 PM

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sahar 🌙

@omnistruck.bsky.social

"em dashes are AI" i didn't memorize alt+0151 and option+shift+hyphen to be accused of such treachery

January 6, 2026 at 9:28 PM

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chidorinnn

@chidorinnn.bsky.social

more shadowbringers posts that aren’t strictly about shadowbringers in origin, but are about shadowbringers to me

tumblr post by femslashspuffy (jan 4)
“Dubcon but it's me bringing you back from the dead”

tumblr post by aphel1on (oct 9, 2025)
“"character doing a c+ job of breaking the cycle of abuse" is such a crunchy dynamic forever. what if i'm giving my all to give you a better life than i had and i'm succeeding but "better" just isn't quite enough. what if my blind spots and deeply ingrained trauma and inexperience mean that you will be indelibly scarred by me despite my best efforts. what if my abuser's influence still bleeds through at times because i know nothing else. what if i go so far in the opposite direction to avoid it that i hurt you in ways i couldn't have anticipated. what if my undeniable love and unforgivable shortcomings came part and parcel with each other. what if your love and gratitude and resentment and pain came part and parcel too. what if we both knew you deserved better but i was all you had. what if we had to move forward and reckon with that. what then”

tumblr post by valtsv (sept 18, 2025)
“anyone mind if i get a little bicurious on this suicide mission”

tumblr post and two comments
1. by swarnpert (jan 19, 2025)
“can you take my white ass to funkytown”
2. by jame7t (jan 19, 2025)
“nope. torture city again”
3. by swarnpert (jan 19, 2025)
“come on”

January 6, 2026 at 9:29 PM

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fray myste armchair therapy

@eatingbread.bsky.social

i have been waiting for an excuse to post this

January 6, 2026 at 9:43 PM

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#1 ryneposter @ 7.4 spoilers

@specterxiv.bsky.social

isn't there someone you forgot to ask

January 6, 2026 at 9:36 PM

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⛧

@obscurum.bsky.social

[ #7.4spoilers ]
some personal touches.

January 6, 2026 at 5:11 AM

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aria @ 7.4 ✨

@thanatosaria.bsky.social

day 3 | travel

oh, the sights we'll see ✨

✧ #gpose ✧ #aura ✧ #sayana ✧
✧ #auraapril ✧

sayana, smiling while holding out her hand for a sparrow flying around her. she is standing among trees, the sun shining upon her.

April 3, 2025 at 7:07 PM

fearne

@almandines.bsky.social

M4 is thematically cool as hell and the music fucks, that's all thank you.

Cin || Where is my clown?!?!?! @frapurrchino.bsky.social · 6h

A question for the players today. From each Arcadion tier, which fight is your favourite, and why? The mechanics? The music? Boss design?

Does this count as a #wolqotd ?

January 6, 2026 at 6:44 PM

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chilly milly ❄️ MAGfest 🔜

@mischiefmilly.bsky.social

-- been overseas, been havin' dreams 🌊

「 #GPOSERS ⟡ #irie ⟡ #aura 」

My Xaela wol standing with a hand on her hip as she soaks in the morning sun. The camera is angled up at her, teasing at her thigh scales as she runs her thumb over them. Over her belly she wears body jewelry to suit the baby blue swimsuit. She eyes something to her left

October 15, 2025 at 2:53 AM

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chilly milly ❄️ MAGfest 🔜

@mischiefmilly.bsky.social

-- light the match to taste the heat 🧨

「 #GPOSERS ⟡ #irie ⟡ #aura 」

My Xaela wol Irie dressed in a bodysuit with a see-through bodice, a hand running inquisitively along her chin as she looks to the left of the camera. Her left hand is running through the flames of the candles by her.

December 3, 2024 at 5:10 AM

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Erin Reed

@erininthemorning.com

1. Did you know that Girl Scouts has, for a long time, accepted trans girls and nonbinary scouts?

Trans kids are under attack. Every year, I make a thread of trans and nonbinary girl scouts you can get your cookies from.

Lets get our cookies from them this year in solidarity!

2026 Trans Girl Scouts To Order Cookies From!

This year, consider ordering your Girl Scout cookies from a trans girl scout to make their day!

www.erininthemorning.com

January 6, 2026 at 4:16 PM

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chilly milly ❄️ MAGfest 🔜

@mischiefmilly.bsky.social

✨ happy new year, mis amores!!

#Scribbles&Mischief, an event to come together and hang out while working on whatever creative pursuits are sparking joy!! you're welcome to come afk and get to work and/or chitchat and brainstorm to your heart's content 🩷🩷

Scribbles and Mischief

Details:
⋗ January 21st, 8-10pm EST
⋗ Crystal ⋆ Diabolos ⋆ Empyreum Ward 30, Plot 5
⋗ Bring a cozy glam and a project you're working on, whether it be fic, art or anything in-between!! ♡
⋗ Feel free to use #Scribbles&Mischief to share your progress!! ♡

January 6, 2026 at 5:01 AM

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chilly milly ❄️ MAGfest 🔜

@mischiefmilly.bsky.social

-- my one-and-only-perfect answer 🌧️

「 #GPOSERS ⟡ #irie ⟡ #aura 」

My Xaela wol Irie posed like Reze in a pool, nude. The water comes up to above her breasts and her skin is covered in droplets of water. Her eyes glow like levin in the dim light and she reaches forward to the camera, bidding you to join her

January 6, 2026 at 3:52 AM

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kia

@atomeja.bsky.social

halmarut... #ffxiv

January 6, 2026 at 6:07 PM

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Kiwi 🥝| Ur!anger's 🕳

@xenoglossxiv.etheirys.social

"Seven ddoses cast, seven connections foretold. Yet at the end of the broken path lies disconnect, and disconnect alone."

January 6, 2026 at 11:44 AM

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ackwell

@ackwell.au

screenshot of a strategy board in xiv, titled "only strat you need"
the contents read

THERE ARE
LINES
ON THE
FLOOR

where (most of) "LINES" is written with line objects, and "FLOOR" is written with variously coloured attack objects

December 18, 2025 at 1:57 PM

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marketable hesperos plush🔜MAGFEST

@tirabeesu.bsky.social

due to the success of metem saying just whatever during arcadion and lumulls very relatable telling the boss to STOP DOING THAT in doomtrain, i would like to posit more raids with eccentric lalafells yelling at us over intercoms

January 6, 2026 at 5:52 AM

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estelle labelle. ☄️

@witchlet.bsky.social

the act of creation is beautiful and more ppl should engage in it. even if you don't think you have good ideas or designs. they will evolve with you. just try!

January 6, 2026 at 4:08 PM