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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 · 8d
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.
almandines.bsky.social
"Cognitive amplifier tools" just say you're fucking stupid lol
culturecrave.co Culture Crave 🍿 @culturecrave.co · 6h
Microsoft CEO Satya Nadella says people should move beyond calling AI 'slop'

"We need to get beyond the arguments of slop vs sophistication and develop a new equilibrium ... that accounts for humans being equipped with these new cognitive amplifier tools as we relate to each other"
January 3, 2026 at 5:43 AM
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mattmcmuscles.bsky.social
January 3, 2026 at 1:40 AM
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specterxiv.bsky.social
okay yuri time

#gpose #gposers #ffxivgpose #ryne #alisaieleveilleur #aliryne #npcship
A gpose of a tender moment between Alisaie and Ryne in the Crystarium. The two are on the stairs of one of the watchtowers, leaning against the fence. Alisaie has a hand on Ryne's waist, and Ryne is clutching Alisaie's other hand in hers, cupping her shoulder with the other. She's leaning in toward her and both girls are smiling.
January 3, 2026 at 5:06 AM
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pyixus.bsky.social
Look at the sky, I'm still here.
⭒₊ ⊹🌕₊ ⊹⭒

#Sokera | #Sifiya
The moon tarot card, it showcases my wife’s character, Sifiya, holding the moon in her hands, her eyes are closed and she has stars behind her in a blue background. She is wearing her red dress, her heart freckles on her skin, and her big floppy pink and white ears. The moon represents her, as well as being the rabbit on the moon. The moon tarot can mean a lot of things, for Sifiya it is Wisdom, Self Discovery, and embracing the mystical, all true to her character. My character, Sokera, representing the Star tarot card. She is holding the Star in her hands, her eyes closed and skin freckled with her constellations. Her long black hair, and iconic black fit when it comes to her celestial being. Her hands white gradient that then turns to her stars. The star tarot card represents Sokera the best, both physically & in what the card features. The star in tarot is for Peace, Hope, Healing, & Guidance; true to her, her role as a guardian, and aesthetics.
January 3, 2026 at 1:29 AM
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mischiefmilly.bsky.social
a january irie vs a december irie 🐲✨
A gpose of #Irie looking coyly to her right, her hand running against her cheek Irie standing in the Starlight markets with curly bangs and coiled hair. She looks down to the right, her left hand up and touching her chin in thought
January 2, 2026 at 3:58 AM
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drkmind.bsky.social
haunting your city

thancred, ryne, & named wol | mature | shadowbringers msq

#drkmindfic

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/76913986
"He can't stand to be around me. Because I'm not her. I'm not his Minfilia." There's an impulse to offer assurances in the form of denying what they both know to be an obvious truth; ultimately however, Khaliun settles on commiserating. "Neither am I." And he despises her for it, every single day. Minfilia's absence has had five years to fester.
January 2, 2026 at 6:25 AM
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papapia.bsky.social
two kinds of cat design
December 24, 2025 at 8:51 PM
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fenrishion.bsky.social
snowbuncles
#ffziv #ff14
January 3, 2026 at 12:58 AM
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rincewind.run
there are endless headlines about "grok apologizes" or "grok says it will be fixed" after it generated CSAM using pictures of minors and zero headlines about "grok being shut down" or "musk and xAI in big legal trouble" and I think something fundamental has broken here
January 2, 2026 at 6:59 PM
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zantruong.bsky.social
Start your year with Estinien
#ffxiv #ff14
January 2, 2026 at 10:33 AM
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decafdraws.bsky.social
Big fan of characters who are incredibly down bad but instead of expressing it like a normal person they just repress it until it comes out in increasingly questionable ways
January 2, 2026 at 9:29 PM
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itsmeishmi.bsky.social
Halmarut, please!

I love their dynamic so far, hehehe!

#shmiart #FFXIVART #FFXIV
December 31, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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mischiefmilly.bsky.social
in the coming year, may you do the things that bring you joy and fulfillment even if they're a little hard or a little scary

surround yourself with the people who are honest and present for you 🩷 "it takes a village" isn't only for raising children, but also for preserving creativity and community
January 2, 2026 at 7:02 PM
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nickcapozzoli.bsky.social
bsky.app/profile/nick...
January 2, 2026 at 3:30 PM
almandines.bsky.social
"What fics do you want to write this year" if you saw my to-do list you would choke
January 2, 2026 at 6:29 PM
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bananly.bsky.social
I am a chronic post liker. I will like your post. It will mean many things. 'This is good', 'I hear you', 'It gets better', 'This was funny', 'Yahoo', 'Throwing eggs'. You will deal with it. This is our social contract
June 14, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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pyixus.bsky.social
⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆
The Moon.

Wisdom • Intuition • Imagination
#Sifiya | #★
January 2, 2026 at 1:08 PM
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slappy0pappy.bsky.social
Winterers #Halmarut #7.4Spoilers
January 2, 2026 at 11:48 AM
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specterxiv.bsky.social
did you know that one of the early concepts for fatebreaker was a prince on a white horse

#gpose
January 2, 2026 at 11:03 AM
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azathiel.bsky.social
January 2, 2026 at 9:44 AM
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elizakras.bsky.social
#FFXIV #FF14
January 2, 2026 at 6:28 AM
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berryberry-arts.bsky.social
in honor of once again being jumpscared by my own critical role fanart on Pinterest here’s a favorite vaxleth piece I’ve done
#vaxleth #criticalrole #criticalrolefanart #fanart #throwback #crspoilers
January 29, 2025 at 12:26 AM
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dreadwyrmtrance.bsky.social
#7.4spoilers
mini halmarut n her funny little guy
January 2, 2026 at 9:11 AM
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lostcitymagic.bsky.social
A message for you all to carry through the year
Image is a popular astronaut meme. An astronaut is looking at the earth from space saying wait, I am worthy of love? An astronaut is behind him holding up flowers and saying always have been
January 1, 2026 at 6:32 AM
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froggercube.bsky.social
🪴

#7.4spoilers
January 2, 2026 at 7:30 AM