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amateur writer | aspiring mediocre artist | avid reader

Asexual biromantic

Sharing vibes I like, thoughts, and the occasional creative work

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quinnthebard.bsky.social
I saw a post about posting your elezen so I guess I'll share mine but quietly lol. This is Eminne
An elezen original character for FFXIV with long wavy blue-black hair and lighter blue highlights. Her eyes are a very light yellow-green. She's wearing a light blue shawl over a belted blue dress.
November 19, 2025 at 12:19 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
reposting some of my fic things because I'm in my feels and because I can lmao
November 18, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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quinnthebard.bsky.social
Fic WIP snips relevant to this thread:

Prologue:
tinyurl.com/3kajmskk
tinyurl.com/3katskuc

Childhood of Past Lives:
tinyurl.com/yhcbnkhy
tinyurl.com/bdfb7zwh (Dragon perspective)

Letters and Book Entries I made up for this to start chapters lol:
tinyurl.com/kxbyuerm
October 22, 2025 at 12:01 AM
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quinnthebard.bsky.social
posted my wip wednesday over on tumblr dot com if you're interested :)
www.tumblr.com/quinnthebard...
Tumblr screenshot of text that reads: WIP Wednesday - 10/22/2025 Fic: it's not love (it might be closer to despair) - Chapter 23 preview Ship: March x f!Farmer NOTE: this has not been proofread at all lmao. I wrote the bulk of it yesterday Evie opens the letter that Eiland received on her behalf in regards to her pendant. Elsie recognizes the sender's name and gets involved.
October 23, 2025 at 12:39 AM
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quinnthebard.bsky.social
✨WIP Wednesday ✨

#FieldsofMistria
tenatively just known as past lives fic lol

www.tumblr.com/quinnthebard...
screenshot of tumblr post that reads WIP Wednesday - 10/29/2025 past lives fic snippet in the past: the final sealing NOTE: This fic is dual timeline featuring the past lives of the Farmer (Mathilda / Dragonsworn) and Eiland (Kiliaen, Kiel for short / the Oracle). In this snippet specifically, Mathilda plans to seal herself alongside Caldarus' stray essence with the help of the Witch Queens to ensure his essence doesn't fade completely into the void and out of existence. This is hers and Kiel's final moments before that happens.
October 29, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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quinnthebard.bsky.social
Oooh boy, let me see what I can find lol. We've got a mix of fandoms here. Fields of Mistria, BG3, and FFXIV.

I'll tag (if you want! I don't have a lot of writer friends anymore):
@kireon.bsky.social
@frostmantle.bsky.social
@lumikat.bsky.social
@irisopranta.bsky.social
Screenshot of Scrivener that reads: The bells of the cloister tower were deafening as they rang their final toll. Everyone could feel the change in the air when it had begun. It was as if the world had become muted, its colors dulled. And still Kiliaen worked. If history was going to pivot so drastically—as it so often does, the rise and fall of civilizations were nothing new—he’d do everything he could to ensure their stories would be preserved. If not for himself, then for the time that surely their deity would be restored. In this central room of the temple, he would store the many scrolls that would outline their history, their rituals, their practices. He would take his time. However much time it would take to ensure they were properly protected, the sigils on them correctly placed and magicked. It was imperative that this knowledge reached those in the future that they could trust. With care, he stuck his index finger in the magicked pot of ink, drawing the strokes he became so familiar with during training, that he was told he would probably never need to use. The practice sheets from way back then had been destroyed, as had been common practice, which added another layer to this out of body experience. When one imagined the end of the world as they knew it, he assumed they did not think they would be hunched over religious and historical texts. But if he were honest with himself, he had no other place he’d rather be. At least under the circumstances. There were a couple places he’d rather be. One that no longer existed. At least not corporeally. The other was who-knows-where probably combating the intense physical symptoms of the severing of a mental bond. His finger shook as that thought flitted through his mind and he paused. The ink running on the parchment, its edges growing hazy, the stroke much too wide. AO3 Text Screenshot: Against her better judgment, she spit at him. “Cute, but also wrong.” He adjusted his grip on her so that one hand pinned both of hers above her head against the trunk of the tree. His now free hand wiped his face then covered her mouth. “Unfortunately, a bitch must be muzzled. I’ll ask one more time, then give you a chance to cooperate. Understand?” Glaring, she nodded. “Good girl. This is your final chance. Tell— Fuck!“ Her teeth clamped into the meat of his palm, breaking the skin and when he jumped back, she dove for her dagger. Immediately, she took a defensive stance, wary of the man before her. “You bit me!” Astarion shook his hand as if that would rid him of the wound. “Hells, if you’re into that kind of thing, you only had to tell me.” Licking his lips, he smiled devilishly as if he savored her savagery. His eyes were sharp as they peered down at her, all sharp angles and blood red. Her heart pounded. “Trust me, I’m not. Not unless I’m the one biting.” “Oh, don’t knock it ‘til you try it, darling.” Sarynna squinted, her words dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll keep that in mind.” “There, civil conversation. Can we try again?” He put his hands on his hips. “Frankly, whatever your past, it doesn’t change that you’re one of the more sickeningly kind people I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with. I just need to know who I’m working with and if you can perform at full capacity, all the better. We don’t have the luxury of presenting or best selves. Time is against us.” Shaking her head, Sarynna’s eyes flitted about while she considered his words. It’s not as if being kind has entirely endeared her to the vampire. She noticed his annoyance when she went out of her way to help people, no matter how small. Perhaps this could work in her favor. Perhaps he’d find a kindred spirit if he knew the truth and that was something she could use to her advantage. “I thought you already gave me my final chance?” “I’m feeling generous.” Screenshot of text from AO3: Her hands roam over the cloth of his robes and he curses them. His skin demands to be touched properly without the dulling effect of the fabric and he acquiesces, willing it to fade out of existence, it spilling off of him in dark aether. If Keaira objects, she does not react thusly instead her motions growing far more greedy as her fingers trace the muscles of his back, nails gently scratching across his flesh. He growls at the sensation, teeth nipping at her lips. His body reacts in ways it hasn’t in countless years. He can feel his arousal grow and while before he thinks he would have felt repulsed, instead he feels anticipation, desire. It dawns on him that he wants this. And it terrifies him. But not as much as the fact that she seems to desire it as well. Her back arches against him, pressing her sex against his leg grinding just right causing her to moan, chest rumbling in pleasure. The sound, the feeling of it causes a feral part of him to surge within. His fist grasps her dark locks, fingers tangling, pulling just enough to elicit a gasp from her soft lips. Azure eyes are held tightly shut as her face shows a mix of pain and pleasure, the clash of sensations stimulating her, pushing her to the edge. Still, he continues to rut against her as she spreads her legs, cunt exposed to him and panting as if she were a beast in heat to be bred. Such acts would be considered abhorrent in Amaurot. How far has the world fallen? How far has he fallen? At this moment, he is not Elidibus, Emissary. He is a man fallen prey to instinctual need, led by the whims of his flesh. A flesh that has spent way too long being denied it’s desires. But who is here to police him? None are left. It is only him. So in solitude, he is cast from the heavens and plummets to the earth to spend eternity amongst the mortals. Screenshot from Scrivener: “Not like that, Evie.” He scowled down at her but his scowls no longer held power over her and she ignored it, instead reaching up to fix his bandanna and brush his bangs out of his eyes. “I don’t know. I think we’re going to give Elsie the wrong impression. We’ll be the source of even further salacious rumors.” “Never mind. I take it back. Have fun on Celine’s couch.” “Aw, don’t be like that. I’d love to spend the night. Or nights. How long did this say it would take?” “About a week or so.” “Damn.” “Is there something wrong with that?” “I’m going to get to talk about so many rocks with Olric.” Huffing, he crossed his arms. “And what about me?” “Jealous? Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you too.” “There better.” “My grumpy blacksmith will be properly attended to, don’t worry.” Before glancing down at the quote again, she kissed him on the cheek. “This seems reasonable enough. I can gather the hardwood from the deep woods. Those trees grow like weeds, I swear. If we need more copper or iron, I can get that too.” “Ore is handled. We have plenty.” “Good, good.” She hummed. “A week or so? Starting… after the festival about? So day after tomorrow?” “That’s the plan if you sign off.” “And if I don’t?” He shrugged. “Your suffering I suppose.” “Then I suppose I must.” Smiling, she looked up at him. “By the way, I didn’t know you had a spare room.” Sheepishly, he looked away. “Oh, I don’t.” “Scandalous! Just one bed between the two of us?” Heat rushed through his cheeks. “Don’t start that again.” “But my virtue!” “Evie…” She grabbed his hand with a tongue in teeth smile. “I’m teasing. C’mon, let’s go tell the dynamic carpentry duo they’ve got a job on their hands.”
November 17, 2025 at 10:58 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Oooh boy, let me see what I can find lol. We've got a mix of fandoms here. Fields of Mistria, BG3, and FFXIV.

I'll tag (if you want! I don't have a lot of writer friends anymore):
@kireon.bsky.social
@frostmantle.bsky.social
@lumikat.bsky.social
@irisopranta.bsky.social
Screenshot of Scrivener that reads: The bells of the cloister tower were deafening as they rang their final toll. Everyone could feel the change in the air when it had begun. It was as if the world had become muted, its colors dulled. And still Kiliaen worked. If history was going to pivot so drastically—as it so often does, the rise and fall of civilizations were nothing new—he’d do everything he could to ensure their stories would be preserved. If not for himself, then for the time that surely their deity would be restored. In this central room of the temple, he would store the many scrolls that would outline their history, their rituals, their practices. He would take his time. However much time it would take to ensure they were properly protected, the sigils on them correctly placed and magicked. It was imperative that this knowledge reached those in the future that they could trust. With care, he stuck his index finger in the magicked pot of ink, drawing the strokes he became so familiar with during training, that he was told he would probably never need to use. The practice sheets from way back then had been destroyed, as had been common practice, which added another layer to this out of body experience. When one imagined the end of the world as they knew it, he assumed they did not think they would be hunched over religious and historical texts. But if he were honest with himself, he had no other place he’d rather be. At least under the circumstances. There were a couple places he’d rather be. One that no longer existed. At least not corporeally. The other was who-knows-where probably combating the intense physical symptoms of the severing of a mental bond. His finger shook as that thought flitted through his mind and he paused. The ink running on the parchment, its edges growing hazy, the stroke much too wide. AO3 Text Screenshot: Against her better judgment, she spit at him. “Cute, but also wrong.” He adjusted his grip on her so that one hand pinned both of hers above her head against the trunk of the tree. His now free hand wiped his face then covered her mouth. “Unfortunately, a bitch must be muzzled. I’ll ask one more time, then give you a chance to cooperate. Understand?” Glaring, she nodded. “Good girl. This is your final chance. Tell— Fuck!“ Her teeth clamped into the meat of his palm, breaking the skin and when he jumped back, she dove for her dagger. Immediately, she took a defensive stance, wary of the man before her. “You bit me!” Astarion shook his hand as if that would rid him of the wound. “Hells, if you’re into that kind of thing, you only had to tell me.” Licking his lips, he smiled devilishly as if he savored her savagery. His eyes were sharp as they peered down at her, all sharp angles and blood red. Her heart pounded. “Trust me, I’m not. Not unless I’m the one biting.” “Oh, don’t knock it ‘til you try it, darling.” Sarynna squinted, her words dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll keep that in mind.” “There, civil conversation. Can we try again?” He put his hands on his hips. “Frankly, whatever your past, it doesn’t change that you’re one of the more sickeningly kind people I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with. I just need to know who I’m working with and if you can perform at full capacity, all the better. We don’t have the luxury of presenting or best selves. Time is against us.” Shaking her head, Sarynna’s eyes flitted about while she considered his words. It’s not as if being kind has entirely endeared her to the vampire. She noticed his annoyance when she went out of her way to help people, no matter how small. Perhaps this could work in her favor. Perhaps he’d find a kindred spirit if he knew the truth and that was something she could use to her advantage. “I thought you already gave me my final chance?” “I’m feeling generous.” Screenshot of text from AO3: Her hands roam over the cloth of his robes and he curses them. His skin demands to be touched properly without the dulling effect of the fabric and he acquiesces, willing it to fade out of existence, it spilling off of him in dark aether. If Keaira objects, she does not react thusly instead her motions growing far more greedy as her fingers trace the muscles of his back, nails gently scratching across his flesh. He growls at the sensation, teeth nipping at her lips. His body reacts in ways it hasn’t in countless years. He can feel his arousal grow and while before he thinks he would have felt repulsed, instead he feels anticipation, desire. It dawns on him that he wants this. And it terrifies him. But not as much as the fact that she seems to desire it as well. Her back arches against him, pressing her sex against his leg grinding just right causing her to moan, chest rumbling in pleasure. The sound, the feeling of it causes a feral part of him to surge within. His fist grasps her dark locks, fingers tangling, pulling just enough to elicit a gasp from her soft lips. Azure eyes are held tightly shut as her face shows a mix of pain and pleasure, the clash of sensations stimulating her, pushing her to the edge. Still, he continues to rut against her as she spreads her legs, cunt exposed to him and panting as if she were a beast in heat to be bred. Such acts would be considered abhorrent in Amaurot. How far has the world fallen? How far has he fallen? At this moment, he is not Elidibus, Emissary. He is a man fallen prey to instinctual need, led by the whims of his flesh. A flesh that has spent way too long being denied it’s desires. But who is here to police him? None are left. It is only him. So in solitude, he is cast from the heavens and plummets to the earth to spend eternity amongst the mortals. Screenshot from Scrivener: “Not like that, Evie.” He scowled down at her but his scowls no longer held power over her and she ignored it, instead reaching up to fix his bandanna and brush his bangs out of his eyes. “I don’t know. I think we’re going to give Elsie the wrong impression. We’ll be the source of even further salacious rumors.” “Never mind. I take it back. Have fun on Celine’s couch.” “Aw, don’t be like that. I’d love to spend the night. Or nights. How long did this say it would take?” “About a week or so.” “Damn.” “Is there something wrong with that?” “I’m going to get to talk about so many rocks with Olric.” Huffing, he crossed his arms. “And what about me?” “Jealous? Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you too.” “There better.” “My grumpy blacksmith will be properly attended to, don’t worry.” Before glancing down at the quote again, she kissed him on the cheek. “This seems reasonable enough. I can gather the hardwood from the deep woods. Those trees grow like weeds, I swear. If we need more copper or iron, I can get that too.” “Ore is handled. We have plenty.” “Good, good.” She hummed. “A week or so? Starting… after the festival about? So day after tomorrow?” “That’s the plan if you sign off.” “And if I don’t?” He shrugged. “Your suffering I suppose.” “Then I suppose I must.” Smiling, she looked up at him. “By the way, I didn’t know you had a spare room.” Sheepishly, he looked away. “Oh, I don’t.” “Scandalous! Just one bed between the two of us?” Heat rushed through his cheeks. “Don’t start that again.” “But my virtue!” “Evie…” She grabbed his hand with a tongue in teeth smile. “I’m teasing. C’mon, let’s go tell the dynamic carpentry duo they’ve got a job on their hands.”
November 17, 2025 at 10:58 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
My Time at Sandrock is 50% off on Steam right now for $19.99. Buy it
The My Time at Sandrock image and description on Steam. The image shows the various characters on a cliff peak, one with a hammer over his shoulder, one with their legs swinging over the edge, and two more looking out into the horizon backs away from the viewer. There is a cat next to the seated character and a horse beside the two looking to the distance. The text below reads: Travel to the desert community of Sandrock and take on the role of a fledgling Builder. Use your trusty toolset to gather resources, construct machines, and turn your run-down workshop into a well-oiled production facility to save the town from the jaws of economic ruin!
November 17, 2025 at 10:07 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
I need whatever illness I've contracted to fuck off. I'm sick and not in the cool way >:(
November 17, 2025 at 9:26 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Got to credits in Sandrock and omg the game is just cute and so good the whole time. Its so sweet and I was lowkey tearing up over just how nicely wrapped up it was
November 17, 2025 at 12:34 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
My Time at Sandrock once again making me honk laugh. holy shit
November 16, 2025 at 1:24 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
gotta do a costco run and then I need to hunker down and write so much fanfic. My backlog is running dry my friends.
November 15, 2025 at 1:34 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Sandrock shenanigans today: Entered the yearly combat tourney with my former bandit outlaw husband. This tourney is meant to be with low end weapons for "safety". My husband pulled out a fucking gun in the middle of it.

Sir, you're going to get someone killed. Or worse: us disqualified
November 15, 2025 at 3:17 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
People who sort by kudos on AO3 are weak. You cannot change my mind.
November 14, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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crtpixels.bsky.social
Happy 25th anniversary to Final Fantasy IX, my favorite game of all time ❤️

Still chasing that high.
November 14, 2025 at 4:24 PM
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lauraillustrates.bsky.social
I designed an otter blanket! Up for presale on my kofi this weekend. 🦦
Photograph of a woven blanket on a clothesline that features cute otters swimming among kelp and fish. There is a cute decorative border on the sides of the blanket that have seaweed, shells, urchins and fish.
November 13, 2025 at 5:16 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
My warmie is saving my life right now. Bless its little soul
November 14, 2025 at 12:35 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
I won't lie. There's been very few spots of kindness I've seen in the xiv community lately but if you're still someone I consider a friend, then you're one of them
November 13, 2025 at 5:19 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Thinking about my former bandit outlaw husband in My Time at Sandrock telling our newborn not to inhale his food and to instead chew and wondering just what the fuck he's feeding him lmao
November 13, 2025 at 3:36 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
After giving a steamdeck a proper go, I'm enjoying it more. I do prefer mouse and keyboard for when I'm not on the go tho so I'll have to invest in a compact keyboard for when it travel for work but otherwise, it's nice!
November 13, 2025 at 1:07 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Just because someone has a lot of followers doesn't mean they're always right. No matter if they are a streamer, a gposer, a writer. What have you.

You find your joy and you find people who share that joy and take a deep breath and allow that to be enough. Find the bits that make *you* happy
artanis-rmor.com ✨𝔸 ℝ 𝕋 𝔸 ℕ 𝕀 𝕊✨ @artanis-rmor.com · May 10
✨ #WoLQuestion | #WoLQoTD ✨

For the players: what's one piece of advice that's helped you enjoy this game
November 13, 2025 at 1:00 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
I think I'm just not built for sharing my thoughts and ideas in discord servers anymore. The number of times people take something unserious I say seriously, even with me literally saying it's a joke idea or with tone tags is too high
November 12, 2025 at 1:26 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
I finish a date with former bandit outlaw Logan and he's just like, "it's like falling in love all over again" and I cannot with this man
November 11, 2025 at 9:11 PM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
Trying to force myself to take a break from Sandrock and work on my Mistria fics lmao
November 10, 2025 at 12:19 AM
quinnthebard.bsky.social
No one asked but I am finally dating the bandit outlaw in Sandrock
November 9, 2025 at 5:32 AM