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🗡️sword in stone, soul in sky💫

she/her | late twenties, mdni 🔞 | white | nsfw multiship/multinterest | wcif-friendly

#gardensfic #wrenpics #haurchewrensid
ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/wakingnaturally

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know i've been a(n awful) good girl💋🎄
wren leaning forward in front of a christmas tree, looking adoringly to the left. she wears a red dress with a white fur neckline, a white hair ribbon, and christmas lights wrapped around her horns.
November 17, 2025 at 12:43 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
doing some irl christmas prep today but set up wren's yard a bit for the season and can't stop giggling
wren standing in front of her house, where two lighted chocobo topiaries sit on either side of the gate. between them, her sidurgu retainer pinches the bridge of his nose
November 16, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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alright. saturday night bandwagon — going to use as 1 like = 1 answer bc i loveeeeeee to chat

prob mostly wrensid unless i want to talk about other ships for specific ones hehe
otp question meme send me a pairing & a number, then I'll tell you: 1. Who is the most affectionate? 2. Big spoon/Little spoon? 3. Most common argument? 4. Favorite non-sexual activity? 5. Who is most likely to carry the other? 6. What is their favorite feature of their partner's? 7. What's the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? 9. Who worries the most? 10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? 11. Who tops? 12. Who initiates kisses? 13. Who reaches for the other's hand first? 14. Who kisses the hardest? 15. Who wakes up first? 16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? 17. Who says I love you first? 18. Who leaves little notes in the other's one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) 19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? 20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship? 21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? 22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? 23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? 24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other's ear during inappropriate times? 25. Who needs more assurance? 26. What would be their theme song? 27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep? 28. What do they do when they're away from each other? 29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart 30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it
November 16, 2025 at 12:52 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
good luck wren🙂‍↕️
sidurgu holding wren’s hips in front of the inn room in the forgotten knight, his sword leaning against the wood, effective caging her between them wren between sidurgu and haurchefant, back to camera as sidurgu rests a hand at the top of her spine. she wraps her tail around him and reaches for the the low neckline of haurchefant’s top
November 16, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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an abundance of sun-soaked afternoons✨

#wrensid #wrensfw
wren seated on sidurgu’s face, leaning back and leaning on her hands as their tails entwine. they’re in bed, and sunlight streams in through the window behind them as backlighting now holding wren against the window, sidurgu legs wren tilt her head dramatically as he supports her thighs. wren has her legs wrapped around his waist and hips, and her eyes are bright where she peers over his shoulder. very little of her body is visible.
November 15, 2025 at 7:02 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
❤️ #wrensid
wren, wearing bodysuit that leaves her legs bare, sits on a tabletop scattered with books and a lantern. sidurgu sits in front of her, one arm extended to make space for her, watching her as she tilts his chin
November 15, 2025 at 4:34 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
thinking of you❤️

#wrensid
three images of my oc, a femra with black and white scales and long grey hair, reading a book in a cozy cabin, wearing pajamas. she leans on her kitchen counter, looking entranced before glancing up, lips parted two images of the same character, now dressed in armor, being pressed against a wall and kissed by a tall manra wearing a set of armor with his hair tied up. in one image, he leans in close, hiking up her thigh, and in the next, his shoulders and head are covering most of her upper body. notably, the book she was reading is dangling limply from her hand, forgotten wren, back in her cabin, holding her book tight to her chest, eyes wide with surprise, blushing
November 14, 2025 at 4:32 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
man…
wren and her gulool ja ja minion standing on a snowy peak in coerthas, facing away and staring into a cloudy sky
November 13, 2025 at 4:15 PM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
of course! the opening and something from a little later🤔🙂‍↕️
"Wren," the figure says, slumped against the stone. Or perhaps "red" - there's certainly enough of it. Or maybe he calls "run." It doesn't matter — they sound nearly the same before being lost to the wind, and in her panic, she latches onto what comes after. "Take the sword." (take the sword.] And so, she releases their joined hands and wrenches the greatsword from Fray's body with a sickening sound, one wet with his blood and her sobs. And she runs. It takes her a bit too long to realize his voice remains with her. The Forgotten Knight's open doors are a beacon, and it is on instinct that she bursts through them, running through the lower level and up the stairs, panicked eyes searching. She does her best to keep her thoughts far from the body on the stairs scaling the stone wall behind the building. No sign of her friends — not the bartender nor the dark knight or even little girl who has always accompanied Fray here. For the best, she wishes them safe. The ever-burning fire has long gone out. Wren shivers as she steps up to the table only to run her fingertips over the wood's deeply worn grooves. Folded small and left almost entirely beneath an empty mug is a note in familiar, hurried script. Fray has been tried. Sought passage out of the city while there was still time. Couldn't get to you. She's alone, then. No reason to remain - she keeps few things in Cloud Nine and her finery will have to suffice for now.
November 13, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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many such cases
wren posing with a ready check commenced notice in front of her
November 13, 2025 at 3:35 AM
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idk how you're meant to focus on mechanics when you log in and your wol looks like this.
just wren smiling faintly, grey hair tumbling over her shoulders
November 13, 2025 at 1:36 AM
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EXACTLY! the main cast experiences like. some truly indescribable losses (“even the strongest blades can break” is one of the main taglines) but the two characters who actually wanted everything to be over go on to rebuild (quote) while the character similar to sidurgu shuts down and it’s so. yeah.
We were both ready to die, but perhaps it's braver to live on after loss. Mai Corland, Three Shattered Souls (The Broken Blades, #3)
November 13, 2025 at 12:36 AM
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blasts out 250 of my best words ever and then. mental bluescreen.
ellipsus snippet: "I hope you haven't forgotten who the woman in your bed is so soon, Mihawk." He had not forgotten. Not when she haunted the study long into the quiet, dark hours, afraid of waking him with her screaming. Not when she plied herself with herbal teas and slipped between the blankets, curling closer to him each night. Not when she let her head fall back in sleep, revealing the scar at her throat. The rest of it mattered far less: the dagger under her pillow, the sharp storm in her eyes when she woke terrified, the cold of her hands on his ribs. Placing two knives in a drawer was no more dangerous than keeping only one there. One blade did not damage the other; both dulled with time. If they shared a bit of rust, so be it.
November 12, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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posting the version i spent FOREVER editing first only to realize they don’t make sense when the text is side by side but THE VIBES!!!!!
wren placing her hand over her chest, bleeding while unconscious, and staring vacantly with fray holding her, with the words “don’t let it” overlaid “eat you up” places over wren crying, sitting reclined on a stone balcony, and wiping blood splatter from her face
November 11, 2025 at 10:39 PM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
but when you turn off the lights, are you still alright? / heard you've been acting tough, do you think that's enough?

well, don’t let it eat you up

#wrenpics
three images of the same character overlaid with a deep red square that says “well, don’t let it eat you up. the top and bottom images are closeups of a femra with black and white scales wiping blood from her face in armor and crying in a darkened room. in the middle, she holds her armored hand over her chest, her face cropped out of the image.
November 11, 2025 at 8:10 AM
wakingnaturally.bsky.social
well. prog.
wren looking at a forgiven mischief. it's quite lovely, really. wren dead on the ground
November 11, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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you can see the fear in her eyes
wren facing down a boss in the deep dungeon, looking up at a steep angle
November 11, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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have not stopped thinking about the #wrencore of it all in days
quote originally posted on tumblr by mournfulroses, in red script You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "Deathless," originally published in 2011
November 10, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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disclaimer in the event this is incomprehensible

also missed some great opportunities probably but. some fun fic is better than stuck unfinished fic
Notes: sometimes you throw spaghetti at the vall and see what sticks. put a few different noodles together (menophilia wip + late night scions + pathetic thancred thoughts) into this soup. too sleepy to edit rn
November 9, 2025 at 5:38 AM
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after hours

sidurgu orl/warrior of light
explicit | oneshot | complete

#gardensfic | #xivfic
archiveofourown.org/works/73913056
Summary: Sidurgu considers, not for the first time, the realities of sharing a thin wall with someone so delighted by the details of their nights in the shared halls. Few others would comment on anything they heard. Perhaps it is no longer worth their usual attempts at sparing him.
November 9, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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writing banter and going “she deserves an award for dealing with them” about my own oc

(suggestive text, vague allusions to period sex)
Wren's gaze rises, her mouth twisting. "Forgive me, Thancred. It's long past late; I really must return to my bed." "Oh, I'm sure." There's no mistaking the sloshed littir sparkle in his eyes as he makes for the bar. "Don't you worry about disturbing me. I believe I'll be sleeping like a dead man." A lie, told with a grin. Sidurgu sees Wren gathering up a response and pushes himself off the archway, ducking through it. "Your Scions need to rethink their definition of 'urgent," he says to announce his arrival. "Sleep?" Thancred gives them both a very knowing look, overfilling his tankard. Wren ignores him, slipping her hand into Sidurgu's. "Please. I need to be face down in the pillows." Gods, she really does love him. Some of her apparent frustration ebbs, though it takes none of the ache. A vulnerable weight shits, no heavier, no sharper, but present, as though the air itself pays closer attention. Sidurgu returns the touches she's spent half the night missing. They're still teasing, still promoing, but the weight of his hand has grown indulgent, doting. Those final, loose laces are the first to go. Fortunately, she hasn't bled through anything not intended for it, and with a few towels placed, she's falling back into her pillows. "Not face down? Sounded Ike you were looking forward to it." "Charming, that you're vexing me even now."
November 9, 2025 at 3:44 AM
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hehe
November 9, 2025 at 1:01 AM
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like. picture it.
some of the scions gathered in the rising stones, presumably late at night. notably, sidurgu covers his face in the background while thancred sits at the table, laughing at wren.
November 9, 2025 at 12:30 AM
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what if i’m scared
three shattered souls audiobook ready to be borrowed
November 7, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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snzzz
my mini aussie laying cutely, looking sleepy same pic but he’s shut his eyes
November 6, 2025 at 7:26 PM