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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 · Dec 25
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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wisteriaphyte.bsky.social
When Minfilia Was There

#ofthemeadow #birbseeds
A boat covered in overgrown flourishes and flowers sits in the middle of a large lake. The fog is thick, coating the backdrop completely white. Two people are on the boat facing away from each other. Wisteria, an Elezen (elf), sits in the middle of the boat, while Minfilia, a human, stands at the end of the boat, arms extended out to mimic a flying pose. There is an overall solemn feel to the image.
February 2, 2026 at 3:44 AM
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mischiefmilly.bsky.social
i feel like that akira meme right now
[9:17 p.m.]Minfilia: I hardly need remind you of this, of course. 'Tis for my own benefit that I repeat these words─a reaffirmation of mine own chosen path. [9:17 p.m.]Minfilia: If I do not rebuild the foundation of my resolve, I am like to collapse in a fit of weeping... [9:17 p.m.]Minfilia: My apologies again, Miss─there is no other to whom I could display such weakness. [9:17 p.m.]Minfilia: You are my pillar of strength, and I fear I shall have need of your steadfast presence in the days to come...
February 2, 2026 at 2:22 AM
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xenoglossxiv.etheirys.social
mELANIN BEAM GO!
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#kiwipics #vampfatale #sugarriot
Vamp Fatale but I've made her darker skinned, widened her nose, and plumped her lips Sugar Riot but I've darkened her skin and given her curly hair. Her nose and lips are thicker too but harder to notice on lalas
February 1, 2026 at 7:04 PM
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thanatosaria.bsky.social
i'm so in love with this relic omggggggggg 😭💖

✧ #sayana ✧
sayana in a black outfit of a bodysuit, sleeves, and boots. she stands proudly with one hand on her hip, the other holding the new dark knight relic as it glows purple.
February 2, 2026 at 3:41 AM
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wakingnaturally.bsky.social
do not ask her to do any sort of casting😔

#wrenlore
template by roira a completed sheet showing my oc’s proficiency with various weapons, elemental affinity, etc.
February 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM
almandines.bsky.social
not to CR post on main again (says girl who keeps doing it) but

C4 seekers table has sunk claws into me in a way I was NOT prepared for
February 2, 2026 at 3:04 AM
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yourecko.bsky.social
he glow

Maybe I do all the scions in neons 🤔

#ffxiv #ffxivart #ffxivfanart #GrahaTia
G’raha Tia, but neon
February 2, 2026 at 2:12 AM
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wittywebhandle.bsky.social
Langston Hughes (1943)
NOTE TO ALL NAZIS, FASCISTS, AND KANSMEN You delight, So it would seem, At making mince-meat Of my dream. If you keep on, Before you're through, I'll make mince-meat Out of you.
February 1, 2026 at 4:41 PM
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roira.bsky.social
inventing a new category of art called: ambitious smut
it's when you have a very specific idea in your head powered by the fire in your loins but the universe has not bestowed you the skill to execute it the way you want so you go take poison damage in the corner for 1d8 rounds
February 2, 2026 at 1:05 AM
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horsetuna.bsky.social
Alisaie: Urianger told me to accept grief as it comes, allow myself to feel it, and muster forward without punishing myself for loving someone enough to miss them.

Alphinaud: Urianger doesn’t do any of that.

Alisaie: yeah I think it was a do as I say not as I do scenario
February 1, 2026 at 9:44 PM
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mischiefmilly.bsky.social
-- awwhh, can you keep a secret, sweetie?

「 #GPOSERS ⟡ #irie ⟡ #aura 」
My Xaela wol Irie standing in front of the camera, the lighting dim as she looks up you through her lashes with an eyebrow arched. She's coy, as if challenging you to repeat what you just said She's in the same outfit, but now her head is tilted up as her eyes flit to pure, swirling black. She presses an armored finger to her lips in a shh-ing motion, and you can't do much but comply
February 1, 2026 at 6:50 AM
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geftokingmongoose.bsky.social
Weed is a performance enhancing drug if the sport is being a chill fuckin dude
January 31, 2026 at 10:11 PM
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chutorodon.bsky.social
like this?

( #xivafterdark • #nsftuna )
February 1, 2026 at 11:04 AM
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jameelawahlgren.bsky.social
Pinterest CEO says in layoff email: "We’re doubling down on an AI-forward approach – prioritizing AI-focused roles, teams, and ways of working"

So it's time for me to move to another platform to save images
Linkedin Post from a Pinterest designer reading: "Yesterday I was impacted by the Pinterest layoffs. I was Pinterest's only icon designer and product illustrator. In his email to the company, the CEO said "we’re doubling down on an AI-forward approach – prioritizing AI-focused roles, teams, and ways of working". I WAS working on AI projects including the Pinterest Assistant that soft-launched in October. If you haven't heard about that feature launch, you can find it on Pinterest's own newsroom or with a Google search. I was vocal internally about how our users don't want AI slop or features on the platform, how we as employees are feeling uncomfortable and discouraged about AI, and what I wanted from leadership. Last year, I told my manager I was worried about AI-based layoffs. I was told not to worry. At an onsite, we were told that "in the future", we would all be "managers of AIs". That I would be expected to manage some sort of AI employees, rather than craft and design my own work. Human-made art and design matter. I am never going to stop creating, even if the "home of inspiration" decides that creators are secondary to profits. If you want to support me, you can follow me on threads or instagram @bonniekatewolf where I post my hand-knit sweaters and oil paintings. If you want to hire a human illustrator, designer, or iconographer, my email and DMs are open for freelance, contract, or FTE roles."
February 1, 2026 at 5:55 PM
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davis.social
Sketch of the black-capped chickadee in the quoted post, looking glamorous with a snowflake on its head.
February 1, 2026 at 2:51 PM
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extratommy.bsky.social
February 1, 2026 at 2:33 PM
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xenoglossxiv.etheirys.social
I'll reiterate that this exists since I've given myself a mod tag now. Kufi hat for all the culture and/or memes :3c

www.xivmodarchive.com/modid/98611
heliosphere.app/mod/4wenzytv...

#kiwimods
Image of A viera woman wearing a kufi hat. This shows off the hat and the many patterns that are made for it. Compatible with Miqo'te and Viera ears
June 7, 2025 at 8:50 PM
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jamespeppersalt.bsky.social
HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH my name is James Peppersalt and I am a queer Black writer, artist, and cool guy. Consider supporting me on Ko-fi! All proceeds go to supporting my journey to go back to grad school and raising my corgi

#jamespeppersart
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February 1, 2026 at 7:41 PM
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eatingbread.bsky.social
wol voice abt thancred: never go clubbing with your heterosexual no label non-exclusive pretendboyfrienduationship
February 1, 2026 at 2:32 PM
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patrickwyman.bsky.social
This is the kind of shit that would make you completely outside the bounds of any ancient society, the gods bestow generational curses for violating hospitality
radleybalko.bsky.social Radley Balko @radleybalko.bsky.social · 15d
A few days ago, Fox News was whining about ICE agents getting heckled at a Mexican restaurant in Minneapolis.

Meanwhile, in the town of Willmar, ICE agents had lunch at a Mexican restaurant, waited until it closed, then confronted and arrested three workers as they left.
ICE agents ate at a Minnesota Mexican restaurant before arresting staff
Immigration law enforcement agents reportedly followed employees out of the restaurant after they closed for the evening
www.independent.co.uk
January 18, 2026 at 2:14 AM
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blucifer08.bsky.social
a piece i've been working on for a bit!

#bluciworks
A digital drawing of my warrior of light, a Xaela, in a short white blue-ish dress posed fancifully on a purple curtain background. Her body features cracks like porcelain that are textured like gold foil.
February 1, 2026 at 12:51 AM
almandines.bsky.social
queue into m9s, forget to meld my weapon, forget first pot, get a damage down during second pot. first reclear on pld going well 👍
February 1, 2026 at 6:42 PM
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cheatlines.co
Thinking about whoever said that by accepting a meal from people and then arresting them ICE agents broke a cultural taboo that was invented by, like, the first humans to set up a tent
February 1, 2026 at 4:22 PM
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ciphox.bsky.social
#ffxiv
digital sketch of the default midlander wol (meteor) invoking the name of Her Word, to the shock of thancred and alphinaud. a smaller sketch depicts thancred grabbing the wol by the collar and threatening him while alphinaud cries
February 1, 2026 at 3:58 PM
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marafish.bsky.social
relevant to many of yalls interests.
a red and pink cross stitch on blue fabric. "everything I love causes carpal tunnel" surrounded by hearts, a needle and thread, and a skein of embroidery floss.
February 1, 2026 at 2:09 AM