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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 1d

I'm so glad I saw this I'm scrambling

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🀄️ 🐀 rathalaric squeakryn 🀄️ 🐀 @ratmachine.com · 1d

come on down to Ala Ghiri soon to share in the bounties of an autumn harvest with kinsmen beneath a lilac sky :)

🀄️ 🐀 rathalaric squeakryn 🀄️ 🐀 @ratmachine.com · 4d

okay yes come and meet me on fuckin uhhh

Dynamis, Halicarnassus
The Peaks, Ala Ghiri

8PM EST Friday 10/10

for a (slapdash) Autumn Market RP get-together

Bring Food To Share And/Or Goods To Barter

am i missing anything did i forget something

🀄️ 🐀 rathalaric squeakryn 🀄️ 🐀 @ratmachine.com · 4d

fairly impromptu but i'm thinking about doing an ala ghiri autumn market / cookout event sometime this friday evening. probably on dynamis. what do u folks think

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

I am in love with the way you drew yshtola (I am now obligated to say sorry to yshtola)

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Some general content warnings: heavily focused on death and mourning (specifically for someone who died young), and includes a description of a corpse

Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

This September I tried to finish 1 (one) of my three dozen WIPs for once and I did actually do it! So now I've got a bit of writing I can share

Started this one a little over two years ago, about Finch struggling with old grief for an old friend

write.ellipsus.com/edit/aac1b12...

#oc-finch

White text on a black background, with the Ellipsus watermark.

Text: He remembers waking with the tide over his head, and choking on water and salt, and feeling the huge weight of the wave dragging itself back out to sea with pieces of the shore still in its grip. He remembers the surge of vertigo as his fist closed around water. The ocean had held on to Primula, and he hadn’t. He suspects he’ll remember that much for as long as he lives.

And in his dreams, because it’s the way of dreams, he always truly believes he can set things right. He truly believes he’s found her.

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M «fursona non grata» @goldandleather.bsky.social · 3d

two kids far from home

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Also if there’s a difference between aethersight and soulsight don’t tell me I don’t want to know

(Tbh someone’s aether and their soul seem pretty intertwined(???) so the answer is probably still the same(?????))

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Thank you I looooooove this question lol

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

In terms of their relative Weirdness if you were to see them in a room:

Rising - normal enough
Finch - sort of like seeing an unusual color morph on a wild animal. not your everyday soul but not crazy, stuff like that just happen sometimes
Eir - whole entire dragon stuffed in a briefcase

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

If you saw me take 4 fucking tries to post that last bit without typos no you absolutely did not

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Rising Night looks like the muted light of a fire behind smoke, or a setting sun behind fog. A sort of cool, steady burn. A close look at his aether would show that it stands eerily still at the extremities, in a way anyone with the bad luck to be familiar with the Black Rose toxin will recognize

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

M IM GONNA FUCKING CRY

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Eir looks like someone tried to bottle a thunderhead. Her aether (and soul) is far, far bigger than her mortal form is, and it skews hard towards lightning in a way a mortal’s shouldn’t. It looks like a mantle of black clouds—or, if you squint, tightly folded black wings—lit from within

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 3d

Finch looks kinda like a cobweb (or the cosmic web if I want to be pretentious lmao). His aether is unusually diffuse. There’s a normal amount of it, but it’s spread out into filaments with voids in between. No real cause for it, he’s just on a very far end of the natural aetheric density spectrum

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M «fursona non grata» @goldandleather.bsky.social · 4d

ma, there's a weird fuckin cat outside

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Feywing @feywing.bsky.social · 5d

The Galadion Accord will be having it's Harvest Festival in October!

Food & Drink, Pumpkin Mask Carving, Apple Bobbing, Pumpkin Pins, Catch the Greased Pig, and Disk Toss are all available to entertain festival on-goers!

For more information, check out our discord:
discord.gg/YH7BD8Ycer

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 8d

Rising Night says “bloke” and “not fussy” for gender and sexuality, respectively. Guy keeps it simple

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 8d

Finch would say that he’s a man, even if he goes about it in his own way. And that he often prefers other men. Not always, but often

Eir would say she’s whatever you take her for and that she favors the gentler sex—both those who are actually gentle, and those who aren’t

lady protector | 7.3 spoilers @bluberryffxiv.bsky.social · 10d

late night #wolqotd inspired by a tumblr post:
how would your oc describe their sexuality and/or gender? like if they had to tell another person how would they go about it

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Fletcher & Blackmaw, LLC @horsebirds.bsky.social · 10d

This is so real, I’m always so so glad whenever I’ve been able to find people willing to build those kinds of connections because they’re extremely interesting and fulfilling imo

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Feywing @feywing.bsky.social · Jul 27

The Galadion Accord is a discord community for RP in Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea and beyond. Weekly open world RP plus scheduled events, harbor games and more!

Hop aboard at discord.gg/YH7BD8Ycer !

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j.r. doyle @theyoungdoyler.bsky.social · 13d

hen dragon

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Sara | hiatus @faeathame.bsky.social · Sep 9

WINTERTIDE

Come do your Starlight shopping and watch eight guys absolutely obliterate each other until only one is standing. Shit is so good, even the GODS are meddling.

Starting September 27th

Crystal - Goblin - Coerthas Western Highlands - Camp Riversmeet

#XIVroleplay

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🐰Clover Baanz @cloverxiv.bsky.social · Nov 1

Yotsuyu (2022) #ffxiv

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regrettable ikemen @lalelulelo.bsky.social · 28d

A nightmare, or perhaps a memory

lahabrea/thancred/minfilia | cw: possession, noncon, dubcon

(part 1/4)

Lahabrea, while possessing Thancred's body, folds Minfilia in half, poised to penetrate her. The necklace sways above Minfilia's flushed face. But just as he's about to fuck her, Lahabrea cedes control back to Thancred.

He looks down at the sight before him, lost, like a child.

Panel 1: Thancred stares down. He thinks, mind foggy: What... When-- when did I...?

Panel 2: Minfilia, none the wiser, reaches up: Thancred? Are you all right...?

Panel 3: Thancred's eyes look dull, mind still struggling to catch up as dread coils in his gut. His mind races: I should stop. I can salvage this. It's not too late. I can make it right. I can... I can... I...

'Stop' echoes over and over in his mind.

Panel 4: Thancred decides, however, not to stop: Forgive me.

Panel 5: Thancred leans down as Minfilia's hand brushes against his cheek.

Panel 6: As his hand moves to coil around her wrist, he kisses her chastely.

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fred? «gobbingway» @roefizzlebeef.bsky.social · 18d

#fizzlebeefwrites #oc:fletcher okay. with @inedyr.bsky.social's blessing here is the thing I wrote this week feat. ine's catboy val. if the stupid title doesn't give it away THIS IS NSFW oh my GOD 🔞🔞🔞 please click with caution. but I like how it turned out. so. write.ellipsus.com/edit/108f085...

His bed. It’s huge, almost comically large, big enough to sprawl in and more than big enough for sex. Golden hour sunlight slices across the mattress where it sits sunken into the loft floor, crisscrosses of shadow from the window panes rolling over the hills and valleys of the small nest of pillows left mussed and abandoned. There’s a twist of— of something snarled in her gut as she looks down at the tangle of sheets, the pillow still bearing an indent from where he laid his head. Something she doesn’t want to put a name to.

Fletcher scarcely realizes she’s moving before she’s drifted forward, gingerly lowered herself down to kneel on the mattress. He’s going to give her hell for getting her dirty workboots on his bed. That doesn’t feel important right now.

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