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🔞 | she/they, aro-ace, white | WoLs and ships and sometimes doggo | pfp by @beetleboyoart.bsky.social |

ao3: meepfeather

main #hollekha, others are: #nadrytanner #alisaundersunhaven #mikhailseraphin #elibrieblackburne #tihrolisavha #effiesunhaven
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desire.gunmetolymp.us
*has sex with you in a way that both advances the plot and reinforces the themes of your narrative arc*
January 21, 2026 at 12:03 AM
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pachineorzea.bsky.social
I sure hope that when people get access back to Ao3 after this maintenance they remember to leave nice comments on the fics they were missing.
January 21, 2026 at 1:22 PM
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goldencoyote.bsky.social
QRPed with Alt Text ✨
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher. In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here: “So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them. “My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.” Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed. Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
January 21, 2026 at 12:15 PM
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flowerbot.bsky.social
“ugh i hate when artists talk all the time instead of posting art” hey buddy. got this gem of a deal for you
a photo of a patreon reward tier. it reads “Buy my silence. Permanently. $8000 per month. For $8,000 a month, I will stop”
January 20, 2026 at 6:51 PM
mothfur.bsky.social
squishable really coming right for my wallet with putting out a Valentine's mothman set
January 20, 2026 at 10:25 PM
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mischiefmilly.bsky.social
-- pull me under, shake me harder 💎

「 #GPOSERS ⟡ #irie ⟡ #aura 」
My Xaela wol Irie standing with her right hip cocked, her right hand resting on it. She wears a light blue (raptor blue) dress with golden gauntlets, shoes, and lining along her breasts. The sun sets behind her, making the gold on her glint as she looks to her right
January 15, 2026 at 11:28 PM
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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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taronthecat.bsky.social
Let's Dance 🌹
Miqo'te with a rapier, surrounded by flowers and petals
January 20, 2026 at 6:20 PM
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prokopetz.bsky.social
Sometimes you send something you found online to a friend because you want to brighten their day, and sometimes you send something you found online to a friend with the precise attitude and bearing of a cat very carefully lining up their paw with the back of another cat's head.
January 16, 2026 at 8:00 AM
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pachineorzea.bsky.social
Love seeing a repost spree happen. Yes I've seen that drawing of your ship before but show it to me again. Don't let yourself feel like your joy over making something x amount of time ago has a date on showing it off. Look at things that were made for and by you and show everybody again.
January 19, 2026 at 3:20 PM
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bbonbonss.bsky.social
Hey yall commissions open, 7 SLOTS AVAILABLE!! i have until the 31st to make up rent so any sort of support is extremely helpful & needed!! just trynna keep the roof over my head;; if interested pls email me at [email protected]

✸ BOOSTING IS V APPRECIATED ✸
(pricing in image below)
January 19, 2026 at 10:12 PM
mothfur.bsky.social
Quietly hand it to Haurchefant.

#holleaotd
ashes8012.bsky.social Xiao✨消咒 @ashes8012.bsky.social · 2d
Silly #wolqotd, but if your WoL found themself unable to open a jar, what would they do?
January 19, 2026 at 7:28 PM
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pachineorzea.bsky.social
A cute lil' JasperLet YCH I got from @artctrlcee.bsky.social !
A little snowglobe styled YCH with a chibified couple sitting inside of it. The backdrop is Solution 9 while the figures are Aletris and Jasper, holding hands while they enjoy some dwinkies - one a very banned compound.
January 19, 2026 at 2:16 PM
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onedayfour.bsky.social
growing blueberries buns 🫐
January 7, 2026 at 8:31 PM
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mothfur.bsky.social
idiots (affectionate)

| #alisaundersunhaven | #foulques | #loaf | #thancred | #urianger | #estinien | #sunhavens |
"That scene" from the beginning of Thavnair in EW where WoL (in this case Alisaunder, a male shetona), Thancred, and Urianger (who is not in this particular angle of the shot) are all ill, but with the addition of Foulques, and Alisaunder's elezen brother, Magnaux. Loaf looks on in concern. An angle that shows Estinien standing and watching them all, with Urianger down on the ground at the end now visible.
September 7, 2025 at 11:47 PM
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mothfur.bsky.social
All that is left is the change.

| #alisaundersunhaven |
FFXIV screenshot/gpose of a mixed shetona WoL, Alisaunder, with a black and purple hood pulled up over his head, one green eye just barely visible. He's standing in Heritage Found, with Solution 9 behind him, and has raised his hand up to his temple.
January 3, 2026 at 11:32 PM
mothfur.bsky.social
I hate closing shifts with my entire being, ugh.
January 19, 2026 at 2:03 AM
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mothfur.bsky.social
In sorting through my snippets yesterday, I decided I that do in fact like this version of this fill better.

| #hollekha |
The house was quiet, and Holle shut the door softly behind him so as not to disturb it, then shed his boots and set them on the mat. It was hardly the first time he’d come home in the middle of the night, and he knew from prior experience that he was unlikely to wake either Haurchefant or Aymeric, but he took care regardless. He stood alone in the entryway for several long moments - moments that would have been uncomfortable for anyone else, barefoot on the stone floor, but he hardly noticed. Maybe he’d sleep on the sofa tonight: in the morning, it would be easy enough to say he hadn’t wanted to wake anyone. It would even be true. After one guilty glance up the stairs, he headed for the living room. …only to find the sofa was quite occupied. Well, shit. Any other time, the sight of the two elezen curled up on the sofa in front of the fire, Aymeric fast asleep against Haurchefant - and gods knew the man needed the sleep - would have melted his heart. Now, it sank as Haurchefant raised his head and smiled. “You didn’t have to wait up,” Holle murmured, looking down at the floor. He almost hadn’t come home tonight, and now Haurchefant’s warm smile drove the wedge of guilt deeper. “I was worried.” He kept his voice low, so as not to wake Aymeric. Holle’s shoulders drooped further, even as a part of him wished he’d gone to the Enclave instead of coming home. Hidden. “I know. I’m sorry.” “Come here?” Holle hesitated, a nervous twitch to the end of his tail. “Holle, it’s alright. Please?” Finally, he slunk towards the outstretched hand; once he was within reach, Haurchefant hooked his arm around him and pulled him gently to the sofa. Holle had known it was coming, but he still wasn’t fully prepared for the touch - he suppressed the resulting shudder, but stiffened in spite of himself. It fed into the guilt already eating at him, the fact that Haurchefant would feel it, that he would worry more, and somehow that made him want to pull away entirely. Instead, he forced himself to settle against the knight’s side. He fit into what space remained on the sofa easily enough, folding his legs beneath him and tucking his body in beside Haurchefant, and ordinarily would have been more than happy to do so, without any prompting. But right now, it was the last thing he wanted. “Holle…” At least he managed not to flinch when Haurchefant brushed his hair out of his face. “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” Holle tucked his face against Haurchefant’s shoulder, less for comfort and more to hide, as his tail continued to flick, a particular quality to the motion that hinted at how unsettled he was. “I’m sorry.” He felt Haurchefant sigh. “I won’t force you, just… Promise you’d tell me if something had happened?” Whether he liked it or not, Holle could understand why he pushed. “Nothing happened, and it’s not you. It- It’s old.” “When you’re ready…” “I know, I know.” He knew it was killing Haurchefant not to know, that shutting him out was hurting him. “I just…I’m not, Haurche. I’m sorry, but I’m not. Can you… Can you be okay with that, for now?” Please. Fingers combed through his hair, and this time it was almost reassuring. “Of course.” It was a lot to ask, he knew. Maybe more than was fair, but that didn’t stop him from asking, or from curling a little closer for the comfort he wanted in spite of himself.
January 7, 2026 at 8:22 PM
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mothfur.bsky.social
Finally cleaned up this snippet of Holle immediately after the fight with Wilred in ARR.

| #hollekha |
No sooner had they all run than Holle let himself fall, the world spinning as he sagged to the ground. He couldn’t stay here, he should move, it wasn’t safe - but it was all he could do to drag in desperate gasps for air, to stem the pain and the panic that burned in his veins and blacked out his vision. If any of them came back, he was as good as dead. He knew it, and still he could do nothing but gasp and shake, helpless in the wake of the adrenaline. The shock. It was far from the first time he’d fought for his life, but this was different. His hand shook violently as he pressed it to where Wilred’s blade had pierced his shoulder. It had meant nothing to him, to hurt him; Holle had just been an enemy, an obstacle, nothing more. He remembered the day he’d arrived in Little Ala Mhigo. Remembered being cornered by the other children: outsider, stranger, unknown and different. How Wilred had intervened, declaring him one of them - wasn’t his father Ala Mhigan, after all? And wouldn’t X’rhun be disappointed in them all, to see how they treated his son? No, Holle belonged. Wilred had declared it so. From that day on, they'd been inseparable. And no one had been surprised when that childhood friendship had turned to something more, into sneaking off at all hours, the devotion and obsession of first love. But just as he had once given it, Wilred had now revoked that belonging. Declared him traitor. Anything, everything they had ever been was ripped away. There had been only hatred in Wilred’s eyes, blame and burning anger. He hadn’t hesitated, not even for the barest of moments. He had wanted to hurt him. He had wanted him dead. And his refusal to die was just one more betrayal. One more reason to hate him. What had happened? When had it all gone so wrong? He’d been angry with him for leaving, but this? This was something deeper, something rotten, that couldn’t be Wilred. Or could it? Had he truly caused this? Was Wilred right, and he’d abandoned them, abandoned them all, and deserved this? Between ragged sobs, Holle tried to force himself to focus, to rein in his racing heart and get himself together. He needed to heal himself, to the extent that he could. Stop the bleeding, get cleaned up, bandage it, hide it. Take all of this, all the pain and confusion, and bury it. He couldn’t go home like this. Couldn’t let his mother see. Couldn’t let anyone see. He couldn’t go home like this. He couldn’t go home. It wasn’t his anymore. He didn’t belong. He never had.
January 7, 2026 at 7:24 PM
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smallfunny.bsky.social
January 19, 2026 at 1:15 AM
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huopa.bsky.social
"tee hee, we never tire of seeing him gag as he sips the brown water! but he's so polite, he always drinks it to the last drop. why, i almost feel sorry for him!"
#ffxiv
two pixies in the foreground are preparing tea and biscuits for urianger, who is watching over them with a playful expression.
January 19, 2026 at 1:10 AM
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monstersovka.bsky.social
🍊 ✶
December 31, 2024 at 10:25 AM
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mythiclings.bsky.social
fanart de hien rijin cabalgando durante una mañana fría
January 18, 2026 at 8:15 PM
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holyaches.bsky.social
i love you. i say your name all the time when you're not around just to put more of you in the world.
January 18, 2026 at 11:31 PM
mothfur.bsky.social
Maybe tomorrow I will take myself to Homegoods and look for cute stuff.
January 18, 2026 at 9:34 PM