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Sahri Rhoshaan | Primal/Hyperion
28yo, pan, trans, she/they 🔞
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🌙Moonbeam🌙 @unassumingvenusaur.bsky.social · Sep 24
Five years later, I've now finished my by far longest fanfic, a XIV AU fic named The Rebirth of Azem. If this idea sounds interesting to you-- The WoL takes Emet-Selch's hand, bringing consequences he cannot control--it'd mean a lot if you tried giving it a read.

archiveofourown.org/works/280133...
The Rebirth of Azem by unassumingvenusaur. In a moment of weakness, Sahri gives into her despair and takes Emet-Selch's hand, shedding her identity and irrevocably changing the fate of the star. A list of tags and statistics about the fic
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inmyleylines.bsky.social
Internal monologue is something I rarely do, since I write in third person limited most of the time, but I liked how I wrote G'raha's disorientation/mild panic in Pulling Me Back Into My Body. 😊

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/51656695
His mind reeled, struggling to orient himself to the waking world again. His body felt sluggish and impossibly heavy. Arms and legs refused to move in response to his increasingly frantic will. His heart beat wildly as he gasped for breath, crisp cool air searing his throat and making his eyes water. Where was he? When was he? He’d been through this before, a distant corner of his mind reminded him. He knew what to do, how to bring himself back. Deep breaths. In for a count of four, hold for the same, out again, hold again. Repeat until one’s heart is no longer threatening to escape from one’s ribcage. Take stock of your surroundings. He was in Old Sharlayan again, sitting on a wooded hill overlooking Scholar’s Harbor just the same as he had done countless times before as a student. Was he still a student? No, that couldn’t be right. He lightly touched the side of his neck—normal flesh clammy with sweat, not unyielding crystal—and felt the familiar aetheric traces of his Archon mark prickle against his fingertips. A student no longer, indeed.
November 29, 2025 at 7:11 PM
unassumingvenusaur.bsky.social
I...do a lot of this because I like to write reflective characters haha. Gotta make sure it follows a clear arc and contributes something meaningful to the scene, sometimes a bit of interplay with their own mind.
First example is an older one which came to mind, the second from something more recent
…The edge of her smile wobbles. She…she should know peace. Her bond with Venat burned bright and true. Yet the longer she stares at the woman, the more anxiety creeps within. Contentment is utterly natural on Venat’s face. Practiced. Her brows sit easily, smile well set in its habitual place. Sahri cannot find a single crease, a wrinkle, a scar in her skin. Nightmares oft hound Sahri’s attempts at rest, making the previous night a fleeting rarity. Venat, however… She possesses a deep intelligence. Untold years of wisdom to underpin it. None could credibly accuse her of naivety. No, she is most perceptive of the world and people around her. But in sleep…In sleep, her face reveals a startling truth. Innocence. An innocence wiped from the face of most every child of Eorzea by the time they claim their twelfth summer. The innocence of paradise. Of the world unsundered. Perception is inevitably based upon one’s foundational understanding of the world. Even Venat is not above such. And what is the only world she has ever known? A world oblivious, even hostile towards the existence of nightmares. “Even in the most desolate reaches of Etheirys—the Etheirys of this time—man wants for nothing. Death, sorrow—they do not hang above our heads with such gravity as they do yours.” Those were the words of the woman herself. Venat is wise enough to identify the radically divergent circumstances from which each of them were born. Through that, she finds something to admire in Sahri’s conviction, as she has repeatedly stated. Yet…the ability to identify could not be conflated with the ability to understand. The women’s hearts sang as one in their love of the star, but there is more to Sahri. More to the task of the Warrior of Light. The researchers of Elpis look to Sahri and find a familiar. What is it Venat sees? When they kissed, did she taste of the blood that stains Sahri’s lips? Or is blood undetectable by the ancient tongue…? It is the ease of their cruelty which throws Y’shtola the most. Not powered by an undergirding hatred, but a base, callous apathy. Hades, Sahri, the bits and pieces she has begun to recall of Persephone– For their towering faults, none could accuse them of apathy. What– What is this? A pressure grows in her head, a throbbing, a force from without squirming its way into her skull. She hunches forward, gripping her head, and unusual emotion seizes her. Really– What is this? This…phenomenon of Azrael. Her eyes see them, but she does not comprehend. Her mind desperately casts about for an answer. It is not truly fae… Though fae playfulness was at times something for outsiders to fear, it was fueled by a certain innocence, a joy in the world around them. Joy could not be further from the mind when standing in Azrael’s presence, so what is this? This…void of meaning. It must be born of man, no matter how it projects itself as coming from beyond. This…this is… This is the truth at the heart of every life. This is Sahri, this is Hades, and this is you as well. Y’shtola’s own mind steals her breath. What is she doing, allowing herself to think these things? But the darkest reaches of her psyche continue to assert themselves in force. When unwound, every person finds this rot at their core. Love, hatred, curiosity, the end consumes it all. Why not find joy in that?
November 29, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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seamelon.bsky.social
6. intimacy (first kiss)
[1/7]

#wolgrahaweek #wolgrahaweek2025
#wolgraha #wolexarch #maraha #🌟💎 #wol:mara
A two panel comic, set in a small nook in the Cabinet of Curiosity in the Crystarium. A hyuran woman (Mara) with white hair is leaning against a bookshelf, reading a tome, while the Crystal Exarch, his hood down, is leaning over a desk, poring over his own tome. The Exarch traces a crystal finger across the page as he reads over the tome. "No luck here, either..." he muses. "I was really hoping to make more headway this evening, but..." his eyes are focused on tome before him. From behind, Mara's attention appears to be on the Exarch he hums to himself, rather than the book in her hands. G'raha looks over his shoulder to Mara. "There is one last tome I would like to check, should my keeper be amenable." Mara turns a page in her book, averting her gaze slightly. "One more, G'raha. But afterwards you need a break. Lyna will have my head if she finds out you're working through the night again." There are three panels on this page. G'raha, chuckles. "Worry not, my friend. I will do my best to ensure our dear Captain leaves your head intact, then." Mara smiles softly at him, while G'raha returns the expression in kind.
November 29, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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guri-tia.bsky.social
[哎呀真好看，和我一模一样啊……！
那么你也是菲奥·乌尔吧！] ​​​​
#FFXIV
November 29, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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healstick.bsky.social
I only have one fic to pull from at the moment, but since my OC is unable to speak in the first scene, it is mostly his internal observations. I had a lot of fun writing these thoughts as a call and response to the canon dialogue on the Ragnarok at the end of 6.0.

archiveofourown.org/works/74832526
"Can you hear... Say..." Estinien? Why is it so damn loud? Can you ask them to keep it down a little? "...must tend to..." Someone was tugging apart the fastenings holding his bloodied clothes together. It's okay, Urianger, just let me go… "Open your... ...please!" I want to, Raha, but it's so bright… "Someone...hand..." Rain'li was aware of something being forced between his lips, and the bitter taste of gentian spilled over his tongue and down the back of his throat. Please, Shtola, I'm so tired… "Please..." Alphinaud…I'm sorry… "You can't leave us... Not like this..." Alisaie? Alisaie, please…please don't cry…
November 29, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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lalelulelo.bsky.social
little shtola saw something fucked up in old sharlayan
November 29, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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arizart.bsky.social
Athena. A scene from Pandaemonium

#ffxivart #ff14
November 28, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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djlonelygirl.bsky.social
July 15, 2025 at 7:08 PM
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inmyleylines.bsky.social
Thinking again about the inherent intimacy of how materia is formed, and the traditions around extracting and exchanging it that must have developed over the years. It's a crystallized piece of someone's very essence; how could that *not* be romanticized?
Forging the Spirit Sidequests Swynbroes: What would you say if I told you that inanimate objects can possess a soul? They can, believe it or not, although the soul in question is not their own, but that of their owner. Through faithful service, the arms and armor that we use come to hold our spiritual energy. Thus do we form a spiritbond with them. This spiritual energy can be drawn out and converted into materia, a special kind of crystal that can be attached to gear to enhance its properties.
November 28, 2025 at 7:04 PM
unassumingvenusaur.bsky.social
I. Make Sahri suffer a lot but prob the most out of pocket thing was deciding they'd be brainwashed by Athena and act as a hemitheos during final tier Pandaemonium after bringing them peace, self-acceptance, and a family with 6.0
...It's okay Tural is very healing for them, thanks Lamaty'i
thebreezyp.bsky.social axe swanger extra-ordinaire @thebreezyp.bsky.social · 2d
#finalfanasyxiv heres a #wolqotd to really make you think! whats the worst thing youve done to your WoL when making their lore (either past or during MSQ)? mine is either having Bulqedar having to spend 10+ years in the first waiting for everyone else or the “Turn Left Bulqedar” anomaly lol
November 28, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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machiatolatte.bsky.social
Alisaie

#ffxiv #redtwin #caramachiart
November 28, 2025 at 3:02 PM
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ling-4.bsky.social
#yotsuyu
November 28, 2025 at 8:54 AM
unassumingvenusaur.bsky.social
lrp I will never see Estinien art with lingering nidhogg elements and not go a little crazy about it thinking about nidsahri
November 28, 2025 at 5:54 PM
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ravensbeat.bsky.social
Estinien
November 7, 2023 at 10:39 AM
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roodypatooti.bsky.social
November 26, 2025 at 7:02 PM
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mmomentliveart.bsky.social
ARR is so good for thancred fuckers and by good I mean bad but in a good way.
#ffxiv #ffxivart
November 27, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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judepaw.bsky.social
rules of nature. (1/3)
#twoposting
November 28, 2025 at 3:49 AM
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hjemdg.bsky.social
Yes ma'am #warframefanart
November 27, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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aetherflow.bsky.social
Come closer, I'll teach you everything.
#freyayillesen
Freya beckoning the viewer to come closer to her in a pool of water surrounded by crystals. Her face is ambiguous to whether it's sincere or malicious. Do you trust her?
November 28, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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ennokos.bsky.social
#wilka🐺
three gpose screenshots stacked on top of another, all of a pair of hands. the first shot has feminine pair of hands resting atop another, a ring visible on a finger. the ground below is a colorful lush green grass. the second panel is missing the feminine hands from before and they now wear two black gauntlets, a frozen ground of ice and snow below them. the third panel is another shot of those hands, still alone, the fingers bruised and scarred with the ring laying flat on the palm of the right hand. the ground below is a cold stone, both illuminated by the light of a nearby brazier. the captions on the image is a poem by kirsty eli. it reads " you come into this life, bloody and screaming; as such, when you reached the age of love you married war for what else are you but violence "
September 27, 2025 at 3:38 AM
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healstick.bsky.social
This gpose is what originally started the idea for this fic eating away at my brain until I wrote it.
Rain'li, an orange-haired Miqo'te, lies on his side on a bed in the Baldesion Annex. He is surrounded by multiple members of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. His head is resting on G'raha Tia's lap, who has come to sit next to him. His face is twisted into a grimace of pain as he grasps at Raha's leg. Alphinaud and Alisaie have also climbed on the bed, and they each sit on either side of the miqo'te, resting a hand on him. Y'shtola perches on the end of the bed, looking over them. Thancred is faced away from the bed as he leans on the headboard, looking back over his shoulder at the group, while Urianger looks over the top of his book from a nearby chair. On the other side of a privacy screen at the foot of the bed, Estinien leans with his head tilted to the side, watchful and protective, but distant.
November 28, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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aguichart.bsky.social
She’s a mess #wolgraha #nsfw
Raha is sucking an Asteria's boobie, while touching her other nipple with one hand and penetrating her with the other. Asteria is all flushed and moaning “prrrraha… prrrreaseee…”
November 28, 2025 at 9:21 AM
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aetherflow.bsky.social
Radiance 🔆
#viriaatlas
Viria dressed in an armored gown holding a shining blue greatsword imbued with her aether.
November 28, 2025 at 3:41 AM
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rhunathecatte.bsky.social
Good idea!

#rhunaposting
Rhuna, in the custom color gleaner outfit that Margrat gives you, laying on a bench with her head resting in Margrat's lap. Margrat pets her gently and looks down at her with a smile.
November 28, 2025 at 5:03 AM
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healstick.bsky.social
New wolship sneaking up on me like
An orange-haired male miqo'te stands in front of a tavern fireplace. Tahla Molkoh, a female Keeper miqo'te with dark gray/blue skin and dark orange hair, has snuck up behind him and startled him.
November 28, 2025 at 4:22 AM