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Dingbat Cat of Light and Friends
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They/them | Writer | FFXIV Enjoyer | Old Enough | White | Sometimes NSFW🔞|Kinsley City/All the Wrong Reasons © Sebastian Hansen (me, it's me)
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Dingbat Cat of Light and Friends @uncanon.kinsleycity.net · Oct 21
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Hi! I'm Sebastian/Torri and I do a lot of the writings. I am Eld, poly (I have double trouble), and have three (3) cats. Expect them.

Fandom writings are at uncanon_ffxiv on Ao3.
Kinky Gay Superheroes can be found in my book.

And here are the two blorbos I post the most about:
This is a portrait of my miqot'e WoL, Torrian, who is grinning like a cat that caught a mouse and is now showing it to you because they love you. This is how cats be sometimes, sorry. They are a nonbinary/gender fluid kind of WoL and like their axe. A lot. They axe a lot of things. They are also a pictomancer these days, but they tend to paint either axes or gay people kissing so it evens out in the end. They are canonically attached at the hip to @hallowedhr.bsky.social's Revien. If you want to know about their mum, you can read the thread here: https://bsky.app/profile/uncanon.kinsleycity.net/post/3ly3se2r3t22f Mum is the best. And I play a version of Seifer--yes, the one from Final Fantasy 8--who got yanked into Eorzea during the Seventh Umbral Calamity. He was kinda angry about it but has since mellowed out. He's a pirate these days and is @piratesicard.bsky.social's guarddog. He is the Raiding Main. Since I raid primarily as a White Mage, this is also funny. To me. It's funny to me specifically and that's what matters. For further funny: I main Bard in PVP so yeah. He's also a Bard.
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grimmlei.bsky.social
Cutie pie. 🥧

#grimmlei | #grimmleixoxo | #midlander | #hyur | #gposers | ♠️ 🖤
Grimmlei gpose - Grimmlei twirling in her winter glam
November 26, 2025 at 9:57 PM
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prisonculture.bsky.social
95% of authors are not making a living through book publishing. The public needs to understand this.
November 25, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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piratesicard.bsky.social
Final Fall Sprouts! 💙🍂 Thank you all, it was fun!

@moonsdragoon.bsky.social
@uncanon.kinsleycity.net
@taz-the-shiba.bsky.social
November 26, 2025 at 8:47 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
Hi yes hello hi! Hey! Hi!

I don't own Sicard, Emmanellain, Seifer, Haurchefant, G'raha, Alfonse, or any other NPC that gets shipped by the braincells between my ears. If I'm not a fan of how someone does it, I know what the mute button is.

(You can't have Rev tho. Torri's Elf is Torri's.)
aerialsquid.bsky.social Aerial Squid @aerialsquid.bsky.social · 1d
#wolqotd How do you feel about other people shipping things with your wolship/OCship of choice? Do you ignore it? Adore it? (Take anything you can get because your character is so minor they barely get anything at all so any content is a blessing?)
November 25, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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froggercube.bsky.social
i dont think i ever posted my best work here

#ffxiv
January 18, 2025 at 7:53 AM
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sullsy.bsky.social
🌅『Seaside Shenanigans』🌅
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(Raffle prize for @piratesicard.bsky.social )
< #GPose - #Gposers - #Sicard - #Emmanellain - #Sicamenallain >
The sun sets on the horizon, casting an orange glow around the beach. A hyur with light blue hair (Sicard) is dressed in fun beach attire, sunglasses and a visor shading him from the sun. He holds in his arm, bridal style, a pale Elezen with messy long hair (Emmanellain). Behind them is a lighthouse upon the horizon. We zoom into the couple and see that Sicard wears a knowing smirk, looking over at Emmanellain who himself has a surprised, wide eyed look to him.
November 24, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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leguinbot.bsky.social
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls.
November 23, 2025 at 10:40 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
In fairness to Torri, they understood the concept but by then so many weird and confusing things had happened at them that finding out about it was like...it was a Tuesday.
November 23, 2025 at 10:33 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
Mum did not have "expectations" in the traditional sense. She is very good at seeing the *person* and working from there. She could tell early on what sort of person Torri would grow into and encouraged their talents accordingly.

TBH Torri *did* make it easy...
Pictured: A very confused Goobue scratching it's head because it has a Miqot'e youth hanging out of its mouth. It does not understand how the Miqot'e got there. Torri tried to axe it...but. Well. Sometimes things just happen.
November 23, 2025 at 10:22 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
¯\(°_o)/¯
November 23, 2025 at 10:45 AM
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silvaswiftcast.bsky.social
Thank you so much for the tag!!! 💜 It was so hard to pick out some snippets, but here's a few I really love!!! (Second one has suggestive themes, but no hard CWs)

If you're tagged, post 1-4 favorite snippets you wrote and tag some fellow writers!

bsky.app/profile/drow...
bsky.app/profile/mari...
To others, she was someone putting on a show as a dancer. But to Hien, she was baring her soul to the world, the embodiment of life itself. She was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen. “Look at her,” Alisaie said, dark blue eyes glinting with awe and wonder. “To think that… she was hiding this. I can’t help but feel like Silva’s been holding out on us.” Lyse shook her head, amused. “No, that’s not it, Alisaie. This is what Silva looks like when the world doesn’t weigh down on her shoulders. When she’s filled with joy and peace. You just haven’t been around long enough to see— to know her, is all,” she told the young Scion. She playfully bumped her shoulder against Alisaie’s when she pouted. “To see what makes her… well, her. Some of us have years on you to discover all the mysteries about everyone’s favorite Warrior of Light. Decades, even. Give it time, and you’ll learn!” And then a breathless laugh left her as the Auri woman did another elaborate twirl. “Perhaps, have fun with it too.” And Hien, rather selfishly, prayed he would have more time to learn what else Silva was hiding away. What he would uncover himself. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He shouldn’t— “Kami help me, she’s so beautiful,” Hien breathed, his lips and tongue moving on their own. His heart ached, the pain radiating through his chest. Another starburst engulfed the room, followed by the sensation of soft, misty rain clinging to his skin, stealing the air from his lungs. And he swore he caught her looking in his direction, their eyes locking. “So absolutely beautiful. The most radiant human I’ve been blessed to have met.” No one else matched her. Not even close. Silva was all bubbly laughter and smiles as she climbed up the stairs — slowly. Blood roared in her ivory horns as she carefully climbed the steps backward, refusing to tear her eyes away from Hien as he watched her. The hungry gleam in them only slowed her steps. And made her even bolder. “What’s the matter, [my heart?]” she questioned, a playful pout on her lips. “Afraid of a little running? A little… chase?” The way his eyes narrowed at her taunting, how his fingers twitched at his sides, made her breath hitch. Silva knew what that meant in their games. He wanted to touch her— needed to touch her. She needed it too. She longed to feel those large palms run along her bare skin and white scales, toying with her body and all the sensitive spots that made her crumble. For those thick fingers to graze against the soft inside of her thighs before finding their way between them. The ragged cry that would leave her as the young lord pressed them inside her— Silva forced herself to swallow the whimper crawling up her throat. “That doesn’t sound like you, Hien.” She didn’t sound like herself either, Silva realized. Desire distorted her voice, words slightly breathy with an edge of need for him to sprint after her. Why wasn’t he? A dark chuckle rumbled from him, shaking his chest and shoulders. She stopped mid-step, watching and waiting to see what Hien would do next. “Oh, Silva… You know better than that by now.” His words had her full attention. Her heart raced when his laughter died, only for it to thunder against her ribs when the heat in his eyes threatened to glue her on the spot. Gods and help her. He stepped toward the grand staircase, the wooden banister creaking as his left hand curled around it. What she would give for that hand to curve around a leg, thigh, waist, her fucking throat— “You know I’m always up for the chase,” he murmured sweetly. Hien’s lips twisted into a wicked smirk. “You better start running if you wish to walk in the morning, [wildflower.]” “I know how hard it is for you to be here. That you have feelings of uncertainty you’re trying to sort out on your own time when it comes to our homeland. I respect that,” he murmured. Hien watched as understanding washed over her features. “You use this quiet, secluded space as a sanctuary of sorts when you feel overwhelmed when your duties require you, Ricmorn, and your Scion companions to be here. Just as I do from time to time. I want you to know that this space is just as much yours as it is mine, my dear friend.” The two Domans stared at one another as he gave her a moment to fully take in his words. To tumble them over in her head and think about them. But he didn’t mind waiting — never. He loved her, after all. Even if she didn’t know it yet. “Are you going to make this a habit, Hien?” she questioned after a few moments. He hummed, curious. “Am I going to make what a habit, Silva?” A pretty lilac flush stained her cheeks. “Taking my breath away,” she answered, ignoring just how breathless she sounded. He chuckled, low and deep. The rich sound had no business making her heart and stomach do funny things from that alone. “I make you breathless, you say?” “You do more than just that.” And when her brain caught up to her mouth, Silva slapped a hand over it in mortification. The way his face lit up at her abrupt admission made her long tail swish wildly behind her, and she didn’t know whether to try to explain herself or flee. “I-I’m sorry! I don’t know where that came from, a-and—” The Au Ra wanted to pull her hair out and scream, wanting to do anything other than tripping over her damn tongue.  Gods, why was she like this? “Hey, Silv— I got the bag of soil you needed and… Am I interrupting something?” Silva jumped at the sound of Ricmorn’s voice, another embarrassed squeak escaping her. She pulled herself away from Hien — who was more than happy to let her go and have space — and rushed over to her husband’s side. “No, no! I’m fine! Everything’s fine! Great!” she awkwardly laughed. The confused expression he wore grew as he stared down at her, frowning. “You can put the bag down wherever and I will handle it later.” “Okay…” he hesitated, sounding unconvinced that she was fine. Ricmorn glanced over at Hien, who simply offered him a sheepish smile and a slight shrug. “Anywhere, you said?” She quickly nodded. “Y-yup! I will deal with it later, or perhaps tomorrow, when I have a moment free!”  But not now. Certainly not now. She needed to sort through everything that just happened to her and get her heart to stop threatening to beat free from her chest. To take a moment to catch her breath before showing her face in front of the handsome samurai again. And before the white mage could ask where she was running off to — or better yet, ask more questions — she quickly sprinted past him and into Kienkan through the door he walked out of. Feeling even more confused than he had a second ago, he turned back toward his friend. “What did you do to break my wife?” “I… may have flustered her more than I had intended,” the young lord answered, reaching around to rub the back of his neck.
November 22, 2025 at 11:44 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
I discovered the joys of Existing At Night and Not Being Around People and have arranged my entire life so that I can both Exist At Night and Not Be Around People (much).
recursecenter.bsky.social Recurse Center @recursecenter.bsky.social · 15d
What’s the lore behind choosing your career path ?
November 23, 2025 at 9:40 AM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
As much as I do love Mum yelling at a goat while on a linkpearl call with Torri, I'm going to go with the time Emmanellain and Sicard got stuck in a closet:
The feather in Sicard’s new hat dusted Emm’s nose and the lord scrunched it up, trying desperately to not sneeze. The pirate hastily brushed the plume back into place. The blokes outside were still talking but Sicard paid them no mind. His attention was fixed firmly on trying to keep Emmanellain from wailing. That was, until he heard Art–Emmanellain’s brother say, “Enough about that. Come here Stephanivien.” Then: The soft clink of glasses, a throaty chuckle, and the rustling of fabrics. Oh bloody bloody hells, they ain’t gonna– And the sound of a kiss, faint but oh so very perceptible. Sicard seriously considered picking Emm up and throwing him through the door. In his state, the lord couldn’t form coherent thoughts, let alone words, but he was flailing for everything he was worth. Maybe Emmanellain suddenly bursting forth, squawking and flapping about like a chicken, would be enough of a distraction to get them out of the room before anyone realized what was happening.
November 23, 2025 at 8:57 AM
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lumeriadeborel.bsky.social
I want to gift myself a Lumeric smutty fic for my birthday.

Anyone have writing comms available that would feel comfortable writing Lume and Aymeric smut?
November 22, 2025 at 8:43 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
Oooooh what to pick what to pick (and also WHO to pick!!)

ok ok ok uhhh...

I think only two of these have appeared in finished works but I love all these very much.

As for tagging....I am not sure who to tag who hasn't been? If you haven't been, please qrp with your words! I want to read them!
He went to work. A crowd quickly formed around him but he paid them no mind. Pirates liked a good show and there'd always been a bit of theater deep in Seifer's veins so he made sure to put on a decent performance. The cheers and taunts washed over him. His thoughts focused inward, trying to make sense of everything--and failing. As he'd failed every day for the past five years. When your dreams lay tattered and broken on the floor of your fucked up childhood, where do you go? When everything you believed deep in your soul turns out to be a lie, what do you do? When the blood on your hands weighs enough to drown you beneath the waves of your own hubris, how do you keep drawing breath? I felt whole. Not because he completed me but because he allowed me to be whole, as myself. A person complete, not completed, and worthy of being loved. He felt like a part of me, but instead of filling a void, he became an extension of myself. Apart and also a part. I was owned, willingly subdued, and wanted as much as I found myself wanting. Marks and scars. Scars and marks. He would love them all. With his lips, he traced the marks of the map on her skin---the scars on her arms, a mole here, a small bruise there (*where had she been before coming to see him? What had she been doing? He'd ask later*), a few cuts, healing scars from past battles....all comprising the visceral journal of a life lived. He would read the lines on her body, commit them to memory, and cherish her story in their time apart. The chatter and occasional cheer in the background grew dim. Time itself seemed to tick down until everything felt frozen. Something he’d wailed not long ago came back to haunt him. I could kiss so many lovely people! Emmanellain swallowed. Sicard’s lips curled into a gentle–and hitherto unforeseen–smile. It was small, soft, almost shy in a way. This wasn’t the smile he’d seen before. This was a secret one. A softer one. A smile for Emmanellain and Emmanellain only. His heart started pounding in his chest. Numbly, he wondered if anyone else could hear it. Or...him. I could kiss only him and be happy with that. The pirate’s lovely smile turned into a slight smirk–not quite as alluring but still darling nonetheless, because Sicard would not be himself without the smirk. It drove Emmanellain mad, but the lord realized with a start that it was part of the whole and the whole was often an infuriating, but always magnetic, pirate.
November 23, 2025 at 8:45 AM
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lilpunkboi.bsky.social
This man hit the “oh bother” pose so often in ShB that I knew what I needed to do. Introducing: Poohrianger and Thanclet

#FFXIV | #Urianger | #Thancred
November 22, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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sureimiku.bsky.social
Today marks 2 years since we decided to ship Siri and Kal for fun in the cloud servers but it became so much more than that, here’s a thread of all my fave gposes and why I love them so dearly 🩷

#🌌🍷 | #⭐📸
A pose of my AU siri (they/them) in scholar robes and talking to kal who has red mage robes on. Siris little Eos (Lily) is looking at kal too. They’re all in Mor Dhona at sunset A close up of Siri smiling and blushing faintly And close up of Kal smiling
November 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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piratesicard.bsky.social
Autumn Sprouts with their cosy drinks for @grimmlei.bsky.social and @ishgardtimes.bsky.social 💙
I will post more sprouts doodles below in batches as I do them!
A chibi midlander girl drawing with dark hair and different eyes, one blue and one dark grey! She is holding pistachio matcha latte. An ishgardian elezen chibi drawing with brown hair and goldie eyes. He is holding pumpkin spice latte.
November 22, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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piratesicard.bsky.social
Thank you for joining my gibaway! 🫶 First batch!

@theheartlesstide.etheirys.social
@tasirfortemps.etheirys.social
@goldengaelicat.bsky.social
@sullsy.bsky.social
November 22, 2025 at 6:57 PM
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java-kitty.bsky.social
Hey I'm not one to beg, let alone ask for money. But Nougat needs to have a major surgery to have part of his femur removed, neither me or my family are particularly well off, so if you want to commission me or donate to help off-set cost of care, id be forever grateful.
November 21, 2025 at 12:13 AM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
They aren't wrong.
Screenshot from Final Fantasy 14 of a line from chat. [FC]<Seifer' Almasy> CAPITALISM IS A DPS LOSS This is about Occult Crescent, but also yes.
November 22, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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novacrystallis.com
Square Enix shares a closer look at the 'Journey of Discovery' set for the FF Trading Card Game:

• Ifrit [FFIII] illus.: Yukihiro Kajimoto
• Galuf [FFV] illus.: Rika Okazaki
• Seifer [FFVIII] illus.: Lisa Fujise
• Raine [FFVIII] illus.: Miki Yamashita

More:
na.finalfantasy.com/topics/607
A card picturing a horned demon with hellfire emanating from its mouth. An elderly man in black garb holds a sword to his face. A young man with blonde hair holding a gunblade provokes the viewer. A woman with long brown hair wears a yellow band and a white woolen turtleneck.
November 15, 2025 at 12:26 AM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
They have no idea what they look like when they do this.

I need to redo these shots with their post-DT makeovers but yeah.

...Yeah.
Rarely posted but well-loved shot of Seifer and Sicard in the setting sun, looking adoringly at each other (you can't see Seifer's expression as his back is to the camera but trust me, it's sappy a-f). They do not actually realize what they look like when they do this kinda stuff and will, in fact, stab you repeatedly for suggesting they may be anything more than Business Partners™. Same shot from the other angle. Now you can see Seifer's sappy a-f expression. But they are not in love. Don't you dare suggest they might be in love.
November 21, 2025 at 3:30 PM
uncanon.kinsleycity.net
Oh my god they're putting my cat in the game.
Pictured: A gray cat sitting in a open and otherwise emptysuitcase. He looking up at the camera with an expression best described as "simpering." He wants to go on an adventure. Please pet him.
November 21, 2025 at 12:13 PM
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xenoglossxiv.etheirys.social
this ya know?
A meme showing two books. One book is very thick and has the text "Lore I made up on the spot because of a WoLQOTD" over it. The other book is very thin and has the text "Lore I already established" above it.
November 20, 2025 at 3:33 PM