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✦ 𝕭𝖊𝖑c𝖊𝕭𝖔𝖔 @belceboo.bsky.social · Aug 7

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
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He could not bring himself to drive the hammer down.

His breath rattled in his ears, hissing wetly on the exhale. He tightened his grip on the hammer; it was his off-hand, but it would have to do.

He could not feel the stone floor beneath his palm, only the intolerable seam between crystal and flesh, jagged crystal rending through muscle and fascia with every wrong move. Raha chokes on a sob, sweaty red strands falling into his eyes; he shoves them out of the way irritably with the back of his hand.

He hefts the hammer, aiming above his target. Bends his elbow back as he tests the weight. Swinging once. Twice. Always coming just shy of the crystal, glimmering faintly in the hearthlight.

It's a sculpture. It's not you. You cannot even feel it. He tries again to bend his fingers, to crook his thumb. There are no tendons nor nerves to convey the action. It isn't his arm anymore, he knows that. It's the Tower's cost.

Raha shoves the belt between his teeth, incisors biting into the leather as he swings the hammer down.

It clinks harmlessly against the sapphire. False start. That's alright. He has nothing but time to get this right.

$Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more. The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.$

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13h

biblically accurate #lilith.exe

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 13h

i made one of those wol moodboards but you can look too. #lilith.exe

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ember 🔥 @emberfall.bsky.social · 14h

And then Caleb has to do the one thing he does not want to do whatsoever: call Zayne Li.

#emberlads | #elliecaleb | #emberwrites | #loveanddeepspace

Orange spills like paint overtop the garden-esque cloudlike that surrounds Skyhaven -- a thousand flowers blooming at day's twilight, tempting him to jump.

He presses his still-human fist into the cold glass of the window until the iciness of the clouds seeps back into his body, prickling sharp. In the glass reflection he sees his Ellie in a dead sleep. Her image is warped by the chemicals in the glass that prevent it from shattering, her dark hair smothering her face like vines or blight.

His fault. Of course. Just let her investigate quietly where I can control it. I can walk this line. I can keep her safe from the wild shadows that look all around her, made giant by her light, and I will work to see us both be free, once and for all.

But now she, too, is stuck in the inky hell of forgetting -- something he swore he would never let happen to her again -- because she is sharper, meaner, more clever than he could have possibly remembered. He had not been there. He could not have known.

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Bruno Dias @brunodias.bsky.social · 16h

Six years ago, I wrote most of the Tragedian dialogue for Pathologic 2 in iambic pentameter. I'm back now doing the same for Pathologic 3. I figured it was helpful to write a guide on *how* I did it – in case I get hit by a bus and the team has to carry on without me.

azhdarchid.com/so-you-want-...

So You Want to Write Iambic Pentameter

In which I share the dirty secrets of the world's least useful skill

azhdarchid.com

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 15h

I fear I was not thinking about jesus when I was listening to this in middle school

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 15h

was sexually repressed christian metal the secret sauce I needed for my wolmeric wip

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 15h

the way 2000s christian metal bands were writing hornier shit than anything sleep token could

The Thirst Is Taking Over

open.spotify.com

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 17h

what more could i ask for!!! 🙏🥹💕

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Opteekaal @opteekaal.bsky.social · 18h

"If they are of no value to you, give them to me. These shards of your will-of mankind's determination. They are beautiful beyond compare."

Exarch sitting bent over as his arm crumbles. Feo Ul has a shard of his arm in their hands as they hover over him.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 18h

aaaa thank you so much!!! 🙏💕

naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 18h

for lunch we are serving: whump! 💕 tysm for reading!

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sleemo @sleemo.com · 1d

So proud of our girls 🫶 #kpopdemonhunters

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

the highest of compliments coming from you 🥹

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

I haven't seen it since high school but the sheer visceral horror of the arm scene has stayed with me! enjoy the pain 💕

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

thank you so much!!!!! 🥺💕

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

been thinking a lot about the film 127 hours.

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FINAL FANTASY XIV @en.finalfantasyxiv.com · 23h

#FFXIV: Chronicles of Light Volume II is available for digital purchase! ✨ sqex.link/48vo

Enjoy a compilation of thirty short stories including four EXCLUSIVE stories featuring Feo Ul, Godbert, Y'shtola, and Krile!

The cover for the Final Fantasy 14: Chronicles of Light, Volume 2 book. Cover not final. The illustration by Toshiyuki Itahana shows figures of Hades, Hythlodaeus, Venat, a starbird, the Warrior of Light, the Crystal Exarch, Alpha, and Omega.

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naut. 🖤 @papernautilus.bsky.social · 19h

a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
#nautwrites

$Three bedridden weeks wasted. Four sin eaters attacks he could not save them from. Twenty or more deaths. They were still digging the graves in the lilac hills. Saliva pools down his chin. He takes a long, shuddering breath, and drives the hammer once more. The hammer glances off one fractaled edge before spinning out of his hand, knocking over a stool as it spirals beneath the bed. Raha swears inarticulately through the belt. "Come on," he grunts, dragging the dumb, useless weight of his arm as he struggles to wedge himself beneath the bed. Staring at the cobwebs and moldering dust, Raha reconsiders his course. There were doubtless volumes in the Crystal Tower's libraries he hadn't accessed. There was no logic behind this choice. There was always another way. Crystal shreds through his flesh as he reaches for the hammer. He scrabbles out of the bed, staggering for a moment before collapsing against the wall, clutching the hammer as if it were the only thing left to him. His back slides down the wall, and he grimly presses the crystal arm down onto the stone floors. He couldn't sleep another night with this weight attached to him. He shoves the belt between his teeth, grinding down on his molars as he readies his arm again. He doesn't look at the crystal when he swings— instead he casts his gaze a little further. Told himself he would only drive the hammer into the stone floor. Raha's arm shatters in a profusion of crystal shards and viscera.$