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papernautilus.bsky.social
naut. 🖤
@papernautilus.bsky.social
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🔞 30+ | she/they | ♈️
🐺 horror + romance 🐰
✍️ fanfiction writer 🪦🕊 #nautwrites
✨️ multifandom: FFXIV, BG3, ghoulcy, mouthwashing, et al. 🌙
🩸 an extremely weird octopus. 🔪
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"damn I needed this" and it's just gposing your wol
A screenshot from Final Fantasy XIV of a female Xaela.
February 4, 2026 at 1:35 AM
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"I gave you all I had."
January 27, 2026 at 4:07 AM
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i really appreciated the close approximation to my tattoos. picrew.me/en/image_mak...
January 17, 2026 at 10:47 PM
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me when people take shipping too seriously
screenshot of Phil Lester saying "What i was just saying is, can a ship not just be a fun thing you tell?"
January 13, 2026 at 4:45 PM
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🧸 cotton & formaldehyde. 🧵
T, 1.3k. a calyx/halmarut one-shot.
archiveofourown.org/works/77576831
#nautwrites #7.4spoilers
Halmarut clutches his soft plush body close to her breast and it is the warmest Calyx has felt in centuries. He is acutely aware that he lacks a sympathetic nervous system nor thermoreceptors to even feel such a thing. But as his soul possesses this absurd velvet-and-cotton form, his mind conjures explanations out of purgatory. He can feel the ground beneath his two stubby legs just as he can feel Halmarut nuzzle his worn velvet fur and breathe in his scent. She squeezes him tight against her ribcage, drawing her knees up to her chest as she dozes in the alleyway. How different really were their bodies to one another? Halmarut treats her Auri body as if it were another set of clothes she'd donned for the occasion, but even she admits she was very fond of her jade scales. Unwittingly so was he, finding himself entranced in the way they caught the dim lanternlight. He did not require a cardiac system to feel his heart skip a deathless beat when she smiled down at him.
January 12, 2026 at 8:19 PM
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I need someone to make the 2026 version of this but
December 31, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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December 31, 2025 at 12:25 AM
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big fat end of #ffxiv7.4spoilers but god has cursed me with another crackship. #nautwrites
Halmarut clutches his soft plush body close to her breast and it is the warmest Calyx has felt in centuries. He is acutely aware that he lacks a sympathetic nervous system nor thermoreceptors to even feel such a thing. But as his soul possesses this absurd velvet-and-cotton form, his mind conjures explanations out of purgatory. He can feel the ground beneath his two stubby legs just as he can feel Halmarut nuzzle his worn velvet fur and breathe in his scent. She squeezes him tight against her ribcage, drawing her knees up to her chest as she dozes in the alleyway. How different really were their bodies to one another? Halmarut treats her Auri body as if it were another set of clothes she'd donned for the occasion, but even she admitted she was very fond of her jade scales. Unwittingly so was he, finding himself entranced in the way they caught the dim lanternlight. He did not require a cardiac system to feel his heart skip a deathless beat when she smiled down at him.
December 21, 2025 at 8:56 AM
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December 19, 2025 at 6:07 PM
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tea emote so peak i had to make some chai irl
a screenshot from FFXIV of a female xaela holding a cup of tea in front of a christmas tree
December 19, 2025 at 3:21 AM
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December 17, 2025 at 4:20 AM
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finished pilgrims traverse for the caboy crumbs thanks to @che-che-cheo.bsky.social dragging my corpse across the finish line
November 13, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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a snippet from a reader/corbeau fic in which harmony decides to pay off urbain's debt with her body. (corbeau doesn't let her.)
#nautwrites
Corbeau finally squatted down, the smoky miasma of his cologne engulfing you. "And what do you have," Corbeau whispered, "that can equal such a cost?" You pressed your hands into the marble and met his gaze; you expected sadism, and instead found genuine curiosity. His expressions were always so at odds with his harsh inflection, and it unbalanced you as you stammered out, "M-My body." Corbeau looked unimpressed, as if you'd offered nothing more than a café coupon. "And how many times have you used this particular method to get yourself out of unsavory situations?" "I've never—" you swallowed, tried to find that bravery that allowed you to ascend to Rank E in the Z-A Royale. "I've never. With anyone," you clarified. "You would be the first." Corbeau's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he couldn't hide the catch of his breath. Now—now you truly had his entire attention. He leaned back on his heels as he appraised you anew. "You would prostitute yourself?" Corbeau raised an eyebrow. "For him? For AZ? For a city you barely even know?" "Better that than to be in debt to a wannabe mafioso," you couldn't help but snap. Corbeau laughed; the sound was surprisingly soft. "Nothing can quench that fire in you, kid, can it?" He said with surprising fondness. Was this all amusing to him? Were you just another toy to be hung on his wall like so many fine paintings when he was finished with you? Humiliation rose to your cheeks with a sudden flush. He caught your chin in his slender fingers, dragging your head up to meet his searching gaze. "You can't take this back, you know," he warned. "Think carefully. You're much too young to ruin your life. Trust me, I'd know." "That didn't stop you from ruining Urbain's." Venom dripped from your tongue. "He's a big kid. I need to know you're absolutely certain." Corbeau was giving you an out, and you found yourself contemplating taking it. Exactly how much would you have to do? What would he ask you to do? You hadn't let yourself consider it until now as he cupped your chin in his chilly fingers. Your mind filled with pornographic images, each more vulgar than the last, and you are shocked to find only a strange heat filling your core. Was this for Lumiose's sake, or your own? You'd been asked time and time again by your competitors why you'd so recklessly thrown yourself into a bloodthirsty tourney. You'd mumbled some platitudes, but the truth of the matter was, it was for your sake alone that you persevered. For the seductive taste of victory in the back of your throat as another opponent fell to their knees before you. "I know what I'm worth," you finally exhaled. "As long as it doesn't interfere with my duties to the hotel." Corbeau smirked and stood; you felt strangely bereft of his touch. "Yes, that hotel. Strange that I've invested so much into its continued maintenance and never once stepped foot on its threshold. I'll have to pay them a visit—tonight."
November 11, 2025 at 3:44 AM
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gaston my love 🫶💕🥺 my grumpy bunny...
November 3, 2025 at 2:24 PM
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There's not going to be a ilsabard expac, you stupid slut.
October 31, 2025 at 12:33 PM
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my husband made loaded baked potato soup today and i now understand this grebuloff on a spiritual level
October 21, 2025 at 11:01 PM
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welcome back to hell anon 💖
October 21, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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i received my themis zine today and i am just agog at all the love and attention and detail that has gone into this packaging!!! you guys knocked it out of the park!!!! @ffxivthemiszine.bsky.social
October 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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biblically accurate #lilith.exe
October 9, 2025 at 1:08 AM
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i made one of those wol moodboards but you can look too. #lilith.exe
October 9, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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I fear I was not thinking about jesus when I was listening to this in middle school
October 8, 2025 at 10:29 PM
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a snippet written in reaction to the new exarch story. 💎🔨 #crystalexarch
#nautwrites
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.
October 8, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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October 7, 2025 at 1:56 PM
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in the back of my mind, it's always there. 🔪
please enjoy my piece for this wonderful and ❗️FREE❗️fanzine that explores the origins of the fabled dead pixel.
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
“You are going to keep doing this until you get a reaction,” Curly retorts, “and I won’t give you the satisfaction. I know this game, Jimmy. I’m not playing it.” “You could dock his pay,” Swansea grunts. “Insubordination. Hazing. I can think of a few good things to send to Corporate. And you’ve got two witnesses.” He inclines his mug to Anya, who suddenly finds herself the object of Jimmy’s scrutinizing glare. “You’ll rat on me, then?” he snorts. “Just like that?” Curly snaps, “None of this is going to Corporate—” Jimmy stands; several hexagonal pieces cartwheel off the table and land on the scrubby carpet. “So you are too chickenshit after all to take command of your co-pilot—” She’d always thought it would be Jimmy who would resort to violence first; it seemed a fluent enough language to him. Perhaps Swansea, who already had somewhat cauliflowered ears from a lifetime ago of beatings, yellowing sclera suggesting long-term liver disease. He’d been frank about his sobriety, flicking his Alcoholics Anonymous coins onto her desk for her perusal. It is one of the things she admired most about the Chief of Engineering. But everyone has their limits. She never thought she’d see Curly reach his first.
September 19, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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little wife.👰
explicit; 4.8k. thorn & ophelia must fulfill their conjugal duties. a #LaPasseMiroir pwp oneshot. #nautwrites
archiveofourown.org/works/70938246
https://archiveofourown.org/works/70938246 Standing before him, something seemed to thaw within her; his wife sighs, crossing her arms. "How... how do you mean to fool the courts into thinking we've fulfilled our conjugal duties?" Thorn shrugs. "Muss the sheets. Apply some blood." Ophelia's pale cheeks color. "I will try to affect an aura of perfect contentment," she mutters. "This could all be so much easier if—" Her face grows mottled; she leans over to his undrunk cup of tea and downs that too, as if it were liquid courage. "I know you've said that I owe you nothing," Ophelia says, her voice going shrill with bravery, "but we can afford no detractors to think anything of our union other than perfect truth." And she sheds the greatcoat, baring her chemise to him. Her skin pebbles with gooseflesh, nipples peaking through the thin fabric. "We could—" she swallows hard. "We could at least try," she manages. "That is—if you are willing." If he was willing? A cardiac event was happening inside Thorn's ribcage, so raucous was the pounding of his pulse. He clicks open his pocketwatch again, to avoid looking at her. His gaze still drifts down to her knees between his, flushed and mottled with bruises. "I thought you made your opinion of me and this marriage perfectly clear." Ophelia sighs, her breath tickling his windchapped face. "And you have been very kind in coddling my feelings on the matter, but the fact remains, we and my family remain in danger if the court finds reason to discredit our union. Perhaps, for once, we need not conjure an elaborate ruse to do it." She takes her white-gloved hand to her mouth and nibbles on the seam of her glove, as she was wont to do. "And—perhaps I am—the littlest bit—curious." As ever, she cast all his carefully laid plans into perfect disarray.
September 16, 2025 at 10:13 PM