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she/her | 35+ | 7.5 spoilers | icon by @/eldrtchmn #SwordAndShield (Thorne/Aymeric Tag) #ThorneLore (Headcanons & Other Lore Snippets) #Wolmeric #FFXIVFanfic

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Jaws@jaws-stone.bsky.social · 3d ago

I unironically love that we humans lose our mind watching something block out the sun. In these horrible, horrible times, it's nice to be reminded of the grandness out there.

Screenshot of a stream showing the eclipsed sun
reluctant protagonist@laspocelliere.bsky.social · last wk.

Everyone immediately go read this fic about that cat being unhinged that definitely-not-Thorne doesn't love him

Celestaux@duskwightdancer.bsky.social · last wk.

Happy Day 6 of #wolgrahaweek2026!! Here's my fic for Goodbye! Please check the tags on this one 💛 Rated M | #wolgraha | Unnamed F!WoL | Hanahaki Disease | Body Horror | Toxic Unrequited Love | ~3.3k words 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/90006371 #wolgrahaweek #ffxivwriters #ffxivfic

A screenshot of a fanfiction on AO3. Title: with each and every interaction (it's too late for me) Author: steamingcupoftea Summary: He was already dying; doing so by her sword would be a blessing, really, compared to the alternative. But if he was honest, he didn't even need the mirror to see her anymore. His Warrior of Light and Darkness lived behind his eyelids every time he closed them. He saw the long planes of her pale throat, the sharpness in her dark eyes, the way they flashed momentarily at any sign of a challenge – things that most wouldn't notice if they hadn't been staring at her, watching her constantly for weeks. Watching as she slayed sin eaters with a single blow, not even minding as the white plaster of their blood sprayed across her face while strong muscles flexed with ease. Watching as those same muscles relaxed under the spray of water as she bathed, vulnerable in a way no one on this star was allowed to see. Watching as sleep finally took her, her body relaxing while her face still twisted and contorted with a pain and a longing he knew not of. A pain he wished to know of, one he wished he could take away. But that was not what the fates had in mind for him. The Exarch had no right to her heart, the mix of blooms and rot in his lungs told him as much.