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costco @costco.amaurot.social · 23/10/2025

fine i reactivate my account i guess i have to post this thing that came to me in a vision you don’t understand…..

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I hope Thomas Moore rests easy knowing that we took his imaginary friend OC and made him into a beautiful lavender boywife that doms his goth partner who is the most powerful mage in the world

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Lordly @iamlordly.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I still miss him! So I'm bringing him back. Zenos yae Galvus 10cm Plush Petition is live! The Campaign run till the 23rd Oct, pledge while you still can~ Link and Additional Previews Below ⏬ #ffxiv #zenos

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553 (fives) 🔞 ☀️ @rkgk553.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

I uploaded my 2025 Kink Zine comic "Queen's Gambit" to itch if anyone would like it as an individual PDF! I reformatted it nicely with some bonus illustrations - this is basically what I printed for Dokomi previously, but better quality... 👉 rkgk553.itch.io/queens-gambit

Zine Cover of Queen's Gambit (Zoraal Ja x Sphene + Otis )

Screenshot of the third page of the zine / first page of the comic. Robot Otis is wandering around the ruins of old Alexandria. He hears moaning and sees Zoraal Ja and Sphene having sex behind a rock.

Tenth page of the zine. An individual illustration of Sphene lying down with her skirt spread around her.

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Started up FF6 again to do some endgame grinding and Figaro castle's theme never gets old ☺️

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Its cold again which means my fingertips and nose are perpetually cold as well. I don't even have iron deficiency so idk why that happens

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

this is soooo cool!! no EU DC option yet so I put secret :3c link below! #v_postercard #FF14キャラクターカード

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Solaire 🔜 GATEway FATE 🐏 @solairelunaire.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

day 30 - vestige (CW: choking / breathplay ) last but never least, it's never an xivwrite for me without rancid yves/zenos tension (thanks to fray this time)! thanks so much to everyone who's checked out my works this month 🙏 ellipsus.com/read/6Tyuy6S... #nsfw | #solairewrites | #ffxivwrite2026

The sky of Solution Nine is a placid and cheerful blue—the same exact hue as it appeared ten hours, ten days, or ten years prior. The onslaught of electrope projections hovering over the streets of True Vue change with such rapid speed that no single image or slogan comes to mind when Yves tries to recall their purpose. The only exception are the Arcadion's advertisements bearing his own face, which only serve to make him wilt from sheer embarrassment.

From the height of his hotel room's window, the people walking the streets are no more than flecks of seafoam drowning in the city's sea of lights. Yves turns from the view with the taste of bile to keep him company. His hand stretches up to the window frame out of habit, before he stops to march across the small room instead. No manual shutters or drapes were to be found in any of these buildings: a sentry at the front desk had explained how every possible function of the room was to be accessed through a singular electrope remote.

It takes him five attempts between cycling through various combinations of buttons to cover the blinding window with a metal screen. His scowl deepens. The entire exercise is enough to make him consider returning to the Backroom in exasperation. The spare beds in Oblivion's headquarters were serviceable, and the building was quiet—but with only short, thin dividers separating each makeshift room, he could never truly lower his guard. This hotel in the Recreation Zone was private, even if the permanent glow of electrope lighting in every nook and corner was exhausting. He sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his thumb over the smooth, rounded gemstone at the center of his makeshift necklace.

"You know, you've touched his pendant for the twenty-fourth time today."

Yves doesn't need to look up from the floor to recognize Fray's presence as he materializes. "What sort of greeting is that?" Yves mutters.

"Tch. An honest one. I'm surprised Krile hasn't said anything about it, given her experiences and the effects of her Echo..."

His exhalation sounds sharper than he intends. "I am sure she has more important things to worry about. Taking care of the rest of this damned city, to start with."

Fray laughs and moves to sit beside him, making the mattress dip under a conjured impression of weight. "Oh, and what of you? Don't tell me you intend to spend your precious spare time worrying about the Alexandrians as well." The fact that Fray has opted to appear without his helmet, and therefore looks like a mirror image of Yves's own bleary-eyed face, is a poor omen. "Or is worry not the right word for what we feel about them at this moment?"

Yves is painfully aware of his throat as it swallows. He cannot help but shift the leather band of the necklace higher on his neck, and Fray's golden eyes stare at the movement in turn. "What I feel is irrelevant to what has to be done. And why ask questions you already know the answer to?"

Fray's face twists into a sneer. "You watch an entire city of grown adults wailing like newborn babes at the prospect of even a moment's awareness of what you bear—of what we must always remember—in every waking hour, endure as the only satisfying challenge of your abilities renders you a public carnival act for their very entertainment, and you call your reaction irrelevant?" He seizes the collar of Yves's tunic, the tips of his armored hands digging in below the collarbones. Even through gritted teeth, his breath is close enough to scald Yves's lips.

None of the anger or disgust in Yves truly belongs to Fray, yet he gladly swallows the poison down for them both. If Fray wishes to bruise or scar or maim him in turn it is his birthright. "They deserve better regardless," Yves whispers. Even as the words leave his mouth they seem immaterial, just as the sky, the lights, and the people here have always been.

One of Fray's hands slips upward and presses upon the amethyst over the center of his throat. It is only enough force to serve as a warning, but it still kindles heat deep within Yves's core like a flint against steel. "And what of us? What do we deserve?"

"F-Fray..." The pressure makes it harder for him to speak. Harder to think. Good.

"Of course, only now do you begin to enjoy yourself." As scathing as Fray's tone sounds, his face cannot hide the craving that both of them harbor in this moment. "Is it because you like to imagine his hands on your neck whenever I touch this little trophy he gave you?"

Yves's breaths grow quicker while Fray groans with vicarious pleasure. "You still recall how it felt to find satisfaction in each other, how vivid and real every moment became with him," Fray says, and he shoves Yves down onto the mattress at last. "This vestige of him alone is worth more than any laurels or praise that this city could grant you, hm?"

"Mmh!" A pathetic whine escapes from Yves's constricted throat. Fray's armored form looms over him, shrouding him from the unnatural glow of the room's cold lights, but he needs more. He needs to be engulfed, to be suffocated, to be consumed. His feeble attempts to arch against Fray’s body could never spark that conflagration, any more than a raindrop could start a flood.

"I do not care if I already know the answer. Speak. Beg for it properly," Fray snaps.

To stare at his own mirror image as he pleads is too cruel. Yves closes his eyes first and breathes as deep as he can through his nose. When his lips part and breath becomes air, the abyss within him and his own voice cry out in unison. Fray severs his vision as easily as if he were snuffing out a candle. The nauseating flickering of electrope is finally erased from sight, and Yves sinks into the dark.

As he falls, the hand on his throat tightens and shifts around him, until the sensation of leather and warm, bare fingertips eclipses his stuttering pulse.

"I am here, my friend."

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Radoge🍇🍋 @radoge14.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

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lady protector | 7.5 spoilers @bluberryffxiv.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

i love when person who doesnt understand stack markers runs away with one while everyone who does chases them frantically. get down mr president

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

(not sure if you can toggle english for the covers idk)

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I think these choices should tell you a lot about my tastes lmao link if you wanna make one yourself: mytop9books.com

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Youtube music, and you can circumvent ads by using firefox on your phone with an adblocker. I prefer it because it has the biggest variety and more niche artists

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双葉 @hutaba0718.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

こっちの方がよかったかも、、、

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一馬(Jack君の中身) @kkazuma.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

今ある型紙と買える生地でできる限りやったエメトセルク概念ドレス #dressmaker

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Osaka, we 🐇 @osaka.zone · 26/09/2026

The girlies have discovered Hellsing

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

@reversebeartrap.bsky.social made this beautiful art for my bd. nsfw bc of zenos' big honkers. cucksahi is beautiful too <3

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I keep finding old gem's in my drive #🖌

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I got no bd art this time so here's an old one

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I got assorted desserts instead of cake for my bd ☺️

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一馬(Jack君の中身) @kkazuma.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

エメトセルクのドレスを眺めるだけ

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

I love the last one! I'm a sucker for vests

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Your Local Welsh Vampire 🦇 @vampyrofswords.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

Did anyone always wish those fashion designer games back in the day were so much more robust? Well New Indie Just Dropped! I am having a BLAST with this one, still learning the ins and outs through story mode, but I'm getting more creative as I go A *Touch* buggy, but it's literally day 1

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Merlin G.G 🌻🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ VisDev Artist @everydaymerlin.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

hi i'm merlin! it's not my bday but perhaps i could interest you in some brushes to support a trans guy and his 2 daughters (🐱)? (these are procreate except the mermaid one that’s also available for CSP) 🎨 ko-fi.com/everydaymerlin 🎨 www.patreon.com/MerlinGG

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I'll be re-opening Hyth's office soon as well!

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I've finished making the Mini Last Stand cafe in Gogh! I'll have it open during my working hours on Thursday/Friday during: 10:00 am - 6:00 pm GMT+3 3:00 am - 11:00 am EST 4:00 pm - 12:00am JST code below! #goghgame

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themes and such @bernkastl.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

THIS IS HONESTLY SO SAD PLEASE FREE HER

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Cascanor @cascanor.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Zenos yae Galvus, Imperial Crown Prince — circa - 1569 of the Sixth Astral Era Pre-ARR concept for my fic #CoerthanTraitor #Zenos #ffxiv

Character sheet of Zenos yaw Galvus - Imperial Crown Prince.
Standing at attention in all his glory, hand toying with Crow's upright dagger embedded into a map and the wooden table below. He wears a slight but insufferably smug smile, his other hand sliding over his elaborate magitek dual-blade scabbard.

Back view of the prince, with combat move set sketch next to it.
Figure 1 - Zenos thrusting his sword behind him, creating a rearward explosion
Figure 2 -Zenos cutting down a trio with a frontal dual-bladed semi-circle slash.
Figure 3 - Zenos sending a poor man to the afterlife with a simple frontal kick, swords be damned.

Then different facets of his terrible and beautiful visage.
Expressions: Glaring Zenos, passionate Zenos and malevolently smug Zenos

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Moon Woon 💛❤️💜 @ectojyunk.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

If you get locked out again, I rec wiresock (discord banned here so thats what I use)

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🍞 @mianmuu.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

G'raha and Lyna🐱🐰 #ffxiv #ffxivart

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LVL100 Paladin Kei @saintnurse.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

spoiler embargo up please let this fucking happen

panel 1: wol, shocked, while the text 'hello, friend!' appears over head
panel 2: suspiciously haurche shaped person with the text: HAHA!! I'M FUCKING GREEN!! ((bc he is haurche but green))
panel 3: airship in the sky
panel 4: my best attempt at said airship just fucking exploding after getting eaten by one of those giant fucking beast creatures

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Solaire 🔜 GATEway FATE 🐏 @solairelunaire.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

a very late fill for day 1 - key! features 7.50 MSQ spoilers and a heaping pile of yves angst :) ellipsus.com/read/7Y4SJby... #solairewrites | #ffxivwrite2026

The wound left in Zodiark's wake glowed red, like a simmering rash upon the moon's surface. The immediate threat of the voidsent seeping into the Source had long faded from Mare Lamentorum—the Warrior of Light's watch over the scarred landscape was more of a vigil over an empty casket. For each step forward Yves took, the path before him only looped back to the same fundamental question and choice.

His attempt to ask the Watcher for any further guidance from Hydaelyn had also proven fruitless. Nothing in her records spoke of a "natural rejoining," and none of the contingencies she prepared could mend the Shards anew.

"Whose will was it then, for me to use this...?"

Yves held the white and gold prism in his hand, raising it between him and the pale horizon. No warmth or energy rippled from its surface through his thick leather gloves. Were he to leap from the balcony of the Watcher's Palace and land by the edge of the shattered center of the moon, it would take nothing more than a wave of his hand to let the key plummet. A brief flicker, drowned in whatever aether or godly offal was left of Zodiark and Fandaniel's blind rage.

His eyes traced an arc down to the crater and up to the looming light of Etheirys. If putting tens of thousands of malms between him and the planet did nothing to distance him from his duties, he didn't know what else could do it. And if Halmarut and her "Winterers" spoke true, to flee to any remaining reflection would lead to the same, unerring conclusion.

Yves sat down on the pale stone tiles, his head bowed over the key. It was mute as a stick of chalk. While at the Rising Stones, he'd attempted to attune to the voice he'd heard from the device and glean further insight from it, and only received silence.

*Yours is a journey without end, conceived and guided by principle.*

The more he dwelled upon the few sentences the key had recounted to him, the further rooted to the stone floor he became. After so much of his journey spent following in Hydaelyn's vision—and drifting aimlessly in her absence—another Ancient had chosen to thrust purpose upon him.
He curled inward, tension winding its way up his spine and between his shoulders. He should be grateful. Grateful that he was granted a means to reach the Void in time, grateful for even the momentary understanding of something approximating divine, unsundered intention—
Yves heard the screech of steel against stone before realizing his body had moved at all. The pointed endcap of his spear gouged into the tile beside him, and his palm twitched around the handle. After two beats he forced his wrist to go slack. The weapon clattered to the floor.
He shut his eyes, releasing a hiss of breath. Opening his eyes only revealed the same forlorn sight: a carelessly dropped spear, and an ugly gash upon the pristine, Amaurotine building underfoot. No glowing fields of flowers or apparitions of scythes.
With that thought, the Warrior of Light seized his spear and leaned on it while rising to his feet. Each fulm of stiff muscle unfolded with an unpleasant twinge. Served him right for only caring to move when reminded of Zenos once again. Yves shoved the key into the pouch at his hip, staring aimlessly at a point far beyond Zodiark's grave and the surface of the star itself.
"Of course, should it serve to satisfy your ambitions, you are welcome to deal with the reflections as you deem fit. Like the pariah and wanderer who satisfied his own, when he brought the star to the brink of ruin to face you."
"As if there was any satisfaction to be found in his final words," Yves whispered. "No fulfillment could reach him, or Fandaniel and Hermes." His tongue was barren as the lunar surface, his voice rasping treacherously toward an emotion that was neither justified nor appropriate for the men he spoke of.

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Solaire 🔜 GATEway FATE 🐏 @solairelunaire.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

my collection thread for this year's #ffxivwrite2026 : sharing via ellipsus this time for first drafts, more polished drafts with full tagging will be posted on AO3 later when possible. let's kick perfectionism to the curb together 🤝 AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/Solair... #solairewrites