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papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ keep your starlight, pull your strings. 🪢
me writing dom!exarch again. fork found in kitchen.
archiveofourown.org/works/69240401
#nautwrites #ffxivfanfiction #wolgraha #wolexarch
August 15, 2025 at 12:20 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🐯 inside a saltwater room. 🐟
rujinu post-canon fix-it one shot inspired by the aquarium date concept art.
no archive warnings apply; explicit; 4.3k.
archiveofourown.org/works/66831310
#kpopdemonhunters #rujinu #nautwrites
June 23, 2025 at 6:32 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🌊 how you've haunted me so stunningly.
or: the g'ridibus fic. 18k.
⚠️‼️graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, dead dove: do not eat. 🪦🕊️
illustration by the wonderful @mochamorii.bsky.social.
archiveofourown.org/works/66318904
#nautwrites #lilith.exe
June 9, 2025 at 1:54 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
@mochamorii.bsky.social infected me with exarch/g'raha insanity. an AU in which emet drops off either CT!g'raha or a convincing clone of him on the irst, and the exarch lashes out at the only person he can--himself. #nautwrites
(i don't know if this will ever make it out of wip hell, sorry!)
April 12, 2025 at 3:30 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
locking in on the g'ridibus wip... martha i'm coming home sweetie #nautwrites
February 15, 2025 at 4:46 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🛁(in your gaze) dissolve me. ⚔️
a sequel fic to how you've haunted me so stunningly. lilith decides to die. g'raha is an expert at suicidal ideation.
⚠️ CCNTUAW; explicit; 10.2k.
archiveofourown.org/works/66994057
#nautwrites #lilith.exe
June 29, 2025 at 4:30 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
hello! I'm in a mouthwashing zine! 🔪🎂 please look forward to it! #nautwrites
deadpixelzine.bsky.social Dead Pixel: a Mouthwashing Zine || FREE TO DOWNLOAD!! @deadpixelzine.bsky.social · Aug 26
The crew welcomes papernautilus! 🎂🎉

papernautilis is a Tulpar writer! naut writes for a variety of fandoms! We're so glad to have them on board the crew! Go check them out @papernautilus.bsky.social !

#mouthwashing #fanzine
August 26, 2025 at 3:57 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
☀️ once bitten, twice sky. 🍃
a noel/oschon fic for the dearest @sundaysmermaid.bsky.social. happy starlight 💕
#nautwrites #oschon #noeloschon
archiveofourown.org/works/61720564
December 28, 2024 at 2:25 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
vi. i'm the ghost in the back of your head.⛷️
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5.4k. completed.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
January 25, 2025 at 1:13 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🖤 of a love so careworn. 🩹
⚠️7.2 spoilers. f!wol/g'raha tia one-shot.
mature; 2.4k; no archive warnings apply.
#wolgraha #ffxivfanfic #nautwrites #7.2spoilers
archiveofourown.org/works/64321960
of a love so careworn. - papernautilus - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
March 31, 2025 at 11:39 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
iv. leave it all down here. 👟
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 4.8k. healing is inevitable.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
December 26, 2024 at 6:41 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
i. future rust. 🩹
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5.2k. will try to update quickly.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
December 8, 2024 at 7:11 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🍸come on out from underneath who you were. ⛈️
⚠️ 7.2 spoilers ahead. a sphene/g'raha tia one-shot.
rated G; no archive warnings apply; 2.8k.
yes, really.
archiveofourown.org/works/64176904
#ffxivfanfic #7.2spoilers #grahasphene #nautwrites
come on out from underneath who you were. - papernautilus - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
archiveofourown.org
March 26, 2025 at 5:43 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
iii. forget the horror here. 🍰
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 4.8k. healing is not linear.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
December 19, 2024 at 7:26 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🚬 all the stars, fearlessly bright. ✨
a #mouthwashing fic on the premise if anya survived.
⚠️ rated E for graphic depictions of violence, character death, rape/non-con. please read the tags.
archiveofourown.org/works/60816304
#nautwrites
November 25, 2024 at 1:27 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
let's play a game: what's your fic author starter pack?

what are 4 fics that you'd tell people to read if they want to get to know you as a fic author? ignore kudos, simply vibe.

here's mine:

#nautwrites
March 8, 2025 at 1:38 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
v. choir of furies in your bed. 🎄
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 6.1k. a late christmas present.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
January 9, 2025 at 10:01 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
if you're hankering for ghoulcy new vegas roadtrip & just can't wait seven months for it, may i suggest whetting your appetite on a series of prompts i wrote for #ghoulcyweek this time last year!💕
archiveofourown.org/works/560581...
#ghoulcy #falloutfanfic #cooperhoward #lucymaclean #nautwrites
May 13, 2025 at 12:48 AM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ future rust, future dust.❄️
ii. future dust. ⛪
a fix-it post-canon #curlya fic.
rated M; CCNTUAW; 5k. happy friday the 13th.
archiveofourown.org/works/611786...
#mouthwashing #nautwrites
December 13, 2024 at 6:34 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
my most recent which has certainly gotten so much love but I'm just tickled I was able to write a dynamic I'd found old and tired in a fresh new way after 5 years. #wolexarch ##nautwrites
August 21, 2025 at 9:04 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
🧸 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
papernautilus.bsky.social
have a wip that I hope I'll be able to see through. wol/aymeric pre-vault religious guilt. #wolaymeric #nautwrites
Hail Fury, full of grace," Aymeric whispers as the rosary clicks through his fingers. The air in the Vault is perfumed with wood oil, incense, and ancient dust, a miasma that is as comforting and familiar as the kneeler beneath his knees. Since he was a babe, his mother and father took him to the Vault to pray, helped him flip through the thin pages of the Enchiridon, following along in their hymnals. Close your eyes. That’s a lad, just like that. No, child, you don’t have to speak. The Fury will hear you anywhere, no matter where you go. "Grant me the strength to face my enemies headlong." He counts each virtue. "Grant me the determination to see this battle through to its bloodied end." He presses his lips to his clenched palms. "Grant me the conviction to speak the truth." His shoulders heave with terrible breath. "Fury, grant me your forgiveness, for my iniquity and deceit." Ever since he was a squire, when the Fury's precepts became inviolable in his mind, Aymeric feels sin like a living weight, each terrible onze weighing inside his breast, dragging him down into the earth, further and further away from the Fury's grace. The terrible weight of him felt as if it could shatter the flagstones beneath his knees, as if his armor were leadened, pinioning him into the earth itself. When that terrible weight grew too much for him to bear, there was only one salve a virtuous man may find forgiveness—in the dark comfort of the confessional, his sins laid bare before the anonymous clergyman on the other side. In the terrible suffocating silence of the Vault, Aymeric must lay his confessions bare. He looks up into the Vault’s rose, sanguine light streaming down upon his uplifted face, to the stone bust of Halone, her winged helmet, the steely slits of her eyes, terrible and righteous. Was he guilty too of heresy, to admit he has seen the Fury’s gaze in one another woman, an unbeliever by her own admission, a heretic by the inquisition’s own decree?
August 21, 2025 at 8:52 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
✨ awake, o sleeper.
or: the rahacest fic.
explicit; 5.8k; graphic depictions of violence.
#grahatia #ffxivfanfic #nautwrites archiveofourown.org/works/64679287
awake, o sleeper. by papernautilus Fandoms:Final Fantasy XIV Explicit Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, M/M Complete Work 13 Apr 2025 Tags Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceG'raha Tia/Crystal ExarchG'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of LightG'raha Tia | Crystal ExarchKrile Baldesion (Final Fantasy XIV)Vague Female Warrior of LightSelfcestImplied/Referenced Self-HarmSelf-LoveIdentity Issuessoul meldPsychologicalPatch 6.0: Endwalker (Final Fantasy XIV)Alternate Universe - Canon DivergenceSelf-Esteem Issues Summary “What has the Tower done to you?” Raha gasps out. “What horrors have the Ancients wrought upon me?” The Exarch considers this. “A century ago I fed it my soul, and this is all that is left.” In the coalescence of souls, the Crystal Exarch lashes out at the only person he can: himself. alternatively: the Rahacest fic. “What has the Tower done to you?” Raha gasps out. “What horrors have the Ancients wrought upon me?” The Exarch considers this. “A century ago I fed it my soul, and this is all that is left.” Raha tries to wedge open the door back out into the hall, but this is his Ocular, his Tower, and no door in this place moves save for his indomitable will alone. It stands immutable, as it has for eons, and will for a myriad long after they and this entire city are both naught but dust. When the Exarch corners him, Raha tries to flee, but the Exarch mutters, “Break,” and the boy falls to the floor, moaning as his ankles are caught up in the ambient aether. The left leg, slightly weakened man years ago by a bad fall from a tree, is twisted the wrong way. The Exarch slams his heel into the joint, and Raha howls. “I refuse to believe this is what became of our wish,” he shouts, chest heaving with rage. “Master Galuf would be ashamed of what you’ve become.” “And he was not embarrassed of you? Come now, Raha.” He kneels down over him, cocking his head before none-too-gently presses his crystalline hand over Raha’s mouth. “There is a reason you were sent away from the Isle of Val. I may be old, but I daresay I recall that night just as well as you do. Master Galuf was very clear in his assessment.” Between clenched fingers, Raha chokes out, “I was—we were supposed to impress him, supposed to make a name for ourselves—!” “I built a city.” The words are hollow and cold in his chest. There is no joy in it, no pride, no glowing pleasure of a job well-done, only the muted relief of meeting yet another expectation for himself, day by ceaseless day, for centuries. “I laid as much of the masonry as any one of our stonemasons. I drafted the architectural plans myself. I saved more lives than I lost. I saved not one, but both our Shards. I raised a brilliant little girl into an inspirational young woman.” Lyna’s eyes, teary pools of lavender, ache his chest briefly.
April 13, 2025 at 10:48 PM
papernautilus.bsky.social
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
papernautilus.bsky.social
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