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#ffxiv Nixie
willohwitch · 6 days
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Just added some mini charms to my shop !! Final Fantasy 14 minions that are perfectly sized at 1.5 inches to take with you anywhere !! ✨
3 styles to choose from: Paissa Brat, Drippy & Soot Bunny
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idanwyn-et-al · 6 months
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There was a fair maiden/she lived all alone. (The Nixie's Tale, Part 2.)
For Eras, a geas binding the Nixie has prevented from revealing her story in full. As her current crew and friends continue to unravel this geas, the Nixie creates these crystalline memories; they are available for any to access within the ship.
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I was a magician.
This is what I remember, second. Lullabies: a babe’s first memories, dim and wordless like moss beneath the towering boughs of one’s mother. The spark of aether: a babe’s second impressions; a connection to life itself, freedom and cage in the same roving package, like one’s father. Scents of one’s first surroundings; the cleats that secure the mooring ropes of recollections, separating one from mother and father, becoming one’s own person with one’s own perspective.
Gentle, everyday gifts from the gods; the hallmark of the Age of Prayer, when I was born. They lived in everything around us: the crackling embers of the hearth; the eddies of wind that heralded weather’s changing; the thousand-thousand songs of mycelial filaments connecting plants beneath rich black soil. Too, they lived in spears of levin that rent blossomfruit trees asunder; the rustling of carrion birds picking scraps of scaled flesh from my father’s skull; the spiderwebbing cracks of ice across the waves that heralded the return of the Autumn Queen’s reavers. The shamans of my island walked closest to the gods and all their boons and burdens, but to know the gods was all of our birthrights. Yet another gift of ours that the reavers claimed as their own.
If only I had known that they were not alone in their rapacious appetites. That in comparison to the great Empire that fished me up from the sea Eras later, the Autumn Queen was no greater than a hedge witch. But even though I was a magician, the gift of clairvoyance was not bequeathed unto me, when I still walked the land to which I was born.
My final act as Himawari, the girl with cedar-green skin and sand-white scales, was to trap the Autumn Queen’s fleet within the shamans’ great undersea temple, calling upon the nixie-spirits of the river delta to aid me. The ships are still there today; suspended, half-broken, their crew members frozen for thousands of years within my song, augmented by the ice they carried in their northern blood. Because I was not a shaman, I, too, was trapped in this song of my own making; rolled within clear blue crystal like a grain of sand within an oyster’s protective pearl. I was cast away from my ancestral home and foes alike, trundled by the ocean’s currents along the seabed, the last glimmers of sunlight above receding until all that remained was the dim blue glow of my self-made prison.
I thought every thought that my mind could conjure. I clung to language; to spells; to lullabies and roving freedom and the smells of home and hearth. I tried to remain who I was; tried to remain part of the land and all its gifts, even as the great, silent beasts of the dark drifted past me, testing my crystal-pearl with teeth and tentacles. Finding it unbreakable, some carried me as an aegis; others carried me as a lure, using me to draw in half-blind creatures of darkness starving for light. Over time, I forgot my shape; I was nothing but blue crystal, born of a now-lost tribe and the spirits they shared life with. There was neither past nor future; only each moment, stretching out in blue-tinted darkness, its unbroken sameness occasionally jostled by some leviathan of the depths.
I was a magician trapped within my own threads of magic. An errant appliqué separated from the greater tapestry of the frozen reavers and their vessels, my physical form unravelling within the crystal-pearl, my flesh taking on qualities of the life that surrounded me. I hungered like they did, you see; to remain alive, despite the improbability of such a goal in crushing blackness.
One day, an unfamiliar sound scraped my crystal-pearl, harsher and sharper than teeth. I remembered a sensation I had forgotten; that of ascent. I was rising through the waters, clutched in some sort of shining claw. My crystal-pearl rotated within the claw until my eyes faced the surface, and I saw light. Impossibly-bright after the abyss, it grew nearer and nearer, partially occluded by a dark form riddled with red and blue lines of a different sort of light. I was pulled above the waves for the first time in centuries, and onto the deck of what I would later learn to be a battleship of the Allagan Empire.
They studied me, the men and women of the Empire, from outside the crystal-pearl. I was moved often, far from the sea, sometimes even into the heavens above. I could not understand how this was possible; at first, I thought these were the gods I dimly recalled from my youth, wearing elaborate robes and examining me with what I assumed to be holy relics. Once, I saw myself projected onto a screen in the middle of the air. I would not have known it was me if the tattered remnants of my colorful island robes hadn’t been floating around my… fins?! I had begun to change; to take on the physical qualities of the depths in which I’d tumbled for so long. My legs had begun to fuse into a finned tail, just like the nixies of the river; my pale scales were now the same color as my green skin; the webbing between my fingers, always present on those from my home isle, had grown larger, and each finger was tipped with squid-beak claws.
I did not know what they sought from me. After hundreds of years in the ocean’s solitude, there always seemed to be too much happening at once; my mind could not keep up. They spoke to me, sometimes; drilled tiny holes in my crystal-pearl and fed snaking tubes within them to reach me. I did not feel any pain; I had not felt anything since my own spell collided with the Autumn Queen’s protections and trapped me within my crystalline home. I did not understand the Allagan language, at first; but they kept me for so very long, and eventually I understood more than I did not. I watched some of their researchers, as I learned they were called, go from youth to old age before vanishing, replaced by a new crop. Sometimes, there were copies of the same researcher over and over again; clones, brought about in the Empire’s later years. It is difficult to recount these things now with the knowledge that hindsight brings; at the time, it felt like being in the deep sea all over again, with no concept of past nor future, only the brightly-lit chaos of each day, self-contained.
I was a magician, and now my magic was theirs. Another rapacious empire, come to claim the gifts of my birth.
Of all those who researched me, one was preeminent. I do not know what he looked like before he wore the elaborate plumed hat, the silver skull-like mask with chains for a mouth, the riotous varicolored coat. Amon, he was called, and he assured me he would give me purpose. He said I was a special being, indeed; that I would assist one Master Sari in his most holy endeavor; to lay enemy magicians to waste, that the Allagan Empire might reign forever more.
Amon gave me a voice; the voice I still bear to this day, when I am not in my own domain. It is not Himawari’s voice, I do not think; but then again, I do not remember what I originally sounded like; only that I was a musician, and a magician. Over the centuries, my crystal-pearl had absorbed the endless droning of the clipped-emotionless-mechanical voices around me; now, my voice was another in the chorus. My physical form within the crystal-pearl continued to grow and change; I knew this because the researchers became smaller, more distant, until eventually, they built walkways, each a story apart, so they could access all of me.
Master Sari took over the project. He was a magician, too; a powerful one, who had learned how to conquer what he called summoners, magicians from another isle, now under Allag’s yoke. I knew that I should be upset about this, but the grain of sand that was Himawari had not yet had time to lament this ironic twist of fate. As he settled me carefully within the center of a half-constructed ship tethered to an isle floating above the clouds, he told me of my great duty, zealous rapture enlarging his eyes. I was to bear his own summoners into battle against the remaining Meracydian insurgents. I would be a living ship’s core that could connect with each carefully-crafted soldier, tribes of summoners conscripted and corralled, their birthrights used against their former countrymen.
“It will help them to be able to refer to you by name, my dear. What is your name, exactly?” He paused, hands above the console, his self-constructed summoner’s horn pointed right at me. It was the first time any Allagan had ever asked me that question.
I was a musician, long ago. I was a magician, more recently, but still long ago. I could not remember my name, but I could remember my magicks. “Nixie”, I replied, in the voice Amon had given me; the voice for a creature molded in equal parts by the ocean’s ink-black crucible and the empire that had harnessed the sun's refulgence.
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fantasydoctoratesquad · 10 months
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been enamored with drawing Little Guys recently
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trybard · 4 months
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mug :)
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Oh, Custom Summoner Options Question pt.2:
If your WoL was raised a Sharlayan Arcanist Nerd like Urianger, with his custom Amber Carbuncle or Alphy with his thematically appropriate Moonstone and Obsidian Carbuncles, which specific gemstone would your WoL have spent way too long transforming into a pretty Carbuncle? :D
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tasirfarosh · 4 months
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Scions and their Pokemon Teams
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radigalde · 2 years
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Familiars: Master Matoya Nixie
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electrocandii · 2 years
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Drippy commission for @xxlimei on Twitter!
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aether-seawolf · 2 years
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Your FFXIV faves at the beach. Part 1/?
Alphinaud: has calculated everyone’s individual sunscreen reapply times to avoid sunburn. Gives reminders every 30 minutes. Refuses to get in water past his knees.
Gaius: says he doesn’t care if everyone drowns. Proceeds to become de facto lifeguard
Alisaie: you don’t remember beach volleyball being this competitive. It’s normally just a net over a loose sandy part of the beach. Somehow a regulation court has manifested. She has already drafted teams. This is her reputation at stake
Haurchefant: brought sunscreen. and water. and snacks. youre really glad he brought snacks. He offers to help apply the sunscreen to your back. you hear his comments about how nice your muscles are, but how did he manage to work out that tightspot under your shoulderblade while applying *sunscreen*
Yshtola: forbidden book. check. iced coffee. check. umbrella. check. strappy black bathing suit that is designed more to be looked at than swam in. check. now as long as no one notices the nixie print on the towel.
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tonkiteach · 1 year
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Ff14 coblyn slayer
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Standard = Enemy will spawn naturally without any prompt.
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home-halone · 3 years
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🌧️✨Nixie✨🌧️
I wanted to draw something else today but my brain said forget WoL stuff, today we animate Nixie
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willohwitch · 1 month
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some ffxiv minion charms ive been working on c:
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idanwyn-et-al · 2 years
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(XIV||22-8): Tepid.
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(Continued from here.) (♪)
In truth, Idanwyn was a cowardly sort.
She confessed this to her crew, and they waved it off. What sort of self-respecting crew would serve a yellow-bellied Captain? By ameliorating her admission, they sought to save their own pride and purpose.
Though she appreciated their defiance of her nature, she was tired of explaining herself. Instead, she sought to reclaim cowardice as a boon rather than a burden. Something everyone faces, and learns how to overcome.
Serving under the elders that reclaimed the Swallow’s Compass made all the sense on the star to her. They, too, were cowards; they fled when Garlemald made heresy of their faith. They, too, hid behind elemental spirits older than memory, trusting their underlings to toll the warning bells.
“Nomak samman vanan vâdâyyâ khâ!” None shall trespass the Heart of Water! Idanwyn took the Stance of Water on the Nixie’s foredeck, enjoying the solitude that early watch granted her. Here, she could invoke her kata with peace and zeal in equal measure; none to remind her that her invocations failed to reach the geomantic fields around her.
Just practice. Simply moving through the kata; feeling the flow. None will judge you.
“Nohm vâdâyyâ khattah!” All shall surrender to the flow! Idanwyn kept her balance, stepping back to the prow, ilm by ilm. Her dance spoke to something old as the star itself; invoking its well-timed blessings to move the elements to her will.
Simply practice; the tepid waters of cowardice releasing their steam to wind. Idanwyn endeavored to allow the elements to speak through her, to serve as their focus. She gave them guidance; they were the flow.
“Nomak samman vanan vâyyâbeh khâ!” None shall trespass the heart of Wind! A craven Captain who could not wield a weapon to save her life. One who feared conflict; who tried to give ease to every situation that held the slightest hint of acrimony behind its honeyed words.
“Nohm vâyyâbeh khattah!” All shall surrender to the tempest! She had words that others sought; writing worth reading. A tale that filled her ship’s sails, and carried her onward.
Idanwyn’s feet shifted back further along the bowsprit, nearing the figurehead. A carved wooden shape so worn by sea, wind, and levin that it became its own being; the Nixie, carving through whatever the sea threw Her way to find yet another shore.
“Nomak samman vanan khâvîddhi khâ!” None shall trespass the heart of Earth!
Idanwyn came to center, her feet balanced perfectly upon the bowsprit, her eyes on the crystalline core that surrounded the Nixie’s mainmast. Cowards, the pair of them; herself and Himawari. The runts of their respective clans that, when pressed, proved themselves to be so much more.
“Nohm khâvîddhi khattah!” All shall surrender to the weight!  Idanwyn bounced on the balls of her feet, feeling the seasoned wood below bend to accommodate her. She could use it as a springboard and dive into the sea below, never to be seen again. The urge nearly consumed her; seemed to speak to her from the stars strewn across the night’s velvet darkness.
She stood there, poised at the end of her kata, the final song singing to her, to leave it all behind. Half a bell passed, and the stars saw Idanwyn step back to the foredeck, depleted aether grounded within herself.
A coward she was; but she has overcome. She surrenders to the heaviness beyond the stars, and lets it pass through her; she is a conduit for the elements themselves. Idanwyn trusts that they will empower her once more, given time.
(Continued here!)
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zuriel-aluette · 3 years
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Aboard the Nixie at @idanwyn‘s Rocking on the High seas! ❤️
Was very cool seeing everyone perform!
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magical0maniac · 3 years
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Drippy N’yaneko~💕✨
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Finally built Zakuro’s magitek engine room for the Nixie!  BEHOLD THE HAMMER OF INDUSTRY AND THE FIST OF SCIENCE!
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