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starlit-seadragon · 4 months

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Joyous Starlight to you and yours~

#shirayume fugetsu #ffxiv #au ra #au ra wol #raen wol #yume wol #wol yume #wolmeric #yumeric #wol x aymeric #ser aymeric #oc tag: a bird and a fish

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keicordelle · 6 months

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A commission for @anorptron of a moment of peace for their WoL Sage and his adoptive brother Artoirel <3

My ficlet commissions are open through kofi, and if you're interested in a longer piece, send me a message and we can talk!

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The very air in the Fortemps manor seemed heavy as Sage stumbled through the familiar halls. He'd cast aside his arms and armor already, but he could feel their phantom weight upon his shoulders, dragging at him like the weariness that dragged at his bones and ate at his mind. The lush red wallpaper seemed to run like blood before his bleary eyes, the oil portraits and passing servants blurring together into a faceless mass until they could have been any one of the endless victims of the war. Wars. Somehow it seemed there was always another.

These halls that ought to have been his home seemed almost foreign after all Sage had lived through in the past year. His feet wandered without his mind's direction, carrying him through the twisting maze that should not have seemed so labyrinthine. Somewhere in here, he would find respite. Somewhere in here lay the solace to soothe the storm of turmoil that itched under his scales and roiled through his heart. It had always lain here.

He found himself before the door to Artoirel's study without quite knowing how he'd arrived there. The rich mahogany rose before him, and behind it, exactly what he had sought: a safe place, quiet and calm, where he could let down his guard. A breath slipped from him, the faintest twinge of relief stirring beneath his breast. Here he could rest.

The door pushed open easily in his hand. Beyond it, the familiar comforts of home welcomed him. He stepped in gratefully, welcoming the scent of old books and spilled ink, so far from the burnt flesh and twisted metal that had become permanently lodged in his nose. A ghost of a smell, haunting him all the way home and exorcised only by the lingering traces of his adoptive family.

Though Artoirel was absent, the whole room resonated with his presence. His books stood sentinel on their shelves, watching over Sage as they always had. Letters were folded neatly on the desk waiting for attention, Artoirel's favorite pen laid carefully to one side. The wine-dark sofa lounged nearby, quilted throw pillows with their golden tassels settled like stuffed animals over the cushions. Inviting Sage to lay his head down for once and rest.

So he did. On leaden feet, he shuffled towards the sofa. The plush fabric accepted his weight easily, the scent of Artoirel rising from its cushions to encompass him. The rounded pillow with the damaged embroidery made it into his hands and he clutched at it, curling into himself and holding it tight to his chest. His tail curled around his legs, the tip tucked beneath his chin like when he was little. He could almost imagine his brother's fingers in his hair, a soothing caress, like he was a child again and he'd had a nightmare. He prayed that when sleep claimed him, only sweet dreams would await him. And maybe when he woke up, this nightmare would be over.

Artoirel paused before the door to his study, hand reaching for a handle that wasn't where it should be. The door stood ajar, light filtering in through the crack to brighten the dim interior. Slow and quiet, he edged it open until he could see into the room, more curious than cautious.

His study looked just as he'd left it, but for the sleeping form of Sage curled up on his couch, tail tucked between his legs and his arms wrapped tight around a pillow. His face was lax in sleep, his lips parted around a quiet snore and his eyes drifting lazily behind their lids, lost to the land of dreams. He looked… peaceful. More peaceful than Artoirel had seen him in years.

The effects of the war were still clear - even in sleep they marked his body as clearly as any scar. He was still too skinny, pale skin stretched over lean muscle and sinew, the shadow of hunger hanging over him like a ghost. And there was still that tightness around his eyes that never quite seemed to leave anymore, even in sleep, like he was always waiting for the next tragedy to befall him. But here in this moment, far from the field of battle and curled around that pillow like it was a security blanket, there was an air of serenity to him. An air of peace.

Artoirel slipped through the door, shutting it gently behind him. Few needed the rest as much as Sage. If Artoirel could offer him a safe space to lay down his burdens, he was more than happy to provide. Steps soft on the carpet, he shifted over to stand before his brother. His hand stretched out almost on its own, the tips of his fingers brushing through his dusky hair.

The sharp rap of a knock on his door startled him and he flinched, his hand falling back to his side. His face twisted into a scowl. Who could possibly be here to disturb him? He turned back, careful not to wake the sleeping Au Ra as he stalked across the room and wrenched back open the door.

The sight that greeted him only made his frown deepen. The woman that awaited him was clearly not one of their staff, not with her blue livery and the Scion crest pinned to her collar. Her hand, still poised as if to knock again, fell away, and she rushed to speak, a breathless spiel Artoirel did not care to hear. "Milord, forgive my interruption but-"

Artoirel cut her off before she could explain herself. "Pray lower your voice," he hissed, and she started.

Her gaze slid past him to land on Sage, still asleep on the sofa, and this time when she spoke, her voice was softer, even if the message was no less infuriating. "There is a matter of some urgency that requires the attention of the Warrior of Light."

She'd barely gotten the words out when Artoirel cut her off again with a sharp shake of his head. His gaze was stern, unforgiving of the intrusion. "Whatever situation has arisen, I have no doubt that the Scions will have it well enough in hand without the Warrior of Light's assistance. Let him rest. Has he not earned that much, at least?"

She made to protest, but Artoirel didn't give her the chance, closing the door firmly in her face. The lock turned with a resolute click. An unmistakable message: the Warrior - no, Artoirel's brother - was not to be disturbed for so long as he rested in this study.

Casting one more fond glance at his sleeping form, Artoirel settled in at his desk to attend to his correspondence. Sage's quiet snoring drifted through his ears, a pleasant rhythm to compliment the scratching of his pen. Today, at least, the Warrior could rest. Artoirel would watch over him in his stead.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #artoirel de fortemps #wol #raen wol #writing commissions #my writing #~K

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thereeness · 8 months

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Au Ra August: Day 25 - Fashion Forward

An unfinished pic of mine from this year's Valentione event. My favorite bit? The BOOTS! Omg the boots took me forever, but I love them so much, haha.

#ffxiv #au ra august #au ra august 2023 #raen wol #au ra wol #maralina qesir #art #my art #ocs #my ocs #technically a wip

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blossomblade · 9 months

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2. Contest

Nothing spells 'contest' better than a fishing contest. Between your struggles of skill in timing the right cast or fighting pure random luck, a contest of fish has never been more grueling. Elika has only dabbled in fishing for her survival, but when her colleague Tandem offers a wager, then she may get competitive.

A big thanks to @primamchorus for allowing me to use their character.

#auraugust2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #au ra #raen wol #oc: elika #other's oc: tandem #ffxiv gpose #gposers #ffxiv screenshots

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raeya-astros · 10 months

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When you dream and I'm awake

#raen wol #raen #au ra #ffxiv au ra #ff14 ffxiv #ff xiv #ffxiv rp #ffxiv #ff14 gpose

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shannonmayart · 1 year

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First Male Au'ra drawing - what even are scales? It was a fun draw, though!

Want something like this? My portrait commissions are open over on Ko-Fi, or just pop me a message! https://ko-fi.com/shannonmay/commissions

#raen wol #ffxiv raen #ffxiv art #digital art #art commissions #open commissions #portrait #au'ra wol #au'ra raen #ff14 #ffxiv

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starlit-seadragon · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2: Bark

The bark was rough and dry beneath her skin.

The Auri girl looked up from the tree trunk to the branches above and watched the leaves dance in the wind. A curious place, the surface was. Everything was so dry, so bright, so firm. And tall. Things had been tall in the sea, too, but not like this. In the sea, the water held the weight of things and danced with them. Here, the air pushed through objects, heedless of their frame or form. Where the sea had been in all things, on the surface, the wind and wood were separate. She ran her hand over the bark once more. If such a tree had grown beneath the waves, would it remain as unyielding, or would it sway like the forests of kelp? What force held it upright beyond its own will? And if everything under the sky was of itself and its own will, then what did that make her? She had always belonged to her people. To the sea.

"Izumi?" she heard Grandmother's voice call in the distance. It was not her name, but she answered to it anyway.

With fingertips still buzzing from the texture of the bark, the girl turned from the tree and walked back towards Grandmother's hut.

"Where have you been this morning, hm?" asked Grandmother with a toothy grin.

The girl did not answer aloud; in the time she had spent on the surface, she never had. Instead, she looked over her shoulder, eyes on the treeline. Grandmother followed her line of sight, but whether or not she understood was unclear. She smiled regardless.

“The trees may have as many secrets as you do, Izumi. Kami keep you both.”

The girl kept her eyes on the wood.

Izumi. "From the sea." It was as good a name as any. She could not give hers; she could not give any word, written or spoken. She could only watch the waves crash on the shore, feel the spray of mist on her skin, and wonder if she made the right choice.

She had separated from the sea. If aught remained of her, only time would tell.

#ffxiv write #shirayume fugetsu #au ra wol #raen wol #origin story #writing prompt #yes I'm super behind :D #we gonna do our best #au ra #yume wol #ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #short fiction

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blossomblade · 9 months

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Nothing beats completing multiple challenges with friends, and nothing was more challenging and rewarding than clearing Heaven on High with these two.

There were many more times that we completed this challenge, but these are the best photos I have. Thank you to @primamchorus, @paintedscales, and @frazzleddazzle for their lovely characters.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #au ra #raen wol #ocs #oc: elika #other ppls ocs #other's oc: primam #other's oc: li'ren #other's oc: nomin #ffxiv gpose #gposers #ffxiv screenshots

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blossomblade · 9 months

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New outfit and my new favorite gunblade.

#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #au ra #raen wol #oc: elika #oc #my ocs #original character #ffxiv gpose #gposers #ffxiv screenshots

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blossomblade · 9 months

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Home

As much as Elika does not mind venturing out into the wilderness and spending weeks at a time camping in minimal equipment while tracking a monster down for a local village... Nothing feels better than waking up in your own bed, and enjoying a fresh cup of coffee in the morning.

#auraugust2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #au ra #raen wol #oc: elika #oc #my ocs #original character #ffxiv gpose #gposers #ffxiv screenshots

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blossomblade · 9 months

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