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wondroustailsofffxiv · 6 months

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There is a re-occurring quest of sorts in Final Fantasy XIV called ‘Wondrous Tails’, and it is given to you in Idyllshire by a young Miqo’te named Khloe Aliapoh. Specifically, she gives you an empty journal and asks you to write down the stories of your past and future adventures so that she can share them with everyone she meets!

By re-completing past content, you can earn stickers in order to make lines across a card in a style similar to bingo, with each finished line netting all sorts of prizes once the journal is turned in. In much the same way, ‘Wondrous Tails of FFXIV’ is a multi-month event that utilizes a prompt-filled bingo card format in order to encourage participants to tell the stories in an environment with minimal restrictions and maximum possibilities.

This event is open to both visual and written media, and anyone that participates with at least one valid entry is entered for a raffle that takes place after the end of the event. However, participants do not need to worry about raffle entries or its few restrictions if all they'd like to do is take part and have fun!

> The next iteration of Wondrous Tails of FFXIV will start on March 15th and end on June 15th! <

For more information about the event, start/end dates and whatnot, please check out the links found below!

#wondrous tails of ffxiv #modsukispeaks #wondrous tails event #wondrous tails 2024 #wondroustailsofffxiv #ffxiv

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ubejamjar · 28 days

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Wondrous Tails • Nine • Conflict

"Get up friend, we yet have need of you !"

-> My Wondrous Tails card <-

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tallbluelady · 19 days

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On the morn after the Scions returned from the First...

"Good Morrow, everyone!"

"!!!"

"... pray don't tell Tataru yet..."

(Featuring @abyssalmermaiden's Aryaille who kept everyone safe on the Source!)

#need a screenshot tag #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #aether and anatomy #aryaille nox #wondrous tails 2024 #prompt: spooning #me and aria realized we needed to add some levity to our blorbos #and i thought this scene would be cute for blorboverse #this is followed by the parks and rec meme of 'how long have you been sleeping with urianger?'

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irisopranta · 1 month

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The Iris and The Edelweiss

“An edelweiss? Quite an usual flower to have there.” Iris mentioned it to the young Haillenarte in front of her. Iris wasn’t quite sure what to make of him. Haurchefant had inform her that he was quite a gentle one for one that had great standing the Ishgardian High Houses. It was at his insistence that he wanted Iris to get to know Lord Francel.

Luckily, he was receiving a parcel at the camp. She just so happened to catch him as her was looking over the contents. The edelweiss was in already in his hand. He was quite confused as to why a stranger would strike up a conversation with him. He nodded to her, “Mayhaps, However it is a gift from my mother. She always loved edelweiss.” He looked at the woman before him. “I assumed you needed to speak to me?”

Iris nodded. “Lord Haurchfant thought it would be a good idea for me to meet you.” She held out her hand “I’m Iris, a pleasure to meet you.” The young lord took her hand to shake. As he did she couldn’t help herself to her glances to the edelweiss. “You know, if she is sending you something like that, she must be telling you to be strong for whats ahead.”

“You feeling alright there dear?” the graceful elezen before her showed a bit of concern on her face “Would you like to lay down instead of playing me in another match?”

“Oh, I’m quite fine Lady Estelle. I was just thinking back on something in my past.” She looked at the chess board before her. It seemed that Estelle took the liberty to set it back for a new match. No matter how much Iris play against her, she can never win against her lady. She can’t even think she ever saw anyone win a match against. Stephanivien might have gotten close but Iris isn’t all that surprise. After all, She probably taught her son a trick or two through out the years.

Iris has come to known Lady Estelle de Haillenarte these last few moons. Every since she got engaged to her son she seemed interested to learning more about her new daughter. Before then, she had only caught glimpse of the lady of the house every now and then. She always seemed to have a face of grief whenever she was about the manor.

“Well if you are quite fine then let’s proceed. I still have to teach you a thing about strategy if you are to become the next Countess Haillenarte.” A smirk crossed Estelle’s face. The countess seemed amused by this all. Rather if it’s because she was showing off to Iris her skills or she just was enjoying the time the two were having. Iris didn’t mind.

“Though I have to ask, why edelweiss? It’s an unusual flower to like?”

“Now wouldn’t you like to know.”

#wondrous tails 2024 #wondroustailsofffxiv #wondrous tails of ffxiv #oc: iris opranta #ffxiv #dealing with In-laws

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pumpkinmagekupo · 23 days

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Wondrous tails: Insomnia

Mizuki opened her eyes, her room was dark. She laid there a moment before realising she couldn’t move even the simple act of blinking was a laborious task. A sudden sense of dread washed over her. Something was in the room with her. A weight pressed down at the edge of her bed and it slowly crawled over her. Mizuki tried to move but she couldn’t.

And then it came into view. There was a voidless face hovering above her. Mizuki could do naught but stare into the void. The thing seized her arms and gripped it so tightly, Mizuki wanted to scream out in pain but no sound came out. A pair of crystal white eyes appeared in the void.

Wake up..wake up…wake up!

She fell off the bed onto the cold tile floor. Very awake and in control of her body. She checked herself over for injuries, several dark bruises had formed on the tops of her arms.

I didn’t imagine it..

But then she knew what it was.

Mizuki didn’t sleep that night or the night after that…or for the rest of the week.

And then the waking nightmares started.

She was in class, taking notes. Glancing between the board and her notes, a shadow appeared behind Vauquelin constantly following him and then it turned to Mizuki.

Taking a sharp breath, Mizuki tried her best to avoid looking at the shadow.

Just my imagination.

She tried to keep her eyes averted for as long as possible but as she glanced up, she was met with darkness. Her body went ice cold, Mizuki quickly looked back at her notes. The shadow grabbed the horn that was still growing back and yanked Mizuki to her feet.

Looks..ugly..Let me help you.

The voidless face grew one horn and another the opposite side Mizuki had lost, it grew slowly and curled around its face.

The pain that coursed through her face was unbearable.

-

“Mizuki? Is everything alright?” Vauquelin asked, noticing Mizuki had risen from her seat, “Mizuki?” she simply stared into the distance. Her head began to twitch moments before a sickening crunching sound echoed around the room as a new horn burst forth from the stump that was left after a recent accident.

Katsuhiro cried out in alarm and covered his own horns “It’s not supposed to sound like that…or do that!”

Mizuki slumped into her chair and her head hit the desk full force with a hollow thud. Vauquelin hurried over to her “Mizuki?” he called, as he reached to touch her shoulder, Mizuki sat upright, blood dripping down her face.

“Professor?” she looked up at him almost unaware of her injuries “Is something wrong?”

“You need to go straight to the infirmary. You’re bleeding-”

She touched her face. “Sorry for the inconvenience.” she mumbled, gathering her things and hurried out, stumbling into the wall on her way out.

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Of course she didn’t head to the infirmary, she headed to noumenon and hoped reading would keep herself focused but she was quickly sat down by one of the librarians who was a scholar. She healed the cut on Mizuki’s forehead and ushered her out, telling her to go home.

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Shiori found Mizuki standing out in the rain, soaked to the bone staring out into the distance. “Mizuki?” He called again. She slowly turned to him and for a moment he saw something else, something that wore Mizuki’s face but had several crooked horns curling around her face. He blinked and she was gone.

-

Mizuki's strange behaviour suddenly stopped a few days later and she never acknowledged anything was wrong. "I was having trouble sleeping" and that was all she said.

Bingo Card

#ramblings of a pumpkin #oc: mizuki #wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondrous tails 2024 #insomia #long post

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otherworldseekers · 15 days

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Wondrous Tails: First "I Love You"

Takes place during ShB, before going to the Tempest.

Dear Nero,

I miss you. If I call your name three times would you magically appear before me, like in tales? Nero. Nero. Nero. It didn’t work. Of course I didn’t expect it to, but it would have been nice. Have I ever told you how much I like the sound of your name? Because Nero means you. Because when I say those two simply sounds, you always turn to me with a smile. I wish I could see it now. Your smile always cheers me.

Things aren’t going so well here. This may be the last letter I ever write you. So I want to tell you something I should have told you before. But I was afraid. Now I’ve got bigger things to be afraid of and my feelings don’t seem so scary.

I hope you know it already. I hope it was as obvious to you as it wasn’t to me. And I wish I didn’t have to tell you like this. I wish we were lying in bed together with your arm tucked between my neck and my horn and your other arm wrapped around my waist and my cheek pressed against your chest and our legs twined together and talking about something silly and laughing together. And then my heart would feel so full, the way it always does. Before I wasn’t sure what to call that feeling, but I know now without a doubt.

I love you, Nero. I love you.

I think I’ve loved you for a long time. Though when exactly it began I can’t say. Was it your gentle touch the first night we made love that sparked this feeling? Was it the way you cared for my wounds or the way you held nothing back when we sparred? Was it the night you comforted me when no one else knew how much I was hurting? Was it because you rescued me from Shinryu? Or did it really begin that night at the Saucer, when you kissed me and made me feel for the first time how truly lonely I was?

No. As unlikely as it seems, I think the truth is that a part of me knew right away. When you smiled at me outside Syrcus Tower and set my pulse pounding. Part of me knew that you were going to be the one. That nothing would ever quite be right until we were together. It made me so angry.

So why won’t the world stop tearing us apart? I want to come home to you. I want to eat more of your cooking and learn more about magitek and dance and explore new places with you. I’ve never wanted to lay down my title and just be your Severia as much as I do right now. But my options have run out and I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.

The most important thing is not to let the Ascians win. For the sake of this world and our own. I’ve already seen one of the possible futures that comes from this calamity. It was terrible. And things have changed since that future was created. I don’t know what would happen now if I…

So mostly for your sake, Nero, I won’t give up. I’ll fight til the end. And I’ll return to you if I can. But if I don’t… Know that I loved you.

Yours forever,

Severia

#Severia x NEro #WoLNero #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #Shadowbringers #my writing #wondrous tails 2024

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floweramongstthecold · 1 month

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Fantasia

Okay sooooo at first I wanted to do this for Hachi to turn her back into a Lala but I don't have enough Fantasia. So then my brain went, what if Ilar was an Au Ra?

Befooree and after the Fantasia. I unno, he looks okay to me as an Au Ra. Sexier as a bnnuy but that's me being biased I think.

I'm pretty sure he's not gonna stay like that though, I'm bout to turn him right back into a Viera. XD Buutt what do you guys think? Do you think he looks better as a Viera or an Au Ra?

#ff14 oc #ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv gpose #wondrous tails 2024 #ilar talomere

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improvised-finish · 30 days

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Wondrous Tails - Stack Marker "Lighter Party"

My first fic for Wondrous Tails this year is finally done! The prompt was "Stack Marker", and I wrote a bit of the final boss fight from the post-Endwalker dungeon Alzadaal's Legacy with Lehon'a and her former-Scion companions getting into a bit of a sticky situation. I had fun putting it together, and hopefully I'll have more coming soon!

You can either keep reading below, or check it out on AO3!

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They’d made it this far into Alzadaal’s treasure vault without much issue. To be fair, they had met with some resistance, but the thoughts of what might await them at the bottom had kept them pushing forward. As they stood on the precipice of the deepest room in the vault, Lehon'a looked to her party, gauging everyone's readiness.

“Still with me?” she asked, the smile on her face covering up some of the exhaustion in her voice.

“Absolutely,” G’raha replied, brandishing his sword and shield of light with determination flashing in his eyes. Even though he had his fair share of cuts and scrapes, it was clear to Lehon’a how much being on an adventure with her meant to him.

Urianger followed suit with a nod, though Lehon'a noticed he seemed to be breathing a bit heavier than the others.

“Are you?” Y'shtola asked with a wry smile, trying to add a bit of levity to the situation. Lehon'a knew she was pretty quick to drop the snark when things got serious, so she took it as a good sign.

“Never been better,” Lehon’a replied, hoping the exaggeration would come off as humorous rather than the half truth it was.

And with that, they charged into the final chamber, where a guardian fashioned of metal and cloth awaited them. G’raha rushed ahead, holding the automaton’s attention while Lehon’a and the two mages peppered it with attacks from afar. Even though they were keeping up the assault and successfully dodging its first few attacks, Lehon’a could tell that they were all a bit haggard. She wasn’t sure if it was just the residual fatigue from their recent journey to the edge of the universe, or the physical toll of the earlier combat encounters that day, or even their long journey to the vault itself, but she didn’t feel as sharp as she usually did, and she could only guess the others felt similarly. It was no matter, everything seemed to be going as expected.

In the blink of an eye, that had all changed. Their foe had thrown out a ribbon attack at each of them, and all four were equally caught off guard as the cloth wrapped them up and dragged them to the front of the room. The makeshift arena they fought in was surrounded by spikes that jutted up from the floor, and with what little time she had to look around before being yanked forward, Lehon’a noticed additional spikes protruding from the tiles in the middle of the room, too.

Just as soon as they had been pulled close, the guardian had yanked the ribbons loose, sending each of them into a violent spin in a different direction. As Lehon’a tried her best to steady herself and avoid the spiked hazards that littered the room, she noticed that Urianger had gone off course and was headed straight for them.

“Urianger, look out!” she yelled, but to no avail. His foot caught one of the spikes and he immediately fell over, narrowly avoiding getting impaled, but hardly looking unscathed. Lehon’a could see some blurry red streaks as she whirled around, and guessed that he’d probably gotten at least a couple nasty gashes, if not worse. Regardless, it didn’t seem like he’d be back on his feet anytime soon, so she knew it was up to the three of them to finish this thing off before it finished them.

Once he regained his footing, G’raha immediately jumped back into the fray. He moved quickly to intercept their foe before it could get any closer to anyone else, especially Urianger, who was still hunched over on the ground. Y’shtola, hoping that the automaton would remain stationary for a time, called forth a ley line where she stood, and Lehon’a began a simple two-step dance sequence, aiming to increase the potency of Y’shtola’s upcoming barrage of magic attacks. As she completed the steps to her dance, she noticed the boss winding up an overhead strike, aimed squarely at G’raha.

“Shield up, Raha!” Lehon'a yelled, hoping she wasn’t too late.

“Right you are, my friend!” he replied, raising his shield and expending no small amount of aether to create a barrier around himself in the brief instant before the giant weapon came crashing down. It took a moment for the dust kicked up by the impact to settle, but when it did, G’raha stood in the middle of it, looking no worse for wear.

The magical light that had surrounded him began to fade as the giant automaton turned its focus away from G’raha. Lehon’a’s instincts told her this was going to be an even bigger attack than the last, and she quickly deduced its target from the direction it now faced: Y’shtola.

“Everyone to me, now!” Y’shtola shouted, as if she were reading Lehon’a’s thoughts. Lehon’a immediately broke into a sprint and dashed towards Y’shtola, spending some extra aether to cover more ground with a flourish. G’raha immediately followed suit, turning and running towards Y’shtola’s ley line. He slid to a stop right on the edge of the circle closest to their foe and firmly planted his sword into the ground, raising his shield. As brilliant wings of light emerged from it to surround the three of them, Lehon’a performed the steps to a samba, layering an additional barrier of magic onto the group. She only hoped it would be enough as they braced for the impact.

The attack hit: a large magical blast emanating from the floor beneath them. It knocked them around and kicked up yet more dust, but the three of them managed to stay on their feet. Lehon’a looked towards Y’shtola and took her free hand, briefly spinning her in the style of a waltz to heal both the two of them and G’raha at once. This wasn’t the first time she’d done it, but Lehon’a could’ve sworn that this time she saw a slight blush in Y’shtola’s cheeks. As she glanced over to G’raha to make sure he was okay, she noticed he also seemed to be a bit more flushed than usual. That will have to be a conversation for later, she thought to herself.

“Let’s finish this!” Lehon’a yelled, rallying her friends for a final salvo as she began a more elaborate dance combination that would give them the firepower they needed. Y’shtola took the opportunity to begin focusing on a large fire spell, while G’raha lunged back towards the guardian with sword drawn. Between the wave of energy generated by Lehon’a’s dance, the violent explosions of Y’shtola’s black magic, and G’raha’s brutal sword strikes, the automaton stood no chance. With one final slash, it fell to the ground with a resounding thud, defeated.

As the adrenaline from the fight began to wear off, Lehon’a sudden found herself feeling especially exhausted. She and her comrades staggered over to where Urianger was sitting, and joined him on the floor.

Lehon’a looked around at her party; Y’shtola helping to take care of Urianger’s wounds with white magic, and G’raha grinning ear to ear, clearly still riding the high of the thrilling battle. They all shared a knowing glance, and then everyone began laughing, overcome with the joy of camaraderie and the relief at a tense and hard-fought victory.

I really couldn’t have asked for a better group than this, Lehon’a thought to herself, a smile growing across her face.

#my writing #ffxiv #lehon'a nhavareh #ffxiv oc #warrior of light #g'raha tia #y'shtola rhul #urianger augurelt #alzadaal's legacy #wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondrous tails 2024

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darthsuki · 2 months

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Hi quick question for Wonderous Tails!

Do I pick any prompts that I want and put them into the bingo card? Just want to make sure I am clear before I get to creating!

Yup! You pick whatever prompts you want and build your bingo card how you like c:

The first year of the event had pre-made bingo cards, but it wound up being a hindrance than anything since often times people would have squicks or triggers that needed to be avoided — since then you get to create your own, which is more fun anyway for a lot of people!

#sukianswers #wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondrous tails 2024

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redmoonwanderer · 17 days

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Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2024 Prompt: Drinking

The Far-Eastern village is quite humble: dirt roads that lead up and down the mountainous region, from door to door of the simple wooden buildings with thatched roofs. People here are living their day-to-day lives like they probably always have, and Alisaie nearly makes the mistake of thinking that maybe the Empire had left this one place be, found it a little too humble to be of any interest or threat to them.

It’s Alphinaud who points at a local tavern, saying, “Imperials.” And sure enough, outside it, not bothering the locals but just talking amongst themselves, clearly having had more that enough drinks going by the volume of their voices and the swinging in their postures. None of the locals seem to pay much mind to them, and maybe they are locals, too, or were once upon a time. Their dark garbs are decidedly Imperial, but the au ra drops in a few words that sound like something she’s heard in the Steppe, and one of the hyur, far eastern by features alone, waves his hand in greeting at two ladies around his age as they walk past, and they wave back.

“I don’t think they’ll be much trouble,” Alisaie says and is ready to move on because they have a long road ahead of them and she would like to reach their destination by nightfall, which is only a few hours away. Maybe they could find themselves falcons to fly them there and save some time?

That’s when another individual in those dark garbs stumbles out, leaning heavily on the doorframe and stopping for a moment to… gather himself? To stop the world from swinging like is its wont when you’ve had too many drinks.

He steps forward, past his companions who don’t seem to pay any attention to their friend who should probably have someone to walk (or carry) his drunk behind to wherever he was going to spend his night.

Alphinaud watches with furrowed brow, and Alisaie knows worry when she sees it: reading her brother is like reading a book written for children, after all. “You’re not worried, are you? He’ll be fine.”

Her brother doesn’t even glance at her, and she looks back at the stranger who’s now trying to find his feet to stumble to his left and towards the side of the building.

He actually… doesn’t look too good, she realises. They’re not too far from the building sitting at the edge of a small drop, and she worries, if only briefly, that he might stumble down the few fulms onto the road below.

“I think we should –” Alphinaud begins but stops when the stranger, now behind the corner and thus out of the view of his allies but not of the twins, falls down on his knees, leaning on his hands and heaving.

Alphinaud doesn’t hesitate one moment to rush over, and Alisaie has no choice but to run after him in case the man with red hair and Imperial uniform and a no doubt sharp katana decides that he is in dire need of a drunk fight and his brother would make the perfect opponent.

She’s nearly there when she realises that she might recognise this man he thought of as a stranger. She’s never met him, sure, but a miqo’te with red hair and – now that she’s closer she sees – just one eye, there are two who’ve mentioned someone fitting the description. Maybe he’s paler and shakier than she’s imagined the man to be, but otherwise, she can see the similarities of the person they’d been told about.

By Haurchefant when he told them about a man who seemed to possess the Echo, and much the same way their Warrior of Light, too. And Thancred, when he told them about the man he’d met in Hingashi, whose Echo yet again presented the same way as that of the Warrior, briefly knocking him out as he had some vision or another upon seeing Thancred.

It could be a coincidence, Alisaie reasons, but only until the moment Alphinaud kneels next to the man.

The stranger waves his hand to make him go away, then lifts his eyes, meeting Alphinaud’s, and –

Well, either he passed out because the alcohol finally got to him, or he just received a fancy little vision, probably some great shame of Alphinaud’s for all she knows. One of the many, anyway.

Alphinaud has grabbed the man by his shoulders to prevent him from hitting the dirt, and sets his back against the tavern, looking him over.

“Poison,” he says after a few seconds as the man in front of him begins to come to, placing a hand on his temple as if it’s throbbing, shaking his head as if to clear his vision.

Alisaie walks closer but doesn’t kneel, just looks as the man blinks, then looks at Alphinaud, then at her. He makes hand signs – something Thancred mentioned, she remembers – but neither can read them.

He seems to understand he’s not understood and waves his hand to shoo them away – that she can read no problem.

“Please,” Alphinaud says, “let us help you. You’re in no shape to wander out here alone.”

Alisaie wants to say, “He’s an Imperial!” or, “The only poison in his veins is alcohol, he’ll be fine,” but she knows it doesn’t matter to her brother because he’s idealistic still, and sees a stranger who needs help, not an enemy ready to stab him when he looks away. So, she keeps quiet and watches.

The stranger shakes his head. The ‘I’m fine,’ is easy enough to read from his lips, but it convinces neither twin. “You are not fine,” Alphinaud says. “I do not know exactly what poison flows in your veins, but I know it is potent. Perhaps because whoever gave it to you knows less wouldn’t work…”

Something about Alphinaud’s words seem to shake the man, maybe remind him of something, because he stills for a second, then looks at the ground, shoulders slumping like someone just took all that matters to him in the world away.

She wonders what that’s about, but she feels they will not be getting answers to that any time soon.

The stranger pushes Alphinaud, not too harshly but enough to make him stumble on his kneeled position, and gets up. He can’t stand up straight, but still tries to walk past the twins like the matter was settled.

Alphinaud disagrees with that notion and walks right in front of the man. He stops, looks up at him, breath heavy, and then goes on to take another step only to fall again, if not for the two elezen catching him.

Only one look at Alphinaud and Alisaie knows that tonight, they’ll be spending in this small village in the middle of the nowhere to help some Imperial that might or might not be the man they’ve already heard about.

Well, she supposes it could’ve been a lot worse, so she just sighs, takes a better hold of the stranger and follows her brother’s lead.

#wondroustailsofffxiv #wondrous tails 2024 #Conscript AU #writing tag #The original idea was from Qhol'a's pov and would've included how he got poisoned in the first place #but I realised I want to save that for the long story #so I changed the pov #but I will let you know that Qhol'a will be a little awkward afterwards #because the twins are not the first scions he meets when they come to his aid :'D #he hopes it won't become a tradition

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meracydia-miqo · 20 days

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wondrous tails - ultima thule

Standing there felt something akin to a dream.

If she thought too much, she would spiral. Of all that had occurred and could yet occur. The crystalline pathways crept up through dark abyss like a web, veins leading up to the great sphere above. Her footsteps echoed, yet also did not. Somehow, she felt she could still hear his voice, a melody, something on the wind holding together the disconnected labyrinth of everywhere and nowhere that was Ultima Thule.

The air was warm, like a comfortable embrace, holding her and easing her onward. If she kept walking, she would make it out, right? If she kept moving forward, she would wake up at the end of the day and it would all be over; the skies would be blue and the birds would be back in the trees, and the nagging feeling of what might be happening elsewhere would die down and all would be safe. So long as she didn’t think.

If someone asked, she swore she could see figures. Hear their voices, words and speeches spoken to her by so many people over so many moons, both living and dead. But what was the difference in a place like this? A land, a domain ruled entirely by dynamis, hopes and dreams quite literally shaping the landscape around her. Were the stars in the sky real, or some figment of her own desires? The swirling blues and purples and great gaping voids of black and red littering the skies above—if such terms held any meaning in a place like this.

She could no longer tell what was real and what was fiction, but that too seemed to lose distinction. A staircase provided a pathway upwards, but she could not think of what it really was. A refraction of light, rainbows reflecting on the smooth surface every ilm she walked, every yalm stretching out to feel like a malm. The total distance of all that she had traveled since her journey first began all coming back to her, in every sense but physical. Was she walking to the past, or the future? What really awaited her up there?

She couldn’t falter. One foot in front of the other, silent as the days she stalked the woods searching for prey, food to provide for her family and to allow them to live for another day. It was not so different, perhaps. The weight was heavy on her shoulders, but there would be an end. She only had to keep moving forward, and not look back.

She could not touch anything. Would not touch, in fear it would remind her of the potential reality of it all. That anything she had witnessed already had actually happened, and wasn’t reversible. It was a thought she couldn’t bear to imagine, and so she clung to the ideal, a fantasy of her own making.

Thancred wasn’t gone. He was there, watching, listening, as he always did over Minfilia. Those days that he would watch on from a corner as she talked to her, comforted her, loved her, before it all fell apart. The years he watched over Ryne, and guided and raised her as best he could. He wouldn't stop now.

Estinien was somewhere. Even if he couldn’t be seen, he was always there, high up on a building or around a corner, leaning against a wall. He knew that, she was certain, that there was nowhere he could hide that Tataru and Krile couldn’t drag him out of when he was needed. He would return.

Y’shtola frequented trips to the aetherial sea, for better or for worse, and she always came back. Amassing boundless knowledge and theories of the world and beyond, and no doubt was still doing the same this very moment. No lack of anything would stop her.

Urianger, too, never truly left. Be it hiding away in the shadow of his cloak, or away with the pixies and dreaming up the blanket of stars that he never once truly saw in the eternal light of the First until she finally arrived, three long years later. Mayhap even now, he was amongst the stars shining the way forward, guiding from the shadows as he always had.

G’raha held a silent vigil. Sealed away where she could not see, but always there, waiting, watching, and ready to reach out a hand as soon as she needed one, and sometimes even when she didn’t. He’d come back. He’d return, when she needed him most…right? They had made a promise.

Ahki shut her eyes, fists clenching as she took a deep breath. She couldn’t cry, not now, not here, not in this dreamlike moment that made every thought real, an elpis flower bigger than life itself.

Alphinaud, Alisaie… They’d been there since the beginning, since the memory of that day on the ship, whenever or wherever that had truly occurred. The younger siblings she could look out for, that could ground her, in the lack of her true family. Who was she without them, really?

Who was she without any of them?

What was left for her, in an end when they’re all gone? At the climax of a second lifetime, of her adventures long and hard across Eorzea and the three great continents. Was it all just a play, a performance put on by Amon, the Allagans controlling their every move like the horror stories she’d been raised on?

But she could still move forward.

She wasn’t alone. They were all still there, somewhere, even if she couldn’t see them. Hiding, like in an imperceptible darkness through which not even her keen eyes could discern. G’raha was still there. He had to be. He had waited a century to see her face again, even long before she had given him the time of day, and she couldn’t—wouldn’t—give up, so long as there was a chance he could stand by her side again. To relive adventures in a much more positive light, and to see the world and to truly experience it, properly, with somebody by her side.

She had always thought of herself as the moon, the pale figure dancing silent in the night, shining when she thought she couldn’t, and providing light to everyone around her. And if she were the moon, then to her, G’raha was the sun, with bright eyes seeing the good in herself and everything else.

And yet in her hand it lay, as she reached the end of her climb, and came to a stop on an empty isle of little more than dirt and mud. Azem’s crystal, the symbol of the sun glistening bright on its amber surface. Maybe she was the moon, but it was the sun that allowed it to shine. A reflection of an ancient past, of those who had once lived, and yet remained as memories. Powers, and abilities, that were contained in the crystal perhaps as much as they remained in her. The ability to call allies to her, no matter how distant.

Ahki lifted the crystal to her chest, closed her eyes, and prayed.

#being brave and sharing some of my writing here #because I wanted to join in with #wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondrous tails 2024 #ffxiv #ahki

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wondroustailsofffxiv · 2 months

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Picker Wheel Prompt Links

Due to the awesomeness of @nijohirjesyho and @dholwrites, there are now pre-filled picker wheels to help add a little randomness to picking your prompts for the bingo sheets!

Please keep in mind these are not required, prompts can still be chosen freely to use by themselves or towards a completed bingo card. These are just to add a little extra fun and randomness for those who are interested!

And remember: you can grab your prompts and ready your bingo card now, but the event doesn't start until March 15th at midnight CST!

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ubejamjar · 1 month

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┊ Wondrous Tails ┊ One ┊ Teaching Each Other

The sword does not sing for her, the stars do not speak to him. It is a cycle of try and fail, try and fail, try and fail. Still they persist, sharing these pieces of themselves with each other, for it is not skill they seek, but the simple pleasure of time spent with someone who feels like home.

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tallbluelady · 1 month

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"This is a dream..."

"Then it is a good one."

#wondrous tails 2024 #i need a screenshot tag #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #aether and anatomy #yeah this is that one aragon/arwen kiss #it was floating around my dash #and i specifically put it in my queue so i would try and remember to pose it myself #his hand ended up being hard to pose but i did it to my satisfaction at least so yay

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windupeydis · 27 days

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@wondroustailsofffxiv - slow dancing

From the docks there came the sound of revelry. Shouts, music, laughter -- a song of joy borne across the Lavender Beds on a warm, summer breeze. On these nights the community came together for no greater reason than to simply live in one another's presence. After the harrowing events of the final days, it was the least they deserved.

But atop the hill, two stood alone. Wrapped in each other's arms, they swayed gently on the deck they had built together, at the home they had raised themselves. It was their sweat that had watered the garden, their fingers that had blistered against the wood. All they called theirs in the world, they had brought into existence with their own two hands.

And there was nothing they held onto more tightly than each other.

#wondrous tails 2024 #wondrous tails of ffxiv #ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #gposers #warrior of light #oc: eydis ljanta #ship: eydyore #This was my first time trying Brio :')

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pumpkinmagekupo · 1 month

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Wondrous tails: Shipping/ Bandaging wounds

Thordan was defeated and Midgardsormr flew Mizuki back to Ishgard. Aymeric and Edmont were there to greet her.

Edmont brushed a strand of hair from Mizuki’s face “you look tired, you need some rest.”

Mizuki smiled tiredly “I think that sounds like a good idea.”

Aymeric cleared his throat “then perhaps…you would like to rest at my home?” Mizuki and Edmont both looked at Aymeric in shock. Aymeric’s ears were bright red and it wasn’t from the cold.

“If I am not imposing.. And I would need to fetch some things from home,” Mizuki said, pulling the brim of her hat down to hide her own flushed cheeks. It would be the first time she stayed at Aymeric’s.

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Aymeric was excited to have Mizuki stay. They hadn’t had much time to themselves since the beginning of their very stealthy relationship. He made sure everything was in order for her arrival.

“My lord, Miss Mizuki has arrived.” the steward said, bringing Aymeric out of his fifth time of fluffing the pillows. He smoothed his jacket as he hurried down the corridor and a bright smile washed over his face as Mizuki came into view.

She bowed as she spotted him “Thank you for having me. Sorry I took so long-”

“I invited you so suddenly..” Aymeric replied, “Please, come in. Sit. I shall make some tea-”

“My lord, let me sort that.” the steward interjected “it is your job to entertain your guest.” he added with a soft smile. Aymeric’s shoulders slumped in mild embarrassment. He was so anxious about Mizuki staying the night.

They sat by the fire and chatted. Aymeric noticed Mizuki sat up straight and didn’t look comfortable. Did she not wish to come-

“Mizuki..if you are not comfortable staying-”

“No! I mean-” Mizuki sighed and fiddled with the cuff of her jacket “I’m sorry.. I just..I have a few wounds-”

Aymeric’s face went red “I am so sorry! I did not even think of-”

Mizuki chuckled, “Do not worry about it.” she smiled “I was happy that you wished to spend time with me.”

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They chatted a little more before deciding to retire to the bedroom. “I shall fetch some warm drinks.” Aymeric said, leaving her for a moment. When he returned with a tray of drinks and snacks, he found Mizuki sitting on the edge of his bed, setting out several poultices and some bandages on the end table. “Are your wounds serious?” he asked cautiously.

“Oh.. it’s nothing serious,” Mizuki smiled “I just need to remember to actually apply the poultice or Y’shtola will scold me again.” she laughed nervously “when I was very strict with Haurchefant about his injuries.”

“Is it a burn?” he asked, remembering how grievous the wound Haurchefant sustained.

Mizuki lifted the side of her shirt “In nature…it is an aetheric burn-” the burn that stretched from her right hip to just below her bosom and curved onto her back and stomach, it looked blue which stemmed from the nature of the burn. “Y’shtola said it might scar… hopefully the scales in that area grow back properly..”

Aymeric was quiet, he had seen the burn on Haurchefant’s arm. And whilst it looked a little better he could still barely lift his shield in his left arm and yet Mizuki had had no time to rest at all. “Does it hurt?” he asked quietly,

“It’s uncomfortable.” she hummed “it feels warm all the time and it feels like the skin pulls if I move a bit quick…but I’ve had worse.. It’ll heal.” she replied with a smile, reaching for the bottle, Aymeric’s fingers wrapped around the bottle too.

“Let me help you.”

Mizuki looked startled and averted her gaze “I- well- I can do it..” she rambled,

“Please Mizuki.” He said gently, she slowly released the bottle.

Aymeric smiled. Mizuki slowly pulled her shirt over her head and held it close to her chest which made Aymeric chuckle. He thought it cute how shy she could be.

He moved to touch the burn but stopped just shy of her skin, he could feel a residual warmth from it.

“Aymeric?”

Slowly Aymeric began to apply the foul smelling poultice to the wound, being very careful to not apply too much pressure. Aymeric studied the burn carefully and as Mizuki shuffled so he could get to the back parts of the burn, his eyes widened, she had so many scars on her back and coupled with some fresh looking wounds too. He moved to put his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. Mizuki tensed “Aymeric!?”

He buried his face into her hair “I know- I know the adventure’s and fights you have endured before dealing with our problems too-” he squeezed her gently “But to see these scars-”

Mizuki sighed deeply.

“I know they’re unsightly…but I’d rather bear these scars than have to mourn someone I couldn’t save.”

He refused to let her go “Pray be more careful my light..” he gently tilted her chin to look up at him “Strong as you are, you are not invincible.” he kissed her gently, her cheeks crimson.

“I’ll do my best….”

Aymeric set to finishing bandaging up her wounds and soon she was snuggled against him, he almost jolted as he felt something coil around his leg. He heard her chuckle “sorry..I can move it-”“It is fine…caused me a fright though.” he admitted. Looking over to her in the bed next to him. I will endeavour to protect her, so she never has to endure such pain again.

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#ramblings of a pumpkin #oc: mizuki #gpose #wondrous tails of ffxiv #wondrous tails 2024 #Bandaging wounds #mild angst #long post #sans actual scars

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