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[wondroustailsofffxiv]

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!

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[pumpkinmagekupo]

Wondrous tails: Mermaid AU

Lore would tell you that mermaids only reside in the oceans but that is not always true. While it is true that most mermaids prefer the open waters of the oceans, there are some who dwell in underwater cave systems.

Mizuki was one such mermaid. She preferred to keep isolated.  On her lone adventures she had come across an island with a large mountain in the centre of it. After some deep investigation of the island and its currents, she found herself in a cave with a huge ceiling. There was a gap somewhere letting in some light and it allowed the crystals in the cave to illuminate the area. Swimming around the cool waters, Mizuki decided she liked it here and this would be her new home. 

-

“Look, Ser Knight. We really don’t need you and yours here.” an old miner huffed “we’ve been doin’ this for years-”

“I am well aware of that but due to the latest attacks we would prefer to keep you all safe-” Aymeric explained, walking in step with the miner as they descended into a cold dark cave “and once we believe it safe enough. We will leave you to your own devices if that pleases you-” his words fell quiet, “what-” Aymeric stared in disbelief at the white glowing eyes that peeped over the surface of the cave’s lake.

“A mermaid,” the old man stated simply, walking over to a nearby cluster of crystals “That one often pops up.”

“I thought they lived in the ocean.” Aymeric replied quietly, daring not to take his eyes off her.

“Guess this one doesn’t.”

Aymeric jumped as rock flew past his head and landed near the mermaid. Before he could question it several more rocks hurtled past him, some striking the mermaid who delved quickly beneath the surface. “Why would you harm it?” he almost shouted.

“Mermaids eat humans, that’s why.” 

“Do you know that? did-”

“Don’t trust anything a mermaid says! They’ll lure you into the water and eat you alive!” a younger miner shouted, his voice echoing in the caves. 

“Ain’t nothin’ goin’ kill us in here.” The old miner intervened “if you insist on guarding, do it outside and let us work.”

Aymeric sighed and left the cave, his knights awaiting him. “Guard the cave entrance. I am going to check the area.”  They saluted as Aymeric mounted his chocobo and headed off around the mountain path. 

He was quite away from the mouth of the cave when he heard rushing water, curious he followed it and spotted a little waterfall leading into a small lake and sitting on the edge of the lake; the mermaid. She seemed to be pressing leaves against her forehead. 

Aymeric dismounted his chocobo and tried to get a better look but he tripped into a bush and startled her.

“Wait!” he called, scrambling out of the thicket.  “Are you hurt? I’m sorry they hurt you-”

“And why do you care?” Aymeric was shocked, her voice was so gentle but there was a sharpness to it.

“You did nothing wrong, it was wrong of them-” Aymeric hurried forward, she was still hiding from him “I won’t harm you.” he said, trying to peer around the flowers.

Something crossed his mind “how did you get out here?” he looked around, there was no other river to this point and she had just been in the cave lake..

“I know all the currents of this island.” she replied simply, “I can find my way anywhere.”

“That is amazing!” Aymeric gasped “I was convinced mermaids could only live in the oceans.”

“Most do..I prefer it here..it’s quieter.”

Aymeric wanted to see her but she still refused to show herself.

"Mi'lord?!" a knight shouted,

Aymeric sighed deeply "I should go.. would it be possible to see you again?"

"Mi'lord?!" a knight called again.

There was silence, perhaps she didn't want to see him "there's a cove near where the cave was. Meet me there at sundown." Aymeric saw a flash of orange just as his knight arrived.

"Mi'lord?"

Aymeric looked away from the lake with a heavy heart, he had to wait to see her.

-

The day dragged slowly after that. Aymeric couldn't wait to see what the mermaid looked like up close.

Once his duties were complete, he hopped on his chocobo and headed down to the coast. “I hope I’m not late.” he wandered the beach hopefully and there she was. Sat half submerged by the water, staring up at the star speckled sky.

“You came.” she said, her tone was softer now.

"I could think of nothing else." Aymeric admitted, “May I sit?” she nodded and he sat beside her in the water.  Aymeric couldn’t take his eyes of her. Her greyish skin, sparkled in the moonlight, his eyes fell to the tail under the surface, which flicked up splashing him with cold water, it was black like the scales that lined her cheeks, they look like obsidian, he had to resist reaching to touch them.

“You’re the first to not be so scared of me.”

“How could I? You’re so beautiful.”

She laughed and it made his heart race faster “You’re not scared I will eat you?”

Aymeric chuckled this time “I don’t believe such things.”

She finally turned to him, her eyes shone bright white with the moon “then come swim with me.”

“Might I know your name first?” Aymeric asked, she has already swam out to the deeper side of the coast.

“Mizuki.” she replied and dived under the waves.

Bingo Card

[redmoonwanderer]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2024 Prompts: Amnesiac, hunt Summary: Azem finds the man everyone speaks of as his familiar, but he doesn’t seem to have any idea about anything, really.

The silence of the darkness is comforting, like floating in space without a worry. Unfortunately, however, there is a voice beckoning to him, pushing away the darkness and pulling him to light. He can’t make out the words, but he can already feel the ache in his body, one that he’d left behind, tearing at him, his nerves, muscles; head pounding like he’d forgotten to drink water for a day. The world behind his lids gets lighter, and he realises that amidst the pain, there is a warm hand gently patting his cheek.

“Come on, now,” the voice says. “Get back here, no unscheduled dying on Elpis.”

He opens his eyes, slowly against the brightness of the day that burns his sensitive eyes, and sees, at first, a dark silhouette leaning over him. He blinks a few times, while the stranger says, “That’s better.”

Finally, he begins to feel more awake. More in pain, too, sure, but he can move, and does so to sit up. The stranger places a hand on his back to support him, and he looks at his face.

The stranger, gentle-looking, smiling. Red hair like a sunset that’s been tamed to frame his face and fall over his shoulders, bright where his is dark like blood. Freckles and silver eyes, like stars.

He looks oddly familiar, though he can’t remember why.

Looking around, he can’t tell where he is.

Nor who he himself is.

That’s… potentially a problem.

“Well,” the stranger says, watching him look around like a lost kitten, “it seems you’ll live. How are you feeling?”

He doesn’t even think about it, he just lifts his hand, fingers looking almost like they’re wrapping around an invisible ball in his hand, and makes a twisting gesture.

He looks at his hand, brows furrowed, then at the stranger as if he might be able to offer an explanation as to why one could make noise and the other couldn’t.

The stranger just shrugs, though whether it’s because he doesn’t understand his gesture or because he thinks he knows what he’s asking but cannot answer, he doesn’t know.

“Let’s get you up, see if you can get your feet under you,” the stranger says, and he gets up. Still aching, but he’ll live. He looks around at the grassland, and not too far away sees a dead something. A creature that he doesn’t think is a beast, a being in tattered black robe, thin and tall.

“Ahh, yes. You fought it,” the stranger supplies helpfully, “it tried to survive by, I assume, draining your aether. I guess someone snuck it in here as a prank, make someone a little weak in the knees, and didn’t expect a familiar to stumble upon it.”

He tilted his head. A familiar? He? Maybe it makes sense.

Noting his confusion, the stranger smiles. “Well, that’s what everyone keeps saying, anyway. That there’s a busy familiar coming here every now and then that just must be mine. I must admit, I was curious,” he says.

That makes even less sense, doesn’t it? Shouldn’t this person know about him if he… summoned him? That doesn’t feel right, though, the thought of being summoned, or made.

“Seeing you now, I can see the confusion. We do look a bit alike, and I suppose we both have a reputation of running around. I’m Azem. Seat of. So that’s what everyone calls me.”

A lot of words that tickle in the back of his mind like they mean something to him, but right now, all he can offer is a blank stare.

This Azem tilts his head and taps his cheek with his finger. “Hm, seems you don’t really talk, and going by the confusion in those eyes of yours, that concept may have drained enough to rattle your head a little.” The man looks around, though what or who he’s hoping to see, he cannot tell. Eventually, he looks back at him, saying, “Well, since you probably don’t know where you’re going, why not join me for a moment? Maybe someone around here can help you with that noggin of yours, set it back to like it’s supposed to be.”

He hesitates a moment before nodding. It’s not like there’s anything better for him to do, and he would like for someone to indeed “help him with this noggin of his.” The two set out towards the middle of this floating island where a crystal rotates slowly and people have gathered around a small pool to observe small lifeforms in the water.

“This is Anagnorisis”, Azem tells him. “Does anything strike as familiar?”

He walks the paved path, looks at the greenery, peeks into a pond just to stare a pink creature in the eye. It almost looks like it’s smiling, and maybe it is. It dives, and splashes droplets on to his face, and he leans back, nose wrinkled. He dries his face with his arm and looks to the right, where a tree rises from the ground, one of many.

Yet he can’t tear his eyes off of it.

Azem walks right next to him, having stopped to talk with the locals. He notes the way he’s staring, and follows his gaze. “You friends with that one?” he asks, and sounds like he might not be joking, though he’s not entirely sure.

He stares another moment before hesitantly shaking his head. He doubts he could be friends with a tree, right?

But he walks closer, looks up to a sturdy branch and almost expects to see someone up there. Nothing.

Azem walk to his side. “If this doesn’t help your memory, perhaps we should try elsewhere,” he suggests, and receives a nod in reply.

No matter where they go, however, no matter which corner they turn and what beast they see as they walk, nothing in Elpis gives him back what he needs. When the sun is setting and they’re sitting on a fence, looking down at the lower islands floating in the sky, he still has no idea who he is nor where he came from. Azem seems deep in thought as his silver eyes trail a path two figures are walking on, their hands animated as they talk to one another.

“I would ask help from one of my friends, but I fear none are in the area right now. Summoning them, well,” Azem chuckles. “Some have made it quite clear that I should try to solve some problems on my own, and they have important business to attend to, something I would hate to interrupt.”

He tilts his head at Azem because the way he speaks of summoning people makes it sound like he does so with magic. And yet, it sounds entirely feasible, something he could perhaps do, as well.

His head hurts. Pain like he’s head is splitting.

“Are you feeling alright?” Azem asks.

Azem. Azem. Azem. He knows the name, from somewhere further ago than today.

There’s a flash, an image, of a beautiful woman, white-haired, blue-eyed.

Hydaelyn? No, not Hydaelyn, but –

He leans forward, hands holding his head.

“Oh, dear,” says Azem. “Perhaps not. Do you think the effects of that creature are perhaps fading?”

Venat. That’s her name. Telling her to… think? And do other things, besides.

Calling him her Champion? Blessed by her?

He feels Azem touch his back.

It’s like glass shattering. It hurts, certainly, and the images are too many too quickly to understand if he hadn’t had a context for them all.

A poster, asking for proof of an existence of a being that stories said must have existed a long time ago. That lived here, now, today. In Elpis. In the past.

Where he’s been to before.

Where he met Venat, for the first time for her.

Where he met the two friends of –

He looks up.

And he remembers them.

Remembers it all.

And finally, as Qhol’a turns to look to the somewhat worried ancient by his side, he has no idea how to break this all down to this Azem – or if he should.

What a wholly unnecessarily complicated day this had turned out to be.

[faustinebellamy]

Wondrous Tails - Faust

I'm going to try to do @wondroustailsofffxiv's challenge for Faust. Here is my board. I used a randomizer until I got something I thought could be fun or interesting to her. It will be a mix of SFW and NSFW, but I'll tag each post appropriately.

The picture will be updated with progress!

1: Island Sanctuary

Below is the Bingo Sheet, in case the top one is too small to see properly.

[finalfantasyxivwritings]

Ongoing projects/ideas in no particular order of business, now that I am once more submerged into the sea that is FFXIV:

Final chapter for ‘Tell me to stay (and I will)’

Rework/revamp SMiH twine project—the concept itself is very neat but far too large in size and scope for my ADHD brain to handle alone, so I’ll break into several smaller projects divided by expac so that each one is much more concise and can focus better on the characters featured in each storyline

Related to above, but instead a twine/visual novel project oriented around my own FFXIV OCs (Samilen, Khalja, R’avi, Kai and Rakuyo primarily)

Set up and organization for the next Wondrous Tails event? (@wondroustailsofffxiv)

Go through and answer asks that have been languishing in this blogs askbox for the last 573957 years

[nidstiniens]

i'll probably make a proper masterpost or something for this later, but here's my @wondroustailsofffxiv bingo card! very, very excited to get started 😈

[windupeydis]

@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.

[girlinterrupted36]

Keeping the creative energy going by starting the Wondrous Tails 2024 fun! @wondroustailsofffxiv

Link to first ficlet here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54584572

[tallbluelady]

Sweethearts

[eleventhcircle-archive]

wondrous tails of ffxiv: the twelve

o crimson fan, in fire woven... in your wake leave naught uncleansed!

[withheartsaligned]

wondrous tails of ffxiv: carbuncle

“stop staring at me like that,” vej says, scowling at his carbuncle. “you know what you did.”

ruffles simply raises a paw in response, almost as if they were saying ‘you still love me, though’.

[wondroustailsofffxiv]

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!

SFW Shipping

SFW Solo

SFW FFXIV-Specific

SFW AUs

NSFW General

NSFW Kinks

ALL PROMPTS

ALL NSFW PROMPTS

[pumpkinmagekupo]

Wondrous Tails Bingo Card

Done the thing..right I hope.

Mermaid AU

Bandaging wounds

Insomnia

Holding Hands

Sleeping in 

Job mentors

Magical Girl

Dragon AU

Sharing Clothes

Wedding

Nameday

Flower Shop AU

Lifestream

[redmoonwanderer]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV 2024 Prompt: Stack marker Summary: The Grand Company recruits have once again proven themselves rather capable. At nearly getting the Warrior of Light killed, that is.

The first words that he hears as he turns his head when he regains his senses, finding it rather painful, are, “Ah, thee art awake at last.” He opens his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room – which comes as little surprise as most of the Scions are by now aware that eyes made for seeing in the dark don’t exactly like being showed under the bright conditions that try to imitate the sun in the room.

He feels like he’s been hit by some mutated dragon swinging a maul larger than a castle, and knowing this star, it’s entirely possible.

Urianger puts a book he’s been reading on to the table and gets up from his seat. When by Qhol’a’s cot, he asks, “How art thee feeling?”

Qhol’a simply nods, which, as everyone knows, is not really an answer. He’s faced unimaginable horrors and taken unsurvivable beatings and claimed he’s fine after. To convince his friend, he forces himself to sit up, though he can’t really hide the grimace as he does so.

“Well, ‘tis a relief to see thee art recovering. When thee were brought back from thine duty, thy friends were worried for thee, and having seen thy condition upon arrival, the had good cause for it.”

Ah, yes. The recruits. The people that would work best as assassins disguised as body-guards. He might’ve been able to make it if not for some tiny troubles along the way, troubles that always multiplied when he tried to teach the novices how to survive as an adventurer.

First of all, as is evident from the light clothing he’s still wearing, he had gone out to heal, to relieve their pain and take care of their injuries. Unfortunately, the clothes – that didn’t offer much cover to begin with – didn’t provide as much protection as, say, a heavy armour would. He really wished he’d picked a sword instead of a planisphere, but someone had to train their more front-line inclined recruits as well, and no one else seemed to be willing to take up on that task, for some unfathomable reason.

Second, while the recruits were learning, taking lessons to heart, they did not have the Echo, and nor did they seem to have a single working eye among them. Maybe if he was comfortable enough to speak the outcome would have been different, yelling to get their attention, but he couldn’t do it. Not yet, maybe never. So when he’d gestured for the three to come over immediately, they’d not seen it. The tank had actually been doing his job keeping the beasts ire upon himself, and the mage and the lancer had been intent on putting it down as fast as they could, spurred by the fact their opponent had been on its last legs. They had, however, not been very intent on protecting him.

Because when an attack that they would have been able to lessen the impact of as a group came, he was alone. He remembers the beast turning towards him, large, clawed hand stretching to the side as it intended to swipe at him. The other three figured that the turned back was a great target, which wasn’t wrong, technically.

He remembers rushing to get out of the way. Remembers the claws still hitting him, sending him flying through the air. He even vaguely remembers hitting a rock standing at the side of the clearing and tumbling down onto the ground.

After that, he remembers nothing, probably because there was nothing to remember.

He looks at Urianger, and can’t hide the exasperation from his face. The elezen hold back a chuckle, because he is well familiar with similar tales and hardly surprised by the outcome of this venture.

“Are they okay?” Qhol’a signs.

Urianger nods. “Only minor injuries that have been seen to.”

Good, Qhol’a thinks. He rubs his chest and tries to find a position that doesn’t hurt his back, but it seems he’ll be aching for a while, still.

“I recommend more repose. Perhaps somewhere more peaceful,” Urianger adds. Qhol’a knows what he’s not saying, only implying, because it seems the healers among the Scions are all wont to suggest him the same at times like this, and he nods.

Another vacation far from here where the recruits can’t possibly find him it is.

[trackerkitsune]

Prompt: Role Reversal AU

If my WoL was the final boss of Aglaia and Nald'thal were mortal twins :3c

[starrysnowdrop]

Wondrous Tails

Entry #4: Heartache

G’raha Tia waited there, in the shadow of the shining tower that once stood as a beacon of hope, now only saw the faint glow of light in battle with the gloom of the night sky.

He knew what he had to do. It was his destiny as the last bearer of the blood of Allagan royalty to see his mission fulfilled. And yet… his thoughts were with her.

He didn’t want to leave her, nor did he want to cause her any pain, but he knew he was going to have to do just that. And it was killing him at just the thought of what the morrow would bring. He could only stand there, tears rolling down his face, his body shaking from the pain of never seeing her ever again.