#urianger augerelt

[driftward]

[shipperwolf1]

The scions' dynamics with emet-selch

Thancred: I can hate him on principle

Alisaie: I can pity him

Alphinaud: I can reason with him

Urianger: I can reason with him while being tall

Y'shtola: I can roast his ass every chance I get

[castellankurze]

Three times Urianger held out an arm to stop others from taking hasty action.

[dragoon-mid-jump]

Hmm....Using the name "Atlas" for Ancient!Urianger or Ancient!Thancred?

For Urianger, it's being given the burdens of secrecy on the levels of entire worlds' fates.

For Thancred, it's his Tank-ness and foisting so much responsibility on himself as much as the way he carried his own grief.

[damonpact]

Urianger mousepad design 😳

thinking of putting it up for preorders if I can get enough interest.....

[ievaxol]

A post collecting the excerpts of books Urianger reads

The rise of the Shadowkeeper

In the eyes of the elves, all the other races that now inhabit Norvrandt are naught but invaders─thieves who despoiled them of their ancestral home. Their disdain was not reserved for long-standing enemies such as the Voeburtites alone. Even their allies, the Humes, were regarded as outsiders unworthy of trust. With many of Lakeland's offices of power held by elven conservatives, who desired a return to the glory days of eld, the Shadowkeeper saw an opportunity and seized it, taking control from within.

—

A treatise on runes

The fae races such as the Nu Mou and the pixies wield their unique type of spellcraft through the use of runes. Each rune represents a letter while harboring a meaning all its own, and together they form the foundation of fae magicks. Below is a list of some popular runes, which oft find use in fae names. Sigun: the sun, or light; Ul: the moon, or darkness; Oul: the land, or earth;

Eo: a star, or a lesser light; Feo: a treasure, or wealth.

—

The history of Voeburt

As is portrayed by the two-headed wolf which graces the nation's coat of arms, the Kingdom of Voeburt was born of an alliance between the Drahn and the Galdjent. Ere such an alliance could be forged, however, much blood was spilled. In order to avoid further bloodshed, our ancestors established a system of succession whereby the crown would be retained by the Drahn. Each successive monarch would be chosen by a council of five, of whom three would be Galdjent of noble houses. Thus did the two-headed wolf arise to rule the northern lands of Norvrandt.

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 26: Last

Alphinaud called his comrades back to the Rising Stones once again. The seven of them stood in Dawn's Respite near the desk, all in a group minus Estinien, who leaned near a wall. Alphinaud awaited one face in particular, one that he had hoped would stand with him once more.

"Has Dia arrived?" Alphinaud asked Y'shtola.

The Miqo'te shook her head. "No, I've not seen her come in. She may be unable to join us, given her injuries."

"I can only pray she will. I've held off on asking this specifically because I needed her input."

"Give her some time, Alphinaud. I can only imagine she's struggling to move about in her condition", Thancred added.

Still, the teenager couldn't help but be nervous. It wasn't necessarily out of concern for her condition alone, although her health still played a role. Rather, it was what he had called them for that filled him with doubt. Alphinaud could well remember times where she attempted to talk sense into him and he rebuffed her advice. This time, he would listen, and none knew how to fill him with confidence better than her.

The door to Dawn's Respite opened.

The seven of them turned around and saw who walked in. With cane in hand, a brace around her left knee, and an arm in a sling, Dia hobbled in and gave a sheepish smile. "Hope I didn't keep you all waiting."

Estinien lifted himself off the wall, ready to offer help, but she seemed to refuse it from any of the seven of them. Thancred, knowing well who they were dealing with, prepared a chair instead, holding it solid while she attempt to sit down, muscles creaking and sharp breaths following her attempts. Once she was well and seated, Alphinaud returned closer to her.

"Worry not for our sake. How are you feeling? I'm glad to see you've not lost your ability to walk."

"No, I've been working on that much. I'm doing better. I'll leave it at that."

"Don't tell me you walked here", G'raha asked in disbelief.

"Gods no. I will say, though, I'm very lucky I made this place a favored teleport ages ago. Never mind the tax savings- it's easier to latch onto Revenant's Toll."

Alphinaud smiled. "Undeterred, as ever." He nodded. "Very well. As we've all arrived, I should probably explain why I've called you all here."

"If this is about whoever keeps eating through the bloody food supply, I'm ready and armed", Estinien half-joked.

"No." Alphinaud cleared his throat. "I called you all here to discuss something I'd like to bring up with the remainder of our members. Before I do that, I would like to know that the idea has your support."

"Go on, Alphinaud. I'd like to return to Garlemald sooner rather than later", Alisaie nudged him.

Alphinaud bowed his head and closed his eyes. "I wished to discuss the future of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn."

"What about the future? We're here to aid in times of crisis", Thancred asked.

"But that was not the original goal of our humble group. My grandfather worked with Minfilia and several others to combine the Circle of Knowing with the Path of the Twelve in an effort to combat the primal threat that yet existed. With the existence of warding scales, however, anyone can combat the threat given that they have the strength. The only reason the group developed any notoriety was due to the existence of Warriors of Light within our ranks, including Dia here. The Echo is no longer a necessary measure against primal activity. Not to mention, the Grand Company of Eorzea is fully formed, making the idea of more primal activity seem unlikely. Even if there are tempered, there now exists a cure for this condition."

"It does need work, mind you. It's not perfect", Alisaie reminded him.

"And I'm afraid that I've more information to scrounge on the matter from our friend from the Third Astral Era who provided us this supposed cure", G'raha added.

"And I've no doubt you'll both continue this work. Nevertheless, the existence of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn seems redundant in the face of these changes, all of them admittedly spearheaded by us.

Thus do I propose that we disband and allow the nations of the Grand Company of Eorzea to care for their own concerns without our aid."

An odd mixture of looks were received by Alphinaud. Shock mixed with confusion and some relief was worn by the faces of most of the Scions, except for Dia, who remained stone-faced.

"...so we would go our separate ways", Y'shtola mused. "You would propose that we no longer aid as part of an organization?"

"Aye. 'Twould seem that we are more than capable of doing such a thing on our own", Alphinaud answered.

"Well, I see now why you asked for advise", Tataru piped in as she entered the room in a rush.

"T-Tataru!"

"Sorry, Alphinaud. I'm afraid I had Dia on linkpearl the whole time."

Alphinaud scowled at Dia.

"You're sorry? I'm not", Dia cracked with a wry grin aimed at Tataru.

Alphinaud sighed. "Well, now you know."

"Alphinaud, there are people here who rely on having what we have available here...like me, for instance...", Tataru admitted.

"Tataru?" Alphinaud asked.

"I don't know where I'd go. This is my home, Alphinaud."

Alphinaud frowned.

"I do see thy wisdom in ensuring that the disparate nations rely not on our puissant name", Urianger piped in. "However, to abandon the organization entirely would be to add difficulty for any future endeavors. Thou art correct that the threat of everlasting despair hath been quelled by our efforts, and that the purpose of our organization hath been fulfilled. But we know naught of the future. 'Twould be in the best interest of all that the Scions of the Seventh Dawn yet live to fight another day."

"That in mind, I wouldn't mind branching out into my own personal ventures", Thancred added.

"Indeed. I could use this time of peace to study further rather than taking on different duties here", Y'shtola joined in.

"What of you, Estinien?" Alphinaud asked.

He laughed. "I'm afraid I'm only here to follow wheresoever it is you lead. I've no idea what to do with this group we have here. Comparatively, I've only just arrived."

"Alisaie?"

"I'm with Urianger for this purpose. We don't know what's coming in the future."

Alphinaud nodded. "G'raha?"

G'raha grimaced, then shook his head. "Though I'm pleased to have been a part of this group, I refuse to control its destiny. Much the same as Estinien, I've only just arrived."

Then the seven of them looked to Dia. She seemed not to notice before asking, "Huh?"

"What do you think?" Alphinaud asked.

"Oh, you know me. I've always left the important stuff to you. I'm here for the ride."

"The ride's almost over", Thancred pointed out, "And in case you've not noticed, what we've done as an organization had led you in here with a cane and an arm sling. If anyone should have a say in the future of things, it should be you."

"We've three people who believe it might be time to disband and three who believe we should stay as a group", Alisaie counted, "And two who have chosen to abstain", she glared at Estinien, who gave a shrug. "Now what about you? I think you would be our tie-breaker."

"So what are you thinking, Dia?" Y'shtola asked before giving a laugh. "It's odd. I remember when I found you, a fledgling adventurer who had only just begun to make a name for herself in La Noscea. Now I'm asking you to control the fate of the very organization I helped recruit you into all those years ago."

They continued to stare. Dia, who didn't like it at all, decided to pitch, "Why not both?"

Eyebrows raised across the room.

"Let's just...stick together, but make it seem like we've broken up."

Alphinaud seemed rather fond of that idea. "But of course...we return to secrecy. We go our separate ways, but we would all remain Scions at our core. This way, should the world need our aid, we would yet have a headquarters to return to in a pinch."

"I like it. We should probably make it seem as though we're no longer using the place, however", Thancred pointed out.

"Indeed." Alphinaud looked to Tataru. "My friend, would you like to own the Rising Stones officially?"

Tataru's eyes sparkled. "Yes! Yes, that would be perfect! I can get started!"

"Started?"

"Never mind that. Oh, I love it, Alphinaud!"

"A solid idea, Dia. Where did you get it from?"

"I'm barely here, yet I'm still a Scion. Why can't that apply to everyone else?"

All of them conceded to her point with a "Hm."

"Then, let us bring this chapter of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn to its end. We go our separate ways, but we know now more than ever that we are bound by our promises made here", Alphinaud declared.

A feeling of satisfaction hanged in the air. Light chit-chat took place between all of them; Alphinaud and Alisaie chatted between the two of them while Thancred, Urianger, and Y'shtola conversed among themselves. Estinien was waylaid by Tataru before he could make his way to Dia. G'raha, however, stepped towards Dia and squatted down to face her eye to eye.

"Well, I didn't quite expect that my time with all of you would be so short."

Dia smiled. "You're still a Scion. You'll just be a Scion in wherever it is you're going. Speaking of, where in hells are you going? Back to N.O.A.H?"

G'raha laughed to himself and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I've become too intimately familiar with the Crystal Tower. Their research, albeit of great importance for the future, even without an Eighth Umbral Calamity, is a field I would rather leave to them."

"Fair enough."

"No, but Krile did make an offer of sorts- something that would allow me to remain in Sharlayan and be useful."

"That sounds nice."

"And you? I presume most of your time will be spent towards making a full recovery?"

"Tell you the truth, though I would never forsake any of you, my life, with or without the Scions, will remain ever the same. While I intend to make a full recovery before I go back to doing anything too strenuous, I'm planning on returning to my usual historical studies of Nym and refining the DuPointe method. I also received a strange letter from a researcher named Nemjiji in Sharlayan about some oddity discovered that they think I might know more about, but I told them I can barely walk, and that they might want to look elsewhere if they want more immediate progress."

"Do you know if they've done that?"

"They said they'll have to accept slow progress."

G'raha smiled.

"Still", Dia continued, "Even if things aren't really changing for me, it's odd to see this. An end of an era, really. I remember going to the Waking Sands back in the day. Now Min's not even here."

"Minfilia, you mean?"

Dia nodded.

"I wouldn't think of this as an end. Rather, a beginning", G'raha tried to advise.

"I think I've heard that one too many times."

"It is true, however. While you have been irrevocably changed by your experiences with the Scions, this presents you with a blank slate, and in a much better condition than when you started."

G'raha smiled. "Fate no longer controls you. Hydaelyn is no more. The expectations once thrust upon your shoulders shall diminish. You will have no obvious duties to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. You are free to write your own destiny."

Dia looked down. "I think if you told me that a year ago, I would have been far more excited. Right now, however, I'm...I'm so fucking tired, G'raha. I'm too exhausted to consider writing any destinies right now. My destiny, as things stand, is that I will return home, I will take some painkiller, and I will sleep. That's the most amount of destiny I can handle at the moment."

She looked back to him sheepishly. "Sorry you're getting the sleepy Warrior of Light. Technically, you're not even getting a Warrior of Light; I tossed that out on the way home from the Ragnarok. Still, I know you would have preferred the one that could show you more of Ishgard and take you on that grand adventure. I'm just not there."

G'raha shook his head. "Recovery from this sort of thing is not easy in the least. We managed to somehow return you from the dead. And I certainly do not feel entitled to the promises we made to one another in Base Omicron. You gave me the hope I needed to face despair with your promises. I will wait for when you are fully ready and willing to do such a thing with me. Whatever ends we see here, rest assured that our friendship will not."

Dia nodded, touched by his sincerity. "Thank you."

"Of course. Now, shall we see this final meeting to its conclusion?"

"Let's do it."

[sarahdesdemonaffxiv]

Fr Urianger went from, “away with thee scrub” to “tee hee, do you think I’m pretty” to confessing his love for us on the moon (at least that’s how I’m interpreting that convo, lol)

“Prithee, Warrior of Light, doth my drip please thee? 👉👈”

Legit tho, weather we take it as platonic or romantic love, Urianger allowing himself to be open and vulnerable is such a deep show of love and trust, and one that I know my WoL would have never expected pre-ShB.

[soleil-aelius]

Sad tall man needed a hug (in space) because it turns out even the moon isn’t far enough away to outrun all his guilt ;~;

[driftward]

🦆 Zoissette and Klynt , Obtaining a Fountune/Settling Down/Lemonade Stand

🦩 Nyx and Erick, One Upping Each Other/Standing Up For/ Embarrassing Them

🦤 Karaswa and Azem, Crossing a Line/Hurt Feelings/ Lovers to Friends

🦜 Courier and Post Moogle, Singing and/or Dancing Together/Discovering Mutual Passion/Coming Out

Past me is such an asshole

🦆 Zoissette and Klynt , Settling Down

They always knew their story would end. But it took so long that they did not notice when it didn't. Friends and family passed on, but somehow, they never did.

The world moved on. It had new challenges, but new heroes to meet them. They had thrown their spark into the future, never expecting to see its light, but found themselves being kept warm by the campfire it lit aflame.

They were no longer needed, and anyroad, they were old, and so they settled down. Klynt had her children to look after, and Zoissette had her wife for a time. But children grow up, and spouses grow old, and time waits for no woman, no matter how bold.

The times they were apart from one another grew longer and longer, but they still kept up with each other, two warriors who had been in the dirt and the mud and the salt and the blood. A friendship such as theirs would always have such crew, but all journeys must one day end beyond the infinite horizon.

And so when their story ended at last, it was written on their own terms. They never said their goodbyes. For souls such as theirs, such was unnecessary. And so they each charted their final course, and set sail into the long, good night.

And in their wake, a thousand lights shined. Each spark a star, a light into a hopeful future they had fought to secure, forevermore.

~*~

🦩 Nyx and Erick, One Upping Each Other/Standing Up For Each Other/This one got away from me

Erick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he slowly circled his opponent. Barryl tol Dylanius, former Frumentarium agent, somehow, SOMEHOW staying afloat, with practically an Legion's worth of manpower backing him, despite the fact that none of the Garlean remnants otherwise wanted anything to do with him.

Erick really hated this guy.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Eorzea's favourite second-fiddle failure. How's it feel getting those sloppy spy seconds from Thancred all the time, big guy? And look, now you get my leftovers, too. All I have to do is walk away, buddy boy, and you'll be left holding the bag. Again. That bag will be empty, just to be clear."

Erick looked past him, and shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again. I'm in state of the art magitek armor big guy. Nobody's sneaking up on me."

Nyx's expression was unreadable, but at least they hadn't finished the motion that would wind up with a knife clear into Barryl's skull. Erick let out a sigh of relief when they vanished again.

"But hey, at least your girlfriend will live, right? You just gotta do what you hate to do buddy. Just let me just walk away. Gotta say, past Barryl, putting that heartbeat monitor bomb right under the orphanage where Meya works? Simple genius. Thanks, present Barryl. But enough about our little dance here, Erick. I gotta go enjoy the fruits of my labor. Toodle-doo!"

Barryl's grin got bigger, and Erick just glowered at him.

Barryl's grin got smaller, and Erick just sort of frowned, confused.

Barryl started to rock back and forth in place. "Hey! What's going on!" he yelled.

Nyx stepped out from behind him, and a moment later, Barryl screamed, briefly, as his magitek armor suit electrocuted him, and he fell over.

"MEYA! NO!" yelled Erick.

"Meya and the orphanage shall be fine," said Nyx in their characteristic monotone as Erick rushed over. "I have disabled his armor and am now mimicking his heartbeat signal. The bomb will not detonate."

"Oh, shit, really? You can do that?"

"Yes."

"Give me a -heart attack- why don't you. You could've said something!"

They both looked down at Barryl's still twitching body.

"So... you're sure the bomb won't go off if we do something to him now," said Erick.

"Yes. Do you want to kill him?"

"...hey you locked up his armor, right? Can you put his helmet back on him and lock him out from being able to talk? 'Cus I just got the best idea."

Sometime later, Barryl woke up, shaking his head clear. "Whoa... what happened to us, Barryl?" he asked nobody in particular.

Weird how his voice echoed. It was like his helmet mic and speaker set weren't working. He could just barely hear a tinny voice from outside, though.

"Alright, children. Now for the last stop on our tour, Gage Acquisitions was very nice to provide us with a suit of decommissioned Garlean magitek armor. And special today, you can see for yourselves how tough it is. Go ahead and use any of the tools present to try to see if you can dent it. Just be careful with the larger hammers! Miss Ganajai will be right here if anyone gets hurt."

Barryl heard the sounds of rocks pinging against the outside of his armor, and he chuckled to himself. "Oh, just you wait until I figure out the override codes and get this thing going again. In the meanwhile, this armor's rated against even the strongest weapons. Barryl's got all day to figure this one out, kiddos, and then I'm going to turn Erick inside out."

Ping. Pong. Ping. Ping. Ping. And then, a loud THUD that reverberated through the armor like a bell being run.

"Heh heh. Yeah, keep it up. I can handle this all day."

Ping. Pong. Thump. Thump. Thump. THUD.

"Hah hah. Okay. Okay. I get it. We can stop this now. Go ahead and just give up now, Erick ol' buddy, and I'll go easy on you."

Ping. Ping. Ping. Thump. THUD. Thump. THUD.

The kids, apparently, were really getting into it. Barryl began to sweat.

"Alright come on knock it off!"

Ping ping ping THUD thump THUD ring ping a ding a pong pong pong BONG

"HELP!"

Erick crossed his arms and smiled as Nyx stood silently next to him, Meya cheerfully wrangling the kids even as they picked up larger and heavier objects.

"See Nyx? This is how you do this job. With style."

"Of course, Erick."

~*~

🦤 Karaswa and Azem, Hurt Feelings

Atraxae just sat, her feet dangling over the edge of the Amaurotine fencing that lined the walkway.

It wasn't real.

How funny. A fake city for a man who had no idea how to be real.

"Swive me," she said quietly.

Soft steps came up behind her.

"Might I share in thy pensiveness?"

"Knock yerself out."

Urianger scooted to the edge of the walkway, and soon he too was looking out over the cityscape.

"Thou art still unsettled by the visage of thine old friend."

"Hells yes I'm still shook up about that. I told ya, right? Everything here is fake. A pretty picture painted by a delusional arse in a rat man's coat, that's what. This wasn't what the place was like, and those people are just bloody - worse than mummers in a play. A mummer can at least improvise, carry a tune. Hell, even your wotsits, the little metal clockwork metal guys, ah, help me out here-"

"Mammets."

"Yeah, even they're more real than anything or anyone down here. That little stroppy one of Serendipity's, Gigi, they're a -hoot- and they got more brains than Emet-Suckit."

"Thou hath begun to repeat your colourful epithets for thine countryman."

"He don't deserve the effort of my incredible creativity."

"As thou sayeth."

They sat quietly for a bit. Behind them, a cubus rooted around in the bushes under a tree.

"But somehow he made Hythlodaeus real enough," Atraxae said, quietly. "It was - it was almost just like I remember him. Wonder what that says. About souls. About who people are. Like, I'm me, you know, but how much of me could you make just from what other people know about me, yannow? ...I think about that a lot."

"I suspect thou wouldst, given the history and outcome of your singularly revolutionary creations."

"Aw, you say the sweetest things," said Atraxae, punching him cheerfully in the arm. Urianger pretended to wince, and she laughed.

"...yannow, I almost convinced myself he wasn't real. Almost managed it. Like, I know he isn't, sort of, but he seemed so real. But he's just another weird puppet down here, right? But he said somethin' that I don't think a fake would say in a million years."

"Or, at the very least, in seven calamities worth of summers."

Atraxae howled at that, and Urianger gave her that small slight smile of his.

"Ah, but I distract thee; pray continue."

She may have been the biggest screw up in multiple realities, but the Scions were always there to steer her true. She was grateful for that, she thought to herself, as she got her thoughts back on track.

"He said I'd've made a great Azem."

Urianger rubbed his chin.

"Which is bullshite, as you know. But... but man, that means he had to be real. We both know Innit-Squelch sure don't share that opinion. But it makes me wonder. Why'd he say that? Is there an Azem around here somewhere? I know they used to get on."

"Worried at the prospect of meeting another whomst thou knew well?"

"No. Scared about... about finally meeting them. And if they feel just as real as Hythlodaeus, well. I guess I'm scared at finally learning about the person who beat me to the seat."

"You never met them? Truly?" Urianger's eyebrows went up.

"Yeah, truly. I was a bit sore about the whole seat thing. I mean, I got over it, I thought it was the right thing then, though looking at how things turned out maybe I'm not so sure, but look, man. It hurt. It hurt! I wanted that seat. I wanted - swive me. I wanted to be cool and do shit, you know? And I just - I went out of my way to never talk to them, and I should've. They might've been cool. They might've helped with all this mess. Maybe - maybe we could've - iunno. Maybe at least Karasawa could've kept this whole mess from getting so out of control. He was good at - at not swivin' everything up. You know."

"...unlike Atraxae, who, in spite of her judgement of herself, hath taken upon herself the mantle of humanity, and in so doing saw fit to make upon it a distinct and noble pattern of shepherding the star by defending it, even against those whom she may have once called kin."

Atraxae looked over at Urianger, stunned.

"I know not this Hythlodaeus, and know little of the Convocation save what we have learned and what you have been able to recall to share with us, but I tell you thus; I concur with his assessment. However, absent the authority or cultural knowledge needed to convey upon you the title of Azem, if I may be so bold as to suggest a different title for thee, my friend... that of Karasawa Atraxe, the mantle you have chosen for thyself."

"...thanks, Urianger."

"Of course."

"...you know what pisses me off the most about this recreation?"

"Praythee, inform me."

"Indignant-Self couldn't even be bloody arsed to remember to put in a chupaqueso stand."

Urianger's laughter rang, light and free, through the streets of the echo of an ancient Amaurot, and the laughter of an ancient would-be Azem joined him.

~*~

🦜 Courier and Post Moogle, Discovering Mutual Passion

Quinnelle could not believe her luck.

She, the fastest courier in all of Eorzea...

Sure, she had done a few things. She had managed to speed messages back and forth for some of the most important and coolest people in the realm. She had delivered some of what she was sure would go down as some of the most important missives in history.

She had even managed, despite herself, to deliver victory for the Eorzean alliance.

Ah, that joke was never going to get old.

But she was no heroine. No, what she was... was a courier.

And this was going to be the biggest honor of her career.

"So you're saying, Mister Deputy Postmoogle sir... is that you want me... to deliver packages for you?"

"Y-yes!" the little creature said, sweatdrops flying off his head as he bounced around in the air nervously. "It- it's for the good of the realm, right?"

Quinnelle tapped a finger against her chin, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I don't know... I'm only the fastest of the fast couriers in Eorzea... with one of the most complete Aetheryte maps, even to places unseen by most men... and Yashtola -says- I only have one of the most puissant abilities of anima she has EVER seen... I'm just not sure I'm post mooge material."

The Deputy Postmoogle looked shocked.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! You simply MUST help me! I don't know anyone who could possibly be more qualified!"

"Well... if you insist!" said Quinnelle, with a big salute. "In that case, deputy to the deputy postmoogle, reporting for duty!"

As the Deputy Postmoogle cheered, Quinnelle felt her heart soar. Now this is what she was born to do.

Yesterday, the realm may have breathed a sigh of relief, but tomorrow... its mail -would- be delivered.

[trusted-friend-ffxiv]

kissing scars w/ T'ewa and Urianger >:]

T'ewa's body was a map. Memories littered his skin, cuts and gashes and scars, of all the battles he had been in, that he had torn his way through, axe in hand.

He was made of memories.

And some days those memories needed to be shared. Some days they needed to be loosened from the chest that they harboured in. Some days, T'ewa just needed a listening ear.

Urianger had always been a good listener.

Though he was known for his near-endlessly wagging tongue, he was more than content to stay quiet and take on that which someone else needed to impart upon him.

And there he sat, T'ewa curled up in his lap, pouring out his memories.

Urianger carded his fingers through his lover's hair, scratching the base of his ears as he did so. He said nothing. He just listened, taking in every word, every breath.

When T'ewa pushed his head under Urianger's chin, the Elezen took his hand and brought it to his lips.

One of the scars that cut across the back of the Miqo'te's hand was his target.

And T'ewa shivered at his touch.

[ishgardmuffin]

Father Daughter Potion Lesson

--- It's WoLkid AU time again, this time with Mina and Urianger's daughter Ravellois, practicing for her alchemy test. She is a student in Old Sharlayan! I will pose the three of them together at some point, as well as Mina, Thancred and thier son Ashlynn. Also! All of them together! I want to find a way to include Ryne too, she's thier big sister after all~

--- Please do not reblog my WoLs, OCs or lore with the intention of using them as inspiration for you own. This isn't and never will be an inspo blog. Thank you. ♡ --- Dividers by @cafekitsune

[plounce]

one of thancred's biggest Ls is when urianger "hide everything i think and feel to spare others the burden of it all" augerelt felt the need to tell him "i think your best course of action is communicating your feelings"

[cyborgpulsebooks]

thancred "sex drive over 9000" waters x urianger "the most aspec ever" augerelt

[ievaxol]

can't be tamed (i'm not gonna play); a fic comm for koumeigaryou ! Rated E, ft. W'htal mouthing off, some Urianger introspection and two people seeking some degree of comfort in each other

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[potassium-pilot]

This here's my FFXIVWrite 2022 Collection (or as I've just seen after compiling all of these together, "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Loving WoLmeric feat. the rest of FFXIV)

Day 1: Cross (Azem/Emet-Selch/Htyhlodaeus, 862 words)

Day 2: Bolt (Aymeric x WoL, WoL & Y'shtola, 3162 words)

Day 3: Temper (Ameliance & WoL, Fourchenault & WoL, Aymeric x WoL, 2928 words, sort of a continuation of day 2)

Day 4: Progress (free day) (G'raha & WoL, WoL & OCs, a continuation on days 2 and 3, 3434 words)

Day 5: Cutting Corners (G'raha & WoL, Hien & WoL, Yugiri & WoL, 1213 words)

Day 6: Onerous (Aymeric x WoL, 2600 words)

Day 7: Pawn (Thancred & Minfilia, Thancred & WoL, 802 words)

Day 8: Tepid (Urianger & Estinien, 1190 words)

Day 9: Yawn (Aymeric x WoL, 636 words)

Day 10: Channel (WoL alone, 486 words)

Day 11: Expect the Unexpected (free day) (Aymeric x WoL, 2205 words)

Day 12: Miss the Boat (WoL alone, encounters with OCs, 1401 words)

Day 13: Confluence (Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, PoV of their children, 1016 words)

Day 14: Attrition (WoL & Ardbert, Aymeric x WoL, 1462 words)

Day 15: Row (Aymeric x WoL, WoL & Artoirel, 4587 words [also side note hhhhhhhhh i'm sorry it's so long, but i had way too much fun writing it])

Day 17: Novel ([warning: this spoils 6.2 like crazy if you haven't played it already] WoL & new 6.2 chara, WoL & Vrtra, Vrtra & Estinien, Estinien & WoL, 1915 words)

Day 18: Injure (free day) (Aymeric x WoL, WoL & original characters, 2215 words)

Day 19: Turn a Blind Eye (The Syndicate of Ul'dah, mentions of WoL, 1345 words)

Day 20: Anon (Thancred x Urianger, PoV Urianger, 1339 words)

Day 21: Solution (Non-WoL adventurer x Estinien, part of an AU, 3485 words)

Day 22: Veracity (The Ishgardian House of Lords, mentions of the WoL, 374 words)

Day 23: Pitch (Aymeric x WoL, 1091 words)

Day 24: Vicissitudes (Haurchefant x WoL, 891 words)

Day 27: Hail (One-Sided G'raha x WoL, 2584 words)

Day 29: Fuse (Stephanivien & WoL, Cid & WoL, Hilda x Joye, Cid x Stephanivien)

Edit 7/2/23 - I saw some people liking this and noticed the links were broken. Should be fixed now :)