#maqaly

[maqaly]

في هذا الفيديو اذكر لك عادة سيئة نقوم بها في بداية يومنا، هذه العادة تستنزفنا وتستنزف طاقتنا ووقتنا ونفسيتنا أول اليوم، مما يحقق بداية يوم ضعيفة وسيئة، والحصول على يوم ضائع وسيء غير مثمر 👇

*ادعموني بالمتابعة لاستمر، فأنا استمر بدعمكم❤️

*لا تنسوا الاشتراك في القناة فضلا منكم، ادعموا اخوكم لنشر المحتوى الهادف🙏

#معلومة #نصائح #معلومات عامة #صباح الخير #تطوير الذات #صباحيات #القراءة #رسالة اليوم #maqaly #writers on tumblr #tips #Youtube

[insert-ff14-related-name-here]

The lads get their fortunes :)

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv screenshot #careigitar fyrborgsyn #jojoba joba #maqali newheart #adaire celodehki

[neonbrutalism]

AU time again.

Maqali jen Ovinius. Dark Knight. Half Garlean, half Xaela Au Ra on his mother's side. Absolutely ginormous and stands about 7'7" due to his Garlean father. Hits his head on a lot of doorframes. He was subjected to horrific Magitek experiments that left him with talons and venomous fangs. He always had black sclera and glowing red limbal rings though. That's Au Ra for you, I guess.

The experiments also gave him the Resonance, an artificial version of the Echo. Unfortunately, he can't quite control it and often is subjected to other's painful memories and feels their pain (physical and emotional) as though it's his own until the memory fades.

He typically hides his Garlean eye under a circlet or helmet.

#miguel o'hara #stupid ass final fantasy AU #final fantasy xiv

[himborc]

maqali kah

cmon! pass hes my beautiful real best friend

[halcyonicreveries]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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I reposted it 'cause it was already getting long, but ty for the tag @teawithaphd you successfully got me to log on for the first time in like two months lol

Filenames:

Haukke Manor

No Panties :3c

T4T BDSM Fantasy Romance thing

werewolf/witch arranged marriage

Tentacles and other adventures

(a lot of these unsurprisingly have nsfw bits but I don't always write in order so if you want to send an ask but don't want that I can skip it lol)

Snippet of Haukke Manor fic

As the uneasy quiet returned they held defensively for a moment before relaxing when nothing was attracted by the ruckus.  Brief excitement over, Augus’to took a moment to look about the room. Perhaps once a large study of some sort, judging by the bookshelf and desk. The space was just as worn and dreary as the rest of the manor had been so far, but his attention was drawn to the wall where a sizable window allowed a picturesque view through to the front garden. Bright moonlight blanketed the yard, illuminating the fountains and topiaries they had made their way past to arrive at the manor’s front door. X’remi made his way to his side, picking up on his friend’s unease. “Something wrong, August?” The Miqo’te frowned. “Yes,” he replied softly, eyes still fixed at some location through the glass panes. His other two companions crowded behind him. “No way we’ve been here long enough for it to be this late…” Maqali’s deep voice growled out in confusion. “... and this wall shouldn’t be facing the garden, anyway.”

#wip wednesday #it's not wednesday but that's ok

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Altani and Maqali Orl: Shuri’s birth parents

As you see, Shuri took after her mother

Shuri's father was a primarily a merchant. It did not mean, however, that he did not go through the Bardam's Mettle. A warrior of his own right, Maqali is even-tempered and strategic in battle.

Altani, Shuri's mother and also a warrior in her own right, found her own niche in weaving. She is soft-spoken, much like how her daughter turned out; yet if she says something, her husband definitely takes her word as law.

Their marriage was not arranged because that's not the Xaelic way. They actually grew up together and became fast friends, with a younger Altani constantly chiding Maqali (who was more hot-tempered back then) with how reckless he was either hunting or battling another Xaela.

When Maqali and Altani wedded, they tried for a child within a few months of their marriage. It was difficult for them to do so and it wasn't until almost two to three years into their marriage before Altani became pregnant.

Altani was already convinced that they were going to have a little girl due to a dream she had of the child. Taking it as a sign from Nhaama, Maqali did not object. He had ruby and sapphire music boxes crafted as a gift for the baby once born.

Altani and Maqali decided on the name "Saran" for their daughter. Relatives on Maqali's side had brought gifts for the expectant couple, even praised them for the name (Sidurgu, being Shuri's cousin and young at the time, is the only one who referred to Shuri by that name).

Maqali was already worried about Altani due to how hard it was for them to conceive. It was the one time he insisted his wife not push himself and stay home, to which Altani knew better than to argue. She took to weaving baby clothing for their baby.

This is where it gets sad: on the last leg of Altani's pregnancy, the Garleans invaded and began subjugating the tribe, the Orl being among them. While out to trade wares, Maqali was unfortunate to cross Garlean soldiers upon his return home and was killed in battle with them.

Altani had gone into labor with the Garleans practically atop of the settlement. The midwife, who had come to help deliver the baby, knew that they were running on borrowed time and knew something was wrong during the birth. Altani made the other woman swear to save the child.

Altani died giving birth, right as the other Orl were fleeing the invading Garleans--the midwife, after swaddling the baby and grabbing the items that she knew the parents wanted their child to have (the music boxes and other baby items), being one of them.

#hc and screens #altani and maqali #shuri's parents

[lillies-n-lilacs]

ooc note: New husband and wife duo! Proper screens to be coming soon 👀👀

#tara atalli #maqali oronir #ffxivrp #viera #au ra #xaela #ffxiv screenshots #gpose #screenshots

[rivenroad]

#maqali goro #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #au ra #xaela

[qulaan]

A most unexpected twist of fate brought the far-flung surviving members of the Qulaan tribe together this evening at the Grindstone tourney in Thanalan. Saraghul Khatun (@saraghul), Alaqa (@jaliqai-and-company), Soyeolla (@fortress-and-flame), Batu (@babybatu) and Maqali were all reunited in the most unexpected of places far from their home, perhaps guided there by the divine will of their goddess, Balanai the Huntress.

Though the meeting was brief between the tourney fighting and their khatun being called away, the tribe members at least learned that perhaps they were not as alone in this world as they thought they were..

(OOC :  Not picture above is Batu because she was picking fights on the rock behind us.)

#FFXIV #FF14 #Balmung #RP #Balmung RP #Wolves of the Steppe #Qulaan Tribe #Qulaan #Xaela #Xaela Roleplay #Xaela RP #Saraghul Qulaan #Maqali Qulaan #Alaqa Qulaan #Soyeolla Qulaan #Batu Qulaan

[whispersafterdusk]

Prompt #3: Scale

The muu shuwuu was a strange beast.

A large fuschia and white plumed avian, they typically stayed in the mountains to the north of the Mol encampment.  It was rare to see one on the plains, rarer still that the birds bothered with anything that wasn't one of their sheep.

Unexpectedly one had swooped down on Kazutane as he made his rounds nearest the rocky ledges of the mountain, and while he had managed to fight the creature off it had peppered him with razor-sharp plumes fired like arrows from flaps of its wings -- he had seen sheep pinned to the ground with such tactics but had never had the ire and feathers of a muu shuwuu aimed at himself before and hadn't quite managed to get his shield up in time to keep himself from being pincushioned with eight or so feathers.

He'd managed to prize a few free but the others were...well, stuck.  They'd penetrated his armor and sunk in deep and with each move of his arm he could feel the feather's shaft grate against the scales of his forearm; it was a sensation that made him shudder -- like he was rubbing his skin against sandstone.  It felt unnatural, painful, and was worrisome as he didn't know what diseases the beast might be carrying that may have just been embedded in his own skin to fester.

He was spotted by the others as he approached the camp and by the time he'd passed through the gates there was a small group there to greet him, and as he spied Cirina among their number he felt his face flush.

In the sun one could see the bluish tone to Cirina's horns; where most Mol had deep black scales and horns, hers had always reminded Kazutane of the deepest night where the stars shown brightest.  He let his gaze drop to the ground as he was ushered into a tent to be tended to, and gave only the briefest answers as to what had happened.

Soon it was only Cirina and one other helping her (a younger girl called Samga) ease his armor off until only the sleeve pinned to his arm remained on him.  It was easy enough to not have to look at Cirina now -- he could turn his head and grit his teeth as the feathers were pulled free and the blood cleaned away, and as the bandages were being applied he still felt as red as he had outside with each brush of her fingertips against him.  He could keep silent - he HAD to keep silent.  

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Huh?"

Cirina's voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned just enough to see her worried face leaning in close to him.

"You look flushed.  Are you feverish?"

"Perhaps the beast was sick and that is why it attacked him," Samga added.

"Ah, no, n-no.  I am not ill, I'm just-"

Lovesick, that's what I am.  A lovesick fool.

Cirina frowned and pressed the back of her hand to his head.  "There is no need to hide illness, Kazutane.  None will think less of you.  I will ask Maqali to make certain the muu wushuu is properly disposed of so nothing eats it and grows ill.  Here, lay down..."

Groaning inwardly at himself Kazutane obeyed; Cirina finished tying off the bandage and then laid a gentle hand on his bare chest.  He was close enough to see her eyes widen briefly.

"Your heart is racing - you ARE ill."

"Truly, I feel fine," he tried to argue weakly, but Cirina stood and moved away.  Most likely she would come back with the herbal paste they used to draw out fevers - it was pleasant smelling but tended to stain the skin a pale green for a day or so after it had been used.

If a green forehead was his punishment for being unable to keep his bashfulness under control...Kazutane supposed there were worse outcomes.

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #cirina mol #WoL

[jqupohtia]

Made Naira’s brothers, who will eventually be her retainers in game - Tahar (left) and Maqali (right)

#ffxiv #xaela #au ra

[maqaly]

أكثر شيء ينكد عليك حياتك عليك تتخلص منه لتسعد في الدنيا والآخرة 👇

#صاحب_معلومه #mahmoud_info

#معلومة #نصائح #صباحيات #تطوير الذات #رسالة اليوم #نصيحة اليوم #صاحب معلومة #maqaly #tips #writers on tumblr #Youtube

[insert-ff14-related-name-here]

Uh

#xaela #au ra #ffxiv xaela #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv screenshots #I moved a table while sitting on a chair and. this happened lol #maqali newheart

[quirkycoterie]

Prompt 25: Worthy

Qatun counted the gil Maqali handed her. Having her random acquisition sales handled by someone else was a necessity but she never completed trusted anyone, even family... or possibly, most especially family.

A bright smile as Kuri handed over some gil to the boy with the sick mother, giving well wishes and offers of prayers along with the gil. She missed the dark stare of the woman next to her, keeping another child from taking off with her small personal pouch, keeping her safe while trying not to ruin Kuri’s trusting nature completely.

The concern on Tsume’s face momentarily allowed for a bit of hope as he looked up at the elezen he was following out into the forest. He had Kiba but he didn’t trust others to stick around usually. He was desperately searching for the only other person he had allowed in that far in a long time, and that this man was helping after just meeting him... gave him a glimmer of hope that he had found another who wouldn’t just run away.

Fingers turned a card and she delivered the news with regret on her face. Sympathy she didn’t feel for the rare truthful bad news a customer wanted to hear. The woman across the table fought tears back with her declaration, “I knew he was cheating on me! At least I can always trust you, Aqua!” The fortune teller put a smile on her face, regretting not foreseeing the hand grabbing hers in time to pull away.

The patrons at the bar were all singing loudly now, and the keeper grinned at the young woman next to her who was rapidly shaking her head. “Come on! It’ll be fun!” She hopped up on the bar, ears perked, tail swishing, and held her hand down. “You said you wanted to, now’s the time! Now is always the time! Trust me!” Reticence was drowned by chugging an ale, Cashmere’s offered hand was taken, and life goals were achieved.

Sana went to exit the lobby of her clinic’s building, talking to Tyranny at her feet, who snaked out the door. Movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention and she saw a man she didn’t know in the shadows. She left the cat to her hunt, and edged back inside to wait in the lobby for either Alex or Arik, whoever was available first.

The pirate was nodding as she listened to Yesui tell her all about the latest culinary invention of her oddly tall significant other when a familiar profile pass nearby. Green eyes rolled and she hoped he didn’t see her. She didn’t want to listen to his point of view again that just because you trusted someone to be a good work partner, it meant you were friends.

The laceration on her face had been carefully healed at her cousin’s insistence but she hadn’t been ready to explain what had happened yet again and the healer had been kind enough not to push. All Chrys wanted right now was for the puffiness from the crying she had finally allowed herself to go away and to get some rest, surrounded by the people she trusted most. That trust was reinforced as the two curled up with her, letting her feel like things would be ok.

mentions: @the-unrelenting-shadow, @wkiba-ffxiv, @of-the-stalwart-shield, @healing-word, @star-striking, @dalanoth, @kailani-ffxiv, @zollo-ffxiv, @cadrenebula (several times!)

#FFxivWrite2019 #Prompt 25 trust #the whole crew #sweet peach #troublesome tias #blue night #basket of buns #celestial seas #seafaring sisters #trio of trouble #lighthouse #one steppe away

[0bsidian5ire]

Prompt #17: Let Our Souls Burn Bright

Prompt: Obeisant from @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast's #ffxivwrite2019

Set while Kharagal is leaving the Steppe

Canon-typical violance under cut

When Dotharl Khaa appeared in the distance, Kharagal landed her yol and started walking. It would do no one any good to see her come flying in to Dotharl airspace without permission.

She was met outside the camp by a scouting party on yolback lead by a woman her own age with long white hair and a mage's staff on her back. "I am Sadu of the Dotharl," the woman said. "Who are you and what are you doing in our lands?"

"Kharagal of the Meirqid. I'm just passing through to the steppe." Kharagal swallowed down her desire to be confrontational. Needling the Dotharl would be suicide.

"Hmph." Sadu dismounted from her yol and walked over to Kharagal. She took Kharagal's face in her hands and held it still while she looked into Kharagal's eyes for several long seconds. She abruptly let go of Kharagal's face in exchange for grabbing Kharagal's upper arm and turned back to the rest of her scouting party. "She will not be giving us any trouble." Sadu jerked her head in the direction of the desert. "Continue on the route and then head back to the khaa. I'll bring her in myself."

The yols took off, leaving Sadu and Kharagal alone. Sadu watched them as they gained altitude. "Come with me," she said and walked towards the khaa, pulling Kharagal behind her. "There is a favor I would ask of you in exchange for our hospitality."

"What kind of favor?" Such dealings were common in the desert.

Sadu laughed. "Nothing you have not already done before." She stopped walking and looked around at where they were. The khaa was a long way off still and any yol were no more then pinpricks in the sky. She nodded to herself and looked Kharagal dead in the eye. "You know of how we can see the souls of those newly born?"

Kharagal nodded. Everyone knew that. It was part of what made the Dotharl so dangerous. Not only did the Dotharl know they would always be reborn, they also had generations of knowledge about where their talents lay and didn't have to waste time learning that from scratch.

"Well, some of us can see the souls of people no matter how old they are. And I am one such person." For an instant Sadu looked furious. "One of our hunters, Maqali, left on a hunting trip. He returned alone and his soul was not the same. It was green like grass when he left and when he returned it was as if someone had smeared pitch all over him. And ever since then, he has not been himself."

"What do you mean?" It sounded like one of the old stories... but those often were the stories to pay the most attention to.

"He knows everything he should know. But he now challenges people he once thought of as brothers, and is trying to get into leadership positions he had no desire for when he left." Sadu shook her head in frustration. "And something is wrong with how he fights. He did not use aether so liberally as he does now."

"What do you need me to do?" Although Kharagal had a feeling she already knew what it was.

Sadu grinned. "I need you to help me kill him. He knows how the rest of us fight from before he changed, but he will not know of how you fight." She pointed to a jumble of rocks to the west of Dotharl Khaa. "That is where we keep our khun chullu. Go there and wait for me to come with whatever is using Maqali's body. And then... keep him distracted while I ready my magics." Sadu stroked the focus of her staff. "What say you?"

Kharagal nodded. "I'll do it." Asking outsiders for help in taking down political rivals within the tribe in exchange for hospitality was not unheard of. But Kharagal had a feeling Sadu wasn't trying to do that. It wasn't necessary for Sadu to come up with a story about someone being possessed by something just to get Kharagal to go along with her.

"Good," said Sadu. She let go of Kharagal's arm and mounted her yol.

"Just one question," Kharagal called up to Sadu. "What color is my soul?" If Sadu got it right, then she probably wasn't lying about what was going on.

Sadu laughed. "Your soul is the purple of the mountains at dusk; it must burn like lightning when you fight!" Sadu's voice was filled with glee. "And you will need that in the coming battle!" She gave her yol a signal and it took off towards Dotharl Khaa.

Kharagal stood speechless for a minute. That was was almost exactly what Udgan Toragana had said her soul was like.

"--are attuned to things beyond other's sight."

In her hiding place behind one of the khun chullu, Kharagal tensed at a man's voice. It was probably Maqali, but she needed to hear Sadu's to make sure.

"Really." It was Sadu. "Like the color of--"

Kharagal whirled out from behind her hiding place and cast Bio and Miasma at the place the man's voice was. She followed it up with the spell that caused the diseases to flare up. Thunder boomed from somewhere and Kharagal saw lightning fly from Sadu's staff and into the man.

"What!?!" the man hacked out as he twitched with electrical seizures and choked on bile. "How can this body fail me so quickly?"

"I knew there was something wrong with you, the moment you came back," Sadu snarled. "Distract him for me." Sadu began gathering aether in her staff's focus, and all the khun chullu began glowing with aether as well.

The man bared his teeth at Sadu and somehow teleported behind her in a cloud of black ather. He held out a hand and begain gathering aether in it for something

No. Kharagal cast Ruin at the man which caused him to flinch long enough to close the distance between him and her. Kharagal pulled out the knife her brother had made sure she knew how to use. An elbow to the man's groin caused the man to topple over leaving him open. She sliced down the back of his knee, hoping it was enough to throw him off his balance.

It was. Kharagal had barely got off another Bio and Miasma spell when there was a shout from Sadu. Kharagal looked up to see what looked like a giant red crystal of aether bearing down on them all. Streaming up to the red crystal was aether from aether from Sadu and all the khun chullu. Before Kharagal could do anything, the crystal slammed into the ground releasing a shock-wave of heat and fire. Then there was silence.

"That was glorious!" Sadu proclaimed. She laid down in the shade of a khun chullu, panting hard. Kharagal went to sit down next to her.

Kharagal got out a water skin and took slow sips from it. "That a big enough favor for you?" She held the water skin to Sadu.

Sadu took the skin from her without even bothering to look at it and drank. "Yes." She eyed the burned remains of the body. "We'll finish burning it and head back to the khaa. We do not want to give it a chance to come back."

"You have no complaints from me there." The idea of something making use of a body was disturbing, to say the least.

Author's Notes: What's going on here is that a minor Ascian decided to possess someone and mess around with the Dotharl (and the Xaela in general hopefully). Sadu picked up on it right away, but needed someone the Ascian hadn't seen fight to be a wild card.

#ffxivwrite2019 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv fanfiction #xeala #au ra xaela #sadu #dotharl #ambush #fighting #headcanon #worldbuilding

[thewhisperedwish]

Get ready to cheer, have some beer and maybe even jeer, 'cause The Whispered Wish is putting on a show! Saturday, April 28, 2018, join us at Goblet Ward 9, Plot 43 for "Eorzea's Got Talent!" 

 From comedy duos, talented songbirds and maybe even a special scintillating dance or two, we're going all out for YOUR entertainment! Titillating host Tesh'ir Amariyo will put on his top hat and take to the stage, revealing our contestants' sob-worthy pasts, their deepest desires and maybe even what they had for breakfast! 

Judges F'lynt Strider, Maqali Qestir and Kelmarie Starsong are taking stock of our delightful performers, but will they express adoring admiration or deviously dish out dirt? You'll have to come to find out! 

And as always, our event nights are a wonderful chance to come out, enjoy the atmosphere and mingle with friends old and new! 

((We're still looking for a few performers, but we will have a setlist in stone by Friday evening. If you'd like to perform, please get in contact with the Wish via our friends discord: https://discord.gg/zzUk7r9. This is not just singing or dancing! Comedy routines, magicians, you name it! We'd even love a few people willing to dive in way over their heads with an act! Make us make you laugh!)) 

#Mateus RP #FFXIV RP #The Whispered Wish #Talent show #God these events are fun