#arya gastaurknan

[azemessence]

Daughter Adoption Simulator

(Based on this old art I did!)

#myshots #ffxiv #ryne waters #arya gastaurknan #rielle de caulignont #oc: Kalic'to Kaatya

[sayonaramidnight]

💪

#thanalan tinies #arya gastaurknan #femroe #stronk!

[calico-heart]

I think Arya from the RDM quests and Alphinaud would make a cute couple and its been stealing my focus today so here's my pitch for how they get going:

He's a painter, her epithet at least is "The Painter."

She hangs around Revenant's Toll and The Seventh Heaven tavern in between Red Mage capers and from dialogue seems to get to know everyone there pretty well. So it makes perfect sense they'd at least see each other around. Doubly so if the WoL is around to introduce them.

They're both pretty mannerly, but she has a bit of spiciness to her that would probably be familiar and remind Alphinaud of the women in his life who helped shape him - his mother and sister.

Alisaie and Arya would get on like a house fire, and Alisaie might reasonably take it upon herself to help Arya train while X'rhun is traveling. They're gonna need a healer, Alphinaud 😔

Let me recruit her as a Scion Yoshi P PLEASE

#ffxiv #arya gastaurknan #alphinaud

[st4rd1ver]

He was later carried home and unceremoniously flopped onto their couch to sleep if off.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #gpose #final fantasy 14 #elezen wol #wolship #arya gastaurknan #midlander hyur #hyur midlander #wol x npc #wolxnpc

[strwpup]

#my post #job quest polls #ffxiv #ffxiv black mage #ffxiv red mage #ffxiv summoner #ffxiv blue mage #lalai lai #lalai ffxiv #zhai'a nelhah #shatotto ffxiv #x'rhun tia #arya gastaurknan #y'mhitra rhul #dancing wolf #martyn goodfellow #royse royle #the tribe guys count for blm i just didn't think anyone would be looking for them #i accidentally made my tank poll only one day but it got 3x the votes of the healer poll

[lookbluesoup]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @adventuresofmeghatron , thank you! :D

Here's a rough bit from a third chapter I've been slowwwwly chipping away at for Bitter Bitter Bitter

She returned to the inn to gather her things. X’rhun did not appear to have followed her, and Arya was already asleep. Lyrha didn’t wake her.  It wasn’t the first time she’d had to vanish in the night like a bitter wind.  In a short few minutes, everything was gathered. She left her sword behind. Taking it had been her first impulse; she could use the protection out on the road. But X’rhun had given it to her as a Red Mage. And whatever he might think was in her heart, his esteem could only go as far as his ignorance. She wasn’t like him. Not even a little bit. The agony of it would eat her alive if she stayed. If she had to look at that crooked blade for another godsdamned minute she might scream. Or something else regrettable. Pausing in the doorway, she stared very hard at the battered adobe floor in front of her, fighting the urge to give a last look back at Arya. Leaving without a goodbye…

I will taaaag @seasaltandcopper @traveleorzea @boggleoflight and anyone else who sees this and has a WIP to share!

#wip #my wip #ffxiv #arya gastaurknan #text #wip wednesday

[autumnslance]

Bearing Sins of the Past Ch 8 Understanding

“You’re still handling this better than I did,” he said.

“That’s a low bar.”

He huffed out a laugh. “True, and I know it.” He idly rubbed her left arm as they continued to sit, the sun setting slowly. “Can’t stay up here all night, though.”

“Technically, we can.”

“Yes, but Thancred might try to scale the tower if you do. Urianger and Y’shtola might make the token effort to restrain him, but then they’ll be taking bets on how long he takes to fall and crack his stubborn skull.”

“You’re the worst.”

“And yet you insist upon my company.”

“You came up here to find me.”

“Because you shouldn’t be alone right now. I know.”

Chapter 8 Understanding is live!

Aeryn has need of some brotherly understanding and looking-out. What she has is Estinien; good thing he has some experiences to draw on.

Cameos by a certain damn rogue and some Job pals that hang around the Toll.

And a link to a certain silly edit I did during the original prompts month.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #Lyn Edits #Bearing Sins of the Past #Revenant's Toll #Estinien Varlineau #Thancred Waters #Arya Gastaurknan #Aeryn Striker

[lost-tales-ffxiv]

Arya Gastaurknan

#ffxiv #arya gastaurknan #or really an AU version of her that I have to write the story for one day #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy xiv

[arianeoftheglade]

Ariane and Arya ❤

She has a habit of adopting little siblings.

#arya gastaurknan #ari in hw #ariane & arya #red mage quests #ffxiv #arya ffxiv

[lynbeck]

I LOVED THE RED MAGE FAMILY

#storm plays ffxiv #ffxiv #x'rhun tia #especially arya I loved her so much #my child. my daughter. in 10 levels im coming back for the rest of your quests #i can't wait to see what happens... #they were so good... #arya gastaurknan #iyrnbroda posting

[azemessence]

FFXIV, Daughter Adoption Simulator

#ryne waters #arya gastaurknan #rielle de caulignont #oc: Vhel An-Kiet #myart #ffxiv

[sayonaramidnight]

Ship watching.

#a new adventure on the horizon? #perhaps #FFXIV red mage #thanalan tinies #x'rhun tia #arya gastaurknan #I think this is gonna be helvi's dawntrail outfit

[thecrimsonexplorer]

Shared it on Tw*tter already, but it needs to be shared here! Lots of thanks to @lazymimium for this amazing piece <3.

#arya gastaurknan #ffxiv #rdm #red mage #wol #wolship #wol/npc

[st4rd1ver]

Rotating them in my mind like a rotisserie chicken

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #gpose #final fantasy 14 #elezen wol #wolship #elezen #arya gastaurknan #arya #red mage #ffxiv red mage

[edbydawn]

Only 3 jobs left! We’re in the home stretch gang!

#Arya Gastaurknan #x'rhun tia #red mage #ffxiv art #ffxivtober #oc: kumokiri #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14

[lookbluesoup]

It Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Characters: Arya Gastaurknan & I'lryha, mentions X'rhun Tia Rating: T Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whump, PTSD, Panic Attack, Broken bone, Slavery mention Summary: After an attack on a pirate-slaver goes awry, Lyrha is faced with a potentially permanent injury and fears she may never be worthy of the Red. But Arya isn't about to abandon her fellow apprentice to despair. Also on Ao3!

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A vague greyness had settled over Lyrha’s mood in the days that followed her ill-concieved solitary assault on the pirate king Baagvai’s crew. And it was ill-concieved, she could see, now that scarlet rage didn’t blind her to all except the promise of vengeance. 

She’d rushed headlong into danger, into the very nest of her foe where his strength was greatest and his allies close at hand. Alone. 

Baagvai had smiled his crooked smile and called her ‘Kitten’ and in that instant she’d no longer been I’lyrha of Vermillion Wind, but I’lyrha the slave child. I’lyrha the slaver queen. Full of rage and vacant of the discipline X’rhun had laboured so hard to instill in her. No match for the monster who still haunted her hopes and dreams.

Lyrha’s dull green eyes drifted down to her wrist, bandaged and splinted. The healers had done their best, but even with magic it remained to be seen whether the bones would set right. She might never hold a sword again. 

Baagvai had, with very little strain, jeopardized Lyrha’s entire future. She’d be locked in one of his slave cells now if not for X’rhun and Arya… and when they’d stormed the ship to aid Lyrha, they’d nearly been taken into thrall, too. 

She shut her eyes. Felt another tremor wrack through her, and wished those would stop. Her bed was comfortable. Sunlight and birdsong came through the windows. The blankets were warm. There was no danger here. And still… she trembled.

It was a few minutes more when the sound of footsteps and a knock on the door twisted her ear. 

“It’s me.” Came a refined, feminine voice.

Lyrha considered not answering, but, slowly, flopped her head back down on the pillow and replied in a coarser, less fanciful brogue, “Hey, Little Sister.”

The hinges creaked faintly, and Arya’s pale, soft features peeked through. Her blonde hair was tied back, and her blue eyes creased over a smile without a hint of resentment. “Would you like some company?”

After a few heartbeats, Lyrha flicked the tip of her tail in assent. 

Arya stepped in quietly, smile faltering a little at Lyrha’s inanimation. “...Have you seen X’rhun today?” The younger girl asked pleasantly, hands tugging at the red hems of her short skirt.

“Not since night before last.” Not since he’d made his feelings about Lyrha’s half-cocked assault abundantly clear, and then marched off in a crimson storm.

“…Oh.” Arya’s heartbeat sped up a little, easy for a miqo’te to discern.

Lyrha’s ears flattened at the sound, but she still didn’t bother looking directly at her companion.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Arya hummed a little, “Well, he knows you’re in good care, and wants you to rest.”

“So you’ve seen him, eh?

Arya hesitated long enough that it was an answer in and of itself. 

“…He’s still angry with me.” Lyrha lamented blandly. 

Brows pinching with worry, Arya frowned, “I — I don’t think he’s angry. He… he seemed…”

“Angry.” Lyrha repeated. 

Arya shook her head, mouth opening for a moment with no words. Then, “You know how – intense he can be. He was scared for you. We just need to give him some time.”

Another wave of trembling rolled through Lyrha, and she grit her teeth, willing it to fade. It was a plea that went unanswered. 

“I’lyrha? Are you – is it your injuries?” Arya asked, a nervous hand to her lips.

Lyrha hissed and shook her head. “It’s just cold in ‘ere.”

It wasn’t. 

“You might have a fever –” Arya shifted, reaching for her companion’s brow.

Lyrha swatted it away, “Little Sister, you shouldn’t have come. You should be angry, too.” Anger would make sense, after Lyrha had so recklessly put them all at risk.

A brief, too perceptive pause. Arya folded her arms. “Well I’m not. Nor do I think it’s doing you any good to sit around, moping.”

Ears pinned, Lyrha stared pointedly at her splinted arm. “I’m not moping. I’m resting.”

“That pirate broke your arm, your legs still work just fine. If X’rhun was here–”

“Well he’s not.” Lyrha snapped, meaner than she’d intended. She turned harshly on the bed to face away from Arya.

A pause. Lyrha’s tail flickered back and forth with blatant agitation. The corners of her eyes burned. He wasn’t here, and it was her fault. 

All for nothing, too. Baagvai still walked free - only now he had a reason to hunt her. 

Lyrha was crippled. It would take weeks to know if the damage would be permanent.

And X’rhun may have finally had enough of her unruly temperament. 

She shut her eyes tight.

“If I’d just kept my head–” She confessed, only to stagger off, brow furrowed with hostile grief. “I got too angry. I’m always too fuckin’ angry, and X’rhun knows it. He’s right. It’s not worthy of the Red.”

Arya gaped. Lyrha couldn’t see it, curled into herself with her back turned, but she’d heard that little inhale plenty of times before. 

And then something happened that she did not expect.

The weight on the bed shifted. Arya’s hand brushed over Lyrha’s waist. Suddenly she was being pulled into a tight hug from behind. 

Fur fluffing out, Lyrha felt a growl bubble in her throat.

Arya didn’t retreat. Just pressed her forehead to the space between Lyrha’s shoulders, and held her there in a firm embrace. “Don’t say such cruel things.” The girl’s voice cracked.

“It ain’t cruel if it’s the truth.” Lyrha answered, teeth bared under slitted eyes. Agitation stung. 

“It isn’t true.” Arya asserted. “You belong here, just as much as X’rhun. One defeat doesn’t change that, does it?”

Little Sister wasn’t soft, but there was a lot about the world she didn’t know. Some things you just couldn’t explain to a person. Certain realities had to be experienced to be understood. So Lyrha held her tongue and kept the horrors locked away inside. 

For a while, the room remained draped in dreary quiet, except for the thrumming of their hearts.

But Arya kept ahold of her, until the tension in Lyrha’s shoulders eased somewhat. 

After another moment,  Little Sister reached through the silence. “Killing that pirate… it’ll help protect people. Other girls like you and me.” She said quietly, “But it won’t change what’s already happened. I — I think that’s what X’rhun was trying to tell you, before. If all you can see is what’s behind, you’ve taken your eyes off the foe in front of you.”

“…I know.” Lyrha answered limply, though Rhun’s words had been far less kind, and the sharp set to his shoulders when he turned away from her had become a wound all its own to endure. 

The mush of Arya’s nose against Lyrha’s back followed. “He told us. Red Mages defend the defenseless, with Heart and Steel. You didn’t break your oath, I’lryha. Even – even if the person you were trying to save was yourself, the child you once were. She deserved protection. And you still do, now.”

A sudden, bright flare of sick curdled her gut, and Lyrha shut her eyes. Fought herself. Tears fell again. A sniffle gave her away. 

Arya tugged closer.

Sobs followed, the kind that shook Lyrha all over. She didn’t have the fortitude to stopper it. Chest-wrenching, stomach churning, violent pain left her dizzy with grief. 

She wept for the child she had been and the woman she became. Right now, they were one and the same. 

For everything she’d lost and everything she’d taken. Debts that couldn’t be repaid. 

For her foolishness, for her hopes. Parts of her she couldn’t expunge. 

For the gentle touch of Little Sister, who chose love over hate so intuitively, in a way Lyrha didn’t know how to mimic, least of all toward her own self. Least of all now.  

Arya held her through all of that, too.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #arya gastaurknan #fanfic #my fanfic #lyrha #red mage #hurt/comfort