#aureia malathar

[myreia]

She gets to be fancy sometimes. 🖤✨

#this is an accidental outtake from a different thing i was working on but i like it! #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #gpose #gposers #ffxiv wol #half-elezen #hyur midlander #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots

[sunshinemage]

yes hello @myreia i'm here for the 💜✨ romper propaganda ✨💜

#aureia malathar #oc love #things i drew #romper romper romper #i'm so #i'm so very 🥺💙

[thevikingwoman]

💕Happy Valentine’s from Meryta featuring @myreia’s Aureia 💕

(All gpose shots by @myreia expect for the last one - thank you ☺️)

#meryta khatin #aureia malathar #ffxiv #valentines

[impossible-rat-babies]

And that's a wrap for the 5th 6th year of inktober! can't believe it's been five years @-@ ty to the giveaway winners! everyone always has such pretty characters and im so happy to draw them each year ;--;

2022 2021 2020 2019 2018 2017

(left to right, top to bottom) eyrie kisne (they/they)--mine! bisha giri (she/her)--a friend emile jenidaut (he/him)--@hythlodaes avi’li sostomi (he/him)--@lilas corisande ymir (she/they) @scionshtola liori reionnen (they/she) @greyyourwarden utha ofanwytawyn (she/they/he) @gefiltefished calathana len (she/her) @harumeau thya (she/her) @astralflows charon (she/her)--mine! leida valroux (she/her) @hylfystt zori aviriq (she/her) @consulaaris d’aila liveq (she/her) @lavampira qingwan anjue (he/him) @zimmena meowdred surana (he/him) @meowww-ffxiv aureia malathar (she/her) @myreia io laithe (she/her) @coldshrugs meryta khatin (she/her) @thevikingwoman d'andala onik (she/her) @gwaha o'ravi soltholia (she/her) @the-rogue-mockingjay fyrth pershada (he/him)--a friend kirika nanami (she/her) @emotional-support-carbuncle baby mode (he/him) @fooltofancy alyzen kaide (she/her) @roguelioness zaketrin vriin (she/her) @soulventure91 rowan dane (he/him) @the-laridian tehanu (he/him) @whenyoulosesmallmind river seine (he/him) @hear-feel-think shu-8 (she/they) @wanderingbasilisk ol'ver (he/him)--mine! pollux bixby (he/him)--mine!

#myart #ffxiv #oc-tober 2023 #thank you everyone ahhhh #it was a chaotic month but nonetheless im glad i finished it out despite the delays

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XX: PRIMAL

The final day could not dawn, for there is no dawn in everlasting light. Nevertheless when the hour came, Ryne sought him out. She demanded he not go, tears brimming in her eyes. She clung to him desperately, stumbling over her words as she pressed a cartridge into his hand. Specially charged. Crafted to destroy the one they love, designed to prey on her single weakness. A single shot to the heart and it will all be over. He embraced her as he said his farewells, murmuring words of strength and courage he does not have. She will need it in the coming days. Ryne will be the last after him. The last to remain. The last to survive. He knows he will not return, and yet he must go. Some day soon—for Norvrandt’s are numbered—she will understand. And so he climbs the mountain where the primal lightwarden has made her nest. He cuts through her horde of light-corrupted minions, some distant part of his mind numbly acknowledging the twisted faces of friends he once knew. That is what she does; she does not bring death, but transposition. He does not flinch when their claws sink into him; nor does he pause when he strikes them all down. He is battered and bruised when he reaches the apex. Caked with blood and dirt, his gunblade dulled, his cartridges spent save for one. The air here is stale and still, the scent thick with the stench of primal magicks. She is nowhere to be seen. For a brief moment he wonders if he was mistaken, if she has abandoned her home. His heart beats. One, two. One, two. Blood pulsing in his veins, fear and hope and love thumping in his ears. The last shred of his humanity, and he is oh so alive— The creature with Aureia’s face bursts from below, a storm of ice and fire suspended in each hand. Her eyes glow vermilion in twisted mimicry of her natural deep red. Wings of darkness and light in perfect unison, an equilibrium she never achieved when she lived. Hair purged to white as it had been when she was first infected, the red streaks the only remnants of what it once was. Fingers turned to talons soaked in blood. So familiar, yet so alien—she has become a warped fracture of herself, everything he loved about her burnt out of her by blazing light.   He raises his blade and steels his mind. He has come here to slay her. All it takes is one shot. A shot he does not make. Time slows when the end comes, the passage of his mortal life stretched out in perpetuity. Her claws are a vice grip on his chin, the power of her magic scalding his eyes. She holds him in her unblinking ruby gaze as if transfixed, some memory within her ascended mind recalling what he was to her. He wishes for her to end it. If he but moves just a little… her claws would cut his throat… and he would deprive her of her greatest desire. But as he knows, she does not kill, she transforms. Even in this form her love for him burns fiercely. More fiercely than he can comprehend. It washes over him, powerful, overwhelming, the command to submit tugging at his mind, silencing the purpose he came to this mountain to fulfill— It is all gone in a burst of blue and red. Defeat has never tasted so sickeningly sweet.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #sin eater #lightwarden #thancred waters #wolcred #fatebreaker #ffxiv wol #half-elezen #hyur midlander #shadowbringers #aureia malathar #myreia screenshots #oc tag #lightwarden au has me by the throat BYE #shadowbringers spoilers

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY IX: SUN

Wherever she treads, the stories grow—like blossoming wildflowers to some, like weeds to others. To her enemies she is the soldier, the warrior, a weapon forged in the blazing crucible of Garlemald’s military, stolen by their foes and unleashed to bring doom upon them. To her allies she is the saviour, the guardian, a shining beacon sent to shield them from harm. But regardless of where she goes or which story she embodies, there is always one constant: she is a daughter of the dark burning bright, with the power to harness the sun’s flames.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #gpose #gposers #hyur midlander #half-elezen #ffxiv wol #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots #i have too many fire weapons #this weapon is great! have you considered adding more fire?

[myreia]

☾ Unchanging, Everchanging

Thank you so much to @sunshinemage for this wonderful portrait of Aureia and Thancred in Lakeland. 💜💙🩵

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv wol #thancred waters #wolcred #i love them so much ahhhhhhhh #they're so soft and gentle #this is such a good moment for them 🥺 #also aur's buff arms and the lakeland scenery #and i swear you have drawn the prettiest thancred i have ever seen and i love him so much #thank you!!!! 💖💖💖 #aureia malathar #oc tag #oc art

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY I: START

Thanalan wasn’t part of the plan. Not originally. When she fled Garlemald her sole purpose was to get as far away from it as possible, to go somewhere she couldn’t be followed. The desire—though fervent—was an impossibility. Gil got in the way. She scraped together enough on the road to make it as far as Ul’dah and no further. The sands, the dust, the oppressively hot air… The throngs of people moving about at all times of day. Though she was just one more face in the crowd, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. How long would it be until they came for her? And if they didn’t, how long until someone in this city recognized her for what she was? But the moment she feared never came. And some days—as she began to learn the rhythms of the city, the pulse of life that beats in the streets, the discordant cacophony that rings from the depths of the Coliseum to the heights of the Royal Promenade—it was enough to feel the warmth of the vivid sun on her face.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #hyur midlander #half-elezen #ffxiv wol #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XIII: WHAT IF...?

The wedding of Aymeric de Borel and his beloved Aureia Malathar is a grand affair. Expensive, intricate, elaborate—how could it not, with both of them such central figures to Ishgard’s history? It is said that though the bride and groom preferred something small and intimate, there are certain demands placed on them by the High Houses. Besides, the city revelled in a reason to celebrate. It isn’t simply a wedding, but an acknowledgement of the ties that bind. Ishgard to the Alliance, Elezen to Hyur, lowborn to highborn… Aureia’s half-elezen heritage is well-known, and though she wasn’t born of the Brume she has come to represent it. As for him? He is simply overjoyed to have her at his side. She stole his heart years ago and he has fought valiantly with every waking breath to keep it. He is as devoted to her as he is to his country. For her? Her happiness is tinged with a bittersweet melancholy she cannot shake. She loves him, yes, but she has hurt him deeply, too. Rather than relinquish the last shreds of their shattered relationship, they chose to repair it together. To overcome and move forwards, hand in hand. Was it the right choice? She doesn’t know, and it is a doubt she now must forfeit. But as she walks the steps of the Vault, wedding bells jarring in her ears, and treads the path where Haurchefant’s blood once gleamed in the setting sun, she wonders what she has forsaken to achieve her heart’s desire.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #gpose #gposers #aymeric de borel #wolmeric #heavensward #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots #what if aureia stayed with him and their relationship didn't fall apart...? #honestly i'm just spinning my ships around at lightspeed and rattling my cage

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY II: FAITH

In the beginning she had no faith. Gods—primals, eikons, whatever they happened to be named—were nothing more than supernatural beings crafted from the pursuit of a single-minded goal. Limitless in the power, yet chained by the restrictions of their nature. If there was a time she believed it was a brief and precious thing. Fleeting hope that there was a reason for all of this. But in the end, that hope was extinguished, exchanged for the harsh reality of truth. She finds herself torn in two, between the one who wishes fervently to believe that Her love is true, and the one that cannot accept it in the face of all that has been wrought. She will never know if they felt the same. The other women who have channeled Hydaelyn’s voice. The friend who remains. The friend who was lost. The adoptive daughter living apart on another shard. Strange that she—the one She waited millennia for—is the one who is faithless. Resentful. And yet she will walk the path set before her and finish what was started. It is the promise she made Her. They are bound together, after all. Not by choice, but by circumstance and paradox and the shackles of time. The only power that reaches beyond divinity.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #hyur midlander #half-elezen #ffxiv wol #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots #endwalker #endwalker spoilers

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XXVI: SOFT

Snow falls in Ishgard. Aureia smiles and raises her hand, enchanted. Aymeric catches her, and in the privacy of this empty garden walk, he risks pressing his hands to her waist and pulling her close. He kisses the top of her head, smiling as she watches the large flakes melt on her fingertips. It has been some time since he has seen her so delighted. So happy. Two years into their relationship and already they have faced more trials than they can count. Some days he wishes they could leave it all behind—the duties, the politics, the fates of nations. But just as she is magnetically pulled from one crisis to another, so he is to Ishgard’s future.   The romantic in him daydreams of elopement, though he knows without a doubt that is an impossibility. He would marry her in a heartbeat if it was what she wanted, but she has made her feelings on the matter clear. Marriage is not for her. Much to the disapproval of both Count Edmont de Fortemps and the House of Lords. It is in moments like this when he wonders who she would be if she did not carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. If someone else took up her mantle. There’s a gentleness in her as soft as the freshly fallen snow that she rarely shows. Is it exhausting, he wonders, keeping that part of her tucked away? He is grateful she trusts him enough to be this vulnerable with him, and yet he fervently wishes it wasn’t so secret. So hidden. She is so much more than the warrior, but she doesn’t seem to know it yet.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #aymeric de borel #wolmeric #ffxiv wol #half-elezen #hyur midlander #heavensward #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XVIII: SHARD

Azem. A part of her has been numb since first she heard those fateful syllables, her restless mind returning again and again to the same questions. How much of her is… well… her? And how much of it is another? Are the decisions she makes truly her own? Do they come from her own judgement? Or is she simply a puppet dancing on the strings, her actions—even her damn personality—an echo of the woman who came before her? She knows both too little and too much about her, this woman of the ancient past. The progenitor of not only Aureia herself, but Ardbert, too, and countless others whose names and faces she will never know. A single soul broken to pieces like shards of a shattered mirror, forever reflecting what it once was.   Emet-Selch could never see her as her own person, holding her up as an impure shadow of the beloved sister he lost. Venat loved her, so deeply and fervently it transcended the course of twelve thousand years and re-shaped the universe, and yet she could never reconcile whether that love was for her as herself or if it was for the soul her body housed. Even Lahabrea saw something of Azem in her once long ago, twisted though it had become. A sliver of his former lover, flaring deep within the heart of the woman loved by the victim he possessed. Perhaps that’s what stayed his hand when he had the killing blow that night in the Praetorium. At most, she has a name and a handful of anecdotes. Iphigeneia. Scholar, traveller, a sorceress of eld with the power of the sun in her eyes. The connection between them—past and present, Ancient and Sundered—is a paradox. An enigma. She yearns to know more. She desires to know nothing. And despite it all, she is left to wonder… would she be proud of her?

#queueing my azem's complicated lore at an ungodly hour don't mind me #febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #azem #ffxiv wol #half-elezen #hyur midlander #endwalker #endwalker spoilers #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XXI: SEASON

In winter, an encounter.

He finds her. Or she finds him. Stumbling her way through the back alleys of the Brume, lugging a greatsword twice her size—Fray’s greatsword—on her back. He is furious with her then, this stranger who burst into his and Rielle’s lives unwanted and unasked, dragging the asinine politics of Ishgard—and the weight of the world—with her. She claims to be a mage, yet cannot spark a whiff of magic. Until her rage takes her. Until she gives herself to the Abyss. Then it comes surging out of her, setting her blade—that blade, cursed blade, holding so many memories—aflame with violet violence. The all-consuming depths of fury and wrath burning, burning, burning, and yet at its core, a gentle warmth. A tender flame. She loves as deeply as she has been hurt, and she is the last to recognize it. This time with her is short. Brief. A moment crystalized in the Coerthan snows. When it is over and she is gone, ascending to the heights of the Pillars with her Scions and her High Houses and whatever other political machinations she has gotten herself involved in, he knows he may never see her again. He wishes he would. For Rielle’s sake, of course.

In spring, a reunion.

It has not been that long. Her hair is longer now, growing out from the shorn cut she told him she gave herself. He does not ask about Ishgard. He does not ask about the Lord Commander, her apparent paramour. Her life has moved on, higher and higher, and the stories he hears of her feel distant from the person he knows her as. They take Rielle to Gridania, soaking in the spring sun and the loamy scent of new growth. In her company, Rielle is happier than he has ever seen her. He is thankful.

In summer, a journey.

It has been two years since he saw her last. She is different now—the fury and the rage diminished to weary numbness. The red streaks have returned to her hair, she is no longer dyeing it. Perhaps she no longer feels the need to hide, to meet the expectations set on her. She is more honest, more raw… He fears something has happened. Something she will not speak of. She puts on a brave face, but inside she is as broken as her shattered soul crystal. As they traverse the scorching russet landscape of Gyr Abania, he wonders how much of this is an escape for her. An escape from her duties, an escape from her role. The further they go, the more she opens up, telling him things in confidence she has not shared with any other. It is on an achingly normal day when the realization hits. A stop by the river, where they set their blades aside and strip down to their underthings to enjoy the cool, refreshing water. As he sits on the bank, pale skin burning in the hot sun, and she looks back at him with that gentle smile… Ah, shit.

In autumn, love.

It starts in an inn on the road to Coerthas. Rielle tucked away for an early night, the pair of them retiring to his room after one too many dark looks from the other patrons. Two dark knights in the darkest corner of the tavern were bound to attract attention. Perhaps drink is to blame for their actions, perhaps not—that first night is a blur of many things unsaid coming to fruition—regardless, the end result is the same. Love that blazes darker than the abyss in their hearts. It’s a poor decision on both their parts. This thing between them—the seed for it sown years ago in bloodstained snows, only to bloom now at the worst possible time—is precious and fragile and must needs be sheltered from the tempest of her life. She is torn in so many directions—Alliance, Scions, Garlemald, friends, allies, enemies, all devouring pieces of her until there is nothing left. He swears he will not place those demands on her. He has become the eye of the hurricane, the calm before the storm. It’s the least he can give her. This happiness is not forever. They know they must relinquish it when they reach their destination. For everything there is a season. And for every season—as certain as the falling leaves—there comes an end.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #sidurgu orl #sidwol #ffxiv wol #half-elezen #hyur midlander #heavensward #stormblood #aureia malathar #myreia screenshots #oc tag

[myreia]

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favour fire.

Thank you so much to @commander-sarahs-art for this gorgeous portrait of my Warrior of Light, Aureia.

#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxiv wol #warrior of light #ffxiv art #aureia malathar #oc tag #oc art

[myreia]

That's a wrap on Febhyurary!

I'm a bit late since I got behind due to life events, but I'm really happy I completed the challenge. I haven't done a gpose challenge like this before, so it was fun working off the prompts and conceptualizing different ideas. I tried to strike a balance between scenes and aesthetic impressions, but I think I definitely leaned more towards scene work in the end. Adding the minifics was delightful, and I had just as much fun writing those as I did making the gposes.

I think I leaned a little more into my Wolcred ship than I intended initially (got Thancred spinning pretty hard around my brain in the back half of February, as you do, so - not surprising!!). I'm really happy with how this series became a snapshot of Aureia's 10 year journey from pre-ARR to post-ENW. I'll be posting these as a series on AO3 in a little bit, reorganized in chronological order.

The whole series can be found here under my febhyurary 2024 tag.

Thanks to @mythandral for sharing eliara_wol's prompt list from twitter!

Some personal favourites:

✦ Day 2: Faith ✦ Day 7: Voice ✦ Day 9: Sun ✦ Day 10: Dragon ✦ Day 13: What If…? ✦ Day 14: Date ✦ Day 16: Secret ✦ Day 19: Memory ✦ Day 20: Primal ✦ Day 21: Season ✦ Day 23: Enemy ✦ Day 27: Journey ✦ Day 28: New Adventure

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #hyur midlander #half-elezen #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots #a realm reborn #heavensward #stormblood #shadowbringers #endwalker #shadowbringers spoilers #endwalker spoilers

[myreia]

FEBHYURARY XV: GROUP

For the seventh time that week, the unwanted group saunters into the Noumenon like they own the place and begin—yet again—what has become a familiar argument to the librarian’s ears. The racket the Warrior of Light and the Leveilleur twins make is unsuitable and inappropriate, arguing for hours about the state of the strange, sickly carbuncle trailing after her. And, of course, when they eventually leave in a flurry of short-tempered words to seek “some air”, they leave behind a pile of books none of them bothered to return to the shelves. And that’s to say nothing of the Archon who trails after them seemingly out of obligation, an amused smile on his face. He has fallen asleep during their arguments more than once. This must not be his area of expertise. Oddly, the runty carbuncle with the muted colours seems fond of him. The situation makes little sense to the librarian. The Warrior of Light is said to be a talented mage, and yet she cannot grasp even the basics of summoning. It seems the Leveilleur twins are keen to help her resolve this issue, and yet… There is far more arguing and debating amongst the shelves than research and study. Good thing she isn’t Sharlayan. She would never survive the Studium.

#febhyurary #febhyurary 2024 #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #gpose #gposers #thancred waters #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #carbuncle #ffxiv wol #hyur midlander #half-elezen #endwalker #aureia malathar #oc tag #myreia screenshots