#vyras

[xviicprc]

i love shadowbringers so much

#ffxiv #ff14 #ff14 art #my art #xviicprc art #final fantasy #fray myste #dark knight #shadowbringers #ardbert hylfyst #wol #warrior of light #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #vyra haragin #au'ra wol #au'ra xaela #ffxiv wol #ffxiv art #good lord how many variant tags does this game have #i love shb i legit was lifechanging

[cindernet-explorer]

Taking a crack at the Pirate AU that's been going around.

A'vyra, the lookout. Oketra, the shantyman. U'nia, the ship's cook.

#viera #duskwight #xaela #miqo'te #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #pirate au #vyra get down from there!!!! #Screens: U'nia Redfeather #Screens: A'vyra Mitu #Screens: Oketra

[profanetools]

some misc telvanni wizard-lord headcanons:

these guys suck. we know that's canon, but let's reiterate. they are terrible!

telvanni wizard-lords live for potentially thousands of years. for the commoner, this has the advantage of: stability! less warring and politicking about inheritance squabbles, because they've got like, thousands of years to sort that out. (instead, the warring and politicking is about petty spats and eight hundred year old feuds. you're welcome).

this also has the disadvantage of: oh god, your wizard-lord is a great wizard, but oh god, a terrible ruler, and you're fucking stuck with him until someone with a big enough ball of magic can knock them out.

as a result, you will be surprised by how loyal Telvanni commoners can be to a wizard-lord who is a competent ruler.

sometimes (often) this is worked around by delegating to 'people competent at running the day-to-day'. mouths are one example. but often the foremen running telvanni households actually attain a lot of political importance as they have a lot of sway despite technically being servants - they keep an eye on crucial things like trade, what the house produces vs. what it needs, and deal with a lot of the fiercly independent farmers, traders, and mercenaries who like to hide out in rugged telvanni territory, esp. on the mainly.

as a result, who is foreman actually becomes a more pressing inheritance issue. A smart wizard-lord, esp. one who likes to delegate, chooses this wisely - often it's kept in the family, and generations of servants work for the same Telvanni lord.

this still leaves the issue of: who comes next, after the wizard-lord kicks the bucket? esp. given that magical power is a pre-requisite to inheritance

telvanni houses deal with this issue differently. some v. much keep it in the family and invest a lot of resources and time into training their offspring to be powerful and competent mages - house sotha, I like to imagine, was in this category (making its destruction more devastating, in some ways). others will adopt promising apprentices that show sufficient nous and skill. a few houses have a tradition of matricide/patricide - that once an heir is competent enough, they will challenge their parent for the tower - and in a few cases, this extends to cousins, nieces/nephews, and so on. other wizard-lords imagine themselves as the first and last of their line - and will do ridiculous things to ensure that. blood relation, it seems, is by no means the priority here.

this is complicated by the traditions of wizard-duels as well as wizard-coups. often, after an heir takes their place, they will be challenged by a number of people - especially if their inheritance is seen as contentious, if they lack respect from the household, if they lack connections or prominence. sometimes, in contested cases it is even seen as more beneficial to not be named the heir, and to challenge the new wizard-lord after they've faced off against a long line of challenges.

despite often having a loosey-goosey relationship to what a 'relative' is, telvanni are as strongly rooted in the practice of ancestor worship as much as any velothi. often televanni wizard-lords, who see their living relatives as rivals, will have far stronger relations with the dead ancestors, seeing them as a wealth of strength and wisdom that they draw from and are the latest, strongest incarnation of. these ancestors are often not blood relatives, but rather, the wizard-lords who preceded them.

some cool things emerge from this: house specific spells and magical practices, for one. some telvanni houses can perform magical feats that no one else on tamriel can (yet) accomplish, and they keep the secrets of how to attain these powers to the grave.

#been thinking about these losers a lot since i'm writing so much vyra stuff recently

[charsoamerican]

Graysons our first major characterrrr

#the inheritance games #jennifer lynn barnes #booklr #avery kylie grambs #grayson hawthorne #the grandest game #the hawthorne vault #Vyra Kane

[zeravmeta]

its literally all about how his eyes look like voids because young moriarty is just playing at being evil only old moriarty has color in his eyes because thats when hes actually alive being evil isnt something inherent its a choice and its only when moriarty realized that to complete his formula he would need to become evil is when he is truly evil and thus alive

#i have a thing for eyes bc of danganronpa and i fucking Looooove these eyes #i love the pattern edge swirl that melts into nothing at the center its sooooooooo #fgo #zerav meta #fate grand order #moriarty #vyra this one goes out to you lmaooooo

[vyragosa]

i said i won't be spitballing BUT☝

i got practical jokes and art to make.

#everyone: ok hi vyra #me sniffling: right oomfies i miss yall quite actually

[queenofnohr]

we can never go back, not ever again

a commission I got from the wonderful @vyragosa depicting a wistful Asha and Aias reflecting on things that are lost, never to be retrieved 

#ffxiv au ra #ffxiv viera #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #wolship #evidence of a love that transcends hunger #your name like a song i sing to myself #the second brightest star in the sky #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa it took me so long to post bc i think i was scared of spoiling people lol #even though i comm'd it after the spoiler ban was lifted #but anyway aaaaaaaaa im so in love with it still 🥺🥺🥺 #the gentle colors the way asha and aias are *looking* at each other #the flowing robes are so fuwafuwa its soooooooooo nice #the hands. the hands. the hands kill me every time truly no one does yearning in hand gestures quite like vyra does 🥺 #also i wanted to scream more about moros and ajax aka their unsundered selves before posting but that never happened LOL #everything about this is so so wistful it makes my heart hurt #you all should open image in a new tab to really see everything

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

gonna do the Wrathion n Vyranoth quests tonight

I'll cry if it doesn't mention that Vyranoth operated one of the Primalist spy/sabotage networks during the War of the Scaleborn, because not only would that be a massive missed opportunity for them to bond over the same hat, it'll just cement that that novel was a waste of the paper it was printed on.

#though that entire plot was somewhat of a fever dream #'drakes (who are at best treated as being teenagers and at worse as children in the novel) were utilized as spies/sabotage agents by vyra' #vyranoth after coming out of her coma: 'i dont think we should be mean to gerithus hes just a child ;/' #GIRL YOU ARE THE ONE PRIMAL INCARNATE WHO USED CHILD SOLDIERS IN THE WAR

[mercvyra]

💞

#silverv #female v #fem v #johnny silverhand #cp 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #vyra #album

[cow-stealin-gal]

@draco-the-chaos-dragon

A half-assed page 2

#comic sketch #DRACO V VYRA

[reematheroamer]

I made a dark urge and i do not care of the atrocities she commits, i love her.

~vyra~

(Mods: hair, head, outfit 1, outfit 2, makeup, tattoo. Also using reshade and the cinematic tool ^^)

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #dark urge #but while shes resisting the urge to bite kill murder maim destroy #i am resisting the urge to fuck minthara #so im going for a good playthrough lmao #bg3 mods #rr vyra #screenshots

[xviicprc]

I love you, Dark Knight

#xviicprc art #my art #final fantasy 14 #fray myste #sidurgu orl #final fantasy xiv #warrior of light #vyra haragin #rielle de caulignont #featuring again my fray hcs #ffxiv esteem #ffxiv wol #wol #final fantasy #ff14 #ffxiv #fray ffxiv

[kagrena]

VYRA

When you come to, it's after four thousand years of being stuck while the whole world's been spinning around you, and you barely recognise a thing. They don't recognise you, either. You're not the half-wild dwemer bastard daughter of some Telvanni wizard-lord, nor are you the architect formerly known as Rzarak, fallen from grace. You don't know if you can go back to being Vyra Rzarak Demnevanni. Maybe some clans can continue on like nothing happened, go back to their workshops where the tones stopped singing so long ago, but you -- you were determined to go your own way, to make something of yourself without the choirs and the clans chiefs trying to figure out what to do with you, without the acolytes who wanted to rip out your throat and the bell towers ringing your name and the half-dozen mentors who scratched their heads because you, Vyra, you could be something brilliant -- when you weren't being difficult, which was all the damn time. You'd taken one good, long look at that world -- and you'd left it all behind.

But not without having it all first. It was the Brass Architect herself who'd gotten through to you, after all, who'd seen you as more than 'trouble', and whipped you into shape. She'd taken one look at the engine in your big old brain, fed it the nuts and bolts of tonal theory, and got it to work, got you to work, got you to love, got you to hunger, and you grew. You grew until you towered over everyone else, one of the brightest minds of your generation, right until you were shining at the top of the spire. Introduced you to the big names, to the players and shakers, to Chief Architect themselves, who picked as one of their favourites - and they did pick favourites among acolytes, that was no secret. Yes, you were good. And once you realised exactly what you were reaching for, you wanted none of it.

The Numidium Project would ruin you all.

You had told people - you'd yelled your damn lungs out - that it was all no good, that it was all was rotten to the core, years before anyone else did. You brought it to the Grand Debate, where you were scolded like a child, and got ousted from Grand Chamber by the Chief Architect herself, who'd carved you up into little pieces and served them up to applause - but by the grace of the very same Chief Architect, you had not fallen fully from your previous stature. No, you'd been offered some write-off tonal engineer position in a minor outpost where you couldn't cause any more 'upsets' nor rouse any other 'upstarts'.

'She didn't want this to happen, Zakya. She's already overcome with grief,' you were told, by the woman you'd considered more than a mother, like you were already dead.

So you left.

You left the only world you knew and you spent forty years being raw and furious with the open skies and roads before you. You cut your hair and shaved your beard, threw out every precise instrument you'd ever touched for netch leather and a well-oiled crossbow. You cut yout hair and ran a caravan from Nchumzel to Tel Enora to half-way across Tamriel that you stashed with knock-off brass implements and any runaway who could pull their weight on your pathetic, wretched father's guilt money and you hated everything and everyone you saw along the way. You cut your hair and it always grew back long and thick and curly, no matter how savagely you cut it. You cut your hair and rode out your rage, tear up the road and everything on it, until the end--

-- until the Call came --

And 'I was right,' turns out to be no comfort at all, not even a bitter one, when the world's rolled on past you, and you haven't changed a bit.

Except that your hair's grown back.

You've realised you miss your grandparents. Even though they died fifty -- four thousand and fifty -- years ago. And you'll never see your cunt of a father again -- more's the fucking pity -- nor your half-brother, unless you waste half a funeral at an ancestral -- shit, what's the word for those things? Shrine?

Your hair's long past that feeling of fresh-cut grass and is beginning to curl around your ears. It itches.

You on keep counting their names. Lyr, the stable kid sweetheart who liked your guar -- you'd let her name them, Mistymuck and Needle and Calamity, that last one you both had a soft spot for -- she'd liked them far more than she ever liked you. She's gone. So is Knocks-on-Wood, the drover your father hired to spy on you, the only person you'd ever considered taking an arrow for. You'll never catch sight of Melyn Drels and his dimwit brother again, nor Shady Jade, nor the Alessian nuns, nor the Tel Enora cornerclub crew nor ---

Kagrenac would never speak to you again.

Kagrenac is still missing. You half-wonder whether she'd thrown herself into Red Mountain in spite.

But Bthemetz might. Bthemetz--

You learn that Red Mountain still smokes in the distance in Ald Resdayn, but the trees are now younger than you are. You only recognise half the road signs in Ald Cyrod. The traders on the high road gawk at you. The route is the same.

You miss them. You've always missed them. You'll always miss them. Your life will always be missing something, and you think you'll have to live with that. You're not happy, but you're no longer so furious you don't know what to do with yourself. The old world you wanted to tear up with you is missing. And you're what's left, Vyra--

When you get enough coin together to get a good look at yourself in a looking glass and not a muddy lake, rough stubble's coming through along the length of your jaw. You decide not to touch it. You pull your hand through your hair. Strange, how its length feels like a comfort now, when it had felt like a wound before.

When you raise a knife to your scalp--

When you raise a knife to your scalp, you think better of it. You finish your tea. It's the fourth era of some empire you've never heard of. Dynasties, what are they good for? You sign the guestlist with VYRA. You give no family name.

#vyra #dwemer #chimer #dwemer return AU I guess? #dwemereth #1st era

[cindernet-explorer]

A'vyra Mitu - Literature Aesthetics

Bold* is what applies to your character!

Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

cobblestone streets / lamps shining out of the fog / the warmth of a fireplace / unopened bottle of wine / the tension between what things seem to be and what they truly are / the heady thrill of freedom / the panic of losing control / blood on the pavement / guilty vices / top hats and walking sticks / self-destruction / old documents tucked away in safes

Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

rain hitting a windowpane / candles burning low / mountain ranges of white, snowy tops / frenzied obsession / a cemetery at dusk / slaughterhouses / all-consuming thirst for revenge / compassion turned to bitterness and hatred / a sense of duty weighing on your shoulders / inescapable guilt / the frozen wastes of the arctic circle / the feeling of someone breathing down your neck / lighting sparking through the sky

The Picture of Dorian Gray

erotic longing / paint on a palette / golden curls and rosy cheeks / the desperation to cling to youth / bees lazily drifting through the grass / hedonism / the blackness of a soul / a dusty attic / hiding secrets / blood pooling on the floorboards / gut-wrenching jealousy / a dimly-lit stage / temptation into corruption

The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner

cliffs rising up into the clouds / someone ambiguously supernatural always lurking / Edinburgh's winding streets / religious zealotry / careful manipulation / family rivalry / a bible written in an indistinguishable language / a face that's always changing and shifting / Scottish lairds / something demonic masquerading as something pure.

Dracula

letters and diaries / suitors courting a lady / castles nestled deep within forests and mountains / terror of the unknown / the howling of wolves / aristocrats from olden times / a consuming hunger / the dead rising / horses' hooves thundering along a path / blood staining the snow / crucifixes warding off evil

Wuthering Heights

fog over the moors / embracing one who is already dead / a cycle of abuse / vicious, snarling dogs / a house left to ruin / a thorn among the roses / toxic love / ghosts / the howling wind / flowers that have died and begun to rot / wasting away / a voice you can't identify

--- Tagged by: @amalthea-felsblood

Tagging: YOU

#hey i get to do one for vyra now! #ty! #Aesthetic: A'vyra Mitu #wol memery #Memes: A'vyra Mitu

[dethl]

local rabbit conquers his fears and starts doing savage raids

#dethtxt #him again #<- should honestly just be my vyra tag

[profanetools]

doing the classic 'thinking about writing is more fun than actually writing' and enjoying my little headworld by myself

#endrys and vyra and vyra and endrys and endrys and vyra #blazingly divergent reflections of each other #one as successful tragedy one as bitter triumph #to lose is to win and to win is to lose #thing is: i have NO idea how to structure the saga in my head that exists for them #literally not a clue #but trust me if you like washed up 30 something failures and burned out gifted kids who are actually #critical of the environments they were produced by and not simply wallowing in malaise #and toxic one-sided sibling rivalry #then you'll like endrys and vyra :)