#mal lore

[mountain-in-springtime]

@gretasmokerising tagged me to share 3 fun facts about myself! (thank you for the tag my love <3)

1. when i was a baby, i ate so many carrots that my skin turned orange. i had to go to the doctor, and i was banned from eating carrots for a while.

2. i can draw multiple simpsons characters from memory.

3. when i was in the fourth grade, i won first place in my state’s annual social studies fair. my project was on the ancient egyptian mummification process, and i mummified an orange peel as part of the project.

i’m tagging @myfriendtheghost @takenbythelightfantastic and @canyonmoonkiszka (sorry if you guys have already been tagged, and anyone else who sees this is welcome to participate!)

[magitekconveyor]

At long last! Who The Fuck Is Aulus mal Asina The Powerpoint Presentation: The Tumblr Post.

This was a long labor of love, combing over every piece of lore I could find in-game and in the Encyclopedia Eorzea. I initially made this because whenever I mentioned Aulus, I inevitably got met with "who?", so I thought I would have one place that contained all his lore and how it relates to MSQ as a whole.

For ease of access, here is the twitch link. It goes to a clip from 2018 Fanfest where they discuss Aulus. If you listen veeeeery carefully after he says "He's dead", you can hear a faint "Noooooooo!" in the audience. That...was me. I was actually there for that question and let me tell you I've never had so many heads whip around to stare at me all at once.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy and have learned something new about my favorite FFXIV character.

Edit: Coming back since this is gaining a bit of traction to add, if you like what you see here, please check out my friend's FFXIV fangame Indagator , where you can either romance or betray Aulus. It builds off of a lot of the info from above and masterfully expands on it. Mind the tags.

[shellibocs]

there's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street / but we're home somehow

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[riverstyxsarts]

The king of scars and the tracker

[beetleboyoart]

‘I itch all the time. Deep beneath my skin, where the bone sits, enshrouded in flesh, I feel it.’ - Hive, MAG032

———

To be consumed by what loves you, to give pieces of yourself,

To be a home.

Sing to me your hymns of woe.

———

A little bit about Rhys for those who don’t know. Rhys is an undead treant he struggles with concentration on using necrotic magic to keep himself alive while his body slowly crumbles away. Since he is an undead Treant his insides are hollow making it a home for unwanted guests, which slowly becomes wanted. Rhys has a hive living in the sick, hollowed and crushed cavern of his chest. They sing to him but not in ways of words, but hum their sickly sweet tune, telling him he is beautiful telling him he is loved. Even though they slowly consume his body, to be fully consumed from what loves him.

[threepoint14art]

redraw de idol duo porque los quiero mucho

El pelo largo de la niña antes de que le agarrará el lore </3

[mountain-in-springtime]

every time i remember that my mom wanted to name me victoria but didn’t i get a little upset bc not only have multiple people told me i look like a victoria but also my nickname would’ve been vicki which is so cool

[koiisure]

"I watched Heaven and Hell crumble around me and all that was left was me"'

When Mallard said it this was the vision that came to me,,,i love The Spirit World

[magicalmyu]

first day of the rest of my life.

[nevarroes]

does there like. exist a timeline in which cas sacrifices himself to save gortash from some sort of assassination attempt??? or would that just never happen? i’m so curious…

it does actually exist yes, an au if you will which originally just gives Mal a bit of a more fair ending, I suppose, where he does end up getting his revenge on his brother to kill him before he kills himself. Mal was always meant to just kill Gortash and bring Cas back to Mephistopheles, but Cas was defending him with his life so Mal had no choice but to go for his brother. Killing Cas however.... Mal was then pretty much hit by the immense weight of regret and guilt because Cas was also all he ever cared about, which is why he took his own life after that. Even if he hadn't Mephistopheles would've punished him for eternity if he returned to the Hells😖

I mentioned this part before but the whole thing leads to the scenario where Cas is dying in Gortash's arms, turning into infernal ashes. the person Gortash thought he'd never have to see die before him just being gone like that. Gortash tried to get him back of course, he went to all the Gods and Archdevils he could think of, but in the end he had no choice but to accept the reality and bring the ashes back to the last layer of the Nine Hells where he made a memorial for him so he'd be home one last time

[capitan-mal]

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Music to my ears <3

[yuckydraws]

I genuinely do not have the time to write and it’s angering me so.

[creampuffqueen]

okay i got one like so now i'm going to give y'all a rabbit lore drop! meet this guy, #4, aka Number Fucking Four

be me

second year raising meat rabbits. mostly know what i'm doing

it's the day of the county fair

i'm dressed and ready to leave, all that's left is to grab my show rabbits from their hutch

look outside

little brother is chasing a white blur around the backyard

Oh Fuck

turns out one of the cage doors was open overnight. either accidentally unlocked, or somehow fell open. no idea. doesn't matter

thankfully, not the cage door of the rabbits i'm taking to show. those three are still waiting in their hutch, perfectly behaved

but in the other cage, 5/6 of the babies are running haywire around our backyard

we live on 3/4 of an acre, btw. it's a large backyard

whole family chases rabbits for 30 minutes

4 of the 5 escapees are caught

1 still eludes us. it's hiding beneath the shed

i have to leave for the show. family promises to catch rabbit and meet me there

i go to the rabbit show

parents show up right before it starts. they were unsuccessful in catching the last rabbit and have decided to try again when we get home

i do really well at the rabbit show :D my trio makes sale!!

we all go home

baby rabbit is ducking between fences outside. staying close but not close enough

finally my mom goes into the neighbor's yard and catches it from behind

rabbit screams bloody murder the entire walk home. it's not hurt. just furious at being caught

we discover this is rabbit #4 (we don't name the babies, just number them. helps with attachment as they are meat animals)

surely the excitement is all over! we can rest easy

NOPE

next day, #4 looks a bit sluggish. i start getting worried

day 2 post-escape, he looks almost on death's doorstep. Oh Fuck

during his hours away, he must have gotten into something bad

we scramble for what to do

he is floppy, clearly extremely dehydrated

but, on the plus side, his mother is still taking care of him! that's a good sign. rabbits won't take care of a baby they think is going to die. she's protecting him from his siblings and spending all day grooming him

the babies are weaned at this point, so he can't get his mother's milk to help perk him up

we improvise

we start syringe feeding him watered down heavy cream for hydration + nutrition

^^^^ do NOT do this. idk why it worked honestly. weaned mammals are lactose intolerant. somehow it worked, but don't try this home

but it did work

#4 managed to push through the worst of it and his body cleared whatever toxins were in his system

we were syringe feeding him every few hours. during the day when we were at work and school a neighbor came and did it. we didn't want this baby to die

and bonus: since he got held so much, he quickly became one of the most docile babies i've ever raised

okay, now it's over! he's healthy again!

NOPE

be me, a few weeks later

mom has been in the hospital. family is pretty stressed

but she's being released today! dad and brother are going to pick her up, i'm tidying the house, home alone

i notice a white blur running around in the yard

Oh Fuck

run outside. a corner of the cage wire has come loose. just enough for a baby rabbit to slip through

and guess who's fucking running wild in the backyard?

Number Fucking Four

i chase. he runs

i manage to corner him behind our pool chest. he's squeezed between the chest and the side of the shed

i reach down to grab him

Uh Oh

my arm is stuck

like. really stuck

like, wedged down to my shoulder stuck

try not to panic

panic a little

thankfully, i have one free arm and my phone

call neighbor

no answer

call other neighbor

no answer

call dad

answer! he's still at the hospital getting my mom released. won't be home for another 30-45 minutes

FUCK

try not to panic

panic some more

call neighbors again. still no answer

then, somehow, someway, manage to free my arm

we're so back

stick a pool net at one end of the tunnel. position myself at the other end

#4 falls right into my trap and into the pool net, where i grab him

obviously can't put him back in the hutch

am forced to take him inside and just let him hang out in the kitchen until my family gets home

that's where these pictures are from. look at his assholeish face :/

jk i love him

dad fixes hutch

finally, we're done

#4 is no longer with us, but he will forever live in infamy

[ookie-dookie]

Tried out drawing young Maxime

cutie patootie

I lowk wish Illumination gave us a bit more about Maxime’s childhood tho besides from the talent show

LIKE when did he start liking roaches and what were his interests at the time and what he wore and his friends and everything 😔

[tiredflowercrown]

Sometimes it's easier to think about the hurt, than the joy.

In other words, here's another story about the Isle

'Til you let it out (and let it in)

There’s something people don’t really talk about on the Isle, and they certainly don’t talk about it once they're off. It’s an open secret really.

Everyone knows that the Isle isn’t a good place. That it is filled with the worst of humanity, and then some of the worst creatures. So it shouldn’t come as a shock that they abuse their children. They beat, manipulate, scar, and do far worse to their own flesh and blood.

This is why, when you get a knock on your door and you see a friend, family, ally, or even just someone you know standing there, the desperate look in their eyes that mimics the same look you’ve had before, you let them in. Now it doesn’t mean you have to treat them well, just give them a space to hide for the night. This wasn’t free of cost of course, but it was a shelter.

So when Mal and Jay tangled their legs together, shivering from the cold in a drafty castle. It wasn’t unusual. Most either knew or could infer about Jay’s home life and no one dared to speak about Mal’s. A perfect partnership, hiding the other from the sins they could only hide from for a few hours.

It wasn’t abnormal to see Carlos climbing into Evie’s window, blood staining his hands, desperate to hide just for a night where she wouldn’t look. Evie helping him, desperate to talk to someone, anyone, other than her mother. They would sit side by side underneath the window. And when the sun rose, she helped him out of it, knowing the next time they would meet, it would be just like this.

When the storms or memories were particularly bad, that’s when you would find CJ sitting by one of her siblings beds. They understand, having needed to find the other before, and just curl together or walk around. No words needing to be said, no direct actions to be taken. Only peace. Only the other needed.

When he forgets again, perhaps just about her, is when Freddie finds herself standing in a shoppe or in front of a ship. Uma will know she’s there, they always know when the other is near. Sometimes Freddie would help clean or run the shoppe, other times they would just sit on the edge of the docks, staring into the darkness, wondering if in a different life they could have been the other one.

When Anthony opens the door and sees a young girl, with curly black hair and the faintest tinge of red in her eyes, he lets her in. Never saying a word to anyone that she was there, just hides her in a crevice in the back of the salon. Gives her the smallest amount of food he can afford to lose, who knows when the last time she had eaten was. Anthony knows better than to let this secret out, but he’s held secrets for the Hooks for years now. He knows better than to spill just one.

So yes, just about everyone on the Isle knows this. They know better than to refuse to help. People remember stuff like that. So when it’s you running, there just might not be a place to hide.

[iamthecomet]

Comet. Comet oh my god. I am suddenly struck with images.

An outsider wandering through the Abbey during a mass.

There's no way they wouldn't feel something. And sure, most people would just turn back at the sensation of so much unholy energy gathered all in one place. But there's got to be at least one human who'd be stupid/brave/Satanic enough to go through those heavy, broken wooden doors hanging off their hinges and into the main cathedral, where the memories of dark worship trapped in those ancient stones are so strong they can feel it pressing on their skin. Maybe they're even sensitive enough to hear the faintest whisper of an unholy prayer or a breath of wind that could be an organ if they listen hard enough.

O u g h you've put such thoughts into my head......

Yes!!! YOU GET IT. The air is thick with something. Heavy. Oppressive. There's a cloying smell of inscense on the air. Distant enough to maybe be imagined. And they feel it as soon as they step onto the grounds through the overgrown gate--wedged open enough to squeeze through. But if they walk up the path, toward the ruined building, it will only get worse. Heavier. It's hard to know if it's bad or good, but it's something. Confusing. To some, it feels evil. To others, like a hand beckoning them closer. And yeah, the ones who feel the pull? They'll find themselves in the chapel. Standing in front of a cracked alter. Hearing voices on the wind. Murmured prayers uttered just behind them--in their ear. The phantom notes of an organ, distant, but they swear they can feel the vibration of it under their feet. There is something here. And maybe they never find out what. They go home with a weird story. Their chest tight, disbelief thruming through them. It's a story they'll laugh about later. But some of them absolutely figure it out. They delve deeper. They find the truth.