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merlwybs-wife · 5 months ago
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i haven't gposed in months... i think i've forgotten how lmao but i really liked his outfit tonight! i'm def gonna port that top to muse in the (hopefully near) future.
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letrickster-art · 1 year ago
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me and a friend's co-wols and rabbit boyfriends (he/him and she/her) Mjara is technically the wol but Neyj (purple) does all the talking and paperwork bc she is simply Not Interested. Mjara has scary dog privilege, Neyj is very stressed but also very gay.
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lyndztanica · 1 year ago
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Happy birthday @mirkemenagerie
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vasheden · 1 year ago
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~Playing with my characters like dolls~
Here’s Kaia and her twin brother Mjara! They’re split up as teens, and he gets presumed dead a few years later after a nasty run-in with some forest beast. That was the main catalyst for her leaving home. He was rescued by another Warden who found him bleeding out, and they left the forest together. He and Kaia meet back up post-HW when he ambushes her on a trip back to Gridania, after hearing a rough description of the Hero of Eorzea and hoping it was her.
Mods are here and here, modified slightly to make everything line up better and adjust expressions a little.
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spriggyn · 2 years ago
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mjara and zenos enjoying retirement 🏝
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vasheden · 3 months ago
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An assortment of happy times from Rinkah and Kaia. I hope they help cheer you up some, and that today can get easier for you ❤️
(4th and 5th pics aren’t my work, they were a swap gift from @fatewalker-phoenix)
this fever is not going away, and neither is my migraine. Can i get some thing to cheer me up? just some of your favourite images of your OC, simple happy moments?
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ramyeonguksu · 20 days ago
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I'm bored waiting somewhere so ask me anything about Rifra and her sisters Mjara and Nojra!
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merlwybs-wife · 4 months ago
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Finally remembered to use the free fantasia on Mjara, I'm so happy with his vanilla appearance now. He's so pretty, I keep staring at him.
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merlwybs-wife · 19 days ago
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Mjara is legally a viscount in Ishgard.
“But how did a Viera—?”
I’m glad you asked. He was a husband to a Viscount, who suspiciously lost all his male relatives over the course of a decade, before mysteriously dying, himself! Leaving Mjara the only male family member left. Fate can be such a funny, fickle thing!
Still, he won’t permit anyone to call him “Viscount Phovent.” It reminds him too much of his deceased husband, and puts an awful taste in his mouth.
Mjara might enjoy being able to live lavishly, but he absolutely despises his circumstance in Ishgard. He knows that all the “proper Lords and Ladies” are watching him eagerly so that they might find reason to strip his title. But the truth to his situation is a bit more nuanced, with powerful criminal ties ensuring his title remains. He’s being blackmailed to keep his position and remain within Ishgard. So, he has a bit of a loathsome relationship with his title.
Beyond that, Mjara tried to play by the rules. It is a system that failed him. He sees it as heavily flawed, and would be happy to see The Pillars burn.
At the moment, he dreams of returning his title and land to Ishgard and living a far simpler, quieter life with his partner. But, before he can possibly consider doing that, his blackmailers certain pests need to be taken care of.
Anyways, to surmise his relationship:
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OC/WoL Question.
Does your OC have any specific titles or honorifics? How do they feel about these? If they don't have any specific titles, how do they respond to being called Lord or Lady (or things such as Sir, Madam or Mistress)?
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lyndztanica · 2 years ago
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spriggyn · 2 years ago
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gonna start uploading some doodles from twitter! and start getting my tags in order~
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eyesofsteelandsky · 5 years ago
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FFxivWrite2019 Prompt 8: Gifted
Another Viera story this time! Involves a pretty serious injury to a minor.
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A childish set of giggles worked it's way through the trio of youngsters as they'd successfully slipped their way out of the village and that day's set of responsibilities. Even though they were less than 10 summers old, they knew enough not to go too deep into the jungle, but staying out of earshot when everyone had a few fulms of ear to work with did mean getting well into the dense forest. That and they hadn't turned the corner from fearing their mothers and aunts more than they feared the beasts stalking even in the nearby wilds.
Once they'd felt like there was enough distance between them and all the stuffy adults in their lives, Einar whips around to face his two partners in crime, flashing the rather opposing forces of the duo a smile. "Last one to the top of the tree has to eat a beetle!" Mjara and Shar didn't get much in the way of time before the boy had leaped up onto the trunk of a nearby tree and had started working his claws into the bark for a proper head start. The immediate shouts about it being unfair were lost in a sea of cackling from the young boy, and eventually his two friends as they rose ever higher up the tree.
Though he'd given himself the early lead, it wasn't long before Einar was passed up by his particularly pale friend. Shar shot out her tongue briefly as she made her way into the lead, being one of the more hunt focused of the bunch and very particularly not wanting to have to eat a bug. Mjara on the other hand, while being nimble on the ground was likely the weakest climber and Einar was making full use of that. As such, she was left standing on a limb well short of the tree-top looking into the smug faces of her two friends, her own dark features twisted into something between a pout and a scowl. "Einar you cheated! You ALWAYS cheat!"
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you 'cus of all the beetle breath you're about to have!" A sinister giggle twists into the boy's last few words, a chorus that Shar happily joins. The rain of teasing from on high drove Mjara into a pissed thump of her food against the branch she was standing on, swiftly followed by a couple of more. The laughter was cut horribly short as a crack of wood replaced it, and with a flail of limbs trying to get hold of the trunk the young girl started to fall with the branch she was on giving way from beneath her. Her companions were too stunned to react properly at first until Mjara impacted back-first against one of the broader limbs back first, and lay distressingly still.
Einar and Shar both were nearly screaming out their friend's name when they finally got the sense to start rushing down towards her, nearly slipping from the tree themselves in the process. She was still breathing when they got there, but only just barely. "I.. I am going to go get help! Maybe one of the huntresses can get her back to the healer in time!" Shar's words fall out with a tremble before she left a silent Einar knelt next to his battered friend.
When words did finally reach the boy's lips, it was a string of pleas to any power that would listen. From promises of better behavior, to do as he was told, on down to swearing to Mjara he'd never make her eat another beetle if she'd just wake up. The palms of his hands work back and forth over the unconscious form, as if somehow he'd find someway to make it all better if he looked hard enough. It was in one of these passes that a trickle of understanding hit him, his palms swiftly moving back to her core. Even though his eyes were half blinded by rivers of tears, he thought he could almost see where Mjara was broken. Not sight so much as just being able to read along the lines of the aether that made up his friend, and where the flow was wrong.
The boy didn't understand why he could suddenly grapple with this new sense, nor did he care to linger on the how's and why's of the moment. Panic over his friend and raw instinct drove him into reaching out with that sense, using his own aether to reach down into Mjara's own. It was rough and sloppy, a task entirely too grand for someone's first feeling out of such power, but Einar was driven as he forced the other viera's aether back into the correct shape and current, like lining out the path of a damned up river. And with that flow of corrective energy, so too came a mending of flesh and bone. Too much, too quickly to the point that the girl would end up spending days in bed finishing recovering and fighting off aether sickness, but such things were secondary to the relief ripping up through up in a cry as his friend coughed hard a couple of times and sucked in gasping breaths.
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gvnbreaker · 5 years ago
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Prompt #06. First Steps
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As fate would have it, she and the coeurl who found her were very much alike.
Willful and ever hungry, her appetite bottomless, Mjara devoured even the largest catfish with ease. Some days, they were lucky enough to happen upon a stray deer. Aja chose ones whose mottling had long-since passed and used their antlers for a bow, their hides for cured pelts to soften where they slept.
Coeurls were rarely tamed by her tribe. Everything she learned was at the end of Mjara’s quickly growing teeth, or an errant paw to the face when she played rough. Even with a haunch of meat as a reward, Mjara often took to ignoring her, one ear swiveled in Aja’s direction as she laid on a branch, head rested on her paws. Sometimes she would steal Aja’s things and stare at her in challenge, tail playfully raised, just so she would chase her.
Eventually, she was no longer a starving, young thing. She grew into her paws, but her one, stubby whisker never grew. Eventually, bites fierce enough to scar, bites of fear, became gentler nips of warning or affection, with a rough, wide tongue on her forehead to wake her most mornings. Even the tamest coeurls were of course, at their core, wild beasts, Aja knew. Moons passed and she stood at her side instead.
But once or twice, Mjara would sink her teeth reflexively into her forearm. She had been hurt by those like her once. Aja understood.
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khojin-arulaq · 5 years ago
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we did it!!!!!!!!!
ft. @jaliqai-and-company
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merlwybs-wife · 9 months ago
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*trips and all these ships fall out of my pockets*
OCxOC ships:
Emrys & Mjara -> Milo & Avalon -> Josephine & Dauvaunt -> Helios & Birch
& then a handful of my most recent Yaz & Sidurgu pictures!
Hey! I'm in big dumb shipfeel city, so give me a reblog and show me your favorite screen of your XIVship, I wanna see them!
Whether it's OCxCanon, OCxOC, or CanonxCanon, whatever! Or even if it's a platonic, besties relationship and not romantic, whatever! Maybe share your favorite thing about them if you want?
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transcredwaters · 2 years ago
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I hope you feel better soon 💛
I found your blog very recently but I wanted to say that your art style is really cool! 😄 anyway, random emoji!
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I'll cry on god ty ty hbb . . . Also had to rewrite half of this bc my phone closed my browser before i could post
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Suilosaux seemed about ready to crumble as he stood before the doors, a lump forming in his throat. This was where Yargui said to come. This tower.
In all honesty, he feared what was to come, upon entering the crystalline building. Would he be punished ? Shunned ? Exiled, or put to death ?
So he stood, silently, as rain poured down, his umbrella discarded at his side. Freshly cut hair was plastered to his skin, shading his eyes, causing an almost intimidating appearance.
His ears perked up, alert.
The door came open slowly, and Yargui peered out, one hand still tying her robe in place. There was a look of worry in her eyes as she stared up at Suilosaux, a frown pulling her lips down ever so slight.
Communication, whatever was had, was silent. It didn't take long to see what happened anyways.
The hair was the biggest giveaway. Yargui knew well enough of at least some aspects of Ishgardian tradition thanks to Suilosaux, and while she knew him well enough too, she hated to admit she thought something else had happened at first.
But now she was certain.
He had grown close to that Emet fellow -part of her had admittedly thought maybe it wasn't the case - and now . . .
Quietly, she indicated inside, inviting Suilosaux in. The elezen sighed, then nodded, as she took his hand, leading them down a silent trek through the halls. He took note of the gold lining her scales now, wondering if it was an aftereffect of the sineaters.
All that could be heard as they wandered was the sounds of their footsteps; Yargui's quiet and muffled by her slippers, Suilosaux's clicking with the tread of his boots. And he knew where she was taking him, much as he wanted to keep it off his mind. They were to meet with the exarch and the warrior of light, to discuss what to-
Another door flew open.
The umbrella clattered to the floor.
The silence was shattered.
A staff was pressed against Suilosaux's chest.
Yargui was yelling as Suilosaux stared down at the viera woman, the one whom made the sudden entrance. She was clearly ready to kill him.
"You're the one who laid with the enemy. Care to explain yourself ? You traitorous bastard."
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