chasing daybreak

multifandom but mostly ffxiv. fanfic, fanart & screenshots. ao3 ✦ my writing ✦ my art 18+ only. pfp by @hanseelie no dawntrail spoilers or news, i haven't played it yet! thank you!

[myreia]

✦ multifandom | fanfic & art | screenshots

final fantasy, dragon age, fire emblem: three houses, baldur’s gate, dragon's dogma 2, elden ring, cosmere, clair obscur: expedition 33, the occasional star wars, & a few other interests. my blog runs on a queue!

• ao3 • writing masterlist • my writing • my art • oc-tober 2025 • ffxiv gposes • dd2 screenshots • gifts/commissions for me • fic recs + reading list

✦ ffxiv

• expacs are tagged by expac name + expac spoilers [i.e. "endwalker" and "endwalker spoilers"] • i am unsubbed and i haven't played dawntrail - no 7.0/7.x spoilers or 8.0 news, please and thank you! 🫶 • i like tanks with white hair... allegedly 😌

—aureia malathar

she/her. warrior of light. half-elezen + half-hyur. ex-garlean operative. combat specialist. mage. either making up for the past or burying her trauma six fulms deep, there is no in-between.

• character tag • series

—projects

• wolcred week — gposes | ao3 • wolmeric week — masterpost | ao3 • hearts ablaze — masterpost | tumblr tag | ao3 • ffxivwrite — 2024 [masterpost | ao3], 2025 [masterpost | ao3]

—recent fics

• cast the stones away — wol x fordola | angst, friends with benefits/enemies to lovers, self-hatred | 4,008 words [complete] • a world made of roses — wol x aymeric | romance, smut, marriage proposals | 3 chapters | 9,444 words [complete] • maybe there's a heart — wol x sidurgu | angst, hurt/comfort, heartbreak, break up | 2,716 words [complete] • stolen hours — wol x thancred | angst, nightmares, hurt/comfort | 2,165 words [complete]

• 18+ only • my pronouns are she/they • I am open for collabs & art trades, just hit me up! • mutuals can message me for my discord 💕 • my personal/yapping tag is #personal nonsense and my self-reblog tag is #srb - feel free to block/mute those if you wish! • if you need something tagged, let me know 🫶

[haverdoodles]

kieran

— (morrigan, kieran & mannon)

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behind every eldritch son are two baddies

[thewitchofelpis]

For XIV Heatwave Festival, week one: Heatwave.

It starts as a roiling agitation that she has only the faintest of memories of, and so dismisses as the result of a night of uneven sleep and likely the work of a nightmare that she cannot quite pin down clearly enough to reason with and banish.

By midday, the idea of anyone straying close enough to so much as brush against her is so intolerable that it has her roaming from room to room, making half-mangled excuses to absent herself whenever either of her husbands happens to join her, the damnable tail that she usually maintains such tight control over lashing from side to side.

(She catches the questions that Hythlodaeus will not ask. The pained look when she moves away from him so deliberately – so unnaturally – and retreats into her own space.

It is far worse a thing than the fire that has begun to course through her veins.)

She fills the kitchen with enough biscuits and cakes to feed a small army. Smashes through the strongest shields she can coax from the generator in the garden, simultaneously furious and glad that she cannot convince the device to give up and surrender to her a final victory. Paces, circling said garden’s perimeter with increasingly uneven steps as the damnable inevitable presents itself as the sole, mortifying reason for the lot of it.

The body she has kept at such a distance for so many years has, for that time, mercifully granted her one small favour while she dragged it through hell and back. It had been no loss to her that it had all but forgotten itself and any normal rhythms.

And, with that, there had been control. Nothing more to worry about than a Hyuran or Elezen woman need trouble herself with. Battered and bruised and kept permanently on the cusp of giving up, her traitorous body had at least failed to signal any demands and wanting not of her own inviting.

Years passed and children brought into the world, and now, now it chooses to...

An arm slips around her waist, and, just as she registers it as an unbearable threat to her control, shadows envelop her and haul her into the darkness of an unfamiliar forest that is nevertheless the perfect – their preferred – location for—

She turns, aiming a savage swing at Hades that she anticipates will be met with a shield, only for him to merely lift a hand and deflect her strike in an overtly casual fashion, his study of her intense.

It is infuriating.

There can be no telling him. No making of herself an obligation. A duty.

And who is to say it would be any better to give in? She has no recollection of it being pleasurable. A disappointment only, the stranger in her bed too pleased to be there and too set on his own enjoyment to be of any use to her. A frustrating, ridiculous debacle. She should have known it would be no different even with mindless need driving her.

Fire next, hoping Hades will fight. Not embers coaxed to life or a mage’s conjuring trick, but that terrible flame that he will understand is the raw, unfiltered strength that she is so ashamed to revel in.

Defence again; a agonising patience in golden eyes.

She sends him back and back once more, wreathing herself in blood and scarlet, until her eyes blur with awful tears and he effortlessly captures her wrists and pins her against the nearest tree, pressing close in a deliberately provocative manner.

Her body betrays her, pleading as she shifts against him all too desperately, and the brush of his lips over the pulse in her neck is so glorious that she blushes to hear the sound that she yields to him.

“I know,” he utters lowly, anchoring a hand at her hip, “what this is.”

“You don’t,” she refutes.

He can’t. Surely he must believe that she is merely burning her way through temper and agitation in their usual inelegant way, for all that he has not played his part.

“...Not all women of your race suffer from the affliction, and I confess I believed you were among that number, yet...”

He slips a hand between them, her answer to lunge forward and secure his bottom lip to bite down on instead of her own.

Hades’ hiss is of the delighted variety, followed by a low note of dark, rich amusement.

And yet he sobers as he bows his head to hers to murmur, “I think you are well. I think you are well and thriving and this is the... consequence...”

He needn’t sound so pleased.

(He loves her. Of course he is pleased that she is no longer the skeletal, exhausted figure that returned from the edge of the universe.)

“And I think that you should allow me to bring you home and let our husband worship you, just as he has been aching to all day...”

She knows very well that command of herself is unravelling further when she hears herself say, “Do you want to watch?”

The hand between them strays along a leisurely path that drags a tight curse from her.

“For a time,” he allows, all smug satisfaction.

It is not so difficult to give herself into his care.

Nor to seek out the kisses she has craved for hour upon hour.

Nor to let days unfold ahead where she knows nothing but warmth and devotion...

And pleasure.

[thewitchofelpis]

FFXIV Vanilla Gpose Challenge 2: Action

[loustatified]

Performative activism in fandoms for fictional characters gives me the ick.

[fourteenthz]

They will be your strength and your salvation

for @feistierermine bday !! sorry if this read ansgty !! but going full under read more to explain that whenever I think about Thesa loving the world it always fall back to the moment she loved it the most, which is by the end of endwalker. this girl wants to live and love so SO much!!

extras since you can barely see the images in the first one lol

[fourteenthz]

Best not wander too deep into those woods, bard.

dragon posting for @lilbittymonster's bday !! and some extras hehe

[tschlv]

Some brushstroke practice

[robynostornwyn]

happy happy birthday @stardustdiver!! i hope your day has been full of love and yummy food!!

[ot3]

not saying this is what that last person was implying at all, but there have been real times where people have acted like being bored to tears by domestic fluff means i dont understand the hypothetical appeal of that happening in real life. and sometimes i just get so blindsided by other peoples understanding of what fiction is even, like, for, categorically. because wish fulfillment/aspiration is so low down on the list of what makes a work hit for me. in many many instances my enjoyment of a piece of fiction goes up directly in proportion with how much i would never in a million years want to directly experience anything happening there.

[noquietinhere]

comm for @hellsxstorm (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[amalthea-felsblood]

𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡

[myreia]

—Eyrie Kisne

my half of my bday art/gpose trade for @impossible-rat-babies! I hope you like them! 🧡

[bugofmanynames]

DEAR ARTISTS, PLEASE READ THIS POST I STUMBLED ACROSS

IF YOU ARE NOT DOING THIS ALREADY, YOU SHOULD TRY IT

I even tested it out myself, it works great

[tearlunars]

yet you do nothing but make a threat...

[probuccalfat]

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

[voidsentprinces]