#athral

[elezenchaser-art]

First time I ever drew Athral and Y'weta (my GF's character) in their Endwalker outfits and I have slight regrets because in true Square Enix fashion (pun fully intended) they are complicated and just inking this piece took about 7 hours.

All done in Copic Multiliners on A4 paper.

[boltlightning]

i get recommended a distressing amount of ai art on instagram, specifically for those romance fantasy books that has the internet all athrall (a.cotar, f.outh wing, etc). and these are like...popular accounts, who do a lot of images of the main characters just...standing there looking beautiful.

it bothers me on the base level that ai art always bothers me, but i couldn't put a finger on why this, specifically, both bothered me and seemed absolutely natural. if we take it one step further: it is just another mark that these series are all about aesthetic over substance. i knew nothing about the plot of f.ourth wing going into it, all i knew was the aesthetic (girl with ombré hair, black dragon and gold dragon) and that it was about a war academy. the plot, the driving force, none of it matters — all you need to know is it's a fantasy world and there's hot people having sex. and we're going to build a culture around it that is driven just as much by shallow aesthetics as the books themselves.

not everything needs to be deep, of course not. but i cannot help but feel upset at the lack of creativity in a genre defined by its creativity

[lily-orchard-archives]

2016-05-30

*the wrong date was given, this is an older post. My apologies for the mistake.

[sunlitpeony]

Season’s Greetings from Borel Manor come to… @elezenchaser !

To Athral’s apartment she sends a Starlight parcel of his own, having agonized a bit over just what to give him. The man remains an enigma in many ways though he be an open book in others, and she hadn’t desired to offend him by giving him something he hated... but one of the best things about Starlight, she thinks, is muddling through it yourself. And so rather than go to her husband for guidance, Ane had wracked her brain for many an evening before finally settling on the contents of this heavy box.

Various jars labeled in various hands thanks to her kindhearted students mark their contents as all sorts of traditional remedies found throughout Othard... and, perhaps, a few trade secrets from her own home village in Yama. Ointments for disinfecting wounds, balms to soothe irritated skin, and herbal-smelling pastes to hasten healing are just a few of their number, and rolls of clean linen bandages find their homes nestled among the glass containers. There’s a new whetstone wrapped in a soft leather case and bound with a dark cord, and a small hunting knife beside it tucked snuggly into its embossed sheath.

From up out of the parcel wafts the smell of food; smoked bacon and uncured loaghtan sausage are both packaged in loose cheesecloth. A small loaf of scratchmade herb bread comes paired with a little jar of fresh butter, and settled nearby are two small bags for keeping a hearty portion of roasted chestnuts separate from the candied pecans that tempted her sorely as she prepared them just last night. And finally in place of her typical tea offering, perhaps that thing that will be what catches his eye first and foremost, is a hand-corked bottle of homemade mulled wine. Ginger, orange peel, star anise, cloves, cinnamon sticks, and sour red wine have all come together into a warm, spicy concoction that she hopes he will enjoy... but hopefully not too much. Somewhere in the back of her mind she worries that he drinks to excess, but so, too, does she want to give him something he will certainly like. Not tea, no, but warming and pleasant all the same.

Last but not least are two small bundles bound in cream-colored ribbon: an assortment of soft and hard cheeses and a pouch of snurbleberries for Llymlily to enjoy this Starlight season. She hadn’t quite been certain just what sort of cheeses were her favorite -- rats do like cheese, don’t they? she hopes she hadn’t been wrong -- and so she’d settled with... well, all of them, by the look of it. A small portion each of many different varieties and hardnesses so she might take her time nibbling through them; that had seemed the best thing to do!

[overlord-nabriales]

“When you are of age, you will learn what you truly are...”

To continue from the other screenshot. :D

[icyblueskies-blog1]

Mirrors

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

Aymeric raises an eyebrow.  “I suppose I haven’t thought on it much,” he says slowly, “but I should think ‘twould be my scars.  I am not ashamed of them per se, nor do I regret that I earned them in battle, but... they are not a pretty sight, and thus I am not often seen even with my sleeves rolled up.”

[dudes107-the-ijw]

Are you kidding me? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Now the Self Insert Murderer is Autistic?!?! Just admit you’re albeist and move on Lily, because you Clearly have No idea how Autism should be depicted

A. Advocating for Offensive Stereotypes: Sheldon Cooper being a literal Smartalec, Atypical’s protagonist wrapping Every single stereotype in the book, and now Aliana’s Autism suddenly getting Added in, doing nothing for her character, and only existing as a shield to write off Lily’s critics as bigots and Neo Nazis(With Peridot, there we’re pretty existing signs and headcanons before she was confirmed(?) to be neurodivergent rep. Then there are those that are slapped on out of nowhere for brownie points like Dumbledore being confirmed Gay)

B. Offensive Depictions: You ever notice how Lily either assigns Autism to Inhuman characters with Blatant animalistic traits(Butterfree being a literal animal, Athral having Feral tendencies, and Bonnie being Both, Not only being inhuman, but also having a history of Feral Tendencies), or just reduces them to a shield against the mean vultures(“You just hate her because she’s Autistic,” or “I know more about Autism than you, I should be the one helping them” or stuff like that)

Just admit you’re albeist and do something Different Orchard, because as someone On the Autism Spectrum, and as someone who has to live with the daily challenges the spectrum provides

Just like with your Garbage takes on Cancel Culture, You’ve made me hate you Even more by doing this Lily. You have no one to blame but yourself for attracting the “Vultures.”

[elezenchaser-art]

2020

Athral vibing in Aymeric's office and being a general nuisance.

Copic Multiliners on paper

[aetherstitchold]

FFXIVWrite 2019 | Day 27, Palaver

It had been three bells, and Aymeric had begun to feel like his face was frozen in the pleasant, tolerant smile he’d affected when this banquet had begun.  Gods, but he hated this part of his role- it feels a bit more necessary now that the war is ended, but he wishes he had any method of escape.  The worst is probably that it feels like the same thing has been repeated at least six different ways, and the lord in front of him is intent on finding the seventh.

He resists the urge to rub at his forehead, then blinks when he feels a familiar sensation- tiny claws making their way up his torso.  He has to work hard to keep a straight face, and sure enough, the windbag finds his sails deflated when Llymlily appears on his shoulder and sits there as though she owns the room.

“My lord, you… you, er, you have…”  The man flaps his hand at his own shoulder.

Aymeric tilts his head.  “Have I?” He asks, feigning interest.  “You’ll have to excuse me, my lord- I’m needed elsewhere.”  With a slight bow from the waist, Aymeric turns on his heel and heads out of the stuffy room with much gratitude.  On the way out he stops by the buffet, plucking a couple pieces of cheese from it, and lifts one up to be taken by tiny paws.

“You have my thanks, Lady Llymily,” he says quietly.  “If I’d had to stay another moment I may have fallen asleep on my feet.”

The rat squeaks quietly, then snuffles at his ear.  He’s not sure, but he feels like she’s satisfied with herself- and with a grin, he escapes the manor and heads for Athral’s home in Foundation.  This promises to be a far more interesting venture, and he’s in the mood for something far less bland.

All the better, he thinks- it promises to be a good evening as opposed to one that threatened to bore him to tears.

( ft. @elezenchaser )

[chameleon-cryptid]

Smash or Pass Athral

Look. ALL of my characters would Smash. But let’s go with Bex since he knows him better.

“I mean, he’s a bit of a dick but he is still gorgeous. As long as he didn’t expect me to be some stereotypical subby catboy.”

[sunlitpeony]

@elezenchaser || continued from here

♬ | Ane takes a quick step back out of instinct, feeling the air move somewhere in front of her. She does not flinch as the axe is brought so near to her face, keeping quite still apart from how the dark waves of hair tickle her cheeks as they settle back into place. Her reaction is rather strange, especially given how someone had seemed keen to divorce her head from the rest of her body, but Athral makes quick work of the reason for why. It is not in her nature to shrink in the face of danger, and so beyond gently repositioning herself when the air had stirred in warning, she has no intentions of fleeing the scene or calling for help. Her demeanor is calm even now, and when coupled with her iron will and stubborn streak, it is surprisingly difficult to rattle her. All that’s missing is a delicate hand reaching out to brush the axe away from her face as though it were nothing more than a fly buzzing about her head, and such is the manner with which she speaks. She addresses him as if he were no more than a gentle annoyance, a sort of curiosity in her home, rather than the intruder he actually is. He had the opportunity to dispatch her and did not, had the chance to run and had not, and so she reasons he must have some business here... even if she does not particularly care for how he’s gone about conducting it.

Or himself, really.

“For Aymeric, I would think,” she replies quietly, peering in the vague direction of the voice. She lets his mildly condescending address slip by for now -- she has been called far worse in her life. “Though, I would also think you would know he is not here during the day.” Athral’s presence upstairs leaves her feeling as intrigued as it does uneasy, and she wonders briefly if perhaps he climbed all the way up here from the outside. No one in the house would have admitted him and let him walk about freely, after all. “I do wonder how you came to be in here,” she says, striking the last word with a special sort of significance. “And why, apart from waiting, as you’ve said.”

[overlord-nabriales]

Unaccosted Vengeance

This land, torn and reborn again by his aether. Vast quantities of it remained as beasts and voidsent partook in its power.. That was his power. He was never took keen on sharing.

Though having been cast out of his position by the Emissary for his many fruitless attempts to harness more power he looked to regain what was lost and develop something more powerful than the spell he'd cast that sent a single island fragmented across portions of the world.

No one knew who he was in this “newly discovered” land, even fewer had seen the hyuran guise he took a liking to; yet a single word rang out, spoken clear as a bell from a passing group.

“Athral”

The very name made him clench his teeth and ball his fists. Had he not had his abilities taken he’d have ended the life being carried away on that stretcher. Instead he opted to follow, at a distance just to be safe. He couldn’t believe his luck when they’d taken him to the makeshift sick bay, leaving him in one of the rooms after spoken words had been said. This was his chance, mortal or not, he’d make sure this time the mocking hyur would not escape with his life.

He walked calmly into the room as though he were like a friend, visiting. He was anything but an ally when he finally stood over him, reaching out; his hands quaking with rage as his fingers found themselves wrapping tightly around his throat.

“You cost me everything,” he spoke lightly through gritted teeth, his features cross with the want for vengeance.

“I will not be made to suffer in this life while you still draw breath!”

@elezenchaser

[aymeric-the-blue-blog]

XIV 30 Day Writing Challenge, Day 20: Blending In

Aymeric looks into the mirror, and a common mercenary looks back. He’s not sure his own wife would recognize him in this get-up, and he grimaces just a touch. He has grown to enjoy his adventures with Athral when Ane is gone to the Shroud or elsewhere with Sorin, but this time he’d been curtly instructed to lose the “stab me!” armor he always wears. He glances over at where it sits on the dressing dummy, and sighs to himself before looking back at his reflection. He wears chainmail with leather beneath, tall boots and heavy gauntlets, along with a brown hooded cloak- none of which are odd in and of themselves, but he hasn’t dressed this way... well, ever, truly.

He pauses. It is, he thinks, perhaps a bit freeing.

His hair, which is usually perfectly in place, has been left to fall in haphazard curls around his face and ears. He isn’t dirty, per se, but he certainly doesn’t look the savory sort- especially given the daggers at his hips and the scabbard with a plain sword over his shoulder. He looks like someone who shouldn’t be crossed, and for a brief second, he smiles- perhaps Athral is onto something after all. The true test will be how well his “new” outfit serves him on the streets, so he quits the manor and pulls his hood up against the chill. He takes the same path he takes every day to the Congregation, and passes the same knights on guard duty- but they either glance at him and look away, or scowl and turn their heads deliberately.

Aymeric smiles. Perhaps it will be easier to blend in than he’d thought- which will make future excursions far easier to execute.

For now, he enjoys walking through the city with nobody recognizing him- in fact, most people give him a fairly wide berth. He’s careful to avoid places where someone like him “shouldn’t” be, lest they attract the attention of the guards, but otherwise he makes it the entire length of the city without being stopped once. It’s actually quite nice, he realizes with surprise- he had become so used to being stopped for one thing or another that it had become something he expected and planned for. While he still wants to be needed and valuable to Ishgard, it is also nice to look in from the outside... and as he walks to the Forgotten Knight to meet Athral, he takes mental notes on what he observes.

A final glance over his shoulder is all he takes before he pushes his way in and walks down the stairs. He finds Athral leaning against the wall in the far corner, and he walks over and leans against the wall next to him. “Well?” He asks, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. All he gets in return is a grunt before the mercenary goes back to his ale, but he takes that as a sign of approval- and once again, he smiles.

( mentioned with permission: @sunlitpeony and @elezenchaser )

[almaattano]

7 / Elida and Athral / Horizon Zero Dawn / Guerilla Games / 2017

[444names]

ayleid and dunmer names BUT excluding "o" and similar to "cedric"

Aanis Adalsela Addassa Adise Adlit Adlothis Alassea Aldris Alingil Almar Alvanos Alveryon Andaran Andran Anght Anras Anyan Aramis Arayna Aroabaela Arothassi Arvilit Arvinosa Arviranam Arvon Arvynerva Asharvan Ashshi Assath Assea Athil Athral Athran Athri Badadayna Baddan Baddaso Balvil Barano Bararan Barrela Barvam Bedie Bedva Belarlari Belnorayn Berarvor Berbith Beril Beris Bervaniah Beryn Bethans Bethin Bethyn Bevyn Bider Bilanvyna Bramma Bramsi Braris Bravels Brayn Brenibi Bresa Calor Casea Daliah Dantisi Daran Daril Darise Daron Davasi Dayne Delen Delin Delron Denit Diran Dolvise Doveram Dralii Dramare Dramth Dramyn Drandas Drildsi Drono Dylbobat Edreth Edrik Eldreyn Eldria Elendram Elyneni Enalenasi Enath Endrynil Erebat Eredothil Erefic Fadasper Fanoon Faran Faril Faronam Faryn Fathervy Favelie Feralas Ferodil Fethys Fevien Folgoni Folse Fovas Gadarano Gadilynas Galethi Galethren Galle Gallin Galoth Galvah Gantas Garwyn Garys Gelori Gethalse Gilesilyn Gilin Gilivas Gilor Gilphi Gimsa Gintene Girandrit Girethrel Girilisea Girsynar Girvoni Gither Givelas Golas Gorea Hainith Halerilma Hedri Hedse Hekele Hekimala Hekvi Helvon Hemil Hemirkan Herovan Hlabi Hlais Hlanlyon Hlasi Hlast Hlathi Hlereraso Idalii Idessa Ideth Idranim Idrar Idrartind Ilderis Ilmil Ilvas Ilvis Indas Irararvah Irvonil Ivrilmyn Jeledri Kandas Kired Lathiriah Lemmon Liirylaro Lladolia Llamea Llamyambs Llathas Llayn Lledsi Lleth Llithran Llivayn Llorvy Lloth Lolmiah Loron Loronas Lyrala Madyn Mallanis Malon Malynden Manni Manornea Marala Maranib Mareni Maror Marvamma Matebars Mathe Mathen Mattah Mavam Medie Medos Melas Melbaain Mervan Merynah Minnibah Miraravon Mirire Mival Mivamil Mivys Modryne Morolsat Moron Nakanaki Naliri Nalithi Nalson Navay Navin Navos Nedrilyn Nelaril Nephirmor Neribaes Neromo Nevanith Nevyn Neyno Nidrys Niledasa Nilis Nilon Nindendas Nirana Nirnalad Nivah Nodas Norik Noril Norynama Nothral Nyrams Odilata Ohilenii Oldyn Oleth Olomon Omarna Ondasen Onmor Oraril Orellia Ostrana Oteri Othor Prelvani Radare Rairon Ralastebi Raldri Ralere Ralsi Raname Ranil Raron Rathar Rathredas Relanile Relmar Remarvah Remyne Renik Renilanas Rervis Rethrys Revesam Reythyra Riilo Risathrib Rissi Rithil Rivaisa Rolra Rolron Romervam Romonesi Romoron Rorone Rotham Rothrasa Rothryn Rothyna Sadayn Sadren Sainima Salmones Saloron Salsa Saria Sarynik Satah Savyril Sebaris Sehah Selethyl Selik Semil Sendrana Seren Seria Sermea Setha Sethas Shalgeron Shalram Shela Shelsa Shemis Sherfar Sheron Shesa Shilaalo Sivayii Soder Soles Solor Sovillen Sylar Tabain Tabatla Tabattel Taben Tabison Tadanesii Tadra Talar Tammil Tanas Tandar Tandeno Tedaren Tederothi Telarasa Telen Tellaryn Telveris Tennas Terirvayn Tervina Tethrayn Thalarim Thalsa Thaneyn Thervil Thethria Thevor Thiah Thipalo Thirellen Thrise Tidro Timatim Tinan Tirail Tiran Tirar Tires Tivyn Tobar Tolsa Tolvah Tovil Tovin Trebasi Trene Triina Tweris Udren Ulena Ulerys Ulphon Ulvyna Ulyni Unisa Uralib Uranderas Urnsa Urralna Urtis Uthaz Uvela Uvesa Vadan Vandaliah Varand Varendas Varosa Vavel Vaver Vaveso Vavos Veder Velvayn Vendo Venik Venna Veravel Veriah Verlar Verras Vertis Vethys Vilvel Vilvisi Vramri Wynasa Yanah Yanii Yapalli Zabelvis Zaren Zarys Zebibain Zebis Zerilisii Zirela Zirns

[elezenchaser-art]

2017

Athral and Myste. I got the picture signed by Natsuko Ishikawa, the writer of the DRK quests and Shadowbringers main scenario, herself.

Copic Multiliners/Markers on paper