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#AuraApril ── .✦ day 04: blossom
everything is falling apart at the seams

#gpose | #gposers | #au_ra | #xaela | #AuraApril2026

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💙Happy💜Weekend🤍

#Au_Ra #ffxiv #ffxivscreenshots #gpose #EorzeanPhotos #ffxivgpose #gposers #xaela

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A comic page with three panels: 1) depicting an Elderly Qestir woman putting on her mask. the narration is as follows: "All Words are lies. A man's integrity lies in his actions." 
2) The lively markets of Reunion, with peoples of the steppe speaking and trading as they are wont to do. 
3) A Qestir youth staring on in awe and wonder with the caption "But as a boy I was... enchanted?"

A comic page with three panels: 1) depicting an Elderly Qestir woman putting on her mask. the narration is as follows: "All Words are lies. A man's integrity lies in his actions." 2) The lively markets of Reunion, with peoples of the steppe speaking and trading as they are wont to do. 3) A Qestir youth staring on in awe and wonder with the caption "But as a boy I was... enchanted?"

Rise of the Lying Sun

(1/4)
#ffxiv #xaela

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#AuraApril Day 4: Blossom

Sometimes it's just to just relax out in nature somewhere

#Altirapose | #AuraApril2026 | #AuRa | #Xaela | #gpose | #GPOSERS

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Underneath the pink blossoms of the sakura tree, two au ra women, Aurora (Raen) & Umbra (Xaela), are enjoying themselves amongst the orange dusk of the day.  

They have gone through so much together since ARR, that it's the little moments that count.

Underneath the pink blossoms of the sakura tree, two au ra women, Aurora (Raen) & Umbra (Xaela), are enjoying themselves amongst the orange dusk of the day. They have gone through so much together since ARR, that it's the little moments that count.

#AuraApril Day 4: Blossom

Everytime I am with you, our love flourishes.

My flower of the Dawn 🏵️🌞: @auroranubilum.bsky.social

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.//I'll give the OGs a spotlight every now & again, they already done so last year's april. 🫠

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERS ⋆⁺₊⋆ #AuraApril2026

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This one I made in late 2024!
I've done plenty of coloured pics of him, but I still come back to that sketch because I love the rancid vibe he's giving off here, makes it obvious that he's not a good guy.

#ffxivart #xaela #sase #aura #wolaotd

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The Azyg are a small and obscure tribe located in the Tail Mountains. Those who do know them, though, remember their fierce independence. Despite subjugation by the Nart, they have resisted continuously for many years, spurred by the reverence for their beloved mountains.
#Fanon #Xaela #CustomTribes

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synell the xaela femra in a green flower dress with a hyacinthe corsage in her hair, seated among the vibrant blossoms of the Lavender Beds. she smiles warmly, hands clasped in delight

synell the xaela femra in a green flower dress with a hyacinthe corsage in her hair, seated among the vibrant blossoms of the Lavender Beds. she smiles warmly, hands clasped in delight

Day 4: blossom

Synell has come to adore many things about lands away from the Steppe and her familiar territory of Thanalan, but her favorite are Gridania's colorful gardens and the gentleness with which they're tended

#AuraApril2026 #AuraApril #femra #xaela #ff14ss #synelltime #ocsky

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Ama Torioi for @tsuzima.etheirys.social
#FFXIV #FFXIVART #Au_Ra #xaela

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#AuraApril ── .✦ day 03: portrait
is this real or is it all just a dream? 🪽

#gpose | #gposers | #au_ra | #xaela | #AuraApril2026

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Male Au Ra leaning against a windowsill shirtless. One hand on his hip with the night sky in the background.

Male Au Ra leaning against a windowsill shirtless. One hand on his hip with the night sky in the background.

Moonlight and Fireflies

|| #aura || #xaela || #gposer || #nightsongposing ||

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Zaya, a purple-haired Xaela with celestal scales, posing for a portrait

Zaya, a purple-haired Xaela with celestal scales, posing for a portrait

The Fortune Teller

#aurapril Day 3: Portrait

#au_ra #xaela

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💙Happy💜Friday🤍

#Au_Ra #ffxiv #ffxivscreenshots #gpose #EorzeanPhotos #ffxivgpose #gposers #xaela

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Ama Torioi and a touch of provocation.

#FFXIV #FFXIVART #Au_Ra #xaela

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Had a little fun with my friend Acacia, the other night. Does this count as #femrafriday?

#ff14 #ffxiv #gpose #gposer #ffxivgposer #au'ra #xaela #sarassispics

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gpose of a xaela from FFXIV, she is smiling at the viewer with a demure expression while wearing punk-style clothing and standing among flowers

gpose of a xaela from FFXIV, she is smiling at the viewer with a demure expression while wearing punk-style clothing and standing among flowers

#AuraApril #AuraApril2026 #femra #xaela #synelltime

Day 3: Portrait

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#AuraApril Day 3: Portrait

Looking handsome as usual

#Atirapose | #AuraApril2026 | #AuRa | #Xaela | #gpose | #GPOSERS

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A stately Ishgardian portrait, commissioned by The Countess herself, softly rendered in muted gold and blue hues, depicts the Countess and the Sister standing together, heart to heart. Each of their hand is entwined as if in proposal, their fingers are laced together with a tenderness both profoundly equal and fiercely guarded. The Countess is dressed for as for a grand ball, her attire dark and immaculate, each fold painted with deliberate elegance. Opposite of her, the Sister wears her chorus gown, its flowing lines softened to grant her an almost sacred stillness. They gaze only at one another, unwavering and unashamed. They lit with a quiet, fragile love that defies the cold doctrine beyond the canvas.

At first, the composition feels serene, almost devotional. Yet the longer one lingers, the more the stillness begins to feel… unsettling.

Far in the background, obscured by shadow and distance, a third figure is barely recognizable. The Voidsent is rendered in softened, broken strokes, her silhouette swallowed by darkness, save for the faint glow of yellow-white eyes. She lingers at the edge of perception, her presence easy to miss unless deliberately sought after. One clawed hand is raised to where her lips would be, a single finger pressed in a silent, knowing gesture towards the viewer: hush.

Encasing the portrait, the frame is elegantly carved in gold and wood, with two blooming roses line its sides. On the other edge, preserved death’s-head moth spreads its wings, its taxidermy encased with awe and mystery. At the lower base rests a small Ishgardian flag, a quiet yet imposing reminder of the faith that would condemn what the painting preserves.

The work stands as both celebration and warning. A moment of true love, luminous and defiant… beneath the patient gaze of something never meant to be seen.

A stately Ishgardian portrait, commissioned by The Countess herself, softly rendered in muted gold and blue hues, depicts the Countess and the Sister standing together, heart to heart. Each of their hand is entwined as if in proposal, their fingers are laced together with a tenderness both profoundly equal and fiercely guarded. The Countess is dressed for as for a grand ball, her attire dark and immaculate, each fold painted with deliberate elegance. Opposite of her, the Sister wears her chorus gown, its flowing lines softened to grant her an almost sacred stillness. They gaze only at one another, unwavering and unashamed. They lit with a quiet, fragile love that defies the cold doctrine beyond the canvas. At first, the composition feels serene, almost devotional. Yet the longer one lingers, the more the stillness begins to feel… unsettling. Far in the background, obscured by shadow and distance, a third figure is barely recognizable. The Voidsent is rendered in softened, broken strokes, her silhouette swallowed by darkness, save for the faint glow of yellow-white eyes. She lingers at the edge of perception, her presence easy to miss unless deliberately sought after. One clawed hand is raised to where her lips would be, a single finger pressed in a silent, knowing gesture towards the viewer: hush. Encasing the portrait, the frame is elegantly carved in gold and wood, with two blooming roses line its sides. On the other edge, preserved death’s-head moth spreads its wings, its taxidermy encased with awe and mystery. At the lower base rests a small Ishgardian flag, a quiet yet imposing reminder of the faith that would condemn what the painting preserves. The work stands as both celebration and warning. A moment of true love, luminous and defiant… beneath the patient gaze of something never meant to be seen.

A closer, but full version of the portrait from the previous image, with The Countess, The Sister, and The Voidsent. Details of explanation are on the previous image.

"𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑" (Year 5). [Oil and pastel on canvas]. Privately owned. Ishgard.

A closer, but full version of the portrait from the previous image, with The Countess, The Sister, and The Voidsent. Details of explanation are on the previous image. "𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑" (Year 5). [Oil and pastel on canvas]. Privately owned. Ishgard.

#AuraApril Day 3: Portrait

"𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑑" (Year 5 A.D.). [Oil and pastel on canvas]. Privately owned. Ishgard.

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Tomorrow will be the OGs. Alt text is on the first image with the frame.

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #fangsoftherosegpose ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERS ⋆⁺₊⋆ #AuraApril2026

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Time to go home after a tan day

#GPOSERS | #Xaela | #AuRa | #gayffxiv| #ffxivgpose

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Its been a week since Serena's powers started acting weird and its been months since shes had any proper of contact with her friends, she feels a sense of isolation which isolation isnt new for her she usually spends majority of her time alone but its as if her emotions aren't taking it well this time, while out she thinking alot, about her friends, her past, she shrugs theses feelings off and continues with her day

Its been a week since Serena's powers started acting weird and its been months since shes had any proper of contact with her friends, she feels a sense of isolation which isolation isnt new for her she usually spends majority of her time alone but its as if her emotions aren't taking it well this time, while out she thinking alot, about her friends, her past, she shrugs theses feelings off and continues with her day

Things feel empty

Destabilization
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#GPose#GPoser#Gposers#Bpose#Bposer#Bposers#FFXIV#ff14#FemRa#Xaela#AuRa#Serena

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The Sister stands rigidly before an ornate Ishgardian mirror, her posture stiff while her head bowing low in shame as though restraining herself from the pain she feels. Her horns, elegant yet burdened by years of shame, remain unadorned—bare, almost vulnerable. Next to her, the Countess stands closely after she finishes decorating The Sister's horns with elpis flowers and chains. Reading the Sister's expression, she holds the Sister's hand as the weight of the room intensifies. She keeps her expression unreadable but with intent on listening. Sister Lunette begins to confess the weight of her sins in bare form. 

"I know you are trying for me... but I despise my horns... The Church tell me that they but a wound, carved by The Fury Herself... that I am defectant... unclean... unworthy."

The air feels heavy with unspoken grief, as if the room itself remembers every cruel word ever carved into the Sister’s self-image. 
To the Countess, she feels the injustice of such grief.

The Sister stands rigidly before an ornate Ishgardian mirror, her posture stiff while her head bowing low in shame as though restraining herself from the pain she feels. Her horns, elegant yet burdened by years of shame, remain unadorned—bare, almost vulnerable. Next to her, the Countess stands closely after she finishes decorating The Sister's horns with elpis flowers and chains. Reading the Sister's expression, she holds the Sister's hand as the weight of the room intensifies. She keeps her expression unreadable but with intent on listening. Sister Lunette begins to confess the weight of her sins in bare form. "I know you are trying for me... but I despise my horns... The Church tell me that they but a wound, carved by The Fury Herself... that I am defectant... unclean... unworthy." The air feels heavy with unspoken grief, as if the room itself remembers every cruel word ever carved into the Sister’s self-image. To the Countess, she feels the injustice of such grief.

Countess Asha takes a moment before she curves a gentle smile, her hand carefully grasping against Sister Lunette's fingers. Her expression is pepped, but her eyes burn with quiet defiance—sharp, unyielding, almost dangerous. She begins to retort the church's proclamations.

"Well… t’is a mercy then, that the Church doesn’t speak for me. Such fools are bound by failure to recognize beauty, even if the judgement of The Fury reign upon their cathedral halls."

The Sister feels the intensity of The Countess's emotions: one admirable and joyous, the other resolute, unwavering. She absorbs it all as her world begins to prepare for the heat of passion to rise.

Countess Asha takes a moment before she curves a gentle smile, her hand carefully grasping against Sister Lunette's fingers. Her expression is pepped, but her eyes burn with quiet defiance—sharp, unyielding, almost dangerous. She begins to retort the church's proclamations. "Well… t’is a mercy then, that the Church doesn’t speak for me. Such fools are bound by failure to recognize beauty, even if the judgement of The Fury reign upon their cathedral halls." The Sister feels the intensity of The Countess's emotions: one admirable and joyous, the other resolute, unwavering. She absorbs it all as her world begins to prepare for the heat of passion to rise.

The Countess’s finally reaches... her hand lingers at the base of one horn, her touch reverent yet possessive, as though presenting something sacred to the world. She carefully lifts a fine chain of jeweled adornments, beginning to drape it across the curve of one horn. Her gaze remain intense... devoted, almost unsettling in its depth. The Sister is now fully adorned as her horns were caressed by The Countess's gentle fingers. Delicate chains and flowers draping elegantly between her horns, her elpis flower on her horn catching the dim light like stars in the night sky. The Countess is now unavoidable—commanding attention despite her voice remaining as soft as her touch.

"How small their world must be... For if I were their adjudicator, I would have them kneel before the gracefulness that stands before them. Not even Halone Herself could dare dream to stand as such artistry… in marble, nor ice, nor myth."

By the depths of her words, the room feels smaller now, as though the moment itself has eclipsed everything beyond it.

The Countess’s finally reaches... her hand lingers at the base of one horn, her touch reverent yet possessive, as though presenting something sacred to the world. She carefully lifts a fine chain of jeweled adornments, beginning to drape it across the curve of one horn. Her gaze remain intense... devoted, almost unsettling in its depth. The Sister is now fully adorned as her horns were caressed by The Countess's gentle fingers. Delicate chains and flowers draping elegantly between her horns, her elpis flower on her horn catching the dim light like stars in the night sky. The Countess is now unavoidable—commanding attention despite her voice remaining as soft as her touch. "How small their world must be... For if I were their adjudicator, I would have them kneel before the gracefulness that stands before them. Not even Halone Herself could dare dream to stand as such artistry… in marble, nor ice, nor myth." By the depths of her words, the room feels smaller now, as though the moment itself has eclipsed everything beyond it.

The Sister keeps herself toward The Countess, their proximity intimate, and dangerously so. Her expression is soft, conflicted, touched with warmth yet shadowed by something deeper: realization of Countess Asha's emotions towards The Sister herself.

"Oh, Countess...~ You do so love your blasphemies...~ And yet, there’s such raw ache within your worship..." 

The Countess remains close as her hand still rests lovingly against the Sister’s horn, but her gaze remains caught between devotion and something more consuming.

The Sister keeps herself toward The Countess, their proximity intimate, and dangerously so. Her expression is soft, conflicted, touched with warmth yet shadowed by something deeper: realization of Countess Asha's emotions towards The Sister herself. "Oh, Countess...~ You do so love your blasphemies...~ And yet, there’s such raw ache within your worship..." The Countess remains close as her hand still rests lovingly against the Sister’s horn, but her gaze remains caught between devotion and something more consuming.

#AuraApril Day 2: Horns

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Featuring The Countess, Asha, and The Sister, Lunette.

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Fuck it, doing it at my own pace.

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #fangsoftherosegpose ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERS ⋆⁺₊⋆ #AuraApril2026

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#AuraApril ── .✦ day 02: horns
she's *very* enthusiastic about her horn adornments

#gpose | #gposers | #au_ra | #xaela | #AuraApril2026

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#AuraApril Day 2: Horns

Altira's very proud of his horns he makes sure they are always sharp and look good

#Atirapose | #AuraApril2026 | #AuRa | #Xaela | #gpose | #GPOSERS

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Rafen, a black and gold-haired vie'ra, stroking the horns of Zaya, a purple-haired xaela with celestial scales. She looks content and happy

Rafen, a black and gold-haired vie'ra, stroking the horns of Zaya, a purple-haired xaela with celestial scales. She looks content and happy

Rafen knows her tender places...
Rafen belongs to @lucidcarino.bsky.social

#aurapril Day 2: Horns

#au_ra #xaela #viera #vie'ra

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#AuraApril Day 1: Introduction

Altira Haragin, The Everlasting Galaxy, also known as the Galaxy Dragon Lord 🌌🐉

#Atirapose | #AuraApril2026 | #AuRa | #Xaela | #gpose | #GPOSERS

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💙Happy💜Thursday🤍

#Au_Ra #ffxiv #ffxivscreenshots #gpose #EorzeanPhotos #ffxivgpose #gposers #xaela

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The Nart tribe guard their sheltered home in the foothills of the Tail mountains with great jealousy. Renowned warriors, they mixed their old traditions from the central plains with those of the mountain peoples they subjugated over generations.

#Fanon #Xaela #CustomTribes

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my challenge to myself: do this without reshade or post-editing
(susumu hirasawa ilu)

#gpose | #xaela

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#AuraApril Day 1: Intro

Featuring OG Umbra 🌙🐇 & @auroranubilum.bsky.social 🌞🦉
+ their AU versions: Sister Lunette ⛪, Countess Asha 🦇, and The Voidsent 👹.

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I am a day late, I know... This took a week of anguis... 😴

⋆⁺₊⋆ #Au_Ra ⋆⁺₊⋆ #xaela ⋆⁺₊⋆ #raen ⋆⁺₊⋆ #GPOSERS ⋆⁺₊⋆ #AuraApril2026

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Another pic from my last shoot.

Another pic from my last shoot.

Triss.
#xaela | #au_ra | #FemRa | #gpose | #gposer | #ffxivgpose | #ff14gpose | #ffxivscreenshot

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