#a loyal wife and no friend of mine are also up there.

[flowerslut]

hi! me again, freshly back from north star. first of all, respectfully, how dare you make me feel this many emotions after midnight oh my god. the way you write visions both here and in roots is my absolute favorite from any fic author i’ve read. also also i have such a violent soft spot for maria that’s entirely your fault.

“—soft spot for maria—“

got another one

[thatidiotsuds]

hey ,sorry to bother, but can you pls make a fic about John McTavish where he is off from work and a few weeks later he gets a call in the middle of the night by one of the men in 141 asking if he is okay ,because no one has heard from him in a while( while they talk softly trying not wake you , 141 did not know john had a partner , you wake up and he apologized) pls if you have time, and thx if you can. All love❤ .

Hey Alicia4674! 🎉 You’re my very first request, I hope you like this. Feel free to throw more requests my way— Hope you’re having an awesome day! 😄✨

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem Reader

Secrets for Safety Reasons

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them. GIF not mine

Warnings ⚠️: None, maybe grammatical and spelling errors 😅

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish was always a protective soul. If he were an animal, he’d be a Leonberger—loyal, strong, and always on guard. He might deny it, but deep down, he knew he was fiercely protective. Anticipating any possible danger was just part of who he was.

When Captain Price called him up during his daily training at the base gym to meet in his office, Soap felt a rush of hope. Maybe this was it. Price handed him a letter, and Soap’s heart raced as he read the words: he was finally relieved from duty and allowed to go home.

“Cheers, Captain,” he said, trying to keep his excitement in check as he made his way back to his chamber. He shut the door behind him, urgency coursing through him. Just like every time he was on leave, he quickly gathered his valuables, desperate to get back to you, his beloved wife, whom he hadn’t seen in far too long due to his missions.

He couldn’t wait to share stories of his adventures, leaving out the dangerous bits, of course. He knew you’d give him that disapproving look if you heard about the close calls. But he also knew you meant well; you loved him, and that was what mattered.

As he packed, he included some gadgets and tools he’d picked up during his missions, knowing how curious you’d be about them. A smile crept onto his face as he thought of your excitement. He placed his journal on top of the neatly folded clothes in his duffle bag and zipped it up.

After exchanging handshakes and hugs with his mates, he made his way home, leaving you a voice note on your nameless caller ID, the icon of a shampoo bottle making him chuckle. He kept his private life a secret, even from his closest friends. Not even Simon Riley knew he had a wife. The thought of the enemy finding out and coming after you made his stomach churn with anxiety.

That was why he chose to live in a small, secluded town in Scotland—somewhere hard to find but still accessible.

Once he landed and made it home, he spent every waking moment with you, showering you with kisses, even while you were cooking. He didn’t want you to leave his side; he just wanted you safe in his arms after being apart for so long. At home, he was the complete opposite of the serious, tough soldier everyone knew. He was clingy, affectionate, and playful, allowing himself to be vulnerable around you because his love for you was deeper than words could express.

Weeks later, one night, he woke up in a cold sweat, panting as memories and trauma from his missions crashed over him like a tidal wave. He shot up in bed, trying to calm his racing heart.

He glanced over to see you reaching for his hand in your sleepy state, and it made his heart flutter. Just then, his phone vibrated on the wooden surface of the bedside table. He picked it up and saw multiple missed calls and messages from his team. He quietly got out of bed and walked to the window, answering the call, knowing they must be worried since he hadn’t sent an update about his safe arrival.

“Hey, Lt.,” he said in a low, husky voice, careful not to wake you.

“Johnny, how’ve you been?” Ghost asked. “Garrick and Price have been trying to reach you for weeks.”

“I’ve... been busy, that’s all. A lot of things going on here at home,” he replied, glancing back at you as you shifted in bed.

“I’m glad you made it home. I’ll let the others know. Watch your six, alright?” Simon said.

“Cheers, Lt. You too, mate,” Soap replied with a small smile before hanging up. He placed the phone down on the nearest shelf and climbed back into bed, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Who was it?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Sorry to wake you, Bonnie. Just the lads checking in,” he reassured you softly. “Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here.”

With that, he settled back down, feeling the warmth of your presence beside him, and soon drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that you were safe.

---------------------------------------------Hope you like this fanfic, let me know if you have a request, feel free to send it over.

MASTERLIST

[ace-shenanigans]

Hello, Ace. For reasons, would you be amenable to write a summary of Xuan Su, Xiu Ya and Xin Mo personalities? Definitely nothing else going on here just curious. /j seriously tho, pardon it's 2 am and my brain is scrmbled

Btw the recent two X³MYS asks were mine because I got hit with brainrot for this au. And multiple more but im shy and anxious. There might be sth else tho. Later.

Also. Does XS need to be near YQY or can he chill up to like, 500m/1500feet away? And does the distance lessen the hive mind effect? Asking for science.

Pretty pleaseon the personalities tho please i beg

-moon anon

I gotchu under the read more, Moonie!

Xiu Ya: Acts similarly to Shen Yuan in svsss, albeit a bit more motherly as seen by his interactions with the ducklings. Since he doesnt have an OOC feature hanging over him, hes a lot more open with his snark and sarcasm, as well as his compliments. He likes to wander and interact with those around him, always curious about the world and its inhabitants, and the wife beam is still very much active even if he misreads things as everything except romantic

Pros: kind, adaptable, sociable, intelligent

Cons: oblivious to social cues, quick tempered, impulsive

Xuan Su: Hes very much the sleepy-sweet dad figure meets the competent and respected general, which makes him appear approachable to friends and intimidating to foes. Hes good if you need a shoulder to cry on, someone to ramble to, or just a calming presence to be around. He has a tendency to be self sacrificing however, and would rather focus on those he cares about rather than think about himself, and he has a slight selfish streak around those closest to him.

Pros: loyal, sympathetic, level-headed, friendly

Cons: secretive, indulgent, biased

Xin Mo: someone called him an edgy fuckboy once and it really nailed his personality perfectly. Hes a narcissistic lecher who craves destruction and anarchy, and is willing to use any means necessary to get what he wants. Unfortunately he does have the power and ability to back up his ego, and his whims can range anywhere from annoying pranks to world ending events.

Pros: adaptable, creative, resourceful

Cons: manipulative, violent, vindictive, predatory

As for XS/YQY's mind melding thing, the two are always merged regardless of how far the sword is, but theres a level of discomfort present if theyre too far apart and/or separated for too long. Its less strain on them both to be closer together, but YQY has had plenty of practice ignoring the discomfort for cases where he cant be near XS for some reason

[darkmodepls]

Selfish Heterodynes

And why that's a good thing for their people

One thing that is commonly known about Sparks is that they have extremely self centered worldviews and motivations.

Sparks find it very hard to care about other people, and when they do, they often treat them more as an object or a pet than as a sapient being.

It's the main reason why non-sparks are so afraid of them. If you are just another object, what's stopping the Spark from using you for spare parts.

So. What is it about Heterodyne selfishness that makes their people so fanatically loyal

to start with, Heterodynes are selfish about their people because they are people.

Any time Agatha is introduced to a new group of people, she goes out of her way to learn their likes, dislikes, and histories. While there is a Doyalist explanation for this (the audience needs the exposition) I believe the Watsonian explanation is that this is part of being a Heterodyne.

Heterodynes that grew up in Mechanicsburg probably knew the names and life histories of more than half the town. They would drink with their men and participate in festivals. *Even if part of the festivities included being chased by an angry mob.*

Because they care about the person, they care about their personality and goals. To damage a mind is almost sacrilegious to a Heterodyne.

One of the defining traits of Heterodynes is that they are vehemently against brainwashing and mind control. While part of it is the fact that such methods undermine any genuine loyalty, It could also stem from the way such things interfere with who the victim is as a person.

Think about how Agatha's horror over Dr. Vapnoople differed from that of other Sparks. They were mainly concerned with how it kept Dimitri from expressing his Spark, while Agatha was upset by what it did to his personality.

Heterodynes make space for their people to achieve their goals.

As small as Mechanicsburg is, it's divided up into a variety of districts where all sorts of industries take place. From medicine, to constructs, to engineering, and trade, if a citizen wants to work in a certain field, the town can accommodate them.

Additionally, the people have no fear showing their work to the Masters. The moment Agatha started Heterodyning, she had a crowd of people clamoring to offer her their skills and talents. There wasn't a any hesitation to brag about this skill or that talent or offer these services to their Master.

Why would there be? it was probably a very common sight to see a crowd of townsfolk proudly share their latest creations with the Masters, and the Heterodynes probably took great delight in their people's ingenuity.

Because the People, their Personality, and their Skill belong to the Heterodyne, any Outsider trying to harm a citizen is trying to Steal from the Heterodyne.

to the Heterodynes it's never just a servant or just a gaurd, or just a farmer. They know that the servant was named Molly and had 2 nieces and preferred cake to pudding. They know that Grant had been a Jaeger for 200 years and had been best friends with their grandfather's sister's husband. They knew the Farmer Mac was a minor spark who had been secretly crossbreeding orange petunias as a gift for their wife.

Every loss is personal, so that makes it vital that they protect their people with everything they have.

The core of my idea can be summarized with this Discworld quote:

"All witches are selfish, the Queen had said. But Tiffany’s Third Thoughts said: Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine!I have a duty!"

Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men (Discworld, #30; Tiffany Aching, #1)

All that a Mechanicsburger is belongs to their Heterodyne, and the Heterodynes will protect them from all threats the way a dragon guards its horde.

[icedragonlizard]

My headcanons for the Kirby cast's favorite people

Please remember that this is purely my headcanons.

Kirby: He has a lot of love in his heart for all of his friends, but if he had to pick two favorites, they'd be Bandee and Gooey. Those are the two that hang out with him more than anyone else does, and also the two most loyal ones to him, which means an absolute ton to him.

King Dedede: Besties with Meta Knight. His other favorite people are all of his waddle dees (including Bandee), as well as Kirby.

Meta Knight: Besties with Dedede. His other favorite people are all of his Halberd crewmates, as well as Kirby and Bandee.

Bandana Waddle Dee: Kirby and Dedede are his absolute best friends. After them, his next favorite people are Meta Knight, Gooey and Elfilin. Elfilin grew on him so fast after Forgotten Land.

Rick: His girlfriend, Pick. His other favorite people are the other animal friends, Gooey and Kirby.

Kine: His wife, Mine. His other favorite people are the other animal friends, Gooey and Kirby.

Coo: Rick, Kine, Pick, Mine and Pitch's mom are his closest friends. His other favorite people after that are Kirby, Gooey and the remaining animal friends.

Nago: His girlfriend, Shiro. His other favorite people are the other animal friends, Gooey and Kirby.

ChuChu: Nyupun is her absolute best friend. Her next closest friends after that are Pitch, Gooey, Ribbon and Kirby.

Pitch: His mom. He's a mama's boy. His next favorite people aka his closest friends are ChuChu, Nyupun, Gooey, Kirby and Bandee.

Gooey: Kirby and the animal friends are his absolute favorite people. Other particularly close friends of his include Bandee and Marx.

Marx: Besties with Magolor. After that, his next favorite people are the mage sisters as he loves how chaotic they are, with Francisca being his favorite out of them. He also has a soft spot for Gooey.

Adeleine: Besties with Ribbon. Her other favorite people are Kirby, Bandee, Dedede, Shadow Kirby, Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, the latter three of which commonly join her in fun art sessions which she enjoys a lot.

Ribbon: Besties with Adeleine. Her next favorite people right behind Adeleine are Queen Ripple and Kirby, with Queen Ripple being a mother figure to her and Ribbon still looks up to Kirby so much. Her other closest friends include ChuChu, Shadow Kirby and Elfilin.

Dark Meta Knight: Besties with Shadow Kirby, and his second best friend is Daroach. He's grown to have so much liking for those two. He's grateful to have them.

Shadow Kirby: Besties with Dark Meta Knight. His second favorite person is Kirby as he thanks him so much for helping him get better at using copy abilities, and then his next favorites after that would be Daroach, Adeleine and Ribbon as he appreciates them a lot for being Dark Meta Knight's friends.

Daroach: His fellow squeak squad members without a doubt. He treasures them, as they mean everything to him. His favorite people outside of his squad are Dark Meta Knight and Shadow Kirby, as he thinks they're both super cool.

Magolor: Besties with Marx. His next closest friends after that are Taranza, Susie and Kirby. Magolor considers his inner circle to be of himself, Marx, Taranza and Susie, and likes to call this group the "Magogang".

Taranza: Truthfully, Sectonia will always be his favorite person ever. But that doesn't mean he doesn't also have other favorites after that, because he does. His best alive friend is Susie, with his next closest friends after that being Magolor and Zan Partizanne.

Susie: Taranza and Francisca are her absolute best friends. She really loves them. Honestly, she way prefers them over her dad. She still has care for her dad, but there's also resentment as he's sincerely made her feel hurt, and it's at the point she just loves her besties way more than him. Shout out to Magolor as he is Susie's third closest friend, but Taranza and Francisca are by far her two favorite people.

Francisca: Her family, with Flamberge being her favorite person ever. For people outside of her family, her favorites are Susie and Marx. Especially the former, as Francisca has quite a soft spot for Susie.

Flamberge: Her family, with Francisca being her favorite person ever. For people outside of her family, she generally considers her favorites to be Magolor, Marx, Susie and Taranza.

Zan Partizanne: Her family. She loves Hyness, Francisca and Flamberge equal amounts, although Francisca and Flamberge have suspected many times that she loves Hyness more than them but that's not actually true. For people outside of her family, her favorites are Taranza and Kirby.

Hyness: His daughters. He loves all three of them an equal amount. They're his everything and he really feels like he owes them after what happened. For people outside of his family, Kirby would be his favorite person in that regard as he has unbridled amounts of gratitude for the pink puff for saving him and his daughters at the end of HiAD.

Elfilin: Kirby and Bandee are his best friends. They're everything to him after the Forgotten Land adventure. His other closest friendships are with Clawroline, Dedede, Gooey and Ribbon.

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Quarterfinals, Match 1

Balloon and Suitcase (Suitloon) from Inanimate Insanity vs. John Doe and Arthur Lester (Jarthur) from Malevolent!

Propaganda for Suitloon:

I think of them as queerplatonic, because theyre incredibly close and are pretty much each other's support systems. Balloon is Aromantic (technically canon? one of the creators said he was so im rlly hoping it is canon) so this is NOT a romantic ship. They dont have any romantic interactions, but you can spin every scene how you want. I just think they're in a QPR and are heavily supportive and understanding to each other. (Since like. half the people in the show fucking hate Balloon, and not many people seem to like to let Suitcase speak for herself)

Propaganda for Jarthur:

The inherent intimacy of having a guy (John) inside your (Arthur) head who you don't know the history or goals of but still bond over the atrocities you go through in your shared body. And sometimes he's an arsehole but you know that he wants the best for you and it's so much more than any other relationship they could have and in the end they always have eachother and I'm jealous of a sad British man and the voice in his head. They're friends and each others world and everything and I want what they have. OH DID I MENTION THAT ARTHUR IS FUCKINF BLIND AND JOHN IS HIS ONLY ACCESS TO SIGHT? IT'S BEAUTIFUL. Like John always takes such care to describe their surroundings (no seriously he starts waxing poetic). I mean yh he withholds it sometimes but every door has its issues. Anyways yh I love them and they deserve the world.

They are extremely close, both literally and figuratively. John is inside of Arthur's head, and they often fight in ways that have been referred to by the fans as 'divorce moments' but they still very clearly care about and love each other, in a way that is explicitely non-romantic. Their love is desperate and aching and they're not just friends, but they are definitely not dating, and a LOT of the fandom interprets them as queerplatonic.

Oh, the special kind of affection and friendship that can only bloom between a 1930s private detective and the eldritch entity that ends up possessing his eyes and left arm. 95% of this show is Arthur (the detective) bickering with John (the eldritch entity) like an old married couple, and falling in and out of trust with each other. Despite that they are both fiercely loyal to the other and by the point the podcast is at now they seem to trust each other implicitly - Arthur has to rely on John to guide him since John can see out of the eyes of their body and Arthur can't, but when they fall into an abandoned mine and are reunited (long story) they immediately fall back into that old, trusting rhythm. They share a body and their initial goal in the podcast is to be separated, but by the point we're at now they're not too fussed about it. They're making plans to go out to dinner and the movies. Also, Arthur is aro-coded - there's a big emotional arc that involves him accepting the fact that he never had romantic feelings for his wife, even during the birth of their child or her death, and how that doesn't make him a bad person or diminish the love he felt for that child.

They have fought gods together. Also they're positive plural representation. What is there not to love????

[slashmagpie]

“Here’s what happened, okay. We were on a date with Clebert—”

“It’s not a date.”

“—and, and Etho walks by and she, she looks at him, she’s like whoa.”

“She just catcalls him, like woohoo!”

“Woo!”

“I’m out, yeah!”

“You got it wrong, me and Etho are besties! We’re not—we’re not—it’s not romantic.”

They’re not sure why it feels so important. 

It’s not that Cleo has ever really—well, that’s not quite—they’ve never argued about it before, is the thing. Like—with Bdubs. With Bdubs, right, people had—they’d assumed. It’s what people do. Even Scott, and Scott is—Scott is Scott. He knows about these sorts of things. And even he…

“Bdubs is your ride or die, Jimmy’s mine, he’s my husband, and he’s with them, so I’m kind of—but I don’t ever want to fight you.”

“If Bdubs betrays me—if our husbands die, yeah?”

Husband. Because that was the word Scott had been using, for Jimmy, and Bdubs had been Cleo’s Jimmy, in a way, so it had—it had made sense. Use the same words for the same thing. And then—being married is kind of a funny bit, isn’t it? So later, when Bdubs and Impulse had been lying to them—

“Bdubs, I know we’re divorced and you’re with Impulse now, but did you really think you could lie to me?”

And whilst Cleo’s not sure they put too much stock in Ren’s claims as to what he’d caught Bdubs and Impulse doing in the woods, they know that whatever those two had going on wasn’t quite the same. They’d said it was, but they hadn’t really meant it. Not really. Marriage—marriage is a funny bit, really, is all it is. 

After all, last season, with Etho—being divorced is also a funny bit. 

“I’m not calling you wife.”

“You can call me Cleo!”

He still doesn’t call them wife. Still calls them Cleo. Calls them bestie, now, too, ironic grin beneath his mask. Etho’s not too big on PDA, either, which is—nice. Not that Cleo doesn’t like it, it’s just—

“It’s platonic,” they insist to Tango, to Skizz, and see their eyes sparkle. They don’t get it. They don’t get it, and it makes Cleo’s skin crawl, because—

Cleo’s loyal, is the thing. When they say ride or die, when they say allies, when they say husband or soulmate or my boys—they mean it. If you’re theirs, you’re theirs, and that means everything. 

But it doesn’t mean—

Romance is a funny bit. It’s a like a costume, really. Pull it on, pull it off, kiss and hold hands and sleep in the same bed and say your vows for the fun of it. Then shrug it off at the end of the day and go back to being friends. There’s no—they don’t feel any of those sappy things, really. It’s not them. Sure, Cleo loves people, loves their friends, but not—like that. They don’t want anything to do with any of that. The aesthetic of it, the performance of it, the drama of it? They’ll take it. But they’ll leave the rest. The mushy, goopy, complicated feelings soup part of it—that’s not theirs. Other people can deal with that. Cleo will be off dealing with better things.

It’s—it’s like being a woman, really, in that Cleo doesn’t really mind that people see them that way—plays into it, really, loves the aesthetic, has fun with the performance—but they don’t really feel it. And they don’t mind that other people don’t exactly understand—

Until they step too close, say something Cleo really doesn’t like the sound of, and then they’re snapping, “I’m not a woman,” with such force it makes the perpetrator flinch.

It’s the same thing, this, Tango and Skizz stepping too close to their toes, getting in their personal space, and it bubbles up out of them before they can stop it. It’s platonic. We’re platonic. And the fact that other people aren’t seeing that—

It itches. Prickles. Stifles. Hugs their bones like an ill-fitting coat.

It’s one thing to wear a costume, to put on a show—but Cleo will not be stuffed into a suit without their permission and put up on a stage to read a script they never had any intention of performing. 

“We’re just besties, we’re not in a romantic relationship,” they tell Tango. He blinks at them, and they can see that the words don’t quite go in—

It itches.

Maybe if Cleo makes being besties the new bit, the itch will stop bothering them quite so much.

[quotidian-oblivion]

For the Merlin asks

8, 11, 13!

Heyoo!!!

8. One off character you wish had a bigger part.

11. Random Knights Headcanon.

13. Random Servant Headcanon.

~

8:

Freya. She's not exactly one-off but I so so desperately wish she played a bigger part.

Because, c'mon. SHE'S THE DAMN LADY OF THE LAKE.

Magic beautiful water cat woman who guards the gates to death.

She deserves more than just being a mysterious hand who held and caught a sword. And Merlin deserved to have a secret water wife (i also love Freylin <33). Just think of the many possibilities and plots that could have happened. Just- just imagine. This is why i'm depressed.

11:

I told this to @tireddruid in conversation once and put it in one of my fics too, but I believe that after the Lamia incident, Gwaine woke up in the middle of the night after being recovered from what the Lamia did to him and then realized what he had done to Merlin. So he immediately went to Merlin's hut in the village they were staying in and just. starting crying. Silently and hard, beside Merlin's bed, full of remorse because damn it Gwaine's whole concept was that nobility came from the heart, not by blood. And what he did under the Lamia's spell wasn't noble at all.

Besides that, Merlin was his friend. The first person who took him to his home - gave up his own bed - to look after him while he was heavily drunk and barely capable of standing without support and didn't resent or rob him after that. Merlin was kind, caring, loyal and never - never - deserving of that kind of treatment or close to it. He was his first friend. He was why he became a knight. He was why Gwaine risked his neck to protect a noble and a royal. He was why Gwaine enteres the lands of hell. He was why Gwaine jumped into a battle against an undead army. Simply because Merlin asked. Simply because Merlin cared for him without cost when no one else did and wanted him to stay.

Who would want to lose a treasure of a friend like that?

Merlin then woke up 30 minutes later to find the crying mess of a knight and immediately knew that whatever doubts he had been having about the knights since the Lamia was untrue and Gwaine (and later the others too) would never willingly hold him in that regard. They fortunately didn't harm him too much, and it would take a while for Merlin to not flinch every time any of the knights made sudden movements towards him, but he would recover. And he would remember, just why he decided to befriend them.

13:

Agh. I thought about this one. And I don't particularly think much about characters beyond the main ones unless they relate to a plot of mine.

But one thing I assumed (but the show never confirmed) is that Merlin is quite popular among the servants.

I mean, does anyone remember Tyr Stewart? The guy evil!Gwen killed? He was outright threatened with death and his mother too, the poor man was traumatized and scared and anxious. Yet, he opened up to Merlin after some coaxing.

I don't think just anyone would open up to a random stranger, even in a higher power with the potential to end your life (cuz Merlin is tge manservant to the king), and trust them with information regarding yours and your loved one's lives. But he did with Merlin.

And this just proves to me that Merlin is in fact quite popular and friendly with the servants and patients and other commoners. The cook hates him, hey, but none of the other servants snitched on him when he snagged a pastry or dumpling or two. Especially not after Merlin sneaked them a piece ;)

~

Thank you so much for the asksssssss! I had loads of fun thinking them up :D

[ratasum]

Tyria-432 Commander(s): Vezz of Cautti & Oaklinna (mine), Garrus Firstblood & Rissia of Pazz (@wall-legion's) This is our main Tyria, focusing on our main four commanders that act as a unit, with Oaklinna leaving after Trahearne's death, Vezz and Rissia retiring after Kralkatorrik, and Garrus stepping down after the death of Soo-Won. Logan "dies" in Arah instead of rejoining the team, ending up taking Zojja's place in SotO. Eir survives HoT, though by the skin of her teeth, losing most of her left leg in the process. Zojja spends some time in Amnytas starting at the beginning of EoD, but returns home after the end of SotO. Currently, our pact marshal Deshauna Tahir and her wife Eshara Ulvhit are dealing with matters in the Lowland Shores. The commanders remain retired, Vezz and Rissia living with their twin progeny in Applenook, Garrus with his mate and cubs in Althoma, and Oaklinna as the Knight of the Brother Tree in Maguuma, a new tree that grew in the place Trahearne died with the firstborn himself as its avatar.

Tyria-404 Commander(s): Rhenn of No One On this Tyria, the asura who had been meant to be commander - Tebb - winds up dying with all the other racial representatives and all the order mentors at Claw Island. Inquest Overseer and genius geneticist Prikk saw an opportunity, pushing his creation and "son" Rhenn into the spotlight as a replacement, largely as an Inquest publicity stunt. Remaining loyal to the Inquest initially, Rhenn's time away from his father and the organization slowly start to make him realize the truth of how horrible the Inquest really was and the extent of his own father's abuse. He travels with a Priory healer named Kippa, a formerly captive mesmer named Iuno Wrathtalon, and an asuran engineer raised by charr named Sidera "Sid" Hackwrench. He's currently back in the saddle in JW, with Kippa having served as Wayfinder during SotO. As in other timelines, Logan died here in Arah, but this time for real. It would be Rhenn's mysterious older sister Rhiia replacing Zojja in SotO.

Tyria-2007 Commander(s): Rosamund "Rosie" Marriner (mine) & Guinevere "Ginny" (@wall-legion's) A Tyria following the great-granddaughter of Cobiah Marriner and her best friend, who become commander because of the intervention of Logan, who in this timeline was a sellsword after the disastrous downfall of Destiny's Edge. Like in other timelines, he would eventually supposedly lose his life in Arah to resurface in SotO. The pair would be joined by a gladium charr necromancer named Umbra Shadowshot and would eventually find an asura from Rata Novus who'd been frozen in a specimen chamber by accident for 150 years, Xeonna. They would also be joined by a Priory engineer named Crispinus, or "Cris." Swapping duties and sometimes splitting up to "divide and conquer," the pair cuts a path through Tyria together. They have yet to reach Lowland Shores, but once they arrive, it'll be just as much of a chaotic affair as all their adventures previous.

Tyria-115 Commander(s): Peregrine "Perry" Jaffe (mine) & Vexalia "Lia" Grey (@wall-legion) Details to come. They're expies, though.

Tyria-1972 Commander(s): Praxxi of Lahia An asuran guardian who became commander after the death of her spouse Lopp, who died in her arms after a horrific injury on Claw Island. Further details to come later.

[aoisitsonmyface]

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It was a stunning day in Rainwell South Islands. The sun shone brilliantly, casting golden light over the rolling green hills. The windmill spun lazily in the warm breeze, its creaking wooden blades a familiar sound. Nearby, the watermill hummed as the river carried its steady flow downstream, powering the village. Birds chirped, and children laughed as they played in the castle courtyard.

In the grand stone castle at the heart of the island, King Bon Asahina sat comfortably on his throne, his legs sprawled over the armrest, one hand lazily holding his phone. Of course, no one else had a phone in Rainwell South—electronics didn’t exist here—but Bon was the exception. No one knew where he got it from, but he always had it. As he scrolled through posts, something caught his eye.

A guy called @vergilsama92222 had posted some ridiculous nonsense about his beloved wife, Aoi Asahina. It was obvious nonsense—non-canon, outright lies. Bon didn't even feel angry. He just sighed and typed back, "That’s literally a non-canon lie." Moments later, chaos erupted. Vergilsama, and his equally furious friend @notpistol , responded immediately. They threw out insults, calling Bon delusional, mocking him, and making petty jabs about his life. Bon smirked, unaffected. **They were the delusional ones, believing their own lies.** "Pathetic," Bon muttered, his fingers tapping away as he mocked them back. **"stay mad, Aoi Asahina is MINES ONLY."** Twilight Sparkle, his ever-loyal secretary, sat beside him at her own desk. She pushed her glasses up, her violet eyes scanning the messages. "This is beyond childish," she said, levitating a quill and scribbling a note for the upcoming festival while multitasking insults. **"Do they really think their whining affects anything? It’s almost funny."** Bon chuckled. "Exactly. Look at them frothing over my response. It’s like watching dogs bark at the moon." Vergilsama was losing his mind, typing walls of text about how "Bon was the true liar" and how "everyone knew it." Notpistol, however, took an even stranger route—**he suddenly started simping for Bon.** **"I bet you smell good, Bon."** **"braid my hairs."** **"If we fought, you’d win, King. You’re strong."** Bon recoiled. "What the hell?" Twilight gagged. "Oh, that’s disgusting." But it didn’t stop there. Notpistol also brought up Bon’s closest companion, **Thomas the Tank Engine.** **"Thomas the TRAIN Engine is never on time"** Bon didn't even need to answer—**Thomas himself burst in through the castle doors.** "Listen here, you little sh—!" Thomas, the blue engine himself, was fuming, steam practically billowing from his funnel. "You’re lucky I’m not on Tumblr because I’d roast you so hard, you’d be a scrap heap!" Bon grinned. "See? Even my engine is done with your nonsense." As the argument raged on, a pair of furious blue eyes peeked over Bon’s shoulder. **Aoi Asahina.** "Who’s saying what about my husband?" she demanded, her ponytail bouncing as she leaned in. "These two idiots," Bon said, holding up the screen. Aoi read the messages, her face darkening with anger. "Oh, so they think they can just say whatever they want, huh?" She cracked her knuckles. "Lemme at ‘em." "They’re already suffering," Twilight smirked, watching as both vergilsama and notpistol were rapidly losing the argument. "Pathetic," Bon muttered one last time before ignoring them. And just like that, the drama was over. **Bon tossed his phone aside and returned to his real life—the one that mattered.** He strolled out into the sunlit courtyard, where Aoi, Fluttershy, and his **13 daughters** were waiting for him. The girls were playing together, their laughter filling the air. Aoi tugged at his sleeve. "You done arguing with losers now?" "Of course," Bon said, pulling her close. "They were never worth my time anyway." Aoi beamed. "Good. Now, let’s go swimming!" "Sounds like a plan." As Bon walked off with his wife and daughters, the windmill kept turning, the watermill kept flowing, and the kingdom of Rainwell South continued, untouched by the nonsense of the outside world.

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[shannonsketches]

Thinking about Restorative Justice AUs this morning and I'm gonna copy/paste from the friendchat

part one:

Like yes okay I did listen to the apology song from book of life recently and after a moot posted something about the producer interview where zelda might’ve dismantled the monarchy after seeing how kingdoms are formed but didn’t have time in the game and I had feelings about it but imagine an TotK au in which the sages wanted to make gan human again because the circumstances of his corruption were also rooted in evil and the power of friendship means sovereign states full of love or something whatever you get me but like, they do the thing where they’re working on reigning gan in by seeing him (tm) and when it starts to work sagebody rauru is like ‘what are you doing he’s a monster No restorative justice (/personal grudge bc yknow he killed his wife)’ and light arrows him which makes him get monstrous again and goes after rauru and the kids have to figure out how to stop two stupid dogs from ripping each other and the whole world apart again

part two: (Re: That ^⁠ )

because I got hit with Apology Song from Book of Life AND I Know Who You Are from Moana -- Restorative Justice AU in which Riju is the one that can reach him because she knows what it's like to be a kid in a position she didn't ask for (in fact the exact same one he was born into) who is doing her best and she knows how angry and scared he must've been because she is also angry and scared and she knows he must be loyal to the darkness now because he felt betrayed and forgotten by his people but they still remember who he was before and she knows he used to be a hero and she knows he just wanted to keep his people safe and she can forgive him if he can forgive her but his enemies are her friends now and his people are okay they're okay and he doesn't need this power anymore his people are safe his war is over and he can come home to rest (die, finally)

and what if rauru light arrows him but hits riju (she's okay) and gan gets beasty and fights rauru and zelda splits them up and chains gan and rauru is like 'good chained like the beast you are' and goes to kill him and finds out he is also trapped by Zelda's light magic and she's like 'no this is fucking over goddammit i've seen how a kingdom is made and all of this is wrong i'm dissolving hyrule' and rauru's like '>:0 princess zelda-' and she's like 'QUEEN ZELDA. I AM THE DAUGHTER OF HYLIA'S LIGHT AND YOU WILL HEAR ME' and she banishes him back to the sacred realm so he can see his wife and be at peace whether he likes it or not and she destroys the malice/gloom on Gan and fixes Riju's injury with one like big untapped power boom she's been trying to reach this entire series and Gan can just sit with Riju and get to see her, this strong young Gerudo who is so brave and loves her people so much, and he can just idk crumble into sand and be part of his desert again

there was a Whole Movie in my head this morning

Bonus:

So Riju gets the closure of knowing she did destroy the evil that killed her mother and also gets to see and know and bury a legendary gerudo king and help his soul find the peace he clearly couldn't get on his own and Zelda gets the closure of knowing the cycle has ended and her power was ultimately used for good and Link gets the closure of just getting to hug all of his friends after a supernatural war

now he can go be babygirl to his boyfriend and his boyfriend's wife

and zelda can go be a hippie communist like her great great great great great x100 grandmother before her

and Baby Teba whose name escapes me can go be a great archer and Yonobo can go back to doing mining and capitalism

inevitably pissing off a dragon in the depths who will come out and eat them all

[hiraethwa]

Ave :((( SELF SHIP HOURS!!! >:)

I would like Aveio or Avetoshi for

Pre-relationship: 3 and 7

In Love: 1

Domestic: 1 and 9

Please <33333

-love bug 🍪

self ship ask game question vaults i | ii

you have me shaking in my shoes between tobio and toshi but i’m gonna be a loyal wife and go with aveio 🫶🏻

✨ pre relationship

3. Did you ramble to friends/family about each other? What did you say?

babe. have you seen my man? i don’t think i would survive if i don’t ramble to somebody about it (daisy is the somebody) i would just be gushing about how pretty tobio is, how sweet he is and the things he’d do while being a little flustered. 🥹

to my knowledge, tobio doesn’t really ramble to his friends or family about me, but that’s just because they would never let him hear the end of it. (thus he keeps all the AAAAAs and the EEEEEs inside, and also why he’s always blushing)

7. Were you two obvious about being in love? Did your friends try to tell you?

i think so. while we don’t really do pda, keeping to subtle touches, knees touching under the restaurant table, light hand on my waist guiding me whenever we walk together, i think that the look in our eyes are a dead giveaway >.< @daisy-room would always tell us that we’re so sickeningly in love and give me shit about it 💔

✨ in love

1. How do you hold hands? Who initiates it?

actually… surprisingly, tobio is the one who initiates hand holding in public most of the time. i don’t often do it out of consideration for what he’s comfortable with, so he’s the one who grabs my hand when he wants to 🥰

the way we hold hands is the standard handholding, no fingers intertwined. ofc tobio’s hand is on top of mine… you know why 😭

✨ domestic

1. Groceries! Do you go together? What does a grocery trip look like?

yes! tobio would have a list and all, and i generally like to rawdog it, looking up like three recipes on different tabs on my phone while shopping and keeping a mental list of other things. it doesn’t work out that well for me most of the time getting sidetracked and all, so he’s now in charge of our grocery lists 😬

9. What does your bedroom look like? Who decorated it? What’s in it?

i like to think it has cute aesthetics 🥰 there’s some art pieces on the walls, and we each have our own bedside table that we can fill with our own things. i’m in charge of decoration, of course.

[definegodliness]

Swinging

Short story (1282 words).

I was having breakfast at Bob's Intercontinental Swinging Club, as I tend to do, each Saturday morning. They've got great home-made sandwiches. Horrendous coffee, though.

I suspect Donna, Bob's wife, reheats the leftover coffee from the day before, to then add some fresh brew, that is so criminally strong it'll have a spoon standing upright in your mug, to mask the taste. Any taste.

Still, Bob's is the only place I know where you can still smoke indoors, so what do I care. I was just about to start my second sandwich, when I saw Bob waft through the streaks and plumes of nicotine blue, approaching my window side table.

"Hey, Bob."

He sat down at my table. Bob never has to ask. I offered him a cigarette, which he denied. And from his front-side pocket he fetched a small box of cigarellos. He lit one with a match, inhaled deeply, and, then, let out a big, tear-inducing column of a sigh. He was evidently feeling heavy, so I tried to lighten the mood:

"Damn, Biff — I call him Biff because Bob looks like Old Man Biff from the Back to the Future movies — what do they put in those; asphalt and conifer?"

This caused a faint smile, before he took another pensive draw.

"So, eh, how's business?", I leaned forward over the table, interested, and immediately drew back due to my elbows sticking to yesterday's beer.

"Not great, McFly, not great."

"Yeah, I noticed customer amounts dwindling. What is up with that?", I lifted my sandwich off the plate, "Can't be these, Donna still aces them."

"No, no. People still love those. And you can smoke indoors. The cafeteria's fine, but I just can't seem to get people excited for swinging anymore."

"Ludicrous. I can't think of anything more exciting."

I closed my eyes and thought of yesterday's Friday Swinging Night, letting a grin curl my mouth. I don't know if I spoke or whispered.

"It's just so… satisfying."

For sure, though, I then once more leaned forward over the table, overcoming its stickiness for the sake of importance. And, solemnly, I added:

"Come on, Biff, I'm sure it's just a temporary slump. I've been coming here for years and years. Swinging is timeless. I know it's different, now, then when Pops started in the 60's, but when you took over, the club went intercontinental. That's a great feat. Besides, I mean, I'm half this club's age, but you and Donna picked me up, and pulled me into swinging. I'm sure we can do this for the next generation."

"Frankly, Mark — wait, no McFly? — I think that's the problem."

"¿Que?"

"Guys, like you… you are the problem."

I spat out my coffee.

"Awful, isn't it?

"Yes", I muttered, wiping my mouth with my palm, to then swiftly and frantically brush the coffee grounds from my teeth with my index finger.

"But I am also shocked! How can you say such a thing? I'm your most loyal customer. AND your friend."

"You're also very conservative."

"That's not true. I was the first to laud you for omitting Family Swings. I am definitely not for everything staying the same."

"Yeah, but that's just because they made you queasy…"

I pulled an ugly face, thinking of Family Swings. Horrible occasions. I didn't need to say a thing. Bob was right.

And so he continued:

"… So don't act like you're all progressive. You always go for the same. Hey, the older they get, the more you love 'em."

"What can I say? I like mine vintage. They feel better. Move better."

I leaned backwards and crossed my arms.

"They make better noises, too. Heck, they make sound, Bob! Do you know how unsatisfying silence is?"

Bob frowned, and shook his head. Clearly unimpressed by my arguments. So I continued my passionate plea:

"I mean, come on, you know I'm loud. Don't you know how awkward I feels when I'm alone at that? I need them to be louder than me!"

Bob just took another draw of his cigarello and blew out a deep sigh of disappointment.

"They don't make noise, because you never play with them."

He put out his cigarello as a statement.

"Don't you remember how you were when you first came here? Like a kid in a candy store. You tried them all. Loved them all. Here you can't even remember how silent Jessica was, until you were all over her. Now, she's the loudest of them all."

"Yeah, that's why she feels mine. That's why I keep returning", I weaselled, unwisely.

"That is so against swinging culture."

"All right, all right. I take that back. I just like my 90's baby a lot. But you know I also love my 80's baby Stella, and Tiffany…

Bob interrupted me.

"That's exactly my point! You only go for the older ones. The one's that've been here for years!"

I, however, was already too far gone. Lost in recalling Fridays. Thinking about my favourites: 60's baby's, 50's, 40's, 30's… 20's! Listing all their names. Until I, in my excitement, named that one name who should not be named.

By me, that is.

"Huberta! Oh, Huberta. Sure, she's wobbly and creaks a little, but…"

Bob slammed the table.

"You know you're no longer allowed near Huberta!"

"Ah, come on. Why not? Still not?"

"You broke her."

"Nothing a little titanium couldn't fix..."

He threw his hands in the air, anguished at this statement.

"I'm not having this." Then, louder, and to the kitchen: "Donna! I'm not having this! Can't talk to the kid."

"Just tryyy it."

He grunted.

"All right, listen. I see you sneaking around Huberta while you know she's off limits. Off. Limits. And you know what? All those names you just listed. Off limits. All. Off. Limits."

Bob waved his finger at me, the jolly fellow had never scolded anyone like this. Let alone myself. It was only now I understood he was really, really pissed. So, I did the only thing I could do. I apologized. Shut my mouth. And listened.

And, luckily, after I said sorry, Bob calmed a bit.

"Look, it's always the same with you. I appreciate your patronage and dedication to the club, but you use those poor things up. You have at them, and at them, and at them, until you break them. I know it's all out of your limitless swinging enthusiasm, but you are giving the club a bad name. Really, you are, Mark. In fact, we've come known as: not safe."

I sat silently, guiltily, trying to stir the spoon in my coffee.

"Am I banned now?"

"Nah, McFly, I wouldn't ban you. But I'm begging ya, just try the new ones. Play with them. See, Hailey for instance, she's our newest addition; been here for over a week, and I've never seen you even look at her."

Bob stood up and patted my shoulder.

"Do me a favour, will ya? Just try her. I'm sure you'll have lots of fun. You'll be coming back for more just like you did with Jessica."

"Hailey, eh?" I nodded.

And, so, I slumped to Bob's Intercontinental Swing Club's latest model, Hailey 2023. Silently muttering to myself. She was perfect. Far too perfect for me. But I hopped onto her, strapped myself to her — what a bullshit safety feature — and took a couple of steps backward. Shoes tipping over soft rubber tiles, another safety precaution. I rolled my eyes, thinking:

'It's a goddamn swing.'

I craved the element of danger the older models give me, and as I let Hailey 2023 launch me, steadily, and silently; back, and forth, smoothly, I uttered a reluctant:

"Whee."

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30-8-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

[nat-seal-well]

I’m in bed now because tomorrow I go in at 3 in the morning and I’m tired. But because I’m in bed, it means I can finally talk about an AU that won’t leave me alone :D

(And yeah, I know I already have 2 I’m working on. Tbh I don’t know if I’ll ever actually do anything with this third one, but it’s fun to think about and rotate around in my head like a Costco rotisserie chicken.)

I watched a movie the other day that was frankly, disappointing, but one of the few things I liked about it was that the love interest-person made dresses. He was a dick and his wife deserved way better (even though she poisoned him to put him in his place and I said “fuck yeah, do it again”), but I thought the whole dress-making thing was really cool. And then, because my mind works the way it does and it always likes to play with AUs, I said, “Hm, what if?”

This is also partially fueled by a very beloved book of mine. Some of my favorite parts in it are when the main character and her sisters are getting ready for a ball and getting sized and fitted for fancy dresses. Idk something about it just really appealed to me. Maybe I like pretty things too much. (To be completely honest, I know I do. It’s why I keep buying jewelry when I don’t actually like to wear any most of the time.)

I don’t have a clear plot for this AU like I do for the other two. Really it’s just a couple of scenes that are vaguely connected. Here’s what I’m thinking:

It would be set in, like, the 18th century or something bc let’s be honest everyone likes that.

Dressmaker!Marin who spends their days lost in their work in some tiny, little local shop that doesn’t get much recognition despite having a handful of very loyal customers.

They’re doing their usual thing when someone walks in and makes the bell above the door ring. This is a surprise, because they aren’t expecting anyone today. They don’t have any fitting appointments and while walk-ins are welcome, the shop doesn’t really get any.

So they put their work aside and make their way up to the front of the shop to greet whoever it is. And, of course, who else could it be but a certain very tall, and very pretty Nat?

(With a disgruntled Ava in tow. She does not want to be there.)

They make their introductions. Nat does most of the speaking, and talks about how she and her very dear friend aren’t from here—they’re visiting on prolonged business, she says. (Agency business, but Marin doesn’t know that.) It was very sudden and neither of them had time to pack properly, and she knows this is very short timing, but they’re going to be in town for a while, and would Marin possibly be kind and generous enough spend part of their day having them measured so they can place a few orders?

Ava says under her breath, “I don’t need new clothes.” To which Nat replies, too quietly for Marin to hear, “Your last dress is currently covered in werewolf blood. It’s either a new wardrobe, or you walk around for everyone to see in your shift.”

(Ava does not want to do that. She reluctantly agrees.)

Marin, of course, is more than willing to help. Partially because they’re eager for new customers, and partially because they find Nat very attractive and when they say yes, she smiles at them and it makes their heart jump. And their face feel warm. How strange.

Naturally, they move on to the actual measuring. Ava intimidates them and it goes smoothly, if more quiet than a usual appointment. They discovered quickly that she isn’t one for small talk. When it’s over and done with, it’s almost a relief.

With Nat, it’s a very different story. Nat makes conversation and is very insightful. She has a nice, soft laugh and makes them feel at ease, and has plenty of compliments to offer after seeing the dresses in display in the shop window. It’s safe to say that Marin is a very flustered mess, even though they’re enjoying her company. A lot.

There’s one moment where she has to get close with the measuring tape. Marin doesn’t notice at first until they realize they can smell the perfume she’s wearing, and then they look up—and wow, she is very tall, Marin has to tilt their head back to look her in the eye, and when did she get so close? They feel jumpy and take a step back, and try to play it off. If Nat almost trips over one of her sentences for some strange reason, Marin doesn’t notice.

Ava notices, though. Because of course she does.

The rest of the afternoon goes relatively smooth, even if Marin does make it a point to avoid making eye contact in order to keep their cool. Ava says she doesn’t care about the details of her garments, as long as they leave plenty of space for her to move around in like she needs. Nat isn’t picky either, though she does have a few things in mind. Marin says that they think she would look good in green.

They thank her, they pay for Marin for their time, and leave. And that’s that. That should be that.

Naturally, it isn’t. Not when Nat walks through the door again a few days later, but not to talk business. Instead, she says, it’s just… to see them. Just because she was “in the area” and thought she’d drop by. (Spoilers: she’s lying.)

One thing leads to another. Nat comes by more and more frequently, and Marin can’t help it when they wind up falling. Hard.

I just have this image in mind of them having quiet, private conversations in an empty shop as Marin works on sewing and beading and measuring fabric, while Nat sits on the other side of the work table and sips on cups of tea. It is soft and intimate and Marin finds they look forward to coming in more and more every day.

Naturally, when their work is done, there would be a scene where Marin is helping Nat into one of the dresses they made for her. Maybe they’re standing back to see it on her in its entirely, looking over their work to search for what can be improved, but oh no—the only thing they can actually focus on is now good Nat looks.

There’s a pause as Marin stands there and tries to get it together to think of something to say. They fail miserably. But why is Nat staring at them like that?

They clear their throat and open their mouth to offer an alteration they could make—a remark about it being just a little too long, or the sleeves extending just a bit too far, or something for them to fix so that Nat can keep visiting for just a little bit longer—but they never get to finish their thought. Because that’s when Nat takes a step forward and places her gloved hands very gently on either side of Marin’s face, and leans down to pull them into a kiss.

(It occurs to Marin later that she never actually looked herself over in the mirror once. Nat was too busy watching them.)

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Women Tournament 

[Please be kind and respectful in the notes. Anti-Propaganda is NOT allowed.]

Lin Wanyue from Female General and Eldest Princess

“In this life of mine, I’m so glad that I could have you as my wife…”  - Lin Wanyue to Li Xian, Wiki

Submission: She's a lesbian general. Joined the army as her (deceased) twin brother to get revenge after her entire village was murdered. Rose through the ranks to become the legendary Flying General. Fell in love with a princess. Married her. Adopted her dead best friend's daughter. Faked her own death. The list goes on.

Mu Nihuang from Langya Bang / Langya List / Nirvana in Fire

Submission: 

Mu Nihuang was born into a military household. Both parents died in battle when she was still a teen, and she rode to war at the head of their armies and won the victory herself. She has been the general defending the same border ever since, and also raised her much younger brother for the role.  She is one of the best ten fighters in the world. Her brother and all her men look up to her. Even the emperor, famous for his paranoia, respects and adores her. By nature she is straightforward, loyal and unapologetic. But she is also extremely intelligent and knows when to be underhanded and tricky should the need arise. She still believes in her ex-fiancee, declared a traitor twelve years ago, but is practical enough to not be loud about it. She knows people well, and is the first person to figure out the main character's true identity. 

[a-moonlit-flower]

Character Profile: Shuri

The Basics –––

Age: 31

Race: Auri Xaela

Gender: Female

Server: Balmung, Crystal/Adamantoise, Aether

Physical Appearance –––

Hair: white

Eyes: Heterochromatic. Right eye is silver, left is blue

Height: 4′9"

Build: curvy, toned due to her training as a dancer

Distinguishing Marks: Scars from her battles as a Warrior of Light

Common Accessories: None.

Personal –––

Profession: Stay-at-home wife and mother, retired WoL, occasional weaver

Hobbies: dancing, weaving

Languages: Common, Xaelic

Residence: Goblet

Birthplace: The Azim Steppe

Religion: Nhaama and Azim

Patron Deity: Nhaama

Fears: Losing her loved ones

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information –––

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: None

Alcohol: Occasionally, but never in front of the children

RP Hooks (this is more WoLverse heavy)–––

Polycule. Shuri’s marriage is open, so she and Estinien have romantic partners within their relationship. They formed their own little village to raise the kids. They are very open about this, so that no one misunderstands the dynamic of her family or relationships and how it's working.

Daughter of Nhaama. She is devoted to her faith as a Xaela and is loathed to have her faith and traditions disrespected. As there isn't much Xaela lore, a lot of it has been headcanoned by me.

Wife, Mother, Friend. Shuri is a wife, a mother, and a loyal friend. If her friends ask something of her, she is there in an instant. She also is a bit maternal to her friends and very protective of them.

Can't Take the Steppe Out of the Lady: As Shuri was not born in Eorzea, she still does have an accent due to being born at the Steppe (personal headcanon of mine). She fled to Eorzea when her tribe's village was decimated by Garleans as a child and did what she could to survive.

Mun Notes---

Straight up due to my job, my scheduling is a little whack. I am fine with using mobile ways to RP, i.e docs, discord, whichever is preferred.

I am typically fine with RPing any scenario as it progresses, including those that hold dark themes. My hard Hell No's are anything that noncon that are introduced without any sort of discussion. Had that happen before and I will absolutely not go through it again.

My DMs on tumblr are currently for blogs that follow this one just so I don't get weird spam (you know the ones).