#dormus

[trohpi]

wolfstardoe microfic [cross-posted on ao3]

@marauders-rarepair-fics • june 28: potion • 996 words

Dorcas shoulders her bag as she walks down the hall when her eyes immediately land on three familiar heads of hair sitting outside the Hospital Wing.

“What did you do now?” she sighs. James, Peter, and Remus flinch and whip around to face her, clearly surprised by her sudden appearance. Remus is the first to recover, his shock melting into an awkward chuckle.

“It was James’ fault, cariad, I swear.”

“Uh-huh. Let me guess, some poor sap is in there after a prank gone wrong and you lot are waiting out here for McGonagall to arrive?” She says, rolling her eyes fondly when her boyfriend and his friends just stare at her sheepishly in lieu of a reply.

“Right. Where’s Sirius gone off to, then? He manage to escape McGonagall’s wrath for once?”

“Er… About that… There was a bit of a potions accident,” James says guiltily, eyes darting to the Hospital Wing entrance, and all at once everything clicks.

Dorcas’ eyes widen as her knuckles tighten around the strap of her bag.

“He’s fine!” James rushes out at her visible panic. “He’s just… not quite himself. Botched love potion experiment exploded all over him. Poppy kicked us out until she can figure out how to reverse the effects.”

Dorcas lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck you for scaring me like that, James Potter, and fuck that. I don’t give a toss what Pomfrey has to say.”

“I’m not sure she’ll take kindly to that sentiment,” Peter says hesitantly. Dorcas ignores him.

“Come on, Remus. We’re going to see our boyfriend,” she says firmly, leaving no room for arguments as she storms over to the closed Hospital Wing. Remus scrambles to follow her.

“Cariad,” he says to her while she pushes the doors open. “Don’t be startled if he does or says anything unusual.”

Dorcas opens her mouth to say something along the lines of ‘Everything Sirius does is unusual,’ when she’s cut off by the ecstatic shout of, “Moony! Doe-eyes! You’re here!”

The doors had swung open to reveal Sirius a few beds down, whose face is lit up with pure delight. He tries to scramble off the bed only to be shoved back down by an exasperated Madam Pomfrey. She whirls around to face them with a stern look.

“I said no visitors,” she reprimands. Remus’ face melts into that wide-eyed ‘innocent’ look that is anything but.

“I know, Poppy, but Dorcas and I were just so worried about him. Please, can we stay?” he says pitifully, and Dorcas has to bite her lip to stop from grinning. Pomfrey softens a little, forever sympathetic to one Remus Lupin.

“Oh, alright,” she sighs. “But no funny business! Mr. Black needs his rest.”

“Of course, Poppy. Thank you.”

With that, she leaves and the three of them are alone in the room. Immediately, Sirius tries clumsily to get up once again and Remus rushes to his bedside, gently shoving him back down. Dorcas follows close behind, still anxious despite herself.

“You need to stay in bed, Pads, remember?” he says softly, and Sirius melts into the thin sheets. He stares up at Remus reverently, pupils so large they nearly eclipse the cool grey of his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, I love you so much. Do you know that? I hope you know that,” Sirius says in a single breath and Remus bites back a grin.

“Yeah, I know that, fy calon.”

Dorcas chuckles a bit, relaxing at the sight of her unharmed love-drunk boyfriend. Said boyfriend whips his head over at the sound of her laughter and his whole face lights up.

“Doe. Doey. Doe-eyes.” Sirius reaches out blindly to grab her hand. She takes pity on him and slips her hand in his own, stumbling slightly when he tugs on it insistently.

“Yes, love?”

“I love you, I love you so much. Your eyes are so pretty, like— like chocolate. I love you, did I say that already? Come lay with me.” He tugs on her again, this time sending her stumbling into the bed.

“Christ, Sirius,” Remus breathes, rushing to stabilise her only for Sirius to tug again. Dorcas collapses on his chest with a laugh and he hums happily.

“S’alright, Rem. He’s just an impatient sap right now.” Dorcas pushes up to resituate herself and Sirius grumbles. “Oh, stop it. I’m just getting comfortable, I’m not leaving.”

“Oh, that’s good, then, that’s lovely,” Sirius sighs, closing his eyes contentedly. “You’re so lovely.”

“I know I am,” Dorcas grins as she rests her head on his shoulder. She looks to Remus, who is watching the two of them with a soft and loving expression, and teases, “Don’t you think so, Rem?”

“Moons,” Sirius’ eyes shoot open with a thrilled gasp. “You have to join us. Come cuddle, please?”

Remus stares distrustfully at the already-crowded twin bed. “I’m not sure I’ll fit, darling.”

“Please, Moony,” Sirius whines pitifully.

Dorcas snickers. “Yeah, Moony, come join us.”

Remus sighs, accepts his fate, and crawls on top of his two partners. It’s not comfortable by a long shot. No, gangly limbs dig into torsos, curly hair falls into faces, yet Sirius has never looked so content. He squirms delightedly under them which has the unfortunate side-effect of disrupting their precarious cuddle pile, nearly sending Remus to the floor.

“I love you guys, you know?” Sirius sighs dreamily, eyes falling shut. Dorcas giggles, meeting her other boyfriend’s eyes which are bright with humour.

“Yeah, Pads, we know, don’t worry.”

She reaches forward to grasp one of Remus’ hands, entangling their fingers on Sirius’ chest. He gently squeezes her hand and she sighs happily. Dorcas lets her eyes fall shut as she basks in the warmth of her partners, fully intending to enjoy this as much as possible before Madam Pomfrey returns to boot them out.

And if Remus and Dorcas happen to steal James’ cloak come nightfall and sneak back in, well, that’s no one’s business but their own.

[resident-gay-bitch]

May 6; Corduroy

Ship; Remus x Dorcas (dormus)

@marauders-rarepair-fics

"Remus..." Dorcas sighed, shuffling through Remus' wardrobe, "Do you actually own anything other than knitted jumpers and brown slacks?"

Remus glanced up from his place on the bed, head buried in a good book, "Of course!" He huffed, "I have t-shirts in there."

Dorcas glared back at her boyfriend, "Anything nice?"

"Oi!" Remus squinted, "You said you like my grandfather like charm."

"Yes, I do. I love it very much." She nodded, "However, we're going to a club, and we're trying to look sexy. And I don't know about you, but old man doesn't exactly scream sexy."

Remus scrunched up his nose, "Erm, I have corduroys?"

Dorcas looked at her boyfriend and sighed, nodding her head in slow defeat.

"What's wrong with corduroys?" He exclaimed, setting his book down, "They're my nicest trousers!"

She smiled at him, walking over and leaning on the bed to give him a quick kiss, "And they're lovely, darling. But we're going to stop by James' and Sirius' on the way and steal you something else to wear."

Remus furrowed his brow, trying to glare up at his girlfriend, "How about we don't do that, and we just stay here tonight instead? I don't need to be sexy, I have you and this book, and that's sexy enough for me."

Dorcas laughed, pressing a kiss on the top of his head, "Fine! You can wear your corduroys, but I'm cropping one of your t-shirts."

"But I'll get cold!" Remus hissed.

"Then I'll just have to keep you warm, wont I?"

Remus smiled melting into her, "Oh, well, when you put it like that... crop away, my love."

"Now the question is, which shade of brown will we chose tonight?"

Remus groaned and flopped back against the bed as Dorcas laughed.

[realhumanithink]

platonic ship idea: dorcas and remus. we all know about platonic blackinnon, and i just love them watching and chatting calming like "ahhh, look at those idiots. our idiots tho"

[pineas2]

Salvator und Mercator

Diese Kirche ist 850 Jahre alt. Sie ist ein Abbild deutscher Geschichte mit einer Ausstellung zum Pojramos im Altarraum und dem Grabmal des Kartographen Gerhard Mercator an ihrem anderen Ende.

[nictanova]

Инфостататический прорыв

Techno-Relicist Nalex Claudius XI and Mech-Protector Dormus Kalgrin take a brief respite on the battlefield. Lucius Techpriests, cloaked in an infostatic veil, carry the relics of Schizmolector Atocris Incustor to the key point of Tau's infosegments. Within these relics lies an ancient sacred code that, guided by the will of the Motive Force, shattered the defensive systems of Tau's stronghold on the planet Soklen VI within six cycles, altering the course of the planetary battle.

[boxax74]

Je suis venu, j'ai vue, j'ai dormu

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

My main healer has the biggest hard on for Nozdormu and literally anytime he’s on screen it’s just my healer making heart eyes at him

He goes “controversial opinion, but this (dragon flight) is my favorite expansion”

My dude you want to dry hump daddy dormu’s leg, we know how much you’ve liked this xpac

[juliocesarpedrosa]

Instruado

(Foto: WordPress.) 1.LANGOInstruistino demandis:— Johano, kio estas lango?— Lango estas seks-organo, kiun niaj prauloj uzis por paroli.2.DORMEMOInstruisto riproĉas malmilde lernanton:— Dum mia leciono neniu povas dormi!— Mi eĉ dormus, se vi ne parolus tiom laŭte.(Nekonata aŭtoro. Elportugaligis: Júlio Pedrosa.)

[timelessaspect]

Ya kno I was lowkey considering him to be 'Dormu's FC but he is increasingly feeling more Malygos-coded to me actually

[allthatlosttime]

Just throwing together the final summary of Noea's time until the present. I don't remember the exact scenario of all of these, but it's been so long that I feel it doesn't really matter anymore.

This is just closure.

---

Noea inquires about guns and weaponry and the possibility of upgrading the one she was given with. She begins to poke around engineering artisans, which puts her in contact with a fellow Hunter-Engineer, the Blood Elf Kitsuja, during her apprenticeship. She finds she loves engineering, what with the roaring of forges and the shaping of metal into intricate designs, reminding her of the mysterious constructions back home.

---

After traveling together for some time, Kitsuja decides to introduce Noea to the Mass Exodus guild; mostly Blood Elves trying to escape the dark secrets of their home city, along with any others they picked up along the way.

Noea is particularly drawn to the troll brothers, Sakur’fon and Tob’kera, on account that she was curious based on her past experiences with trolls in her homeland, to which the two only bared a passing resemblance.

There was also the Blood Elf mage, Shouren, a somewhat smarmy fellow who seemed to spend more time tailoring than adventuring, yet gave off a distinct air of knowing a lot more than he was letting on. This was especially worrisome as it hinted he knew more about her past than she wanted others to know.

---

Kitsuja remained her best friend, and they traveled together to Outland, to be enamored by fel technology. In particular, both were awed by the gigantic reavers, and made it their joint goal to eventually construct a machine of that magnitude.

---

While in Outland, Noea notices a few of her pets had begun to mutate in the chaotic energies. Reginald in particular became more monstrous, sprouting an extra head and gaining vastly different plumage, but he remained the same, loyal pet, even if she took him with her on more dangerous outings far less. He was content to remain behind at camp as a sentry. Noea thought it was a bit fitting, all things considered.

---

While in Outland, the guild is enlisted by the Bronze Dragonflight at the Caverns of Time alongside many other adventurers. Noea encounters the Infinites again, remembering the first time she saw one fighting with Chronaxxus. She notices how they’re trying to throw the timelines into chaos by manipulating the past, and wonders what that has to do with them apparently hunting down the dragon who threw her life into chaos.

She also notices, with some trepidation, that their color scheme looks an awful lot like her own, seeing as the glowing teal ‘scars’ inflicted by Chronaxxus (which she’d been covering up with white body paint) have been spreading into cracks resembling those in the Infinite dragons’ own black hide…

---

The time to return to Northrend was at hand, and Noea was both excited to return home and see what things remained, but also terrified that her past might come back to haunt her in ways she wouldn’t like.  To prevent the others from gaining insight on her unusual circumstance and condition, she stuck to the path with the others, while silently yearning for deja-vu to take her.

---

Once at Dalaran, things got hectic, but it all came to a head when Tob’kera mentioned an encounter at Storm Peaks. He had apparently saved - and been saved by - an unusual, large bronze Proto-Dragon, who was attacked by an Infinite Dragon near the great metal maw of the Engine.

It didn’t speak, so he gave it the name Jin’dormu - a combination of the troll honorific ‘Jin’ and the Bronze Flight suffix “dormu”.

It was far too specific to be coincidental, so Noea set out to find that dragon, but failed to do so.

---

Tob’kera brings home a small green proto-drake hatchling that he found in Scholazar, and named Jin’sera (he’s not very creative with names). Noea remembers the time when she was tasked to tame a proto-dragon.

She’s almost envious that this weird, pacifist troll who wasn’t even a hunter beat her to it, but accepts the defeat, seeing as she now has a lot more on her plate, gesturing not only to Reginald (whose plumage puffed out into fuffy black and white down in the Northerend cold), and to the massive Core Hound she tamed from the fiery depths with the help of her guildmates.

They notice that, strangely, the little drake is growing a bit faster than they would have expected… and, one day, they awake to find Jin’sera fully grown.

Noea was almost certain she knew who was responsible…

---

One day, while tracking the Storm Peaks in search of Chronaxxus, Noea is reunited with Dokaknel… except he’s a ghost.

She’s brought to tears thinking that somehow her first pet ever had waited for her for gods knows how long, transcending death itself…

She wonders if, somehow there is another force drawing those spirits to her. This wasn’t the first pet she lost that returned to her as a ghost… Kumauler, the decrepit and diseased bear she had rescued in the plaguelands, had died upon arriving in Northrend, but returned to her as a far more powerful spirit.

Were the two incidences related?

Was Trygve guiding their spirits back to her from beyond?

---

After getting settled in to the Argent Tournament, Noea goes on some errands with them, but runs into Kitsuja’s spaceship.

…spaceship????

She learns that he was never a Blood Elf, and had always been a world-hopper, sojourning in Azeroth as a diversion. This doesn’t affect their friendship, but she does threaten him that when he leaves, she wants to see some of these worlds with him, or else. Laughing, he agrees, under the stipulation that he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

---

While out scouting Icecrown for the Argent Tournament, Noea is suddenly struck by a vicious ailment. Blue streaks flay much of her flesh, leaving behind grotesque scars. It’s traumatic, as if she had experienced not only what caused them, but the pain of them healing over the course of years, all in a matter of moments.

She stumbles back to Dalaran, and nobody seems to notice her condition. She needs to find help, and searches desperately for Tob’kera, their healer. Instead, she finds Sakur’fon, but he is… different. Lankier, surlier, the mischievous flame in his eyes gone, and wearing mail instead of his usual plate. In fact, that mail is awfully reminiscent of a shaman’s…

Noea asks him if he’d seen Tob’kera, and he snaps at her for speaking like his brother hadn’t died a horrible death nearly a decade ago, leaving Noea even more confused.

---

Noea finds Shouren, who initially tries to mess with her, before settling down and taking things more seriously. He makes it clear that he’s astute enough to realize something happened, but can’t ascertain the specifics, as he didn’t maintain full memories. All he knows is that something happened to the timeline, and Noea’s own condition and lack of having her own memories rewritten to accommodate the new present has something to do with her strange timeless/infinite state.

Nevertheless, it’s clear that whatever happened, Noea’s condition now has to do with the fact that he had saved her hide from all of these injuries in the past, and was not there to do it in the rewritten timeline, but because whatever made her timeless anchored her consciousness to her present state, the wounds he wasn’t there to heal caught up to her in a most unpleasant fashion.

Shouren has Noea fill in everything she remembers about Tob’kera, and she brings up how Shou had been the one to mention - through the incident with Baron - that Tob’kera was saved from a grisly, Hakkar-induced suicide by none other than Ysera herself.  This is the first red flag to Shouren; given the current state of the Dragonflights, there is no way that Ysera would take it upon herself to lend such a hand to someone so lowly… much less a troll.

There’s also no way they’re waltzing up to Ysera and Nozdormu to convince either to take time out of their busy existences to send Ysera back in time to save their nobody of a friend.

It seems hopeless… but Noea has an idea.

---

Noea manages to successfully hunt down Chronaxxus, and threatens him that he’d better help make things right. She knows he’s been meddling. He says he doesn’t like manipulating the past. She says she doesn’t care, and if he’s made her into an Infinite against her will, she’s going to make use of that by doing what none of the other Infinites did; kill him.

Chronaxxus congratulates her on her gumption, and reveals his trump cards; Jin’sera, whom he had raised, and the Black/Green Hybrid Ylucel, who had helped him raise her. While he was not completely privy to the knowledge that this was going to happen, he nevertheless had a vague hunch that something like this would be handy. 

Since they had already lived through a timeline fracture outside of their control, there was no reason not to do their best to mend that fracture. Breaking his own code, he agrees to send Jin’sera back in time, where she pretends to be Ysera in both Tob’s and Baron’s dreams, bringing the original timeline back around. But in the process, Chronaxxus disappears again…

…But this time, Jin’dormu returns, loyal to Tob, and to the rest of the Exodus. It is not the same dragon… somehow, Chronaxxus used his own manipulation to extract himself from the equation, substituting some other, less-advanced Proto-Dragon to take his place.

Still, as the mutilating, disfiguring scars slowly recede from her body, Noea’s grateful that he went through the trouble.

---

The battle for Icecrown takes its toll, leaving everybody a bit worse for wear. Tob’kera retreats to Shattrath in Outland to live quietly with his Draenei wife, Katalah, and Noea takes some time off to do some archaeology, to learn more about her own past, and to see if she could find any traces of what she left behind.

She finds the puzzle box…

---

Then the Shattering happened…

She loses Reginald, but in a flash of fortune and pattern, he finds his way back to her as a ghost, like the others.

However, the tumult of the Shattering rips apart the guild, as motives clash, and eventually Kitsuja decides to leave. Not just the guild, but Azeroth.

And, as he promised, he takes Noea with him.

Chronaxxus tags along, and she learns of his true nature…

---

Noea galavants in spaces beyond, spending as much time with Kitsuja as she does with Timeless, as she does traveling alone, from wild Fray worlds like Arad and Lordran, to Timeless’ homespace of Tehom. But eventually she grows homesick, and returns to Azeroth.

She reconnects with Syraei, one of the few guildmates she could find, and the two get embroiled in the time-torn Draenor, and this causes Noea to begin to get terribly, terribly ill.

The fact that she was made immortal then jumped forward allowed Chronaxxus to steal the time she lost the same way he harvested his own time when he jumped. She doesn't know this. However, it does mean that if her timeless state is destabilized, she WILL die. Existence will tell that she shouldn't have been alive for that long, attempt to count the years that went missing and re-apply them, and reduce her to dust.

Prolonged exposure to jarring time jumps destabilizes the forces holding her together. Messing with things like the Caverns of Time causes a little destabilization, but she does it so infrequently that she just naturally pulls back together.

However, the whole Draenor incident, and her constant jumping back and forth between alt-time-Draenor and her normal world has been really threatening to tear her apart... Noea was given two options. Use timestone (IE, Chronaxxus' blood solidified. It's what's in his pendant in sand form) to hold herself together, or to take an actual infusion of his blood (the same way Jin'sera did).

Noea didn't want to risk any complications to the infusion given there was no guarantee it'd even work without killing her (as a tauren she is significantly less resilient than a dragon), so she went the timestone route, hence why her armor's set with it now. She doesn't like it, but it's better than risking permanently exploding into fine powder the next time she garrison hearths.

---

Learning what she learns about Draenor prompts her to want to take a break, and she goes to Pandaria with Syraei, but her time there feels… unfulfilling. Like retreading the same ground. Though the land is beautiful and full of adventure, her homesickness is replaced with a feeling of familiarity contempt, especially as the Horde and Alliance continued to perpetuate the ill will she was so certain they were working to eradicate in Northrend. They insisted on continuing their pointless, petty wars.

She rejoiced the death of Garrosh… only for the even pettier Sylvanus to take his place.

Tired, Noea eventually leaves Azeroth again.

This time she decides she’s not going back.

She manages to convince a handful of her closest companions to tag along, with Timeless and Jin’sera creating a dream stasis for those less inclined to experience the tumult of the Fray.

It’s time to find a new home.

Perhaps it’s high time they built one of their own.

[trohpi]

guys guys guys idea: wolfstardoe (sirius x remus x dorcas)

[resident-gay-bitch]

All miscelanious ships and rarepair fics are below the cut; angst, fluff + smut

All works can be found on AO3 as well.

Ficlets:

Kleptomaniac (Bartylus) Regulus feels that he will never be enough for anyone after James chooses Sirius over him until he finds out he's always been Barty's main priority - angsty as hell with a nice ending

Love? (Jilypad) Lily finds James distraught on their bucks and hens nights confused with his poly feelings for Sirius as well as Lily - angst with a happy ending

Double Vision (Kinda Jegulus + kinda James & Sirius) Sirius gets a makeover, making him look strikingly similar to Barty, so when James waltzes into the house on the hunt for his boyfriend to fix his broken glasses, vision blurred, he doesn't realise it's Sirius there and outs their relationship accidentally - funny fluff with a split moment of angst because Sirius is dramatic

Micro Fics:

(All Entries for @marauders-rarepair-fics are listed below)

May 4: Poprocks (Loverose) Pandora introduces her twin, Evan, to her new husband, who happens to be the man Evan has been regularly sleeping with, luckily their marriage is one of convenience - very mild angst with suggestive themes

May 5: Peace (Sevatrix) Bellatrix can only find peace when alone with the man she loves, Severus - sad vibes

May 6: Corduroy (Dormus) Dorcas tries to help her boyfriend, Remus, find a nice outfit that doesn't make him look like a grandfather to go out in - fluffy as hell and soft

May 9: Weed (Bitchkiller) Barty and Sirius get high together and realise the other isn't so bad afterall - suggestive themes at the end

May 12: Platforms (Starprince) Sirius is getting ready to go to a concert and he's wearing platformed shoes, Severus tries not to melt at the sight of his boyfriend being rediculously tall in them - fluff with suggestive themes at the end

May 13: Queen (Mybill) Mary and Sybill find themselves falling furhter for each other as they dance around the room to a Queen song - fluffy

May 15: Protest (Lucilus) Regulus and Lucius are sneaking around the mannor, engaged in an affair when Lucius is set to marry Regulus' cousin the next day - smutty things are happening!

May 16: Flying Saucers (Eclipse) James tries his best to make Remus' childhood dream of seeing a flying saucer come true, even though he's a little confused as to why flying dishwear would be a young boys dream - fluffy as hell James is an adorable idiot who doesn't know anything about muggle culture

May 17: Radical (Wolfpanstar) Remus, Pandora and Sirius are reading up on patronus' when they all figure out they have each others animagus' forms, which is the truest display of love - fluff!!!

May 18: Funk (Rosequill) Evan finds himself swept up in bed with Rita, and he's sure he's about to become obsessed with her - smutty

May 20: Flowers (Bartylily) Barty has a super embarrassing crush on Lily and works up the courage to ask her out, surprisingly, it goes well - fluffy!

May 22: Jaws (Prank) James can't believe he scored a date with Frank, the older boy he used to have a crush on in first year, and finds himself scared to death when watching Jaws in the muggle cinema together. Frank assures him that James is safe and holds his hand through it - fluffy adorable mess

May 23: Boogie (Lilylene) Marlene and Lily go on an awkward first date - awkies but it gets fluffy in the end

May 24: Disco (Snettigrew) Severus comes home to find his boyfriend, Peter, dancing to that insufferable disco music again - fluffy and very light

May 27: Pet Rock (Pandromeda) Andromeda is infatuated with her whimsical girlfriend, and finds herself falling even harder when Pandora decides they need to adopt a pet rock - fluffy as hell!

May 28: Roller Skates (Mollytrix) Molly knows it's wrong to keep seeing Bellatrix when they've chosen different sides in this war, but she just can't help herself - sorta angsty fluff

May 29: Rocky Horror (Rosestar) Sirius begs Evan to dress up as Rocky and Frankenfurter for a party, and Evan can't say he regrets it later that night when Sirius' is all over him in that little outfit - fluffy and suggestive as hell

[malhela-lumoo]

Dormu kun la fenestro malferma

[dormusleep]

Weighted Blanket

[subtleshenanigans]

Note to self: Pervenche becomes a gatekeeper. He’s tried tons of other occupations in the Abbey and while okay at them, they never seemed to fit. He doesn’t think he’s going to become a gatekeeper, even though he loves it, because he thinks he doesn’t have that helpful friendly demeanor (he absolutely does), but the actuality is he’s a rat and woodlanders are wary and will take time to get used to him.

Bless him, he isn’t dense about specieism, but he forgets sometimes that he’s a rat, in some contexts.

(Also yes he’s a full brother of The Order, whatever all that entails in Redwall.)

[arr-jim-lad]

Kiina was not really permanently cut off from her region though

It says in the continuation of your first image that she could've returned but chose not to, in order to protect the water tribe Agori in the desert area;

River Dormus is still on Bara Magna, it's featured in Riddle of the Great Beings. On the flipside, both Jungle and Ice tribes have their original homelands confirmed to be in Bota Magna region (as well as the Skrall and Iron tribe).

So while Kiina could technically return home, she learned her lesson about duty from the cinematic masterpiece Barbie Princess and the Pauper and thus knows staying with the Tajun Agori is the right thing to do, and she's a good person, so she chose to make that sacrifice.

You know who IS actually unable to go back home though? THAT'S right, it's my poor little meow meow 😔

This puts an interesting spin on Kiina's whole deal. She got permanently cut off from her home region during the shattering. She would have lost close friends and perhaps family when that happened, and wouldn't even have the closure of knowing if they were dead, or had somehow survived on one of the moons.