#like alysannyra

[redwayfarers]

hi nero!! how'd you come up with the names for cass' family? i'm trying (and currently failing) to figure out names for sora's biological family but i haven't gotten anywhere all day :')

Hi! First off, I’m very honored you’re going to me for advice hh naming characters (and their families by extension) is very hard sometimes but in the case of Cass’ family, it was fairly simple. I chose an already existing, irl name for Cassander, which is Greek in origin, so it naturally led to all of the family members having Greek-inspired names. I went for ancient Greek personally, but they’re greek-themed! I went to a random ancient greek names list and chose the ones that appealed to me the most.

Do forgive a little rambling about the name choices for the main fam!

His mother’s name’s Theokleia, which sounded kinda ironic given how strict and domineering she is. Lots of vowels makes for a more melodic and softer-sounding name, after all. Turns out upon research it’s a variation of the name Thekla or Themistoclea :)

Aiantes is his father, whose name I quite literally took from the Iliad.Once more ironic, given that iirc Ajaxes/Aiantes (I read the Iliad ages ago, I don’t remember the details well) were heroes, let’s say, and Aiantes Inteus/Lascaris is would rather hide (and does, behind his much scarier wife. In truth, he’s a diplomat and Cass got his way with words from his dad.)

Despina-Helena, his older sister, is my mish-mash of Helena/Helen and Despina, which means ‘lady,’ but is also a bit of an homage to a very influential woman in Serbian history, Olivera Lazarević, also known as Olivera Despina Lazarević. (While an homage, I like Olivera Despina much more than I like Despina-Helena and they are not comparable in the slightest lmao)

Nikias, his younger brother, has an actual ancient Greek name. There’s an Athenian politician of the the antiquity that has the same name.

Aftonio, his youngest sibling, I can’t be sure of entirely but it’s Greek-sounding enough, I’ve seen that it is unisex (which is cool since Aftonio is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns!) Now they have a god-awful history with Cass that I’m not gonna get into here, it know just involves Vestran civil war, Alassar swords and scars :’)

Current project is giving names to my melusine Wayfarer’s giant family, all Byzantine inspired, and so far I have Honoria (her name), Justinian (her father, also Justinian the Great is like an actual emperor) and Galla (her mother; part of the name of an actual roman empress Aelia Galla Placidia.) So historical figures are also a thing you can look into.

Sorry if this was a little all over the place, I hope there’s a part that’s actual advice hidden in there :’)))))

[i-mybrunettelady]

it is an ancient ascalonian belief that lighting candles invites the favor of the gods. in every proper home of the ascalonian rites, one is lit for each of the six; as long as it burns, there is hope for that home and for ascalon. candles also invite the spirits of long gone warriors to protect and inspire ; for world is loss and grief, and faith and hope, as balthazar's scriptures teach us. so take heart, o' heretical daughter of ascalon, o' vain godkiller, and rejoin the war eternal. light a candle for those you've lost; say your prayers to the gods you still believe in. and say a prayer to yourself, as you know that death is not the end, but the end of the beginning. did your little adventure to the domain of the lost teach you nothing, after all?

[i-mybrunettelady]

Almost all of my kids have some sort of discrepancy between their in-game model and how they appear in my head. It's mainly about body type - none of my ladies are (model - looking at you, human female meta body that I also use) thin, and only the norn ones come close to what I picture their true self to be. They're all somewhere on the mid-size spectrum, as I am as well so it's representation I make for myself! Also, sylvari ass. You cannot tell me El doesn't have an ass.

Anyway, for a visual of this, I offer Nyra!

In game Nyra

Vs

Canon!Nyra

(art is by @heyitsmejona & @just-eyris-things respectively)

Like you cannot convince me that someone who's been fighting their whole adult life professionally wouldn't look like it. Least of all in scars.

Based on this excellent post, share your characters who look the least like their actual in-game model!

I'll start for once, so here's some old art of my little mordrem:

An editing attempt. And now an unedited screenshot:

Add your own peeps!

[ohpollenpowder]

So that picture of Lucretia? Was photobombed by a divebombing...I think Odetta? Not sure, there for the hud-hidden screenshot and gone on the next! Kinda like how I kept missing any shots of @i-mybrunettelady's Alysannyra! (I have like. Two shots of her. And none of them are front facing with hud-hidden.)

[kerra-and-company]

Friend match ask game:

a. Sanne enjoys improvisation when it comes to music! She sometimes sits down with a guitar or another instrument in her hand and asks people for inspiration for short songs.

b. Nyra has great interest in translation and wants to know to read old ascalonian! :D

Friend time! :D @i-mybrunettelady Music mention for Sanne means I have to bring up Rel--well, I don't have to, but he'd be disappointed if he wasn't mentioned asdljfadsf, especially because he also is very much an improv person! I could see them having lots of fun either throwing inspo at each other or doing it together. And translation mention for Nyra (which is very neat, I love) gets you Nisha! Rel's thing is history, but Nisha's thing is languages. Xe can't read Old Ascalonian either, but xe would definitely be willing to do the work with Nyra to learn how. (Also, my mental image of them as study partners is making me happy :D )

[dissidiacloudstrife]

for gw2 character matchups: alysannyra (she/her, bisexual) - Commander, charismatic but also the most difficult person you'll ever meet, ambitious and iron-willed. has had some pretty wacky ideas that happened to work out.

holds up candy!

candy (she/they/he) is a "sylvari" from elona, she's basically a mobile pale tree, able to spawn pods when safe, but rarely lets it happen anymore. despite this, they're the warband leader for the Biohazard Warband, and they become the mercs in the raid story lines. in between that, he works with the pact to help complete missions with his warband. everyone is chronically ill with Something, but haven't lost that spark of fighting, or simply like this family. candy himself has issues with a sludge thatll come out of his mouth thats poisonous.

they reason i think they would work together is candy is here for the stubborn and wacky ideas. (for human based raid wings they use a type of scarab plague someone carries in the group)

candy might be no-nonsense when it comes to working, but they really connect with people who are Determined, id say candy would enjoy Alysannyra as a commander and friend!

[i-mybrunettelady]

wanted to put in tags but uhhh too much to type out. spoilers under the cut!

In the first instance's 'interview' how did your Commander character answer the questions? Would you add/headcanon any additional questions and if so how would they answer those?

This is not reflective of my in-game choices for some reason but Nyra was a mix of little shit and honest. She wasn't dignified necessarily, she's not even mocking, she's just being a little gremlin and that too is genuine - she is like that, has always been! Now how people of Cantha receive that (since they only saw Commander Mode Nyra) is up to them :>

How does your Commander character feel about the Wizards? Individually and as a group.

Individually? They're fine. She and Dagda have begrudging respect for one another, even if their first interaction was.. not the best, and that's on both Dagda and Nyra's account, and she'd grown quite a liking to Mabon, even if he was a bit distant, and Lyhr is so much fun; but as a group, she doesn't quite know what to think. She doesn't dislike them, but she's a little wary of them. She's a little angry that they didn't act when they should've. She's more than a little :V at their initial treatment, even if she understands why. I'd say she thinks they have what they think is Tyria's best interest at heart, as does she, but that's not always what she thinks is the best, so that makes them allies, rather than friends. You treat allies differently from friends.

How do they feel about the fractals and the Wizards' experiments?

Once more not reflective of my in-game choices bc I didn't read the fucking text on screen, but she hates them. Nyra's a very proactive person - she sees an issue, she tries to help solve it as much as it can, though she has her... biases - and she hates injustice. And these fractal people have done nothing. She hesitates to ask about the Alysannyra of those fractals, because with as little self-compassion as she has, she knows she will be nasty and antagonistic and she also knows she is her own worst enemy. The experiments don't sit well with her in the least. But she's in no position to make demands just yet. And what Nyra wants, she makes happen.

And last; how do they feel about Peitha? Do they trust her at all?

Peitha, okay. Peitha. She reminds me of a character from Exile, which houses Nyra's only real AU. And she dislikes that character, Freedom, there. It's a complicated relationship that I think very well illustrates how she feels about Peitha - Peitha's a reluctant ally, Peitha's a little shit, Peitha bothers her in a way few people ever have. Peitha has enough power and enough presence to recognize certain patterns in her behavior and because she's been in Nyra's head for weeks, she likely knows things that Nyra doesn't want her to know. And it makes her wary of her too. But it also is a challenge, one Nyra's more than happy to accept. And who knows? Maybe Nyra gets over herself at one point and the two form a strange little friendship. Who knows?

Commander Prompts: SotO Edition

Under a cut because of potential spoilers

In the first instance's 'interview' how did your Commander character answer the questions? Would you add/headcanon any additional questions and if so how would they answer those?

How does your Commander character feel about the Wizards? Individually and as a group.

How do they feel about the fractals and the Wizards' experiments?

And last; how do they feel about Peitha? Do they trust her at all?

[pinkplantmakesstuff]

Graven Images

This is totally inspired by @i-mybrunettelady​ and her writings of her awesome commander Alysannyra’s  connection to stuff like the gods and the pale tree etc!

And combined with Holding Out for a Hero with the line “Where are all the gods” made me realise, Pép would be expected to at least appear to worship the six too, despite them being the human gods, and I wanted to explore that. As always sorry for any weird grammar or mistakes, but eh it was neat to write!

The temple Nathaniel had brought them to was extravagant. The embellishments that decorated every wall looked expensive, and probably cost almost as much as some of the houses Pépin had performed at, though perhaps not quite as much. Sunlight filtered in through the high, stained glass windows, but the candles and floating wisps of magic scattered around provided most of the lighting. The sylvari had never been to any other place of worship - though he assumed the gods were always afforded such luxurious decorations no matter who was seeking their presence.

The six gods, represented in hand carved ornate statues, watched over all who entered. Pépin assumed their gaze was supposed to bring comfort and relief, yet all he felt was judgement. 

They didn’t come here regularly, Nathaniel wasn’t a particularly religious man but Pépin was always expected to appear alongside him. Upon arrival Nathaniel gave one of the Priests a pouch heavy with coins, and a part of Pépin wondered if it really was only those who could donate plenty were eligible to garner the help of the gods, but he squashed that thought immediately.

As was expected, they went from statue to statue, paying their respects. Each one towered above them both, casting their stone gaze on the pair. Their beauty and power was cold, unreachable - yet shockingly human. Pépin felt an ache in his chest, the differences to himself were agonisingly painful. 

The only statue he’d originally felt any sort of connection to when he’d first learnt about the gods, had been Melandru; with her wooden body and her connection to nature. He remembered when he’d first asked if Melandru was like him, but he’d been... corrected, very quickly. The six were nothing like him, and he’d most certainly never be anything like them.

Once Nathaniel and Pépin had made their way around each of the statues, it was time for them to separate and pray to a particular god of their choosing. Nathaniel was partial to Kormir- truth and order. A respected decision amongst the nobility it seemed, Lord Bellerose was a kind and honest man after all. 

Pépin was under instructions to pray to Lyssa, for reasons he was still unsure of. She represented several things, but beauty was what came to mind. If she was the epitome of it, then Pépin had a long way to go in his opinion - his twisted roots and gray skin were nothing like the smooth marble in front of him. Despite the constant leering from the people he entertained, under the stare of Ilya and Lyss he felt abnormal, inadequate, ugly. 

Gently he placed a hand on the stone in front of him - was he supposed to feel something? Some divine wisdom or warmth? Were the questions and problems he had supposed to be answered and solved by the graven images in this room? He didn’t know. 

His other hand was clenched tightly in a fist as he stared up at the faces above him. Why wouldn’t they help him? True he couldn’t feel the warmth and sense of peace they seemed to provide to the other people around him, but surely that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve their help? Was he truly that undeserving of aid no matter how kind and forgiving he tried to be, that even the gods had deserted him? Just as the Pale Tree once had?

It was only when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder did Pépin realise how long he’d been mournfully observing the statue of Lyssa. Nathaniel was finished with his prayers and it was time for the pair to leave. Bowing his head he followed his guardian out the temple in silence. The pair exchanged no words - the sylvari was simply relieved to be out of site of the cold, distant statues.

[redwayfarers]

re the tags of my last reblog that i didn't wanna clog with my own blorbo thoughts, i desperately wish nika wasn't built like a ken doll in game... like sure, he's strong and has muscles but also has a soft belly and isn't all that ripped! he is wide and stocky and soft but also god forbid he punches or kicks you!

i have long since accepted that i'll never see my blorbos on screen the way i see them in my head but sometimes i wish the pixels would reflect the vision! it's genuinely weird to me to see him in some tits out/open front stuff and not see the stocky guy i see in my head... it's nothing a commission can't solve but i'm allowed to be annoying about my wol

[i-mybrunettelady]

hail, mighty hero

zaeim and nyra share a moment in kourna. set during long live the lich (lws4). mind the spoilers. 2k words. mature.

Allied Encampment is bustling with life. But it’s not the kind of life that would indicate happiness; in Zaeim’s head, that kind of life is almost a fragment of his imagination. It certainly is for the poor souls of Istan, or even Vabbi. Here in Kourna and the real world, it’s a life of anxiety, a life of uncertainty, of vague hope. People are carrying their restlessness with them and looking up at the leaders of this makeshift resistance group to make sense of it. 

Zaeim feels that burden intensely. He guides his Sunspears, makes plans, tries his hardest to not break nor bend under pressure. Every time he sees a wounded or dying Elonian, he sends a prayer to Kormir and it weighs his heart down even further. Every time there’s an accident, or a failed scouting mission, Zaeim wonders if they’re all going to die and Joko will remain the tyrant of Elona forever. 

So when he feels this way, he turns to Nyra. She stands tall, proud, indomitable and entirely mad. Her eyes shine with something wild and barely restrained, like fate itself had carved a chasm in her soul so now she’s trying to rebuild it back with parts of the real world. She attracts attention wherever she goes and people flock to her like moths to flame. From a distance, she looks radiant. Up close, Zaeim wonders when she’s going to burn out entirely. 

She can’t seem to fight off a sunburn from days in the sands and amongst the army. Her hair, short, messy and in constant disarray, has lightened to a near blonde, a contrast to the areas of her face that caught the beginnings of a tan. She has growing dark circles under her eyes and ever-present dirt beneath her nails, be it blood or tar or whatever else. Comfortable tunics she wears are more filled with creases and dust by the day, patched where they’d gotten nicked in the fights with Awakened. She hardly looks like their leader, Zaeim thinks, as worn out and bitter and restless as everyone else. 

He knows deep down, however, that it is her light this whole thing is centered around. And so, he can’t look away. Especially not when they’re discussing tactics, when she’s explaining things in that strangely accented Elonian of hers, or when she settles on a decision and cuts a clear line in the sand. I have listened to your suggestions. From this point on, you are with me or against me. 

Hardly anyone dares oppose her.

And thus Zaeim finds himself drawn to the moments where he’s with her. He likes the reassurance in her eyes. He likes the subtle nature of her smiles. “I’ve never been very expressive, in terms of.. Face,” she said one night, reclining against a wall. Zaeim raised his gaze to her face. “Do you mind that?”

“Some people are simply not,” he replied, with more eagerness than he’d intended. “I don’t doubt that you’re genuine about this and about Elona. Kormir knows you want Joko dead as much as anyone else here.” 

“There can only be one biggest dick in this desert, yeah?” she huffed and blew a curl of hair away from her nose. “For fuck’s sake, I need my hair to grow faster.” 

Zaeim smiled. “That growth spurt went elsewhere with you, it would seem.” 

Nyra laughed. It was a solid, deep sound, echoing in the small cottage they’d claimed as their base of command. “I’d say Joko stole it and I wanna get it back.” 

“Or Sayida.” 

“Sayida is wiser than Joko.” 

Zaeim shook his head. “Debatable, but I will not argue with you.” 

“That’s smart,” Nyra said, in a gravelly tone. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve suspected a threat. “You are wise too.” 

Zaeim doesn’t consider himself wise. He doesn’t think Nyra herself is wise, either. All he knows is that between them, and supposedly Sayida, and the Olmakhan and the Primeval ghosts, they can take down Joko and see a free Elona. 

Sometimes, that is enough. 

Other times, though, he wants to see Nyra the woman, Nyra the person behind the legend. Then he watches her movements, and notices, rather quickly, that her right shoulder is almost always stiff by the end of the day. She’s careful to not move her right hand much unless she has to, and the occasional stretch she does brings about a pained expression. She doesn’t bring it up, however. 

He understands. He has old wounds too. But in the grand scheme of Alysannyra Ainsaph, that one thing feels like a game changer. She goes from a symbol to a person, and from person to a symbol in a way Zaeim is familiar with, as the Spearmarshal. It makes him want to hold her close, feel the heat of her skin and the roughness of her sunburnt cheeks, in a union that so few people can actually understand. 

She comes to him in a dream, once, and there, she kisses him. And maybe Joko kills them all without Zaeim ever having tried to recreate that dream in real life. Zaeim hopes he musters up the courage to try. 

Opportunity presents itself rather unexpectedly. There is an Awakened Inquest incursion that Nyra herself chooses to annihilate, and that has her painfully rolling her shoulder to try and relieve the ache of it all day. In a break between planning, when the maps are in the safety of Canach’s hands for the moment, Zaeim takes a chance to lean in and whisper in Nyra’s ear, “Does your shoulder hurt?” 

Nyra almost hits his head as she raises hers. “What?” 

Zaeim blinks and steps away. “I noticed your shoulder is stiff and I wanted to offer relief. There is something that us Sunspears use and that I have a little bit of in my pack for old injuries.” 

“Relief, Spearmarshal?” Canach snickers, still looking at the maps. “I do think our dear Commander would love some relief! She’s had so much on her shoulders for this little war of yours–” 

“That’s what you take from this,” Nyra drawls, unimpressed. “Anyone you wanna fuck, Canach?” Zaeim blushes. 

“My hand suffices, Commander.” 

“Good. Stay out of the poor Spearmarshal’s business then. Maybe his hand doesn’t suffice.” 

Miraculously, Canach backs down. He offers Nyra a smile and returns the maps in her hands. “I will ponder on the tactics, Nyra,” he says quietly. “I will also see if Gorrik has any advice on the matter.” 

“Gorrik?” Nyra raises an eyebrow. She huffs out a breath and leans in. “Lie better next time, you asshat.” 

Canach grins. “He knows more than you think he does, Nyra.” 

“Oh.” 

“Oh, indeed.” 

“Get lost, though,” she jerks her head towards the door. “Think about tactics elsewhere.” 

Canach salutes her and heads to the door. He makes sure to close them as loudly as he possibly can without breaking the damn thing. Zaeim watches him go and crosses his arms over his chest. His face feels hot still and he digs his nails into the exposed skin of his upper arms. Yes, Kormir curse him, he does want to sleep with Nyra, and is that a crime? Is it a bad thing if a man wants to sleep with a woman? 

“Zaeim,” Nyra says, “if you frown any harder, you’ll get a permanent wrinkle.” 

“Wrinkles are the least of my concerns,” Zaeim grumbles and looks away. He then clears his throat. “I hope you’re not offended that I–” 

“That you find me attractive?” Nyra taps a nail against the table. The wide stance she’d assumed earlier when talking to Canach now becomes a long, lean form. The wood creaks under her weight when she leans against the table. “No.” 

“But?” Zaeim looks back at her again. She’s rubbing her clothed arms. She’s the only fully clothed and covered person in this entire camp, barring Gorrik and Taimi. She has bandages up to her knuckles. “Are you hurt?”

“Zaeim, I’m more scar tissue than skin behind this patched up tunic,” she says after a while and laughs awkwardly. Zaeim stares. It somehow never crossed his mind that she too might have insecurities. His head has a hard time wrapping itself around that notion, that the Godkiller and Dragonslayer is insecure about her scars of all things. 

“That is hardly a concern to me, if it is any consolation,” he offers softly. “There are a lot of scarred Sunspears.” 

She looks him up and down. Her eyes linger on his arms and legs and on the peek of his chest, before she looks him directly in the eye. Zaeim squirms under inspection. He knows he looks older than he is; life of a Sunspear is hardly easy, and beauty is the first thing to go when you choose to defy Joko. In the grand scheme of things, it’s least relevant. But right now Zaeim wishes very hard that he’d been born a noble, a prince of Vabbi or Istan, someone she would find easy to look at. 

“For what’s worth, I think you’re attractive too,” she says and Zaeim’s head shoots up. She sounds a little sad. 

Zaeim breathes out. “I still have my ointment, if you’d like it.” 

She considers for a moment, and as if to prove a point, goes to roll her shoulder. She stops halfway. “Yes,” she says. She rises from the table that creaks thankfully, and carefully pulls some of her tunic down to reveal her right shoulder. Zaeim sees the tail ends of angry, dark pink burns, but when she catches it, she raises the sleeve so they’re covered again. 

He doesn’t ask. Instead, he points towards a little stool near him. She walks over, playing with the material of her sleeve, and turns her back to him as she sits. His breath catches in his throat. The scar there is gnarly, deep, like something had tried to tear her spine off. It sits in an uneven line at a weird angle too. 

“It would’ve been worse without surgery,” she says, distantly. 

“Is there a way to–”

“No.” The finality of her response makes him close his mouth and dig through his pack. He unscrews the little clay pot and a familiar, slightly pungent scent spreads across the room. Zaeim says nothing as he softly rubs the cream into the knotted flesh. The only sounds in the room are the scoops his fingers make and their breathing, rugged and tense. 

She has tan lines, he notices. Her skin is hot where he touches it. Every so often she turns her head to look at him, and her eyes seem so impossibly big and insistent, conflicted in a way he can’t possibly decode. The sunburn makes their purple hue stand out even more. Zaeim’s hands itch to touch and caress more of her. He imagines his lips on her exposed neck, his hands in her hair. This close, she’s less of a symbol and more of a living, breathing person, with dark circles and a haunted stare and greasy hair, and he cannot get enough of it. 

“Kiss me,” she says. Her voice is rough and rich and breathy. It echoes in Zaeim’s ears like a drum. 

“Gladly,” Zaeim mutters and closes the clay pot. He could die tomorrow; it would’ve been a damn shame if he didn’t leap at an opportunity to kiss her. The pot clinks as he returns it carelessly to his pack and washes his hands free of the ointment. Nyra watches him with a strange expression. 

“What?” Zaeim asks and his heart wants to beat out of his chest. He feels its thunder in his throat. 

“You remind me of someone,” she says softly. “It’s– it was a man as dedicated to his dream and his duties as you are.” The way she implies the man is dead makes it seem targeted, almost a reproach. She’d mentioned a lover before, back in Tyria, but that he is dead. Zaeim has no idea who this man is and senses the topic is too raw to discuss further, but he wonders.

Self reproach is the only thing worse than regret. 

Zaeim crouches before her. This close, she smells like the cream he’d put on her and sweat. “Do you want me to kiss you? Truly?” 

Her eyes blaze. “Enough consideration,” she bites out, “I’m not fragile, for fuck’s sake!” And she pulls him to her and crashes her lips to his, digs her hands in his locs. Zaeim moans under the attention, and he would’ve felt bad about it if it wasn’t swallowed by the domineering force of her lips on his, even if closed. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

After a moment, she takes her head back a little, as if snapped out of a daze. “You probably wanted something sweeter,” she says quietly. “This was anything but.” 

“I will not lie,” he replies, “my usual idea of a first kiss is something that isn’t a metaphorical devouring.” 

Nyra blinks. “We can kiss slowly, if you’d like,” she says and plays with his locs. And then adds, with a grief so big it could swallow the world, “It’s been a long while since I had one of those. Probably don’t deserve them either. But..” 

Zaeim stands up. “This chair is a little uncomfortable,” he says. Nyra follows suit, close enough so he can feel the heat of her body. “I am certain there are more comfortable places in this house for people to kiss.” 

“Walls have hardly ever failed,” she suggests. Finding a little nook that’s big enough for both of them is a challenge, but when they finally do, and when he kisses her again, with his hands on her ass, the world falls away. 

Kormir knows they both need this. Kormir knows they both need a lot of things. And thankfully, Kormir, bless Her, provides. 

[i-mybrunettelady]

(to set the scene: Nyra, El and Sanne are gathered at the table. Ren was asked to participate, but when I actually voiced the question, she just stared at me as if to say I know better, and I do, so I let her be. However, I know she’s lurking somewhere, watching.)

Nyra, as per usual, goes first. “Never have I ever fallen asleep during an important meeting or gathering,” she reads aloud. “Never. If I fell asleep during an important meeting, the world falls apart.” It’s not entirely clear whether she’s joking or not.

“You were close a few times though,” El snickers, “before Trahearne made you go sleep.”

“I have a vested interest in the Pact running smoothly, Elandrin,” Nyra responds, tapping her nails against the table.

“Not what I was trying to say, Alysannyra.”

“Oh, I know. I’d pass this on to you but I know you’re a nocturnal bastard.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Sanne cuts in, blinking. “Are you always like this?”

“Could be a little more murderous,” El shrugs. “I’m always down to yell, do you want me to yell?”

“If he yells I also yell,” Nyra adds. “I can’t be outmatched by Elandrin, of all people.”

“Don’t fucking yell or I’m smacking both of you over the head. Spirits know I’m tall enough to reach them.” Sanne chooses to ignore the two pairs of eyes squinting at her. “My turn. Ladies first, Fireheart.”

“I don’t do your norn nicknames, just call me by my name.”

“Who stepped on your dick today, gods..” Nyra shakes her head. When she sees the curious glow in his eyes, she snorts. “Okay, fair. Someone’s into that. And you’ll say that to anything I can say here, so Sanne, pull the paper.”

“Never have I ever laughed at the news of someone’s death,” Sanne reads. Her face is grim and hard. “I’m not evil, fuck that.” She puts the piece of paper audibly and strongly between her and El. He takes it, rolls it between his fingers and then takes a shot of Blood whiskey. “Fuck, that’s strong,” he comments.

“Who.” Sanne’s stare is incredulous.

“My brother,” El says simply. His tone invites no questions, but his smile is decidedly happy. “I even killed him.”

“It’s a whole story,” Nyra says. “It’s not mine to tell, nor mine to comment on. It is just a tad bit disturbing, though.”

“Thank you for the shining endorsement, Alysannyra,” El drawls, “although are you really in the position to judge my actions?”

“Do not go there,” Nyra says. She does not blink. You get a sense she is ready to jump at any moment. “Where have I said I want to judge-- Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“Never have I ever gotten blackout drunk in public,” Sanne reads the next card. Her voice cuts through the air like a knife. “That is what I am guilty of. Loving fun and loving ale. So, pass the whiskey.” She downs a shot. “Delicious.”

“Most heinous crime of all, really,” Nyra nods. “To anyone watching, though, I pass the question. Never have I ever tried to kiss my crush in public and that was any romantic contact you two have ever had.” She rolls her shoulders and stands up. “Ten push-ups for not knowing social graces for me. Now, I’d like to see someone else do pushups as well, because I can’t be the only one who’s had this experience.”

Open Character Game! (For GW2) Never Have I Ever Edition

Let's get some character interactions going between people! This could be a fun way to get to know other people's OC's by letting yours and theirs interact.

Please note - this will likely contain mature content so participate at your own discretion. If your answers will be mature please put them under a Read More! But otherwise go hog wild, I'm not going to make this be family friendly.

Rules:

-The post you reblog is the question one of your OC's has to answer, then that OC can come up with another question for the next person to answer.

I'll post a few questions at the end of this post for people to start from!

-If your character *has* done the prompt in question (ex: Valens has been caught singing in the shower using soap as a microphone) that character gets to either: down a shot of alcohol or do pushups.

-If your first character *has not* done the prompt in question the question may go to the others that you have chosen from your roster.

-Please limit yourself to only using 3 characters for this game! Many of us have a ton of OC's but to keep with the theme of getting to know a few better, pick up to 3 you'd like to have 'join' the game. Interactions between your own chosen characters is fine though! (ex: if Valens is doing pushups and Sigilis was chosen as another character, she would be giving Valens lots of flak about it)

There are no winners/losers, the only elimination is what you think is funny or in character for an OC being drunk or tired and unable to keep playing. Have fun with it this not a contest, it's a way to get to know others OC's and be silly.

Starting questions:

A) Never have I ever fallen asleep during a meeting or important gathering.

B) Never have I ever gotten blackout drunk in public.

C) Never have I ever laughed at the news of someones death.

[i-mybrunettelady]

Nyra enjoyers do me a favor... I'd greatly appreciate it if you could pinpoint down what exactly do you like best about her.

I am conducting a lil research thing that's called looking into my ocs' heads, it's very fun, and I don't think she'd be where she is now without you guys so I'm crowdsourcing opinions!

[i-mybrunettelady]

POLEARMS NYRA REAL,,, POLEARMS NYRA REAL!!!! I REPEAT POLERAMS NYRA REAL

[i-mybrunettelady]

You guys collectively decided "hey it's time to spoil Nyra" and I'm !!!! 😭And also, TYSM!! Blushing Nyra is one of my fave kinds of Nyra bc she doesn't blush often so once again tysm 💕💕💕

I redrew the drawing I did of @i-mybrunettelady‘s OC Nyra because I was really unhappy with how the original looked. The original was kinda rushed, but I’m fairly pleased with how this one turned out :)

[i-mybrunettelady]

Wavy hair Nyra canon

sketch by loml @just-eyris-things 🥰🥰🥰✨️✨️💕💕💕✨️✨️♥️♥️

[i-mybrunettelady]

hello, hello! annual reminder that nyra is very bisexual and very open about it, so if you see me her running around in a bi-colored suit tomorrow, come say hi!

this is also something she'd wear to pride in modern au with like a bi-colored tie but that's neither here nor there