#sylvari commander

[diesvitae]

Secret santa for @l-la and fellow Creative Partner! Loved to paint their sylvari and this gave me the chance to explore New Kaineng City a lil more to enjoy all the details. Sponsored by ArenaNet

[caithesgirlfriend]

twitch drops visor skin is very cool on revenant!

[chaoticstrata]

"Would you let me take care of this for you?" - whoever you've thought of most recently among your ocs

So this is WIP of sort, although was 100% started because of this ask. lol My GW2 pair has been on my mind recently, even though I'm pretty certain no one else cares for them--either that or the fanfic community for GW2 is very small. In any case, here's what I've written so far!

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A frustrated sigh escaped Rhetton’s lips when his lover batted his hands away from the armor piece he was trying to remove. Those same hands then took over, carefully peeling the gauntlet off. “Canach, I can undress myself…” the former commander trailed off when amethyst eyes glared daggers at him. Wincing, he turned his head away, knowing full well the look was warranted…. ...because he once again ran off head-first into danger, causing the older man to worry over his safety.

It really didn’t help that he had nearly gotten himself cut in two by an enraged Ascended chasing after the refugees trying to flee. Rhetton had stepped in to help but was injured in the process. He could clearly remember the panicked look on Canach’s face--even from under that helmet of his--as an Agent named Kossian dragged him back to the Order of Secret’s outpost where his friends were. Thankfully, he had sustained only minor injuries--just a couple of bruises and scrapes…and the rather long and bleeding slash across his chest. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to hide the blatantly obvious injury from his partner. Not that it would have been a secret long, especially with Canach dead set on looking him over.  The older sylvari had practically thrown Rhetton over his shoulder to get him to a healer--much to the amusement of the man already helping him. While Rhetton found the action endearing, he knew he scared the shit out of the warrior…again. “Would you just…” Canach started to say, pulling the engineer’s attention back before he shook his head and sighed. “Never mind.” “No, Nach, don’t ‘never mind’ me,” Rhetton said, stopping the warrior’s hands from peeling him out of his sylvarin armor. He held them and squeezed lightly. “Talk to me.” A long silence followed before Canach sighed again, leaning in to press his forehead against Rhetton’s chest. “Would you just let me take care of this for you?” he asked quietly. “I’m aware I’d never be able to stop you from stepping into danger. You’re too much of a good person to just stand aside and do nothing--especially when you know you can help. All I ask is when you do, at least allow me to take care of you in the aftermath.” Rhetton could not keep the smile from his face, even if he wanted to. Pulling the older man closer, he wrapped him up in his arms and hugged him tightly. “I can do that…although you may need to remind me some days,” he chuckled softly, “I do tend to have an issue knowing when to rest.” The soft laughter that left Canach was deep and rich. “Yes, dearheart, I am well aware of that issue of yours.” Rhetton scrunched his nose at the endearment. “I take it dearheart is not to your liking?” the warrior grinned. “It is not…heard Foalin call Caithe that far too much,” Rhetton replied, “It’s rather ruined for me.” “Hmm, understandable,” Canach said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin, “I’ll work on coming up with something else.”

[mirage-of-the-virtuoso]

Chrysallus stares at the mirror, uncertainty in his eyes as they drift up to his hair.

A twitch of an ear. A swivel of the other.

Swish... swish... a cat tail dragging on the fabric of his coat, hidden from sight.

He's not sure why he went through this process. The mesmer had been tinkering with cosmetic tonics, for partial transformations, for little bits of entertainment here and there.

After that damn courtier (ex-courtier, he reminds himself) dropped a potion near him, Auri, and itself, they had sprouted cat ears and tails for a short time.

He's not sure when they wore off (each sylvari's partial transformation had worn off at different times, and no one really pointed it out to him), but he supposed he had gotten used to being... obvious to people.

Chrys reached up to touch the leafy cat ears on his head, almost feeling shy about them.

Something about these little additions made him feel... real. Felt seen.

He had been so used and bogged down by how "powerful" and "unreachable" he is in status, in power. He's so used to having to play the part of the unaffected commander, the unbreakable champion of Tyria. So used to being alone...

One would think he'd be better at managing the stress of it all, or getting help from all the trauma.

Since when has the Commander ever been in need of saving? Especially from himself?

Chrys shook the thoughts from his mind, then looks back at the ears on his head, seeing them fold back.

Before the ears, the only indication of his stress were the flowers that bloomed in his hair, or worse, the flowers that shredded his throat and incapacitated him afterwards.

When the "cat incident" happened, people seemed to understand his stress a lot better, especially any charr in the area (or anyone who's had a cat) were able to translate his body language with ease.

It no longer felt like he had to speak what was on his mind, or wish that others could read his mind.

Even before this incident, the mesmer had heard others refer to him as "Catmander" when they think he can't hear them.

The blue sylvari crosses his arms, still contemplating the ears that are now fully grown and visible on his head.

He feels people would judge him differently.

They would think him childish.

Acting like a sapling.

Acting a fool and treating everything like a joke.

Why did he even bother with this? Others would just make fun of him for this.

He just wants to be seen and understood when common socializing is difficult.

Is that so much to ask...?

His hands tightly grasp the sleeves of his coat, the anxiety gnawing on his mind with every second.

Chrysallus hears a loud noise and hides the cat ears and tail with mesmer magic, his thorns fluffing up.

Turns out it was one of his many cats knocking over something. He exhales, his ears and tail reappearing as he catches his breath from being startled.

He glances back at the mirror. Should he keep it? Should he get rid of them?

Chrys feels... well, not "whole", but like he doesn't need to hide, that he'll be treated better with them, expressing his emotions better than he can say.

On the other hand, his anxiety and paranoia is whispering into his mind, making the blue sylvari fear about being treated like a joke, and bringing down the rest of his friends, of his loved ones.

... Maybe he needs to hide out somewhere for a while, so he can think about this in a place where he can't be seen and judged by others before he's ready.

Auri might be upset, though. They said something about a mender appointment, but Chrys had forgotten when that was supposed to be; knowing his luck, it's sometime this week.

Oh well. He's- sure(?) they'll understand. Hopefully.

[thorn-walker]

Miraak laughing?? In THIS economy???

[troonwolf]

can’t stop thinking about how for a Sylvari Commander the broken Caladbolg represents how far they’ve come and how they can never go back and I am feeling so absolutely rabid over it my man

[thorn-walker]

Miraak not only wields Caladbolg with all the determination a 150cm-tall sylvari can, but he can make it shapeshift to fit his needs (that's how I explain the weapon-swap in my head because idk how he can swap between a giant hammer and a giant sword otherwise lol).

He also has the superpower of People Still Find Him Attractive despite the gigantic scar on his face, his dead eye, the gigantic scar on his chest and the gigantic scar on his side. Which also sideways into Poly Relationship with Braham And Trahearne. I'm sorry I can't choose between my npcs blorbos and Miraak deserves a bit of happiness in his shitty life

Before I go to bed I'll posit this to everyone.

Everyone's commander has gotta be a little overpowered right, a little special spoiled ridiculously strong, golden child protagonist powers, they're Blorbo Prime.

So what's your Commander got going on that makes them self indulgently strong and overpowered? What kinda Protagonist nonsense have they got going on beyond just general default commander things? What sorta fun things can they do?

[lady-quen]

Obligatory sound on

I got Mael the /breakdance emote. He had no say. I'm sorry, this video is everyone's problem now.

[scourgeblooms]

never not thinking about aurene legendary weapon flavor texts

[i-mybrunettelady]

Hello, gw2blr!

As you might know, Janthir Wilds is dropping soon (20th of August to be precise), so I wanted to "steal" an idea for an event that ffxiv side of things did before the release of Dawntrail, (Count) Down to Dawntrail. I did not want to do it by expac, and we haven't had a Commander Week community event in forever, so here it is! Commander Week 2024 (24th of July - 31st of July), hosted by yours truly!

Who can participate? Anyone who's ever played gw2 in their life. Bonus points if you're all caught up on the story! What kind of content is allowed? Writing, art, screenshots, edits, any creative outlet you want! Even poems are allowed. It doesn't have to be new writing either, as long as it fits the prompts :) Is it a nsfw event? Please refrain from any spicy/nsfw stuff. This is a strictly non-spicy event. Will there be spoilers? Yeah! Please tag them accordingly if they're newer content (EoD and SotO primarily) but this isn't a spoiler free event by any means. Is shipping allowed? Full speed ahead, my good Commander. Full speed ahead, if that floats your skiff. Are Wayfinders included? As long as they're the same as your Commander, sure! This event assumes that Wayfinder = Commander, so if they are separate characters for you, please focus on the Commander.

If you have any additional questions, feel free to shoot me an ask, but these are general guidelines! Go forth and create, gw2blr, and let's celebrate the Commander for being the most Protagonist of All Time!

[commander-henrietta]

sylvari oc collection (part 1)

in order:

Commander Avalon (she/her)

Lieutenant Alasdair (he/him)

Riordan (EVIL/EVIL)

Colin (he/him)

[chaoticstrata]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Guild Wars 2 (Video Game), Guild Wars Series (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Canach/Male Player Character (Guild Wars), Canach/Male Sylvari Character Characters: Male Sylvari Player Character (Guild Wars), Canach (Guild Wars) Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Grief/Mourning, Coming to Terms with Death, Not Beta Read, We Hit Reaper Shroud To Spin To Win Summary:

All Rhetton wanted to do was rest while they made their way into Joko's territory...until there was a knock at his door.

[mirage-of-the-virtuoso]

{Decided to finally post some little snippets of personal story info for Catmander Chrysallus. I might continue doing this, although it may be sporadic ^^; ~ 🌸}

[rosewoodroad]

I had a HC that Aurene in Tyrian form would probably take after the Commander (+Caithe for sylvari), and I took it as an excuse to test out my new tablet--

But also, expanding on the HC with more Thoughts...

I imagine she would actually be hilariously bad at shapeshifting at first, like a slippery slope down uncanny valley.

She'd pass the "looks ok from across the room" test, but get too close and you notice all the little imperfections (or lack thereof). She never blinks, her skin is too flawless, she has too many teeth, her hair glows whenever she laughs??

Sometimes, she forgets that Asura only have 4 fingers, or that Sylvari aren't supposed to glow all the time, or that other races aren't supposed to glow at all.

[troonwolf]

I love when cutscenes let me show off pretty plants

[kheprriverse]

Finally finished this doodle! Hydahlla and her strange (dragon) children.