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Holy SHIT Braham is wearing crocs.

And they're in SPORTS MODE.

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Ficlet idea

She felt like a creep for what she was about to do. Admittedly it wasn't the worst thing in the world: it wasn't a crime to look at someone. Sneaking around about it like she was back in her foster home and trying to avoid being caught out after bedtime, though, that was something different. Odetta shook her head a little, mentally pushing the thought of that house in Divinity's Reach away as she did, before gently combing her fingers through her fine blond hair. She was going to talk to that handsome young man, Zio, today even if it killed her from embarrassment.

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Asura hcs that I live by in my settings:

MOST asura are lactose intolerant. This stems from having been a race from deep underground that didn't have access to cow or dolyak milk until they came to the surface permanently after the loss of the six original cities. Much of the "milk" used in asuran cooking nowadays comes from other sources, like almonds and oats, but there are intrepid asura trying to invent the Tyrian version of lactaid.

The asuran language has no gendered words. Being a strict meritocracy with zero emphasis on gender or gender roles, asura don't really care much about the gender of another person in the grand scheme of things. It isn't uncommon for asuran sexualities to be very fluid, and of course homosexuality exists for them as much as anyone else, but as far as in their culture, your gender is something that is on your paperwork and can be changed whenever you like. Coming out as trans is a lot easier when it's "That's great, New Daughter, now let's finish your homework quick because the line at the Gender Record Office is gonna be about twenty people deep and I don't want to miss Tyrian Jeopardy."

Albinism, vitiligo, poliosis, amelanism, and leucism are very common among asura. It's really common in cave dwelling species to exhibit much higher rates of albinism and other forms of pigmentation loss, and I don't think it's any different for asura (or skritt, for that matter). It's probably seen as something incredibly attractive and desirable, despite the negative effects that come from living on the surface where the sun is a deadly laser. This is probably a leftover cultural trait from when they were underground, despite the inconveniences of the genetic mutations in the modern day.

Canonically we know large ears are attractive to asura, but I also think very large eyes and heads plays into this as well. With the eyes accounting for visual acuity and the head size... well. Asura are big on brainpower.

The Inquest still speaks "old" Asuran and doesn't use New Krytan unless ABSOLUTELY necessary. Seeing as how they're an Asura On Top organization, this just makes sense to me. Why would they BOTHER to speak New Krytan? That's the language of inferiors, as far as they're concerned. As such, if you want someone to translate something from the time of the exodus that has terminology and structure that's become obsolete, best find yourself someone in the Inquest. It's part of the reason they've remained relevant in asuran politics, despite being hated by much of the populace.

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this month's (na) vsartparty portraits!! been a few months since my last artparty, and it was fun to get back into it!! 🌸🎀🩷

Prunéan: @magistersieran

Eorlos:

Springborn Areli:

Mourynn: @manasurge

Rossie Vance:

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guild wars is an insane setting because it's a normal fantasy world but also the closest elf analogue that exists is humanity. what people would at first glance assume to be ""elves"" are actually just vaguely humanoid plant monsters made to serve an unbelievably ancient god-dragon that's also a living jungle and also all of the plant people are at maximum 25 years old because their entire species are basically collectively babies in terms of how long they've existed in-universe. also the orcs are giant cat people. the gnomes are rats. the dwarves are normal but also they're steadily going extinct and also all living rock people now. nobody even knows what a horse is

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i know that SOTO was a controversial gw2 expac but i personally think not all isgarren hate is completely fair... he gets a lot of flak for trying to stop experiment 626 but you have to remember this was a dangerous indestructible alien experiment that had been unleashed onto earth and he was only doing his due diligence. he didn't know it would form a bond with a broken family, and to his credit, the instant he knew, he stepped down

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hello, would you like some curve-balls?

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Me and Vex finally finished our personal stories over a year after the game was released and we made sure we went out with style

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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.

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Maybe showing up with Isgarren at the Tyrian Alliance meeting without telling your half brother, who up until this exact point thought you were SUPER dead, that you hadn't actually died in Arah and were up kicking it with a super powerful wizard cult was a bad idea, but that might just be me.

I've had this image rolling around in my head ever since Jenn and I decided Zojja would be the councilor present in Lion's Arch, since Logan took her place in our setting in Wizlandia, and I finally got around to drawing it.

Featuring my boy Zio Fortino, who is Logan's younger half brother.

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What kinds of things did you do? Left a trail of red on every island As I traded friends like objects I could use Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands...

Jenn's been into Epic lately and sent me this song, just going "THIS IS VEZZ AND RISSIA CODED." I had to draw something, since... you know, yeah. The vibes are certainly there.

But yeah, Vezz struggled a lot (and still does, to a degree) with his past and the things he did when he was still with the Inquest, including how he left in the Theta-9 Massacre, and sometimes (read: a lot of the times) feels unworthy of Rissia and her affection. But she loves him as much as he loves her. They'll be all right.

Featuring @wall-legion's Rissia.

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9 and 13 for the otp questions? 🤭

OTP Questions

Since they're newer, let's talk about Sid and @wall-legion's Iuno (vetted with her since she's next to me on the couch lmao)!

9. Who is being way over the top and dramatic and who just nods and cheers on their partner from the sidelines?

Sid is a thousand percent more dramatic than Iuno. Iuno was training as a Primus previously, but Sid grew up in the rough and rowdy workspaces of an aging Iron Legion warband, so she has a tendency to act much larger than life despite her otherwise very small size. She's also always willing to fight people many times her size, as an asura who was raised from infancy by a warband of Iron Legion charr, and Iuno may worry but Sid does know how to take care of herself.

That being said, I'm sure there've been times that Iuno has just sighed and put Sid over her shoulder to walk away, just to keep her out of trouble. That doesn't stop Sid from carrying on at the offending party over her shoulder, though.

13. What is a memory they share together that makes them both laugh so hard they cry when they think about it?

Iuno and Sid first met in the fahrar, and it was with this tiny little asura progeny biting the shit out of anyone who tried to bully her. Despite being smaller than her counterparts, she was just as willing to throw down, and Iuno was drawn to her from day one.

That being said, there was a time Iuno had to hold Sid over her head and kick off a number of cubs who wanted to get back at the girl for her aggressive bitey tendencies, and Sid loves to tell the story, as it must've looked absolutely hilarious with this scraggly charr cub holding up a runty asura progeny kicking off a bunch of other cubs like the most aggressive game of King of the Rock ever played.

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Secret Santa Gift~

Happy holidays to my guildie @hawkepockets! Without further ado, here's the fic I wrote you!

Pepa knew that odd spider was going to cause trouble. It had all started when Tarakk had gotten it into his head that they should go out for a picnic in the forest. Why he had suddenly come up with an idea like that was beyond her, he’d never been the type to suggest picnics before, but someone or something must have come up about it to raise the idea in his mind. Regardless of how he’d come across the concept, she’d been pleased to join him… until that spider on the tree caught his eye.

“Look, Pepa,” he said breathlessly as soon as he’d seen it. “Have you ever seen its like?” “Yes, Tarakk, I’ve seen lots of spiders.” She kept her tone light and teasing, even though they had agreed not to talk about work while they were picnicking. Moreover, that spider was making her ears twitch in a way that made her want a weapon in her hands: something about it just seemed to scream ‘danger’. “Many of which you’ve shown me.” “That’s the thing, though!” He was already getting up, eyes still locked on the arachnid. “I’ve never seen one like this before. Its coloration is completely different from any I’ve already documented in this area.” “Tarakk. We agreed on no work during our dates.” She pouted - or tried to - hoping he would turn to look at her and see her expression. “Remember?” “This will only take a moment, Pep,” he replied without looking once more. He put his hands out to cup around the spider, beaming with excitement. “I only wish to obs-” Pepa was on her feet with her scepter out as soon as the barked yell of pain erupted from him, the spider’s fangs buried into the palm of his left hand. “Hold still!” she hollered. “What?” Tarakk looked at her, before catching on. “Oh!” He held his hand out, wincing as the spider dangled from it, and Pepa fired at it to knock it to the ground. As soon as it was down, she fired again to make sure it was dead. Cradling his injured hand, he knelt to look at the spider’s corpse as Pepa put her scepter away. “We should get home so you can treat that,” she said, tearing a strip from the blanket they had been relaxing on just moments before to field dress his wound. “It was small.” He waved his other hand. “I’m sure that I’ve been bitten by far worse!” “And I’m sure that you were the one to tell me that the smaller the arachnid, the worse the venom. Now come and help me pack up with your good hand.” He rolled his eyes, but pitched in, and they returned back to home. 

At first, she wondered if she had overreacted: other than the bite wound, Tarakk seemed hale and whole. They sat down at the kitchen table and ate the rest of the picnic meal, and then he went to document the new spider for his records. She was in the middle of washing up when she heard a terrible crash from his workshop, and raced in to find him on his side on the floor and surrounded by his notes and writing utensils. It looked like he was in the middle of doing a colored illustration of the arachnid when he had collapsed. She managed to get him up after some struggle, half lugging and half dragging him to their bedroom. He was burning up, and his left hand had swollen and was starting to turn purple around the edges of the bandage. She sighed as she moved to heave him gracelessly onto the bed. Damned spider! “Pepa,” he croaked, turning his head to look at her. “Pepa, is that you?” “Yes, Tarakk, it’s me.” She gently moved the hair out of his face. “I’m going to wet a cloth for your head. I’ll be right back, all right?” He nodded, closing his eyes as he dropped his chin to his chest, and she took that as permission to leave the room. She sprinted to find a clean cloth and get it wet with the coldest water she could get from the house, before hurrying back to his side and resting it gently on his forehead. In response he sighed gently, settling further into the bed. “That seems good,” she said to herself, stepping back with a finger to her lips. “I should probably check your notes, though, to see if there’s anything about this sort of reaction to a bite and how to treat it.” Tarakk didn’t respond, not that she gave him time or a chance to. Off she went like a shot again, into his workshop, taking a moment to right the stool he’d fallen from before she started looking at the spines of his various journals for the right one to jump out at her. She hoped. “No, no, no,” Her eyes briefly landed on a notebook whose title indicated it had to do with the mating habits of giant Maguuma jungle spiders. “- ew, no.” She climbed onto the counter to better see the higher shelves. “What do we have up here… no, no, yes!” She hooked a claw into the spine carefully labeled ‘Remedies and Cures for Most Known Arachnid Venom’ and pulled it free of its neighbors, before sitting carefully on the counter to begin reading Tarakk’s careful script on the pages within, desperately looking for a match for his current symptoms. She would end up moving from that countertop and into the kitchen so she could make herself tea, and lighting a candle as the day slipped away, but after scouring through pages and pages of this one journal she finally found a match for his symptoms. “Wash the area of the bite thoroughly, and apply a cold cloth to help with any localized pain,” Tarakk had written. “If feverish, a cold cloth can also be placed on the forehead.  Keep the bitten area elevated if possible. Sage leaf alangium can be used as an antivenom, but externally only: internal use can lead to vomiting.” Following that were the instructions for how to make a poultice of the aforementioned sage leaf alangium and other ingredients (thankfully all things Pepa knew), how much to apply, how to safely remove the old poultice once it had dried in order to not cause damage to the wound, and how frequently to reapply. Pepa looked up at that. “What in the Alchemy’s bloody cogs is a sage leaf alangium?” She rubbed her forehead. “Maybe he has some in his lab…” She got up to check, grumbling as she took the candle and headed back to the workshop. “I’m making you clean up in here, once you’re healthy again!” she called towards the bedroom, even though she had a feeling he wouldn’t hear her. Setting the candle to one side, she took to searching the shelves for anything labelled as ��sage leaf alangium’. It took the better part of an hour, but she finally came across it behind three other jars and written as ‘alangium, sage leaved’.

“I’m going to box his ears,” Pepa groaned as she looked at the label. “I’m going to pull the tufts right off them and stuff them up his nose, the absolute bookah.” She huffed and shoved it under her arm, grabbing the candle and going back to the kitchen once more to get started on the poultice recipe. She didn’t think she’d been that careful with measurements since school, but after the longest forty-five minutes of her life she had the foulest smelling concoction in the bowl in front of her. She had cooked it for the exact amount of time Tarakk had said, with the exact amount of sage leaf (or leaved) alangium and water and the rest of the ingredients, and at the exact right temperature. She had even stood there and let it cool for fifteen minutes before scooping some out to apply and putting a cloth over the rest, just as Tarakk’s notes said. “This had better be correct or I’ll be so upset,” she muttered as she walked into the bedroom again, turning her nose up at the smell of the poultice as it wafted up at her. Her eyes were streaming tears from the odor by the time she was bedside to Tarakk again and putting the spoon in. “Here goes…” = = = = =

It was the next afternoon when Tarakk’s fever broke, and a few hours later before he woke up again. Pepa by this point had pulled one of the kitchen chairs next to the bed and had fallen asleep with her arms folded on the quilt, her cheek resting on top of one elbow. Tarakk moving, however, made her stir and sit back up with a start. “Terribly sorry, dearest,” he said hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” “I’m more glad you’re awake,” she murmured. “How are you feeling..?” “Awfully sore and stiff. And dry as a bone in Elona - could I have some water, please?” “Just a moment.” She went to the kitchen and came back with a cup of water. “Slow sips. You’ve been out for over a day.” “A whole day? Be serious, Pep.” “I am, Tarakk. That spider did a number on you. Thankfully I had your notes to help us out.” He looked down at his hand, finally seeing the poultice that had dried into a crust over the bite. His hand was still slightly swollen, but it was mildly red instead of that terrible purple color. “Pepa…” He set the water aside and reached for her with his good hand. “You clever, wonderful thing, you. What would I do without you?” “Die, for starters,” Pepa said dryly. Tarakk pulled her into a one-armed hug and laughed in response. “Maybe less serious, Pepa,” he said after a moment of composing himself.

“Fair enough,” she said with a small smile. “Though I will tell you, your workshop needs to be picked up. Trying to save your life in there is a pretty scary thing.”

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May your heart be light and happy, May your smile be big and wide, And may your pockets always have a coin or two inside.

Been a hell of a year, hasn't it?

Decided for a NYE picture to do my bestie @wall-legion's lovely gal, Qirri's big sister and Vezz's wife, Rissia. She and Vezz are probably off to a party of some kind to see the old year out.

This'll be my last uploaded piece of 2024... figured I'd make it a fun one. Happy New Year, GW2 Community! And here's to many more to come.

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The Oracles of Elder Dragons

I have referred to my girl Kippa as the Oracle of Aurene in the past, so recently I've been putting some thought into what exactly the Oracle of an Elder Dragon is and what they do. Here is the conclusion (with some helpful input from @wall-legion).

Though no one is entirely certain who the first Oracle was or the origin of the term, Oracles for Elder Dragons have existed for almost as long as Elder Dragons have interacted with sapient races. They may not have them consistently, but they fill a very distinct role. Some individuals may not even know their actual purpose, even though they are constantly feeding information back to the dragon they're connected to.

The Oracles exist as powerful beacons of magic fed into by their draconic patrons, sharing dreams and visions with the Elder Dragons as they move through life. Stealth sleeper agents in some ways, with their power activating at the whim of their patron.

An Oracle of Zhaitan, for example, may be an extraordinarily powerful necromancer while an Oracle of Mordremoth may be an exceptionally talented Druid.

Had Kippa remained the Oracle of Soo Won, her magic may have expanded to be able to resurrect the recently deceased. Instead, though her magic remains incredibly, frighteningly strong, she gains prophetic dreams similar to the visions Aurene had when she was younger and her magic, especially when healing, takes on an almost crystalline appearance, like liquid quartz instead of water.

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[DAZED FROM BLOOD LOSS] hey not to kill the vibe completely but i think i am in love with you

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Random OC NSFW Asks

A bunch of random, obscure NSFW asks for your OCs that I really want to know the answers to 👀 (thank you to the Discord chat for like half of these)

Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?

Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

Quickies vs Planned sex—thoughts?

Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

Do they have any really out-of-left-field kinks/fantasies? Maybe even something that they wouldn’t necessarily want to act on but have still thought about?

Any place they absolutely would not have sex?

Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving

How often do they have sex dreams?

What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

Are they down for casual one-night stands?

Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?

Morning vs evening sex—do they have a preference?

If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

Describe their favorite sexual encounter.

Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

What’s their go-to safe word?

Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.

A song they would fuck/get fucked to

Share a sample line of dirty-talk