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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

#forgal and nohsi #Warmaster Husbands

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a gravitational pull

Summary: Renira goes on a date with a very singular woman. Content warnings: sensuality/making out (M) Spoilers: None Note: Happy Lesbian visibility week! I may not be a lesbian but Ren is and I wanted to write this for ages now but just.. didn't, so here's one for a ship that could've been, but never was. Ft Babymander Nyra.

Renira doesn’t ordinarily meddle with targets that don’t concern her current mission. The Vigil, as far as her orders go, are allies and not people whose secrets she should be focused on. A secret here and there is fine, but there is a line that the agents can’t cross. Not when there’s General Soulkeeper and Warmaster Kernsson on sight as two high ranking officers. The Warmaster, maybe, if she were daring enough to attempt to spy on him again at such a time, but the General? 

She cannot risk it; not as a Lightbringer. Not when her squad relies on her in this way. 

Yet when Kernsson’s pretty apprentice starts chatting her up and asks her for a date, Renira is all too quick to agree. There is no shortage of pretty women, but there is a shortage of time. Now, after that whole business with Ajax Anvilburn is done with, she can take a break for one evening. It’s nothing serious, after all.

Then again, Renira does wonder if digging up info on your date before you even go out is standard practice for anyone who isn’t of the Whispers. Probably not. Alysannyra Ainsaph’s name has popped up here and there - starting with a file in bold, red letters called the Hero of Shaemoor. She has family here in Ebonhawke. And now, apparently, she has joined the Vigil and bears the title of Crusader. 

That’s where she makes herself stop. There need to be conversation topics. She cannot know everything in advance. 

“Nice dress, by the way,” Alysannyra says with a slight curve to the ends of her lips. “I see you’re taking cues from the locals.” She then pauses and joins her hands before her. Her lips, full and pink, are slightly parted. “I think it suits you, personally. We’d wear it belted in Rurikton, for the waist emphasis, but it looks good like this, I think. And I think the flower I chose works well with it? As if I’d known!”

Renira takes a deep breath. “Thank you,” she says and accepts the flowers - a vibrant yellow to match the pink of her dress, just as Alysannyra said - and gently holds them in her hand. Then Alysannyra offers her a hand and off on the streets of Ebonhawke they go. 

She looks good tonight. They look quite the pair, unintentionally so. The thought makes Renira smile. Nyra looks rather good in the traditional Ascalonian embroidered shirt and a jelek. The shirt is open enough to reveal her collarbones and the tightness of the vest makes her chest look pronounced. Her hair is long and loose, brushed but only barely, alternating between brown, red and blonde in the dying light of day. Her face is bare. 

Renira hasn’t seen eyes as blue in a while. Or maybe the lack of romantic attention in recent times finally reared its ugly head. While not that common, blue eyes aren’t exactly a rarity either. 

“Your hair changes color in the sunlight,” Renira says, by way of observation. Their footsteps fall in rhythm.

“Only the wisest of men know what my actual hair color is,” Nyra supplies, and lifts her eyebrows. “It has been foretold, certainly, that one who guesses it right will win my hand in marriage.” 

“Should I keep looking then?” Renira laughs. She likes the way Nyra talks. The dryness of her humor is refreshing. 

“If you like. I like to be looked at. If you guess right, you might get me to pop the question, Ascalonian style.” 

“Oh? I assume your heritage allows you for more insight on that particular topic than my few months of living here does?” Renira leans in - rather, down. Nyra’s hair smells of fresh herbs. 

Nyra lifts her head to meet her eyes. She holds her gaze. “I could show you, if you’d like,” she says. 

Renira hums. “There is time, Nyra.” She masks the extent of the excitement the response leaves in her. Nyra is a woman of the court, and she knows the art of conversation just as well as Renira does, yet not everyone acquires the charm needed to get to be as good as it can be. 

No, it’s not charm, not really. It feels like she has something of a gravitational pull that makes Renira unable to look away. The steadiness of her gaze, the warmth of her hand, scent of herbs and a hint of perfume, all coupled with her head held high, tempts Renira to bend down and kiss her then and there. When has she grown attracted to muscle on a woman? That is a new development. 

Not that she minds. 

Nyra’s smile is lopsided. “Enough time to squeeze a second date in?” 

Renira laughs. “Maybe. If I don’t make up my mind by the end of this one.” She pulls her closer. The eye contact breaks when she snakes their fingers tighter together and runs her nails over Nyra’s knuckles. “We aren’t even at the date location yet. The night is young.” 

And indeed, the sun has just set. The moon is just peeking through, an invited, observant figure to  the chatter of people and their joint hands. By the end of this, Renira thinks, she could have Nyra in her bed if she wanted to. And where would the harm be, if she has a willing participant? 

Nyra nods, pink in the face. “That is for you to decide, but in the meantime, I think a delicious meal awaits us.” 

And the food is good, admittedly, the kind both humans and charr would enjoy. Well done meat with kajmak, chopped onion that neither of them are touching, reflections of the bright yellow flower in the little rakija bottles. Turns out Nyra isn’t a fan of it. She takes one sip, swallows like a battleworn hero she is, and places it down with all the grace of a woman of the court. Renira downs hers in one chug. Nyra lifts a brow, as if impressed. 

And maybe alcohol did lower their inhibitions, but they’re kissing in a dimly lit street later, with Nyra on the tips of her toes and her hands around Renira’s shoulders. She’s a good kisser, it turns out. 

“Billiard rooms,” Nyra explains in between kisses. It’s a rather silly high society excuse to stare at people’s asses and steal a kiss. 

Renira slides her hands down and squeezes Nyra’s ass. She doesn’t need any overpriced rooms. “Were there any bets?” she asks, curiously. A part of her laughs, almost; is she as cocky as someone like Nyra can afford to be, to place a bet to be the best she’s ever kissed? She doesn’t voice it. 

There are many things she hasn’t been able to afford herself. There’s something so very aristocratic about the way Nyra carries herself, the way she grabs attention and stamps her seal all over it. Even now, red in the face, with lips darkened by kissing and lipstick, she knows she looks good, she knows the world should be watching her. 

Arrogance, Renira thinks. Arrogance that’s hardly ever faced a pushback. Arrogance that makes her want to fuck her against that very wall, in this very street. What a luxurious thing. 

“Nothing that went beyond tongues,” Nyra replies after a thought. “My parents have always been of the old, Ascalonian cut.” 

Renira tilts her head and licks at Nyra’s lower lip. “And you?” 

Nyra looks visibly distracted for a moment. “I’ve never been to Ebonhawke before,” she says. “Is that good enough?” 

“More than enough.” Enough to write in your file later. Tastes divine, is hardly in touch with where her parents came from. Looking to reconnect. Doesn’t care about the way things are done here. She places a kiss on her jaw. Nyra’s nails dig into Renira’s skin. She then kisses lower, to her exposed neck. 

Then, she then feels Nyra’s hands pushing her face away from her neck. Just as Renira was about to ask to leave her a little bite. Rude, she thinks and smiles. You arrogant, rude, sexy aristocrat. You just need to be in charge. Did the world see that? Or do you keep these things to yourself?

“I know a place where we can have more privacy,” Nyra says in a voice that doesn’t invite questioning. A command wrapped in a statement, and the quietness of the tone doesn’t take anything away from its force. She slides her hand down so it rests on Renira’s hip. “It’s not that far away. Come.” 

She then takes Renira’s hand and goes down the street, lipstick stains on her face and neck be damned. She walks like it all belongs to her, like she’s the queen of the fucking world, with her head held high. Without shame. Arrogant. 

Not arrogant. Proud. 

It takes Renira a lot to fall in love, but maybe this is a closer thing. Or maybe it’s the rakija, and the kissing, and the moon whispering in her ear, and the Ebonhawke and its pressing history and its proud descendant that’s holding her hand. 

Whatever it is, Renira slides into the night with her. 

It is, after all, a call she can’t say no to. 

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admittedly, Viil is a big mary sue....especially when I just put him in silly scnarios and give him so much unessential tidbits to his character. It's not the best practice, BUT either way, this pink man has brought me so much joy and even inspiration amidst creative bankruptcy...and the kind words that friends and mutuals have given him....even just in passing....means soo much to me

I still hold myself back from posting sillier and indulgent thoughts, those that are just redundant, or have a tonal dissonance to canon, etc etc, feeling inadequate and even nonsensical because I feel like I can't communicate my thoughts well....

Trying to work that out of my brain is a work long in progress, but...All this just to say thank you to all those who entertained the thought of my blorbo ever, Viilhelm, for the kindness and support and good vibes.

#the blossoms ramble #sorry random feels #ive put viil in so much situations for 3 years. emotional blorbo supreme (unironic #and dare I say he's a huge comfort character for me bc irl shit hasn't been the best for years now #so....very simply put. the kind support he's gotten from the community was a source of joy :)) and i am v grateful

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I love the weapons proficiency mastery....

Thief staff on a lv10 keyfarm dude is funny

#the blossoms ramble

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best place in the world - in Khayyir's biceps (Basir @norn-knot)

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Van Gogh Wild Roses shirt - 10% off code: chandelyer

#NEED #but also #Fu Kua Splitvessel

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Desert Highlands, Crystal Desert

#GLINTS LAIRRRRRRR #mwuah

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Guy's shoulders carrying all the weight of time's past over them.

#OH WONDERFUL #HELLOOOO

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Yknow, for several years, I've pictured Kudu as someone who grieved the death of his respected master Snaff, and his means of coping was to go down a self-destructive path

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Enya facing one her of her "brainworms": The Avatar of Envy. The kryptis are really fun to draw. Especially since they are so complex yet perfect for my way of texturing.

Artwork sponsored by ArenaNet

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Does anyone ever think about how much Kormir changed from human to goddess. Here is a woman who fiercely loved and was beloved by her people in turn. Here is someone who chafed at inaction and led a rebellion.

Then you look at the goddess. You look at her silence. Her 'benevolent isolation'. You look at her abandoning both her people and the world that birthed her. Even the wizards in their floating tower didn't leave despite their ancient knowledge because they had a job to do and they did it for hundreds of years.

Did the other gods look at the Commander and think they would fail, and that the Six would be eaten?

Did Kormir look at the Commander and see an echo of her old self, and believe they would succeed? Where would be her place in that new world?

Man, that fucks me up.

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Hello! 9, 10, 11 for the Inquest asks? ~ @mistreaders-requiem

9: What are/were their long-term goals in regards to being a part of the Inquest? Becoming an Overseer? Performing an otherwise banned experiment? Or just surviving?

Nypr's goals before becoming head of public relations were, in no order, to invent the perfect golem minion (to replace their useless twin sister) or to perfect a grenade kit that knocks out enemies so they can be retrieved as "volunteer test subjects".

10: What do they do outside of work?

Sleep their way through their coworkers, keep up to date on new research coming out of the ratas, work on their mead brewing. You know, normal hobbies.

11: What would they be doing if they had never joined?

Likely be on the run, since their parents are both Inquest and are also extremely loyal. Nypr is thankfully not that stupid (in their mind).

#yw! also ooh! #i respect those totes normal hobbies. would love a drink

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It is only now I'm finding out that the Crown Pavilion wasn't always there in Divinity's Reach, there was just a massive hole called The Great Collapse. Crown Pavilion was built over it in 1326 AE.

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brain stuck in icebrood saga. scraped out enough time for a broody little glyndwr reflection

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Hello! 5 / 6 / 9 from the Inquest Asks, if you'd like? ~ @mistreaders-requiem

Inquest ask game! Many thanks for the ask, @mistreaders-requiem!💜

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I will do this response for all three of my rattos: Ardjin, Zyffre (ex-Inquest) and Raennyn

5) How do they feel about the morally questionable goings-on in the Inquest?

Ardjin is fine with morally questionable on-goings, so long as he gets his desired results. Being the Head Director of Bio-genetic Weapons Engineering, and having invested interest in splicing creatures (mainly dragon minions with humanoid subjects) into potential weapons, he can't and won't afford to be sympathetic for his subjects.

Zyffre was kinda on the same track as Ardjin, except Zyffre was not okay with the sudden influx of subjects in the Crucible of Eternity. He particularly couldn't stomach the ruthless and agonizing methods of force-corrupting captives into dragon minions. Overall, Zyffre doesn't have strong negative opinions of the Inquest, but he did take issue to the cruelty inflicted upon the other races for science.

Raennyn was raised as an Inquest test subject and a living weapon. He doesn't question what the Inquest does. Rae started to develop a personality after he was freed from Ardjin's facility thanks to the Thuamanova Reactor incident. However, he doesn't have a strong moral compass and he just goes with the flow.

6) What would they be doing if they had never joined?

I've answered this for both Ardjin and Raennyn, but to summarize: Ardjin would still be an upstanding citizen of Rata Sum and still be in the Arcane Council while working with his sister on the Fractals of the Mists. Rae didn't have a choice in the matter, but if he hadn't been place in Inquest hands, he would've been into robotics and golemancy, and likely going into battlebot competitions with his creations.

Zyffre would still be studying Elder Dragon energies but with the Priory, and without the influence of the Inquest. And without the trauma of witnessing The Horrors at the Crucible of Eternity. He'd also wouldn't have met Kuda and have a kid with her if he wasn't recruited into the Inquest.

9) Current Inquest agents: Their least favorite aspect of their job. Former agents: Parts they miss.

Ardjin hates doing any sort of paperwork. That is his least favorite aspect of his job. It's a good thing he has a highly competent and trusted secretary to do his paperwork for him.

Zyffre, being ex-Inquest, does miss the available tech and the extension research on the dragons the Inquest offered for him. He also misses his girlfriend Kuda and his daughter Ruxia. A lot.

Rae's least favorite part of his job is his quarterly deep maintenance. His handlers treated him like expensive property. Pretty much had to open him up to keep his heart and lung augmentations working properly.

#ooh thanks! #🤲 does this to all of em esp Rae

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Hello! 1 & 2 from the Inquest asks, if you'd like! ~ @mistreaders-requiem

What is their title and what are their responsibilities?

Enforcer! Basically the hired muscle to deal with people who don't pay on time/don't do their task, or run away/steal from the Inquest. Not the best person you want to meet on official business especially if you are on the opposite side.

2. How well do they get along with their coworkers and superiors?

Hmmmmmm surprisingly well. Outside the job, Xu'Er is actually a chill guy who has his own quirky fascinations for technology and racing. a fun person to be around when it comes to betting on speed and sharing a drink after work. Though he doesn't like superiors v much

Thank you @mistreaders-requiem !!!

#Xu'er sounds so chill #racing would be so fun! #thank u as well :)

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Merely the beginning of my revenge!! My first trial run @moth-tea-merchant's Largos Gilf, Zafira uwu <3. She's so beautiful and badass and cool and we love to see older women who are terrifying and can kill!!!! I love her monstrous form and had to take a crack at it :3

#SCREAMING #SOOO GOOD