#as well as slei and draw

[commander-gloryforge]

idk how to say this without sounding silly but gw2 has helped my mental health so much. like in my early/mid teens it was escapism for me when the world started to become unlivable, and now in my 20s its a push into confidence and self esteem.

i cant just blame it on gw2, i know that ive done massive steps into healing and becoming human all by myself these past two years, but i cant help but notice how much especially trying out endgame has helped me to not underestimate myself anymore.

when i started playing (and raids didnt even exist back then) i had already told myself that id never even bother to try craft a legendary. id never go into pvp or wvw, i would never be able to complete world exploration. thats all too hard.

raids came out and i knew id never try one because im simply not good enough, and i dont have the friends to try them with. and im sure as fuck not going into lfg. same with strikes. just another type of content i wont be able to play.

then came this community and friends and guilds and people that were willing to take people like me and just give them a gentle nudge. a space where i dont have to be afraid of underperforming. where a wipe isnt a loss but a "ouch oops lets try again!". and once you have people willing to ease you into it, suddenly that one thing you were scared of isnt all that scary anymore.

turns out i can do strikes with my friends! we die a bunch of times and have fun! and then it turned out i can do an easy raid boss, and i can finish the rest of the wing while im at it.

maybe this game isnt that hard. maybe i dont suck at this as much as i thought.

in the past half year ive made three legendaries. thats three more than in the last 9 years ive been playing this game. turns out it isnt that hard, i just didnt bother trying look into what i actually need to do, i didnt bother trying making it easier for me, i didnt bother to just try.

and this isnt just about making a cool weapon or beating a boss in a game, in the end this is about having the confidence to try something. about seeing a task that seems hard, but going into it anyways, just to see if maybe it isnt that hard. and if it is that hard? i can ask for help. there are friends that are willing to help. there are strangers that are willing to help. and if nothing helps, at least i tried.

i forgot where i was gonna go with this. anyways. thanks guil war two for 9 years of therapy

#and also big shoutout and thanks to char and cc #as well as slei and draw #you were the first to guide me into end content and now look at me going “yea lets do w4 i love w4 :3” #dios wisdom #this is long and rambly but fuck i love gw2 i love its community i love the person im becoming #long post

[sleidog]

[A leaflet catches your eye in passing, upon approaching it, it pictures the Commander and several others, it also reads;] Hello and welcome all! Dragon's Watch is running a recruitment drive! With the defeat of Mordremoth we're looking to bolster our forces. We have roles for everyone, from field workers who like to live on the dangerous side to logistics lovers who want to deal with our supply and transport. If you're interested in joining the Commander to fight back against the biggest threats to tyria, come along to gilded hollow! further info on the reverse.

[Hi there! [DraW] is hosting their first open event to the public on the 30th of march at 9pm GMT, or 3 hours before reset. This is happening on NA only] The premise of this event is a recruitment drive for Dragon's Watch, the canon guild as of LWS3. It should be fun and everyone is welcome to attend, although you may also use this event as a way to, in character, join our guild, regardless of if you have slots for a new guild! we only ask that if you DO join, to please also join the discord to be notified of future events within this story line, which will be ongoing! If you have no interest in joining or do not join discord, that's also absolutely fine. this particular event will be open to all, regardless of your stance on joining a new guild/discord outside of your own character's wishes to show up. If you'd like to attend this event, there is a short list of things first;

Fights are NOT allowed in any way, breaking out into an IC [or OOC somehow] fight will have your character removed from the event.

Demonstrations of a characters abilities however, are fine, just don't target the other characters with them! write in a target dummy or similar.

I will be using Slei as a 'stand in' visual for the Commander, the Commander is simply a neutral entity in this universe, so they/them and 'The Commander' are absolutely fine!

Plain clothes are HIGHLY encouraged! this string of RPs and active story will be seeing, essentially, normal tyrians, doing their thing to help out. This isn't the place to bring flashy winged outfits and infusions, keep it simple!

At the end of the event I will put out a squad message to DM me directly if you have OOC interest to join the guild as well! thank you to @dotmander for the screenshot!

#gw2 #gw2 RP #[DraW] guild

[little-leaf-man]

A Draw Your Character Here! Hoping to make a couple more for Mozzerela and Ioxxi as well! For now, feel free to draw in your character next to my oh so happy Hosea Slei. Maybe they’re talking at him. Maybe they’re both ignoring each other. Who knows.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #hosea slei #my art #kit art #cannae be arsed to figure out a file I’ll look into that kind of shit next week when I have the chance #but for now #pls pls draw your character next to mine pls pls #it may not be a lot to go off BUT literally they can be doing whatever #within reason ofc #also forgive me for any mistake since this is like. first ych template or whatever

[chaosmultiverse]

For Christmas, Doomsday presents Stanley with a bouquet of handmade glass flowers - yellow roses, like the ones she gave him when they first met.

"Made them with my own hands, hehehe, not so hard to do when you can manipulate fire," she snickers.

@the-haunted-office

Stanley looks at the gift with stars in his eyes, it was a very strikingly well thought out gift, he would treasure them.

"I love this, thank you so much! I made you something too thorugh it is hardly as impressive." Stanley signs, hands a little jaggery with excitement from the gift, he then hands her a card he made, he could have possibly asked for help getting a item but he wanted to make something for her and right now his creative skills were a little limited.

It was hand drawn, on the front was a rough drawing of Doomsday herself, she seemed to be in a scene from How The Grnich Stole Christmas with the sley full of taken presents, in the place of Max was a even cruder drawing of Stanley himself, in the reindeer costume Max wears in the story

Inside the card was another drawing, this one also of Doomsday and this time burning down a Christmas Tree farm it appeared and on the other side was a note in Stanley's hand writing

"Merry Christmas, I have really been enjoying my time with you and I look forward to a new year with you, hope you get everything you want this year -Stanley [Inset Last Name Here]"

#The-Haunted-Office #Sometimes The Only Way Out Is As A Carcass; Stanley & Doomsday ☆The-Haunted-Office☆ #Stanley ☆Main Verse☆ #Stanley ☆IC☆ #Yes he wrote the insert last name here thing #Christmas

[sparkbeast20]

The Pain of Love (Lucifer X MC)

The Blue Lotus petals

As a fan of Beauty and the Beast, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I'll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them. (tell me if you want tag)

Warning: Before and after Sex but no depiction of sex sorry I don't know how to write smut, The other six kinda being torture

“Yeah, I do hear the eerie voices in this one” you were laying in the couch in Lucifer’s study, while listening to one of his curse records.

“Just make sure you don’t listen to the end, you might get nightmares, we don’t need two insomniacs in our bed.” All the while Lucifer is doing some early paper work before breakfast. You just came along with him, because you couldn’t go back to sleep.

“We wouldn’t even have one, if a certain demon learns to sleep within 8 hours” he chuckles at your poor attempt of a sley comment.

“I’ll take full advantage of this morning, since we don’t class today, that way we have the entire afternoon together”

“Promise!”

“I Promise, now cut the record, the end is approaching”

You lifted the nailed, the you sat up and stretch your arms before standing up and walk over to Lucifer, you wrap your arms around is shoulders, lean forward and kiss the top of his head. He hums at your presents.

You move down and whisper in his ear. “You want some coffee, Lucifer” you pulled away to meet his sight, he nods with a smirk on his face, then you let go and start walking up the stairs. As you about to turn the knob, he calls to you.

“Y/n, as of today no more, blue lotus petals in my coffee for now on.”

“Okay, anything else?”

“Just make sure it’s bitter, okay love” with that you gave him a playful smile and left.

“Oh sweet, yer making coffee, mind make me one too” Mammon just steps in the kitchen, happy to smell coffee in the air.

“You can have mine, I really only made for me and Lucifer” you tell him that, while waiting for the coffee to get ready.

“So, his up all ready what’s he doing now.” Mammon asks while his digging through the cabins for something.

“Finishing some bills, this month’s plan actives for RAD, and the house budgets” you answer as you pour the two mugs with coffee.

“Should I start running now or pray that none of those bills are mine”

“Just wait in an hour to see” you smile at him, you fully know that he needs to hide now, as you pass him the mug of coffee. He took it with uncertain look on his face and drop two blue petals in his coffee.

“Hey, you forgot these” you’re at the doorway, when you turn around with coffee in hand to see Mammon holding up the blue lotus petals.

“Lucifer said no more petals in his coffee”

“What!”

“Something wrong?” after a moment Mammon shake his head, tells you it’s nothing, you shrug your shoulder and walk back to Lucifer.

“Oh… Y/n, be a doll and untie us” Asmo calls to make you to look up into the ceiling to see Mammon, Levi, Satan with cloth in his mouth, Asmo, and Belphie who also have a cloth in his mouth, Strang up by their legs.

“Let me guess, one could stop ordering online, the two of you try to sneak out late in a school night, and the last two pull something that piss of the eldest” you said nonchalantly, causing Satan to violently flail, Mammon and Levi crying.

Asmo tries to fix his head to look at you properly, bashing his eye lash to soften up to you “Oh come on, you know us this is what we are, haven’t you notice that Lucifer has been a little~”

“Strict lately” you finish what he was about to say, Asmo pouts with his lower lip stick out and look at you with sad puppy eyes begging you to untie them.

In your mind, you want to untie them but remembering what Lucifer said “don’t cave to them, understand” cause you to hesitate. When all of the sudden the door slam open, causing you to turn around to see Lucifer in his demon form, dragging a tie up Beel, the latter which is sobbing.

Hearing his twin sobbing wakes up Belphie who start to flail around like Satan.

You don’t why, but you started to turn redder, you can feel the heat rushing through your face. Maybe Seeing Lucifer dragging Beel with one arm and dominant look on his face makes you want to hold him tight and cuddle into his chest.

While you just standing there awestruck, Lucifer manage to Strang up Beel next to Belphie.

“Oi Y/n, tell Lucifer that is gone too far” Mammon calls out to you

“Y-yeah, out of any of us Beel does have to Strang like this” Levi adds to Mammon call, while Belphie mummer through the cloth to grab your attention.

“Enough, Beelzebub is only going Strang up for 2 hours. For empty the fridge 2 days straight and all of you just have to wait 6 more hours depending on who has the least offense” Lucifer tells his brothers with a booming voice, then all of them started to yell, cry, and/or mummer at him.

He was about to yell, when all of the sudden you hug him and bury you face into chest, seeing your action shock the brothers.

Without looking away from his brothers, place one arm on your back drawing you closer. You look up at his face with your eyes of filled with lust and your face with red through your cheek.

He looks down, a smile creep up on his face, he cups your face drawing it closer to his.

Then you pouch kissing him like untamed animal, wrapping your arms around his neck not letting him pull away, as his arms rub around your back, one hand on your shoulder while the other one is on your waist.

Seeing you two practically eating each, the brothers watch in horror, Mammon and Levi are screaming in agony, Satan and Belphie try to look away but couldn’t, and Asmo and Beel are mortifed.

Hearing his brothers in pain, cause Lucifer to growl aggressively in pleasure, then he sweeps you off your feet while you two are still kissing taking you somewhere private, as you two slowly walk away to savior the screams, you slowly pull-out foldable knife that Mammon gave to you from your pocket and throw it at Beel, seeing the knife Beel swing forward and catch the knife with his teeth, and hums in happiness for catching it, then Lucifer slam the door closes.

“I’m hungry” Beel sitting in the dinning room groaning in pain, with the rest of the brothers still recover from Lucifer’s punishment.

Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Asmo rub their neck, arms and legs to less the street on them, while Belphie is collapse on the table awake.

“S-so which one of us want to asks Lucifer M-money for dinner” Levi asks around to who’s brave enough to go Lucifer’s room and asks him.

“Are you mad! I would rather use my own money, then going to that monster right now” Mammon yell at Levi, for suggesting that.

“I want to pull out my eyes and burn them” Satan talk to himself, trying to forget what he had to watch helpless.

Then foot steps can be heard, causing the brothers stiff in place except for Levi who hide under the table.

Not even at the doorway you start talking to them “So Lucifer asks me to give you money for take-out, and tell all of you that we’ll be skipping dinner too”

Asmo back to his cheerful self, wanting to know what drove you into acting like him ask while waiting for you to come inside the room, both hands under his chin and elbows rest on the table with his eyes gleefully close.

“Oh, are you and my big brother done~” before he could finish his question, he turns to the doorway and open his eyes to see you.

His eyes widen as he let out shock gasp, causing the rest to look up and did the same thing.

You were barely standing wearing Lucifer’s robe and nothing else, dark hand grips around both of your wrists, your almost expose chest is covered in hickeys, bite marks and three visible claw marks. And your messy hair is covered your face.

With a goofy smile, you slowly walk over to the table and place half stack of grimms on it, then slowly walk out the room leave the brothers stunned.

After a few minutes of complete silent, Mammon remembering something, cause him to yelp to himself, knowing fully well that there are royal screwed for the coming weeks.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me Belphegor #obey me reader x lucifer #obey me monster love

[fullmoonfireball]

anyways I felt self indulgent so I decided to take one of the poses from this post ‘n’ draw. well. this. 

Luisley is good and this could obviously never happen in canon, but I do feel like interaction between these two would be Very Interesting, esp if Peas recognizes Mr. L’s face, like,,

so please at least consider what L-sley would hypothetically be like with me bc i think it’d be a fascinating mess

#Vesper's Art #Prince Peasley #Mr. L #Luisley #i guess #L-sley #??? i feel hesitant to make that a tag but..... im doing it

[wardennews]

IronStrange Bingo 2019 - Whump

Alternative Title: Battle Scars

Rated - T

The doors to the Medical Wing slammed open with a resounding ‘thud’ as James and Minowa burst through them carrying Stephen and Tony respectively. The unconscious duo was gently set down on a bed together, and the assassin pulled his lover into his arms as Bridget surged into movement, slinging Restoration spells left and right. “What happened?” The mage barked in an authoritative tone as the rest of the team came through the doors as well.

Aria hissed as her husbands helped her sit in a nearby chair, propping her ankle up on another. “The guy we were fighting-- The Controller-- he hit them with some kind of magical mumbo jumbo, dunno what it was supposed to do-- don’t even think about it, Bridget Ivorsen!” She snapped in a loud, sharp voice as the woman moved to approach her at the sight of her swollen ankle and foot. “My foot will keep, but if you don’t concentrate your full effort on figuring out how to wake them up, I will pop a cap in your knee!” Her husbands quickly hushed and comforted her as the blond got back to work, Ulysses moving to rub and massage her shoulders as Craig retrieved an ice pack.

A soft whistle escaped Dorian as he passed his husband a low-grade pain reliever potion for the abrasion down his arm. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Aria threaten to shoot any of us before! Must be the pain talking.”

“Or the worry,” Zevrael added as he knocked the potion back, a sigh of relief escaping him as the scrape healed completely within the course of several seconds.

Logan approached them all at that moment, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Just got off the phone with Lokes. He needs to let Laura know what’s going on, but he’ll be over as soon as possible. Also told Wade what’s happening, he’ll pull Rem, Pete, Slei, and Jör aside to talk to them and reassure them. Holly thinks it would be best to not let the younger kids know quite yet.”

A sudden cry of “Antonio!!” drew everyone’s attention, Emma flying into the room with a distraught look on her face. “Is he alright??”

Bruce approached the beds with two IV bags, a grim look on his face and a flicker of green in his eyes. “Tony and Stephen got hit by some kind of spell-- we don’t know what kind, and we’re not sure what the effect was. They’ve both been knocked unconscious, though, we can’t seem to get through to them.”

“Let me try! My telepathy-- I might be able to reach him!”

“Don’t.” The sudden thundering voice stopped everyone in their tracks as they turned to stare at James. The assassin slowly released Alduin, who turned to face the brunette woman with a stern look in his black and crimson eyes. “We have no idea as to the nature of the spell he used-- if it is affecting them both in the same way simultaneously, there is a chance you could be sucked into the influence as well. Zeymahu would send us to the Soul Cairn if we allowed any harm to come to you.” Icy-blue eyes filled with tears, even as the woman nodded her agreement.

After a moment, several voices called in unison, “Uncle Al?” The Stepford Cuckoos crept forward from where they’d slunk in through the door, standing behind their mother and looking up at the male. “Uncle Tony and Uncle Stephen are going to be okay, right?”

The dovah blinked for a moment at the title the girls had given him before a deep, rumbling sigh escaped him, and he gestured the blonds forward. Once they were close enough, he hugged each one individually, kissing their foreheads in a comforting gesture. “Rest assured, Diibriinahkine, we will do everything in our power to make sure they come back to us. I would ask that you follow the same instructions I just gave your mother, however. I will not risk your health and safety in an effort to bring them back.” The Cuckoos sniffed and nodded, gathering around the male to huddle against him. Slit-pupiled eyes raised to Emma, who was still tearful but now smiling with gratitude towards him. Alduin gestured her towards them as well, and the brunette joined in on the group hug without hesitation.

Bridget shot them a smile before the sound of Loki’s voice drew her eyes to the side. “Alright, what’s going on?” The ebony-haired god rolled up the sleeves of his emerald green turtleneck in preparation. After receiving a quick overview of the situation, Loki began casting spells of his own, and after a few minutes, he hissed with a small flinch. “I’ve identified the spell, but the implications…” He pulled his magic away, running his fingers through his own hair. “It’s mental magic, meant to take two people closely connected to each other in some way and force them to relive the other’s worst memory, or memories if it revolves around multiple.”

A choked noise escaped James, who closed his eyes at the news. “Bozhe moy, after what they both have been through? How do you even pick?? I would imagine Stephen’s would involve his car accident... ”

Emma had a hand covering her mouth, a look of utter horror and fear on her face. “I was there for Antonio after certain things-- Afghanistan, Stane, Whiplash, AIM… New York… Ultron…” She closed her eyes, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as Alduin took the chance to pull her close to comfort her. “And they have to relive it…? God help them and keep them both strong.”

The group all looked at each other, grim expressions on their faces. They all knew there would be a fallout of absolutely massive proportions from this event… but none of them were looking forward to finding out exactly how deep the hurt ran in the soulmates.

---

The entire group was quiet as cups of tea and coffee were passed around in the early hours of the next morning. Most of them had gotten no sleep, Aria only getting a few hours for the sake of letting the skele-gro do its’ work on her fractured ankle without causing her more discomfort. The mood in the room was somber, everyone glancing over towards the bed with Stephen and Tony intermittently.

Finally, a sharp gasp from Stephen caught everyone’s attention at once. The sorcerer sat up straight in the bed with a look on his face that was anguished and heartbroken in a way they’d never seen. Bridget and Loki shot each other a quick look before slowly approaching him, drawing his tear-filled blue-green eyes to them. “What the fuck was that?” He finally croaked, throat tight and voice cracking.

Bridget swallowed before slowly replying, “You and Tony… you were hit with some kind of magic that forced you to relive Tony’s worst experience… or experiences, depending on what they were.”

To their surprise, Stephen went deathly pale as his eyes snapped to where the genius was still lying prone next to him. “Tell me he isn’t reliving mine!” Getting stunned nods from the duo, he made a horrified, desperate noise before he was repositioning them both in a flurry of movement so they were face-to-face. Before they could ask what he was doing, he pressed his forehead to Tony’s, the Eye of Agamotto around his neck opening and beginning to glow and pulse a bit. The genius’ body suddenly lit up with a brilliant orange glow for a second before it shattered outwards, Tony coming to in the same moment with a cry that chilled the blood of everyone in the room.

Stephen sighed with relief as he pulled Tony into his arms, the brunette man collapsing into him and curling up in a ball as he began to sob uncontrollably. “I know, I know babe, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” The sorcerer choked out with tears of his own rolling down his face as he tried to comfort the distraught man.

“H-He killed you!” Tony wailed in a broken voice, prompting sharp inhales from everyone in the room. His was clinging so tightly to Stephen’s robes that the knuckles of his fingers were white. “He killed you again and again, and you just kept going back, and I couldn’t make it stop, couldn’t save you--!”

“It’s over, love, I’m still here, I’m still alive,” Stephen reassured him, maneuvering them both so Tony’s ear was pressed to his chest right over his heart, hoping the beat would help ground the man he loved so dearly. He ran his fingers through the brown locks under his chin as the genius continued to sob and babble a little, though it was beginning to slow now that he had something else to focus on.

The others in the room looked at each other in complete and utter silence, tears in more than a few eyes. Though none of them were willing to ask, the same question was running around in every single one of their minds:

What had Stephen gone through to warrant a reaction like this?

---

“What memory did you see?”

Stephen looked away from his mug of tea to glance down at Tony, who was curled up in his lap with a mug of his own, whiskey-brown eyes slightly distant as he asked the question. Levi was draped over both of them like a blanket, wrapping around them in a makeshift hug. The sorcerer had sling-ringed them both to their bedroom as soon as the genius was able to express the desire to be alone, and they’d been sitting in quiet for several hours at least. The question was the first he’d spoken in all that time, having been content to simply remain curled up and grounded by the solidity of Stephen’s physical presence. After a moment of quiet, Stephen sighed and put his cup to one side. “Tony, do you know the idea of ‘big T’ traumas versus ‘little t’ traumas?” Getting a negative shake of the genius’ head, he continued. “So, ‘big T’ traumas are distinguished as an extraordinary, unexpected event that leaves the victim feeling helpless, or like they have no control over their life or current situation. That includes things like natural disasters, car accidents, sexual assault, or being in an active combat zone.” He began to run his fingers through Tony’s hair as he continued. “What you went through in Afghanistan, Siberia, Bucharest, the events with Stane, AIM, and whiplash, they would all count. But I didn’t see those.” He pressed a kiss to Tony’s hair. “Instead… I got countless memories of ‘little T’ traumas. I…” He took a deep breath to center himself. “I had to watch Rogers, Maximoff-- your whole team-- berate, belittle, and demean you over and over and over again, and I felt how every time it was like a knife to your gut and another sliver shaved off of your self-esteem.” The sorcerer wrapped his arms around his genius, burying his nose in his hair as he trembled a bit. “Vishanti, what they said and did to you-- don’t you dare believe a word of it, Anthony Edward Stark, you are a brilliant, kind, compassionate man, and you deserve the world! I wish I’d been here back then, I would never have let them say that shit--!”

Tony floated his own mug to the bedside table before turning to bury his face in his soulmate’s shoulder, feeling wetness on the top of his head as tears of frustration and shared pain began falling from Stephen’s eyes. Of all the things for Stephen to have experienced… he hadn’t realized that what the Rogues had said and done had inflicted so much emotional damage to him. Thinking back, though, it made sense. Between his father being an outright abusive asshole, Obadiah building him up for the purpose of using him, being used over and over again… Yep, definitely made sense now. He let Stephen hold him for a while before he pulled away a bit to gently press a kiss to the man’s lips. “I’m not okay… but I will be.” He admitted to his soulmate, whiskey brown eyes filled with tears even as a spark of hope flickered in them.

“I know you will be. You’re so strong, Tony, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Stephen pulled him forward to rest their foreheads together, remaining quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “I don’t need to ask what you saw.”

The hitch in Tony’s breath was audible, especially loud in the relative quiet of the room. “You pulled me out in the middle of it…” His voice cracked towards the end, beginning to tremble as the memory surfaced again. “How many times, Stephen?”

“Tony--”

“How many times did Dormammu kill you, Stephen?”

Absolute silence filled the room for several seconds as whiskey brown bore into blue-green. Finally, the sorcerer swallowed and closed his eyes. “I don’t know the exact number… I stopped counting after 1000,” He whispered.

The genius’ breath caught, agony lancing through his being. “I just saw a few hundred-- He killed you--?!”

Stephen’s eyes snapped to Tony, horror filling his eyes. “You felt that many?! No, baby, you should never have-- Vishanti,” He pulled Tony against his chest again, tears beginning anew in both men, “I was going to tell you eventually, but I never wanted you to experience any of it!”

“--I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t save you--”

Neither man got any sleep that night, the tears not stopping long enough to allow for such.

Neither man was okay in that moment… but deep down, they knew they would be.

#ironstrange #ironstrange bingo #ironstrange haven #fanfic #Warden #hooray for breaking my own heart #whump

[sleidog]

[DraW] accepting new guildies!

hello there! I keep meaning to write this up and have it to hand [DraW] or, Dragon's Watch Society is my guild! it was originally made to be a 'face' for events we host on my discord server [GW2 creatives] however it's about time I outlined the actual purpose of the guild which will be short form RP events! for consistency these will be hosted on NA to keep the general group the same. Access to DLCs and LWS3 and onwards will be needed! read below for info regarding our guild and the general plot we'll be doing

The plot will be from the point that dragon's watch is founded and we'll be actively playing and probably also RPing through those story instances as well [won't be required given the limit on people who can join, but it'll be fun to get to know characters!] We'll be following the guild members who aren't the commander, unless the commander is needed for anything official [speeches, debriefing teams or similar] there'll likely be no name placed to the commander other than 'the commander' and if no one has the confidence to fill that role, or wants a more active role, I'll probably be using Slei as a stand in visual SO; what are we looking for? well, anyone really! though there's going to be a slight emphasis on canon fitting characters. so, your largos or dragon in a human body probably isn't going to be a good fit here, but your regular player race characters are going to be fine! generally super fantastical looking characters with 6 different infusions, wings, horns and halos are also going to be a bit odd in this setting as well; keep the outfits somewhat simple and attainable for average joe citizen, mesmers will get a little bit of leeway on this given the nature of the class! while characters who have a 'heel' nature [antagonistic/driving a negative narrative] are welcome, be aware your character WILL have IC reprecusions, too much disruption/refusing to learn from that will result in them, IC, being removed from the guild, in which case you can choose to leave, or use a different character. so, tl;dr- [DraW] is looking for some solid guildmates that don't disrupt canon too much who're looking for casual story and RP content from the conception of Dragon's Watch! Discord participation is highly recommended since that's where we'll be announcing events and having to individually message people who aren't in the discord is going to be a logistical nightmare. and it shouldn't have to be said, but; members must be 18+ [while theres no adult content in the public RP of the guild, our discord is 18+] and if you participate in LGBTQA+-phobic, racist, antisemitic or otherwise directly hateful and disruptive behavior this is not the space for you either

#DraW guild #tag for updates on DraW i suppose!