#gw2 pact commander

[i-mybrunettelady]

saw this on the ff//xiv side of tumblr, thought i'd spread here! a small poll

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 community #gw2 pact commander #pact commander #gw2 oc #polls

[mirage-of-the-virtuoso]

Y'know what? Maybe I'm crazy for this, but I am curious if others had similar things with their characters.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 pact commander #pact commander #polls #for Chrysallus he has always felt drawn to the dragons. but he has never wanted to kill them-- #--but others based his wyld hunt on Caithe's; who believes her's to be killing Zhaitan #Chrys wants to; in some way; coexist with the dragons. but given the circumstances was an impossible task #up until Aurene; that is. then; he finds a dragon that basically shares his purpose. #before Aurene; he wondered if he was meant to be Mordremoth's champion. but resisted because he doesn't want to be-- #--a pawn used to destroy the world #he is a pacifist and a kind-hearted sylvari. he wants to help; to understand; to be the support misunderstood souls needed-- #--when they have been forsaken by others. he can't do that as a corrupted dragon minion #sorry i am rambling. please share your stories!! OwO

[neverloseguy]

What do you think about the idea of the Commander dying for real the in story? I know the game mechanic makes it unlikely that it will happen, but would y’all be able to come to terms with the idea of seeing your character’s end (if you like to treat your character as the Commander that is)?

#gw2 #gw2 story #gw2 pact commander #gw2 the commander #the pact commander

[nurllius]

Live, laugh, love Aahrtur (and Achilles)

Also I headcanon the fern hounds having different breeds like normal dogs do. So here Aahrtur awoke with Achilles who is inspired by the polish tatra sheepdog.

#I’m still figuring out painting fur and whatnot #but alas #my boys #gw2 #guildwars2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 art #sylvari #the pact commander #oc: aahrtur

[clearlitebergaming]

we have rule to not let my thief talks too much in map chat

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #pact commander #(s) #my art #in case anyone ask; yeah my thief is power build *wink* #sukma adhikara #sulestari #clearlite berdrawing

[nullvoidface]

Laser focus

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 fanart #pact commander #corvus blightstep #rytlock brimstone

[awerzo]

Moyra is currently on my mind 24/7. I love this horribly unqualified woman

+screens of her current outfit under the cut

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #oc: moyra #art tag #making a canon pact commander character was the best choice ive made in a while #im enjoying myself so much #100

[mizunosuzuka]

I’ve been feeling some type of way the past few weeks, and have been playing a lot of GW2 to cope

here’s my salad

#Eileria Cloud #Mesmer #Sylvari #GW2 #Guild Wars 2 #Pact Commander

[priorycompass]

wanted to doodle some gorls, here’s mihlyes and beladoria!!

#gw2 #sylvari #doodles #mihlyes is a priory explorer working with the pact and bela is my commander <3 #the girls of all time #my toons #art

[i-mybrunettelady]

dis moi qui tu hantes, je te dirai qui tu es

Summary: Peitha is processing things. Alysannyra tries to help, in her own way. Content warnings: mentions and slight descriptions of violence. Spoilers: SoTo (specifically Heitor's Gate)

Nayos is quiet, for once. The sounds of battle died down, and the combatants have settled into an uneasy wait, a calm before the storm. And that is a good thing, Peitha thinks. Troops need time to replenish, to rest. The wounded need time to nurse their injuries before they go to battle again. 

And the living need time to mourn the dead. 

Peitha isn’t entirely certain she’s grieving for Heitor. She doesn’t feel the ashy taste of grief on her tongue. Yet, when she told Arina and Alysannyra she needed time for reflection, she meant it. When she isn’t occupied with helping her army, Peitha is deep in thought, away from the people around her, taller and bigger than most. She almost feels like a pillar to them, and she knows she is, but the thought of it makes something in her chest tighten. 

What a strange concept. 

On one such day of calm, Peitha retires earlier than she usually does and goes to a little corner of the camp. There, she watches the fogs of Nayos dim the blues and the reds around her. A part of her wonders if the sight of Heitor’s mangled body would have been any different if it was hugged by this tender fog. The Wayfinder - nay, the Commander - is a fearsome enemy. She roared and tore through her cousin’s flesh, unrelenting. Her fingers moved in practiced motions to carve out weapons and chains of light, and not once did she stop to take a breath for more than a moment before she was back into the fray, with the same deadly strength. 

Yet, Alysannyra felt no joy when she walked away from Heitor’s corpse. She was emotionless, but Peitha knows that she wasn’t indifferent. I don’t take pleasure in death, she said later. I’m sorry for having to kill your cousin. 

Peitha told her she wasn’t in mourning. Yet, her thoughts turn to Heitor often, and she begins to wonder if she was being truthful. 

A bat of giant wings tears her from her thoughts. Peitha slowly raises her head up to see the round head of Alysannyra’s skyscale, Maurizia, peek from the edge of a tree. There’s a loud thud of steps as the Commander herself jumps down, freshly returned from her aerial patrol. She says something to her skyscale and the beast makes a happy, satisfied noise. 

“It’s hardly fair to leave all the duties of running this to Arina, Peitha,” Alysannyra says and Peitha hums. A moment too late, she realizes she was joking. 

“She is more than capable, Commander,” Peitha counters, trying to keep an even voice. Alysannyra laughs and steps out into the clearing. 

“You of all people here should know I’m something of a little shit, Peitha,” she says, amused. Peitha stares at her. “Staring isn’t going to deter me either. Stare at me all you like. I am, after all, the most beautiful of all out here.” 

“Be that as it may, Commander–” Peitha says and looks her over. The simplicity of her practical clothes does not take away from the attraction. If anything, it only makes the golden richness of her brown hair stand out against the dim nayosian sun, and she fits perfectly in the paleness of the horizon. “How has your patrol been?” 

Alysannyra squints. “I am a married woman, Peitha.” 

Peitha laughs. “I would be delighted to meet that husband of yours one day. But I am asking about your actual patrol. No ill tidings, I presume, given your.. rather cheerful disposition?” 

“None whatsoever. Eparch seems to be pissing his pants. Or buying time, which is more likely.” Alysannyra’s face grows dark. “He’d do well to be terrified by this point.” 

What an ally I’d found, Peitha thinks. “Heitor was weak,” she says. There’s that strange feeling again in her chest. “Cerus, less so. But Eparch is not.” 

“He too will end up like Heitor and Cerus,” Alysannyra says. “Are you having second thoughts?” She presses her fingers in a fist and takes a deep breath. 

“Me? No. I did not mean to tease your pride so.” 

“I think you did. But that is besides the point.” She releases her fist. “The patrol was uneventful. The only real threat to us right now is this fog, but that’s Nayos, and not much else.” She tilts her head. “Were you thinking of Heitor again?” 

Peitha pauses. “I have,” she says after a moment. “There is a reality where she joins us. There’s a reality in which you didn’t cleave her in half. But that reality is not this one.” 

“There’s also a reality in which I’m still insufferably proud and nineteen. There’s a reality in which I didn’t have to kill my husband. There’s a reality in which my daughter didn’t die and there’s a reality in which I am dead.” Alysannyra’s voice is resolute, strong, akin to a mountain. Her feet make strong steps on the blue grass beneath, and she’s looking at Peitha with her muted, purple eyes. “There is also a reality in which I am alive, both my husband and daughter are alive, and that so happens to be the reality in which Heitor made the wrong choice and died for it. That is also a reality where Irja is dead.” 

“I have been in your shoes, Peitha,” she then adds, quietly, but with no less resolve. “Believe me, I am every time I step before an army and become its face. I think of Irja, Ramses, Arina, and of every other face under my command. That is entirely normal. That means you are not like Eparch.” A pause. “That means you didn’t make the wrong choice, like Heitor.” 

Peitha nods. She knows she would have been Alysannyra’s target too if circumstances were different. That knowledge fills her with relief - that she is not - and also with an odd kind of understanding. Was she herself not digging through Alysannyra’s mind not that long ago? 

“Do you think I would have died, had I made the wrong choice?” Peitha asks. The light breeze carries Alysannyra’s hair to and fro, plays with the ends of her cape, and they stay in a silence that’s as vast as the clearing around them. 

“No,” the Commander says after a while. “Instead, I think it would haunt you. Sometimes, that’s a fate worse than death.”

Does Heitor’s death haunt her? There’s a reality in which Heitor made the right choice. There’s a reality in which Irja is alive, safe in their camp. She looks at Alysannyra once more. She has seen what haunts her. Peitha’s chest aches, and aches, and aches. 

“The right choices sometimes don’t feel good either,” Alysannyra adds, and then, conspiratorially, “I wouldn’t change a fucking thing about my life, actually. But I’m not right in the head. I don’t know what Kryptis consider right in the head, but maybe you aren’t either. And my best advice is to accept that, and to find as much peace in it as you can.” 

What peace? Since when has Alysannyra Ainsaf, the Commander, the Champion, the Wayfinder, the hero, the legend, ever been at peace? Peitha takes a deep breath. 

Does the same fate await her, too? 

“You are a curious creature, Alysannyra,” Peitha says at last. 

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t more helpful. But I don’t think you’d make much use of empty consolations. We are too similar for that, you and I.” 

Oh, you have been most helpful. Peitha blinks. “I need reflection, Commander.”

Alysannyra calls to her skyscale. The beast trots over happily and nuzzles her mistress’ arm. Alysannyra pets Maurizia’s snout for the effort. As she passes by, Peitha feels a hand on her shoulder. 

“I’ll take care of the camp,” she says and squeezes. Peitha doesn’t say anything and simply continues to sit on the ground, claws buried in grass. Wordlessly, Alysannyra’s gone, and before long, Peitha hears the greetings of welcome and barks of orders in the camp, and turns to look. 

Does the same fate await her, too? She needs some very, very deep reflection. 

#gw2 #inspo birb has come to town #soto spoilers #gw2 writing #alysannyra #peitha #gw2 commander #gw2 pact commander #guild wars 2 #gw2 soto #secrets of the obscure #HEHEHEHHEHEHHHEHEHHE I AM BACCC HAVE SOME NYRA AND PEITHA #OH HAVE SOME SPICII NYRA AND PEITHA #spicii in an emotional sense lmao they're not together nor do they have romantic feelings for one another #i love how similar they are #and how they can understand each other #hence. well. all this

[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.

#catmander chrysallus #au!chrysallus #or maybe it can get folded into the actual canon...? 👀 #ramblings of chrysallus #chrys is NEVER gonna beat back the catboy allegations #what better way than to make him an actual catboy #still thinking about it tho #sylvari commander #gw2 pact commander #chrys writes #my ocs

[thornethenorn]

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 commander #guildwars2 #gw2 oc #guild wars #pact commander #norn #charr #sylvari #asura #gorrik #taimi #braham eirsson #rox gw2 #rytlock brimstone #battery acid spaghetti

[milkratz]

Commander who’s presence is just. world stopping.

And it’s weird, because they can walk into a room totally unnoticed. Their armor glows and gleams, and who knows, maybe their glider is like a chandelier, or they have their mount beside them, but no one notices them. Not unless the Commander want’s them to. 

It’s like a switch. The Commander stands just a little straighter, holds their head just a bit higher, and just let’s some of their pure essence begin to leak out. And the change is instant.

Eyes dart to them, some startled and threatened, other’s completely taken aback. And then it happens; People stand up taller, eyes get sharper, nasty grins and people are ready to face whatever is thrown their way.

But sometimes, that little bit isn’t enough. People forget themselves around the Commander; A lapdog, a barbarian, a villain disguised as a hero. And the Commander makes them remember. A head tilt, and then it all just pours out. Power. This is the person who slew dragons, who killed a God and stared down a dragon as the God imploded. They chose good; They can always change their mind. 

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #the commander #pact commander #god i just love the very Concept of the commander #cryptid and intense as fuck

[redwoodrroad]

bye bye birdie

#see you soon :') #guild wars 2 #gw2 art #aurene #pact commander #redwoods art #eridunis tag

[clearlitebergaming]

edited: add picture for sweetener!

hey tumblr, i have sudden random thought

between Pact Commander and Warrior of Light, WoL has much stronger mental fortitude.

only because WoL have amazing support system. WoL's immediate circle support them fully, has expressed so clearly, has acted thus. In each expansion, there will always moments where NPC (be it from scions, other NPC, or even random NPC) shares heart-to-heart moments with WoL. share their feelings, hear their thoughts. Your friends is there for you, even your enemies believes in you, even the star Herself will catch your tears. The bonds WoL forged between lives they encounter in their journey made them strong, strong enough to stand in the face of Universal Despair.

Commander... not so much. It was battle after battle. when the smokes clear, everyone disperse to do whatever on their own. It seems like they gave away a bit of themselves until theres nothing left. The only friend commander has that 100% trusted and support them is killed and the narrative never allow cmdr grief for him. they dont know when will they ran out of their 'it is what it is' and what will they do when that time came. They cant stop, if they stop, the despair will catch up to them. They have to keep running.

you know,

make WoL Commander's friend. I really wanna see WoL comforts Commander. WoL has aura that made people around them open up their hearts, so maybe this time we can start to heal cmdr's heart for real wwww

#gw2 #ffxiv #WoL #pact commander #rambles #im not saying WoL's friends has nothing to do but following them around #they have their own things #but they will gladly drop everything when their dear friends #is in need of help #the fact that i cant even talk about trahearne's (cmdr's best friend) death to anyone #makes me sad #“but knight of thorn”-- u said; it was quest for getting sword #not about trahearne

[wilsons-journey]

Vivid Stare

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The Others: The Red Devil // Lush Sunshine // Calm Blue // Bright Hope

#gw2 #guildwars2 #guild wars 2 #charr #myArt #deus #and there we have vales husband #and pact commander #Deus from his serious side #he is actually a big cute goodball #that was a fun series ♥ #had a lot of fun drawing these #and I learned a lot