#ANYWAY thank you azia

[coldshrugs]

there's your trouble

#azia gposes #io laithe #estinien varlineau #io/estinien #god i should never have done this. i..... #listen i'm from north carolina i was born in the 90s. i shouldn't have put them in the western fits #this was meant to be funny but i'm bi. why did i DO this #sorry about the wild lens flare but i love a lens flare. and the reshade dof sucks out in the big maps. you know how it is #so i leaned into what i had #ANYWAY. thank you gigi for the shirt suggestion for esti mWAH! #this was supposed to be about him only but then io's drg glam is western themed so she got a feature too

[impossible-rat-babies]

wip wednesday ^^ 

i got tagged by @coldshrugs ty dearest friend <3 (sorry for the double tag other friends <3) im gonna tag: @starrypawz, @scionshtola, @fooltofancy, @consulaaris, @lavampira, @hythlodaes and anyone else! no obligation with the tags ever :)

anyway im doing something i told myself i wouldn’t do and that is write fic of possible plausible future eyrie/zenos stuff :wahh: currently bumbling through dialogue hell

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He reaches up and they don’t stop him—not when his fingertips trace the centerline of their chest. Pausing to run along a scab from a bite above their beating heart and their chest swells with a heavy breath in. Their heart calm between their ribs when his hand settles above it.

“Are you satisfied?” He mumbles, voice dulcet—thick with sleep. They nod and open their eyes. Warmth fading and moment lost as his hand drops from their chest to push himself up.

“Then there is naught cause for me to remain.”

He slides from out of the bed and Eyrie shifts, staring as he finds his clothes.

“Why do you do speak to me as a lover spurned?”

“You are satisfied, yes? Then there is no reason to remain here.” Zenos repeats in a low voice as he dresses.

“Satisfied, yes, but confused nonetheless. I would know your mind.”

He pauses before he pulls on his shirt, turning to look down at them. The impassive tilt of his lips betrayed by the scrunch of his brow.

“A year ago you bade me leave the shores of Sharlayan in search of a fitting end for the both of us--one that would see neither of us recover from its devastation. You would not entertain me otherwise. And yet these past months you have stolen away to seek me out for respite and entertainment many a time now. If this is naught for satisfaction…?”

#the premise is that they have been sleeping together on an off again as their paths intersect on the road #i just need to stop being cringe about formatting + just going ham #anyway thank you for the tag azia ;--; #vaguely nsft #there is nothing going on they're just both naked skjdhfkjs #it's implied what happened

[scionshtola]

wip wednesday!

i was tagged by @coldshrugs thank you! <3

i think everyone i would tag has already posted theirs or been tagged 😂but if you see this and want to share consider yourself tagged!

i do not have a lot of shareable stuff atm but here’s a little from the mir/aeran fwb timeline that has taken over my brain. i just started it so it’s a bit rough but i did make myself laugh so

Her gaze is soft and warm, a beam of sunlight through a window, when she meets his eyes. The corners of her lips quirk, and he wants to kiss her just to feel the shape of her smile. He stops himself before he can give in to the feeling, suddenly self-conscious that the gesture might cross a line. He’s not sure what the rules of their arrangement are, unspoken as they are. If there even are any rules. Is he allowed to kiss her whenever he wants, just because he feels like it? Mirren, still half-asleep in his arms, does not offer him any clues.

#did aeran consider that mirren being half asleep in his arms the morning after IS the clue? obviously not #why is formatting on this site impossible adghkl #anyway thank you azia!! #as usual i am kind of embarrassed so. goodbye

[tieflingbi]

hello i am here with some io facts for u 💗

she is a vegetarian, and most of the other scions are good with remembering or ensuring shared meals accommodate her. her diet is 100% just because she doesn't really care for meat; it's not a moral stance (she's a hunter after all), so occasionally when she doesn't have access to foods she likes, she'll begrudgingly make do with whatever's available :c

one of my fave minions for her is the little bandana-wearing snake, caduceus. and the alte roite is one of the mounts i imagine her having in canon. to mesh the two, her little snake friend does indeed shift into a very large, very long dragon when they need to travel :>

io has a really lovely singing voice but is often uncomfortable doing more than humming in front of other folks. bard is her canon job though, so her bard songs are strings of dalmascan folks songs she quietly hums or sings to herself during battle to soothe her anxiety and bolster her resolve. the people around her see her standing a little taller, fighting a little harder, and they start to feel it too (i have more thoughts about this but that's a post-endwalker discussion akldjfs).

please share some oc facts yourself if you feel comfy doing so!! i hope your day gets better 💗💗💗

IO BELOVED!! 🥺🥺💖💖 These facts are so delightful, I love the minion becoming her mount, that is incredibly cute!! I'm always SO excited to hear about how things that are meant to be mostly cosmetic from an in-game standpoint become actually intertwined with a character's canon story, it's so much fun to learn how people get creative with these things imho!! Very much in love with your headcanon yes <3

If I ever make it through Endwalker I also want to hear the rest of those thoughts please 👀

And as for an OC fact, A'myrrhis actually has two younger sisters, Naya and Wren!

Naya is the middle sister, Wren is the youngest with quite a few years between her and the other two and she is also technically their half-sister, but they don't really care about those kind of details.

The three of them were very close, and when Myrri left the forest behind her biggest regret was that she'd probably never see them again because little did she know at that point that they would eventually leave as well! So imagine her surprise when they both show up at The Rising Stones a little post-Shb (at which point Myrri really needed a pick me up so that definitely did the trick).

Naya is a dancer, and since canonically Myrri never touches that job she's the one who joins Troupe Falsiam, which is also how Wren and her found passage to Eorzea in the first place after making it to Thavnair.

Wren starts out as a lancer but always had a curious interest in magitek so she joins Garlond Ironworks pretty quickly and becomes a machinist.

Aaaand... Here they are:

(Did I just spend an hour making this instead of answering the ask like a normal person? Mmmmaaaaybe but they already existed in-game so shhhhhh)

Anyways!!!! Thank you so much Azia!!! Please tell Io I love her and I'm blowing a kiss to her as we speak!!! 💖💖💖💖

#answered #coldshrugs #thank you hearing about your beautiful child definitely cheered me up <3 <3 <3 #i hope you're having a wonderful day!!! #sorry the fact turned into a bunch of paragraphs lmao #a'myrrhis venko

[trvelyans-archive]

okay give me some alexyx zombie apocalypse bestie <3

"Well, this is as good a place to die as any."

Alex frowns at Xyx, who at least has the decency to look ashamed about his joke, before she turns her attention to the jerry can she just snatched off the shelf and shakes it. Nothing. Not even a drop. Not that she expected anything at this point - they've been picking through all the garages and storage rooms in the neighborhood for the past half hour trying to find gas for Xyx's bike, and if there was ever any here to begin with then surely someone else would've taken it by now - but... still. She was hoping.

"We can just walk, doll," he offers, flicking the lid of his cigarette box open. He's been smoking more lately - sometimes she thinks that he's been focusing more on finding cigarettes than he has on finding food. "It's not too far from here to the ocean, and once we're there, we can just walk riiight in. I told you about those cinderblocks I saw a few houses back, right? Just find us some rope and we can -"

"Stop it." She slams the empty can back down on the shelf with enough force that the cigarette drops from Xyx's mouth in surprise. "Stop saying that, Xyx. We're not..."

He glances up at her as she trails off. "We're not what, Alex?" He sounds sad and scornful at the same time.

"We're not dying," she mutters, then turns to face him. "We're not. So stop fucking suggesting it, alright?"

She's tried to be patient with him, but he's been acting like this ever since they lost Cat a few weeks back - making snarky comments about the various ways that they could kill themselves - and all it's doing is making her want to kill him and steal his bike to head to Sydney by herself.

(Well - she doesn't really want to kill him, of course, but it'd be nice to shut him up for a bit. Unfortunately, saying that would make things worse.)

The most annoying thing about it, though, is that she knows, deep down, he doesn't want to die. He doesn't. She knows that because he fights like hell when they come across a group of zombies, because he laughed so hard he cried a few nights ago when they found a porno magazine with faces scribbled over the inappropriate bits. She knows that he doesn't want to die because when they buried Cat in a flower field off the highway and he broke down crying at the end of the two foot plot of dirt, he grabbed the hem of Alex's dirt-stained dress and pressed his forehead to her stomach and said, "Never ever leave me, baby. Never make me dig a grave for you, too." And when she said the same thing back to him, he promised.

She knows he remembers, that he's thinking about it too, because he stares at her for a second before nodding, tucking his cigarette box back into his pocket and standing up from the shelf he had been slouching against. "Right then," he says, "what do you want for dinner, then, doll? I did see a Macca's down the street earlier that we could look through... Maybe -" He wiggles his eyebrows at her until she cracks a smile - "If we're lucky, there might be some fries on the floor of the kitchen that haven't gone moldy yet..."

#oc: alex #pairing: alex x xyx #thank you azia you are officially the bestie. #do fries mold? who knows. does xyx even live near sydney or does he live closer to perth and namedropping sydney makes no sense? #maybe! #but whatever. #ONCE AGAIN NOT GOING IN THE TAG. I'M SHY. #anyway it's about love it's about the little moments when life gets hard it's about ummm ermmm something something #my writing #my ocs

[not-sewell]

41 for nate and mona?? 👀

ahhh so sorry for the delay, i've been having a pretty "spare creative juice, ma'am" @ myself time lately sjfhsjk.

anyway, thank you for the ask, Azia! ❤️

41. sitting close and knees touching: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Mona Batra)

taken from this prompt list!

[find this on AO3 too!]

Being around Nate has always come with the feeling of being tugged at – in mere glances. Tug. In deep gazes. Tug. In bright smiles. Tug. In concerned frowns. Tug. In light chuckles. Tug. In deep laughter. Tug. In light, passing touches. Tug. In purposeful ones. Tug.

A gentle tug. A firm tug. An insistent tug. A tug she tries to resist, barely a clue why.

But now it's a pull. And it's becoming increasingly difficult to abstain from. Nate's honesty and forthcomingness about his feelings for her are surprising, but pleasantly so. It's new. It's earnest. It drenches her whole being with longing. And she wants to give in – to love him freely – but something holds her back. It always does.

Today she wanted to hug him. Outside the dining room - when he told her how much she meant to him - she wanted to hug him. Instead, all she could manage was a wide smile and a hesitant reciprocation, but that's all.

Today she wanted to yell at him. In the middle of the Trappers' ambush, when he begged her to stay hidden, she wanted to yell at him. To tell him how selfish it was of him to not think of her. To not think of how difficult it was for her to see him throw himself in harm's way – for her – and do nothing. To not think of how she couldn't possibly live with herself if she merely sat there, hidden away, as he threw away his life for her. She insisted on fighting - said it was her duty to protect people, instead.

And he had given her the most vulnerable look he had ever given her, in return. Pull.

"Mona, I…" he hadn't had the chance to finish what he had started to say, but she hadn't needed him to.

"Mona, I am sorry."

"Mona, I am scared."

"Mona, I don't want to lose you."

He looks at her with a similar intensity right now. They're seated by the dining table they had occupied earlier in the day. It is just the two of them, this time, and they sit close, yet apart. They haven't spoken much after the encounter with the Trappers and the Anunnaki, but the air around them is thick with tension.

Pull.

Mona looks up to catch his gaze. Pull. He gives her a small smile; it’s the kind he usually gives her...but not quite. His eyes reflect warmth but there is also cautious relief. The gaze carries vulnerability – a look as vulnerable as it was during the fight; as full of fear as when he could barely choke out words from his mouth. Pull. And something in her snaps.

Wordlessly, Mona walks around the table. She moves a chair to sit closer to Nate, their knees touching.

"Nate," she begins, pushing herself closer - the act calling attention to her words.

"Nate, I…" she tries again but trails as emotions lodge themselves in her throat.

She leans forward instead, placing a hand behind his neck, bringing him closer. Their foreheads are pressed together now, noses almost touching, their eyes shut. And she lets the touch speak for itself:

"Nate, I am sorry."

"Nate, I am okay.'

"Nate, I am here, with you."

Listen, I know it's a blink-and-you-miss use of the prompt but this image kept moving around in my mind like the DVD logo did on our TV screens ksgfldjbk

#i tried #i really did #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc demo spoilers #twc book 3 spoilers #n sewell #n sewell x detective #nate sewell #nate x detective #nate x mona #mona batra #twc fic #seraphinitegames #queue

[cityofostwick]

Fuzzy boots and Thanksgiving!!

thanks for the ask Azia!

fuzzy boots: if you could live in any year/era, which would it be and why?

this is a great one! tbh there’s not any period in history I’d particularly like to permanently exist in for obvious reasons, so I’m gonna interpret this as more of a lengthy visit. like if I had a time machine and could go to any point in history but I’d still have the option of bowing out (which I do on a daily basis anyway).

but I really want to know what iron age to middle ages britain (wales in particular) was like to live in. like, proper celtic britain…idk, I’m just fascinated by it. we studied it a bit in primary school but nothing in depth at that age. I was also obsessed with the tudors and ancient egypt when I was a kid so they’re definitely up there. 

but the distant future is also sounding pretty decent right now. 

I’m also really intrigued by the idea of visiting a place which you’re very familiar with but years in the past? like there’s this huge victorian house on my street which was here long before all the other houses (all built in the 50s) so it’s interesting to just imagine what the street must have been like 100 or so years ago. just a country lane? weird. 

thanksgiving: what is something/someone you’re the most thankful for? any particular reason? 

my dad. don’t wanna sound soppy but I honestly don’t think I could’ve made it through the last few years without him. I try to make it up to him in small ways because that’s all I can really do. 

🍁🎃🍂autumn asks🍂🎃🍁

#baezia #asks #i got carried away with the fuzzy boots

[lenfantterribles-archive]

nxfas replied to your post:.

( this says thank you but don’t listen it’s her using the word memer in anyway it’s the azia deflect! )

i cannot believe i step on the dash and am already TRIED

#nxfas #don't u start on this day!!! B^v #{ ooc }

[impossible-rat-babies]

how about a lil playlist for pollux standing on a windswept beach with a sunhat 🥺

this got kinda sad/cloudy day at the beach im sorry if you wanted something not that lmao

aesthetic? (more like ass-pathetic) -- panucci's pizza

pacific garbage patch -- kai engel

fear of the water -- syml

#me looking over my spotify like dang nerd ur just full of sad songs huh #no coherent which universe this is we're just vibin on oc stuff #i did put fear the water on pollux and redacted's playlist. for the funsies #for the Sad of it. and bc it fits far too well rip #ANYWAY thank you azia #again. i made it sad lmao #oc: pollux