#aynur

[macomico]

been playing my ranger a lot lately 💞

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #art fart #derian #this has been in my art folder for 4 slutty slutty months. time to release the beast to the public #aynur #cameo <3333

[wordsnpoetry]

you were born a masterpiece turning all that you touch into art

aynur

#words #quotes #poetry #aynur

[kornyo]

putting old ocs into new media is always such a pleasant experience bc u get to look and interpret ur little blorbo through different filters and angles and add so much more lore and depth to them. and im having a blast 😎🤙

#only struggle is do i want the anubis jackal mount or do i want to attempt wiggling her former lizard/dracolisk mount into this game... #the inquisition ones were SO fucked up looking i love them soooo much still . #her lil gecko prevails tho #macnchat #aynur

[renofmanyalts]

⏳/backstory hourglass: for Maati (or any character of your choice)

(Here's the first prompt fill for my modified version of the FFXIVWrite 2023 challenge! As in previous years, I'm clearing out my [oh god 2 year old] backlog of asks. This year, I am aiming to write to two prompts per week, plus an extra credit/bonus day, if I feel up to it.)

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

Prompt 2: Bark

Who: Maparhi Savaptha, Aynur Savaptha, Hearer Elmott

What: A stranger arrives at Aynur's camp.

Where: The East Shroud, in the area now occupied by Baelsar's Wall.

When: About 30 years ago, early fall

Content notes: Gridania being Gridania

Music: "The Oak" by Spiral Dance (YouTube, Bandcamp, lyrics)

Maparhi woke slowly, scrunching her nose. Outside, the wind danced and tumbled loudly through the slowly-yellowing leaves, playful and purposeful as only autumn wind could be. It was still chilly; only morning. Far too early to get up.

Her mother was not in her usual spot between Maparhi and the entrance, but a comforting warmth still lingered in the furs. She was probably coming right back to bed.

Maparhi was turning to snuggle deeper into the pile of blankets when her skin prickled with the feeling of being watched.

She opened her eyes.

At the open door flap of their home, a strange hyuran man knelt. The sun hung behind him, and she couldn't see his face in the shadow of his wide-brimmed, pointed hat.

Blue. It was deep blue, and so were his robes, and she knew what that meant.

Her heart thumped in her chest, and she tried to shrink beneath the edge of the blanket. Her mother — where was her mother? Maparhi's tail thrashed behind her, trapped under the covers as her ears pricked fruitlessly, scouring the heedless wind for any sign. 

"Don't be afraid, Maparhi," the stranger said, though the rough H went missing when he said it. Although his voice was soft, her name in his mouth made Maparhi startle. When her mother's moccasin-clad feet appeared at his side, Maparhi could see that her fingers were twisted together at her waist, knuckles white.

"But isn't it too soon?" she heard her mother say, quiet, as though fearing to speak the words too loudly.

"Mama?" Maparhi called, hearing her own voice tremble.

"It's al—" Her mother's hands shook as she bit off the word. She muttered something to the man — the Hearer, he must be a Hearer — as she dove past him, pulling Maparhi into her arms.

"I'm sorry, Maparhi," she murmured, the words thick with tears. "I'm so sorry. It's not your fault."

Maparhi clung to her mother's neck, confusion and fear swirling in her chest until she grew dizzy. Outside, the wind gusted around the clearing, tearing leaves from the trees and bowing the grass flat to the earth. The Hearer nearly lost his hat, clapping it to his head with one hand. His eyes grew wide, but he stayed silent.

Her mother was making gentle shushing noises under the wind's howling, fingers combing through Maparhi's hair. "Take a deep breath, beloved. I know, I know, you must be so frightened. But I promise you will be safe, and I promise..." Her mother's arms tightened around her, squeezing her so tightly as if to press her affection into Maparhi's very bones. "...I promise, I love you, always."

It sounded so final, but Maparhi slowly calmed herself in her mother's arms the way she had been guided to do so many times before. She thanked the wind, and she thanked the earth, and bit by bit, she let the tight grip around her heart relax. The gusts calmed. Soon, the wind returned to playing through the leaves as though nothing had happened.

When she emerged from their home, hand-in-hand with her mother, the Hearer — Elmott — introduced himself. Now that she could see beneath his hat, she saw that his face was young, and he had a warm and kindly air. In careful words, he explained what was happening, and Maparhi listened with ears straining toward him, struggling to understand his city accent. She was to come with him to Gridania, to be trained in conjury by Stillglade Fane, because the Elementals had decreed it. 

(At this, Maparhi looked to her mother, flicking her tail to show her puzzlement. Had the wood said anything to her? But her mother simply squeezed her hand reassuringly, though her smile wobbled.)

Hearer Elmott continued his explanation uninterrupted, as though the brief exchange had not happened. Her natural abilities were impressively strong, he said, and this was for her safety — and for the safety of her mother, and of everyone living in the Twelveswood. He was sorry that she had to be taken from her home, but it was necessary so that she could be trained properly, without distraction. He had grown up in the Fane himself, he said, and she would be well-cared-for. 

And that was that.

Nerves still made her limbs shake as Maparhi stood and dressed properly for travel. She was to take nothing with her, the Hearer said, for her every need would be met by the Fane — but as her mother gave her one last hug, she felt a cool weight slip into the neck of her tunic, sliding down until her belt caught it at her waist.

As they traveled west, Maparhi snuck it from her shirt. It was a flat piece of reddish wood, half the width of her small palm, sanded and polished smooth. Into it was carved a tree whose branches and roots spread wide to encompass the whole surface, spilling around the edges. On the other side, nestled between root-tip and leaf, was a hollow that just fit the pad of her thumb.

Carefully, she hid it again, and tried to pretend she did not feel it tapping against her side as she walked in Hearer Elmott's footsteps.

Later, Maparhi would learn that the day she left was her sixth nameday.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv rp #zalera #zalera rp #meme #answers #backstory hourglass #maparhi #aynur #elmott #hooboy I'm so out of practice #feels good to get back in the saddle though! #ren writing #thank you for the ask! #menord

[lydiaalin]

This whole time I didn't realize goth mating season was a ship name. I thought you were just super into bagging a goth 😭

you and everyone else prev tagging me thinking it's a joke lmao

this is them by the way

#have to crack up everytime like they don't know they don't know #I would not be opposed to bagging a goth tho I'll say that #ths whole name came from some tumblr post that i then used to caption some spicy sketch page of them but I can't post that here so #lydiaalin #goth mating season #aynur shamoun #yweyn iovine

[galaksininucunda0]

Öldürdüm bizi bittin sen. Bi daha yalvarsan da boşuna,Anlatsan da. Her lafında bi yalanın gelir aklıma. Şansın bol olsun benden uzaklarda.

Aynur Aydın"Öldürdüm bizi"

#hayat #Papatyalar #Çiçekler #günün şarkısı #Aynur Aydın #Öldürdüm bizi #Kitap #güzel sözler #güzel şarkılar

[mycelebs]

#aynur aydın

[mscoyditch]

"After Snow".

By Aynur Akalin > Watercolor Impressionist

#aynur akalin

[jinnfruit]

#aynur dogan #aynur doğan

[macomico]

drops another oc into the necro pot 👻

#wanted to draw more to this b4 postin but. academia strangling me once again so u get it now <3 #aynur #art fart #if u see this girl die in the pvp arenas. say hi <3

[wordsnpoetry]

and in february i will start to take care of the only one who truly matters i will take care of me

aynur

#words #quotes #poetry #aynur

[sensizliklesavasirken]

Gidiyorum ama senle gidilmesi zor

Yolda kalacağız ayrı gayrı bir arada zor..

#sensizlikle savaşırken #sensizlestim #sensiz ben #sen yokken #aynur aydın #öldürdüm bizi

[gece-sacli-kiz]

Bana deli diyenin aklı

Kime göre doğru

#Bi dakika #Aynur Aydın

[kornyo]

will i put even more ocs into the gw2 verse....... maybe maybe.

#shakes danyal samira derian and aynur like that hampster gif. return to me #macnchat

[lydiaalin]

is "goth mating season" a ship tag?

it is... it's for some gay necromancer bitches that hate(d) each other's assess but tied their lives together via some ancient ritual because they're dumb and didn't read the fine print and went well oopsie guess we gotta tolerate each other now 🫶 (falls in love)

#i dont think i have any good pics of them on my phone except for some. spicy shit so #peace and love use your imagination #(it's yweyn & @macomico's aynur)

[moonllt]

“𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔦𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡... 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱! 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔠𝔶 ℑ 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲!”

#◂◂ visage ▵ a soul to balance black and white ▵ aynur rajani ▸▸