What age is your WoL, if they know it? Will they outlive their loved ones?

Your friends watching something for the first time and getting to that scene VS you, the knower.

This one took so long to make but I’m glad I did it, although I may never make another like it anytime soon. Has this ever happened to anyone else? It can’t be only me.

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

This is how me and my mutuals look interacting with each other’s content

Please don’t assume that because someone romantically ships a pairing that they dislike or disrespect the platonic aspects of that pairing. It is, shockingly enough, possible to enjoy both romance and friendship between two characters. This isn’t a never the twain shall meet sort of situation.

Yes I like fictional characters a very normal amount. Don’t look at my blog.

Same energy

thanks to all the dawntrail criticism, i’m rapidly learning that what other people think of as “pacing issues,” i think of as necessary time spent getting acquainted with a new environment, its history and the folks that live there. what they felt was a slog, i felt was the equivalent of going on vacation and submersing yourself in rich, previously unknown cultures.

so basically what i mean to say is i have a true adventurer’s spirit and everyone who gripes about this expansion’s pacing is a loser. (SORT OF a joke. but also not really. but also really. but also n)

Lyn's Febhyurary 2025 Masterpost

My contributions to this year's celebration of Hyurs! This time getting in both Strikers, Aeryn and Zaine, as much as possible, alongside some other relatives, friends, and even Ancient appearances. The few WoL x NPC relationship entries are marked with an asterisk.

01 Hello, World - Adventurers each starting out.

02 Flame - Free Company shenanigans. (Not) sorry, Sprout.

03 Reborn - That one dramatic moment in Shadowbringers.

04 Touch* - A private moment between Zaine and Minfilia.

05 Color - Black + White = Red.

06 Vision - Icarus saw too much in Elpis during Endwalker.

07 Sleep - When your sibling sneaks off to read.

08 Crystal - The end of one journey led to the start of another.

09 Heaven - Seven Heavens, One Truth, Still No Answers.

10 Class - A lowly farmer's daughter in the heights of the Pillars.

11 Fight - Zaine's decision to leave Thavnair was contentious.

12 Journey* - Aeryn & Thancred's relationship over time.

13 Storm - A Storm Dragon of Thavnair, leaving change in her wake.

14 Love - Memories in the Aitiascope during Endwalker.

15 NPC - X'rhun Tia checks in with his student.

16 Squad - Aeryn playing losing at Triple Triad with friends.

17 Water - More of Aeryn's association with water & wind.

18 Shadow - The Unsundered and the Warrior of Light.

19 Outfit - Sisters and the limits of brotherly patience.

20 Divinity (or lack thereof) - Conversations with an old friend. EW.

21 Walk - Remember the witch's wisdom.

22 Ship - Leaving for adventure. | Bonus!* - Ship-tastic nonsense.

23 Quest - How does simple adventuring turn into so much more?

24 Boss - Just who IS in charge here?! Featuring Gage Acquisitions.

25 Dawn - As sun's distant light echoes down to dreams. Endwalker.

26 Fantasia - Playing a fool's fantasia in Il Mheg (Shadowbringers).

27 Hub - There's no place like home (Radz-at-Han in Endwalker).

28 Wilds - Whose home counts as being in the "wilds"?

Animal

(he's still cool with it)

seen this sentiment on image sets before. I think the images etc wording is different, but I like the sentiment. probably between HW and SB setting, when Thancred and Phaedra's relationship is seriously, but it's still very secret. apologies for any errors, this was done directly on my phone.

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"What were you thinking about?" Asked Phaedra. Alphinaud and the others filed out of the Solar to make their preparations. Only she and Thancred remained behind. He spent the brief meeting leaning against the wall with his arms folded and head bowed, contributing nothing to the conversation or plans.

"What do you mean?" Thancred's uncovered eye looked down at her, but he did not move aside from that.

"Well, normally when Alphinaud is talking about plans, you chime in with something or have something to say. This time, you didn't. We're you even listening?" As Thancred pushed off from the wall Phaedra rocked back on her heels.

"I listened to what was important to me." He offered her a small, confident smile which caused her to tut.

"So, then, what were you thinking about?" She pressed, "it must have been important. You looked pensive."

"I was thinking about you, actually." Thancred told her with an easy smile, now.

Phaedra's cheeks warmed. "Oh."

"I often think about you." Thancred slid his hand over Phaedra's bare waist, grazing his fingertips over the scales adoring he skin. "Sometimes naked." He spoke directly beside her horn, the timbre of his voice low enough that something like lightning shot down Phaedra's spine and out through the tio of her tail. "Mostly naked." He reconsidered, "always naked."

Phaedra gulped down on nothing and hoped she didn't look as dumbfounded as she felt as Thancred moved just little enough that his mouth ghosted across her cheek. His hand at her waist moved a little lower, sliding over the curve of her hip and round slightly until he was cupping her backside.

"I think about you naked, on top of me, frequently." He continued, aware of Phaedra's flushing face and shortening breath, and utterly nonplussed by the effect his words and his proximity were having. "I think about your breasts and how well they fit in my hands. I was thinking about how you cling to me and bury your face in my neck when you're just at the point of--"

"Shhhshh--" Phaedra smothered his mouth with her hands, her cheeks now fully blooming red. Her breath came quickly, and Thancred noticed the way her plus fluttered in her throat. He smiled behind her hands and easily plucked them away.

"You did ask." His smile was devilish this time. Before Phaedra could give a rebuttal, Thancred quickly claimed her mouth. He was acutely aware that someone could enter the Solar and catch them at any moment. The risk of being caught made every risk more thrilling. It seemed his feeling was mirrored in Phaedra as she invited his kiss deeper, parting her lips to release a soft, excited sigh.

Thancred broke away before he was swept up in the desire and arousal building between them. The Solar was not locked, and as exciting as kissing in an unlocked Solar was, that was as far and Thancred dared to go. "My quarters?" He asked Phaedra, combing his fingers back through her loose ponytail.

Phaedra nodded. "I'll meet you up there?"

"Perfect." He gave Phaedra's rear a departing pat before she turned and hurried away from him and out of the Solar. The atmosphere in the room now felt charged, heavy, and electric. Thancred leaned back against the wall, tipped his head back, and exhaled. He began counting the minutes.

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another one I might write a continuation of eventually

Comments appreciated and welcomed.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

Another Queenly Glamour

Since we're between patch content.

Queen of Hourne Bilaud and Boots, with False Nails, Far Eastern Maiden's Bottoms, Obsolete Android's Hairpin, Scion Liberator Earrings, and Wayfarer's Necklace, with the Neo Kingdom Hanger.

Safe and Solid (Wolcred, 6.0 MSQ)

In from the Cold follow up fic. :') It's haunted my WIP folder for over a year and I'd really like to call it done so I don't have to deal with this headspace anymore.

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“Are you quite certain you are feeling alright?”

The question was expected - even when her visitor was just about to leave her room.

Before Viana even had a chance to think of it, the well-worn excuse slipped off her tongue. “Of course, Y’shtola,” she replied with what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “I’m just a little tired after the journey from Garlemald. Airships don’t exactly make for comfortable sleeping arrangements after all.”

Something jagged, cold and ugly stirred in her chest. The urge to scratch at the itch crawling over her skin was maddening, but she fought it down by crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

A week had passed, dammit.

Y’shtola’s pale eyes narrowed, as though by peering into her aether, the lie would be laid as bare as the ground after spring’s thaw. The sudden pang of guilt was sharp. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. Her unease wasn’t related to the events at the moon, anyhow.