#commander terra

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Trying to get better at editing screenshots - I think I’m maybe improving? A smidge? Ugh.

Anyways... I just finished my replay through Living World Season 3! Man it still gives me feels ugh.

So now uh... I guess I have no excuse to not make notes and work on Tangled Paths, eh? *cough* 

Into the Crystal Desert, we go!

(Pst any other GW2 peeps out there I love hearing about other’s toons so... y’know... if you have any... >>; )

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Came up with a new look for Liana in preparation for the new chapter of the Icebrood Saga tomorrow! She’s definitely ready to face the cold now

Also ran into the amazing @cousinslavellan / @tangledpaths ingame as well, and snagged a few screenshots with her of our commanders together! It was great to run into you again!

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“I hear the whispers - it’s Mordremoth all over again. But I won’t give in. I have too much to fight for.”

I have so many screens to edit from messing around tonight but I liked these to start with simple as they are. I never use dagger on Terra but I had to get this skin cause it’s just too freaking perfect???

[Low-key headcanoning that Norn give weapons or other ‘suitable’ gifts in the place of Engagement rings and that this dagger is Braham’s eventual gift to Terra. Let me have my stupid fluffy headcanons]

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Hi I’ve been taking screenshots wrong for 7 years thank you @shiverpeakstraveler for helping me fix that! What even is field of vision oops.

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I need to just... start using my laptop for screens cause it’s always better quality.

Have a laughing Salad cause these screens were too adorable not to share ♥

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Of Course

“You’re Soul Mates?” she’s used to being asked, whenever it slips around someone new, “What’s it like?”

Terra’s never sure how to describe it. Sometimes it’s like a string attached to her heart - pulling her forwards, leading her to him. Others it’s a whisper of warmth, or reassurance, once they’ve reconciled - a thrill through her spine at his touch, or a burst of sparks at a glance.

Occasionally - like when they’d parted on bad terms, in the Shiverpeaks - it’s an ache, deep and hollow, as though her heart had been mourning the distance and harsh words.

“It’s hard to describe.” is usually her answer, because how do you describe that, properly, to someone who doesn’t have a Soul Mark? They’re not rare, per say, but nor are they common - she knows several people with them, but more without.

“What if you weren’t Soul Mates, though?”

“What about it?”

“Would you still love him?”

She thinks of the first time they’d met, when his face had lit with relief at her offer of help.

Of their Journeys through the Maguuma, when he’d stood by her side and trusted her, no matter Mordremoth’s meddling - letting her mourn Trahearn when he himself needed to mourn.

She thinks of the way he’d protected she and the others against falling rocks, despite any lingering anger - and the way he kept the children of Atholma safe from the Inquest’s attack.

She thinks of his laugh, and his smile, and the peace she feels when he’s near, how content she is when he’s at her side - how safe she feels in his arms.

And the answer is simple.

“Of course I would.” Terra says, smiling softly, “Because he’s Braham.”

[I don’t know where this came from but clearly the muses wanted fluff so. Have some fluff that fits TP canon.]

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Forgive the screenshot spam but I logged in and TERRA JUST TURNED 7 OMFG. 7 YEARS AGO TODAY I MADE THIS RIDICULOUS LITTLE SALAD AND I AM VERY EMOTIONAL ABOUT HER OKAY.

Like... I only started writing fic about her three years ago, but she’s been my main PC since I started playing the game, the PC I have 100% map completion on, and the one I play through every story update with. She was initially based off of another character, but she quickly grew to be her own Muse, so to speak, and I am very attached.

I popped her back into her Path of Fire/Season 4 update for screens cause y’know what, she deserves to look badass on her birthday okay? And I’m ridiculous.

THE FREAKING VICTORY ROCK ITEM MADE ME CACKLE AND IT’S AMAZING

And a few mount screens cause why not - the Skyscale is Shimmer (blame Braham he named her), the Jackal is Mirage, and the Raptor is Talon! She loves all of her mounts but these three are her favored.

Happy birthday to my poor, stressed out Sylvari kid - there’s more to come.

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Caught in a Storm

November prompt from @tyrias-library​ , Caught in a Storm.

Braham/Sylvari Commander, fits into... eventual Tangled Paths world woops.

The storm hits unexpectedly, catching them out in the open of the Northern Shiverpeaks.

They press quickly forwards, heading for the Homestead they’d spotted in the distance just before the snow had swept in - an easy choice with the waypoint a solid 30 minutes behind them.

Braham shoves the door open and lets Terra go first, the Sylvari doing her best not to shiver as she steps gratefully into the warmth of the space, rubbing her hands up and down her nearly bare arms.

Had to get caught in a snow storm before I got warmer clothes, it figures…

Braham’s talking to the owners while she tries to regain some warmth, glancing around the room - his hand on her shoulder making her jump in surprise a moment later.

He frowns - probably feeling how icy her skin is - then jerks his head behind him. “C’mon, they’ve got a room we can borrow for the night. We’re not the first people to get stuck in a storm out here, by the sounds of it.”

“H-hopefully there’s a f-fireplace?” she can’t quite stop her teeth from chattering, earning another frown from her companion.

“Yeah. C’mon, we gotta get you warmed up, Ter.”

Terra follows eagerly, giving the owners a grateful nod as they pass - stepping into the specified room and feeling an immediate difference in temperature, sighing in relief.

“B-better…”

“You’re still shivering.” Braham stares for a moment, scowling, then turns to shrug out of his coat, draping it over a small table, “I’ll get the fire going. You get out of that armor - you’re soaked.”

“Yeah, w-well, not like we p-planned to be caught by a s-storm.” Terra doesn’t hesitate once his backs turned; stripping off portions of her armored dress and dropping them onto the table beside his coat, “T-Tempest armor isn’t exactly meant for c-cold weather.”

Braham grunts from where he’s kneeling, prodding at the low-burning flame, “Kas had better hurry up with that new set for you; gonna need to be warm before we head deeper into the North.”

“Tell me about it…” Terra grumbles, feeling the tiniest bit better once she’s out of the cold metal. She’s about to reach for her pack and the nightshirt she’s stashed inside when his coat catches her eye again, making her pause. She knows the material’s soft from when she’s been pressed against Braham’s side, and it looks warm…

Decision made, she reaches for it, grinning a little. Surely I’m allowed to be silly once in a while?

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“Kas had better hurry up with that new set for you; gonna need to be warm before we head deeper into the North.” Braham jabs at the fire, willing it to spark. C’mon, flare already - she’s freezing, gotta get her warmed up.

“Tell me about it…” he hears Terra grumble, the clatter of metallic armor against wood telling him she’s doing as told and getting out of her wet dress.

Tempted as he is to sneak a peek, he keeps his eyes on his task, listening as the Sylvari shuffles around behind him.

You’re allowed to look. You’re together. That little voice whispers - the one that speaks up sometimes, when they’re alone like this - but he shoves it away and keeps working, making a noise of triumph when the fire finally ignites into a full, proper blaze.

“There, got it!” Braham stands, brushing his hands off on his pants and grinning triumphantly as he turns around, “Should start warming up now-”

“Good job, Braham.” Terra smiles appreciatively, shifting so her legs are tucked beneath her on the bed, “I feel warmer already.”

Braham doesn’t respond. His brain’s frozen by the image before him - Terra sitting on the plush bed they’d been provided, wearing his coat.

Just the coat. His gaze lingers on the bare expanse of her chest - Soul Mark clearly visible and pulsing faintly blue atop her breast - then slides down the length of her bare legs before flicking back up to her eyes, swallowing thickly. Spirits, she’s…

This part of their relationship is still new. They’d been friends for ages, before his grief had gotten the better of him - and then reconciled, and become something more - become what their Marks intended. But they haven’t… explored this aspect, much. Haven’t really flirted, or teased.

So he finds himself at first off-kilter, staring at the vision that is his Soul Mate from across the room, heart hammering even as his blood seems to catch fire.

His coat is huge on her - he’s a good 2 feet taller than her, so it’s no surprise - but where it might have looked goofy, should have looked comical, it’s instead ridiculously alluring to see her draped in his clothing.

Terra’s holding it closed, but the fur is acting as a sort of low neckline, just concealing her breasts but none of her chest, and her legs are left completely bare, sleeves billowing out around her slim wrists.

But it’s really her expression - open and teasing, warm and inviting and wanting - that has him finally moving, a slow smirk of his own spreading across his lips.

“Terra…” he growls, knowing from previous encounters that putting the rougher edge on his tone gives her shivers, “What are you doing?”

“I was cold.” she shrugs a shoulder, the action far more seductive than usual given her current state of dress, “And your coat looked so warm… couldn’t resist.”

“I’m going to need that back, you know.”

“Nope.” Terra grins sweetly up at him once he’s made it across the room, head tilted back to meet his gaze, “Your coat is mine now, Braham. Sorry. Finders keepers, and all that.” She takes a second to lift the fur collar to her nose, purposely keeping eye contact as she inhales deeply, “It’s just so cozy… and it smells like you.”

That earns another growl, this one a low rumble, as he bends so his hands are on the bed to cage her in, face kept several inches away, “What if I had another way to keep you warm?”

The Sylvari’s cheeks flush - he’s proud of himself for noticing, when once he wouldn’t have seen the subtle shift - and her eyes narrow slightly, tongue flicking out to wet her lips. “I could maybe be persuaded, then. But.”

“But?” Braham echoes, ever closer now - and it’s taking every ounce of self control he has left not to just sweep her up and do as he pleases, with her half-naked and so close.

“Prove it.” Terra whispers, giving him permission.

Braham doesn’t respond; only leans forward to kiss her, deeply, feeling lithe arms wrap tightly around his neck as she sighs against his mouth.

And suddenly he doesn’t mind getting caught in the storm, anymore.

So clearly, this prompt worked out too well with the sketch above - done as part of the awesome @vectober​s monthly Patreon streams! - and I had to make it fluffy and self-indulgent as hell.

Almost went into the smutty territory... but I haven’t actually written that for these dorks, yet, so I’d rather keep that for when I hit it in TP. Y’know. Eventually. Cough.

So have some stuck-in-a-storm fluff ♥ The prompt helped me write some cute stuff and I’m happy.