#liffeh

[whatkahelle]

🐣 v-tuber gotchis! 🐣

my vtuber gotchis! i wanna make it into a series!!

after 2 more, i'll open them for comms both the gotchi design and for the lil chibi -- but i think i'll make them more dynamic and not just the head peeking out.

[vampiricsheep]

🍓 for Liffeh & 🍓 for Mowordremoth :D

:O ty! 🍓 she and her wife (tueggi) have matching (high quality, functional) Lepidoptera axes they got at a crafter’s market when they were still Just Friends in their early warden days ^w^ when liffeh fell on one of the Pact’s first marches on Orr, tueggi took it and kept it to remember her, but now that liffeh’s back and safely alive w/ rev magic, she’s got her axe back and they match again! 🍓  the first time mowordremoth got a fungal infection on its bark it literally screamed. mortal bodies are horrifying

[vampiricsheep]

how about dialogue prompt 19 "I've missed this" 👉👈

I lied and did one more before bed but now I MUST hold myself accountable

anyways have my favorite lesbians bc I don't think I've ever actually written their reunion before

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Her sigh borders on instrumental as it flows along the wood of Tueggi’s neck. “I missed this.”

It’s all Tueggi can do to simply stand there as stiff and stoic as the oaks she often resembles. Was this a cruel trick preying on old wounds and lingering wants? Was some callous entity trying to manipulate her with visions of what she could have had? Perhaps she was dreaming – but no, the sick tang of blood was too strong in her nose, and her limbs ached far too much with bruises and fatigue for this to be something so ephemeral.

She’s vaguely aware of the heavy, sap-sticky axe handles still gripped tight in her hands, and the roaring, aching silence of a violently finished battle around her. She’s acutely aware of the soft leaves of the sylvari – of Liffeh, she had a name and it was one she couldn’t and oughtn’t ever forget – pressing all around her as she’s held in the same bear hug she remembered so fondly on lonely nights. Of how she, unlike Tueggi, was here without a break or bruise or scuff or scratch. At once incredibly real and too impossible to be.

Another moment passes, then Liffeh’s hold slips away (and while she wants to chase it and pull her back against her, Tueggi is still all too stunned to act without breaking) and she sets her large hands – always so soft against Tueggi’s rough wood-knot skin – on her shoulders with a firm gentleness. “It is you, isn’t it, dearheart?”

A million fragmented sentences tease her tongue – you were dead, you are dead, how are you here, why are you here, is this real, have I finally snapped, am I dead and finally joining you – but the only one that wiggles past her lips is, “Yes, of course.”

[vampiricsheep]

10,11 and 22 for any couple or relationship you wanna write about!

ty!! I’ll write about my gals tueggi and liffeh since they’re living their best domestic lives these days

Who wakes up first

They’re both morning people and wake up around the same time, but Tueggi is more up-and-at-em while Liffeh sort of, slowly creeps into alertness through her morning routine

Who cooks Their food prep usually boils down to “slicing fruits/raw veg into usable pieces”  or “boiling an egg” so it’s fairly half and half! It’s not that they don’t eat meat, it’s just not an abundant resource so it goes to the obligate carnivore pets instead :>

Who wears the other’s clothes They don’t, actually! Both of them wear sylvari leafy tops, and Liffeh’s pants size is too large for tueggi to wear without being swamped in them. They probably swap shawls all the time on chilly days though

[vampiricsheep]

How about #4 from the terror section, however you wanna do it!

OOF thank you for your patience on this!! I admit I bounced a few ideas around before settling on this one. Hopefully it’s not too gruesome. under a cut because it got much longer than expected!

4. “What’s in the shadows?”

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Tueggi and Liffeh were no strangers to camping, and normally they found the activity relaxing. But this wasn't a normal trip to somewhere scenic with no hard timetables; it was an expedition, and the camp merely an end to a long day of hiking rather than a home base. They were exhausted, and would have retired to their tent hours ago if it weren't for the presence lurking just out of the fire's range, occasionally rustling the brush as it moved in slow, wide circles around their camp. Whatever it was, there was no longer any reason to pretend it was simply passing through, and therefore no reason to ignore it. Either it was too shy to approach, or it was waiting for them to lower their guards, and the two sylvari weren't interested in risking the latter.

“What’s in the shadows?” Liffeh asked her companion with a casualness that seemed out of place for the situation. 

"I've been wondering the same thing." Tueggi kept her tone just as easy, but made sure it was loud enough to be overheard. they weren't idly musing - it was a performance, an announcement to the lurker that they knew it was there. Her warden sword rested unsheathed across her lap, and she tapped her fingertips almost impatiently against the translucent blade.

"Perhaps it's a wolf come sniffing for scraps."

"Perhaps it's a wolf that thinks we're the scraps."

"That'd be an unfortunate mistake to make."

The lurker - whatever it was - hadn't made a sound since Liffeh's question, but at that last remark, they heard - a huff? a suppressed laugh? It was hard to say. Tueggi's mouth drew tight. Not a friendly presence, then, she thought. "Well come on out then, wolf, since you're so tough." Heavy footsteps sounded behind her, no longer trying to hide the bulk they carried. She didn't turn her head, but she set her hand on the grip of her sword. "Into the light. Come on, let's get a look at you."

"Put away your weapons." The voice was deep, gravely, unfamiliar, and entirely too commanding for her tastes.

"No, I don't think I will. Now you can come on out and talk to us face to face, or you can leave, but if you're here to lurk and start trouble, well." Her hand tightened on the grip. "I'd have to nip that in the bud."

"Pretty words, but you and I both know that's an empty threat."

"I wouldn't be so sure," murmured Liffeh, barely loud enough to hear. "But there's no need for this tension. Come, sit, there's enough room at the fire for one more."

This seemed to catch the stranger off guard. Incredibly, they did as asked, and at last Tueggi got a clear look at them.

First and foremost, they were charr. Second, they were big. Perhaps massive was a better word. Lastly - they were icebrood. At least, they were well on their way to becoming one; the ice that warped their silhouette seemed to burrow into their striped skin, and possibly deeper still. Tueggi sat up straighter and stiffened her limbs to suppress the instinct to recoil. What's in the shadows, they had wondered. This wasn't the answer they'd hoped for.

"What brings you to our camp, friend?" Liffeh sounded just as casual, just as conversational, as she had before their arrival.

"Curiosity. My...patron has not been able to speak to you. They decided a more direct approach was necessary."

Liffeh's staff rapped once against Tueggi's foot before she'd begun her intended remark, and her mouth quickly snapped shut. Their guest clearly responded better to feigned civility than her instinctive abrasive guardedness. During this Liffeh hadn't turned her face away from the charr's, and her tone didn't change. "What does your patron want to tell us, friend?"

"They want an alliance. Times are growing dire; Tyria will not survive a fully awakened Primordus. The Commander is trying valiantly to handle the situation themself. They will fail.

"My patron likes this world. They know you do too; you once gave everything to save it." At this, Tueggi and Liffeh's hands fell instinctively to the amber axes at their sides.  "Like you, they want to protect it, but - like you, like the brave, foolish commander -  they can't do it alone. 

"Help us, and we can help you, too. Ice fortifies. Ice protects - quite literally. Primordus's flame cannot break through my patron's blessing."

A sad smile crossed Liffeh's face. "That's a very kind offer, but I'm afraid we can't accept it. You see, we're coming to Bjora," She stands slowly with a firm grip on her staff, drawing their guest's full attention--

"--because those lies worked on our friend, and we intend to get them back," finishes Tueggi in a near-growl, sword buried hilt-deep in the charr's stooped back.

[vampiricsheep]

2, 8, 13 !!!

tyty!

2. What OC has/is a mentor?

you could technically consider Sheep to be Fillan’s mentor, as it provides support and guidance to the newest commander!

8. Which OCs are an old married couple (literally or figuratively)?

Tueggi and Liffeh! not old by human standards (or even really sylvari....) but they were some of the first secondborn, and dearhearts since only a few years after emerging! They also have that very settled domestic vibe if you’re ever over for company. Liffeh will probably offer you tea and cookies.

(13 answered here, sorry!)