#narine

[frostbytte]

what if we ate cake together

[irithiadourden]

The flame that tempers steel

Character: Narine Iranaur for @nameless-acotar-weekend

Summary: Lady of Autumn? No, she was Autumn's heart. And when she learned she was carrying Eris in her womb, a far greater plan was set in motion.

The night after her eighty-seventh birthday, Narine learned she was pregnant. She had not yet sought the counsel of a healer, but she had perceived a shift in her magic, as if her fire had been stoked by an invisible force, driven by a desire to nurture and protect something precious.

Her family was said to be one of the most ancient and powerful in Autumn, and there were even some whispers that suggested it might be older and stronger than the Vanserra's. Narine Iranaur had learned to control fire before she could even speak. Her flames—free and wild— were a treasure coveted by many, which she had cultivated with precision.

If only her fire had allowed her to see the truth sooner.

Beron had charmed her with his honeyed words, offering her the liberty she yearned for, and a role at his side to help forge an honourable court. A different Autumn from that of Cadell Vanserra, where tyranny and wickedness were all too common.

With a gentle gesture, Narine placed her hands on her abdomen, which was still flat, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her red hair with its coppery highlights cascaded to her waist, and her eyes, a rich deep brown, bore a striking resemblance to the bark of an oak tree. She stood up straight, shoulders back, feeling a quiet determination blossom inside her. Narine couldn't afford to waver now. Perhaps she would never do enough; perhaps her schemes and the dangerous game of cat and mouse she was playing with her husband would not be enough to temper Beron's cold greed and calculating nature. But at least she could distract him from his more radical ideas —the kind that could endanger the entire court.

“You are mine, fireling.” She whispered, caressing his stomach as she closed her eyes. "And I promise you that, no matter what happens, I'm going to take care of you."

The time for running away had long since passed. Now, only one option remained: to fight. Narine could swear on the Cauldron that she was going to save her child, no matter what it took. She had a role to play and a part to act out. The perfect wife, the indulgent ornament.

One day, when Beron least expected it, Narine would show him why the priestesses had anointed her Narine Iranaur: the flame that tempers steel; the ever-burning fire; the heart of Autumn.

I've had this in my head for a while and was really looking forward to using that cool title for her. Everyone thinks she is fragile and needs protection, but Narine has been playing the game for years, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Divs by: @olenvasynyt ❤️

[deer-head-xiris]

(Hits twitter user AmberW1shes's OC with the Digimon-ification beam)

❤️‍🔥🐏Digimon Narine!!🐏❤️‍🔥

I got way too into this one and turned her into an entire evolution line. She is my wife whomst I love dearly. Look at her admire her worship her ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[ortly]

I’ve been busy as a bee lately, yet I stay silly :3 (drawing my ocs)

[scholarlycoffee]

In a world where ya'll keep insisting on infantilizing autistic/autistic-coded characters, I fight back by making my canonically autistic characters absolute bastards. Not even because they're autistic. They're just messy bitches.

[cilil]

♡ 𝔸 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕

Prompt(s): Lesbian rep + butch Character(s): Ruinë/Nári Synopsis: Ruinë has trouble with her latest project. A certain Balrog decides to help her out. Warnings: /

Author's Note: Late again. I'm pretty busy both irl and with projects so I don't know when/if I have time to write the other prompts I planned. Apologies for that, but that also means requests are getting priority ;) Small disclaimer once again: I'm doing my best to portray these prompts accurately and provide some decent rep, also drawing from my own personal experience at times. Feel free to reach out if there's something you think I got wrong, but also keep in mind that experiences differ and are still equally as valid. Thank you♡

"Ah no –"

Ruinë freezes when she sees the bottles on her desk topple over, one rolling over the edge to fall to its certain doom – she's already expecting to hear the sound of shattering glass, but all that follows is a rush of flame and a soft clink as clawed fingers skillfully snatch it out of the air. 

"Careful, little one," a low chuckle rings out behind the table, and Ruinë ceases her rather precarious attempts to move her desk, straightening up to meet the eyes of a certain Balrog looking down at her from above. 

"Thank you, Aranári," she says, her tone slightly stiff; she's grateful that she won't have to recreate parts of her current experiment, but she can't help feeling embarrassed about putting herself in such a situation in front of a fellow fire spirit. 

"Just Nári," Nári corrects and lowers her arm so Ruinë can take the bottle from her hand. The difference in size between their chosen forms is quite significant, the scientist muses quietly, though not unexpected considering that the other Maia is a warrior like the rest of the Balrogs.

"My apologies," she answers reflexively and forces herself to smile as she gives a small nod of gratitude. "Now, was there anything you needed?" 

"Me? Oh no, I think you need help, little one." Nári flashes her a toothy grin, showing off perfectly polished, pointy fangs. 

Ruinë flashes an even brighter red. The taller Maia is beautiful, with her amber eyes glowing warmly and short flame-like curls framing her face, a pair of spiral horns sticking out. Fiery marks resembling cracks in volcanic rock appear and disappear all over her ashen skin as if magma flows inside her instead of blood, illuminating her cheeks when she smiles. 

It is... quite distracting, and Ruinë wishes she would stop making a fool of herself in front of Nári. 

"You don't have to," she hurries to say. 

"True," Nári agrees, still smiling, "but I want to." 

"Only if it doesn't trouble you –" 

"It's no trouble at all." 

She crouches to put one arm underneath the desk's tabletop as if she's threading a needle, lifts it effortlessly and balances it with a surprising amount of care for such a large, strong fána, resting it on her broad shoulder. Ruinë gulps; unlike the boasting and showing off of other Maiar, it seems as though this is no trouble indeed for a Balrog.

Just how strong is she...?  

"Where do you want it?" Nári asks casually, keeping an eye on the bottles on the desk. 

"Uh... away from the windows," Ruinë says, forcing herself to stop staring and move to lead the way. "You see, uh, I was experimenting with these liquids, the ones in the bottles, but the results were off, so I started to examine possible causes and since Thangorodrim is currently experiencing some eruptions, there may be issues with volcanic gas... I thought about isolating the windows, but I felt like it'd be safer to remove the material from potential harmful influences, just in case and until I can figure something out..."

She mentally slaps herself for prattling on senselessly. Does Nári even care to hear her long-winded explanation for what she was up to? Ruinë knows she's never been good at small talk or flirting or anything of the sort, at least according to other Maiar, and she once again finds herself wishing she was more cool and confident in such situations.  

Wait, why was I thinking about flirting – 

She glances over her shoulder, expecting to see either a concerned or mildly annoyed expression on Nári's face, yet the taller Maia appears to be listening attentively and nodding along. A warm feeling of appreciation spreads within her chest, causing her to release a breath she didn't know she's been holding and manage a shaky smile. 

At least she's nice enough to listen. 

Clearing her throat in an attempt to gloss over her embarrassment, Ruinë opens the door to an adjacent chamber within her laboratory and points at the opposite wall. 

"Could you place my desk there?" 

"Sure thing, little one." 

Nári does as she's been asked, even making sure nothing falls over once she successfully places the desk in the desired spot. Ruinë watches her every move, fascinated by such a perfect blend of strength and elegance, and the warmth within her chest begins to spread throughout her entire body. Oh, how much she'd love to approach this gorgeous Maia and run her hands over her shapely, muscular form, maybe even have those wonderful arms wrap around her and hold her – 

What am I thinking?!

She blinks, only to find Nári staring back at her with a small, yet undoubtedly mischievous smirk. 

"Anything else I can do for you?" she asks, her tone just slightly too innocent, and saunters over until Ruinë has to tilt her head back to look up at her. 

"N-no, but thank you very much. In fact, I-I meant to ask if I could perhaps return the favour?" 

"Oh? I get a reward?" Nári's smirk broadens, and she taps her chin with one of her claws, pretending to think. "Now, what would I like... hmm, if I may be so bold... I'd like to spend some time with you. Just us. A... date, if you will." 

She winks at the smaller Maia, visibly enjoying how flustered she is, cheeks red and feathers fluffing up.

"I-I-I would love that," Ruinë says, eyes lighting up in excitement; she can't believe her luck, especially not after her questionable attempts at having a normal conversation. 

"Wonderful." 

Without warning, Nári picks her up and places her on her shoulder. 

"Are you free this afternoon?" 

If you enjoyed, please consider liking and reblogging!♡

taglist: @bluezenzennie @edensrose @i-did-not-mean-to @wandererindreams

read more? main masterlist get tagged for my writing? tag list form

[afilimeczup]

''ama / sana bir boyun atkısı gerek. kış geldi.'' #rotinda #narine 🎶🐾❄ https://www.instagram.com/p/CZr5l4vAozm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[xenobladehistorian]

XenoFact of the Day: Françoise, Her Husband, and Homs Culture

You know in Colony 9′s Military District, standing around in the middle of the night, is Arnaut? The man who praises Shulk and acts like his number one fan?

So, Arnaut has a wife back in the Residential District, Françoise, and a daughter, Narine. Arnaut is away from home--away from the Residential District--so often that other Colony 9 residents question if he’s ever going to return home. He’s gone so long, Narine has no affinity link with her own father.

In fact, their marriage is so turbulent, one thing can make or break it. Speak to Arnaut after the attack, and he’ll ask how his wife is doing. You reply that he should ask her himself, and he apologizes and says he will; talk to Françoise then, and this leads to a “happy marriage.” However, you reply that she’s doing fine, and then you speak to Françoise, and their affinity link whiplashes to a “near divorce” status.

Kantz makes a comment about rarely being home, as well. He is the husband of Suzanna, the studying-obsessed mother of Moritz. At least he owns up to it, though.

This raises thoughts on the culture of the Homs. It’s mentioned by Kenny Rohan that Colony 9 has “gossipy housewives.” My guess is that many of the men serve in the Defense Force and live in barracks in the Military District since they never actually go home all that often (despite being literally a three-minute walk from home). There could be barracks in many of the buildings there--my guess is the large one at the back of the district. However, most must be going home somewhat often, since only Arnaut seems to be mentioned to the point of suspicion and divorce.

(I recall seeing Narine mention her father upon speaking to her in “A Mysterious Light” quest. However, I accidentally got too button-happy and skipped through it... -_- And I haven’t been able to find any clips of the quest on YouTube that follow Arnaut and Narine’s route. I’ll find the line someday... I could have sworn it had something to do with the light being gone “like Dad,” but I’d have to see the line again...)

AH, I found the line! She says her dad would know more about the mysterious light. So, it’s not exactly what I thought it was, haha. At least she knows he does some studies or something at the Military District.