#Watcher Wednesday

[starlightcleric]

B A S I C S:

Full Name: Jessamine Fitzwode, or Vanessa mes Rèi, or Alessa the Green, or Bess

Gender: Cis Female (or “Godlike” according to the Vailians)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Background: Slave in Aedyr, Old Vailia, and the Vailian Republics

Race: Nature Godlike, elf ancestry

Class: Rogue, Harbinger (Trickster/Skald)

O T H E R:

Family: Unknown to her, was separated from her mother at a young age

Birthplace: Aedyr

Job(s): Singer, assassin, spy (all as a slave)

Fears/Phobias: Losing her freedom again, Guls

Guilty Pleasures: She picks up every book she comes across (including stealing) to fill the library of Caed Nua.

Hobbies: Music, reading, petty theft, dueling

M O R A L S:

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Virtues: Diligence, Fortitude

Sins: Avarice, Envy

T H I S – O R – T H A T:

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower/ flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realist

traditional/ modern / in between

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

OTP: Unknown

Acceptable Ships: Adaryc, Aloth, Pallegina, Tekehu

OT3: None of the ship options would be in a polycule together

BroTP: Kana, Serafen

NOTP: Durance is cheating but it’s true

[dragonnarrative-writes]

WIP Wednesday

I have so many ideas for this OC, but none are cooperating with me.

Meet Bricks!

Simon notices, immediately, when the American girl enters the bar. First of all, she’s loud. Announces her arrival with a blast of laughter that rings through the room, for all that she’s surrounded by a group of rowdy people. Secondly, she’s dark-skinned, voluptuous, and seems to want everyone to know it. She’s dressed for the clubs more than a side street bar. Two guys she’s arrived with are obviously vying for her attention, but she floats over to one of the active pool tables and immediately starts flirting for the next game. Simon’s not immune to a soft woman with miles of leg, so he can’t blame any of them for welcoming her and her posse.

“Damn,” Kyle mutters, giving her an appreciative once over from his seat.

“What?” Johnny asks, looking over his shoulder like a fucking muppet. “Oh, damn.”

Price arches an eyebrow at Simon. “That good?” When he gets a nod, he turns to look. “…Damn.”

She has to know that everyone at the bar is looking at her, but she doesn’t seem to care. Just talks and laughs, flirts with the men and women around her like breathing. Simon never loses awareness of her. She’s in his sight line. But eventually, he’s integrated her into his awareness of the space. She’s a bright spot, but not rowdy enough to cause issues.

And then she passes their table on the way to the bathroom with her friends. She meets Simon’s eyes, gives him a quick up and down look, then winks with a little smirk as she disappears from view.

“What about you, LT?” Johnny’s voice breaks in.

Simon replays the conversation in his mind for a moment. Recruit performance. Lance Corporal Bennett. “Don’t much care for him. ‘S cocky and mean.”

“Good scores,” Kyle points out.

“He talks shit about the others,” Simon counters. “Good scores don’t mean shit if no one wants to work with him. We’ll see how he does with coordinated drills.”

“Now, Bakshi,” Price says, “he’s got promise. Scores are decent, and I can’t find a single person to say anything bad about him. Except Bennett.”

Johnny snorts. “Except Bennet.”

Simon lets the conversation fade away again. The pool tables are getting a bit rowdy without the American and her girl friends to dilute the testosterone. A couple of the boys over there are from the base, and they keep throwing glances over to the 141s table, and a table of other officers across the room. They’re keeping things cool. For now.

Just as chests are starting to puff enough that even Johnny and Kyle are paying attention, the girls reappear and diffuse the tension. The American says something that knocks the wind out of one boy’s sails and laughs as she takes his pool stick. She buzzes a kiss against his cheek, then playfully shoves another guy to rack. Just like that, the energy settles.

Simon lets himself be coaxed back into the discussion, especially now that the topics have strayed away from work. He can’t turn the hyper-vigilance off, but he likes going to the bar with his team. Likes talking books and TV shows with Price and mocking Johnny’s taste. He likes listening to Kyle talk music. He’s entering an artist’s name into his notes app, which is why he doesn’t notice the American strutting over until she’s right between Johnny and Kyle.

“Hey guys,” she says with a grin, leaning onto the table. “I thought about asking if any of you have a light, but my friends are leaving to get laid and the pool boys are boring. Can I hang out here until they lose interest? I’ll buy you a round.”

Price snorts into his whiskey. “They stop buying you drinks, then?”

“All they want to buy is drinks,” she laments, fluttering her eyelashes and pouting. “I’ve had three, but they’re not getting any more interesting. I’d rather have some fries and sit and chat.”

“Pull up a chair, bonnie lass,” Johnny says, which predictably gets the girl cooing over his accent.

She introduces herself as Ericka, an American student working on her Masters. She talks with her whole body, and doesn’t seem to know how to have a conversation without flirting. She hates the gym. She likes riding horseback, and winks at Simon when she mentions it. She “kind of pegged you guys as military. It’s the muscles.” She prefers whiskey over scotch, and her friends were supposed to take her clubbing tonight.

“But Tracy’s boyfriend hates going dancing, and she’s got a spine of a jellyfish,” she says, rolling her eyes. She’s waving a fry for emphasis. “So of course, we ended up here after I dressed up-up. Trust me, I know this is not a casual night at the pub type dress. I didn’t get the change of plans until the uber dropped us off out front. But I guess it turned out alright. I have no idea what kind of music I’d have been subjected to. Devon has shit taste, so I probably dodged a bullet.”

Even with as much as she’s batting her lashes and sending him interested glances, Ericka doesn’t try to make Simon talk more. With the rest of the table, she’s an excellent conversationalist. As he scans the bar again, he listens to her pick up the music topic with Kyle, drawing Price into a light hearted disagreement. Turns to Johnny with a pout for a tiebreaker. Which somehow gets them all into discussion of the best rock and roll genres. She talks, she listens, she engages. It’s refreshing. Most of the Americans they have to deal with are pushy and self-important officers and mercenaries.

Simon’s not above admitting that it helps that she’s beautiful.

After a couple of hours, it’s nearing 1am. Right on schedule, Kyle yawns. “Sorry, sorry. Not a night owl like some.”

“’S late,” Price admits. “Should probably head out. You have a ride home, Ericka?”

“Yeah, I’ll call a car,” she says, easily. “Thanks for hanging out with me, I’ll have to come back some time.”

“If we’re in town, we’re here,” Johnny says, grinning.

Outside, Erikca’s car gets delayed a couple of times, so Simon sends the boys ahead home and stays to wait with her. Price claps him on the shoulder and Johnny gives him an exaggerated wink. Ericka rolls her eyes and shoos them away when their car arrives.

“So,” she says, when it’s just the two of them. “Was I too subtle before, or are you interested in coming back to my place?”

“Barely spoke to you all night,” Simon points out.

“Come over and you can tell me about your tattoos,” she purrs. Then she smirks. “Or not. Up to you. But I figured I’d shoot my shot.”

[Super sexy sex happens here. Probably.]

Monday morning, Ghost sips a fresh brewed travel mug of tea and listens idly to Soap’s chatter on the way to one of the smaller briefing rooms. He’s looking forward to seeing Laswell, who’s on their side of the pond for a change. It’s always good for him to lay eyes on allies and confirm for himself that they’re alive.

It’s a shock, then, when he and Soap open the door to be greeted by Kate in deep discussion with Ericka.

Soap, of course, is more than happy to say what they’re both thinking. “What the fuck?”

When Ericka looks up and sees them, she grins. “Hey there, boys.”

Price and Gaz, when they arrive, are similarly gobsmacked. Once everyone is settled Lazwell stands.

“From your faces, you’ve all met,” she says. “So I won’t beat around the bush. Say hello to your new infiltration asset. Meet Bricks.”

All of them are speechless as Ericka lays four gray USB sticks on the table. They’re all the ones Price had distributed Thursday, with instructions that the keep one on them at all times. Plus an extra one. If Simon had to guess, Gaz was the one to have a decoy on him.

“Bullshite,” Soap says, pulling an identical USB stick from his pocket. “I’ve had mine on me the whole time.”

“Decoy,” Ericka, Bricks, says. “Slide the port out, you’ll see a pink dot.”

Simon pulls his from his pocket, pushes the little slider. Faded, but present, there’s a pink spot of permanent marker. “Fuck.”

“She’s one of the best infiltration assets we have,” Kate goes on. “She’ll be joining you to get information from Jacó Barboza. We have reason to believe he’s the link between Moscow and Rio, which opens the door to Bogotá.”

[shaniacsboogara]

tumblr please help: were the 'ryan bergara is in the new ant man' rumours a real thing or some bullshit generated by my subconscious

[fearthefuzzybear]

[trashworldblog]

theres something so fun about bts tour content filmed in green rooms and it looks like thats exactly what food files is so im very excited

[thegreenhordes]

The loud sounds of more and more Growlers set a fire in Null's head, the aching turns to throbbing as he leans down and rubs his temple hard with the side of his leg. There's too many, the sounds too loud. With the number of Ponies he knows are encamped within the Friendship Castle he is certain most of these Growlers are wanderers from elsewhere. Unfortunate souls who thought traveling would keep them safe. Now they smell him, hear his pained groaning, and they are so very, very hungry.

He hears the voice of a stranger, the sound less odd on his ears than that of the ghostly apparitions that have thus far haunted him. Null forces his head up, vision swimming as he locks eyes with a monster.

Null: There... There's

The throbbing in his skull nearly sends him to the ground. The barrier wavers.

Null: A Watcher... If I try the usual methods... They mean nothing if that- THING- can see me.

It stares at him, menacing and dripping blood from its maw. Sclera stained black and irises a green so bright it hurts to look at. The mouth, affixed in what looks much like a grin, widens as its lips twitch. Another voice reaches his ears as the Infected Pony stalks forward.

Null: Not Enough... My- Nngh- 'Talents' won't defend me in any real way. Not here. My skills are... let's call them forensic based. If it isn't dead already, or- or something small like a- rabbit, flower, anything fragile, my magic either doesn't work or it causes negligible damage.

He rubs his head again, harder this time and with the points of his cloven hoof.

Null: I- I'm sweating, so the Growlers can smell me... The. . . W-Watcher. . . Sees me... And I- I-

Suddenly his world tilts and he thuds to the ground. The pain reaches a crescendo and the barrier cracks through. For the moment it stays standing. But it is oh so fragile. Null: I'm seeing double...

[Fear not, this is too early for the end. Strain your ears, hear what comes.]

[curiouslavellan]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @layalu, ty 😊

@herearedragons got me into Pillars of Eternity recently so I've become a bit obsessed with my Watcher and working on small fics as I play. Have a short bit from my first idea about her making, and then breaking, her paladin oath

It had seemed to Helaine, all of twelve years old and entirely on her own, that the only universal truth of the world was that everyone in it lied.  She decided then that it needed fixing.  It would have been poetic if she’d learned of the Kind Wayfarers through an act of heroism. If a member of the order had saved her from the sort of folks who preferred to drive her away from their villages, or looked after her when they found her alone on the road, perhaps. It would have been the kind of tale that should inspire a girl to pick up a sword of her own.

not sure who's already posted for wip wednesday yet but I'll tag @herearedragons, @calicostorms, @floralprintshark, @veilkeeper, as well as anyone who wants to consider themselves tagged

[teambadam]

Presenting you with my favourite screenshot of episode 4, with absolutely no context

[penelopwgarcia]

tyler: I think this is a sweet comfort house

wednesday: I mean we didn't catch anything in there, do you?

tyler: I think I could be thrown all the way across the room and my first thought would be the wind

wednesday: uhum, pretty windy on here

enid, on her solo investigation, screaming from the attic: I HATE IT HERE I HATE THIS PLACE AAAAAAAAAA

tyler: did you hear anything?

wednesday: I think she's having fun

[struggling-to-be-healthy]

January 3, 2024

I should be in bed. Goodnight friends!

[tasty-littl-snack]

woundtable today sooo excited

[starlightcleric]

I want to finish Baldur's Gate 3 and Rogue Trader, I have barely touched Black Geyser and Gamedec, I have multiple open games of Wrath of the Righteous, one day I should finish Kingmaker, but damn it I'm getting nostalgic for Pillars of Eternity.

[littlekingbergara]

The average viewer, who only follows the YouTube channel will be very confused next week, when there is no new Ghost Files episode. I know it's because of budget reasons, but the way they promote new seasons (or sometimes new shows) is rather suboptimal. The promotion for the new PH season that starts next week is more or less non existent. 😕

i think they made it clear enough in the video itself that this ghost files episode was a special one-off episode and not a season premiere. no different from the branded too many spirits and are you scared episodes that have gone up in the past outside of their regular cycles.

it's true that they haven't promoted puppet history very much but i don't necessarily think that's an issue tbh. it's season 6 of the show and anyone who is subscribed only for puppet history will see it in their subscription feed, and anyone who isn't subscribed and watches puppet history should have it in their recommended. they know it will do well regardless of the promo it does or doesn't get.

i think it would have been more confusing if they had already posted the puppet history trailer considering they had this branded gf episode coming out, since they've always done a trailer either the week before or the week of the premiere date. anyway they'll probably post a trailer on monday for the youtube viewers!

[shaniacsboogara]

a formal apology to anyone who saw me hyping up the new survival mode episode coming out today. it's only tuesday. the amount of baldur's gate 3 i've been playing has absolutely fried my boog brain beyond repair. survival mode out tomorrow.

[fearthefuzzybear]

[trashworldblog]

getting watcher content every day of the weekday has been so crazy and nice i feel so fed and happy.

also r you guys ok thats a lot to make like woagh