#also shes a psionic. sweet

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I kinda wanna ask since reading you dancestor post on what we're the positives of each of the alpha trolls.

They can't have been completely terrible people, especially in the beginning.

Can do!

Damara: Used to be genuinely kind (and we still see her act sweet to the humans, with whom she has no beef). If her party had given literally a single solitary shit about her and tried to be nicer/more inclusive/didn't just stand by and let the bullying happen and stay friends with Meenah, she would've stayed that way.

Witches have great direct control and manipulative abilities over their aspect - it's implied the ultimate culmination of feferi's arc would've been equalizing the lifespans/psionics of all trolls, and jade is terrifyingly powerful even if she wasn't green sun-powered. It's implied that damara directly caused the ectobiology glitch in her session, directly changing Time (while dave and aradia appear to be beholden to its loops), so if she'd self actualized in a good way, there literally would not have been any "point of no return" for her party, and it's why her corruption IS her party's point of no return

Rufioh: He's a genuinely nice guy, he just lets his fear of responsibility fuck him (and everyone around him) way the hell over, and his terror of being the "bad guy" in a situation leads to him being a much much worse guy overall (he can't bring himself to break up with horuss because he reaallly doesn't want to hurt horuss's feelings, so we can assume him not telling damara about the affair is for similar reasons. but inaction is in itself a harmful choice, and to justify the harm he causes by his inaction, he has to dig himself deeper into a hole of shirking responsibility, until he literally starts going "idk why damara's upset" and "you know how she is, jealous and crazy").

Breath is an aspect of leadership, freedom, and independence, and rogues specialize not only in distributing their own aspect, but also in stealing their aspect from other entities in a way that buffs them in the opposite direction (for example, roxy can steal the void from something in order to make it exist). Thus, Rufioh at his best would not only be a leader in a breath-y way, but would be able to steal the breath from people in a way that boosts their unity and group cohesion - like he did as the Summoner. Unfortunately, that would be scary, and would require actually taking a stand on something.

Mituna: He was fucking correct about his team being assholes headed for disaster, and his team definitely should've listened to him! Ultimately, no matter how offensively he worded things, i believe that the fact that he WAS constantly trying to warn his team was done out of genuine concern and a place of care. Unfortunately, his team went "fuck you mituna" and now he has brain damage.

Not only were Mituna's Doom-inspired prophecies something his team definitely should've listened to, but Doom is an aspect associated with commiseration and empathy, in contrast to Life's oftentimes callous focus on solutions, moving forward, and trampling everything in its path. Had he tried to approach his team less from the lens of "you assholes are doing everything wrong, i'm going to call you slurs until you stop" and more from the angle of "hey, tell me about the bad shit that happened to you, let's feelings jam on that and come to a mutual realization that casteism dicks us all over," he probably would've seen more success.

Kankri: I do genuinely believe that there was a part of Kankri, deep down, that did actually care about equality and his friends. We see it peek out when he lists what he likes about Latula, this sincere appreciation for who she is as a person that mirrors Karkat at his best. Unfortunately, in his desire for control and blinded by his massive ego, he instead became a mouthpiece for the worst parts of his society, a binding force of status quo.

We know what Kankri at his best is: the Signless. If he were at all able to get over his Seer-associated massive ego, desire for attention, and self-inflicted blindness (his celibacy), he would be the ultimate guide to a genuinely equal society of kindness and compassion, not to mention healthy interpersonal relationships, as per Blood's provenance over bonds. Blood players possess a natural sense of responsibility, duty, and empathy, which, unfortunately for everyone, for Kankri flipped over into controlling behavior. It's sad, because he could've been good. They all could've been good.

Meulin: Meulin's not a bad person, genuinely; she's more on the side of being screwed over than doing the screwing over, though she does a fair bit of the latter as a result of the former. It's obvious that she came with a lot of Nepeta's better traits, initially - kindness, sweetness, sincerity - but that these have been stomped over, and her own inability to comprehend a healthy relationship has led to her inflicting shitty relationships on everyone else.

Heart governs feelings and the self, and mages can directly invoke a chosen future, although they can only invoke a future they believe in. Meulin as the Disciple is an example of what she could've been for her team - it was her records of the Signless that kept his legacy alive long enough to set Karkat up with a symbol and a lusus. Had she been treated with more kindness, and had people noticed her unhappiness, perhaps she would've been a matchmaker for good, instead of evil, leading her team to show each other more empathy, kindness, and forgiveness.

Porrim: I would call Porrim the most benign of the dancestors, primarily because she doesn't even really seem to know wtf is going on. Her views on feminism are correct, she's generally well-respected, and holds influence within the party. the problem is, she was so blinkered and tunnel-visioned that she mostly ended up being a super-bystander, like i don't even know if Porrim knows about the Damara situation? You'd think she'd say something if she did.

Space has associations with cycles, renewal, and interconnectivity, and Maids are great at managing and doling out their aspect - to the point where a common thread with the other two maids, Jane and Aradia, is this idea of them being "shadow leaders" (as opposed to knights, who take on more frontline/spotlighted roles). Had she been able to get her head in the actual game, instead of running wild on her tangent, she could've effected massive, actual change in her party, keeping them together and united, the center of their interconnected group. Alas.

Latula: Latula's become so entrenched in her shitty facade/quest for "identity" that she can't even acknowledge her own good points anymore. As Porrim points out, she's actually very intelligent and clever, and as Kankri points out, she's genuinely a hemoequalist and doesn't hold prejudices against peoples' blood colors. She's also an excellent judge of character, given her comments on Aranea; it's really too bad about the fact that she's dedicated so much of herself to her "gamer grl" "identity" that these traits have become deeply buried.

Knights struggle with deep insecurity, but are incomparable party leaders when they're able to get over it; Mind players are experts at understanding the chains of karma, cause and effect, cognition and behavior, and influencing outcomes by manipulating the people around them. A knight of mind at full capacity would be an incredible force of party leadership, able to easily mediate between conflicting parties and nudge teammates into working together and doing what the knight wants. Latula never exercises this power, however.

Aranea: A lot like Kankri, I do believe that there's a genuine kindness and compassion buried in Aranea... deep down. She does genuinely want to be helpful, and her exposition is usually factually correct, even if she can't keep her biases and poor judge of character out of them. I refer back to Aranea's explanations all the time, that's how much they actually do help in understanding the world. Unfortunately, those exact biases are the problem, and what a massive problem they turn out to be!

Sylphs are healers, nurturers, and protectors, but they have a massive empathy problem. Aranea's descriptions and showcases of her own abilities mean she 100% could've healed Mituna, Latula, Meulin, and/or Kurloz at any point, at least before they all died, and she chose not to, because she was too busy fawning over Meenah and not giving a shit about the "non-main characters" on her team. Given Light's associations with knowledge and comprehension, I wouldn't even be surprised if she could've endowed Damara with an auto-translator of some sort - if she, y'know, cared.

Horuss: There's... a lot about Horuss that's pretty odious, but at least you can say that he had a lot of genuine talents, and, as a Page, a lot of potential. Huge amount of potential. A lot like Equius, Horuss also does genuinely have a polite and helpful streak in him, though it's, unfortunately, massively tempered by his shitty beliefs - which, again like Equius, are mostly the result of mistaking fetishes for societal truth. If the people around him cared enough to take him to task for his shitty actions and shitty beliefs, he would probably fold like paper. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to do it.

That incomparable potential of a Page, and the simplicity associated with Void, could've made Horuss a deeply stabilizing force in the party, had they nurtured him to grow Void's uncomplicated nature, rather than allowed him to backslide into light-esque overcomplication. A page running at full tilt can overpower even lords - with the power to banish things directly into the void, horuss at full strength might have been capable of just soloing the bosses - especially since the dancestors had no LE to deal with. Alas.

Kurloz: Though they wind up perverted in pretty unforgivable ways, and even before that, were implied to be not particularly healthy relationships, the vibe is that Kurloz did have genuine care and affection for the people he was close to, Meulin and Mituna. This also implies that he was not actually casteist before his turn, especially seeing as he appears to be close enough with Damara that he was able to influence her religious views. He was likely, as with all Princes, a deeply troubled and complicated individual, but he was by no means unsalvageable.

And let's be so fucking for real, Princes kick ass and take names, that is what they are there to do. Rage is the power of literary criticism/impotence, the vital wellspring of revolutionary emotions and the ability to emphasize or deemphasize elements of the "narrative" to influence a desired outcome; honestly, it's probably one of the strongest possible Prince combinations, being capable of destroying not only unproductive ideas and party conflict, but of the concept of narrative impotence itself. literally what could've stopped him?

Cronus: Yeah I'll go to bat for Cronus. If you can look past his shittier actions, he's genuinely one of the most stable and level-headed members of the team. While he is utterly complicit in casteism, unlike the rest of his team, who turn a blind eye, he's willing to just say it as it is, and he's literally the only person on the entire team who's able to make Meenah have misgivings about the Condy's awesomeness/reflect on her own shitty actions. There's a refreshing sincerity to him that's sorely lacking from the rest of his poser-ass team, and it's a positive quality that I wish his team had nurtured, rather than Kankri grinding it into dust in the name of getting into Cronus's diamond.

Bards cause the first flap of a butterfly's wing that cascade into massive karmic victories or defeats, and Hope is a power that makes fake things real, turns impossible things possible, and outright defies the power scale. Had he manifested in a positive direction rather than a negative one, their team would've done some crazy shit. Alas, as-is, he's implied to be the origin of Kurloz's pivotal nightmare, and things only went downhill from there.

Meenah: Granted, I have few kind things to say about Meenah, but I guess objectively, she is "cool". People on her team do genuinely like and respect her, and she is an asskicker objectively, and I do think there are some positive motivations present in her story if you squint - like, I don't disbelieve Aranea when she says Meenah was trying to goad her shitty team into taking action, as this is consistent with what Meenah also says and thinks, but I'd call this motivation "overwhelmingly irrelevant" in light of the genuine cruelty she displayed.

Thieves are provacateurs, shakers of the status quo, and Life is a force of healing and forward motion. If anyone on Meenah's team (besides a Cronus being actively dampened by Kankri) had truly called her out and held her responsible for her bullshit and awfulness, and had she done any introspection and taken any accountability for her terrible actions at all, she may have seen some genuine success in her attempts to get her party to do something - especially given that Life is a healing force, like their Sylph, and if Meenah weren't so fucking selfish, she might've actually been able to do some good.

The thing is, the dancestors have some really solid fucking classpect pairings - while I don't believe there's any such thing as a "bad" classpect pairing, bard of hope, prince of rage, knight of mind, maid of space, rogue of breath, witch of time - these are honestly pretty cracked, and the others on the team are still pretty powerful. Moreover, their life on beforus left very few of them with the brain-breaking trauma that plagues the alternia team, so in a lot of ways, they were set up for success - and they squandered it.

By the time we meet them, they are all at their worst, and there's a tragedy in the fact that you can see the shadows of a really solid fucking team, had any of them chosen kindness and compassion before they reached their point of no return. but they didn't, in any timeline, and now here we are, with an evil time travelling wizard demon of fascism breathing down our necks.

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A Bloody Perspective

Paring: Evie (tav) x Gale

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: My retelling of Volo removing Tav's eye

Before notes: omg hi guyysss haven't posted writing on Tumblr In a minute, how y'all doin. No, but this is just a little drabble about Volo yanking my tavs eye out because tell me why you get your eye ball ripped out right in front of Gale's tent and he says NOTHING. So. I had to change that. Also if you like this and you want to ask abt them my ask box is OPEN!!!

Warnings: none, except a bit of colorful language about optical nerves. If you enjoy please like + reblog! Enjoy!

It was a quiet evening, a well deserved one at that. They had become small heros in their own right after clearing out a horde of goblins, no small feat, but a feat they did accomplish nonetheless. It was the day after, a party having come and gone, and now they were on the move once more. A victory against the goblin cell of absolutest’s was a pale victory in comparison to the road they had yet to travel. They still had parasites writhing and squirming in their skulls, feasting on their optical nerves, offering up psionic powers in exchange for freedom. 

It was that very subject that had Evie’s mind wandering. The paladin had offered to stay back in the camp as the party settled down for the evening, having made their way from The Grove and through the Risen Road with ease, save for small clusters of goblins that had decided to try and kill them on sight. Once they had found a good resting spot, everyone pitched tents. Then, the conversation of foraging and scouting the area had come up, and everyone wanted to go. It was only natural that the tiefling had offered to stay behind to oversee everything so everyone could do as they pleased with their evening. An act of kindness, once again from the woman that had the party, especially a certain wizard, smiling with thanks. 

It was quiet now, and her mind was wondering. She was perched up atop a stoney slab, her tail swaying back and forth in time with her heart. Her hand moved methodically, stitching a hole into one of her companions’ shirts, making sure to upkeep their clothes for them while they were away. It had been crazy few weeks. Going toe to toe with mindflayers, visiting the hells, being infected with parasites, meeting new friends, fighting alongside said friends. Her ginger brows knotted in concern as she sighed aloud, rubbing her thumb over the fabric thoughtfully. 

It was the fighting that made her nervous. Now Evie was usually such a steadfast woman, as warm as the sun, as sweet as a pastry. She had made fast friends with everyone, rather easy to get along with. When they needn't fight, she made sure they didn't, and when they had to, she was a fierce protector. A true paladin of Helm. Though as the woman sat there, in her thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a bit dejected. A whole month without ceremorphosis, a whole month of growing attached to these people, of fighting with these people and yet no closer to a cure… 

“I can't help but notice you look rather downtrodden my dear!” 

A theatrical voice stirred her from her thoughts, her tangerine fiendish eyes lifting. There stood Volo, a bard they had saved from the clutches of the Absolute. She huffed, sitting up a bit straighter with a quaint smile on her lips, dimples prominent. 

“Oh you know, sometimes you just need to take time to take things in.” She replied, attentively sitting the fabrics aside in a pile, making sure her needle didn't get lost before she fully turned her attention to the bard in front of her.

“Oh, I most certainly understand you, my dear! A moment away is a great thing to have, especially for your predicament! And speaking of, I have done quite a bit of research!” 

This brightened the tiefling’s face tenfold, her soft features now lively as they usually were. She knew that Lae'Zel was set on looking for a cure from her people, and Evie wasn't opposed to exploring that option. However, it would be irresponsible of her not to look into every avenue possible, if not for her sake than for her friends who trusted her to lead them through this to a certain extent. 

So, a surge of excitement replaced her feeling of slight despair, and she clapped her hands together, shimmying to sit on the edge of the stoney seat. “Then please! Do share! Anything is better than nothing.” 

“I have discovered a sure fire way of recovering that little bugger from your cranium! If you’d allow me to demonstrate.” 

By the time the demonstration was done, Volo was practically already to Baldur's Gate. He had convinced sweet Evie that he could remove the parasite with the needle she was using, a quick stab and then some healing magic and they’d be on their way to being parasite free. Now, she was a very trusting person, but even she had the intuition not to agree. It was her desperation to be cured after so long that pushed her into an agreement. 

She should have listened to her intuition. 

Growing up on the streets and flourishing into a paladin meant many things, but above all it meant that she had a phenomenal pain tolerance. She hadn't even realized that everything had gone topsy turvy until she saw her orange eye pulled from her socket, the optical nerves dangling like hanging grapes from the Bard's tool. She screamed at the sight, her hand immediately lifting to where her eye once was, the vision completely gone. Upon her reaction the bard laughed nervously, and without a second thought he fled, leaving nothing in his wake but pain and a prosthetic. 

Though in her pain, she had left the prosthetic eye behind, falling from her seat to her knees as she tried to stand. Blood was smudging and smearing fast, her sword toughened palm lifting to wipe at the blood there but it was no use. The scarlet liquid was pouring from her open wound, covering up her grey freckled cheeks with gore. It was then that she began sobbing out of sheer shock, her trembling frame crawling its way from the place of the crime, seeking out her own tent with her vision skewed and bile licking at the back of her throat. 

The sounds of sobs and the tang of blood was thick in the air as the party came back, and the conversation quieted as Astarion stumbled back as if he had been punched. His hand covered his nose, and he grimaced, cursing about the hint of copper in the air. It was almost immediate the way that Gale’s face fell, his head snapping to look at the camp as his legs carried him through the bramble that lined the edge of the clearing they were set up in. He had cut his conversation short in favor for getting to the bottom of the source of copper, his heart pounding. To say he has been nervous to leave Evelyn alone by herself would be a lie, but he knew her to be very capable. 

From the moment the woman had pulled him from the rock with a kind smile, to previously in the week when she had cleaved goblins apart in a fury of holy justice in his defense during their attack on the fortress, he knew this delightful paladin was not one to be shaken easily. So when her anguished sobs filled his ears, his heart sank, and he practically tripped over his own robes to rush to the source of the sound. It was then when he rounded the corner that he saw her, his dearest Evie, struggling to even crawl, her body scraping against the ground, trailing blood. 

His stomach churned and he fell to his knees. Who had done this to her? Who could have ever done this to Evie? She was nothing but kind, and considerate, and incredibly patient given their circumstances. He considered himself incredibly lucky to have met her out of all of their companions after his solitude, and to see her like this had his mind racing in a way he didn't recognize. Without hesitation, Gale reached his arms out, his hands catching on her elbows to sit her up from her crawling position. 

“By Mystra, Evelyn what happened?! Are you alright? I- Who-” For the first time in a very long time, Gale found himself unable to form a sentence, his mind in a panic as their gaze interlocked. The tiefling was inconsolable already, and once her eye fell upon the wizard’s face, pinched tight with concern, a flicker of anger and confusion in his soft eyes, the sobs grew tenfold and she fell into his arms. 

She was such a pillar of a woman, foundationally holding this crew together. Evie had made them eat dinner together, had gone out of their way to spend time with all of them to learn about them, and it always came from such a genuine place of love and interest. In this dark, deary time with so many unknowns, she has been a beacon, and now she was dimming. 

His arms wrapped around her automatically, not minding the way her blood and tears stained his royal plum fabrics into a dark mauve. Gale’s hand, now also trembling, came to cradle her head to his chest through her orange curls. His eyes clenched shut, his nose stingy with the smell of her blood mixed with her orange blossom and vanilla scent, the assault to his scenes making his stomach churn. But he held her, gods, he held his poor friend so very close to him, the Netherese Orb flaring beneath his robes in response to his overactive mind. She had been nothing but kind to him, had given him grace with short-sighted acts of kindness through constant support and artifacts. So as the orb burned him slightly, it was a reminder of how much he had failed in this life, and by the gods, he wouldn't be doing that now. He must do right by her. 

“SHADOWHEART! QUICKLY!” He yelled, soon turning his face back to Evie who was trusting him to hold her. With his hand threaded in her curls, he hushed her gently, the sound foreign to his own ears, but it came to him like a second nature.

“Shhh, shh shh shh, darling…Gods, let me have a look-” 

As he pulled her away to access the damage, her cries became unmuffled, and far more potent, his own heart straining with pain. Evie was starting to get lightheaded, this being rather evident by the way her whole body complied to his movements as if he had her on a string. Clumsily her bloodied hand came to catch on his beard, and Gale swallowed harshly. 

“Gale- Gale, I can't see you I- You’re…You’re half missing, my eye, Gale he took my eye!-” 

“I know!- Shhh I know, I know, we’ll be okay-” He grimaced; gods, he had read many many books in his time, but nothing, not a story ever written compared to the tragedy that was befalling his dearest companion. 

Shadowheart quickly arrived at the tiefling’s side, falling to her knees and quickly assuming position so she could fall into prayer. Gale didn't look away from Evie, he simply allowed himself to be her rock, and the tiefling cozily hid into his chest. The cleric put her hands to Evie's back, bowing her head in prayer. Carefully, the blood stopped flowing, the wound sealed up, but the mental anguish was deep, and the tears refused to stop. 

Now, the entire party was around them, silent as they looked on, not a single expression passive. No, this was a great tragedy, to see their beloved Evie so disheartened. Though it was Karlach who spoke up next, her arms crossed as she started to heat up the area, her infernal engine burning hot as she pieced together the bloody scene. 

“Our intrepid bard is nowhere to be seen- Bloody hells! Evie, babes- Did he do this?-” She asked, a question that Gale found himself wanting the answer to as well, having not been preoccupied with anything but the tiefling. Though now that it was brought to the group's attention, everyone was awaiting the answer. 

“He!- He said he knew how I- I know I- It was stupid I- But I wanted to see maybe- Maybe if there was a way we could all be healed I-” Her voice was cracking, another sob racking through her petite yet toned frame, and Gale held her closer to ground her, his head sitting between her horns. From this angle, he could see Karlach stomp by, Astarion quickly following, and Wyll hot on the two's heels to make sure they didn't actually end up murdering anyone. 

“Fucking bastard!- Come on, he couldn't have gotten far!- Nobody hurts my paladin!” The tiefling cursed, pulling her axe off of her back, singing the ground with every step. 

“Oh goodie, a hunt~” Astarion purred, to which Wyll only sighed about, and with a flash it was like they were gone. 

A beat of silence passed before Shadowheart sighed, starting to stand, brushing off her knees with a frown. “If we are lucky, the three of them will have a successful hunt and the bastard will rue the day he hurt a paladin most beloved. Though, we needn't worry about that. She’s covered in blood, and she needs her eye replaced. Prosthetic was left in the table. If you’d be so kind in handing her over, I'll take her down to the creek and get her ready for bed.” 

Gale arms tightened around her subconsciously, his hand squeezing warmly at her shoulder as he drew her to himself. She was slowing her sniffles, taking in breaths of his librarian-esque smell, her fingers curled into the fabric of his robes tightly as if she couldn't let go. A wave of protectiveness fell over Gale in a way that had him at attention, the two intertwined intentionally. She was seeking out his comfort and he was providing it freely. After such a long time without companions, without conversation, without hints of life, Evie had been a person he naturally fell into line with. They were agreeable from the start and even quicker friends, as if they had known each other for far longer than mere days. He had never met someone like that, never in his years had he had the fortune of having a friend so dear. And Gale would never forsake that bond. He made a vow to repay her kindness in any way disposable to him, and he did so by making her meals, protecting her in battle, reading to her when she was curious about a novel she had grabbed. And he was repaying it now by curling around her, draping over her like a willow treat protecting a nymph with its branches; a gentle sort of protectiveness that was precious as the tiefling herself. 

They were like that for a beat before the wizard sighed. No, he needn’t be so selfish though. Rubbing her shoulders, he pulled back, looking down. He frowned, immediately moved by the sad look drawn up on Evie’s face, his hands cupping her cheeks. Gods, there was so much blood…

“Go with her, dear…I’ll await your return in my tent and if you would like, we can hide away…read your book…” He murmured, trying to do anything to alleviate the weight of her from her evening. To this, Evie nodded, not managing to say much; a rarity considering they were both chatter boxes. And with that she left with Shadowheart, holding her hand as they trailed away. 

Being without her was a new type of torture Gale wasn't fond of. He sat in his tent, in his camp clothes, sitting on his cushioned bedroll. He was staring at the book in his hand, and although the language was one he was well familiar with, the words were Ghukliak to him. He subconsciously worried his lower lip between his teeth, and the tiefling never far from his thoughts. Gods, he didn't know what he was feeling within his chest. It was vast, and worrying, and it felt constrictive. He wanted to blame it on the orb, but that wasn't it. In his mind's eye, he imagined all of their adventures. The way they had laughed more than he had in a whole year within a weeks time, the way she always uplifted him. Evie always referred to him as her wizard boy; it was always ‘Our wizard boy’s got us’ or ‘how are you doing today wizard boy?’. Very endearing. Gods, she was painful endearing. 

He closed his eyes, as he sighed, releasing his lower lip and setting the book on his lap. It had been a long while since he couldn't focus on a text because of his own mind, for books were the only companion he had for a long while. He could clearly make out Evie's face in his imagination. The sweet freckles from her days in the sun, the dimples that adorned her cheeks, the wrinkles that were etched into her skin from how expressive she was still after all these years. Gods, he never wanted to see her smile fade…the ache doubled in his heart, a certain sense of longing about him that made his shoulders drop. 

“Gale?...” 

A long awaited tender voice cut through his thoughts, and the wizard’s head lifted from its dipped position, his brown eyes settling onto Evie. There she was, orange curls free from blood, her skin pure once more. There was a cloth wrapped around her one eye, and she was wearing a nightgown of a darker color. These were the only irregularities, besides how tender she looked, drained from the events. It was often that she would linger in the entrance of his tent, but it was usually far more joyous and playful, not melancholic. 

“Evelyn…” He breathed out, his legs already lifting himself up. The sight of the wizard rising from his comfort, doing nothing to close his book as it slid out of his lap. It was like she had a gravitation pull, like the two of their souls were connecting in a way that they couldn't tangibly observe. The tiefling held out her arms for him, stepping closer to him in anticipation. They met, a soft gust of air coming up between them as their chests kissed. She stood on her tiptoes to accommodate Gale’s height, her arms wrapping tightly around him as he did the same. They swayed slightly to the side, the two entangling easily, naturally. 

“I saw the fear on your face, I'm sorry…” 

“Fear, yes, but for you, not because of you, darling…” 

Gale countered her apologies with understanding, and Evie melted further into his shoulder. Such a sweet embrace was well needed after so much violence. 

“I just…I just got to thinking, about it all…and he said he would help I…I thought maybe…I was being foolish, but…” She shook slightly, her voice breaking; a sign of more tears. His arms immediately tightened, slotting like a puzzle piece around her hips as he nosed at her hair. So many intimate touches and yet neither of them faltered or became coy. There was no double checking or hesitation when holding one another came as easy as breathing. 

“No, don't…Don't do that, Evie…Don't apologize…You are quite alright, dear. You are such…gods, you are such a pillar of a woman, its most remarkable, truly, how you manage to be such a beam of light. You needn't apologize…you slipped up and that's alright…” 

After he reassured her, they stayed like that for a moment. Gale swayed them soothingly, his cheek against the crown of her head as she hid within the column of his throat. They were like that for a long time, wordless and soaking in one another’s warmth. She then patted his back, and Gale nodded, the two coming to sit on his bedroll. She was sitting next to him as he began to read, his voice a low rumble, less animated than usual. It was a lullaby for her, and Evie immediately curled into his side, using him as a pillow to which he offered an arm as a blanket. They were like that for a few chapters before they nodded off; hells, Gale hadn't even been tired before that, but with Evie around, sleep came easily. 

When he woke up the next morning, it was far later than usual. Both of them were early risers, so it was the two of them that usually started to pack up camp to continue venturing. However, that was not happening today. With a groan, Gale shifted, his face screwing shut. Though upon feeling such a comfortable weight draped across him, his bleary eyes cracked open a smidge, his head lifting. It was then that he saw her, Evie’s ginger lock cascading over his chest like the sun itself, her hand curled up beside her face as she used him as a pillow. Her soft snores were a sleepy morning symphony, and her bandage had fallen off with the amount of nuzzling she had done. 

Before he could still himself, Gale’s hand came up to caress through the silken locks. A sigh of relief exited him from the mere feeling, but then, he reached for the bandage. It wasnt bloody, more so acting as a cover for her own sake. Though it was loose, and he didn't want it tangling in her hair. Carefully, the wizard plucked the bandage from her hair, and then he just sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to himself. It had been such a long time since he had tangibly held someone like this in his arms, to feel the mortal weight of a warm body beside him. She was no figment, no she was tangible, real creature of beauty and radiance. 

He sighed as his thoughts evaded him and indulged in doting on her beauty; a habit he was developing as of late. Gale stilled a bit, thinking about the habit as he brought his knuckles to trail lovingly along the curve of Evie's cheeks. Gods…she was beautiful like this, and he never wanted to let her go lest she ever be hurt by another again. 

Though as he absentmindedly caressed his friends tender cheek, her eyes fluttering open. It was then that Gale was greet by her now gaze. One orange iris with a dark sclera and the other a beautiful hazel-green hue. It was a stark contrast and yet it suited her perfectly, as if it had only added to her charming and adoring aesthetics. The tiefling in his arms sighed as she observed his unfiltered admiration, her sleepy haze closing once more as she cuddled close again. She stretched along side him, her ankles cracking and her tail shivering behind her before she laid slack against him again. 

“Morning…” she whispered tenderly, and to this Gale felt his breath hitch. He coughed a little, his cheeks flushing as he responded. 

“Good morning…” 

He could feel the smile on her lips pressed into him and it caused him to smile as well, her amusement at him infectious. Though as she shifted, her moved so her cheek was a long his chest, her eyes opening again. 

“Weird seeing me with a new eye, hmm?” She asked, being light hearted about the obvious change, but there was an edge of uncertainty. Perhaps he didn't like it, and for some reason, that made Evie feel bad. 

“No….no…” Gale murmured, his thumb catching on her cheek once, more cradling her sweet face. In kind, Evie relaxed into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut once more. 

“No it's…it's very suiting. It matches you perfectly. Just as sweet as the rest of you…” He spoke earnestly, and now it was her turn to flush slightly. With a sigh, she nodded. 

“Good, I…I didn't want to look to awful…” 

“Blossom…” Gale whispered the nickname, a term he has perscribed to her while they were sparring a few weeks before. They were bantering back and forth, and he had decided her nickname was blossom. Not quite a flower, for that was too delicate; and petal was too tiny. A blossom was kinetic with lively energy, about to bloom, radiate with life. Even now, as she looked up at him, her renewed gaze trailing over his fond expression, Gale agreed with his previous observation. Gods, what was she doing to him?...

“Yes?...” She replied back, the name striking her right between the ribs with heavy warmth. Gods, she remembered the first time her darling wizard had called her that, and it made her feel so…special. Unique…adored. 

“I don't think you could ever look awful…ever…your soul is far to radiant for that…to precious.”

The smile that he got in response was positively coy and he couldn't help but grin sleepily, a chuckle escaping him as he squeezed her tight. Evie began trailing his chest with her claw, and he felt warmth blossom in himself in turn. 

“Mm…you’re too sweet~...”

Closing notes: thank you for reading!! If you enjoyed, please let me know I adore interacting with people and I love these two it makes me want to explode!! Okay bye!!! 🧡🧡🧡

[sparklygummybear]

updated nouvel design i sped thru as u can tell by the state of her hands lmfao

lore stuff below

uhh with her mythological role as the maid of life she was unfortunate to have had a life-threatening condition from the alternian sun as a young troll which caused her to be raised more separately from her fellow purplebloods. even after recovering she was ignored in her caste hence her adoption of the mime act to fit in with them while also coping with her own insignificance

what casts her out from her fellow purplebloods a bit more is her more merciful nature towards lowbloods (though she cuts the heads off of any caste when she feels like it…)

her seal lusus is sweet like her though unintentionally ignorant to nouvel, often ditching out of nowhere. she accepts nouvel’s mime act and teaches her how to balance a beach ball on her nose.

due to her previous condition she lives in a dark, pale area with rampant shadow droppers aka undead zombie-like creatures. they cause her a great deal of anxiety but they’re the gateway to mastering the chucklevoodoos she uses to communicate with her psychic matesprit and moirail.

her matesprit, who goes by the name of braman, is a telekinetic rustblooded heir of hope who runs a corndog stand. she often accompanies him and juggles corndogs near his stand. she’s killed threatening higherbloods for him.

her moirail is nektar, a half-blind psionic goldblooded knight of light who runs a small farm and is a beekeeper. their moirallegience involves nektar alleviating her dark nature and nouvel keeping him from harming himself.

her updated strife specibus is branchkind, which is an innocuous double that can turn into a scythe.

[shoegazingmonad]

The 'THANKS FAG' doubles as a thank you to Vriska and Future Vrissy (adamantGriftress). If 8r8k is foreshadowing this Totality, which is now looking pretty likely, then Vrissy might have some kind of major role in it the same way Vriska does. When Vrissy walks in on Gamzee and Vriska doing it, they both scream in a way that reminds John of his dreams. And in the dream we actually get to see, there's a glimpse of an unspecific pair of lips and fangs reused from Vriska's in 8r8k.

Though what really makes me suspect this comes from this conversation and the prison segment. Vrissy's face is obscured in the speech bubble, on an all black background. In the next panel there's a scribble to show Harry's frustration, but the similar placement just makes it look like her icon is twisting in on itself. Vrissy isn't responding because she's in prison, and back on the first page of that upd8 it asks her 'What will you do?', the same phrase Vriska was repeatedly asking whilst she was in The Point. It also emphasizes that she's 'alone' - with Vriska's presence tagged on like it's irrelevant.

And metaphorically, she is alone. Vriska doesn't actually do anything to assist Vrissy or interact with anything in a way that suggests she's even physically present, and she's literally sat in the some spot the pumpkin is in Jailbreak, whose presence is constantly being called into question. Vrissy's the one who manipulates the guards and gets herself out of there. It's more like Vriska is acting as a ghost here, whilst Vrissy performs a subtle recreation of what seems to be her leaving The Point in the far future.

Jane even calls into question whether it'll be Vrissy or Vriska going into The Point whilst Vriska is snooping around. The next panel then shows her pointing at it whilst an unspecified Vriska's face is overlaying it. Other little details include Vrissy replying to Harry and saying he can't 'Survive a Singular Goddamn Second without Me', like a second singularity (which is a name Calliope uses for the plot point) has just occurred, and she's here to rescue him, similar to Vriska in 8r8k. She also calls the prison a 'high-security 8lack site' (more black holes), and speaking of 8r8ks, she mentions a 'Psionic 8r8kthrough' and that she's 'taking a 8it of a 8r8k' right after escaping.

Anyway, The Point is she can't W8 to try this shit (her newly aquired powers) on Everything! And also that she can't wait to Torment Tavvy infinity-fold. Which is another noteworthy topic: Tavvy's obviously going to do some crazy black hole related bullshit later on, and there's already good reason for why he might go helltier (all them damn falls...) so maybe this is the answer to the sprinkler mishap.

Gamzee descends three times; Outside the door to the school, after Tavvy pauses in the hall, and when he gets stuck on the sprinkler. Before the last fall two things happen - Gamzee's body hits and displaces an exit sign, falling with it's arrow pointed straight down as though their escape is downwards (hell). Then they get sprayed with water that resembles milk. Gamzee uses milk for 'redemption', so they should be getting redeemed of something, and the fire alarm sounding immediately after indicates there's supposed to be a fire present, which there's plenty of when Vriska goes helltier. Emphasis on the hallways and the grayscale architecture kind of make the school look like the meteor too.

194 brings up a couple Point related topics, that Vrissy is 'Over The Fucking Moon' which Vriska literally is in 8r8k. She calls the sequences of events that happen at the school the 'The Picture of Gr8tness incarn8!!!!!!!!' so yeah I do think this is what they're getting at. Sweet.

I should probably be comparing this to the pepsi upd8 though if the jailbreak is a retelling of Vrissy's future ascension, since the stuff that happens in each is pretty similar. Yiffy and Tavvy both end up entering a vent (compared to the fenestrated planes the audience watch through) and spy on Rose, Jade and Kanaya. They're 'becoming the audience' here so there's some meta stuff going on beforehand. Tavvy then falls through the ceiling with a CRACK, and in John's anime dream the Totality (that I've already theorised Tavvy will be the cause of) start with a crack. This probably means that his own 'ascension' is the cause of the Totality. Yiffy isn't visible afterwards despite being the instigator so I presume this is something Tavvy'll do alone but Yiffy may have prompted it to some degree.

[wee-chlo]

Gale asking mindflayer!Durge if they'd ever thought of eating his brain. Durge is silent for long enough that Gale worries it was a rude question.

Then Durge is like Gale, you're an incredibly intelligent, well-read wizard who's traveled extensively and lain with the literal goddess of magic. Of course I've thought about eating your brain. Eating your brain would be absolutely delightful.

"Oh," Gale says, torn between being flattered and being mildly horrified.

Of course, I never would, Durge says firmly. I'd rather throw myself into the Grymforge than hurt you. But you'd be very filling. And delectable.

"I see." Durge is quiet, and Gale assumes that the conversation is done.

I've also thought about... well... Durge fidgets with her hands, and Gale opens his mind a little to feel the anxiety. Muted by the alien nature of Durge's mind, but present nonetheless.

"Go on," Gale says encouragingly. "Judgement free zone, as always, my love." A pulse of affection, a cool, rubbery hand giving his own a squeeze.

I was always going to outlive you, Durge begins. I was a half-elf, and not old. You are human and you were... late thirties, when we met? On average, you had approximately fifty to sixty years left, barring any magical acts to increase longevity. As a half-elf, my average lifespan would be near one hundred and fifty years.

When I became a mindflayer, the clock reset, so to speak. If I remain on the material plane, where time is reasonably linear, I'll live approximately one hundred and twenty-five years.

Here Durge pauses, and Gale can't bring himself to interrupt. Because while the voice that echoes in his head is fairly flat, monotone as ever, the emotions rolling off of her that he senses psionically are agony. Grief, terror, anxiety.

When you die, she continues. I have no idea what I'll do. You've always been... well, when I was a half-elf, I was also a Bhaalspawn. When I wanted to make the right decision, I couldn't trust myself. So I'd look to you. If you approved, I knew I was doing the right thing. Because you're a good person.

She says it so simply. So frankly. As if it is a given, a fact of life. The sky is blue, fire is hot, Gale Dekarios is a good person.

It's not fair to you, she said, nonsensically. But it has always been that way. And now, I am most... myself when I'm with you. There are times when I feel like a liar. Like I'm tricking you all into believing the person who you loved is still here. But with you, I feel like myself. Like it isn't a trick.

When you're gone, what will happen? Will I forget what it means to be me? Will one day I go to visit Astarion or Lae'zel or Halsin and and they'll realize they're talking to a stranger?

"Darling," Gale says. Durge pauses, waiting for him to continue, but he finds that he can't. He doesn't know what to say.

When I consume the brains of humanoids, small pieces of them remain, Durge continues. For example, I find the taste of certain herbs have changed. You use one frequently that now tastes strongly of soap.

"You could have mentioned that!" Gale says, alarmed. "That's the coriander; I could have-"

I am not finished, Gale. It's gently said, but Gale shuts up as swiftly as if she'd covered his mouth with her hand.

I... have often wondered if the effect would be stronger with someone who I share a strong bond with, she continues. Shadowheart, or...

"Me," Gale supplies, because he can tell Durge is close to shutting the conversation down from sheer emotion.

It's silly, she says. Monstrous.

"It's sweet," Gale says. "And not... necessarily something I'd be opposed to, when the time comes." Durge stares at him, alien eyes unblinking, mind shut tight. He has no idea what she thinks of that.

Tara would not be pleased, she says at length, and Gale snorts.

"She knows us. We're both mad, for each other and in general. I doubt she'd be surprised." Durge says nothing for a long while, fingers tapping arrhythmically against his hand.

If you could stop using the coriander, I would appreciate it.

"Consider the herb banished from the kitchen forthwith."

[tunarath]

Kith’rak Ilu

1. [CHARACTER INFO]

OC NAME: Ilu

OC PRONOUS: She/Her & He/Him

AUTHOR: @tunarath

2. [DIALOGUE]

1. Greeting message:

Greetings, ra’stil. Is there something you need?

2. Identify yourself:

I am Kith’rak Ilu, knight of the planes, and one of Vlaakith’s most loyal… Ha! Almost fooled myself with that one.

3. Tell me about your Creche:

Hmph.

4. I need to know how you fight:

I prefer to fight with my silver sword, but any two-handed weapon will do, if for some reason my sword is missing in action. I am also deadly proficient in psionics.

5. Can I ask a more personal question?

If you must.

6. What is your relationship with the divinity?

I place no trust in the divine. When you have lived as long as I have, and have experienced the things that I have, the gods seem less competent with each passing moment. They will ignore your cries for help, and turn on you in an instant. Remember that.

7. What do you usually do in your free time?

I assist the younger dragons in their training. It’s hard work, and not very rewarding, but what it lacks in personal fulfillment, it makes up for in excitement. I also translate various texts I gather from the material planes into tir’su when I’m feeling particularly bored.

8. What is your life goal?

To live in an age where I can retire to a small corner of the Astral and spend the rest of eternity unbothered by nosy subordinates. But for now, I will continue to fight for as long as I am needed.

9. How is your relationship with your allies?

I treat my allies with respect, so long as they understand who they are speaking to. I am not here to be anyone’s enemy. 

10. Do you have someone special in your life?

I suppose I do, even if he can be quite the irritating thorn in my side. Ki’lath and I have known each other for countless millennia, though our… intimate relationship is rather recent. Still, there is no one I trust more.

11. Say something you would never do, and why?

Ever since my beloved was murdered, I cannot bring myself to bond with another dragon. Quelsyndras was my sun, my stars, and everything in between. We met outside of Tiamat’s pact aeons ago, atop a snowy mountain. I heard of her legend, and sought her out for her aid in a battle that would have cost the lives of my entire squadron if I failed to persuade her. By some miracle, she stuck around after that, and even granted me the privilege of riding her when I became a knight… Ah, I will not bore you with my drivel any longer.

12. What is a perfect day to you?

Sitting and enjoying the company of those who are close to me. Perhaps a bit of friendly sparring as well, though sparring circles are not as appealing to me as they once were.

13. How do you celebrate a victory?

With a lot of sweets and a long, uninterrupted nap.

14. How do you deal with defeat and losses?

Lose? I do not lose.

15. How do you think you will be remembered after death?

Hm… I imagine I will be remembered for my ludicrous endeavors, such as throwing a ghaik head at Vlaakith when I sought acceptance into the Astral. I still wonder why I was allowed to keep my own head after that.

3. [GRAPHICS]

4. [BONUS RESOURCES]

@vikintor

[chouettecrivaine]

BREAKING THE DAWN - an OC introduction template link - @youngmrclaus lark art cred qilan belongs to @yuechicake lark exists in the @shepherds-of-haven universe!

Lark has gone through a ton of lore upheavals and additions, so I decided a reintroduction was in order! and also this template was beautiful so i had to use it :3c I also wanted to see how her backstory diverted from the canon story with her soulmate Qilan thrown into the mix!

(Having trouble reading? This post is transcribed beneath the cut!)

LARK VAN LAAST

CALL SIGN - dawnbreaker

AGE / SEASON - mid 20s / winter

GENDER / PRN - female / she / her

SEXUALITY - bisexual

TRAINING - self-taught

OCCUPATION - commander

RACE - hunter-mage

"

They are singing all around you

With heavy shovels holding earth

You're being buried to your neck...

Being buried quite alive now

The Antlers, Epilogue

"

HEIGHT - 5'5 (165cm)

COMPLEXION - very fair

DETAILS - scattered freckles (all year)

HAIR COLOR - navy blue (white streak on her right side)

EYE COLOR - stormy gray

EXTRAS - wire rimmed glasses (when not on duty)

Lark wears her straight, shoulder-length hair in a milkmaid braid style to keep it out of her face. If she’s really in a pinch, she’ll put it in a bun, but she rarely lets anyone see her with her hair down unless there’s an emergency in the middle of the night.

Her skin is pale enough that she almost looks bloodless, though she can easily blush. She has freckles dotting her entire body, even during the winter months when there isn’t much sun.

She carries two swords; her main, typical broadsword and a smaller xiphos style sword for closer combat and emergency situations. She is a psionic mage with an affinity for bewitchments and enchantments.

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POS. TRAITS - sweet , patient , loyal / NEU. TRAITS - quiet , gloomy , clever / NEG. TRAITS - wily , self-sacrificing , hesitant

ALIGNMENT - neutral good

TEMPER - gentle

LIKES - birds, needlework, cold weather

DISLIKES - lies, raucous taverns, plans for the future

GOALS - To rid the world of the demons that lurk in the shadows, purging the land of all the parasites that bleed the life from those foolish enough to get close - even if she believes herself to be such a parasite, too.

After spending so much time alone and watching tragedy befall those around her, Lark eventually withdrew into herself and stopped making efforts to form strong bonds with others. She remained polite and helpful, but also cold and detached. She is a pack animal at heart, though, and dreads how easily her icy defenses can be melted.

Lark has developed a bit of a silver tongue and is an expert liar, but she can not stand when others try to fool her in a non-survival situation. She is frequently underestimated and assumed childish for her kindness and goodwill, which often erases her struggles and her capabilities. She can smell a lie from a mile away and cuts those people off before they can start - she’s much less fragile than others think.

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AESTHETIC - spirit animal / AESTHETIC - element / AESTHETIC - flower / AESTHETIC - weather / AESTHETIC - texture

BACKSTORY

Lark spent most of her time in Maj running errands for the villagers who couldn't leave their work and taking lessons with each of them in the hopes of becoming a well-rounded leader one day. Her favorite skills are embroidery and the musical instrument taught to her by the village grump. She also takes care of her father’s chickens and hands the eggs out every morning. The village is dusty and far from well-off, but the people are kind and know how to celebrate their harvest, whether it be meager or bountiful.

After the destruction of Maj, she fled, unable to take the sorrow and guilt. She had no real direction, hoping instead for some mercy and perhaps a guiding hand. Instead, she was lured into servitude by a cruel Norm merchant. He ran a shop peddling antiques and oddities and blamed the various Diminished indebted to him for the failing business. He was prone to anger and wasn't afraid to punish them in ways that endangered their lives. Shortly after Lark arrived, she experienced the “mysterious disappearance” of one Diminished who dared to disobey. Another Diminished, a Wilds mage named Damiane, took Lark under her wing and became a sort of mother figure for her. Years ago, Damiane had taken a loan from the merchant to get medical care for her child, who unfortunately ultimately passed away. She stayed in his care to pay off her debt and bc she doesn't have any more family to go back to. Through her tutelage, Lark learns that she has an affinity for birds and begins to communicate with them.

Lark is eventually told to frame two twin Diminished wind mages, Calder and Inia, for stealing from the store, thus trapping them under the merchant's thumb. Inia is immediately suspicious of Lark’s involvement in the scheme, but Calder treats her gently. He is the one who teaches her to put her hair up in milkmaid braids. However, the twins don't take orders or instructions easily, and when the brother eventually gets sick, the merchant refuses to provide medical care for him as punishment. After Calder passes, his sister eventually enacts her revenge by setting the shop (and apartment upstairs) on fire. Lark barely escapes after Damiane pushes her into the street at the last second, trapping herself inside.

Lark ran from town and made a living by settling for a short while and selling embroidery and outfit repairs. Eventually she hid away in a large town and took up a guard position in front of a jewelry store. Working with her was a ket mage named Airell. He had the same stoic attitude as is typical of most with Ket blood, but he warmed up to her and agreed to teach her how to properly use a sword. As such, her swordsmanship is a combination of basic Ket techniques and an unrefined defense of a rural girl. The owner of the store was nice enough to Lark and Airell, but his son was a problem child. Airell eventually learned that the son planned to rob the store and frame the Diminished guards in a ploy to cash in on his father. Knowing the owner would never forgive them for harming his son to stop the crime but would also believe if his son said they robbed the store, Airell gave Lark false orders to wait at the town gate for a shipment while he apprehends the son. Airell is detained as a result of trying to stop the heist, and the son managed to frame him for part of the crime. The owner fired Lark, knowing she was close to Airell and no longer trusting her.

She then took up mercenary work, protecting merchants and traveling caravans. Finally, she has withdrawn inside of herself, keeping to herself as most employers want and parting upon reaching the caravan’s destination. On one of these missions, she met a mage named Qilan. This mage was private, just as she was, but Lark could tell that they had a similar story. For the first time since her thirteenth birthday, Lark felt content and at ease - though she didn’t dare speak these feelings out loud. She and Qilan share a brief relationship until they part ways…but they eventually meet again when they are both contracted to protect Prihine on the way to her wedding.

Lark doesn’t have much of a chance to reconnect with Qilan, but the same draw between them is there. When a demon breaks into the wedding, Lark is inexplicably pulled to reach out and grab Qilan’s hand as they both say a Word of Power, successfully saving both Prihine and Caine as they stop the demon. That is how they learn (partially, at least) that they are soulmates, and that their shared Words are stronger when they are cast in tandem.

[eternally-sugary]

They all mean so much to meeeeee. I also think Trish has the energy where she would in fact. Put on a feather boa and lead all the children into the kitchen to make them pancakes. They are her psionic warriors (she isn't letting any of them cook. She is practising kitchen safety don't worry.) Yes it is the middle of the night and yes she started a singalong to Ninety Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall.

Awwww, she is like their big sister or something like that that is so sweet :3 - Jay

[unholyblud]

 ❝ I’m old . very old . so I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you . ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :   nyx    ››   personification / goddess    ››   hazal filiz kucukkose 

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ how like a goddess she smiles : beautiful & sweet & ready to rip out your heart , the woman is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma , she knew what it was like to be used ; to believe in something that gave her false hope , darkness does not always equate to evil ; just as light does not always bring good . ⸻

BASICS ⸻

mortal name : talia yildiz.

title / s : the dark priestess , goddess of night and hellhounds , personification of the night , mother night .

sworn  allegiance  : herself / her children.

divine duties  : bringing night to the earth , balancing the day and night , controlling time + dreams , prophecy.

age  :  thrity-six / ageless.

orientation  :  cis - woman  /  bisexual.

status  : unmarried.

spoken  languages  :  versatile / all of it

abilities  : darkforce manipulation + psionics.  

MENTAL ANALYSIS ⸻

positive : formidable , fervent.

negative : indifferent  ,  morally-questionable.

moral alignment : chaotic good.

deadly sin : lust.

element : darkness.

emotional stability : its there.

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked.

drives / motivations : herself / her children.

PHYSICALITY ⸻

hair  color  : black.

eye  color  : brown.

height  : 5′8.

weight  :  125lbs.

build  : slim and toned .

scent : white gardenias + eucalyptus

HISTORY   ⸻

before there was anything, there was chaos and then darkness or ‘night’ and it was there that Nyx came to be . as shadowy figure, Nyx stood at the beginning of creation , Older than time itself , she is an an incredibly powerful divine being . so powerful and terrifying, that many Giants and Titans fear her . Yet , despite having the powers to overtake olympus itself and zeus , she was not interested in ruling or playing about childish games . instead , nyx devoted herself to her works , her children , and lover . 

each night Nyx would emerge from her cave within Tartarus would block out the light , bringing night and darkness to the world . The next morning Hemera would then emerge from Tartarus, and sweep away the darkness of night, and Nyx would return to her abode. Thus mother and daughter were never in the same place at the same time .

unlike the other gods and goddess , there were no known temples of Nyx . She was considered both too incorporeal and too unlike humans to have little care over what they did . which were true in some cases . Yet she heard some prayers that came to her during the night of those with murderous intent in hopes not to get captured or be discovered and often times would help . 

while she never cared about a change in life and didn't minded her life as it was , nyx only came to the city because of her children. making a name of her many companies , being a faceless powerhouse , nyx succeeded over the years and had become very influential . even in the underworld and darkest part where illicit dealings and business happens . she owns museum / an auction house to which you can always find her in . being its curator .

when zeus disappeared it was simply another Friday to her and continued on .   

HEADCANONS ⸻

nyx has a bad habit of not knowing boundaries or when things are appropriate . an example : nyx has taken off her clothes in front of people when asked by a friend to try something on at the store rather than go in the fitting room .

Nyx is powerful , so much so that even Zeus wouldn’t cross her. She’s both feared and respected as one should be given not only her role but how long she’s been around for . While not many of the gods and goddesses want to deal with her wrath ( which would take a lot to get her angry ) , contrary to popular belief  she’s also a calm and kind goddess . It all matters on how you act and behave . Nyx can be patient but only for so long until she eventually puts her foot down . ( basically : you fuck around , you're gonna find out . )

she has a vault/armory in which she can only enter , in that armory she holds / has been collecting many artifacts and objects such as ; the apple of discord , pandora's box , the golden fleece , the pelt of the Nemean lion , etc.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ⸻

employees

exes

lovers

enemies

the unexpected confidant : although they are far different , they ended up connecting for a specific moment (to be agreed) and your muse became someone in whom nyx trust and your muse trusts as well. it is an unlikely relationship, but your muse sometimes seeks nyx out to talk or spill their guts.

silent admirer : your muse is serious and committed to his place , but nyx is a presence that fascinates and even though he keeps his distance, he watches her from afar with admiration. she has already noticed and sometimes, she teases him not so discreetly for fun.

hate is a fine line : muse accused nyx of something she didn't do. they are convinced she had sabotaged something or simply found it easier to blame a changeling for something.

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Moving Night Blues

"Welp, here we are. Hiveblock sweet hiveblock," Corali said as she unlocked the door of her apartment. Thiomi stood close to her and looked around warily. The area was on the rough side, and she was more than a little worried for her moirail's safety despite Nacre's assurance that Corali would be more or less safe. Not that she really needed to worry considering Corali was able to fight trolls several castes above her, especially if her secondary psionics activated.

As Corali entered and flicked the lights on, Thiomi took one last look down at her lusus on the ground floor of the complex and hoped no one tried to hurt her while she was inside. She may be fast and big as a truck, but she was no more of a fighter than Thiomi herself. She squeaked in surprise and jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she whirled around to be greeted by Corali grinning with her hands help up in front of her.

"Whoa, 's just me, li'l miss ma'am. Don't tell me yer that scared just bein' here. Meemaw's gonna be fine, an' so'r you. Now come look around with me, yeh?" Corali asked and gently ushered her inside. Thiomi fussed with the sleeves of her sweater for a moment before looking around the modest one-bedroom hiveblock.

The space was sparsely furnished, so much so that calling it furnished felt like a stretch. The only furniture present in the living space was a modest dining room table with a couple of chairs. No couch or coffee table, no microwave, not even carpet or a rug. Corali ran a hand through her hair as she looked at her new home with a blank expression while Thiomi wore a disapproving grimace.

Corali looked down at the smaller woman's expression and put an arm around her shoulder. "Aw c'mon, don't look so sour. 'S normal fer hiveblocks ta be empty when ya move in. Where d'ya think we are, the highblood district? Honestly, the table an' chairs is more'n I was expectin'."

"I know, but... I mean, when you s-said Nacre was s-setting things up for you, I assumed more would be done, that's all. It took s-so long, and it's just a table and chairs," she complained as she continued to look around the mostly barren space. Corali gave an amused "Pfft" and ruffled Thiomi's hair.

"Beggars can't be choosers, miss ma'am. I asked her fer a place, an' she got me one. 'Sides, I don't mind it at all. Means I get ta make the place look how I want instead a havin' it decided fer me," Corali reasoned and walked further into the apartment. Thiomi sighed and followed behind her. At least it's clean, she thought as she dragged a finger along the kitchen countertop.

The rest of the apartment took less than a minute to peruse. The bathroom was small but functional for one person. The sink was in the open in its own section while the toilet and shower/tub were behind a door. Across from the bathroom was the bedroom occupied by a single recuperacoon in the corner of the room near the bedroom window.

Corali frowned at the sight of a recuperacoon rather than a bed. The slime looked fairly fresh, and the size was large enough to accommodate a troll of her stature, but she still sighed in disappointment at the sight of it. She didn't even try to hide the wince and the grimace that plastered itself on her face.

"Prolly shoulda told Miss Nacre I ain't a 'coon user," she mumbled and pulled two suitcases and a backpack from her sylladex to sit on the floor near the closet. The thought of being completely or even partially submerged sent an aggressive shudder up her spine. That'd have to go ASAP. "Guess I'ma be sleepin' at the table fer a li'l while."

"The closet is a good s-size, at least," Thiomi remarked from inside. There was plenty of space allocated of hangers and a small column of open storage shelves. The electric heater for the apartment also being in the closet wasn't ideal and took quite a bit of space, but, well. Beggars can't be choosers.

With an "Arright, let's get started" from Corali, the two women set about unpacking the small amounts of luggage Corali brought with her. Only one of the suitcases, the smaller of the two, contained her clothes: A couple of work uniforms, some casual clothes, her workout clothes, and a set of pajamas Thiomi bought for her. The backpack was mainly necessities such as her hair brush and comb, hand soap, dish soap, shampoo and conditioner, wash cloths, her toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, and toiler paper.

The second and largest suitcase was full of items Thiomi insisted on buying for her to make the place feel more like a home: a dish and silverware set, food seasonings, pictures of her loved ones, a throw blanket, a stuffed mole plushie that was meant to represent her lusus, an unwelcome mat, some scented candles, and DVDs of a couple of her favorite movies.

It took all of forty-five minutes to unpack and put away everything, afterwards Corali ordered a pizza -- Half meat-lovers and half vegetable supreme -- and soda from the nearest pizza place and had it delivered.

"So whatcha think, miss ma'am? Ya warmed up ta the place any now that it's a li'l less barren?" Corali asked with a smile before taking a large bite of hot pizza which she then spit out with a "Fuck me!" then just about inhaling a large swig of soda. Thiomi laughed and waited for her slice to cool down a little.

"I guess it's not... s-so bad. I s-still think there s-should be more here with how long you waited," she answered and took a modest sip from her glass. Corali rolled her eyes as she fanned her tongue sticking out of her mouth cartoonishly.

"Ah hol' you ith hot a bihg dheal," she said still fanning her singed taste buds before picking up the bite she spat out and plopping it back in her mouth. Thiomi only responded with a sigh and took another drink. The casual air soon turned thick with discomfort and tense from words not being said as silence settled between them. The pizza and soda could only be a distraction for the rust for so long before she picked up on the change in atmosphere. She stared at Thiomi with a raised brow.

"What's the matter? If yer still sore about how empty the place was, don't be. I can buy my own furniture an' niceties an' all that jazz. Expectin' the place ta have all the bells an' whistles is unreasonable," Corali said before taking a tentative second bite of pizza. Thiomi fussed with her sleeves under the table and looked down at her untouched pizza. With a bite of her lip, she looked back at Corali.

"C-can I... Can I s-stay with you today?" she finally asked. The rust chewed more slowly and thoughtfully as she stared her moirail down in search of a motive for her question.

"Ihf yer whorried abhout the arhea-- Fuck, hold on," Corali started to say with her mouth still full before finally swallowing so she could continue unabated, "If yer worried about the area, y'shouldn't be. I can more'n defend myself against anyone'r anythin' that tries comin' through that door."

"It's... i-it's not that," Thiomi confessed and looked away again. "We've been living together for perigees, and before that we s-spent a few perigees with Dantli. I haven't been alone, actually alone, s-since everything happened, and now... now you're leaving, and I'll be all by myself in my hive, and... I'm s-still s-so s-scared.

"I know you keep s-saying the trouble with Joclyn is over because s-she's left us alone for s-so long, but what if that's her plan? To leave us alone long enough that our guard's down s-so s-she can cause trouble again? I s-still keep replaying what happened -- My kidnapping, being held hostage, being tortured and dumped, the two weeks in the hospital! I-I-I can't s-stop thinking about it!

"It's been s-six perigees, but it s-still feels like it was only a few nights ago for me! I-- I can't do this!!"

Thiomi curled in on herself crying and starting to hyperventilate from panic. Corali knocked her chair to the floor as she stood up and hurried to her side. It only took a second for Thiomi to latch onto her and cling to her like a frightened child hugging her security blanket. Corali, having no idea what to say to quell her panic attack, moved to sit on the floor with Thiomi now in her lap.

"'S alright, Thiomi. I gotcha. I gotcha," Corali said and held her close. They stayed hugging each other until Thiomi managed to calm down half an hour later, though not even a crowbar could separate her from Corali. Corali mentally cursed, not sure if Thiomi's therapist was dropping the ball dealing with her anxiety, or if (more likely) Thiomi still wasn't being fully honest with her and let this paranoia fester.

Whatever the case, she was tired of being useless when it came to the emotional aspects of being a moirail. Sure, holding her and offering reassurances worked in the short-term, but it wasn't fixing the core issue. It was just reapplying bandages to an open wound that refused to heal. There had to be something--

That's when it hit her, a solution so obvious she wondered how Thiomi didn't think of it herself.

"Y'all don't feel safe in yer hive on account a Joclyn knowin' she can find ya there, right? Why don'tcha just move inta Dantli's hive? Ain't no way a troll can get through that gauntlet a traps he got set up, an' if they do he'll die b'fore he lets someone so much as tap ya on the shoulder with ill intent. I can't think a no place safer, an' ya know he'd be happy as a pig in mud ta have ya there."

Thiomi went silent as she mulled over the suggestion in her head.

"That s-sounds like a good idea, but... but that's s-still just hiding from my problem instead of resolving it. Kamava--"

"Kamava don't know about none a this, does she? At least not all of it," Corali asked, and the feeling of Thiomi stiffening against her was all the confirmation she needed. With an exasperated sigh, she placed her metal hand on Thiomi's head and gently rubbed the base of her horns. "Thiomi, ya know I love y'all ta the moons an' back, but if y'ain't gonna be honest with yer therapist an' tell her all a what's wrong, what're ya even payin' her fer?"

"... I know," Thiomi said so weakly Corali barely heard her. Corali started to gently push Thiomi off her so she could look her in the eyes. It took more than a little coaxing for the gesture to be allowed, and even then Thiomi wouldn't look at her face. Corali removed her hand from atop her head and used it to tilt her head up to look her in the eyes.

"Yer right. Movin' in with Dan ain't fixin' the problem, but yer way too paranoid ta be left alone in yer hive, so until ya tell yer therapist all this an' let her help ya -- An y'all will be tellin' her all this an' lettin' her help ya -- make it easy on yerself. Once y'ain't a paranoid mess anymore, just move back in. Promise me yer gonna do that, 'kay?" Corali told her and removed her hand from her hand to hold up a pinky. Thiomi, diluted olive green forming in the corners of her eyes, held up a pinky and intertwined it with Corali's.

"I promise I'll tell Kamava everything, for real this time. No more holding back," she said ashamedly, and the two shook on it.

"Good. Now let's get back ta our cold pizza an' warm soda," Corali stated jokingly and slowly stood up and helped Thiomi onto her feet as well. She looked toward the front door. "We're gonna have ta find some kinda way ta get meemaw up them steps an' through that door if yer stayin' the day 'less ya want the undead ta get her."

"I think s-she can get through if we both push from the other s-side."

"Why couldn't ya have a dog-sized lusus, miss ma'am?"

"I didn't choose her, you know, hehe."

"Excuses. If she breaks my door frame, yer explainin' what happened ta maintenance, an' unlike yer big softy matesprit ya can't just bat yer li'l eyes at them an' make 'em fergive ya."

"Haha, wanna bet? We know my s-sad eyes are irresistable."

"Arright, yer on. Now let's go get her and try ta stuff her in here without breakin' nothin."

[kitkatt0430]

Star Trek TOS for the fandom ask game!

Character I first fell in love with:

So this is another sci-fi series I was introduced to very young. When I was little I'd grab the VHS tapes of marathons my parents had recorded and watch them obsessively for TOS and TNG.

But first favorite character. Um... Either Spock, Scotty, or Uhura. I really don't know which. Definitely one of those three though.

Character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

Yeoman Rand. She was a quickly dropped character from the first season and I don't think she made much of an impression on young me. But older me is well aware of what happened behind the scenes and what her character was meant to be... and honestly I love this character now. Janice is a really sweet, likable woman. She's friends with Sulu, she's patient with a socially stunted teenager with a crush on her, she has this mutual attraction with Kirk that neither act on because they respect each other too much as coworkers to risk ruining that...

She's this complicated and lovely character and the actress who portrayed her deserved so much better than she got. She does show up in the movies, however, so I'm glad that Janice got to have a good career in Starfleet.

(Seriously, though, Janice was supposed to be a pretty major role and what happened to Grace Lee Whitney is appalling.)

Character everyone loves but I don’t:

I don't know that there is one?

Maybe Gary Mitchell? I don't know how well liked he'd be considered, but he's an entitled ass. Not really sure how Kirk was friends with him even pre-psionic powers/a-god-am-I breakdown, because this guy treated women kinda... badly. He set Kirk up with a woman as a distraction attempt while taking Kirk's class at the Academy. Behaved like an entitled asshole when Elizabeth Dehner shot him down - using what I recognize now as some pretty aphobic language. And he was pretty shitty to Spock too.

I would have preferred him to have been the villain played by Cumberbatch than Khan but that's in part because he would have made such a perfect foil to new!Kirk. (And then you don't have to explain why a white guy is playing an Indian character...)

There's also The Companion but if I start talking about that clusterfuck I will probably forget to answer the rest of the questions due to losing my temper over that particular... episode. (It is bad though and I'd happily... well, not happily but I would rant about it if asked.)

Character I love but everyone else hates:

Similarly, I don't know how much Elizabeth Dehner is liked, but I really love her. I read her as aspec and career focused. She gets super powers that have already made someone else (admittedly someone who was already an entitled twit) go all 'a god am I' but she still keeps her compassion. She still recognizes that no, actually, they don't have the right to rewrite reality to suit their whims.

She saves Kirk at the cost of her own life. And I will never forgive new!Trek comics for writing her off as barely a footnote, Bones' ex who won't set foot on the ship because he's there. >_<

Character I used to love but don’t any longer:

I don't know that I've got an answer to this one. All those beloved characters.

Character I would kiss:

No kissing, but I bet Uhura gives the best hugs.

Character I want to slap:

In the Galileo Seven episode I want to slap Bones and a few other minor characters for the way they treat Spock.

A pairing I love:

Kirk/Spock, but I have to admit new Trek had me taken a second look at Spock/Uhura

A pairing I hate:

Hmmm... I don't know? There are a lot of one off ships for Kirk that I'm not fond of for various reasons. Some because he's pretty clearly only manipulating the situation to protect his crew. Some because he's not actually in a position to consent and the power imbalance - memory manipulation/amnesia/external threats - makes the whole thing pretty awful.

Elaan/Kirk is one that very much sticks out because he's literally brainwashed by her tears.

[myheartismadeofstars]

Rainbow Six: DnD version

Technically all of them would have the same background (since a huge part of their story is that they all fell into a Fae Mound and grew up together not knowing that decades passed between each of their Fall)

Zel: Human Cleric of Cyrrollalee (Peace Domain). Zel is the youngest of the kids to Fall, but also the first. She is patient and kind and homey. She really was too young for her life before to really have impacted her. She first became aware of her goddess when she met a halfling woman who mentioned her. Everything she stood for seemed to perfectly suit Zel's dreams for her future. Still a girl at this time, Zel started worshipping her until eventually her desire for a peaceful life and a happy home genuinely caught her goddess's eye.

Archie: Human Monk - Sunsoul. Archie is Zel's older brother who Fell immediately after her, well...more accurately, he jumped. He is very excitable and active and very protective of his sister. He acts before he thinks more often than not. He began studying ki as an adult in hopes of tempering his personality, however, he finds himself unable to truly immerse himself in the teachings.

Verena: Genasi (Water 🌊) Mystic - Avatar.

Verena is the only Genasi in her family, a reawakened connection her older siblings do not have. Her family struggled with her being so different, and she was sent to live with her Uncle, a Peaceman, a priest of Eldath. Verena can get the Acolyte background, as religion was a big part of her upbringing and she still considers her Uncle's faith important to her identity. Verena is very honest, and while she does try to remain a pacifist she's not afraid to fight back. She was a dancer before her Fall. She realized she had psionic abilities as a teenager in the plane she grew up in, and sought to develop them, allowing her to feel other's emotions.

Audrey: Genasi (Fire 🔥) Artificer - Battle Smith

Audrey is chronically ill. She was moved out of the city to improve her health. She was always bitter about her poor health and often sought to escape from her own life. This resulted in her Fall. She became very interested in the work of an artificer. Her Steel Defender not only aids her in battle, but helps her when her illness flares up. She's a stoic and sometimes harsh woman, but she will fight tooth and nail for the people she cares for, often putting her health at risk.

Clemont: Human Artificer - Cook (HB)

Clemont was the oldest when he Fell. Almost twelve and already a caretaker by nature. Clemont already knew how to cook, but he wanted to make food that could heal bodies as well as hearts. He thinks that the point of life is to be kind to each other. He doesn't talk about his life before the Fall.

Nilo: Aasimar (Protector 🛡️)Fighter - Gunslinger

Nilo may have divine blood, but he didn't have a divine beginning. Nilo often describes himself as basically being an urchin for how little his mother was involved with his upbringing. It wasn't fair and it filled him with anger. Nilo ran away, intending to disappear, when he Fell. There was a time, between him learning how to wield the firearms he specializes in and now, where he was mislead and ended up killing innocents and almost Falling in a different sense. He has devoted himself to never making this mistake again and is now much more cautious when it comes to killing. He sees himself as a force of justice and equality, but he is prone to vigilantism.

Bonus "BAD" Trio:

Bee: Tiefling (Dis) Rogue - Phantom

Bee was adopted at a young age by her best friend's parents. She suffered a lot of prejudice for her birth (first Tiefling in her family. Her father made a deal with a devil in secret to support his six sons and then afterwards his daughter was marked by the pact). Truly she's polite and helpful, but you wouldn't know it if you're visibly human. She views all humans with suspicion, assuming they will treat her the same way. She likes sweets and warm sunshine. She's always smiling, even when angry.

Aideen: Human Bard - Eloquence.

After being adopted as a child by a politician, Aideen found her purpose in life was exactly that. She's very bright and loves people. She prefers to talk her way out of problems if at all possible.

Donovan: Human Paladin - Glory

Donovan is Aideen's biological brother, who wasn't adopted until a few years after her. He's bitter that everyone embraces his sister, they often expect him to be similar to her, but they are so different. He's not his sister. He took his oath for the sake of making himself stand out.

Donovan has, for years now, travelled in the company of a strange Lizardfolk Barbarian and a Firbolg Wizard

[terminal-doll-theatre]

Lettie Infodump so I can talk about her here and it'll make sense

I realised I haven't properly explained what I ended up deciding my OC Lettie's uh... Deal is. I have an insane number of thoughts about her too. She's kinda my main general OC that I ported over to DoL cuz she's my main gal that I constantly rotate in my head, so this makes sense. But. Yeah. Anyway, attempting to explain miss lettice rosangel for people that follow my for my OCs for whatever goddamn reason. Infodump to provide Context about her for future posts - and a couple doodles below!

cw for more Blood Stuff than the usual DoL fare. Sucks 2 be a sacrificial lamb. and also for long.

OK so Path/ologic has always been one of the Lettie Games of All Time to me, but the way I adapted her into DoL was pretty heavily inspired by The Changeling's route (Though I also OFTEN make jokes about Cult of/the Lamb in relation to her.) Initially, because of her Dainty Woodland Weirdo vibes and stuff about her personality, I was gonna toss her at Eden and have her be a miracle-worker on the side when she's in town, but then she uh. Then she stopped being a PC and now she's just here. Among my other OCs. Doing whatever it is she does. God I really wanna do a comic based on the Pathologic intro with my PCs lol

anyway. What I actually ended up doing was making her Full Time miracle worker that was raised at the temple, because I found the image of her after being Found, spawned by the elements, getting thrown at it when her behaviour of inflicting indiscriminate psionic torture instead of crying and generally just being an absolutely horrifying creature kind of finally Broke Bailey and his goons a bit, so. Here, temple. Take this fucking thing. Kill it or exorcise maybe, I don't care just keep it away from me. And then she promptly started acting sweet as anything, having gotten old enough to start communicating a bit. (On her gaslight grindset even as an infant...)

SO. Her being thrown at the temple, plus her mysterious powers plus the circumstances of her 'birth' cleeaarly mean this is some kind of divine being, but the question of course is, In Which Direction? Upon realising that this even WAS a question, the obvious thing for her to do is to start acting the role of The Heavensent AS HARD AS POSSIBLE - Perfect and Pure and Incorruptible. Because being revealed to be even slightly bad might get her diagnosed with Lying Hellspawn. So. Yeah. Kind of a situation where you are sat up nicely on a pedestal, but don't have the Right to display any kind of moral greyness. Which is hard at times, because Lettie's kind of an asshole and only More inclined to be awful when she's being constantly treated in such a bizarre manner. Honestly even with her best efforts, I think there's murmurings of people thinking she isn't what she seems. The odd nun or monk cornering her out of sight about it and so on forth.

But yeah. Essentially, she exists more as a symbol than as a person with real thoughts or feelings. Performs illusion-based miracles, pretends to have visions and then makes them come true to fuck with people, lots of Charitable Good Deeds for Brownie Points... The OTHER thing her daily life seems to entail (Other than occasionally being molested by members of the church and overhearing people wanting to kidnap her) is being a BLOOD SACRIFICE. Her body sure is covered in weird scars from being bled on altars for religious ceremonies, or to just collect some lambs' blood for later use. And also sometimes being touched a lil inappropriately during That.

So yeah. Much thoughts on Perfection and Purity basically equating to Emptiness, Fractured Identity Stuff, Religious Trauma, the general horror-show that is the way the people that basically raised her treat her, the effects of the public eye and having to live a life where you're straight up Not Allowed to change or grow at all, because you're already supposedly Perfect. Just a hollow doll (Well not entirely hollow. She has Blood.) to project onto and adore, but also viciously blame whenever literally anything goes wrong. (I mean, is this a lamb or a goat? It's anyone's guess.)

Much Power but Zero Rights.

I have a lot of Other thoughts thematically and such but I find them hard to put into words that make sense so this is all you're getting for now.

Some Extra Facts About Her???

-Chronic Illness Moments! Being constantly a bit drained of blood, side-effects of psychic burnout plus just. Generally being sickly. This paired with the frequency with which she slips and slides around on temple floors on her sheepy hooves, I wanna start keeping count of how many times she almost gives Jordan a heart attack : )

-With her and Sydney both having kind of a IT'S COMPLICATED parental relationship with Jordan and both of them being how they are, I do NOT think Lettie likes Syd very much. Keeps telling on her when they see her break character a bit. And also is constantly just, there, being a human that she can be compared to. And if she's seen to be less virtuous than some fucking initiate, then it's OVER for her which is kinda terrifying. They rank above most of the nuns and monks at the temple on account of not personally mistreating her, but they sure do make her life harder and she delights in fucking with them.

-At some point, I made Original, Non DoL Lettie transfem because of thematic Gender stuff. Anyway I think that she came out via mix of "Your human genders don't make sense to be, but I like dresses :)" and gaslighting the temple into thinking she'd ALWAYS been this way. So she uh. Didn't come out. She gave herself bottom surgery via a terrifying blood ritual of her Own. Good for her.

-I think there is So much to explore with the Ivory Wraith. Idk the details yet, but... Yeah.

-Cuts her hair into a bob and shears her leg-wool in the summer. Also has to do smaller shearings/cuttings throughout the year probably. I think she spins it into yarn, bleaches and dyes it and knits with it. : ) Very into fiber arts in general. Sewing and embroidery and quilting are Fun and also no one can tell her idle hands are the devil's workshop if she's constantly doing something with her hands.

-I've still yet to settle on how to draw her fucking horns.

EDIT:

-Shortly after making this post, I decided she can be the PC Kylar fixates on, so I've been thinking of that. My other OC Edin already is kind of a fucking stalker, but. Yeah, it makes perfect sense for her to have multiple stalkers I think. Part of her whole deal is that she CONSTANTLY has EYES on her. Never free. Two stalkers, each with completely conflicting expectations of her is supremely on brand.

-Feeling of Kylar has figured out that she isn't what she presents herself as - but doesn't know who she actually is, instead deciding to view her as what they Want her to be, leading into the hgufkdsdjd, <3 <3 <3 You're So Naughty type shit. ... Don't tell Kylar she doesn't have a womb.

-Kylar maybe has Hopes relating to her ~special powers~ and what they could do for their parents??

[stealthrockdamage]

izzy gimme a rankin of your five favorite unjust depths gals. also which character you would most want to be friends with if you also lived in an undersea world populated with monsters and such. thankyou have a good day <3

okay top five gals ujhhhh okay.

5. sonya shalikova. honestly i really adored her from her very introduction and with more and more time focused on her i just grow fonder. she's really great. i am extremely drawn to the sullen types. and her hyper-competent showing off sort of thing she did in like one of the very first mech battles just had my little heart in her grasp. she's lonely and doesn't like people!! wow!! a woman after my own heart. and now. she has to deal with the cutest cuttlefish in the world. who might have a little crush on her. and who she might have had a sex dream about on the first night of them bunking together. i love them.

4. gertrude lichtenberg. #gertrudeswag.

3. victoria van veka. i am just super biased, in truth she hasn't had THAT much screentime to really shine as a character for the part of the story i'm at but i popped off so hard for her in The Day and i really like her relationship with carmilla. it's very sweet. psyhic catgirl who has gay sex winning forever. just don't die.

2. hunter iii. this one's such a gimme. she is basically only in the second place spot because i need to be original i can't steal your blorbo. she's so fucking awesome though. go shark girl go!!! it was so fucked up when she busted down the door in Pursuers in the Deep and the first thing she did in her fucked up fish form is start shooting bullets from her tail. you have posted about her one million times and never have i heard a word about the thing where she can eat metal to temporarily become a Gun.

this is such a hard spot to give away buuuuuuuut i think for now it goes to ulyana korabiskaya... she's got fucking everything. it's crazy to not have norn on this list even. or majida. i'm just realizing. there's STIFF competition!!! anyway ulyana has so much swag. i know she's got the disco elysium skills swimming around in her brain. i think when she was on call with the captain of the mysterious dreadnought class ship chasing them and was like "i'm going to flirt with this woman, for the sake of mind games" and it worked,,, i think that was just so beautiful.

and if i had to be friends with any of them. i think khadija would be really cool and easy to talk to. i think she would have a lot of really interesting things to say. she'd be a really awesome work buddy. or alternatively like. maryam, ASSUMING SHE WAS NOT USING PSIONICS TO MAKE ME LIKE HER !!! VERY IMPORTANT QUALIFIER THERE !! my other answer is if ingrid was like, a normal person, and not in love with gertrude lichtenberg - so like basically take her out of her station and away from her her horrible toxic situationship - i would fucking rock with her so hard. she needs to be turned into a commie first. but. she's got swag.

[ellekhen]

When Your Mind's Made Up

Chapter 16 - The Farewell

Chapter Summary: The illithid that used to be Church speaks with its allies in preparation for the battle to come.

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Original Male Character/Illithid Tav Rating: Explicit Progress: 59K+ words; Chapters 16/20

Excerpt below:

And yet, the physical differences of this form pale in comparison to the invisible, but profound differences of its mind. 

It believes it recognizes its memories and personality, but there is far more potential awaiting its command. Its very being is inundated with psionic magic. It knows it should be able to cast some similar spells to those of the sorcerer-warlock Church was before, but the illithid’s magic tastes different. It’s still familiar due to the tiefling’s experience wielding his parasites’ powers, but now it is far more potent and glorious. 

The magic is in every drop of its blood — every one of its cells.

And beyond this source of its psionic magic, Church feels far more space — possibly infinite space — in its own mind. It hungers for knowledge.

…and it craves the idea of imbibing the knowledge directly from its source — the sweet, fresh brains of those all around it…

The illithid forces its thoughts back to the space left in its own mind. It feels all the more apparent given one enormous, glaring absence —

— Church’s arcane magic. The fires of the sorcerer’s infernal and draconic bloodline, the effervescent currents of the warlock’s fey-gifted power… it’s all gone. It all burned away with the marrow of his bones when the tiefling was destroyed to bring this illithid into the world. 

Stripped of the arcane, Church listens and tentatively reaches out for the presence that has been so constant and familiar throughout its life —

“Mother?” it calls. 

There is no answer — not even a curious nudge of her mind to its own. 

She’s gone. 

She’s finally gone. 

But Church feels no jubilation at this fact, nor does it feel grief or regret. 

…that’s what it tells itself to believe, anyways. But the truth is, it just feels so much absence — not just of its arcane magic, but also the strong emotions that have both guided Church to success and landed the warlock in trouble numerous times. It sees these strong emotions on the other side of a stained glass window — a world once again just out of reach — 

— forever. 

And it aches for it. 

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Jejune: They're fairly dom leaning, i don't think they'd sub for anyone they weren't very close to.. they love to tease, and if you're into a bit of light mocking they're great for that too.. they're a talker also, they don't shut up in bed, Can handle things getting rough too,

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Drazms: Very sweet and attentive, but inexperienced... Will probably ask lots of questions any time they try to make you feel good to make sure they're doing it right but is very willing to try, Submissive leaning, but I think they'd top or bottom no issue.. they also prefer things slow and romantic,

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