#ask game: kalliope

[mt07131]

for ocs youre DYING to talk about: alone, hate, monster, midnight, torture. for as little or as many as you like.

Y'know I can always rely on you to send asks for ask games and let me yap about my girlies. We're gonna go hmmm let's go Kalliope, Katarina, Maeve Trevelyan and Xuna

Not-so-nice OC ask game

Alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Kalliope: She doesn’t deal with loneliness well AT ALL. Everything in her life revolves around the public’s perception of her and she is all too happy to oblige that. Being alone does not line up with that kind of life, which leads to the fact that she has never been completely alone pretty much ever In her life. Whether it was her family, staff, sycophants, and late Naomi, she pretty much always has someone around her. Because this public persona has pretty much become her, she doesn’t really change when she’s alone. Even when there isn’t anyone around, there’s always an audience.

Katarina: She is okay with loneliness, at times she prefers it. When she was younger, this was a little different, but after Certain Events she prefers it. She finds it hard to trust people nowadays and being around them gives them more chances to poke holes in her, which she hates. She has been completely alone before, frequently in recent days. She is still adjusting to this complete loneliness, but keeping people at arm’s length helps with that, or so she thinks. Once she’s alone, she definitely has a little less bite to her but overall is generally the same

Maeve Trevelyan: If we’re talking pre-inquisition, she’s pretty good with loneliness. She doesn’t necessarily prefer it, but sometimes it is a welcome reprieve. This carries on through inquisition, because being such a public facing figure is exhausting in more ways than one. Completely alone, she has been probably by her own hand. Depending on what’s happened recently, sometimes she seeks that loneliness. Mid-inquisition, this is less frequent as she turns to her companions and friends for reprieves from being the inquisitor. When she’s alone, she is way more casual than people expect. There are no expectations of manners so that all goes out the window.

Xuna: She is very familiar with loneliness, from being an outcast in her own home to being a literal outcast once she’s exiled, she knows how to deal with it. Pre-BG3 she was completely alone more often than not, with her exile, but that obviously changes with the start of the game. She’s honestly not that much different when she’s alone, she doesn’t have any sort of expectations to adhere to so there’s no crazy shifts in personality.

Hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

Kalliope: Any paparazzi, most of her family (save for her youngest brother, Theseus), most of her sycophants. They all expect something out of her that she doesn’t want to give up so easily. They all get the same treatment and that is her blunt, biting, poisonous wit. She is pretty much every classic mean girl trope made flesh.

Katarina: Her parents and the cult are her main sources of hatred, obviously because both are the reason she’s even in this mess in the first place (being born simply to be a sacrifice without knowing it will do that to you). When she is faced with them, it’s one of the few moments you see genuine anger from Katarina, as opposed to a dry annoyance, because they ruined her life.

Maeve Trevelyan: Her family, her mother especially. It’s all about expectations, the fact that she’s had so many shoved on her that she didn’t want in the first place, doubly so when they try to keep controlling her life. Faced with them, it’s mostly sarcasm as a response, unless they get her really irritated, to which that will turn into an outburst.

Xuna: Also most of her family (save for Myri), ESPECIALLY her mother (Maeve make an oc without family troubles challenge FAILED), also people who think drow are evil because they’re drow but that’s lower on the list. Her mother has despised her from birth over something she couldn’t control, and her being the matriarch, that obviously trickled down to the rest of the family. In a similar vein, she most sticks with sarcasm as a response (do you notice a theme about my ocs???) but is more inclined to walk away if they’re really irritating her.

Monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it? Kalliope: Less monstrous and more of just a bitch, and she is well aware that she is a bitch and plays into it.

Katarina: Absolutely, she doesn’t necessarily look the part but her whole deal as a warlock makes her monstrous. She is definitely aware of it, and she definitely accepts it. To her, it’s power, which she believes she deserves after being powerless for so long.

Maeve Trevelyan: She’s not really monstrous at all, she’s just trying to live her life.

Xuna: If we’re talking in-game, I’d definitely count the illithid powers as her being monstrous as she does tap into them (to an extent, using the astral tadpole and becoming half-illithid is a step too far for her). She is very aware of it, being that it’s the whole plot of the game, and again she mostly accepts it to a certain extent.

Midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping? Kalliope: This woman sleeps like a goddamn baby she doesn’t worry about SHIT (money can solve a lot of problems). The only reason she would be up at night is if she’s partying into the wee hours of the morning.

Katarina: Mostly what keeps her up is her ruminating on her own revenge. She does have nightmares, it’s definitely not uncommon for them to be of the day she became a warlock considering it was the worst day of her life so far. If she isn’t sleeping, she is probably talking to herself (and by extension, her patron).

Maeve Trevelyan: Mostly what’s keeping her up at night is anxiety. Whether she’s doing the right thing, leading the inquisition in the correct way where things will work out. If she can’t or isn’t sleeping, she’s a wanderer. Pre-inquisition, she usually ended up in her family’s library, but during the game she’s commonly seen wandering the battlements of Skyhold.

Xuna: She’s got a lot of things keeping her up at night, many of which have to do with the uninvited visitor in her head. I would say a lot of her current fear stems from that, but having nightmares of her past home life is common for her too. When she should be sleeping, she’s more often than not going through her gear, sharpening her blades and making sure everything is set should she need to move quickly.

Torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else? Kalliope: Not tortured no, unless you count her yearly family dinners as torture (she would). I don’t think she would torture anyone else but she has been known to ruin a reputation or two (or more) with a well-placed word.

Katarina: Yeah I would consider being basically kidnapped and thrown in the ocean as a sacrifice to be torture. She would torture someone else, I think, if she found it justified. Justified in her case means they’re a member of the cult. They tortured her so in her mind she’s right to torture them back.

Maeve Trevelyan: She hasn’t been tortured, just neglected. She wouldn’t torture someone else, she has too much of a soft heart for that.

Xuna: Physically? Not really. Mentally and emotionally? ABSOLUTELY thank you Zelnirra Mizzrune for that one. Being told you’re a blight on your family for your entire life sticks with you. She wouldn’t torture someone else, she doesn’t find any sort of purpose to it when there’s other ways to get what she wants.

[mt07131]

Alright alright, I accept your challenge. Five facts for five facts

1. Ghost is the most self indulgent of my ocs and also one of the very few who’s not necessarily related to any media (she is but like, way more detached than my others). She has several iterations because I have far too many ideas to fit in one little lady. Also I can owe her entire existence to the fact that I personally wanted to kiss a pretty boy

2. I love family facts so you’ll probably get a few of these but all of Kalliope’s siblings have Greek mythos related names because they’re rich and I wanted them to have a weird rich people gimmick. In order it’s Adonis, Pallas, Hestia, Kalliope, Eros, Cassiopeia, and Theseus

3. Katarina was originally conceived as an only child. It wasn’t until I happened to have grandson’s blood // water on her playlist that I got the idea to give her a sibling so she’d be seeking not just vengeance for herself but for them too and thus Dimitri was created

4. I chose Ophelia’s ME1/ME2 haircut specifically so that I could give her the lovingly dubbed mental breakdown haircut for ME3. I am not immune to a haircut as a symbol of major change

5. I haven’t talked about V enough which is a crime so backstory dump!!! She was not planned, but her mom did the best she could to raise her while being a joytoy. Unfortunately, that didn’t end up well for dear mama, who got killed when V was 10, forcing her to raise herself on NC’s streets

I’m also gonna use this as an opportunity to open it up to the crowd, anyone who sees this feel free to drop five facts about some OCs let’s get some OC love up in here

oh so it's like that @mt07131 , very well!

My friend is working on a cyberpunk RP and I plan on bringing Kendis in as a cyborg. It's really just a mashup of twc!Kendis and exile!Kendis [mostly the first one]. Basically Kendis is adopted [though I might change it] by this detective and politician. They already had an older child. But the dadtective brings Kendis home and a while they're family -- then, of course, things go wrong. [hehe]

Two of my Tavs are related: Isyl Shadowhoard and Amryl Shadowhoard. Not by blood though. Amryl's family is the one who took baby durge Isyl in. The Shadowhoards never gave up looking for xem. This would inevitably cause some problems. Of course. (Yes, I know Durge is supposed to murder their caregivers but we'll figure that out)

I have a fanart for my other durge [Kaeliana!] pending and I'm very excited for it.

For my friend's game I'm repurposing three old characters [Kendis. Alana (one of my Infamous ocs), and Andy]. But I am working [struggling lol] on figuring a fourth. His name is Arlo Balducci and is actually the child of an old OC. He is very smart and also very silly. Very big brained but dumb of ass. He's a good egg inside, I feel.

I picture this as Sekryd's style. Sorry not sorry to Gale. He probably can't focus on jack. Sekryd is a rogue and a guild artisan AND a gold dwarf so I feel like a mix of 1940s and late 1800s works for her. But you know with pants.

Check. And. Mate.

your turn ;-D

[commanderfloppy]

CESCO!!! I WOULD BUY A VRN TO DATE KLEO SPECIFICALLY!!!! beloved himbo owo

KLEO! Beloved himbo.

A dating route with her would be a little strange because most of the roads lead to the ‘friendship’ path. (Bad path only happens if you’re directly mean to her or others).

To get the ‘romance’ path you have to pick the incredibly direct and blunt options. She does not understand metaphors or implications. You have to say to her face ‘I like you in a romantic way I want to kiss you’ rejection after this is near impossible to get so long as you were already on the friendship path.

Kleo doesn’t really know what normal people do to hang out/go on dates. So a lot of events are just following her on whatever weird errand they priory sent her on.

If you ask her out to somewhere like a real date though, she’ll be very excited and happily accept!

[theoraclenextdoor]

for kalliope

Happy belated birthday, Kalliope! A thousand thanks for participating in my tarot ask game! This feels random but the question I chose for you is sort of Halloween inspired, sort myth inspired since your name is greek inspired. I thought it was fun so I really hope you enjoy it!

(fluid: he/him, she/her, they/them | libra sun, cancer moon, gemini rising | dealer’s choice: “If Kalliope were a mythological creature, what sort of figure would they be?”)

©️2023. cancersstellium

Bottom of the deck: King of Coins. From left to right: Seven of Cups, Page of Wands, Ten of Wands. For you, Kalliope, short story: You would be a genie. Not like Genie from Aladdin. Yes, you’d be blue, but you’d have free will— no lamp or anything like that— for the most post. You travel where you want, when you want. You had hobbies, interests. It’s just that you do have to grant wishes. It’s part of the whole “genie” thing. Ridiculous, I know. For a while, you tried not granting wishes, but it quickly became apparent as to why you had to. It was a dark time. So you make it work. You have fun with it. Mostly, you can be found need on shores, near bodies of water. And living forever has its perks. In ancient Greece, you stumped Hermes—though, he wasn’t that bright anyways— literally. After a bad wish, you turned him into a tree for bit after you saw him chasing dryads. In 16th century France, Descartes almost bested you (but not quite). And in today’s time? It’s a bit less fun, because everyone usually wishes for the same thing. But on occasions, you’ll wander into a random town— usually a small one— and ask the first person you see what they would wish for if they could have anything. Even predictability can be fun sometimes. The guy wishing he had a fast car to impress his friends? Granted. He is now one of the fastest cars on the market. You changed him back after a year. No harm, no foul. The woman who wished to win the lottery? Clearly she’d never read of The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. But you had. And so on. However, it was this, surprisingly that made you appeal to modern mortals. They began to seek you out as a way to “test their wits” against you. So for years you offered a deal. Three guileless wishes to the first mortal that could best you. You became a sort of legend, which was hard in 21st century. And in truth, it was good fun. Of course, no one ever did best you, but you never expected them to. After a millennia or so, you have up your corporeal form, something genies rarely did, opting to become myth and legend. The other option I got from this is a sort of dark genie. You have no name, no one form. Or, at least, if you had either of these things, the mortals didn’t know. In the early days, you dwelled in a cave, made of lapis lazuli and clear quartz. There was a town nearby and as small towns do, a rumor began. Apparently one that encouraged thrill seekers and those seeking wealth to ransack your dwellings. It was widely known that no one ever made it back. Illusions were your specialty. Once someone crossed the threshold of the cave, they found themselves ensconced in an illusion depicting their greatest desires. And the illusions you cast depended entirely on the character of the one who had ventured in. If they were pure of heart, they saw their desires and dreams exactly as they had always imagined them. But if not… And in truth, they rarely were good at heart. Not many “pure of heart” go wandering into caves that promise riches at the cost of “never returning”. Actually, sometimes you returned them to their town, though usually a decade or two had slipped by before you realised they had been there. (After all, you had better things to do then pay attention to dazed mortals.) Other times, they grew old there, trapped in illusion. please let me know how or if this resonates, as much as your comfortable with. i value all feedback, long or short.

🚪 from the land of kings and monsters, eden

@venusiankalliope

[as-kieran-does]

D&D Asks (for Player): Playtest, Party Comp, Level One, Nat 20

Playtest: What class (or subclass) do you want to try out?

The Authority Warlock, fruits’ subclass made with me in mind. The Samurai Fighter, Mastermind Rogue. I’d like to actually learn blood hunter but it’s hard and time and energy are sparse.

I feel like there’s more but…

Party Comp: Do you think about party composition while building a character? What role do you usually fill in your party, if any?

Not especially. I tend to DPS because I like feeling useful in combat and dealing as Much Damage as Possible (still mad Alaryk never got a successful Power Word Pain off, tbh… I look forward to replaying him someday.)

Level One: What was your first experience with D&D? How did you hear about it? What was your first game like?

My parents played 3.5 – so I actually heard about it from them/reading Dragonlance when I was 11. My first game was 3.5 and it went. Bad.

Nat 20: What's the most memorable RP scene you've been a part of?

Most recently my Hearth Cleric Wyck had an argument with the party’s Shadow Sorcerer Saskia. Saskia is a hagborn (?) and was raised by hags, and feels herself to be monstrous. Wyck adopts every monster possible. The last straw was when they came back with a vampiric mindflayer – the nonconsensual nature of the making of a mindflayer freaked Saskia out because she thinks something similar may be in store for her. Saskia yelled at Wyck, Wyck would not back down. Very fun.

Also, Nathaniel discovering Amelia was sick last time Mori saw her and his subsequent conversation.

I’m also mentioning the night the Guilded Lilies lost Kalliope, and Alaryk’s conversation with Odelle in the tavern afterward. Plenty of his lines still get quoted today.

[songbird-scribbles]

Please add "Futures Bound" to your 'To Read' lists. I'd cry if I saw it rec'd somewhere. *24 chapters, (F) Durge x Astarion, Longfic* ___

-'Futures Bound' by songbirdscribbles

A loose retelling of the plot of Baldur’s Gate 3 told from the perspective of my female Durge, Kalliope. Kalliope is a “Way of the Shadows” tiefling monk.

She doesn’t understand these bloodthirsty desires or thoughts, but sees their use in battle. Her monastic teachings are very contradictory to this seductive, dark muse in her mind that urges her to “KILL-MAIM-END!”

__________ “I do believe, my plant-happy friend, that we’ve just shared everything we know with you. Now, are you going to help us or not?” Astarion sounds as nervous and impatient as you feel.

[…]

Nettie’s lips thin into a tight grimace.

“…Kalliope…” tries Gale.

“No. I’m not taking poison from a woman I can’t trust. You’ve done nothing but deceive us since we crossed that threshold,” you flick your hand angrily, pointing to the door you passed through just moments before. “Despite us answering every question that you asked.”

The dark whisper snakes up the back of your skull, the killing calm begins warming and filling your body.

“It’s just for insurance,” tries Nettie once more, “take it only if you feel yourself changing.”

You sneer. And then, your vision goes red.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And if you haven't already, some of my other faves are: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-' A Gift, A Curse' by El_Emit

"If the desperation in his eyes and the heartbreak on his face hadn’t already been enough to break you, the tremble in his voice would have done it. And even without all that, how could you ever say no to this man? He who stood beside you as you discovered your lost self. He who remained beside you when you learned your cursed history. He who bound the knots of your restraints and stroked your hair through the night, even as you writhed and fought to end his life. He helped you gain your freedom from the damnation of your birth. How could you possibly deny helping him with his own freedom?

But, says a voice in your head, seven thousand souls.

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A story in which we discover just how damned an ascended vampire can be, and just how far you will go to save the elf you loved." _________________

-'To Try Living' by Sastrei

“Look, I don’t do this song and dance thing,” Trei tells him. There’s something tired, but still mischievous in her eyes. “If you want to fuck me, just come out and say it.”

It’s mostly the performance that pushes Astarion forward, until his nose is brushing against her pumpkin hair, and his lips are right next to her ear. This is all meticulously rehearsed.

But he’s not really sure what makes him murmur, “I want to fuck you.”

He doesn’t have to. No one is forcing him, or will punish him for failing. He decides swiftly that it’s for strategic purposes only. Purely self-preservation. Having a Zhent with connections on his side, when and if he ever gets to face Cazador, will be incredibly valuable.

That’s as far as he gets in terms of thinking, because Trei’s hands are curling into the front of his shirt and the pressure of her kiss shoves him against a tree.”

—-

(Or: the story of two not-okay elves overcoming their own personal tormentors together, and finding love, healing, reclamation, and a lot of great sex in the process)

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-'I Want to Live' by TalesFromTheWanderingBard

"Canon divergent - loosely following the game story but adding a little spice.

Tav (Wren - she/her) x let's find out: Tav is a ranger with a performer background.

Other Tav (Mistral - he/him) x Karlach: Mistral is a storm sorcerer also with an entertainer background

Super self-indulgent, with short chapters, and no editing because this is mostly to get it out of my head.

Wren had escaped Avernus shortly before the rest of the Elturel Tieflings out of sheer luck. She had recovered and thought she could finally start a new life - until she was taken by the illithids during their passage over Waterdeep and she once again found herself escaping Avernus.

Now, back in the material plane, with one of the parasitic tadpoles in her head, she and her newfound companions have to find a cure but what else will she find?"

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-'A Different Form of Eternity' by iamnothere97

"Tav is the kind who never regrets anything. She helps Astarion ascend so that he can walk in the sun freely and live his life without fear. She refuses to be turned because that’s not what she wants. She leaves Baldur’s Gate on her own after their victory to explore the world, to continue on her adventures. And she always comes back to Astarion because she is still irredeemably in love with him and always will be.

Astarion is the kind who is never satisfied. All the stolen moments over the years are never enough for him. He wants more. He wants it all. And he wants all of her. _________________

-'The Performance of a Lifetime' by CosyLlama

"Over the centuries, Astarion has learnt to play people like a fiddle, using his dashing good looks and roguish charisma to do his master's bidding. Now, with his freedom finally within reach, the one person he needs on his side seems immune to his charm.

As a bard, Cordelia is well-trained in both performance and insight into the nature of others. She sees that walking red flag a mile away, but that doesn't mean she can resist him forever."

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-'The Arrangement' by rubyfangs

You managed to convince Astarion not to go through with the Rite of Profane Ascension. He remains a vampire spawn, and you now offer your blood from time to time to help with his sanguine hunger until a solution is found.

Even though you had both decided to stay as friends back at Moonrise Towers, lines begin to blur once more as other cravings come to the surface… and things with Astarion are seldom uncomplicated.

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Impatience gripped your nerves ferociously. "These things take time, Astarion."

"Oh, my darling… I have all the time in the world, but you only have a limited supply of blood," he whispered softly and you could almost taste his taunting words."

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-'A new start for a new life' by SunStar88

"Over the centuries, Astarion has learnt to play people like a fiddle, using his dashing good looks and roguish charisma to do his master's bidding. Now, with his freedom finally within reach, the one person he needs on his side seems immune to his charm.

As a bard, Cordelia is well-trained in both performance and insight into the nature of others. She sees that walking red flag a mile away, but that doesn't mean she can resist him forever."

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-'Shadows of the Past' by PallidMoon

"After a year of blissful cohabitation, Astarion disappears without a trace, leaving behind a heartfelt letter explaining his departure. Determined to find him, you traverse Faerûn in search of your lost love, only to realize that some absences are meant to be permanent.

Returning to Waterdeep, you find solace in the company of Gale as you come to terms with Astarion's absence. But just as you begin to heal, Astarion reappears, begging for a second chance at love.

The question looms: can you forgive his abandonment and trust him once more? As you grapple with your emotions and trauma, a sinister force lurks in the shadows, targeting you for unknown reasons.

With danger closing in, you must navigate the treacherous waters of trust, love, and betrayal to uncover the truth behind the mysterious entity's motives. Will you be able to reunite with Astarion while facing the demons of your past? Can you unravel the secrets that threaten your very existence?"

just finished reading like all of your fics. they are all such great reads and your writing is beautiful!! i wondering if you have any specific fic (or author) recommendations — especially anything that’s about astarion and the other companion characters

Ahh Tysm for the ask! Here’s some fics I’ve compiled so far! 🤍🌸 Heed the tags on some. 🤍 I’ll write my own little summary for most of these/why I rec them. Might add on to this as I gain more recs.

ASTARION-CENTRIC RECS

Wyll/Astarion

A Dream of Sweeter Things - Asidian - Hurt/comfort - Dream Sharing - Series

I recommend just about everything from this author really! Incredible writing and characterization for everyone. I adore their fics. This one is a series of Wyll and Astarion growing closer. 🤍

nothing is safe - foxflowering - Character Study - Smut

This one is a really interesting look into the development of their relationship! Really good conversations and some interesting dynamics. I just really loved this one, 10/10.

Days In The Sun - joan_p - Post-game - Duke Wyll

Just an incredible look into if Astarion married Duke Wyll post-game. Heed the tags and warnings, but I really adored this one.

Another Path - Asidian - Canon-divergence - Hurt/comfort - WIP

Monster Hunter x Monster turned to the max. A what-if where Wyll saves Astarion from Cazador early.

Halsin/Astarion

All Our Missing Parts - Viraaja - Smut - Touch-starvation - WIP

Interesting and smutty look into Halsin teaching Astarion more about elf culture. Mind the tags to see if it’s something you’re into.

the bridge won’t burn - tippytulip - Touch-starvation - Smut

Halsin helps Astarion with old pain from his scars. Just very sweet.

Handmade - BerlinBerlin - Hurt/comfort - Series

Just a very sweet series of them growing closer. Short but really good I rec all of the Halsin/Astarion things from this author.

Perceived Impressions - Acinonyx1 - Hurt/Comfort - Whump - WIP

Astarion is locked in at the goblin camp with bear Halsin. Mind the tags, but this one is amazing so far. This author has a good few Astarion fics as well of the smutty variety.

A Break in the Illusion - Acinonyx1 - Smut

What it says on the tin. 🤍

Astarion/Gale

Hoarding Tendencies - Asidian - Misunderstandings - Trust Issues - WIP

Astarion has a tendency to hoard things. Gale notices. Very sweet so far.

Astarion/Karlach

Astarion Origin Part Nonsense - starkraving - Character Study - Hurt/comfort - Series

Amazing characterization for both of these fics. Couldn’t rec these more. Heed the tags, however!

Repairs - Asidian - Trust Issues - Hurt/comfort

Short and sweet. Can’t recommend this author enough.

The Things You Miss - Asidian - Hurt/comfort

Another short and sweet one. Really good characterization.

Astarion/Tav

Porcelain - cweepa - hurt/comfort - Sickfic

Astarion grows sick and worried about his appearance. Really well done 🤍

Working On It - casswhatever - Developing Relationships - Hurt/comfort - Series

Short but really good reads. 🤍

Still You Breathe - tokidokifish - hurt/comfort - Series

Really good tav. Heed the tags, but very sweet.

Let me in the other room - LadyRagnelle - Hurt/comfort

Really enjoy the things from this author! Very good characterization of Astarion. 🤍 heed the tags, but a very good read.

Seducere - Tlon - Character Study - Hurt/comfort

One of my favorite Astarion fics. Heed the warnings and tags, but an incredible look into his time with Cazador.

Gen

Reflecting Endless Down the Hall - Asidian - Hurt/comfort - Character Study

Small moments between Astarion and the companion. Amazing and interesting characterization and interactions. Heed the warnings.

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Will likely have more to add after reading more things, but this is what I have right now! And while I can’t say I recommend myself lmao, here’s my ao3 if you wanna have a look through my bookmarks and works FlowerCitti 🤍

[cynicallystiles]

Seasons of Love: The One with How They Met

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Google!

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @itrocksmysocks​ basically requested this by making me obsessed with the triplets a year ago.

Warning: Swearing maybe.

Notes: The long awaited series is here! The whole thing still isn’t finished ahead of time like I wanted. So, we’ll see if I actually stay on schedule with this one. Credit to @thotmendes​ for imagining the triplets into existence about a year ago! Thanks for your patience! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kallie Hayes (OC) x Mendes Triplets

Masterlist Series Masterlist

SOL Teaser Chapter Two

Words: ~3.5k

Anais Nin once said, "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

The first encounter Kallie had with the triplets was a memorable one. This could be because she didn't know they were triplets. She had just moved to town with her family and started her first day in the middle of October.

Kallie was just eight or nine years old, but she was nervous about starting a new school way behind the other kids. Once her parents dropped her off with the principal, she was led to a small classroom. The teacher smiled brightly as he welcomed her in.

"Hello! It's very nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting her to reply. Her gaze was anxiously flitting around to all the other students staring at her curiously. So, he cleared his throat.

With a slight jump, she whipped her head back to him. "Kallie, sir." She held out her little hand and gave him a firm shake. Well, as firm as an eight-year-old could give an old person with hands the size of baseball gloves.

"You're very polite! I can't wait to meet your parents," he beamed at her, not noticing the small flinch of her eye. Things don't always go nicely when her parents come to school. It's why she's always on her best behavior. "Well, I'm Mr. Flannigan."

He stood up straight and turned toward the class with a smile that was bright against his tan skin. "Class...this is Kalliope Hayes." So, he already knew her full name before she came into the room?

There was a pause as the students ceremoniously said, "Hi, Kalliope!"

Mr. Flannigan nodded as if the response was what he wanted. "Kalliope, why don't you tell us three fun things about yourself, and then we'll go into the lesson plan for today?"

Funny. He phrased it as if it were a question. But, when adults ask questions like that, they're more likely strong suggestions. So, she took one step forward and cleared her throat.

"Hi," she squeaked out. "My full name is Kalliope but I like Kallie better. Three things about me are..." She stalled a moment, forgetting every single fun thing about her. "Uh...I like bike riding...I'm really good at holding my breath!...and...I've never ice skated?"

Her green eyes look up to the teacher for approval as everyone claps politely. He's about to point to her seat when a small voice cuts him off. "How long??"

"Huh?" She asks as she scans the other kids for the voice.

The boy in the last row, second from her right and wearing a forest green hoodie peers past the rest of the students. "You said you're really good at holding your breath! How long?"

"Um, like, thirty-five seconds? I think," she responds uncertainly. It's been a while since the last time she had her sister time her. His brown eyes stare at her for a moment longer.

Then, he nods. "Nice." He grins at her in approval. She smiles a little wider in response and Mr. Flannigan tells her to take the only open seat left.

She walks toward the back, finding the open seat next to the kid who had questioned her breath-holding skills. As Mr. Flannigan starts the lesson plan, the boy leans over and offers his hand.

"I'm Shawn!" The eagerness of his voice makes her relax. Maybe she just made her first friend here. She takes his hand and shakes it a little. "Let's make up a secret handshake later at recess, okay?" She nods enthusiastically before they turn forward in their seats to pay attention.

Later at recess, Shawn and Kallie are standing under one of the shady trees on the playground, mixing an unnecessary amount of steps to their secret friendship handshake.

"Hey, Shawn! Come play tag!" Some other kids begin to call him to play games with them.

He looks over at Kallie. "Wanna come play?"

"No, thanks," she shakes her head causing her light brown hair to rustle in the wind, "I don't really like tag." He shrugs and squints at her a little, but accepts her answer before running off to join the game.

She decides to take a stroll along the fence to see if she could find some cool rocks to take home for the new garden her parents were gonna plant. As she does, she sees a boy crouched down with his hands cupped around something. He's wearing a jean jacket over his white T-shirt.

As she approaches, she calls out excitedly, "Watchya got in your hand?" The boy startles, his hands opening to let a frog jump out. He hurriedly reaches out and catches it again as Kallie takes a step back. She notes how carefully he cups his hand around it.

"A frog," he says plainly and he sounds slightly similar to...who does he sound like?

Her face contorts in minor disgust. "Why?" Is all she asks. When he turns to look at her, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "I thought you went to play tag!"

"What?" He asks in genuine ignorance.

She looks him over and her brows come even closer together. "How did you change your clothes so fast, Shawn?"

"I'm not Shawn," he rolls his eyes with a sigh.

"What do you mean? You said your name was Shawn in class today," she reminds him.

He silently sticks his tiny closed fist through the fence to release the frog toward its home. Standing up, he wipes his hand on his jeans. "That's my brother. I'm Raul." He sticks out his frog contaminated hand.

"Oh, so you're like twins?" She swallows her squeamishness and shakes his hand quickly, then wipes it on the back of her shorts.

He shrugs. "You could say that." With that, he walks past her without another word. She turns and watches him run to another group of kids who are playing on the monkey bars.

She heads back to the tree, collapsing against its bark to enjoy the rest of recess. Her relaxing doesn't last long as something drops into her lap from above. "Ow!" She exclaims and opens her eyes to find a notebook in her lap.

"Sorry!" A voice calls out from above. She looks up quickly and finds an increasingly familiar face looking down at her.

His puppy dog eyes match his apologetic smile. Kallie sighs deeply. "Now, when did you get up there??" She was seriously starting to think she'd never woken up this morning.

"I've been here all recess!" He replies with an adorable smile. "Can you hand that back to me?" He asks, laying on his stomach to reach down.

She stands, stretching on her tiptoes to hand it back. Kallie then sees that he's wearing neither a green hoodie nor a jean jacket. Instead, he's wearing a blue, plaid button-up shirt. She frowns. "Don't tell me there's another one of you?"

"Huh?" He quirks his eyebrow for a moment. "Oh! You mean my brothers! Shawn and Raul?" She nods, but in her mind, she hopes it stops at three. Already, she could tell she'd never be able to tell them apart. "I'm Peter!"

"Why are you in a tree with a notebook?"

"It keeps me from getting hit by the dodgeballs while I'm trying to draw." He scrunches up his face like it's obvious. "Duh," he adds on.

The apparent obviousness of the statement makes her giggle. "What are you drawing?" She asks curiously.

He pauses for a long moment, sizing her up. Then, an adorable grin spreads across his lips. "Climb up here, and I'll show you," he half-invites, half-challenges her.

"Okay!" Without hesitation, she rolls the sleeves up on her Princess Belle shirt and scales the tree with only minimal effort.

Peter watches her settle in on the branch next to him in awe. "That was really fast!"

"Thanks!" She beams at him. "My sister can't climb so when she chases me with gross stuff I had to find somewhere to hide," she informs him happily.

He laughs and scoots next to her as he opens his notebook across both of their laps. Slowly, he flips through the pages to show her the different drawings. "These are really good!" She compliments him.

"Really?" He asks shyly. Kallie nods vigorously and continues to marvel at the sketches. Peter smiles and watches her admire his work for a few minutes more.

But, they're not alone for much longer. "Kallie? Where'd you go?" She looks over the notebook below them. Shawn is looking around the base of the tree.

"Up here!" She giggles. His head turns toward the sound of her voice. "Peter was showing me some drawings!"

Shawn covers the urge to frown with a bright smile. "Come down! We gotta finish our super-secret handshake before recess is over," he reminds her.

"One second!" She calls down and turns to Peter. "I gotta go. Thanks for letting me see your notebook!" Then, she carefully climbs down the tree.

Once she hops onto the ground, Shawn slings an arm around her shoulders as he leads her away. "Our handshake is gonna be so awesome! And it'll be just for us! You know what else? You can come with me and my family to our lake house to ice skate in the winter since you've never been!" He chatters happily as he leads her further away from Peter.

From that day on, the two of them were inseparable. That day was the first time the boys had gotten jealous or competitive over Kallie. But, it wasn't the last.

It was disorienting at first, never knowing who was who. Except for Shawn, of course. Kallie could always tell which one was Shawn because out of the three, those two were the ones joined at the hip. Not to say that she didn't grow close with the rest of the boys. Just that Shawn was who she was close with first.

Throughout the years, they were like the Four Musketeers. Getting into all kinds of trouble and mischief. They enjoyed the best of their times throughout the year at the Mendes' cabin in the Muskoka Lake District. Since the very first year they became friends, their parents were kind enough to bring her along on all of their little trips.

Occasionally, her parents and sister came along. Which was nice because a majority of the other parents didn't take kindly to hers. She loved that they were so kind and included them in their trips. That cabin became like a lifeline to them as the years wore on.

They shared every holiday, celebrated every event, and recovered from unexpected hard times at that cabin. Christmas time? They went to the cabin. Someone's birthday? The cabin was there. The worst time of their lives? The cabin saw that too.

The four of them could never imagine not having that cabin, or each other to get through life. Which is why it hurt all the more when they got the news. After graduating high school, the four of them went on to university. Together.

While they all had different majors, it was hard to find time for each other at first. So, they made it a rule to have dinner every Saturday night at one of their dorms. Rotating between them as hosts to the gathering. Which became easier when they all moved in together after the first two years of having to live in the dorms. They were now coming off of their third year of university with one left to go.

As the four of them piled into Shawn's Jeep for the trip home with their bags stuffed in the back, excitement floated through the air to finally be able to relax for a time before heading back to Toronto for the most important year of schoolwork.

"Shotgun!" Kallie, Peter, and Raul call at the same time as they race toward the front seat.

The three slam into the side of the vehicle with laughter. Looking to Shawn to be the referee, he rolls his eyes. "Kallie got there first," he chuckles.

"C'mon!" Peter groans.

"You always let her have it," Raul mumbles as he slides into the backseat.

"My Jeep, my rules," Shawn shrugs and buckles into the driver's seat with a chuckle.

Kallie happily hops into the front seat, smiling at Shawn before turning to grab her seatbelt. "Thank you!" As she buckles it, she exchanges a secret glance with Shawn and he winks at her.

"Anytime," he responds as she bites her bottom lip to contain her laugh.

With that, the four set off toward home. Well, more like toward the cabin. They were planning on stopping at their houses to see their families first and then spend the rest of the summer in Muskoka.

Half an hour later, the boys drop Kallie off at her parents' house before heading down the street to theirs. "Dinner at ours at six?" Peter confirms as she grabs her bags out of the back.

"Mhm," she replies and walks around to his window, while Raul gets out and gets in the front seat. "And then breakfast at mine at ten tomorrow?"

He nods with a grin. "We'll be here!" She mumbles a 'perfect' and leans through the window to kiss his cheek and he kisses hers at the same time, something they've gotten in the habit of doing when they part ways. Shawn shifts his grip on the steering wheel as he watches them in the mirror.

"See you tonight!" Raul calls as his eyes trail after her, lower than they should be when she disappears into her house. Shawn reaches over and slaps the back of his head. "Ow!!" He rubs the new sore spot with a chuckle as Shawn pulls away from the curb.

Later, as promised, she enters the Mendes household as if she lives there. She's right on time for dinner, but it's unusually quiet around the house. "Hello?"

"In here!" Someone calls after a long moment of silence.

Kallie makes her way into the living room where the brothers are seated on the couch. "Hey! What's going on? Why is it so quiet?" She questions as she sits in between Shawn and Peter's legs, stretching her own across Peter's lap and resting her feet in Raul's.

"Mom has news," Shawn says surprisingly seriously. It's then that Kallie notices the shock on their faces and that Karen is sitting in one of the other chairs.

She leans her torso back into Shawn and shrugs. "What is it? Bad news?" They nod and she looks at Karen as she takes a deep breath.

"Well, sweetie," she begins sweetly. "As I've just finished telling the boys..." she pauses, gathering the strength to tell her. "We've decided to sell the cabin."

Kallie's expression falls into the same shock that the boys wear and she feels like her whole body goes numb. "Wh-no. H-how...why-no!" She finally stutters out.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I know how much that cabin means to you all," she sighs. "But...we just can't afford to keep up with it year-round anymore. Especially, since we haven't been back since you all were in high school."

Her eyebrows furrow together in confusion. "Wha..." she breathes out, unable to think straight. To stop her mind from spinning, she focuses on the things around her.

Like the feel of Shawn's heartbeat against her back and the rhythm of his breathing. Like the goosebumps on her legs caused by Peter lightly tracing his fingers over her knees. Like the cold metal of Raul's rings as he squeezes her ankles comfortingly.

"When are you selling it?" Raul asks, taking charge of the situation. It's something he tends to do as the oldest of the three brothers. When things get tough, he steps in to steady everyone.

Karen shrugs. "We haven't found a buyer yet."

"Well," he sighs. "Then, we're still gonna go out for the summer. And every chance we get until you sell it. We can clean and pack up stuff along the way."

She smiles gratefully at him. "Thank you, honey. I hope you all enjoy the summer there...you deserve it before your last year at university!" She smiles, the tension slightly diffused but not dissipated. "Dinner will be ready soon."

Then, she silently heads to the kitchen to leave the four of them alone. Kallie shifts her body to stand up and face the boys. One hand goes to her hip as her eyes train on the carpet. With the other, she pushes some loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"I'm gonna..." she trails off, not having any words. "I'll be outside," she whispers and immediately exits the room.

Shawn leans forward to stand up. "I'll get her-"

"No. Lemme handle it," Raul interrupts and follows her without another word.

Sitting back down defeatedly, Shawn looks at Peter. "The hell was that about? Thought I was her best friend..." he grumbles.

"We're all best friends," Peter reminds him. "Besides...they have been closer since the twelfth grade." He shrugs and pulls his sketchbook out of his bag.

Shawn's brows crease together and then rise on his forehead. "You don't think they're-" He stops himself short because he doesn't even want to go there.

"What?" Peter looks up from the sketch he's working on. His face falls flat when he sees Shawn's panicked look. "Oh my god! They're not. Raul isn't even Kallie's type," he scoffs and focuses on the bright green irises he's drawing, only slightly concerned that Shawn may be right.

Shawn twists his features into an offended sort of confusion. "Her type? We all have the same face!"

"Yeah, but none of us are dating her...are we?" Peter scoffs dismissively.

"No," Shawn grumbles as he sinks further into the couch and crosses his arms grumpily.

Raul steps out onto the porch, barely squinting his eyes at the now-setting sun. Kallie's ash brown hair catches the light stunningly, almost as if it were milk chocolate silk. The red undertones give her hair a cinnamon-like shine you can only see under the sun. He sits next to her on the top step as she hugs her knees to her chest and rests her chin there.

He doesn't say anything as he leans back, letting his palms press into the wood. Time ticks by and he doesn't talk. She doesn't talk. Her body just slowly tips toward Raul until she's collapsed into his side. He feels her sigh heavily and he scoots closer to circle his arm around her waist.

"This isn't the end of the world," he promises like he always does when she gets like this. She huffs, annoyed that he seems to always downplay her sadness at first. "I'm serious."

She sits up, turning on the step to stare at him direly. "Oh, are you? I couldn't tell," she deadpans. "I know it's not the end of the world, Raul...that doesn't mean this all still doesn't suck," she murmurs as her hands move to her words.

"Life's allowed to suck," he chuckles. She watches the light dance in his hazel eyes and sighs. "You're even allowed to wallow about it," he continues.

She throws herself into his lap dramatically. "Then, let me wallowwww," she whines playfully. He rests his arm across her torso.

"But-"

"No...no buts," she begs as she turns her face into his stomach to hide. She curls her legs up until she's almost in a ball on her side.

Raul gently strokes her back. "But," he says pointedly, "you're not allowed to wallow forever. Eventually, you have to pull on your big girl pants and show life who it's messing with."

"You're so lame," she laughs and ventures a peek up at him.

He tilts his head and smiles smugly. "Got you to laugh didn't I?" She nods slightly. "I know how much the cabin means to you. It means that much to all of us," he soothes her.

"I somehow always forget that you guys feel it too," she whispers.

Raul moves his hand to brush her hair out of her face. "I'll make you a deal," he begins. Her attention peaks because he always offers her the same deal and she'd never pass it up. No matter what it is. "Suck it up for now. You can wallow when the place is actually sold."

"What do I get for pulling on my big girl pants?" She challenges.

He scrunches up his face in obvious sarcasm. "What do you always get?"

"Prom night?" She replies hopefully.

"Prom night," he confirms mischievously.

[nach0sims]

the biggs family.

after....... 5 weeks, we did it, boys. i’m so proud of this download honestly!! and yes, no one asked for this BUT i really wanted to make a sitcom-inspired townie household that you could have in your game! introducing the biggs household, which consists of lakshmi (the cool grandma), rhea (voted twice into math club presidency although she argues it’s more like an oligarchy and she really isn’t the only one in control) and august (.... the normal kid). the biggs hide a secret away in their basement and their hearts (where is lakshmi’s daughter? where’d she go?) and it’s for you to unfold! i really wanted to make this a mystery house kinda thing but. rip midterms.

you’re welcome to recreate this household (add your own little sim style), post stories with them, age them up (lakshmi’s an elder so if ur aging her up, that’s COLD but JK JK) and do whatever your lovely heard desires, good citizen.

i know it says that family extras are included but i’ve decided to push them back for a couple of days so i can add more swatches to them (and so this post doesn’t go on forever LMAO i’m sorry). 

download and more info under the cut!! <3333

the biggs’ sims download

eyes (tsr warning) | skin | lip slider* | kijiko eyelashes y’all | eyelids | lips | skintones (tsr warning again)

lakshmi

hair | wrinkles | eyebrows | lip gloss

rhea

hair | freckles | lip gloss (same as lakshmi’s) | eyebrows (same as lakshmi’s if you get the merged file!!)  

august 

hair | eyebrows

* = i literally can’t find it anywhere LMAOO but you can use any slider to make their lips... u know.... not... thin LMAOO 

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the kalliope download

windows & doors | wall paint (Solid Smooth Stone_IS_PlainAndTwoToneMERGED) | flooring

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[theperidotshade]

It occurs to me I’ve mentioned my Fisher King AU a few times but I’ve never actually shared what it is.  Partially because I outlined it in asks to other people a couple times and Tumblr ate the asks >.>

Anyway, the basic set up is the same for the Ardyn in Paradise AU, because this one actually came first and I adapted it for Ardyn in Paradise.

In case you don’t know/have forgotten the set up for AiP, Ardyn receives the Crystal and Ring earlier than in canon, and is an actual King for the duration of his healing journey.

Unlike AiP, he doesn’t figure out how to actually use the Crystal against the Starscourge (in AiP, he uses it every time he returns to his capital—not Insomnia, that city hasn’t been founded yet—so that it’s smaller power expenditures and he essentially burns away the accumulated daemons he’s taken in, in exchange for a small cost to his health/longevity).  In the Fisher King AU, he leaves it all for the end like in canon.

But even though he’s filled to the brim with Starscourge, the Crystal has already accepted him—it just can’t get rid of the Scourge.  There’s no rejection, per se, just a stop gap measure of shielding Ardyn’s self from the daemons.  So Ardyn’s stuck in a sort of limbo of perpetual illness, and—this is the important part—he’s a King, bound to the land.  So he becomes something like the Fisher King in the Grail quest of Arthurian Legend—always ‘wounded’, unable to die, with the land reflecting the health of the king.

The Astrals in this ‘verse are a little kinder than I usually write them, but honestly that can be chalked up to the fact that the Crystal didn’t reject Ardyn—they’re still uneasy in his presence due to the Scourge, but he’s also one of their favored, so they come to his aid when things go badly.

And oh boy, do they go badly.

See, like in AiP, Somnus is very ambitious, and he accuses Ardyn of becoming a daemon.  Unlike AiP, his accusations against Ardyn can’t be disproven by means of bleeding in public—Ardyn bleeds black.

It doesn’t quite get all the way to the crucifixion, as he’s rescued by Somnus’ wife Kalliope and spirited away with the help of the Astrals, but he is tortured in this ‘verse too.  It doesn’t leave any marks, however, because this universe’s Curse essentially reverses any damage done to him by returning him to his baseline condition of when it went into effect.  Which becomes somewhat important in the story because I’m projecting again and need to write out my feelings re: trauma that leaves no scars and the subsequent urges to self-harm to have some visible proof of what you’ve been through.  But I digress.

Anyway, Somnus is in all respects a usurper—which means the Crystal accepts him and his descendants, but only partially.  They have very limited access to the magic it grants them, and Ardyn is still King in all but name and function because he still has those vital ties to both land and Crystal.

And because Ardyn is still tied to the Crystal, it does interesting things to the people who claim the throne after him.  Like, oh, trying to mirror him as much as possible—the chocobo accident happened in this ‘verse (though he’s dmab this time around), and all the Lucian Kings develop suspiciously similar mobility issues in their left legs with no ascertainable cause.  Yes, I turned Regis’ mobility impairment into a plot point, and you can’t stop me :P  Incidentally, the Citadel has fewer stairs, more ramps, and more elevators in this ‘verse.  Can’t imagine why ;)

At this point, I should mention that the end game for this ‘verse is heavily inspired by Patricia McKillip’s The Riddle of Stars trilogy, which has a very bittersweet ending, fair warning for those of you who aren’t familiar with it.

Anyway, as the Chosen King, Noctis is essentially Ardyn’s heir—he needs to live through the end of the prophecy because Lucis has been bound to Ardyn’s magic for two thousand years; its sudden absence could cause disruptions in the land itself, such as droughts, flooding, infertile land, earthquakes, etc.  So Noctis and his descendants are meant to take Ardyn’s place.

As Ardyn’s heir, Noctis is the first to connect fully to the Crystal’s magic since Ardyn himself.  Which is very, very hard for him because he has no teacher for most of the things he can do aside from warping and infusing flasks.  He’s the only one who can actually use the Armiger.  (Aside from Ardyn, but Noctis doesn’t know that, shh).  Elemancy in its more raw form?  Nobody has a clue how to help him, which is a Problem because he keeps accidentally setting things on fire, oops.  Noct can even heal a bit because his magic’s meant to have the same properties as Ardyn’s.  Ardyn’s tricks with time and illusions are also things he could learn if he had anyone to teach him, but he doesn’t.

Meanwhile, Ardyn is mostly keeping himself to himself, wandering around Eos trying new things and meddling here and there when something he Does Not Approve Of happens.  He heals Noctis from the coma post-Marilith, for example, and helps smuggle Prompto out of Niflheim (the MTs are just clones in this ‘verse, not humans dissolved into daemonic miasma and encapsulated in machines).

Ardyn has a very strange friendship with Cor in this ‘verse, where they constantly get each other into and then out of trouble.

Niflheim is still a threat, just not as much of one.  They still have magitek, of course, and they’re still winning the war, but without the daemonic aspect of the MTs, Lucis is not as hard-pressed.

Not to say that it’s a walk in the park—it’s bad enough that Lucis is grasping at straws and sends Noctis out in a mirror of Regis’ own journey, to seek allies and gather the Arms of his ancestors, which prophecy has decreed he will wield.

There is no Wall, so attacks on Insomnia do happen; the city is besieged after Noctis leaves, and the Chocobros are cut off from their home.

Then Ardyn starts showing up to check in on his heir and begin to teach Noctis what he’ll need to know.  He can’t leave his possible final rest up to chance, now can he?

Basically, along the way, Noctis learns more and more about his fate and Ardyn’s story, until the final test of his ablilities, which is complicated.  Because Ardyn’s Curse and the Scourge are so entwined, removing the former could cause the latter to overwhelm him, and the Curse can only be removed by Ardyn’s abdication, while the Scourge can only be destroyed with a sacrifice, which can’t be Noct.

If you’ve read The Riddle of Stars, you know how it ends.  If not, here’s a hint: this is not a fix-it.

[flowercrown-bard]

For the Ask game,

🎵, drop that Playlist!! 💖

and

'ancient', what's the first fic you posted online and the first fic for Geraskier specifically. Were you afraid to post it? How did you feel after you posted it?

🌸💖🌸💖🌸💖🌸💖🌸

thank you, dear <3

🎵 Are you writing it with a specific playlist in the background?

ah I'm sorry I pretty much never have a playlist to go with my writing. but here are some songs i just threw together that kind of fit?

She - dodie

our stars - Kalliope Jones

our stars - Gonzalu Tau

Ease my mind - Ben Platt

Northern lights - Michelle McLaughlin

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

oh ok this is much easier to answer :D the fist fic i ever posted was the song of the white wolf in which Geralt gets cursed into a wolf after the mountain. very cliché, but very fun to write and still my most popular fic (at least by hits and kudos). I wasn't really afraid to post it but after posting i definitely started having trouble sleeping bc i kept waking up anxious about people not liking it. apart from the anxiousness i felt mostly confused and incredibly happy because it turned out that people actually did like it and that was incredibly motivating

time-themed ask

wip ask game

[commanderfloppy]

"Kleo. Dear. How do you keep managing to get foreign objects embedded in your skin without noticing? It's a little concerning to me as one of our little group's healers."

“Ff..foreign objects…embedded..??” She processes for a while trying to figure out what exactly that meant. “OH! You mean all the sharp stuff that ends up in me!” 

“Uhhh I don’t really know how it gets there, I’m just focusing on smashing bad guys and protecting stuff… But I do notice it! Like those bloodstone pieces! I noticed them on the trip back to the guild hall!!” :D

[femmeofthevalley]

Thank you for tagging! Hope you have a great day :)

name: Lily

gender: cis woman, but I've honestly just started to claim femme lesbian as my gender in queer spaces

star sign: Gemini

height: 5'0"

birthday: June 12

fav band: Pierce the Veil

fav solo artist: Taylor Swift

song stuck in my head: Pretty One by Koomz

last movie: The Mitchells vs. The Machines

last show: Sailor Moon! Late to the game but started watching it and already enjoying it so much XD

when i created this blog: 2018

last thing i googled: was trying to find the name of a tv show i watched as a kid.

other blogs: this is my main blog, but i also have a nsfw side blog.

do i get asks: rarely but yea sometimes.

following: 2,844

followers: 364

why i chose this url: the joke is im not a loser. but also I am when it comes to girls and like,,, flirting. so yea

average hours of sleep: oof tough one buddy. college student, although i recently quit my 8hr, three days a week job. and i'm just naturally insomniac, have trauma related to sleep, and more often than not nightmares. pint being, i have no clue how to answer this question :/

lucky numbers: honeslty i'm not sure, maybe 5?

instruments: 2 guitars, no longer own a keyboard but can play piano, ukulele that i gifted my sister (she never plays it but refuses to give it back. it's been 2 years now), and the recorder cus i was a band kind in forth grade ONCE and have loved it since despite being horrible :)

what i'm wearing: pj's - so an oversized t shirt and shorts. socks if i get cold but will take off when actually going to sleep.

dream trip: going to London! or anywhere in the UK! just do a circle from the UK, to Ireland, then Scottland. This has been the goal for as long as I can remember and I WILL accomplish it one day!! 😤

fav food: mexican- but REAL mexican food. Pozole, milanesa, pambasos, etc.

fav song: forever will be lover by Taylor Swift :)

top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: j*k*r* is disgusting she does not exist to me. but the word of wizardry that she created,,, that i love singularly and apart from her. - - - the world portrayed in patrica briggs' mercy thomposon series. - - - honeslty? a freak cat amongst the warriors series. like yea they've got their issues, but they don't have college. or a concept of money. so,,, yea

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i was tagged by @tiredgayhoe! thank you sm❣️ rules: answer the questions & tag 10 people! name: selja gender: queer star sign: aquarius height: 166cm/5′5′‘ birthday: 21st of january fav band: the oh hellos or the lumineers fav solo artist: hozier song stuck in my head: limelight by rush last movie: godzilla: king of the monsters last show: one day at a time! just started watching it yesterday when i created this blog: 2016 last thing i googled: “speedrunning ionizing particle” other blogs: my main blog is @elderring, my book blog is @listentothepages, and my witchy blog is @thirdrailwitch! do i get asks: yea! on this blog people ask for advice & share their stories a lot and i love it <3 plus my mutuals almost always send in questions whenever i reblog an ask game thingy! following: 467 (please recommend me more blogs to follow :() followers: 5408 on this blog why i chose this url: i like stormy weather & i’m sapphic :’) average hours of sleep: usually 8+ hours now that school is online, and if i don’t get at least 10 i usually take a nap during the day 😭 lucky numbers: 2 & 21 instruments: i play the cello! what i’m wearing: my current pyjamas a.k.a underwear & a t shirt that’s promoting the wife carrying world championships :’) dream trip: a road trip across the USA! i’d at least like to see the pacific northwest, the virginias, and visit new york city again fav food: vegan lasagna fav song: work song by hozier top 3 fictional universes i’d like to live in: middle-earth from j.r.r. tolkien’s books, zamonia from walter moers’ books, or any setting from a studio ghibli movie i tag @sativafemme, @lesbin, @souplesblan, @frogsafari, @fern-frog, @kingkid, @mothattacks, @justalezbianlozer, @bubblediscoqueen, and @twicedivorcedmomjeans!

[mt07131]

@grapecaseschoices you can’t just leave these in the tags and since I have chronic can’t shut the fuck up disease I’m responding

I’ve never put Ghost in an IF, not technically only because she’s mmmm she’s very tied to her world so to speak like the world she’s in was built around her so they’re very intrinsically tied together. However, like many of my IF MCs, she’s a version of me and I have been using Ghost if I ever need like a codename in IFs so maybe one day I’ll put her in an IF in her proper form

So ic, they don’t have specific meanings, at least not that I’ve come up with. OOC however, the only one really is Kal herself, Kalliope is obviously one of the names of the Muses and Kal is a muse of sorts for Naomi (belonging to @allrelativefiction hi Sam). Once I got her name, that’s when I decided to do the Greek mythology theme for the rest of her siblings

This one isn’t a question but I’m taking it as an opportunity to talk more about Katarina because that’s EXACTLY IT you hit the nail on the head. Katarina’s parents were always out on “merchant trips” (aka doing cult things) so she quite literally only had Dimitri to both take care of and keep her company. They became very entwined as siblings, considering she basically raised him so he’s as much a part of her as her own soul is so while she has a lot of righteous anger for herself, she’s even more furious at Dimitri’s fate and the fact that she is the one who got to live past death and not him

oh so it's like that @mt07131 , very well!

My friend is working on a cyberpunk RP and I plan on bringing Kendis in as a cyborg. It's really just a mashup of twc!Kendis and exile!Kendis [mostly the first one]. Basically Kendis is adopted [though I might change it] by this detective and politician. They already had an older child. But the dadtective brings Kendis home and a while they're family -- then, of course, things go wrong. [hehe]

Two of my Tavs are related: Isyl Shadowhoard and Amryl Shadowhoard. Not by blood though. Amryl's family is the one who took baby durge Isyl in. The Shadowhoards never gave up looking for xem. This would inevitably cause some problems. Of course. (Yes, I know Durge is supposed to murder their caregivers but we'll figure that out)

I have a fanart for my other durge [Kaeliana!] pending and I'm very excited for it.

For my friend's game I'm repurposing three old characters [Kendis. Alana (one of my Infamous ocs), and Andy]. But I am working [struggling lol] on figuring a fourth. His name is Arlo Balducci and is actually the child of an old OC. He is very smart and also very silly. Very big brained but dumb of ass. He's a good egg inside, I feel.

I picture this as Sekryd's style. Sorry not sorry to Gale. He probably can't focus on jack. Sekryd is a rogue and a guild artisan AND a gold dwarf so I feel like a mix of 1940s and late 1800s works for her. But you know with pants.

Check. And. Mate.

your turn ;-D