#auntie vic is stoned

[thepalehorsevictoria]

I have no idea when this graphic was posted, but I did an absolute media blackout after the first actual trailer and avoided anything about the game before I sat down to play it. I wanted to see it all for the first time myself without randumb internet people preemptively talking shit about it and ruining it for me.

I also wanted to avoid every spoiler (and bruh let me tell you i dodged two very big ones) possible.

So I've never seen this but holy shit?

[thepalehorsevictoria]

@emmg @farore05 @heylittleriotact @excited-hiss @silshinobii @caffeinatedmunchkin @ollypopwrites @razildor @rooks-leather-jumpsuit-deactiva @velvet-apricots @redheadsramblings @pseudospaceship @simplyemm @guacamolleee @crimsen-khalessi @queenmuzz @thequeenofthewinter

and so so so so so so many others ILUUUUU

(I know I’m just editing and adding names but seriously my brain just does NOT work with remembering names this is what it is)

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

[thepalehorsevictoria]

Here’s the thing I have really come to love about the EmmRook Skeleton Krewe (literally no one else calls us that, I am that weird auntie).

Emmrich fucks and makes love however we’d be down for. This is established, and celebrated. We’re all glad he’s getting it on with our Rooks. And the more the merrier because of course we want the absolute best for him. Let him fall in love, and cum, all the time, every time.

And that’s so much more chill than, like, pulling a Judge Claude Frollo on Esmeralda like it can get sometimes on the internet (and sometimes also real people).

But nah. We’re all here to sexualize that old man and we don’t mind sharing. And all of y’all’s Rooks are hot, too.

[renamusing]

While the writers keep playing us, here are some future plots to consider after robert comes back (ryan HAS to comeback at this point ok? i wont accept anything else):

Post-prison Denial - Aaron cannot forgive Robert or accept that he is back; he shifts the blame for Liv's death from Chas to Robert because Robert LEFT THEM

Post-prison Blues - Robert deals with his PTSD badly which engages Aaron's redemption arc; he stays by Robert's side and helps him through it

Reunion 3.0 / Seb's return - Robert gets access to Seb (he comes to some sort of agreement with Rebecca or something happens to her offscreen whatever) and seeing Rob and Seb (their son!!) together in the village destroys any willpower Aaron still had to fight against his feelings for Robert

Wedding 3.0 - this needs no explanation

Surrogacy 2.0 - i dont actually mind them going there again if only to get them their Sugden-Dingle daughter

The Return of Andy Sugden - everything is going well for Robert and Aaron but Andy's return shakes things up; the farmboy that Jack Sugden caught Robert with back in the day is working with Andy now; so we get jealousy and misunderstandings and high drama in the Still-Madly-In-Love-Husband front (because that's Aaron innit) and Robert finally tells Vic and Andy about what happened with his dad when he was young.

Teen Seb Comes to Stay - Seb decides he wants to live with his dads at the village permanently (rewashed Liv plot i know but im making it easy for them!!) there are issues with his little sister at first but they get quickly resolved. Seb and his auntie Eve become thick as thieves and become the village nightmares

The Return of Adam Barton - because Aaron needs his mate back at some point and I doubt Vic will settle with anyone else ever

Robron vs Caleb - this just seems like it would be fun idk. it could have something to do with Seb because he is just like his dads and finds trouble everywhere which Robert and Aaron always have to solve in the end

Robert vs Kim&Andy - at this point in my AU Andy is with Kim (romantically or as business partners idc) because it serves the purpose of killing two birds with one stone so that Robert can finally FINALLY win back Home Farm

Robert Sugden's Regression - being in charge of Home Farm ofc changes Robert a bit and he starts to become the thing he fears most: his father. Cue him pushing his children and Aaron to the breaking point until, in true soap-fashion, they break up again. The kids split too. Aaron takes their daughter and Seb stays with Robert. And this ofc leads to:

The Parent Trap: Robron Edition - Seb and his sister plot to get their dads back together through a series of funny shenanigans, but then one of them gets seriously hurt in an accident (they should watch out for those evil farm animals amirite? or was it another drunk driver? only the soap gods know) so all the progress they made crumbles. Aaron and Robert blame each other and seem broken up for good

The Biggest Mugs In The World - Aaron and Robert try to prove to themselves and their kids that they dont want anything to do with each other but every time Aaron sends Robert his divorce papers Robert 'misplaces them' until Aaron finds out Robert has been ripping them apart and chucking them into his fancy fireplace. They fight about Robert being a control freak and Aaron a jealous queen, because every person Robert has flirted with since they separated has ended up fleeing the village with their tail tucked between their legs (Aaron made sure of it). This goes on until they have angry make up sex and then hate themselves for it.

Reunion 4.0 - *PROBLEMATIC PLOT ALERT* Seb and Eve become romantically involved and try to hide it from their families (aunt and nephew fits the Dingle lore somehow lmao). When they are found out Robert goes apeshit and casts Seb out of the village (like his dad did to him once) but he and Seb are at The Layby and before Robert can make the biggest mistake of his life, the love of his life arrives just in time to stop him. Robert realizes what he has become and decides to leave Emmerdale himself (after all, he was always the disaster, the one unable to make anybody happy, he should have never comeback etc) but Aaron won't have it. They can't live without each other, and that fact has never been clearer than at that very moment (shot to a teary-eyed Seb behind Aaron). Robert begs for forgiveness and Aaron just scoffs because forgiving Robert is the easiest thing in the world. They had promised each other messed up forever, had they not?

You know. I know.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

"So if this is where you live, why's it look ugly? Do you not clean at all? We need to buy you a swiffer mop or somethin'. The build up in here would not pass the mom test. Does Mama need ta come in here and teach you how ta clean?"

She's nitpicking his home "Need ta teach you how ta decorate too. I'd say this place needs a lady's touch, but even my Baba decorated better than this and he was a single dad for 1300 years! Then again, I was also doin' a lot of decoratin' myself by paintin' on the walls. Maybe I should paint somethin' for you! Maybe we get some brighter colors in here too. How do ya feel about pink?"

"Warden loooves pink. It's his favorite color. Everythin' he owns is pink to a degree. I'm partial to green myself, but you got enough green out here livin' in tha middle of a mountain. Maybe we get some blues in here, and whites- OH! How about magenta? Magenta's a good color. Though Mama likes red. OOOOO, how about some red strips on the columns? That might look nice. Or we could do some diamond patterns, or polkadots. OH! Auntie's got some real neat lookin' patterns on her walls. She calls her style vi- vic- victormium? Victananaiam?"

He wasn't paid enough for this... well, he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart, but you get the idea.

Taking a deep breath to focus... then another to focus on his innate powers, the Fae exhales slow and evenly... as a number of flowering vines appear and spread over all the walls: Morning Glories, Clematis, and Jasmine blooming and spreading their vibrant violets, burgundies, and whites along with fresh tapestries of green... while a far subtler pulse of magic re-polishes the remaining stone and wood as any remaining traces of dust or grime evaporate.

"...is that better? Paint is one thing, but the more living things are down here, the better for me, and the fresher the air around us. What do you think?"

[thepalehorsevictoria]

I had to pick something in college and I sucked at coding so "eh, might as well."

hahahaha shit

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[dustedmagazine]

Various Artists—Just a Bad Dream: Sixty British Garage & Trash Nuggets 1981-1989

Just a Bad Dream tracks a starkly primitive, luridly pulp-ish, early rock influenced British subculture that drew from surf, R&B, punk and rockabilly. Here over 60 tracks, British bands channel mostly American influences — the Sonics, the Cramps, the Standells, Eddie Cochran, Chuck Berry — with flagrant irreverence and oddball humor.

Though loosely organized and fluid, with members of one band regularly turning up in two or three others, the scene’s undeniable center of gravity was Billy Childish, here represented by four different bands: Thee Milkshakes, Thee Mighty Caesars, The Delmonas and Thee Headcoats. “Little By Little,” from his pre-Headcoats outfit Thee Mighty Caesars, boils the basics down to essence, block-simple, endlessly repeated guitar vamps, tumble-down-the-stair-drums, blunt blues verses about love gone bad. Thee Milkshakes cover of the Vince Taylor song “Brand New Cadillac” erases the Clash’s fingerprints and returns the cut to its primitive glory. The Delmonas, an early iteration of Thee Headcoatees and one of the few cuts with a detectable female presence, cut 1960s girl group glamour with lo-fi insouciance. And the lone, live track from Thee Headcoats, “Youngblood,” is Childish at his rough-housing, psychotically focused best, all extraneous elements removed, the platonic ideal of a rock song drenched in fuzz.  

Childish’s compatriots also crowd the track listings. His partner in the Medway Poets, Sexton Ming, makes an appearance in the blustery, electrified skiffle of “You Can’t Polish a Turd” (Childish plays guitar), as well as art-croaked cuts by Auntie Vegetable, the Mindreaders (an offshoot of Wreckless Eric’s Len Bright Combo) and the Gruffmen. The Prisoners, from nearby, infused the Medway Sound’s stick-figure rock ‘n roll with spiraling psychedelia, as on the organ-laden 1984 track “What I Want.”

Trash rock, as the genre is sometimes called, grew up through the cracks in a British scene just getting past first wave punk and later dominated by slicker, shinier guitar rock, but as this collection demonstrates, connections between scenes and genres were common. Naz Nomad and the Nightmares, whose “Just Call Me Sky,” closes out disc two, was the garage-rock side project of the Damned (minus Captain Sensible). The Jesus and Mary Chain, later a mainstay of shoegaze, kick in a goofily trodgy “Vegetable Man” (the B-Side to 1984’s “Upside Down”). And Creation honcho Allan McGee gets his surf on in Biff! Bang! Pow!’s “The Whole World Is Turning Brouchard!” Miki Berenyi, later of Lush, turns up playing bass on the title track, “Just a Bad Dream,” with an all-star-trash line-up in “The Bugs.” The boundary between pedal-obsessed psychedelia and stripped-bare garage punk was vague and permeable, and lots of people crossed it.  

Like all Cherry Red reissues, this one comes with contemporary photos and band bills and in-depth track-by-track commentary. Punk curator John Reed, Mike Spenser of the Cannibals, Medway Poet Vic Templar and Lenny Helsing of the Green Telescopes contribute context and amusing detail with their personal essays. Still, 60 tracks is a lot, especially in a genre that gives every indication of not taking itself seriously. If you’re looking for instantly recognizable, stone-cold forgotten classics (the how-did-the-world-ever-miss-this-song phenomenon), you’ll likely come up short. Still, there are some good cuts, some entertaining oddities, some interesting byways and just generally a whole lotta shaking going on. File under fun but not exactly essential.

Jennifer Kelly

[nooneelsecomesclose17]

Idea: Robert takes the day off and surprises Aaron and Liv by showing up with Seb

“How’s your day been?” Aaron asks through the screen. “If I’d remembered, we would’ve stayed a few more days.”

“Don’t be daft. It was fine.” He once more blessed the wonders of Skype, although he couldn’t deny missing Aaron even more every time he saw him. Still it was better than simple phone calls. Not to mention Seb was enjoying it if the way he kept reaching for the screen was anything to go by.

“It’s like getting blood from a stone...I want to hear about your day.”

“Alright, bossy! We had breakfast with Aunty Vic, didn’t we?” He bounced Seb gently making him giggle. “She insisted, almost dragged me to the cafe. Please tell me her bossiness isn’t genetic.”

“I dunno, you have had your moments.” The grin tells him exactly what he’s thinking of. “So, what else?”

“Nothing, took him for a walk, had some lunch at the pub, and came back here.” He looks down, concentrates on rearranging Seb’s sweater. “Vic wanted to go to the cemetery.”

“Robert...”

“Couldn’t tell her, could I. It was...it was nothing...fine...I’m fine. Really.” He hears Aaron’s little murmur of disagreement. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“Ok. Did you see Mum at the pub? I can’t get hold of her or Paddy.”

“Charity was on, said they were out somewhere. She was more concerned at having to do some work. Do you want me to go over?”

“No, I’ll try tomorrow. Anyway looks to me like someone wants his bed.” He’s pointing towards Seb and Robert catches him mid yawn. “I’ll let you go. I miss you.”

“Miss you too, don’t we little man. Call me tomorrow?” Aaron nods, and then he’s gone. “Come on then, let’s get you to bed.” Seb grumbles as he moves him to rest against his shoulder. “I know you miss them. I do too. They’ll be back soon.”

It wasn’t soon enough. He had no problem with them going, he’d suggested it after all, but he missed them. Missed the company, missed Liv’s wisecracks, missed Aaron completely, wished he could’ve gone with them but they had so much work on and whatever he thinks of Joe Tate, he wouldn’t leave Jimmy in the lurch.

As he puts Seb to bed, switching on his little nightlight, an idea is forming in his mind and after a quick phone call to Jimmy he makes a decision. He deserves a day or two off.

“You fancy a little road trip mate?” He whispers as he strokes Seb’s hair, watching him sleep.

*****

He’s up early the next morning thanks to Seb demanding food, almost as if he knows something is happening. It’s not long before he’s on the road, the postcode set into his phone for when he needs it, Seb strapped in his car seat beside him, eyes wide, sensing an adventure.

Despite saying they were going to visit Lisa, Aaron had found a small cottage on the Welsh coast, a last minute deal sealing their decision. They were due to leave the next day but he could stay the night and leave when they did to come home.

It’s a good journey, only two quick stops to feed and change Seb and then he’s pulling into the small driveway next to Aaron’s car.

He lifts a sleeping Seb from the car, holding him close and knocks on the front door. 

He’s realising he should’ve called ahead as it looks like no one is at home, although they can’t be far if the car is there. He remembers Aaron said there was a beach path at the back of the garden so he wanders round and finds it. If nothing else he’ll have a decent view while he waits.

He doesn’t have to, as soon as he turns onto the beach he can see Aaron sitting a short distance from the water watching Liv playing with a dog on the edge of the water. The sand masks the sound of his footsteps and he’s right behind him without him noticing.

“You’re not thinking of sneaking him into your luggage I hope.” His laughter as Aaron jumps and almost trips trying to get up, wakes Seb and it takes him pulling funny faces to stave off his cries. “Hi.”

“What are you...how...”

“Me and Seb were a bit bored this morning, fancied a drive, didn’t we little man. Ended up here.”

“Just like that.” He’s grinning and does that little shake of the head thing he does when he’s happy.

“Yep. Magic!” It’s stupid how much lighter he feels now he’s here but he does.

“Idiot. Come here.” He pulls him in by his shirt, making sure Seb doesn’t end up squashed and even though it’s only been a few days Robert realises just how much he’s missed him as they kiss, not stopping until Liv tells them to get a room.

“You got space for a couple of strays for the night then?”

“Only two bedrooms. You’d have to share with me. I take it that’s alright.”

“Let me think about it.” He teases. “God I missed you.”

“Missed you too, but it’s been good for her, getting away from everything. We’ve talked a lot, about what she said. It’s been good for both of us.”

“Then its worth it. Here, take him and I’ll go and get his stuff. He’ll be screaming bloody murder in a minute if I don’t get his bottle.” Aaron shakes his head, instead pressing a kiss to Seb’s forehead making him giggle.

“I’ll go. You should see what he thinks to the water. It’s pretty warm. Have some fun.” 

By the time Aaron gets back, Seb is squealing with delight as Liv, taking every opportunity to irritate Robert, splashes water at them. He has to admit he does have some pretty good ideas.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

Also holy shit this post keeps making the rounds around me and holy shit the link is to my fucking fic and I will never, ever, EVER stop screaming about that aaaaaaah I hope I live up to expectations 🖤🖤🖤.

And by this beloved person of all people.

We as a fandom have collectively decided that

not only does Emmrich Volkarin fuck

Emmrich Volkarin fucks like it's his job

Even his tamest ao3 backstories have a throwaway "back in the day when I got laid six nights a week and only because I needed Sundays to meal prep" line. I read a one shot this fic where my man had lugged an entire Adam and Eve checkout cart to the Lighthouse with him to keep in a drawer Just In Case.

Emmrich is occasionally nervous, but only because Rook turns off his brain cells or he's worried about the age gap. Once he gets started he knows what he's doing and how and where and exactly how many times and Evanuris help you if you thought you were getting out of there south of four orgasms. Sorry, dearest, a gentleman has standards.

Emmrich heard of the Kinsey scale once and lit it on fire.

He's not a rake or a fuckboy. He's not sleazy. He doesn't lie or manipulate, and he doesn't kiss and tell. Emmrich is never, ever in horny jail. Emmrich stormed the horny Bastille and instituted a new horny constitution where everyone gets exactly the amount and kind of sex they want and if their name is Rook he will see to it personally.

And I love that for us. Well done, team.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

Oh my god that took like forever to get going but I'm so glad it did, I have direction again!

The Grind chapter 8: Trust Certificate

[thepalehorsevictoria]

Can I make "fanart bounty" a thing? idk

I just want to see Emmrich's grave gold like this:

like, I feel that would cure me

[thepalehorsevictoria]

spouse and I were off our rockers last night —

(because oh my god have you looked outside)

—they went, "oh shit, damn. knowing more now about being a pleasure dom, that ... threesome I had in college makes way more sense now. fuck, I could write that and self-publish."

"....yes."

"what?"

"no, like ... in this economy? fucking get that bag. do it." i was dead serious.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

But also the fact that FANS MADE IT HAPPEN that Ramon Tikaram RECORDED THIS

just

augh

I love the DA fandom.

Thinking about Dorian in Inquisition, who seems very opposed if not outright afraid to say “I love you.”

DAI Dorian, who has spent his entire life screaming on the inside, spent his entire life putting up walls and locking himself behind glistening gates, hiding himself away from any more pain because enough has been inflicted already. DAI Dorian, who detests confessions, let’s get this over with. DAI Dorian, who says things like “if you don’t make it out of this, I’ll kill you” and “you are incredibly dull, and I hate you.” And a romanced Inquisitor just smiles, knowing he means the opposite, but can’t bring himself to say those words, not yet.

Thinking about Dorian in Veilguard, who sends this letter to the Inquisitor, his love, his amatus.

DAV Dorian, who has been hardened by fighting what sometimes feels like a losing battle over the last decade, and yet softened by the wisdom and clarity that comes with age. DAV Dorian, who no longer cares to squander his feelings because he’s finally realized he doesn’t have to. DAV Dorian, who survived one near-end of the world already, and is now staring down another and won’t, can’t allow himself to hide away any longer. DAV Dorian, who has finally accepted that love isn’t something to fear or be ashamed of. Certainly not trite. It’s something to cherish, and he’s worthy of it.

Anyway, I’m fine.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

You know what would be hilarious to do if us EmmRook writers and artists ever wanted to do something together to hang out

Get online, get sloshed and just take the absolute piss out of pron and then, another time, do fucking My Immortal.

it'd be the best time ever.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

for the room and their partner question: 4, 13, 16 (would also love screenshots if you have any i love seeing everyone’s rook)

Okay the edible’s really kicking in now so these could either make no sense at all or be a fucking riot lesgo.

04 - Do your Rook and their partner share the same faction? If so, does that affect their relationship at all? If not, what is your Rook's opinion of their partner's faction? What is the partner's opinion of Rook's faction?

Factions mean this should be for Tara Thorne.

Tara was a street urchin and a thief before Conscription to the Grey Wardens saved her. And, while she was (don’t get her wrong) extremely, uh, grateful, for saving her life, the fact that she then had to take a chance at Not Dying for the Joining and Other Warden Stuff Too — that … is weird and it sat with her funny. But, it genuinely gives her something to do. She wouldn’t call it purpose. She’s good at this. This, she can do.

The fucking Mourn Watch. Well, will not lie, it’s a little creepy but honestly nowhere near having to wash ogre innards out of your bra. (Or latrine duty. She will be extremely glad to never do that again.) But there are definitely a few moments where Tara just glares at the remains of someone or an exceptionally slow skeleton worker, a.little jumpy still from a lifetime of darkspawn.

Emmrich’s cock and hands and well everything, really helps settle her nerves pretty well, so. It’s okay.

Oh shit, I’m writing that down! That’ll be a good one shot (hahahahah).

13 - What song(s) do you associate with them?

This is waaay more fun to answer as Iris Ingellvar from The Internship.

(Now, I want to preface this by mentioning that I was born in the 1900s. Please show mercy.) (Ha ha, that's what Emmrich said) (oh fuck am I old?)

How about:

When Iris was growing up, her first crush like real crush? She thought that when they got married, they’d whirl around, and sigh, and take their first dance to “So This is Love” from Cinderella. They would ... swish.

Then when she actually does think about possibly considering maybe contemplating being in love, like, later? It feels like “Cosmic Love” by Florence + the Machine. It’s the harps.

And you know what, I have no idea right now what her next song would be. How fun to think about.

Emmrich, like Internship Emmrich?

“If I Had You” by Diana Krall. I absolutely adore this song for him. It’s got a warm, smoky low vocal that just makes you want him to stretch out his long legs and then we’re all fucking doomed.

Then, after he meets Iris, “Do I Wanna Know,” but when performed by Hozier for the BBC. She’s an unexpected delight that he didn’t know he absolutely needed until he found it.

(Holy shit, write that down)

Shit now I want to go back and pick a song for every chapter. I think the first contact would sound like … “NFWMB” from Hozier’s second album, the song he played like only once so far on tour I think? (Bastard. But thank you, Jesus, for Hozier. He even looks like you a bit if that's your thing. I got to hear "Uiscefhuaraithe," you know what, I take back what I said earlier ilu)

16 - How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner?

Oh. This is a whole ass fic to come. It’s called WHEN A MAGE GOES TO WAR and with great thanks to a bunch of shit I made up in Coastline Variations, the fucking scope and potential of that fic is going to be fucking gold to write. Like I wasn't even going to put in any smut until the end but we're completely ripping that idea apart now, let's get him railed.

See previous statements akin to ‘because the political climate is dark and full of terrors and I need this to cope just give me that Emmrich BDE already.’

Oh gods these are really good questions! Thank you for asking and encouraging me through like this! 🖤 to you, @ollypopwrites

[thepalehorsevictoria]

OC Tag/Mood Game

Okay hell yeah @aldisobey tagged my ass, this is fun and I took today off work because I went to a damn arena concert on a Monday and my brain isn't working.

General—

Name: Tara Thorne.

Alias: "Rook" was picked by Varric for being a clever bird when he was sending correspondence to get her out of Adamant Fortress. Birds seemed to be a motif with him: There was Helena Hawke, he used to call Trevelyan Peacock when he had picked up Dorian Pavus's hand.

Gender: Cishet female, she/her

Age: 33.

Spoken Language: Trade, Orlesian, and a third language found in Variation 26.

Sexual Orientation: Yes, please. I mean—pansexual.

Occupation: Tara has been a street urchin, lookout and a rubbish thief. The latter carved the path to her becoming a Grey Warden at age 16. Turns out she has a knack for strategy, and becomes the First Warden because according to Evka, there is no one else.

Favorite—

Color: She's very tired of Warden blue, she'll give you that much. When Emmrich asks her, she ponders and says deep purple.

Entertainment: Reading Orlesian romances and plays, with a glass of something delicious.

Pastime: Not being run through with a sword or shot with an arrow. Also, sleep, if it's on anything better than a hay mattress. The day after they climb down from the ruins of the final battle, she sleeps for two days.

Food: Mass quantities. Emmrich introduces her to truffles and lemon cake and they're her new favorite things.

Drink: At this point she'll drink anything offered, but she's partial to whiskey and brandy. At night, with her boots off and the warmth of her lover's fire, a black tea with honey and brandy.

Have they—

Passed University: No. Genuinely, the only reason she can read is because of Thom Rainier.

Had Sex: Yes. It's inevitable if you have more than one Grey Warden in any space bigger than a closet.

Had Sex in Public: Yes. Privacy is a damn luxury when marching across Thedas looking for darkspawn to kill.

Got Tattoos: Every battle she didn't know she would survive becomes a thin blue line on her arm. There is a very large space that corresponds with Weisshaupt.

Got Piercings: Why? Like, to what end?

Got Scarred: First one was from a stupid nug dressed in a bow that ate better than she did. Many others followed until she got tired of getting hit and picked up some hours at the archery range.

Had a Broken Heart: Twice. The first was from someone she looked up to, and then she decided she didn't like that and refused to let it happen again. And then again, the night before she set foot on Tearstone Island...

Are they—

A Cuddler: Yes. Any time she can. When pillowing with another Warden, they both know that time to just rest next to someone in their embrace is rare and valuable, but usually they are too tired to do so after a day in the field. When she does have the ability to, she will.

Scared Easily: Wouldn't you be when multiple accounts from your fellow Wardens describe the fucking Architect? A BROOD MOTHER?! Dumat's tits, that's scary. That said, Tara's first instinct is to throw something at it first and then figure out what it is later.

Jealous Easily: You covet a lot of things when you are starving and poor. Tara grows out of it once she's conscripted and the Order put everything they thought she'd need in a pack. But her stealing days are long behind her once she realized there wasn't a whole she needed to survive on. It's when she learns how to live with Emmrich that she experiences possessiveness or jealously when some rich pompous Orlesian thinks they're better than her.

Trustworthy: Yes.

Family:

Sibling(s): No. Plenty of comrades though.

Parents: Unknown. She has no memory or feeling of family until a bearded man took care of her.

Children: Wait the one thing that was, like, actually a benefit of surviving the Joining was becoming barren. That and her stamina.

Pets: No. Griffons are adorable but they poop so much. Mabaris love her, and she loves smooshing their big wide heads. Maybe she should get a mabari.

Partner: Maker help the fool that tries to make Tara fucking Thorne a blushing bride. [reads note just passed over] Wait she what—

This was so damn fun, but my edible is about to kick in and I want to enjoy it by writing continued agony for Iris and Emmrich so please pardon my lack of tags.