#but um apparently this is actually like a highly anticipated movie a lot of people are seeing. that lupita is *not* too good for?

[marklikely]

i must have seen the quiet place day 1 ad at least 20 times but i didn't realize until today that the star is lupita nyong'o

[rannadylin]

detailed oc asks: 20, 25, 26, 35 for Lottie, 6, 10, 39, 42 for Lenneth, and 14, 19, 33, 37, 51 for Dal, and 46 for all of them

Thank you, these were fun!

For Lottie:

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

Ixamitl Cute isher Aesthetic of course. :-D Skirts and embroidered vests and all that. Mostlyteals/purples. And braids!

25. City or Country?

She’s a citygirl, because cities are where the libraries are. And the academies. And theorchestras. And lots of interesting people to talk to!

26. Guilty Pleasure

Well at thispoint in the story, spending a lot of time with her crush for totallybusiness reasons after he gave her unlimited access to the city archives iskind of a guilty pleasure. XD Um but also…hoarding all the interesting littlecurios she has collected in her attic maybe? I don’t know that Lottie honestlyfeels guilty about any of that.

35. What are they like as a friend?

Lottie is agreat conversationalist, because she likes to talk but especially likes tonudge her friends into talking so she can learn from their stories. She is alsoa great storyteller! Depending on her friend’s personality, all that chatter canget annoying, though. But if she finds someone *coughAdicough* with sharedinterests, she will enthusiastically delve into those interests with them! Andfor those she knows best (Xipil especially, that twin bond) she has a knack foranticipating their thoughts/ideas, figuring out what they’re getting at even ifthey have a hard time expressing it. (Well, that’s mostly just Xipil, but Lottiewith an introverted friend is likely to develop the same knack. She’s observantand good at putting clues together, except not always savvy to the social cuesfor when she’s annoying someone with her exuberance.)

For Lenneth:

6. Headcanon VA

Ahhhh it wouldbe great if I knew more VAs than just the CritRole cast… XD Um the purple HawkeVA would probably work great for her since that was pretty much where I startedin developing Lenni’s personality when I started her playthrough?

10. Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

None that I’vedrawn/written her with so far, but getting piercings and/or a tattoo would behighly likely for her!

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

The sweetestthing possible! Probably caramel apple spice something or other, or somethinglike that? I avoid drinking my carbs as much as possible so I have very littleexperience in the kind of sugary drinks Lenni would crave!

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

Oh Lenni. She has done a lot of dumb things in her time, afterall, but she does not let that stop her! Hm…probably getting scammed by a conartist herself back when she was first orphaned, which in turn led to her tryingto run scams of her own, which sometimes worked out and often did not, it was alot of trial and error and getting run out of towns that got wise to herschemes. She always just tries again in a new town though! Which is either veryresilient of her or…continuing to try to con people when it’s clearly notworking out might actually be the dumbest thing she’s done. XD

For Dal:

14. Can they cook? Can they bake?

Indeed she can!(Vi would be jealous, probably.) Most of the skills I picked for her werepretty domestic – she’ll be much happier settling down with her family inIxamitl than adventuring, that’s for sure – and cooking was rank 3 or 5 Ithink? Dal is happiest when occupied with tasks that make her feel helpful, andgravitated to kitchen tasks pretty early on (along with thegardening/herbalism, because she enjoyed seeing what she could do with theherbs she was growing) and has developed into a pretty intuitive cook.

19. Hobbies

Well, thecooking and the gardening of course. Reading, sometimes. She’s watched Siofraknit often enough but never got around to learning it from her, alas. She willattempt to learn embroidery in Ixamitl but that may not go any better than Vi’smuffins…

33. How have they changed over time?

As far as my ideaof her, she was originally supposed to be older, a bit more jaded, actuallycapable of intimidation via divine glow (I put intimidation on her skill listbut it ended up so way out of character I only tried once to use it, and thatwas after she was ex-godlike and also was an attempt against Yarrow so ofcourse it didn’t work XD), and nowhere near the skittish little sweetheart sheended up being. As far as her actual character development in game, she has hadto…confront a lot of things she took for granted and decide what really mattersmost to her? And navigate dilemmas where her innately extreme honesty may notalways be the best policy? Basically she’s scarred for life, really, buthopefully comes out of it all stronger in the end…

37. Do they have any phobias?

I mean she’s abit scared of everything out in the real world so far but I don’t know if that’sa phobia as much as excess caution from a tiny girl in a big world. It’s morejust that so many things are new and unfamiliar to her, rather than actualphobias. I have yet to identify actual phobias for her…She probably did have afear of public speaking but at some point she gained some ranks in Oratory (she’sa priest, come on, she’s gotta do sermons sometime) so she has worked her waypast that fear to some extent.

51. What were some inspirations for your character (people,movies, games)?

Uhhhh…wellmostly the reason for her being so quiet and hesitant about everything is thatthis was Ranna’s first time in a ttrpg and I was slow to figure out how to roleplay. :-D My next character will hopefully be a little more decisive? Otherthan that, the inspiration for Dal was mostly just looking at the rpg guide andseeing “Dawn Godlike” and going “YES I WANT THAT” and also I apparently can’tnot play an orlan if orlan is an option. (I’ll probably be a LK orlan in thenext campaign, of course XD)

And then for that last one…

46. If this character was in a musical, what would their motifbe (what kind of instruments do you hear, what’s the tempo, etc).

So uh this question may have prompted me to dig out my Noteworthy Composer CD and install it again since it turns out I hadn’t done that yet since the last computer upgrade. :-D I had some plans to try to show-not-tell the answer for this one by putting together a little midi motif for each of them, but then…I found some of my old compositions (like, this was 20 years ago in college, I am Old) and actually…

This one is a pretty good Dal theme! For her I wanted something sort of mellow, sweet, and slightly melancholy, not a whole lot of variation (she thrives in routine, day-to-day domestic life, not this harrowing adventuring business) and it turns out my Winter theme works for that.

And this dance tune works for Lottie! Cheerful, and also - it’s in 7/4 time. We can’t have something too simple for a chanter that clever! And it’s sort of a balladic melody too, also very chanter-suitable.

I’ll have to actually compose something for Lenni though, didn’t find any in the old files that work for her! Something a bit jazzy probably…we’ll see…

Extremely Detailed OC Ask Meme

[livralph]

One year after

Word count: 2.8k

In which Harry and Draco meet a year or so after they left school and have an unconventional start to their relationship

It had started as a fling, hell, it started as a one night stand. Two guys who new each other at school meeting for the first time in over a year and having a drink and a bit of fun, because why not? Harry had seen Draco across the bar and without thinking, went for him. Granted, that was mostly because this was a muggle, gay bar. One of which Harry new Draco not to be, the other he was suddenly hoping was very true.

Harry called the bar tender over and asked him to give a drink to “that hot blonde guy over there” and tell him who it was from. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking, and as the bar tender made the fruity cocktail his dread slowly grew. What had he been thinking? Getting the guy who he hated all through school a drink! Oh, Merlin, he needed to stop the bar tender- but it was too late. He’d walked over to Draco and given him the drink, pointing at Harry.

His face went from confusion to mild surprise in a matter of seconds. He raised his eyebrows questionly at Harry, who he saw shrug sheepishly and blush. The boy who lived, Draco thought, not straight and hitting on him, of all people.

Oh, he could have some fun with this.

So he stood up and walked over to the boy who’s hair was just as horrifically messy and seemingly soft as it had been at Hogwarts. To think, it had been over a year since he’d last seen Harry. Since anyone from the wizarding world had seen Draco, actually. He’d been living as a muggle since. Living as a Malfoy in the wizarding community would forever be tainted after his father.

“Potter.” He smirked as he sat on the stool directly next to Harry’s facing him. It was, in fact, so close that Draco’s knees almost brushed the others stool.

“Draco.” Harry said, turning his head to the side and looking at Draco. Something about him felt different to the last day of school when Harry saw Draco climb onto the train with Blaise and Pansy both seemingly sad every time Draco wasn’t looking, and him exactly the same when they weren’t looking. Now he had plastered a coy smile upon his face and was wearing a confidence on his sleeve Harry hadn’t seen properly since they were in their fifth year, but being used for different purposes.

For a moment he did nothing but stare at the blonde. What else was different? It wasn’t just how he held himself, his features were eventuates perfectly and Harry still couldn’t tell-

“First name basis now, huh, Harry?” His teasing voice was exactly the same, but held with a different pretence. Before it had been mostly with malicious intent. Now it was... flirtatious? “Oh come off it. Never seen a guy in makeup before? Wow, the wizard community really is so sheltered.”

That’s what it was! Draco’s eyes were traced delicate black eyeliner and his thick lashes her coated by mascara! He was also wearing a nude lipstick which accentuated his Cupid’s bow, almost making Harry want to-

“Like what you see?” That. Stupid. Smirk.

“I don’t know, Draco. Seem a bit desperate.” he replied easily, even though his heart rate was getting faster now that the blonde was so close to him. Despite this, he turned to face Draco, causing one of Harry’s knees become caught between the others legs but neither of them made an attempt to move now that they’d made it into this position. “How’ve you been then. Since school, you know.”

Now Draco was lost for words. Clearly he hadn’t been anticipating this situation and was now struggling with what to do with his hands seeing as he had no pockets and his lap wasn’t currently an option seeing as one of Harry’s legs was between his legs. A moment later, he had an idea, moving both of his hands from being awkwardly in mid air so one of them was on Harry’s thigh (the one that wasn’t wedged between his) and the other hand was reaching for his highly delicious cocktail.

He took a sip leaning back a little just so he still had room to function rather than allow his brain to fry from being so close to Harry. “Pretty good. Turns out it isn’t difficult to get a well payed job when you aren’t known as the son of a convicted murderer. Who’d have thought. Muggles are a lot better than I thought, scarhead. They don’t care that I’ve got a tattoo on my arm. Which is not great, because when I say I’m not to keen they ask why I haven’t had it removed. It doesn’t work. Tried. Failed.”

Harry’s smile faded. He didn’t know Draco had left the wizarding world. Yes, no one had seen him around for months but they assumed that was because he didn’t want to be. Narcissa was almost never seen in Diagon Ally or the Leaky Cauldron, then again, Harry didn’t know if she was still around either.

“Sorry.” Harry replied. “I mean- about everything that’s happened. It’s not fair that everyone hates you.” He offered a weak smile to Draco.

He offered one back, along with a squeeze to Harry’s thigh. “I don’t know that everyone hates me. You seem quite content right now.” He muttered leaning impossibly closer to Harry. So close, in fact, that Harry actually though he was about to kiss him.

“Mhm. Give it a bit longer and I might be even more so. The desperate thing looks rather good on you.” Harry breathed, breath fanning over Draco’s lips as he spoke.

He laughed shallowly, “yeah? Well in a few minutes I recon it could look even better.”

“Oh, you do? I think I’d like to find out for myself, if you don’t mind.” Harry looked down at Draco’s mouth as he spoke. “Toilets?” He muttered, after pressing his lips to the others in an open mouthed kiss.

“Fuck, yes.”

One thing lead to another— meaning the bar’s toilets lead to Draco’s apartment. Harry kissed his neck and threaded his fingers through Draco’s belt loops from behind while the blonde fumbled with his keys trying to lock the door because he was sure that later he wouldn’t have the power to after what was about to happen.

And, Merlin, was he right because minutes after they finished he was completely gone, with Harry fucking Potter smiling proudly at him as he too dozed off.

In the morning Draco half expected Harry to have gone. To have left before they had the chance to talk. He thought Harry’d made a drunken mistake and would want to escape before they had any reason to make conversation.

But no. The next morning Draco woke up with the boy who lived pressed against his back. He woke up to his childhood nemesis fucking spooning him. He couldn’t move, he was literally frozen in place, with a slight headache and The Saviour of The Wizarding World on his back and his hands splayed across his stomach.

When Harry realised that Draco was awake he kissed the back of his neck, just behind his ear causing Draco to shiver. It was then that the ex-deatheater knew he was utterly fucked. Quite literally, as a few minutes later when they both made their way into the kitchen for breakfast Harry had pressed him back against the fridge and began covering Draco’s already marked neck with even more dark hickeys.

So it had been a one night stand. With the morning included. That was all.

Except it wasn’t, because, as if turned out, a few weeks later they saw each other in the same bar they’d reunited in last time. And, well, as previously mentioned, one thing leads to another...

And it seemed the two kept meeting. Eventually they would see each other more than two times a week in the exact same bar- and it didn’t even always lead to them sleeping together. Sometimes they just ended up at one of their houses wrapped up in the duvet talking or watching a movie and lazily making out.

They hadn’t called their relationship anything. They weren’t friends, per se... but they weren’t dating either. It was odd, neither was seeing anyone else, but they never saw each other without it starting by “running into each other” at the bar. By now both of them would go hoping the other would be there, but they would never say that to each other.

One morning, around four months after their first night, they were both lying in Harry’s bed, Draco’s head in the crook of Harry’s neck, relishing in the closeness. They were completely at ease in the quiet morning atmosphere, when a loud crack echoed around the apartment. “Shit!” Harry said loudly, sitting up in bed and looking at the almost naked Draco who’s eyes were filled with confusion and slight anxiety.

“Harry?” Hermione’s voice came from just beyond the door. “Harry are you okay?”

Harry managed to yell an answer just as the door handle began to turn. “Don’t come in!” He was now stood up, wearing nothing but his boxers and pacing around the room. “I’m- um- getting dressed.”

“Okay. I’ll be in the kitchen.” The men both listened as her footsteps became quieter.

When they were sure she was out of ear shot Draco ran over to Harry. “The fuck, potter?!” His voice was filled with an inexplicable venom. “What the bloody hell is Granger doing here?” He was pacing too, now.

“She- my auror licence got suspended a while back. She’s helping me get it back and I forgot I said we’d meet this morning.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, not knowing what to do until he remembered something. “You can apparate home, right now. Just do it.”

Draco glared at Harry. “You know I don’t carry my wand anywhere, Harry.”

“Floo powder- fuck no I’m out of that.”

“What can we do?” Draco was becoming increasingly more agitated. “She’s in the kitchen. The door to your apartment is in the kitchen. We’re twelve floors up. I’m fucking trapped. Oh, my God-“

“Calm down. We’ll just- I’ll get Hermione into the living room and you can make a run for it, okay?” Harry said, taking Draco’s hands in his.

“Got it.”

Harry pulled on a jumper and tracksuit bottoms before walking over Draco who was still doing the buttons of his shirt up. “See you.” Harry smiled, leaning up and pressing his lips against Draco’s softly, a sign affection they’d taken to before they left each other.

“See you.” Draco muttered back, leaning into Harry’s touch.

It really was odd. They had no label, yet they kissed each other goodbye with a promise of a next time, and exchanged loving smiles just before one left. In reality, they were boyfriends, but they weren’t calling what they had. Labelling them would give them standards to meet, and Harry wasn’t sure Draco was ready for that.

“Sorry, ‘mione, couldn’t find my glasses.” Harry said, smiling at his best friend. “Can we go to the living room, I think I’ve got our notes from last time in there.”

“Sure.” Hermione smiled brightly, following him gladly. “And I’ll be sure to shut the door so that whoever was in there with you can get out without me knowing who they were, okay?” She said, closing the door behind her and looking over at Harry with the smile that had been on her face becoming a sly smirk.

Harry choked on his own spit in shock at Hermione’s blatant acknowledgment that someone had been in Harry’s bedroom. He doubled over coughing and spluttering as she only started laughing at his reaction.

“How did you know someone was in there?” He groaned when finally he stopped heaving.

“You were talking, Harry. Now, I know people talk to themselves, but in two very different voices? No one I know does that.” She grinned at him. “So who is it? Someone we know or just someone you picked up? Is it serious? Are you dating someone who you don’t want your friends to know about?”

“Hermione.” Harry gave her a pleading look. “It’s nothing. Well, it’s not but- we haven’t labelled it so- I’d rather-“

“Okay.” She nodded understandly, but then, “what’s she like?” She couldn’t help it, she had to know something.

Harry winced, “not a she?” Was his only reply.

“Ohh, you have a boyfriend!” She yelled with glee.

“I do not!! And please shut up he might still be here I don’t want to scare him.” He finished the sentence quietly so there was no chance someone lingering outside the door would here.

This went on for half an hour; Hermione pestering Harry about who over he’d been in bed with rather than helping him with what she was there to help with.

That night Harry took a taxi over to Draco’s, mostly to apologise for the morning, though partly because he just wanted to see him. He rang the door bell once before waiting for Draco to answer. After five minutes of standing outside in the hallway and no answer Harry decided to go, and just as he was about to turn around and leave the door opened to reveal Draco. His eyes were red and blotchy and there were tear tracks down his face. It was obvious he’d tried to make himself look like he hadn’t been crying, but he hadn’t been very successful.

“Oh look who it is.” Draco sighed, nose blocked from crying and voice shaking as he spoke as if he was going to breakdown any second. “What do you want?”

“Are you okay?” Harry said urgently, lifting one hand to Draco’s cheek, wiping tears away with his thumb.

“What do you care? It’s not like I’m your boyfriend or anything.” Draco sniffled with his eyes focused on where he was kicking one of his feet lightly against the floor.

“You- what?” Harry replied, furrowing his eyebrows and thinking what he could have done to upset Draco. They’d been fine when he said goodbye that morning, and then- oh. Oh.

“You heard me. Off you go then, potter, wouldn’t want anyone to think you care for me now, would we?” His voice had gone back to that same sneer he used with him back in school and Harry felt his chest tighten at it.

Harry started on at Draco, who’s tears had properly resumed again. “Can I come in?” He muttered, and Draco shrugged. Honestly, could he not act like an adult? Draco walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools by the breakfast bar without saying a word, he was wearing one of Harry’s jumpers he must have taken that morning and skinny jeans which made his legs look amazing.

It took a minute of awkward silence for Harry to realise Draco was expecting him to say something about this morning, but he didn’t know what to say. “What are we?” Draco asked quietly into the sleeve of Harry’s holding that was pulled to cover half of his hand.

Harry looked at him in silence. He was beautiful, white blonde hair and incredible eyes even though he’d probably spent the whole day in tears. “What do you want us to be?” Harry replied simply, giving Draco the option to back out of what they had if he wanted.

Evidently, this was the wrong thing to say, because Draco immediately shut his eyes to stop another tidal wave of tears from pouring down his face.

“Draco, please stop.” Harry sounded strained as he spoke. “I know what I said to Hermione this morning. About us not being boyfriends, but that’s because I didn’t think you were ready for that.”

“Not ready?” Draco was laughing in disbelief. “I’ve been ready since fourth year, only my head was to fucking big to admit it to myself back then. And now I’m finally happy with who I am and I’m with you but I find out you don’t want to be with me? Yeah that fucking hurts, you bastard.” His voice had lost all strength by the time he stopped speaking.

Harry started at him yet again. Fourth year? That’s how long Draco had liked him? No wonder what Harry said upset him. “Draco.” Harry walked over and put his hand on his shoulder, “look at me, love.” He muttered, and Draco froze. They didn’t use pet names.

Draco slowly lifted his head only for Harry to press his lips against his. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?” He muttered, his lips brushed against Draco’s as he spoke.

“Fuck, yes.”