#i forgor how to tag 💀

[evoiry]

happy ritsu day 😛 whattvJshdH?! JSI AGONY?

[mblue-art]

*angry duck noises*

hey, little guy, what's wrong?

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Jews in skyrim 👁️👁️

[spottedloaf]

finally trying to post these screenshot redraws here cause im bored

anyways dexter enjoyers come get your crumbs

[artekai]

Look who's stealing whose evil master plan because he's never had a single idea of his own

[apollos-boyfriend]

happy eviction date, c-section weakling

thank you anon! this is for u <3

[jeralldgator]

Wsg besties, I'm sort of new to Tumblr (not really I haven't used this website in years and lost my acc) and I hope to be active and start posting my art here, so uhh yeah

[get-thade-ed]

oldest art of them </3 that i have saved,, you get the sketch of one of the colored ones cause i liked it

cade is the shorter one,, theo the taller

ya <3 will reblog this post w more old art of them

i decided i’m taking too long w their character sheets </3 still making them tho

[ulyuxe]

revamped my ace attorney blog featuring my favourite franziska sprite

[dreamcast-official]

ok whats funny though is [REDACTED]

[arlwoah]

me to my fellow reddit refugees

it’s not joever. keep fighting the good fight gay people in my puter

[hoshizoraorchestra]

"normal" generally meaning how long you think most songs should be.

i feel like i saw a poll like this but i forgor 💀 explanations in tags is always appreciated (bc obvs what genres you listen to would effect this i think)

[eris090]

Title - "You got fucked over by America? Nice!"

No archive warnings

Relationships - RED Soldier / Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Tags - Collars, Leashes, Master/Pet, Praise Kink, Rough oral sex, Sex toys, Anal fingering, Femdom

Words - 2,699

Description - Soldier forgor 💀

The sight of Zhanna looming over him was one that Soldier had already become very accustomed to. Whether it was wrestling, sleeping or other explicit activities, Zhanna would usually find her way on top of Soldier, no matter the context. She was powerful, and she liked showing it.

That said, the position Soldier found himself in at the moment still made him slightly nervous. When Zhanna had been very handsy with him the entire day, Soldier just assumed in all his great wisdom that she was simply showing him affection. Which wasn't entirely false, but that wasn't the main goal, as Soldier quickly found out, when hours after they were done battling for the day Zhanna came barreling into his room, a bag in her tight grip as she tackled him.

Of course, this was normal. Sporadic wrestling was Soldiers bread and butter, so he raised his fist in preparation to fight back, that was before he saw Zhanna's expression. 

She looked angry. 

It chilled the patriot to the bone to see his fiance angry with him, not to mention the fact he didn't know what he had even done to provoke her. As far as he knew, she had been very happy all day! Smiling at him, hugging him, slapping his ass. All regular friendly things, however it only occurred to the patriot as Zhanna gazed down at him that those actions may have had something to do with it.

Setting the bag she had been carrying on the floor beside her, Zhanna spoke. “You are dumbest man in world.” She stated, hands resting on her hips as she glared down at the patriot, who only chuckled in response once he recovered from the initial shock. Soldier grinned up at his fiance, fully assuming she was teasing him, however that assumption was dropped when Zhanna's harsh expression did not disappear when he laughed.

“I am serious Jane. Did you forget what day it is?” She raised an eyebrow condescendingly, the question going one ear and out the other for Soldier as the answer was obviously yes. Lead poisoning had that effect on people, and he was not immune, even after he had taken all the pills in Merasmus’ medicine cabinet.

The Russian woman peered down at him, seemingly expecting an answer that Soldier was in no way prepared to give. Luckily, it was only a few moments before Zhanna answered the question for him. “It is our anniversary.”

Oh.

Soldier’s stomach dropped as he heard that, his eyes becoming wide enough that they were visible from beneath his helmet. The patriot's shocked expression would quickly fade however, getting replaced with one of abject despair. Soldier didn't often feel bad for things, mostly because he usually didn't seem to think he did anything wrong, however it was here that the man's heart sank, guilt overwhelming his senses as he looked up at his beautiful fiance.

There was no way in hell she had planned something ‘nice’ for their anniversary, and that's just how Soldier liked it. This being their first anniversary, Zhanna had likely planned for them to either wrestle or peg him into the sheets, maybe even both, but it was the sentiment that came with Soldier forgetting that made him feel bad. 

Zhanna however, seemed to notice the guilt filling her fiance's expression as her face softened and she reached down to cup his cheek in her hand. “It is ok, my maggot bear.” she assured him, gesturing for him to sit up. “I know just way you can make it up to me.”

She'd add with a grin, though Soldier only seemed confused by her vague suggestion, that was until she reached towards the bag she had set down earlier and pulled something out of it. A collar.

Soldier's heart fluttered back to its proper place, a wobbly smile spreading on his face while Zhanna shook it slightly, allowing Soldier to get a good eye full of it before she reached down to wordlessly clip it around Jane's neck. Obediently, Soldier lifted his head to allow his fiance to slide it underneath his neck and clip it at the front. The dark green leather pressed on his throat like a weighted blanket, lulling him into a sense of security that he only allowed himself to enter around Zhanna and Demo.

Laying his head back down, Soldier simply gazed up at the ceiling as his fiance pulled another item from the bag and attached it to his collar, revealing it to be a leash, which only made Soldier's excitement grow. He'd groan as he felt his cock begin stirring inside his uniform, pressing against the front of his pants where Zhanna sat atop him, though she seemed to pay it no mind. 

Zhanna rose to her feet, holding the leash she had attached to Soldier’s collar and picked the bag off the floor before walking over towards the Patriots bed. The sudden tug around his neck made Soldier perk up, looking over at Zhanna who was gazing down at him expectantly, a smirk decorating her features. Soldier would obediently rise to his knees and crawl over to her, following her to his bed where she would sit down. “Sit, mutt.” Zhanna commanded, at which Soldier would obey, not even considering not following her instructions.

Her pleased grin made Soldier melt, unbelievably happy to see his fiance displaying some amount of delight at his obedience. Beckoning the patriot closer, Zhanna would spread her thighs, and Soldier would hastily heel to her silent command. “Get undressed.” She gave another command, which as usual, Soldier delightedly obeyed, pulling his red shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants, too focused on his eagerness to follow Zhanna's orders to notice that she had stripped as well.

It seemed however that Zhanna quickly grew tired of her fiance's obliviousness, immediately placing her hand under his chin once he finished undressing and lifting his head to look at her, playfully knocking his helmet off using her free hand as she did so. Soldier had seen Zhanna naked countless times, inside and outside the bedroom, however he had still not grown accustomed to her physique. The way her abs just barely peeked through the slight fat on her belly, her broad shoulders, her strong collarbone, all of it. She was a goddess in Soldiers eyes, and she might as well have been considering her physical strength.

Zhanna chuckled as she watched her fiances cock harden as his gaze trailed over her body, a slight blush coming to her cheeks at the patriots adoration of her. She didn't hesitate long however, retrieving one last item from the bag she had brought in with her, and…

It was beautiful.

Eight inches of silicon in the mold of a thick cock, stars adorning the navy blue head while the shaft was striped red and white. It was slightly bigger than even Soldier’s sizable length, which would have made most normal people at least a little bit nervous, however Soldier was simply elated. The people who complained about getting fucked over by America were cowards.

Zhanna examined her fiance's delighted expression with a grin, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube and handing it to Soldier, snapping him out of his trance. “Stretch yourself for me, dog.” She commanded, her voice low and seductive in a way Soldier treasured, placing the toy on the bed next to her. Opening the bottle, Soldier would liberally spread the substance across his fingers, even accidentally spilling some on the carpet, at which Zhanna would chuckle.

Lowering his hand to his backside, Soldier would slowly slide a single finger into his hole, nibbling at his bottom lip as the discomfort of having a small object inside him strung him up. Upon Zhanna noticing her fiance's discomfort she'd attempt to soothe him, tilting his chin upwards to look at her. “Such a good boy, my maggot bear.” She cooed, using her other hand to scratch behind Soldier’s ear. The patriot once again found himself melting, a short grunt escaping his throat in response.

A second finger would quickly be pushed inside the patriot, his thick fingers scissoring him open while Zhanna gazed down at him lovingly. Unfortunately, patience wasn't Soldier’s strong suit, so it wouldn't be long before Soldier removed his fingers and looked up at Zhanna hopefully, eager to use the toy she had got for him, just the idea made his cock twitch. In an act of mercy, Zhanna would hand the toy over to Soldier, his grin widening impossibly larger as he examined it closer.

There weren't many more details about the object to scrutinize, so he'd simply set it on the floor and fumble with the bottle of lube for a moment, eagerly spreading the substance across the silicon until he was satisfied, which didn't take much. The patriot hurriedly lifted his hips and aligned the toy with his entrance before sitting down on it, at which point Zhanna would give a harsh tug of the leash, pulling his head towards her dripping cunt. Soldier glanced up at her, the sensation filling his gut going ignored in favor of figuring out what Zhanna wanted him to do, which Zhanna would help with. 

“Eat.” Her command was simple but harsh, sounding as though Soldier truly didn't have a choice in the matter, which made the patriot shudder. Leaning forward, Soldier licked a stripe up Zhanna's slit, drawing a low moan from the strong Russian as she placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him further in until he was kissing the sensitive nub residing at the top of her slit, making her gasp. “That is it, mutt. Taste me now, and savor it.” She commanded, though Soldier already intended to do so.

Raising his hips, Soldier pushed his tongue into Zhanna's hole, slobbering all over her cunt before dropping his hips back down, the toy hitting deep inside of him, causing him to moan against Zhanna, the vibration causing the Russian to Shudder before chuckling as her fiance's subservience. “What a good mutt. You will not touch, understand? You keep your hands on floor and take what I give to you.” She asked, pushing Soldiers head against herself harder, not allowing him to verbally respond, however she seemed satisfied by the patriots eager nod as he continued to eat her out.

Beginning a steady rhythm of riding the toy Zhanna had given to him, Soldier would release wanton moans into her snatch, being gifted with light tugs of his leash in reward. “There is my mutt. You are such good boy, you know this?” She praised, clenching around the patriots tongue as he whimpered, evidently desiring more stimulation, however he'd restrain himself, wanting to remain a good boy for his fiance. 

As Zhanna's wetness filled his mouth the only thing Soldier could find himself thinking about was how happy he was to have such a beautiful woman as his fiance. However that thought too would soon fade away as his brain became fogged with pleasure. Using her hand that wasn't holding Soldier’s head in place, Zhanna scratched behind his ears, her hands shaking due to Soldier’s immaculate way of eating her out. Screw whatever Spy said, this was real fine dining. 

It wasn't long before Zhanna's grip on his head started to become unbearably painful, a sure sign of the Russian woman's orgasm was fast approaching. With a grunt, Zhanna wrapped her legs around her fiance's head, pulling him against her even harder. It restricted Soldier's ability to breathe, however, he didn't seem to care all too much, his only desire being to please the love of his life. 

“Oh, Jane, you are so good at this! God, I am going to cum. Make me cum, maggot bear!” Zhanna moaned, her voice becoming uncharacteristically high pitched as she clenched around the patriots tongue, her walls spasming as she reached her climax. A long, rumbling moan would run through Zhanna's body and down into Soldier, making him whimper as she allowed her legs to fall from his shoulders and onto the floor at his sides, the release of his head allowing Soldier to fall backwards. Though, as he went to do so, Zhanna tugged on his leash, pulling him back in. “Oh no you don't.”

Her playful tone in combination with her rough voice made Soldier's cock twitch, reminding him of the intense need that was building in his groin. “Messy eater. Clean up your mess, dog.��� Zhanna's voice cut through Soldier's exhaustion as he gasped for air, turning his eyes up at Zhanna and taking a moment before he began licking up her thighs. She tasted magnificent, pardon his French, the texture of the slick liquid on his tongue caused a burning in the Patriots chest that he simply couldn't disregard.

With shaking legs, Soldier once again lifted himself off the toy filling his ass, only waiting for a second before dropping back down. An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he continued bouncing on the toy, Zhanna looking down at him proudly. Her joy nearly made Soldier's heart give out, eagerly continuing to clean the sickness between his fiance's thighs in return for the silent praise, though he would have done so either way. The opportunity to cum was a reward enough as far as Soldier was concerned, however Zhanna, the goddess she was, decided to give him more. 

“Look at you my honey maggot bear, riding dick so well. Only you could take something like that, yes? Only my mutt could ride America's cock so well.” She praised, dragging a desperate whine from the patriot below her, the noise quickly turning into a growl as he bit down on Zhanna's thigh to hide his sounds of ecstasy. “Oh no, Jane. Let go.” She scolded, leading Jane to shakily remove his mouth from her thigh, moving his head to look up at Zhanna as he repeatedly drove the toy into his ass, wincing whenever it hit his prostate. 

“Sweet Joseph-!” Soldier grunted as his climax began to build, his cock having not been touched once this whole time, Zhanna's presence alone being enough to bring him to orgasm, that is when she allowed him to. Turning his head towards the floor, Soldier squeezed his eyes shut, immersing himself in the pleasure his fiance was granting him. “Very good, Jane. So manly, so strong, you are such good boy for me.” She crooned, watching with eager eyes as Soldiers hips began to buck forward. 

“Cuh…! Cumming-! Please, Zh-...Zhanna-!” He groaned, heat enveloping his body as his hips thrusted forward of their own volition. Zhanna responded mercifully, petting the patriots head. “Go ahead and cum, Jane. Show how big of man you are.” her words simmered in Soldier’s fogged mind for only a second, upon processing them, immediately allowing Soldier to cum. “Sweet-...Shit, shit shit!” He dug his fingers into Zhanna's thighs as cum shot from his needy cock, twitching as it expelled its built up pleasure, spilling onto the carpeted floor of his room as well as spattering against his fiance's calves. 

Zhanna smiled, the sight of the twitching and writhing patriot nearly making her horny again as Soldier slowly released his death grip on her thighs, quietly gasping for air while his cock fell flaccid on the carpet, dirtying the floor even moreso. 

A few moments passed before Soldier lifted his head to look up at his fiance, a wobbly grin on his face, and his eyes tired as he rested the side of his head on Zhanna's inner thigh. His fiance grinned down at him with nearly the same expression, her eyes beautiful as always. After catching his breath, Soldier lifted himself off the toy, a short grunt escaping his throat as it popped out of his ass.

Soldier would gasp for breath a few more times before finally speaking. “Thank you, maggot…sorry for forgetting our anniversary.” Soldier sulked, leading Zhanna to lift his head back up. “Is ok Jane. You are forgiven.” She replied, her voice playful, making Soldier grin once again. “God, you're beautiful…”

[cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n]

*the crows are happily cawing around the ballroom!*

Hello!! Am I too early? Also I brought. All of my crows. Is that ok??

-(@not-the-organ)

That’s perfectly alright! Thank you for coming- feel free to make yourself at home until more guests arrive.

[ikkosu]

Hellooo Ikko, how are you ? I've been trying to come up with appropriate questions to get to know your robot husbands for a while now but I feel like an idiot every time I write one down because I can't tell if it's elementary knowledge or not sooo can you give me a very basic primer on how things work around here ? For reference, I don't even know what a valveplug is, have no clue about conjux endurae and I only know Pharma and Prowl (your husband) so I think we have a lot to cover here. Love your new pfp btw!

Glad you love it!! It took me a while to muster up the courage to swap. I still miss the old one though.

Also it's okay if it's complicated at first 😭 trust me, getting into his fandom requires knowledge of the canon and the fanon too lmaoo. And the fanon isn't so little either 😭, it's as complicated as the cabon with the terminologies which is why I always adore reading original fanon works. It's almost always better than the original ones.

and a writer of the mtme comics (an idw tf comics series) used to write transformers fanfiction, can you believe that? If you're curious, it's called Eugenesis and I don't know what to say about it yet since Im only on the first chapter 💀 and it's certainly interesting...

Anyways, things get complicated so I'll only explain some surface level stuff. Me just jotting down stuff from the top of my head dhjsiwks.

So, basically in fanon stuff because in canon there's no way hasbro is giving them actual dicks, cybertronians have an interface panel. their version of a built in panty that just slides open and close for use. It's located around the crotch, the rectangular shaped thing and when it opens it reveals two interface array/ port (genitals) : a valve (vagina) and a spike (dick).

Though, gender isn't really much a thing in their society, female Cybertronians also have a spike and a valve (in fanon, of course). And there's also other ways writers make the bots fuck. Some writers prefer ports over spike/valve, a different method of fucking that involved plugging and wireplay? I guess, I am not that knowledgeable enough to explain ( I will read more I swear)

So if you write anything explicit, nsfw in the fandoms tf writers will use the tag #valveplug to indicate it's nsfw. And maccadam (lorewise, it's an oil house, basically like a bar where Cybertronians go to drink energon and chat etc. I heard it's used because everytime tf pops up it's just Megan fox because of the movie 😭 and people wanted fandom centric things and not that)

Going into Cybertronian culture is not my forte, but I do know a little. it's a given they interact differently when it's comes to love and relationships. They take these things seriously. Amica endurae : best friend, and Conjux is basically your wife/husband and they'll have to undergo a ritual. And it's canon! :D examples of relationships are Chromedome/Rewind, Ratchet/Drift are just a few . There's many more but I forgor

Cybertronians express emotions through emp field since they don't have a heart but a spark. A spark is kind like a soul? So it's like a magnetic field. when they 'feel' things, other mechs can also feel it as well. they can pull it close to them when they're uncomfortable or expand it to assert domination — just some of the things they do.

Relationships in Transformers gets complicated when there's Sparkbonding involved. I do not know much about that djidskfhkwn so dshsjsja

Some terms, Servo : hand, helm : head, pedes : feet, breem : hour, joor : months, klik : seconds.

There's also many robot husbands!!! Optimus, (iconic dad) Soundwave, Megatron, Ultra Magnus and more :DD

Also, you've just given me the signal I need to learn more about Cybertronian culture LMAOAOA

[msommers]

1, 3, 11, 14, 19 for riya, meredith and ellana?

ok so like. ignore the time it took me to get to these. i was in fact thinking of them constantly but the act of actually typing?? horrendous. // oc asks: roots edition

1. How many living parents does your OC have? If they're alive, where are they now and what's your OC's relationship with them? If they're dead, how did they die?

RIYA — two! both of Riya's parents are still living in the ancestral Clairmont estate back in Cumberland, thank goodness. Riya is the biggest daddy's girl known to Thedas, they've been nearly attached at the hip since she was born as she's Loren’s only daughter and youngest child. they had matching outfits, practically a language of their own with all of the in-jokes and references, and she felt safe talking to him about anything and everything. she's not nearly as close with her mother, but their relationship is still good. i think Riya sometimes perceives it as being a little worse than it is, but that's just because she's somebody who craves frequent displays that show how somebody feels about her. Priscilla sacrificed a whole new palatial estate to the Circle of Magi just so Riya could grow up in the comfort she was used to, never truly punished her for shunning her studies and responsibilities, and started pulling on every resource to protect her after the frame job. there's no doubt they love each other with all of their hearts, but Priscilla has trouble with vulnerability and emotional expression, and Riya struggles with the high standards/expectations from her. 

MEREDITH — first of all: you're sick and twisted for this. second: zero 💚 they were both casualties of Rendon Howe’s coup. i personally, me myself and i, believe Rendon would have been too much of a cowardly, slimy fuck to be face-to-face with any Cousland when it all kicked off, so i believe that Bryce suffered a fatal stab wound from one of Howe's stealthier soldiers and subsequently bled out in the larder before being found. as for Eleanor?? i'm having a tough time with this one and have been for the whole week it took me to finally get back here. as of right now, i'm fucking with the idea that Eleanor was able to wipe out a small group of the attackers before Rendon finally showed up with his own squad of goons, and she died from one of them stabbing her in the back after she'd gotten far too close to taking Rendon down in a rush attack. i simply find it hard to believe the woman who took down a warship at the age of fifteen would've laid down and died, or been unable to get at least one good strike at the man who filled her with such a powerful vengeance. clearly the fuck didn't die there, but i like to think he spent a good few months recovering from the wound Eleanor left him on her way out.

ELLANA — you'd think after all these years i would have her clan figured out but i kinda forgor 💀 i think her parents would be alive! given who Ellana is, i imagine her family (and clan overall) would hold similar values and they'd lead kinder lives that allow them more peace from outside dangers. i know she'd be a family focused woman so she would have a good relationship with both parents, perhaps closer with her mother just cuz. if i end up making a post in the next few days with a bunch of brand new dalish elves hot off the presses this is your fault (affectionate)

3. How did your OC feel the first time they left home? Why did they leave?

RIYA — answered here!

MEREDITH — first time she left home probably would've been joining her father on teyrn business to visit some bann or other, tagging along because of a young girl's curiosity. likely could have been the first trigger to her becoming interested in politics, bombarding Bryce with questions on the carriage ride to their destination and then somehow finding even more once they were there because she found the business so fascinating. it would have undoubtedly been exciting for her from the jump, and only gotten better the further along they went as she started to learn more and more about the people of the teyrnir and her father's responsibilities. 

ELLANA — her clan is one of the rare groups to engage in occasional trade with humans and i imagine this soft-hearted clown would've enjoyed taking part in those ventures, i'll count that as technically leaving home because i'm sure it was at least a week’s worth of time spent traveling out and engaging. she was eager to go! it would have meant a great deal to her that she was being entrusted to join the journey as a protector for those who were going along, and she wouldn't deny feeling a bit of a thrill at the idea of interacting with non-dalish for the first time. 

11. What was your OC scared of as a child? Are they still scared of that?

RIYA — answered here!

MEREDITH — Aldous doesn't strike me as the type of teacher to censor or lighten history for the sake of a young mind, which i'm sure Meredith would've been grateful for in her young adult years and onward, but as a child she was often worrying herself to sleeplessness over the dreadful—and sometimes downright evil—acts of humankind. the Orlesian occupation and subsequent war to regain Ferelden’s independence was filled with enough horror stories on its own to fuel her nightmares for years on end. this all probably contributes to her later development of paranoia tbh, but let's not examine that rn. i’d say around her origins era that she’s still holding onto those fears, but she has the added fun and lucky experience of getting to learn that her own countrymen are just as capable of their atrocities.

ELLANA — i think she would have been fortunate enough to avoid any serious fears as a child, in part due to her innate bravery and another to her clan having a more gentle history compared to many others. perhaps a fear of heights, which she'd definitely gotten over by the time the inquisition came around (hi mage barrier + flinging self off a cliff to avoid finding a path combo <3) ((she wouldn't like. Literally do that but it's funny)). something super specific but i feel suits her as she's spent so long in the woods: a forest going silent. not something i think she'd have gotten over, and just the idea of it makes her feel on edge. like what the fuck do you mean all of the wildlife and even the wind has gone quiet because Something Is Coming, that’s always scary. 

14. Who was your OC's first love? How do they remember that person now?

RIYA — a noble boy that started training under her brother, Regulus, when she was in her teens. he was a young warrior-in-training with lofty aspirations of gaining glory through acts of altruism and heroics—basically he was a startup version of the heroes she'd grown up hearing stories of from her own family history and other various tales of daring, so naturally she had to pounce on that with all the finesse a 15-year old Riya possessed. it worked because she was pretty and heaped on all of the praises a young fighter would love to hear from a girl (not to mention there's a high chance they already knew each other from running in the same social circles), but it wouldn't have lasted very long. they had a good month or two of a fun and frivolous relationship, but Riya had gotten her first hook-up and that sparked her long-lasting habit of fooling around with a partner until she was abruptly ready to drop them and move on in search of another. she would have been adamant then and would still be now that just because their connection was brief, it doesn't mean her love for him wasn't real (it was a shallow thing entirely based off of her [unsurprisingly] getting horny about a young hero in the making but hey! still counts). i'd say she remembers him fondly because i don't imagine it ended in a Disastrous way. all she's got of him are good memories of early practices for her flirting skills, eagerly observing warrior training, and a judgment-free first sexual experience that probably gave them both a good confidence/happiness boost.

MEREDITH — if there's one thing about me it's that i'm gonna push my “Meredith and Gilmore were childhood sweethearts” agenda whenever i'm handed the opportunity, because i can't be convinced that it's not adorable as hell. a little lady and a young squire?? cuties. babies. must be protected. nothing too serious really but they were in their early teens and had grown up together, having that close bond made it easy to slip into crushes once they hit puberty. he fancied himself her protector and she found it incredibly romantic, as a young noble girly is wont to do. he also knew how to make her laugh, could tell when she was hiding irritation from others to be polite, and took her seriously (which we all know is monumental to a teen girl who has Ideas and Opinions). unfortunately, most of the time when Meredith allows herself the space to remember him, she thinks back to his promise that he would be at her side until she had all of Ferelden wrapped around her finger. makes it harder to face the fact that she’s taking those steps without him, even if she’s managed to find support in others. she’s fond of the times when she can think of him and focus only on his loyalty and courage, rather than the other Horrors which plague her even a decade on. we don’t talk about Fort Drakon <3

ELLANA — the Second of her clan, a girl named Mirisa. a severe case of puppy love that lasted quite a while on both sides. Ellana was practically born with a deep respect and awe for mages, so i imagine that contributed to her developing a crush and subsequently taking any excuse under the sun to be present for Mirisa’s practicing or training so that she could observe the magic. their favored way of wasting the time away and being together was going off to relax under the shade of some tree or other, Ellana with her head in Mirisa’s lap, content listening to the Second ramble on about all she was learning from the Keeper that week. most of the arcane talk went over her head (though she engaged with it as best she could), but her favorite topics were the various tidbits of history that she wasn't learning about in her own teachings. they're probably still friends by the time Ellana is sent to the Conclave tbh and she looks back at their little love affair as an adorable example of harmless, innocent romance. it brings a smile to her face recalling the little moments of sneaking chaste kisses when nobody was looking, or them giggling at nothing simply because they were giddy being near one another. 

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

RIYA — answered here! 

MEREDITH — i’m sitting here trying to come up with a condensed list or something but it’s like. take one look at this woman and you know she’s carried and cataloged literally everything she’s ever been told or learned herself through her entire life. she has names of nobility and military figures memorized from wars and conflicts that haven’t mattered in who knows how long. she’s hoarded knowledge on ancient and abandoned Fereldan traditions just for fun. she can recite the entire timeline of the Cousland family back to its origin and give you cute little blurbs on most, if not all, of the family members. she’s a fucking nerd with an obsession to Know Things due to the assumption that knowledge is power enough to keep her safe and in control, she’s not letting anything slip the mind palace.

ELLANA — naturally she carries and maintains the vir tanadhal as both a dalish and a hunter, feeling more attuned to the vir bor'assan (bend but never break. "as the sapling bends, so must you. in yielding, find resilience; in pliancy, find strength.") out of the three. the vir banal'ras (aka dalish calling for a blood debt to be paid) wasn’t something she clung to very much as a kid but the memory of it came rushing back and became very important to her on a handful of occasions during her time as agent/inquisitor. she wasn’t as religious or spiritual as some of the others from her clan, but she still carried out the traditional ways of worship for the evanuris as any good dalish would.