#i hope her and rook can one day get along

[apostaterevolutionary]

So. Veilguard impressions so far (I’m about 13.5 hours in). Most of these are mechanical as I don’t feel like I’ve gotten enough time with the companions/story to have many opinions on it, but I feel like I at least have some opinions worth noting lmao (mostly no spoilers but like. Maybe a little so read at your own discretion)

Things I like:

I’m honestly still shocked my computer can actually run it and overall very well too

Character creator is super detailed, I love that

I keep falling off of ledges lmfao so I’m glad there’s no penalty for that

You can pet all the cats and dogs!!!!!

Also love that there’s no carry weight to contend with but I still get to pick up a ton of random items. It satisfies by urge to pick up anything that isn’t nailed down. This is great, especially after bg3 sksks (which I also enjoy as a game but pls why does gold have weight 😭)

So far I like the new companions a lot and I do enjoy these early game little almost… domestic? Or just small scale? Quests you have with them? Idk I dig it. I wasn’t sure about the ‘bond’ thing at first but on further reflection I like that you can gain approval-equivalent just by bringing them along. Makes things easier

I don’t dislike the vibes tbh like I’ve seen people say ‘oh it’s too happy and positive’ and like. Okay yeah 2 of the 3 companions you recruit early on are very bubbly but we also got blight horror all over the place so idk, maybe this is a complaint I’ll understand later but right now I don’t agree with it

Oh and I love the lantern system for when companions have dialogue - it’s a clever way of signifying when they’re all in different buildings

Things I don’t like:

I kinda get what people are saying about the handholding. Why do I need a little tip to tell me ‘[companion] has noted that you told them [thing you just said]’ 😭

Also while the new companions are fun, I do think Harding got hit pretty hard with ‘previous game lore dump’ duty cause damn. Admittedly I don’t remember her personality in inquisition super well but a lot of her dialogue just feels. Off in that way. I get it was necessary to do it somehow but. Oof. I feel bad for her cause it makes me less interested in her 😔

This is minor but I don’t like how when you load a save, it’s not actually where you saved. It’s at the last fast travel point. So it’s like. I found this hard-to-find spot last night. Saved. Planned to continue the quest the next day. Except! I have to find the spot again! And I forgot where it was! Why!!! This is absolutely a remnant of when it was a live service game but woof, why keep that in

Also bringing back the 100 save limit - actual worst feature of inquisition, why the hell would they keep it 💀 if anyone knows a mod to fix this, pls let me know, I need to have like 800 saves per run or I’ll die okay

And this is the big one tbh. I’m sorry but I really don’t like the combat 😶 like. Every boss fight is just the arishok fight except with help. Getting Lucanis has given some improvement cause now there’s at least another melee target on the field but at this point, I’m looking for a stealth option on that giant skill tree (why is it so big! I have no idea what I’m doing with it!!!) so I can go full skyrim (stealth archer) lmao. I’m hoping when I actually get to recruit a warrior (why is this the last class you get, that feels backwards), it’ll get more playable cause I’ll actually have a tank. Right now I just cannot understand why everyone says this is fun, I have had pretty much no fun in any of the fights (I’m becoming the person I was poking fun at before when I said it’s weird to play games if you don’t like half of it skskdk. Also ngl I would not be powering through if this were not a game I already had a vested interest in). Also how did anyone play a mage and make it through the first 10 hours, like I have NO idea. I’m very glad I didn’t, it’s hard enough with a rogue

Neutral observations/thoughts:

I’ve decided to play rook as like. A discount version of hawke? Cause I feel like that’s the kind of person varric would seek out, like a spark of the familiar is what drew Varric to them. And that’s adding a bit of fun headcanon flavour

(Also I have some suspicions that things are not as they seem with Varric but. We’ll see on that I suppose)

Also it’s funny cause I’ve always been a Solas neutral person (like him well enough but never understood why he was such a big deal to either the lovers or the haters). But I do find him more annoying here lmao. Maybe cause I’m rping too hard and Rook finds him annoying but I just think it’s funny

Also genuinely could not imagine this being someone’s first DA game sksks they are going to have no idea what’s going on lore-wise

[princesskeda]

Update!!

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Ever since that running aemond pic came out I've been thinking non stop about his thighs so... would you like to write something involving riding aemond's thigh? I have no other wishes and I totally get it if you think that's not enough of a prompt. You can ignore this if you want but I'd love to see what you can come up with!

You asked for this back in June, I'm so sorry for how long this has taken me. I am a shambles of a human being, truly. I hope you've stuck around long enough to see this!

Warnings: Thigh riding, smut, me playing fast and loose with canon. Word count: ~1.3k

The candle that rests beside her on the reading table burns low as she sits in her and Aemond’s marital chambers. The book that is spread out in front of her, Coming of the Andals, lays unread; her fingers tap anxiously against its pages, as her eyes remain fixed upon the door.

Aemond had been called to a meeting of the Small Council. They both knew why, it has been a long time coming. The injuries that Aegon sustained during the battle of Rook’s Rest have left him bedridden, he is no longer fit to rule, and their grandsire’s capacity for what he can do in his stead has reached its limit. Westeros needs a Targaryen upon the throne, and Aemond is next in line. It is a position she knows that her husband is all too eager to fill.

He ought to be back by now though, it has been hours. The evening grows late, and she has long since sent away her chambermaids, refusing to be readied for bed. She has no desire to sleep until Aemond returns, so she forgoes the comfort of her nightgown, despite longing to unlace the meticulously fastened ribbons that hold her bodice tightly in place against her ribcage.

Tiredness and impatience pluck at her nerves, making her shift irritably in her chair. She startles at a polite rap at the door, if it was Aemond then he would simply walk in, he would not bother to knock. Her brow furrows in confusion as she rises, walking towards the door to open it.

She looks down into the wide eyed anticipation of one of the Keep’s page boys. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Apologies for the disturbance at such a late hour, Princess, Prince Aemond has requested your presence in the throne room.”

She sighs, nodding and bidding the young lad goodnight, before snuffing out the candle and making her way through the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast towards the Great Hall. The walk is long, and she is grateful she has not yet changed into her nightclothes, as the gown she wears does little to keep the chill of the castle air from nipping at her skin. She would feel annoyed at Aemond insisting she come all this way, were it not for the mixture of curiosity and excitement that flutters lightly in her chest.

Pushing open the great oak and bronze doors, her eyes scan the long carpet that stretches the length of the room, up to the high, narrow steps that lead to the raised iron dais. Aemond sits upon the throne. She stands silently as she regards him. His arms rest on either side of the asymmetrical tangle of jagged and twisted blades, long fingers curled around the makeshift armrests.

He is dressed as he was when he had left her earlier that evening; black, leather tunic, black breeches and leather boots, except this time the Conqueror’s crown sits atop his snowy head of hair, the Valyrian steel and rubies gleaming iridescent in the moonlight. He cuts quite the imposing figure as his single eye stares at her impassively.

Slowly, she descends the steps into the Hall, making her way along the carpet, maintaining eye contact with her husband the entire time. His lips quirk, the faintest trace of amusement tugging at their corners as he observes the unhurried pace with which she moves. It is not until she stands before the throne that he bothers to speak.

“It is not polite to keep your King waiting,” he utters quietly.

“Prince Regent,” she corrects him. “And it is not becoming of a King to rouse ladies from their slumber in the middle of the night.”

He huffs through his nose, smirking at her as he leans forward slightly. “You do not appear to be dressed for sleep. I must say, I am disappointed.”

“It is improper for a lady to greet the King in such a state of undress, or is that how you will have all the ladies of the court attend to you?”

“Hmmm. I have not yet decided how I would like you to attend to me. Will you curtsy to me?”

“Never,” she whispers with a playful giggle.

“Such insolence must be met with the King’s justice.”

She takes his hand as he offers it out, gasping as he tugs her forcefully up to him, her knees landing either side of one of his, as she sits against his thigh. Even through her skirts she can feel the unyielding sharpness of the throne beneath them. She steadies herself, placing her hands upon the smooth suppleness of the leather that covers his shoulders.

Aemond grasps her waist with one hand, the other moving to weave itself into her hair, as his eye drinks her in. She allows her gaze to wander to the crown, taking in the way it sinks into the thick silkiness of his hair.

“It suits you,” she says quietly.

“It looks better on me than it ever did on him.”

“And is this what has kept you from our bed?”

“I wanted you to see.”

He flexes his thigh, raising his leg to brush against her clothed core and she sucks in a shaky breath, the sensation causing a jolt that makes her throb with want.

“I would have seen…” she retorts with a slight whine, as the hand holding her waist moves to her hip, gripping it tightly and encouraging her to grind against him.

“Not like this,” he hisses, tugging her head back by her hair and mouthing hotly at her neck.

She moans, her nails digging into his shoulders to ground herself, as she fucks herself against his thigh, aided by the occasional bounce and flex of the muscle from Aemond. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, the gusset of her smallclothes growing sticky with arousal, as the sensation of his lips upon her flesh makes her shudder.

“This moment is just for us,” he mutters, pushing and pulling her more forcefully against him, encouraging her to move faster. “But we shall have many more like it.”

“Gods, Aemond, please,” she whimpers, insides clenching around nothing as the friction against her aching pearl grows more intense.

“I will fuck a babe into you upon this throne,” he snarls, shifting his hand from her hair to pluck harshly at the lacings of her gown, before tugging down her bodice and wrapping his lips around the peak of her breast.

Arching against him, she buries her hands in his hair, keeping him anchored to her chest. The warmth of his scalp and the softness of the tresses between her fingers are oddly juxtaposed with the hardened coolness of the Valyrian steel that crowns Aemond’s head, but she has little time to dwell upon it.

She cants wantonly against Aemond’s leg, the pressure in her lower belly increasing, aided by the swirl of his wet tongue against her sensitive nipple. When it finally yields, she collapses forward against him with a strangled cry of pleasure, a rush of wetness soaking her smallclothes and leaving a damp patch on the area of her husband’s trousers that she rests against. Warmth cascades over her body, making her feel boneless as she pants for breath and Aemond’s lips release her with a wet pop.

He holds her steady, leaning back to look at her, as a cat might regard a mouse it toys with. His hooded eye roves over her glassy eyes, her parted lips, her bare chest, before he lifts a hand to adjust his crown slightly. “Hmmm. Yes. It makes everything look better.”

[bones4thecats]

Could I request Vil, Ace, Silver, and Malleus with a perfumer s/o? Every student always goes to her for a new scent they want.

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Ace Trappola, Silver Vanrouge, and Malleus Draconia Name: {Character} with a Perfume Maker! S/O Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This was something that hit fairly close to home, as one of my friends loves making things that smell from candles to perfumes. You name is, she most likely makes it, though she doesn't sell anything, which I love saying she should. Making her blush is so much fun! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this!

P.S: I made the reader a part of Pomefiore, since that job kinda fits in there!

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👑 When Vil first heard from Rook that you were making different kinds of perfumes to gift the new students of Pomefiore based on their homelands, he was interested

👑 He normally got his perfumes straight from the seller, since going out in public was a basic death sentence for someone as famous as he was

👑 That same day, he knocked on your dorm room and when you opened it, he asked to speak to you for a bit, causing you to feel quite uncomfortable, even more than you were when you first put on your dorm's uniform

👑 Vil looked around your room and noticed you had a small area on your desk where you had a perfume making kit, along with a few different vials full and ready to be tested

👑 He smiled and pat your head, asking what the vials were filled with, making you chuckle and begin explaining what the scents were either a mix of or what they were supposed to smell like, but don't

👑 Your boyfriend smiled and piked up a vial to smell it, and when the scent of Lavender and Cedarwood hit him, he smiled and nodded

" This is a very good mixture of scents, dear. I must applaud you on your expert ability of smell when it comes to this! Would you mind making me some for my next modeling gig? It'd be nice to have this on hand just in case. "

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🪅 Ace cannot stand the smell of most perfumes, but, after spending so much time around you and Epel, he got more used to the stench

🪅 When he found out that you could make perfumes, he started asking you to make some so he could spray it on some of his fellow dorm members as pranks

🪅 He gets scared whenever you start messing around with smells, especially when you brought your kit to Heartslabyul to show Riddle the science behind making the perfumes, since he was interested in it

🪅 Ace watches you make the scents from either his or your bed as you make it either on the ground or at your desk in Pomefiore

🪅 If you know him well enough, you can bribe him to test out the perfumes for the day to see how people react to the scents, just make sure he doesn't get a headache when he smells it, it gets rough

🪅 The other first years, especially Grim, love to tease Ace whenever he comes to class smelling like cinnamon and oranges

🪅 Though, whenever he gets back to his dorm, he immediately showers, he doesn't want to go to practice and send the smells flying into the air for his own team to make fun of him

🪅 He loves you, but he has his limits

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⚔️ Silver doesn't mind that you make perfumes, he just prefers you use the ones that are more nature-centered

⚔️ He loves perfumes that have the scents of lavender, oranges, pine, peppermint, and more. But, he despises, and I say that heavily, he despises ones that smell super strong, it makes it hard for him to sleep with a headache

⚔️ Your boyfriend will allow you to test the different scents on his nose, since yours is so used to each kind you have, while his is not

⚔️ This guy loves it whenever you drag him to Pomefiore and begin to work on your different kinds of scents on him, but, just warning you, don't immediately use lavender

⚔️ You know how people say it makes them sleepy? Yeah that definitely happens with him

⚔️ He would be fully awake and ready to help you out, but, when you pull out the perfume you made mixed with lavender and turned around to pull out another, he was passed out on your bed

⚔️ That was when you decided to leave the lavender ones to Rook and Vil to test out

⚔️ Normally, whenever he comes back from training, he loves to cuddle with you and smell your hair, the light smell of your perfume dancing in his brain

⚔️ Honestly, it calms him down a lot

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🐉 Oh my sweet sevens, he adores your perfumes

🐉 Dragon's have a strong sense of smell, so whatever perfume you use the most, he views that and your natural scent as what your identity can be

🐉 Malleus does love watching you make your perfumes, he has only ever heard about how they were made from Lilia

🐉 But, whenever you pull out your kit when resting around your dorm room in Pomefiore, he just smiles and sits down crisscross on the ground with you and watches you with the largest and most curious eyes you had ever seen

🐉 Like I said earlier, dragons have a very strong sense of smell, so if you were to ever have a very strong scent of perfume, his head would end up pounding, so, I recommend you not wear strong perfumes

🐉 Whenever you end up wearing it, give him a heads up so he can prepare himself for it, a surprise headache is a sure way to get Sebek yelling at you

🐉 At dorm leader meetings, Malleus on average asks Vil how you are doing if you were working on perfumes and needed some time alone

🐉 Your dorm head just sighs and ends up making you take a break to talk to your boyfriend, we cannot let Vil get wrinkles from agitation, now can we?

🐉 Malleus likes lighter smells like anything floral, mostly roses and anything related to nature. He also dislikes things like peppermint, when it's strong that is

[kingaegond]

King Aegon II x Demon! Reader (If I had a heart, I could love you)

Warnings: +18, Innacurate Hotd (after Rook's Rest), smut (in next chapters), murder, blood, etc

Part 1: If I had a heart, I could love you

He was destroyed, in agony, locked away in the cold dark corners of Dragonstone. He couldn't believe it himself, but he missed the Keep and the warm sunny days in King's Landing.

He was about to sleep when Maester Orwyle walked into his chambers, a drink on his hand.

-I've told you... I won't drink it anymore... - Aegon hissed.

-Your grace, you might want to take it...

As Aegon turned his back, Maester Orwyle proceed to tell him the events of the day: After the battle of the God's eye, Aemond had died along with Vhagar, but this wasn't the worst of it. Although Caraxes was dead, Daemon had survived... It was only a matter of time before he would claim another dragon and then, the Iron Throne, along with Rhaenyra.

Maester Orwyle stopped.

Aegon remained giving his back to the maester, focused on not letting his tears spill. His brother was dead...

-Your grace...

-What is it? Speak!

-The queen is dead. She threw herself from the window...

The maester continued speaking but Aegon only heard a high pitched sound.

-Your grace...

-Leave... -Aegon mumbled- Leave! Now! Please...

The maester left the tray on Aegon's bed and proceded to leave his chambers.

As soon as he heard the door, Aegon crumbled, the tears spilled from his eyes uncontrolably. He loved his sister-wife, more like a sister than like a wife, but he loved her nevertheless. He threw the tray to the foor and started throwing around everything he could get his hands on. He wasn't as strong or agile as he used to be, but that wouldn't stop him... There was only one thing keeping him alive... Revenge.

Before he knew it, he found himself on his knees, praying, praying to whatever would hear him... and he felt sleep on the cold floor, tears behind his eyes...

-

She was batting her onyx black wings, flying through the night sky when she heard him. She wondered why she would be hearing prayers until she heard the word: Revenge. And then, she payed attention to the voice and follow it.

She stopped at a window. There was a man lying on the floor. His heart beating faintly. Without her unnatural habilities, she would think he was a corpse. She walked into the room, her black wings creating a shadow behind her. She went closer to the man and curiosity got the best of her: She touched his head and went into his thoughts... all the loss...all the pain... She flinched... if she were still an angel, she would cry... But in her current form, only one thought remained: Revenge.

-

Aegon felt he intrusion, some presence in his thoughts, making him re-live his pain, it was torture.

-Stop! Stop! Please!- He woke up, tears still running down his cheeks.

She was confused, usually this process was painless, but not for him.

He stared into her black eyes, a contrast to her pale skin. Her white dress clinging to her with ash black hair falling just above her chest. As he focused his eyes, he saw the big onyx black wings on her back and flinched away.

-What are you?... Are you dead herself? Will you take me? -He asked.

-I'm not... I heard your prayer...- She answered. Her voiced sweet to his ears.

-Are you an angel?- He asked. His hand moving slowly closer to her wings but then backing away.

-Quite the opposite- She said looking at her wings and his hand.- I've heard your prayer and I'll answer... I'll give you what you want...

-Can you bring them back?... My son Jahaerys, Helaena, Aemond, Sunfyre...

She saw the glimmer of hope in his eyes and almost felt a pang of pain.

-No, I can not bring the dead back to life. But I can give you what you've prayed for... Revenge...

He didn't doubt for a second.

-Yes - He answered.

As soon as she heard his word, she fell softly onto her knees and lowered herself to his eyeline, her black wings enveloping them both. She caressed his jaw between her hands, softly tracing his scars and kissed his lips. As soon as her lips brushed his, the deal was made. His soul was hers to take. If i had a heart, i could love you. She thought.

He felt the softness of her hands and her lips, unlike anything he ever had had before. And then, electricity travelling through him, he watched as his hand no longer had scars, his body as he was before Rook's Rest.

He looked at her.

-It just the begining of what I can do- She murmured- We will do so much more.

She would bring him the heads of Daemon and Rhaenyra, and watch him bathe in their blood.

[thedastravelerer]

I just finished the Dragon Age Veilguard and I need to scream my thoughts into the internet void.

My Rook, Lucrezia, was bought along with other kids by the house de Riva when she was 3 years old. She doesn't remember anything before that. When her magic manifested at the age of 8, she begged Viago not to send her to the Circle. Viago saw great potential in the little elven chaos gremlin, so he decided to hire private tutors for her. From the age of 14, she became Viagos apprentice, accompanying him everywhere. Her sunny, bubbly personality was a great distraction in social settings. She was the Robin and Viago was the Batman, basically.

Inquisitor romanced Solas.

So that is the viewpoint, from which I experienced the game.

The good:

The music is AMAZING

The environments are gorgeous

Spellblade is sooo much fun. The perfect mix of rogue and mage.

Treviso is so beautiful. I am never saving Minrathous. That sh*thole can get swallowed by the ocean.

The final missions were great. The tension, the loss, the heartbreak, the betrayal—10/10. No notes.

Baby griffons

The conversations/dynamic between Lucanis/Spite and Taash crack me up

The dynamic between Viago and Lucrezia was everything I could have hoped for. I still laugh when I remember the letter from Viago starting with "IDIOT".

Viago and Teia—I would die for them. Every time they flirt, I picture Lucrezia sticking fingers into her ears and going LALALALA. I don't want those pictures in my head.

Harding wins the competition for the prettiest room in the Lighthouse.

I love the little offhand comments and banter between all of the Crows. It was fun to hear Lucanis or Lucrezia randomly mention Viago or Teia. It really painted a picture of them knowing each other for a long time and being able to poke fun at each other.

I loved Lucanis as a character. Also, the 3-way relationship between Rook-Spite-Lucanis is perfect. I loved that when Lucanis learns about Caterina being alive, he shuts down and Spite is like: "What?! Why are you putting more locks into our prison? I AM GETTING ROOK! :D

The "Solas therapy" ending was heartwarming (and also a bit funny)

I loved Solas as a character. I see, why he is the god of trickery and lies. And how his wisdom turned into pride. I just wish I could slap that stubborn liar. Just once.

You know it is real love when you spent the last few hours chomping on an archedemon and your Vhenan still kisses you.

I liked the relationship progression between Davrin and Lucanis. They went from open hostility to mutual respect to drinking buddies.

Lucanis questioning Bellara and Neve about their business decisions was hilarious. Crows are first and foremost business people.

Isseyas storyline. I just wish they delved deeper into her story instead of getting an infodump. I enjoyed seeing how the blight twisted her grief and regrets. How she remembered only her love for the griffons she saved. And the blight corrupted that love, forcing her into horrible mistakes.

The bad:

The story is so shallow in comparison to previous games. All of the nuance is gone. There is no Loghain, no Meredith and Orsino, no Anders. Everyone is either the good guy or the bad guy. Maybe except for the Butcher and Isseya.

A lot of the darker, complicated, interesting themes are ignored. After the Antaam Qunari (Sten in DAO), the Ben-Hassrath Qunari (Bull in DAI) we finally meet a scholar of Qun and we get NOTHING interesting from her. We can't have a deeper conversation about the Qun. We can't even talk about her hypocrisy of running away from the very rules she forces on Taash. The Antaam are the a$$holes and everyone else following the Qun is good. Until they disagree with their assigned role in life and get their mind broken until they fit the mold again. But we don't get to learn that.

Who TF is Anaris? Why is he the Forgotten One? What does it even mean? What beef did he have with the Evanuris? We don't get to learn that. We get MWHAHAHA I AM SOOO EVIL. Boring and disappointing. It would have been much more interesting if he convinced Cyrian his sister was a pawn for the Dread Wolf. There could have been a conflict between elves choosing Anaris, who promised them power after their gods turned out to be a$$holes, and elves choosing a new, free path.

Are we not going to address the EXECUTIONER in the room? Who is he? Where did he come from? Why is he totally cool working a desk job in the Necropolis?

We finally see Kal-Sharok and we learn almost nothing about the dwarves living there. How did they survive? How do they govern themselves? What is the culture like?

I don't understand the Titan powers Harding has. Like, I get the concept, but the details are confusing.

I am sick of the words "ritual" and "artifact"

The quests "press button in three places" or "destroy/place crystals so they link/unlink" were a bit repetitive.

Characters sometimes have lapses in memory. Ferelden has fallen to the blight, but Emmerich and Harding are going camping there... Mmmmkay. Rook, baby, you have used the teleport vortex like three times before. We have 2 in the Lighthouse.

I love Lucanis, but his romance is very undercooked. I get, that he pushes a lot of emotions down, and flirting is just another weapon the Crows use to get to their targets. But we see no inner turmoil in banter, no notes wondering about Rook. He touches Rook exactly once - in the romance scene at the very end. They never even address the almost kiss.

The brutality of the life of Crow recruits is smoothed over to be nice and family-like. We are talking about an organization that buys enslaved children and forces them into hunger games to shape them into elite assassins.

The widespread Tevinter slavery is mentioned minimally. The only mention might be the codex of Dorians speech in the Magisterium. Their whole social system is built on slavery and caste system. We don't get to talk to Neve about any of it.

Most of the helmets are hideous.

The "stealing cultural stuff is wrong and we, the pirates and treasure hunters, are not doing it. We are the good guys!" talk you have with Taash right when you meet her was so jarring. Like, it makes sense, because Isabella is in charge. It would have been funnier and less preachy if they went with "We don't steal cultural stuff, because Isabella stole something from the Qunari once and it was a sh*tshow".

No dirt, no persistent gore

You don't get to have deep conversations with your followers. Instead, you get to read their diaries and letters in the codex. I felt like a creep snooping through their notes and letters to each other. Same feeling with the Lighthouse banter.

I miss the more abrasive followers. Everyone is high on friendship. Why is no one protesting against the demon-possessed assassin cooking all of our meals? Why isn't Bellara more wary about the Tevinter mage? Emmerich gets a lot of sh*t for the creepiness, but nobody questions the morality of using body parts as Legos.

I wish we could choose a class for the Inquisitor. She looked so ridiculous and out of place in the last fight. She is one of the most fearsome fighters in Thedas and she wears the blandest outfit possible. She isn't even armed.

We find out the Andrastian faith is a fairytale and no one except Harding comments on it? All of the human followers grew up in Andrastian cultures. Religion forms the structure of society, customs, inner values, viewpoints on the world, and what is considered "normal" on a subconscious level. In DAI you have a conversation with Josephine about how the Andrastian faith provides common ground for negotiations across cultures. Cassandra walks through an elven temple that is older than her religion and still wonders who could believe this nonsense. Why aren't you more upset, people?!

I am going to pretend the post-credit scene didn't happen. You will not soil the beautiful tragedies of the very human mistakes and choices the imperfect characters like Loghain made. I will not accept some demon whispering over the wonderful multi-faceted people and their rises and falls. F*ck you.

The bug, where the game loads the preset character instead of your custom Rook is annoying and didn't get fixed by the patch.

I hate the UI with a passion

No grey streaks in Inquisitors hair is a crime.

I hate the underwater view in Rooks room. I have an irrational fear of deep waters and sea life. The Ossuary is a prison of my nightmares.

I hate the redesign of the demons. They look like dementors with their robes open.

It is not clear how long was Rook trapped in the prison of regrets.

Anyway... rant over. I enjoyed the game like I enjoy the Marvel movies. With half of my brain turned off.

[brownsolas]

Tips on Relaxation (3,136 Words)

Pairing: Bellara/Rook Tags/Warnings: Developing Relationships, Face Sitting, First Time Blowjobs, 69 lol, PWP A/N: had to write about my rook and his wife lmao ;-; she's also so tired pls rest ;-; also, bellara has a line about only being with irelin so tried to establish their boundaries a little bit

Relaxing.

It is a simple action. It should be a simple action, but Bellara fidgets as she kneels on her green bench, trying to clear her mind. Emmrich gave her some breathing exercises, and she should try them out. See if they will make her feel better. She closes her eyes, gently rests her hands in her lap, and inhales. No more Archive, no more of her Gods trying to destroy the world. She exhales, proud of herself.

Though she has just started, she's confident she can do this. She can relax. Maybe even take a nap! The possibilities are endless until she opens her eyes and sees the Archive out of the corner of her eye. She could tinker with it more since she has a clearer head. She could learn more about her people, just like Cyrian would have wanted. It would be a good thing! Her people would gain so much from this knowledge!

She gets up, heading to the artifact when the door opens. Oh no!

She returns to the bench quickly, pretending to relax, when she sees it's Rook. She would not be able to hide her anxiety in front of him.

He smiles warmly, the sharp angles of his face softening. "Good. You're relaxing. Emmrich and Neve sent me to check." Rook says, his deep voice feeling like a warm blanket.

"Relaxing is hard, Rook." Bellara says, her brows knitting together.

"Do you need help?" Rook asks, always there to help, always willing to do the right thing.

"Uh, sure, yeah. Why not! You can probably relax easily, so I'll take tips from a pro!" Bellara starts to ramble, wringing her hands as he sits beside her.

"I wouldn't go that far for my relaxation, but I can think of some things we--I mean--you can try." Rook clears his throat, looking away from his crush. The other mages sent him in here, but he didn't know what he would say to her. "Breathing exercises going okay? Good! Good luck!" That would have been a simple thing to do, but Bellara is not a simple woman. Sometimes, he wants to peer into her head and see how her brain works. He can listen to her talk all day and already has when she and Emmrich get into Fade discussions.

"What do you do to relax?" She asks, her big brown eyes pouring into him.

He wishes she wouldn't look at him that way, the gaze making him hot all over. He feels juvenile. If he lives through this, he will be 34 soon. He shouldn't feel twenty years younger, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he shrugs. "Make sure I'm breathing. During my Crow training, we learned that we must ensure our brain still receives oxygen. When we're in action, going in for the kill, our thoughts, our bodies, they need to be one. So taking a deep breath or two helps center myself."

Bellara leans forward as she listens, nodding along. Her chest is mere inches from his arm, and he makes himself look forward at her room, with the papers all over the walls. "Ah, Emmrich said something similar with breathing. I think it works, but I start getting excited about how it's working, and then I want to use the energy for something, but then I get anxious about things not working, or wasting time, or the Gods, and then I can't relax all over again." Her forehead wrinkles as she explains, and Rook hums and thinks.

He can't tell her the other way he relaxes. He couldn't imagine Bellara with her legs spread, hair down, and fingers working as she thought of something that turned her on. He hopes it will be him in her thoughts, but he smiles instead.

"Did you ask the others? I bet Neve goes for a walk. Davrin probably plays with Assan. Lucanis probably makes a cup of coffee, and Harding and Taash probably train. Do any of those work?" She nibbles her bottom lip, and she shrugs.

"Am I a lost cause, Rook?" She asks, and it breaks his heart.

His voice softens as he turns to face her, taking her hands. "No! Not at all, Bel. You have to find what works for you. Do you want to go for a walk?" He asks, wondering if the temperature has risen or if it's him.

She sighs, "Maybe later. I want to get the breathing parts at least down." Bellara says, a sadness in her eyes.

He shakes his head. "You're doing just fine," He says, squeezing her hands gently. "I can think of something else, but you would have to trust me."

She smiles, moving closer. "Well, of course I trust you, Rook." She says, and he takes a deep breath.

"Sometimes, when I need to relax and have a bunch of pent-up energy, I masturbate."

Her eyes widen, and she looks away. "Oh! Uh! That's!"

"I'm sorry if that was too much. Ah, just something to do." Rook says, letting go of her hands.

She sighs, frowning. "I haven't had the time or the urge to do that."

"Well, uh." He searches for the right words, the conversation making his cock tingle between his thighs. "I can help you if you want?" He offers, hoping he isn't overstepping.

Her brown eyes almost pop out, and she laughs, looking away. "Oh, I... Is that okay?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.

"I'd think it would be fine, but we don't have to, Bel. If it's too much."

She sits back, though she hasn't said anything. "Well, I'm down for anything to know if it'll work," Bellara says after a moment, and Rook's heart skips over itself.

"I would help you out as a friend," He says instead, trying to hide his excitement. If he could bury his face between her thighs, he would.

"Yeah, as a friend! So what do we do?" She asks, and Rook moves closer, touching her cheek. "Alright. Can I kiss you?" He asks, his dark eyes darting to her eyes and her lips.

"Is that part of it?" She asks, leaning into him.

"No, but I want to." Rook replies, his voice barely a whisper. She smiles, nodding. Their lips meet carefully. Rook gently sucks on her bottom lip. Her moan softly falls from her lips, and his cock jumps at the sound. They pull away, and she laughs.

"So what do we do now?" She asks, and Rook takes a moment, staring her over. He thinks she is so beautiful as he leans back in, pecking her quickly.

"Do you want to get naked?" He asks her, though he imagines it a million times already.

"Are you going to get naked too?" She asks, singing the words.

"Do you want me to?" He asks, knowing if she did, he would rip his clothes off.

She nods, her fingers going to her top. "It'd make me feel less self-conscious, I think."

"You've nothing to be worried about, guapa," He whispers, pulling his top from his body and flinging it on the ground.

Bellara pauses, her shirt almost off. "Is everything okay?" He asks.

"Uh huh," Bellara says with a giggle. "You're really handsome, like heroes in the serials," Bellara says, avoiding her gaze.

He smiles, watching as she timidly removes her shirt. "So if we do this, Rook, um, what will we be?" He sits back on the couch, his erection obvious in his pants.

"We can be friends still or something more." He wouldn't mind being her boyfriend; the idea is something he welcomes. Her breasts are perfect, just as he imagined, her brown nipples pointing up the sky with a small slope.

"I don't know," Bellara says, covering her chest.

"Why?" He asks, motioning her to come closer.

"I've been told I talk too much and can go on and on. I've been told that's annoying, and I don't know my limits. Is that okay with you, Rook?" She asks, moving closer. He chuckles, carefully removing her hand over one of her breasts. He kisses the knuckles and nods.

"Yes. More than okay, Bel." He moves her hand out of the way, his warm mouth wrapping around her taut nipple.

Her brows knit together as she squirms. "This... Is not helping me relax, falon!"

His tongue flicks at the nub before he pulls away. "Is it bad?" He asks, concern lining his face. Bellara shakes her head. "No! I..." She makes a face as Rook starts to massage her chest, her legs squeezing together. She moans instead, and he chuckles, "If you want me to stop, tell me." He thinks about stopping anyway when he realizes they didn't lock her door.

Her hands rest over his as she shakes her head. "No. Please. I think I can see the relaxing properties." She says with a small laugh. He leans forward, sucking on her soft neck, his tongue running along the goosebumps, and she whimpers. "Very relaxing," She whispers as he pinches the peaks. "Rook?" She says softly, and he pulls away, raising his eyebrow.

"Yes, Bel?"

"I-I-I'm not that skilled at... You know. I've only been with women."

"That's not a problem. We'll go slow if that's alright."

She nods, her eyes going to his thighs. "And with that... As you know, I've been reading serials, and in one particularly spicy one, the romantic lead let the other ride their thigh when they weren't ready." Rook smiles as he stops his massages, still holding her small breasts in his hands. "We can do that. I was also thinking I could go down on you. That could help you relax."

Her eyes widen, her blush never fading, and she motions to his erection. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, guapa." She pouts, and he chuckles, "What do you want to do then?" He asks, leaning back against her bench.

"I've never dealt with a penis before." Bellara states, and Rook's smile softens as he pushes her pants down.

She allows him, standing up to get all the way undressed. He doesn't hesitate as he leans forward, kissing her lower stomach. His hands cup her ass as he holds her closer. There's a tuft of dark hair on her mound, and he presses a kiss there, too. The moan that escapes makes him rock hard. He's in half disbelief. He's already this turned on by her, and they've barely touched. Perhaps he has been celibate for too long. It's the only thing that makes sense. "Bellara..." He whispers, looking up at her. "Sit on my face." He says, resting back on the bench.

"Oh! Is that comfortable? Relaxing?"

"Absolutely. And if it's not, well, there are other things we can try." He reassures, unbuckling his pants. "And if you need something to do, you can play with my cock." His cock springs out, waiting happily for her touch.

"Play with it?" She asks, a little confused as he takes her hand.

"Touch it, stroke it. Hell, you can put it in your mouth. I don't care as long as I get to taste you." Rook replies quickly as he guides her closer to the bench. She blushes hard as she follows his lead, gently kicking her leg over his head, and her hips slowly come down to his face. He groans as her hands rest on his hips, hers sinking against his eager face. He quickly kisses her inner thigh, his stubble brushing against her skin, making a wet trail to her hot core. She whines as his tongue traces along her entrance. His cock twitches as he closes his eyes, his hands wrapping around her hips, bringing her lower.

Her moans gain in volume, her hands balling into fists as he laps at her folds. Her taste is as intoxicating as he thought it would be, warm and earthy. Please touch me, Rook's mind repeats as he pulls away, spreading her lips to find his target. She cries out as he suckles her clit, his tongue prodding at her button. She leans forward, panting as she squirms in his grip, her hand wrapping around his cock. His stomach tenses, and his hips buck.

"It's thicker than I..." Bellara starts, but the rest of the sentence is lost as she moans, Rook's tongue swirling around her clit before he tilts his head back, coating his mouth with her juices. She slowly starts to pump him, her hips rocking back and forth with Rook's head movement.

He pulls away as she quickens her pace, focusing on his tip. "Bel..." He grunts before burying his mouth against her. He would cum all over her hands before he could get her to cum all over his mouth; how embarrassing.

She stops suddenly, her hands moving up to his chest. "Ah!" She cries as he sharpens his tongue, using it to thrust in and out of her hole. "M-more!" She manages to say, her legs trembling. He slips his hand from her thighs, his middle finger taking over as he returns to her clit. The whimpers escaping her lips drive him crazy as she squeezes around his digit. He can only imagine how perfect she'd feel around his cock. Wetness escapes and drenches his finger as he continues to work her. She leans back down again, her body so soft and warm against his. He can barely register how much he loves how she feels when she wraps her mouth around his tip. He groans as she starts to bob her head curiously on his shaft. He would need to fuck her. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Their muffled moans fill the room as she tries to lick his cock at the same time she sucks, Rook focusing on her swelling clit.

It doesn't take long before Bellara pulls her mouth off him, begging. "Oh, Rook! I'm!" He steels his mind to not cum himself as he goes between suckling and licking her sweet button, his finger working her over as she stiffens, trying to raise her hips away from him. He keeps her locked down as her leg slips from the couch, trying to leverage her sweaty body with her tiptoes on the cool marble ground. However, her attempts to escape are futile as Rook follows her moves, his mouth staying connected to her as best as he can. He wants every drop, for her taste to be his only sustenance for as long as he lives. She comes down, holding on to the bench as she pants. "Rook..." He gets a few more laps in before he lets go of her thigh, allowing her to lift enough for him to slide up.

"Mmm?" He asks, his lips shiny from her.

"You didn't!" She says suddenly, pointing to his rock-hard dick.

"Oh. I can take care of that." He says, waving her worry away. She looks blissed out, like sleep with come soon, but instead, she leans down, taking his cock back in her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear. He coughs, taken aback by her action. "Just... Like that..." He growls as she bobs her head, her hand finding his balls, hesitating before squeezing them.

"I don't want to... Come in your mouth." He says suddenly as he can feel his stomach twist and knot, his tip suddenly too sensitive as she swipes her tongue around it.

"Huh? Why not?" She asks, removing her mouth, her hands still massaging his tense balls. "Could taste bad." He says quickly, and she shrugs. "I know it'll be salty. The serials said that male ejaculate could be." Bellara says before returning her mouth.

Rook grunts, holding on to her bun, wishing he could undo it and grip her hair as he wanted. "Bel... I want to fuck you so bad. I wanna make you come around my--" He moans, his hand sliding down her back, returning two fingers between her thighs, and pumping her. She moans, moving up to her knees to give him better access. He closes his eyes tighter as he arches his back, thrusting his hips against her mouth, his other hand going to her head and keeping her down as his first pumps entered her mouth. She pulls away, and he lets her go, stroking himself through it. She stays low still, watching as his tip erupts with more whitish liquid, covering his hand and dripping down to her own that stays on his tensing testicles.

"Ah..." She laughs as she sits up, looking at her wet hand. "You're right about the taste. It's different than in the serials. I don't hate it, though, but I..." She licks her hand as Rook tries to catch his breath, bringing his other hand that was in her to his lips.

"My Bellara..." He says after a moment, and she pauses before giggling.

"Yeah. Your Bellara." She says with a nod, yawning.

"Did it work?" He asks after a moment, his cock now soft. He should have brought rags with him so he could clean them off.

"What work?" She asks, her lids heavy.

"Are you relaxed?"

Bellara smiles softly, "You know. I am calm. I feel so..." She laughs lightly, and Rook gets up as she rests back on the bench.

"Do you have rags or cloth? I want to clean you up," Rook explains, and Bellara points to the other desk. "Mmm. Maybe there? I don't know." She closes her eyes, and he finds the cloth, wiping his hand and his cock and around his tip. He'd take a bath once he got back to his quarters.

He grabs another one, turning to Bellara, but pauses. Her eyes are already closed, her mouth open as she sleeps. He smiles, gently taking her hand and wiping his emission from her fingers. Mission successful, He thinks to himself as he finds a blanket covering her. He quickly redresses himself, hoping they'll go further the next time they do this. The thought of her around his cock gives him body tingles, but he can settle for this. There was nothing like the way she rode his face.

He quietly leaves, hurrying up the steps when Neve stops him. "Rook, is Bellara okay? Emmrich told me that she hadn't been sleeping, and I was going to check on her.

Rook's eyes widen, and he nods quickly. "Um, yeah. She's sleeping now. We did some breathing exercises and stuff."

Neve's look makes him feel like he's been caught red-handed, her watchful eyes picking up on his ruffled short hair and clothes. He probably smells like sex, too. She chuckles, giving him a firm nod. "Good. She needs sleep. Thank you for helping her, Rook." He smiles back and rushes away. Their secret would be out soon enough.

[cbrownjc]

HOTD possible spoiler (as well as some Fire and Blood ones) under the cut:

The person who posted the initial rumor/leak/spoiler is clarifying/sticking to it.

I've already talked about my problems with how this show has handled its black characters here (wrt Laena) and here when this Nettles rumor/leak first happened a few days ago.

Honestly, if this rumor really is true, I will pretty much be done with the show. Because aside from the racist angle the show just falls right into by doing something like this, it's also just lazy AF writing.

If the show wanted to make Rhaena a more active participant in the war that very easily can be done without making her a dragon rider. They could have her play a bigger role in helping in the survival of her family members, seeing that she, her sister, and her two little half-brothers are the only ones who do so (along with Corlys). Let her become the more politically savvy twin, using her status as a princess and such to form alliances, keep the Vale on the side of The Blacks, and things like that. Maybe even leading up to things like having her take the lead in ensuring that Corlys doesn't get executed for treason after the war is over.

But nope. Just make her a dragon rider during the conflict too. And hey, since she's black now, just have her replace the only book-canon black character in the story of the Dance, who was already speculated by some to be Daemon's bastard daughter anyway. Because all black people are just interchangeable anyway, right? 🙄 (That is if we're even bothering to give them character and story arcs in the first place; especially in comparison to their originally white book counterparts *cough*Laena*cough*).

So yeah, NGL I was already growing apathetic about the show before this, given how Leana, Rhaena, and Baela's characters were all handled in Season 1. Cutting out Nettles and just having Rhaena take her place? When the two characters are nothing alike, personality-wise?

Yeah, if this really is true then no thank you. I'll check out clips of the big moments -- Rook's Rest, Blood and Cheese, and whenever The Battle Above the God's Eye happens in some later season -- on YouTube or something. But actively watch episodes in full? Nope.

Again, I'll wait to full-out rant on this when it's 100% confirmed in some way. (And yes, such a rant very likely would include talking about how color-conscious casting & writing > > > > > > color-blind casting & writing; and using that to properly world build -- because yes that is possible even wrt a fantasy world like Westeros, which already has established places in its world where black people prominently lived and originated from.) Maybe waiting to do so is just me being in denial, IDK. But I'm kind of having deja vu wrt how I felt about the rumors circulating about Season 8 of GOT again. I just couldn't believe the writers were going to be that level of hack-lazy. And yet . . . .

I really had hopes that HBO had learned from that mistake and that the writing team and showrunners for this show wouldn't do something similar. But ever since I saw what happened to Laena's character, (and how her role in Rhaenrya's life -- when they were young -- was basically given to Alicent), I've been questioning if they really have . . . . or ever did. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[inqvisitor]

practice

The sickly sweet blue glow snakes up her arms, curling around her bicep, and the scout trembles at the effort. Harding’s brow is narrowed, jaw tight, teeth clenched.

“Breathe, Lace.”

Sirrah’s hand gently rests on her shoulder, over the armor, along the edge of the leather. They learned the hard way that skin-to-skin contact was not the smartest move when she was focusing on the Stone, or even too distracted from it. But they can’t help feel the urge to trace the radiating veins with their fingers.

They don’t know how far the freckles go, but they can’t help but wonder. Do the veins follow the same trajectory?

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” Sirrah whispers, and their hand moves to squeeze at the junction of her neck. “I trust you.”

Harding doesn’t respond to the touch, not immediately. But at the words, and the gentle reminder of Rook’s presence, the trembling lessens. Her brow releases all tension, and as her lips gently part, the veins of lyrium finish their crawl, and her eyes, green as spring leaves swaying in the sun, flash blue.

The pillars, five at once, all rocket toward the sky, and the sun’s harsh glare is blocked completely. All at once, the glowing blue vanishes, the trembling ceases, and Harding’s eyes alight with delight instead of the blessing of the Titans. Her head shakes, clearing the focus and the power from her head. The braids on her head fall over her shoulders, her bangs brushing her eyebrows.

“I… I did it!” she says, gasping for breath for a moment. Her voice is so hopeful, so delighted, and as she turns to look up at Sirrah with an incredible grin, the mage feels their chest constrict with affection. “I did it. Three at once! And they lifted about a mile high, huh?”

It’s true. They shot toward the sky in a rush of power, and only now Sirrah sees how far they tower over the pair.

“Damn right you did,” they laugh, looking back down at Harding. Their smile stretches wide as their fingers finally get to rest against freckles as numerous as the stars in the Arlathan sky. Their hand cups her cheek. “You’re getting very good at that.”

“I am, aren’t I?” Lace says, looking more than a little pleased. “Nothing like loads of practice.”

“I’ve heard it makes perfect. Remind me not a pick a fight with a child of the Stone.”

“Hey, now. You planning on picking a fight, Rook?” Lace asks, and turns her head to more fully feel Sirrah’s palm. After a rocky start, every touch without incident is a delight. “The chance of lyrium poisoning get you feeling jittery?”

Seems like they both were thinking of that moment in Rivain. Sirrah’s grin widens. “Maybe a little twitchy. Just have some extra energy.”

It’s a little surreal, these moments alone. The two of them, under an endless Arlathan canopy. Trees as green as Lace’s sharp gaze. Sure, the world could end. The blight could ravage the world. But with Lace, that day feels further and further out of reach. Every touch is a delight. Every moment is a gift.

“Well. I can think of some ways you can use that energy,” Lace tells them. Her fingers reach to curl around the strap for their staff, high up on their chest, uses the leather band to pull them close, so their noses almost touch. “One way in particular.”

“Oh, yeah? You wanna show me?”

Lace’s eyes flash blue, for a moment, only one thought on her mind.

Every moment is a gift.

So is every kiss.

[butterflydm]

Rook's adventures continue...

Finally got my good sense in gear and instead of sometimes clicking on the tempting "you have the dragon age tag blacklisted but are you sure you don't want to click anyway" button, I am making sure to note down all the names of the people I follow who are using the tag so that I can go back and read their posts after I finish the game!

To briefly mention the real world before I dive back into a fictional one -- I spoke before about how it made so much sense to me that 'Spite' was able to keep Lucanis alive in prison (as contrast to the other kinds of demons just consuming and possessing the people they were forced into). He was able to use and weaponize his spite (make a deal with his demon) to keep himself going in the worst of times. Really feeling that even more now.

Sometimes, when you run out of hope, you can still keep going using something else. At least until you find reason to hope again.

Okay, back to Thedas.

I've been going around and doing some side questing before continuing with the main questlines, and getting my ass kicked by some high-level bad guys, lol.

I saw the Inquisitor briefly -- she's doing her best to hold Southern Thedas together while Rook deals with the released gods. She got to be a little mournful and bittersweet over Solas and gave me a little figurine to help learn more. That might be her only cameo, so in case it is, I will wave goodbye now. Based on this convo, I'm guessing that the main impact the "save or stop" Solas choice will have is on Inky's attitude towards Solas here, since Rook is a character who can make their own choices, and my Rook has already been getting along pretty well with Solas so far (they are an elf and have been openly worried about the dangers of the released gods).

Slowly getting my affection up with my companions through going on missions together -- I really like the refinements that it feels like the game made to both the conversations system and to the companion affection system. Though I feel like each game's companion affection system has suited the role that the protagonist has had, so I'm not retroactively unhappy about DAI's system or anything like that.

There are some other minor QoL improvement too -- companions now restart their banter if it gets interrupted. Really love that.

I also really like that we've been freed by from the whole "you must take one of each class" thing by allowing to Rook to 'use' everyone else's skill via the lyrium dagger. Speaking of gifts from Solas, Varric had a line that cracked me up... something about feeling like Solas tricked us into house-sitting for him.

In terms of catching up with companions... my Rook is non-binary and they've been able to have two special conversation points about it so far (during my coffee date with Lucanis and now during a conversation with Taash). It was... nice. It was really nice. My Rook got to do a little mentoring for Taash!

After getting the statuette from Inky, now I'm able to view some memories of Solas back at the Lighthouse and learn more ancient elven lore -- some big revelations already and I'm expecting more to come after I get the last two statuettes.

First big thing we learned -- the "Golden City" that the Maker was supposed to live in sounds like it was actually the ancient elven city that Solas trapped the 'gods' in, and that's why the Tevinter magisters going to the city released the Blight.

Harding was pretty shook up about the info.

Second huge piece of info - the first elves were spirits who used lyrium to give themselves physical form (Solas included). Huge on both elven and dwarven lore front!

It is interesting but also makes sense how there are several points in the discussions about Solas's regrets and choices when the three elves (Bellara, Davrin, and my Rook) are all discussing the subject in a different way than the non-elves. It really is personal for them in a different kind of way than it is to everyone else (I also really liked the moment between Rook and Harding after we learn about how the ancient elves used lyrium aka the Titan's blood to become mortal).

I love how much we're learning about the nuts and bolts of how Solas's rebellion against the 'gods' worked, too! His lyrium dagger, spying on them via the Crossroads, the safety of the Lighthouse. ...also his plans have been going awry since he started them, it sounds like, so no wonder he and my Rook have been able to sorta bond over accidentally fucking up the world while trying to save it. I already feel like I want to go back and play DAI again and just bring Solas literally everywhere to drain every ounce of lore from him, lol.

My relationship with Lucanis continues to move forward - had another encounter with Spite. He took Lucanis over while he was sleeping and tried walking him out of the Lighthouse. Lucanis was able to snap out of it when Rook said she needed to speak with him.

After the recent discovery about the ancient elves, maybe the solution will be to try to separate them but keep Spite around as a buddy. It could happen! Maybe! We can hope!

[pupkinpumpkin]

Ok imma probably start filtering Veilguard news once October hits, but I've already seen the blurbs of each of Rook's backgrounds and my brain is skittering around thinking of stuff for my Rook

I'm probably gonna make her a Shadow Dragon and I'm deciding between Canary or Carlotta as her name.

What I've decided as her backstory so far is that she was born in Antiva and raised in a brothel with her mother, raised by the prostitutes there. When she's about 9, her mom falls in love with this handsome elf who promised to take her to Fereldan and marry her as long as she meets him at the docks at midnight. Her mom agrees, taking Rook w her, but they find other girls who were also promised a life and they basically get hauled off by slavers, who set it as a trap. They get taken to Tevinter, where her mother distracts the slavers long enough to have Rook get away.

From there, she lives on the streets for awhile before, as the Rook background for Shadow Dragons says, being found and adopted into a military family. She has 3 brothers and a father, so, even with being a mage, she learns to take a hit and hit back harder. She develops her magic at 10 and eventually joins the Shadow Dragons, wanting to free others but hoping to one day find her mother.

She misses Antiva deeply, remembering the food and smells of the place the most. Her adopted father would even make her paella on occasion to cheer her up if she was sad. Not well, but it was still a nice gesture. Because of her missing Antiva, she becomes a history buff, and loves pouring over old history books in her free time. She still strives to keep her accent, but it only comes out when she's angry or speaking Antivan.

Because of her mother trusting the flowery words and promises of that man, Rook fundamentally believes actions speak louder than words and while she can get along with people easily, she always keeps them at arms length, guarding herself from being hurt.

It's literally been like less than a day having this background information and my brain has already made all of this. I am going insane.

[t00nyah]

i hope ur ready

A WHOLE POST OF LYRICS FROM (MOSTLY BLACK DRESSES) SONGS THAT I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT 24/7

part 1 (out of ???)

BLACK DRESSES section (LAUGHINGFISH-PEACEFUL AS HELL)

LAUGHINGFISH

She started to feel ok But coming from a place as bad as that was Things can tend to find a way to tag along She didn't leave a mess with her luggage She made sure to stay on top of chores But her new chosen family was just as complicated as the old one was //FEEL SOMETHING

When everything is quiet It's louder than a scream //BAD VEGGIES

And the years behind all look the same Wounded animal freaking out on stage Get so depressed when people say "The more things change More they stay the same" //WOUNDED ANIMAL

Maybe the true self is only true when It could never survive in its true form Maybe the me inside only stays alive Because it's kept safe from the world //GOOD THINGS HAPPEN

FUCK the real ones Fuck true love Fuck being powerful, I don't care What could I dream of that is not made up Fuck this stupid world I am scared enough that I'm not afraid at all //DON'T FORGIVE THE WORLD

I won't sing my song If you find me gone tomorrow I won't feel a thing Doctors tearing up my body God could not forgive As we blink out of existence I don't mind at all Pretty sure we're ending up together

You say you wanna be saved God wanted you to live We're setting the tone Forever going out sad And no one needs songs where we're going I'm not hoping for a fight but I know I see one coming //IF YOU FIND ME GONE TOMORROW

Rook: I feel like a weapon out of control every day Fight the conditioning, blank stare, nothing to say Try my best but it all gets mangled On the way to my brain It's taking over again Devi: I don't pity the body For what? It destroys Rook: The memory of us against the world Nobody else could touch us back then //LAST LOVE SONG ON THIS LITTLE PLANET

The truth only matters if you're honest. Are you? - Man you're so fucking corny it makes me look straight //NO DAYS OFF (those are literally just two separate lines but PLEASE they are gold)

And the stereo connects right back to the mic I think I liked you better still alive I didn't expect in my dreams we'd still fight But I shoulda known and And the highway connects to the road Like the car was a part of your soul That I'm sure by now your mom sold //CAN'T KEEP THE KNOTS OUT

Earth is love But this crazy little thing called love can be a little bit intense //IT'S PROBABLY FINE

Forget Your Own Face

People say nothing is impossible but I do nothing every day - If you got- if you got what you wanted If you got what you wanted the most If you got- if you got what you wanted Would you still be fucking depressed? Would you still be fucked up by the past? Would you still regret everything? Yes. //u_u2

Give up on what you wanted Never give upuPUPUp on what you thought was true to you Unless you find some kind of other truth that means something to you Never give up on what you wanted Never give up on what you wanted Even if it's stupid God is stupid Let's be Stupid: God is here. //Let's Be

T-shirt slogan I'm a t-shirt slogan I'm a meme, I know it I got mean, I know it We learned a lot about Entertainment Tried a lot of shit, still not Entertained Yet. Isn't it crazy to be human? To bear witness to the illusion of patterns? To the illusion of order? To think that all this shit is normal? //NO NORMAL

Colorful and delicate like a paper star Shriveling in the heat of what we are At the end of time, did I do anything? Burning up like an insect in the sun I just wanna be useful to someone On the final day, did I make you smile? //doomspiral

Everything I want is fiction What I need does not exist Everything you want is right here waiting For you to take it What I need does not exist //GAY UGLY AND HARD TO UNDERSTAND

I used to want to mean Something to somebody But people never see The side of you you want to be And when the air is smoke And when the sky burns out I hope no one is looking at me When the sun explodes - I'm grateful for the time we had to do childish things Like making songs: Like this one. Stars shooting overhead as everything in the universe falls apart How romantic, like kissing under fireworks, but... As our bodies burn to light As our bodies turn to raw energy with no identity, uh... Let's meet back here again We can do a little show We can sing a couple songs We can fight over how the songs go I know it's not much For all the things in the world Not much, but let's just have- Let's just still try to have fun. //nightwish

Forever In Your Heart (oh this is about to explode)

The dead hope that you always clung to The dream that someday it would heal you Is there anywhere left to fall? I try so hard to recall hope Ancient hope Rotting hope Can we make something beautiful with no hope? //PEACESIGN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know it's not easy for anyone We're all on a clear light hell trip But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try Just don't come anywhere near me And we'll be ok I don't wanna see anyone's face I'm dealing with my own shit right now You can deal with your shit somewhere else - Stuck inside a concrete bubble Everyone is "doing their best" I think that it's kind of whatever. But dreams are not meant to be achieve

It's just not enough It's never been enough When the FUCK has it ever been enough Only to dream? //Concree Bubble

I'm just meat without a soul, Without a brain, Without anything, An animal. - The night explodes in the light From a shooting star IT'S EASY TO BECOME DISILLUSIONED WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE And it can live forever in your heart It can live forever in your heart Forever in your heart It can live forever in your sick pathetic little heart //Heaven

I know it sounds stupid for a world like this, People do their best And still come off so twisted up and so heartless And I know I'm grateful if someone tries at all Still ends crumpled up, Scrunched up, like a tossed away love letter but

I think If there was ever a right way to do it I think That nobody's ever even done it //Tiny Ball

But on a clear and cloudless day It feels like the planets atmosphere Is stitched together by everyone's pain And we just breathe it in... //Silver Bells

I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna prove I was wrong about you I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna prove I was right about you //Ragequitted

A little dirt might cover up the wound (Rook) A little dirt might cover up the wound But a little dirt might infect it too (Rook) Infect it too There's no right choices to make in this life (Rook) This life

All you can do is what you can do //Waiting42moro(just saying i love this song the entirety of it but like THIS particular thing is so stuck in my head...)

I tried to offer up my pain to be understood But I don't think it's my pain that can be understood, Or needs understanding.

There's not a lot of pain in the world that makes any sense Maybe people need to be understood instead. //Understanding

What does it really take to want to hurt a child? It seems like it's not much for a lot of people. //Mistake

Peaceful as Hell

it's like a pearl formed from the pressure of all the blood in a world of nightmares it's feeding on love it's growing stronger and coming alive it's so scared and confused but it still wants to survive

it dreams of a future: impending doom it clings to the hope that it might pull through and everyone stares at it with disdain but it's trying so hard every single day //LEFT ARM OF LIFE

im so cute and well-adjusted i know exactly what to say i hope no one discovers i struggle with it every day how the FUCK does language work what do people like to hear?? i dont wanna be uncool but i need TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE - I wanna give people a chance but they keep letting me down I wanna be wrong again I wanna be wrong about being wrong this world shouldn't need to feel so lonely is it because I'm too angry to be around anyone again? //IM A FREAK CUZ IM ALWAYS FREAKED OUT

it's ok to keep your soul hidden keep a secret to yourself it's ok to be a bad singer you can sing a special song all by yourself //BLISS AND STUPIDITY

//MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANETS HELL? (yes im putting the entirety of it here bc im just so full of thought about this one)

bloody worm goddess you look so pretty when you're scared to death it'll never change burning bright with fear and hopelessness - trapped inside it again i don't sleep anymore i don't have any dreams i don't have a true form //SCARED 2 DEATH

is it ok for me to be happy? is it really ok for me to happy? is it ok for me to be happy? turn up the radio play us a happiness song - come on girl, haven't you learned how to express yourself? why is it so hard to get you out of your shell? is it ok for me to be messy? is it really ok for me to be messy? is it ok for me to be messy? i don't know how to let it go //EXPRESS YOURSELF

the impossible dream of having a skin everything crawls on, everything soaks in I'll be eaten by ants but I won't feel that bad I just wanna have my body to my Self while I still Am and I don't wanna be polluted by all the violence that already twisted me up //IMPOSSIBLE DREAM

you could say anything that you want I could say anything that I want to you could say anything that you want it's up to you to choose what's important to you

but don't be weird, don't be mean you're on my computer screen it's my world, it's my life i'm a person please be nice - you can say anything you want you can say anything you want to it doesn't mean you're bad but sometimes love is holding back //PLEASE BE NICE

//666 (another one that is just fully in my head, it's so sweet and comforting)

part 2(LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR STUPID LITTLE BITCHES-WASTEISOLATION)...coming someday. no date.

[sol-saggitarius]

yeiii requests open ^^/, amh if it's not a bother, I wanted headcanons for jamil, rook and vil with their mc fem who is very overprotective and affectionate with her little sister (who is rlly cute :'3) even on several occasions they find them playing together to the manicure or beauty salon like they pretend to be ladies who tell each other gossip and everything xd , it's all thanks <33

Pairings: Jamil Viper/Rook Hunt/Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1066

Warnings: None!

Author Note: I was a little confused as to how to write this, but I tried my best! I hope I conveyed what you had wanted anon :)

Prompt: Reader has a younger sister who they're affectionate and overprotective of.

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Jamil just gets it. Having a younger sister of his own he understands the overprotective nature that can come with the older sibling package.

What he doesn’t understand is how affectionate you are towards your younger sister. He himself has never been like that with Najma, so it was foreign for him. But something about it was really sweet and he couldn’t help but smile when you talked about her.

“What did you and your sister do today?” he asks.

“Oh we did so much! I took her out to a nail salon to get our nails done. She’s been asking me to go and I couldn’t help but give in.” 

“Did you have fun?” 

“Of course! We pretended to be gossipping like in the movies, but in reality we were just talking about a movie we saw a bit ago.” you laugh, recalling the memories.

Jamil had thought it was cute that you loved your younger sister so much. There were plenty of instances where he caught you two playing around and left you two be. Though he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to possibly join in. It wasn’t that he wanted to join in because of the activity, but just to spend time with you. He loves you and loves your sister, but sometimes he can’t help but feel a little jealous that she seems to be getting more attention than him. It was petty he knows, but as long as you two could spend time together, he didn’t mind if your sister tagged along.

“Are you going to be with your sister today?” he asks cooly.

“Yeah, it’s our spa day today!” you exclaimed.

“Do you mind if I come along? I can bring some snacks.”

“What!? Really!? Of course you can come along!” 

“Alright, I’ll start preparing the snacks. Let me know when it starts.”

“Will do.”

Rook is someone who’s completely unphased. He actually finds it absolutely beautiful that you love your sibling as much as you do. Not to mention how hard you fight to protect her. It’s beaute! (as he would say, or rather exclaim).

Whenever he hears about your escapades with your sister he eagerly asks to come along to the next one. To which you oblige and you three always end up having the best time.

“I hear you’re going out, may I accompany you two?” he eagerly asks.

“Well I don’t see why not.” you shrug.

“Yay! One more person to gossip with!” your younger sister giggles.

“Aw you’re just so cute. Like a petit lapin in the springtime for the first time.” 

While your sister finds Rook a little bit odd, she still likes him and finds him funny and expressive so she loves having him around.

Rook was always delighted to accompany you and your sister. As you two were to him. Anytime spent with you was enough for him. It was only a bonus that your sister was there too. 

While two makes company and three makes a crowd, he’d disagree with that full heartedly. Three make just as much company as two would without it being a crowd. He loves playing around with you and your sister as there’s so much beauty within sibling love.

However there are instances where it’s just you and your sister. To which you obviously don’t mind. So you watch movies together or just play around like utter fools. Little do you know a certain hunter was carefully watching over you two from the trees.

“Ah, what a beautiful sibling relationship. One can only help but wish they had what you two have.” he says under his breath, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips.

Vil finds your overprotectiveness cute. Even though he’s never had a sibling of his own, he can easily understand your willingness to protect your younger sister. Heck, if he had a younger sibling he’d most likely act the exact same.

In a way, because he lacks siblings of his own he somewhat seems to take your sister under his wing and sometimes spoil and dote on her. To which you don’t particularly mind, you’re quite relieved that they get along. 

If you lack any clothing knowledge? Make-up knowledge? He’s got it all. Whenever you two are going to play dress up or go to some sort of salon, she always asks if Vil can be there. You truly have no reason to say no, hence if he’s not booked up from his job, he’ll join you guys without a second thought.

“Are we going to go out today?” Your younger sister will ask.

“Well of course, you said you wanted to go to the clothing store for some new clothes.” 

“WAIT!” Her sudden burst of energy startles you.

“What is it?” 

“Can Vil come along! He knows so much about clothes and I really want him to help me.” 

“I could ask, but I can’t guarantee anything. He’s very busy, you know.” You sigh, taking out your phone.

You shoot him a quick text. You knew that it was slightly sudden as you and your sister were just about to leave, but only a minute passes by and he responds.

“Oh! He said he’ll be here in a few minutes!” You smile at your sister.

She squeals in response, jumping around in utter glee. 

“You’re so cute you know!” You exclaim, putting your arms around her, pulling her into a semi-tight hug. “God I could just eat you up, nom nom nom!”

“Stop that!” she laughs, jokingly trying to push you away. 

You two stay like that for a little while longer as you wait for him. While you were in the middle of a play fight, you heard the doorbell ring. When you had tried to get up from your position from smothering your sister (with your love), she grabbed your hand and followed you to the door.

From the outside of the door, Vil could hear you two messing around. A small smile graces his usually stern face and a low laugh climbs its way out of his throat.

“They’re so cute.” he whispers, just as you open the door.

“Are you ready?” You ask him, a giant smile on your face.

“Only if you two are.” 

“ALWAYS!” Your sister responds happily, running towards him.

“I’m glad, let’s get going.” He said, taking her hand in his.

[triplexdoublex]

We cannot say Megan was the first celebrity he linked up with but while before all he cared about was NETWORKING and living the glory - to one day tell the story-, with Megan he started putting into consideration the clout he can instantly get.... and for this I really BLAME TRAVIS BARKER, that man.

All this circus for pop punk and his 'has-been' drummer career to come back AND for his label mogul career to take off. I'm sure he was in Kells ears telling him how this would benefit his rebrand and help him get away from 'Bad Boys' as Interscope would be more willing to focus on him and back him up (yes, he was always signed with them, but he REALLY started teaming up with them around 2018 and it was only for that staged Eminem beef, allegedly).

I also believe with Sommer Ray, something NEW about celebrities 'hook ups' like never before must have clicked and that is EGO. During that time, as many IG 'fitness' 'models' were out there, Sommer was the ONE no teenage boy or young man in America- black, white or other - could shut up about. Notice how even the guys were so invested in her- especially Rook who would later advice him to be in that Z-list movie with Megan. Sommer situationship really walked so Megan's could run; her 2009 role was peek 'young average male' fantasy woman.

Usually PR main gain is an UPGRADED image: Jay Z himself, R. Kelly associate, was only allowed to seat at certain tables after he associate himself with somebody so GREAT it over-shadowed the image of the crack dealer from Marshall project who shot his own biological brother at 12 yo over some deal. What's odd about the whole Twin Flame PR scheme is that it achieved the exact OPPOSITE for Kells. Megan is too insecure and talentless to team up with her partner to build eachother up.

The hate he gets on the daily has nothing to do with any sense of social envy but has anything to do with HER. That woman made sure to latch onto him as she won't land anything better (I'm sure his 'size' and looks helped and sponsoring vitamins on IG won't pay the bills, three CS checks and the divorce settlement). And to really secure him, she had to destroy his image from the start: gain levarage on him - so that, if he ever was to leave- she would be the victim.

In the private sphere she made sure to discover all weaknesses, feed his addictions (lines of coke on plastic tits and ayahuasca trips) and dig into his childhood (disgusting for her to use a poetry book to out 'one of her pretty boys' as a childhood S Assault survivor and blame their absent parents for everything and upbringing, yuck).

His last project gave me hope maybe he finally realized SHE is his BIGGEST enemy. Hopefully he's toxic enough to actually make run her away: for once in his life RUNNING AWAY PEOPLE MIGHT actually BE his BIGGEST BLESSING! Otherwise I don't see her ever letting go. She is too clingy. She's the type of person you actively need to cut off from your life.

HARD DISAGREE about Travis!! Especially saying he’s a “has been” that man is a fucking LEGEND!! I was a Blink girl wayyyy before I was a MGK girl. He’s always been drumming and producing and working on something. The only times he’s probably even has a break when when he was he was recovering from a plane crash he somehow survived despite having 3rd degree burns over 65% of his body , and he still came back strong!

The rest …in a nutshell, yeah this PR bullshit definitely hasn’t worked in his favor at all but let’s be honest he was already getting hate before she came along too , but she’s definitely increased it by playing victim. And yeah she’s an absolute trash human being for outing the SA in her “poetry book” especially since it heavily suggested it was kells who was abused because she mentioned the “history of family curses” he’s always said his family was cursed and even says in new songs how his family is cursed for 7 generations.

Yeah I had hope too until the were at stagecoach together, whether it be a pr stunt or them actually getting back together who knows? I just want her gone for good .

[missdeerlady]

So I have this idea that Vil ask Charlotte to come and help him and his potatos with dance Practice for the Song & Dance Championship. This is how I thing the phone call went

(I hope I did my best with Vil. I tried to get into his head space when it comes to his speaking manners. But with out further a due )

"And one, two, three, four " The mistress counted as she observed all of her students movements as she walked around them. Soft contemporary music can be heard in the Shaftlands Academy of Dance's Ballet Class. The students where practicing to Piano Concerto No. 2, Allegro, Opus 102 for they have a performance coming up in a couple months and they must have there Plié to their Croisé done perfectly.

With every correction the mistress made for other students, Charlotte made sure that her posture and positioning was not off. Auditions where a few days away, and everyone is hoping for the lead roles. Some believed that the mistress would just give Charlotte the lead because she "special". For her she will be happy with what roll the mistress see fit for her skills. The mistress walked over to the radio and turned off the music. "Let us take a break class and we'll continue with this piece"

The students disperse to their belonging stripping off there ballet slippers. Charlotte went to searched there he bad for her water and cell phone. Trinity sent her a text of a photo of her and Flora at a Jewelry stand in a Market with the phrase "Flora found a pair of earings that match a dress you have, Yay or Nay?" Before she could respond another text rang in from Mr. Vil Schoenheit.

"Hello Charlotte, If you may can you please call me when you can. I require you assistance"

Charlotte puzzled by his question. She went up to the mistress and excuse herself to make this call. What in Twisted Wonderland could the famous Schoenheit need from her. She search for his contact, and pressed call. The phone rang for a few second before the other end picked up.

"Hello, Charlotte" a charming voice spoke on the other end

"Hello Mr. Schoenheit, you messaged me that you require my assistance in something?"

"Yes, I am sure you are aware that my school will be hosting the SDC this year?"

"Yes, you have posted about it on MagicCam, but this require my assistance in what way? she question.

"Along with hosting the championship, we will also be competing in it as well. Rook and I have gather the best potatoes our school can offer us for a team. However, they need more help than even I can provide myself. Even with the best music I can provide, there dancing is so far off that it frustrates me that I fear I will break out from the stress." He took a deep breath before speaking "I am calling to see if you can come to Night Raven College for a few weekends to help my team with their basic dance skill?"

Charlotte was taken about his question. Her come to his school to help train his fellow peers in the SDC? What was he thinking? Surely there must be another that can help him train him and his team to win this championship? She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost forgot that Vil was on the other end.

"Me? You want me to help train?"

"Yes? Out of everyone we have that attends that Academy, you out of the few are consider the best according to Madam Odette"

Charlotte could not help chuckle at that. "I am just like any other dancer her. But I am sure that Madam Odette will will make a better trainer for you then I? I can ask her if you wish?"

"I have asked her, and with the production of the tin solder in progress she is too busy to step away to train a team."

"What about one of the other instructors I am sure someone ha-"

"Charlotte. I appreciate the humbleness you have, and that others would be best suited to help. However I choice you to help us. You technique is better than you first started. Legs and arms always straight when you practice, your feet always pointed in the correct position when you do pay attention to it, and with both of our training combined our routine will be perfect"

Charlotte really wanted to critique him back, but hold her tongue. Around all that critique can show that in Vil way that he trust hers skill more out of everyone. They were not good friends and more acquaintance. Thought the famous Vil Schoenheit trusted her to do this, so she has to trust him that his right.

"Let me see if I can rearrange my schedule with school and practice, as well as speak to my father about this, and I will get back to you in a few days. Thought I have two request if I do this"

"And those will be"

"One if my friends wish to accompany me on some weekend that there presents will be welcomed."

Vil sighed making her giggle. They both remember the first interaction Trinity had with Vil "I will welcome the quite one, and . . . tolerate the Mischief one."

"And two I mostly likely will need transportation to Night Raven College. I have never visited the school so I won't know how to get there from the docks"

"I will make sure to send a car as soon as you arrive to Port O' Bliss. I look forward to working with you" he stated as he hung up

She shook her head at the rude rush. Madam Odette open the class door to call "Charlotte is time to start practice again". Charlotte nodded her head and rushed back into the class and putting her phone away. She started to stretch and warm up for class. Though she can't help but wonder what is she getting herself into.

[blues824]

Hello i see that request are open if you have too much requests or just tired you can delete this^^, May i try to request for a reader that is just Ninomae ina’nis , if you dont know who she is, she is a vtuber and her avatar is a Octopus human hybrid and she is a priestess for the ancient ones (heres the link for her https://hololive.hololivepro.com/en/talents/ninomae-inanis/ ) for Azul, riddle, leona, ilia, malleus, and rook, again if this is too much you can ignore/delete this, have a great day/afternoon/night ^^

Make sure to eat and drink healthy, stay safe<33

You too, Anon! I watched her streams of the game Stray to get an idea of her personality.

Also, let’s say that your avatar is the one that’s transported to Twisted Wonderland, but you are sentient.

Riddle Rosehearts

Your dedication to the words and the teachings of the Ancient Ones is very admirable in his eyes. There are many different beliefs in Twisted Wonderland, yours is just one among the many. He doesn’t mind it at all and might even ask questions to gain a further understanding.

He doesn’t understand why you are a VTuber, but at least it’s not a destructive hobby. Sure, you could be doing a lot more productive things, like studying, but you’re not outside causing trouble and that’s what truly matters to Riddle.

He thinks you look interesting. Sure, there were beast-people and mer-people, but you were a full-on hybrid of the two. You weren’t able to put either side away. However, he thinks that you’re absolutely beautiful like this. He will most definitely behead anyone who says otherwise.

Leona Kingscholar

There are a few priests and priestesses in his homeland, so it’s not anything unusual to hear that you were a priestess of the Ancient Ones. He also doesn’t mind, but he’s too lazy to ask any questions about you and your beliefs. If you mention anything in passing, then he will remember it. After a while, he gets an idea of it all.

Another one who doesn’t understand why you are a VTuber. You could spend time cuddling with him instead of entertaining random people on the internet by streaming video games. But at least you’re not getting into any fights.

At first, he thought you looked weird. How could he not? You had tentacles coming out of your back that you had complete control over. Just by that alone, you were pretty strong. After a while, he knows that you got them by picking up a random book. You were as magical as he was, but you were a hybrid rather than a beast-person.

Azul Ashengrotto

He found your dedication to the Ancient Ones very intriguing. In the sea, they worshiped the god Poseidon (personal headcanon, because King Triton is mythologically Poseidon’s son). It seemed like they had similar practices, with certain people assigned to serve the gods in their temple.

Everything was a culture shock to him when he came to dry land. He hadn’t even heard of VTubers until you came along. He’s still very confused by it, but is otherwise supportive. He will bring snacks and drinks to you if he knows you haven’t eaten or drank anything because you were busy streaming.

When he first met you, you made him happy. You both were slightly different from each other, but more or less the same. You both were octopi in some variety, and that gave him hope that he could embrace his merform.

Rook Hunt

He just about worships the Ancient Ones as much as you do. He wants to get you to notice him and maybe even fall in love with him as he did for you, so he will do anything. He is just that smitten for you. Eros has shot his arrows into the hunter’s heart.

I think he would kind of understand the concept of a VTuber. To know that this wasn’t the real you was kind of weird, and it was hard to get used to. However, that made him wonder what the real you looked like. No matter, you would tell him when you wanted to tell him.

He found your tentacles absolutely amazing and beautiful. If you still wanted to dress them up, he would most certainly help you. He gently presses kisses to the tips of them as he gently wraps them up with pretty ribbons to accessorize them.

Idia Shroud

He also gets the general idea of your belief, but that’s because they worship the Great Seven and his dorm just so happens to be based off of the Ruler and God of the Underworld. Again, he’s used to the temple and sacrifice scenes.

When you tell him that you are a VTuber, he gets super excited. He talks about doing a collab soon and how you could become popular in Twisted Wonderland as well as your own world, until you tell him that the figure he saw as ‘you’ was your actual avatar.

He found your tentacles scary at first, but he gets used to them over time. It eventually got to a point where he loves to be gently wrapped in your tentacles because he knows that you are there with him. It calms him down after a stressful day.

Malleus Draconia

His kingdom has a few deities that they worship, mostly the Thorn Fairy. He has even been to one of the temples for when he was deemed the Crown Prince of the Briar Valley. However, the priests and priestesses tended to live single lives, and the fact that you are a priestess tells him that you might not want to be with him.

He most definitely doesn’t understand the concept of a VTuber. He barely knows how to operate his tamagotchi, did you expect him to know what a VTuber was? However, he is willing to learn so he could get to know you better.

He found your tentacles rather fascinating. You weren’t exactly a cecaelia, but a hybrid between an octopus and a human. It reminded him of his knight, Sebek, who was a hybrid between a fae and a human. It was very intriguing to the young Prince.

Lilia Vanrouge

Again, he hails from the same land as Malleus, so he is familiar with priests and priestesses. Not just that, but his time as a military general led him to many lands that had different beliefs. He found it all fascinating, and he will ask you tons of questions about the Ancient Ones that you serve.

Like Idia, he gets excited when you tell him that you are a VTuber. He gets even more excited when you tell him that the ‘you’ he sees is in fact your avatar and not what you actually look like outside of the screen.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable with your tentacles. If you ask, he’ll help you maintain them as well as decorate them. Your tentacles tend to get a bit ticklish, so he will tease you with soft touches along their slimy surface. You have been warned.