#kneepressnightmare

[estarion]

@kneepressnightmare asked: “Who I am?… heh! I do not remember who I am.”

　　　in a way, that makes two of them. in another — ? it makes astarion seethe with envy. ＂sounds like a blessing, to me . . .＂ he's squat down beside the cloaked lump of a man, squinting briefly at the massive, wrapped arm. ＂ah, here's your pouch back, by the way.＂ it was never loaned to astarion, but dangles from his pale, pinched fingers. totally empty — that wasn't his fault. he robbed a filthy vagrant ! a filthy vagrant who's now joining their little ragtag group. ＂. . . you somewhat reek, my friend.＂

[estarion]

IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER .

—＊ can they use chopsticks ? he is capable of anything with his hands. —＊ what do they do when they cant sleep ? pff, 'sleep'. if he's too stirred to enter trance, he'll read a book. —＊ what would they impulse buy at the grocery store ? candles. —＊ what order do they wash things in the shower ? dick & co, head, the grimed and bloodied rest. not a strict order tho ; he would focus his initial attack starting from whatever felt dirtiest and finish off with a proper ( but less vigorous ) top-to-bottom re-scrub beneath the running water. —＊ what’s their coffee order ? black. —＊ what sort of apps would they have on their smartphone ? all the popular and most relevant social media apps, shopping and dating apps, streaming apps, various news ones, reddit, spotify, some kinda 4chan reader. —＊ how do they act around children ? distant, pre-emptively ready for irritation. —＊ what would they watch on tv when they’re bored and nothing they really like is on ? ignoring his antics in the isekai verse where everything is novel for a moment, he realistically wouldn't just be hanging around inside his house waiting for something to emerge. more the type to get up, go out, make moves.

this was an ancient meme so nobody tagged me but out of curiosity, i tag : @kneepressnightmare , @idolsummons , @lunaferrous , @sleetkissed , @nezumivc103221 , @undyingmedium , @witches-and-weirdos , @lured-into-wonderland , and @swordduels !

[warwaited]

The briefly raised voice does draw over their leader. Rakatak has been combing the beach for supplies - there are more than enough corpses to pick through for anything they might be able to use. More of those oddly-shaped coins, some food. Others might not think that ferreting away rations is well-served at a time like this, but she has a feeling it might be a while before they're able to properly feed themselves on something other thank the spoils of war.

That said, she's loathe to turn down conscripts on these foreign shores, and when she approaches, it's not hard to see that the young tyrant thinks Astarion has found a winner. She crosses her arms, looking this new specimen up and down - not seemingly put off by the lack of shirt. "...I see." The hobgoblin draws herself up and softly clears her throat.

"You address Rakatak First-Among-All, daughter of Hurkyll First-Among-All, Emperor of the Provinces and Holdings of the Clans of Rhet. I am the leader of the group composed of this crash's survivors. Join us if you wish to survive further than this beach."

Really putting her best foot forward. She wants to impress him.

　　　the  swift and equally fluent  rejoinder  knocks  a  cackle  from  his  sternum. “komorník !?” he was just insulted, yet is grinning like some self-satisfied feline. “to  vysvetľuje,  prečo  cítim  také  pokušenie  opraviť  tvoj  plášť ～”   oh — the arm's aglow ! how nasty ! did anyone else see that ?? palms shoot up as  if  to  warn :   easy there,  big  guy . . . “not  charity.”   he  grimly assures, gaze rolling — rather offended, actually, by the mere notion. “just  a  shirt.” astarion tears a lobbed leaf from one of the many oaks drooping down onto their path as a kind of revenge for its licking his brow and trying to stab his eye. “as to who's going to put up with your temper . . .” leaf between the two fingers that jut forward, pointing rakatak out from the pack is simple enough. abruptly calling her over ( “we require an opinion, dear !” ) holds the notes and energy of a boisterous wingman who imagines he's about to render unto his ‘friend’ a favour — only, of course, astarion plans on doing no such thing.