#oc: tasya giffard van olso

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"i spend all night lying awake, afraid to close my eyes, afraid to leave my eyes open -- and then the sun rises and it feels so silly. i'm so bloody stupid. i'm too old for this." -- notes, hastily scribbled and shoved under tasya's mattress.

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WALK SOFTLY IN SHADOWS ρƚ ιʋ - ϝҽαɾ ιƚʂҽʅϝ

"I felt it touch me I swear to all the Gods above I felt it touch me last night--" "...I've been leaving the window open at night. I know father forbids candles after dark but I will burn this whole bloody house to the ground if it means I do not have to sit in the dark for another night." "I've studied everything I can get my bloody hands on and nothing describes what the hells it is that lurks in my wardrobe. Not a wraith, a ghost, a devil, a demon, an abberation-- this thing should NOT FUCKING EXIST--" "there are uncharted regions of the underdark, so dark not even the drow will approach. places so dark even the darksighted can't see. there. THERE. that is where this fiend comes from. it has to be. IT HAS TO BE." - exerpts from looseleaf pages found under tasya's bed. a scientific journal of some kind, perhaps.

.psd template made by @aqualvng, found here.

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WALK SOFTLY IN SHADOWS ρƚ ιι - ɾҽαρ ɯԋαƚ ყσυ ʂσɯ

"a succubus is a type of demon -- a beautiful lesser breed of tanar'ri from the Abyss. When uncovered in their true form they appeared as stunningly beautiful women of statueque builds and perfect figures, with flawless skin. A succubus desires a corrupted soul like nothing else, feeling utter emptiness until it claims one. Their deadly kiss was an echo of this emptiness." - a particularly oft-referenced and well-marked page in tasya's personal notes on demons and devils.

.psd template by @aqualvng, found here

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❝Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＥＡＲＥＤ ＩＮＪＵＲＹ ＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＨＡＮＤＳ ＯＦ ＴＨＩＳ ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ， Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＯＮＬＹ ＥＶＥＲ ＦＥＡＲＥＤ ＴＨＥ ＦＡＣＴ ＴＨＡＴ ＩＴ ＷＡＳ ＴＨＥＲＥ．❠

“I believe that this monster fed off of my fear, and it has every right to. If I am foolish enough to not only believe that this monster exists and is lurking in the confines of my own house, but I am also afraid of it harmlessly being there… I’ll offer myself up as a gourmet meal. That’s fine.” - hastily scribbled notes found tucked under tasya's mattress.

edit of tasya!! inspired by @shellibisshe 's edit of corinne, using this template made by @unholymilf!! i love her with my whole heart and this game has been SO MUCH FUN to play

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WALK SOFTLY IN SHADOWS ρƚ ι - ʋιƈƚιɱʂ σϝ ƈɾҽαƚισɳ

"tasya is a bright young lady, but it is proving difficult to teach her by traditional means. I can see where Osric ran into his frustrations. I hope their disagreements do not dampen her curious spirit" - notes from benjamin redburough, tasya's tutor from ages 11-14.

.psd template made by @aqualvng, found here.

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Me (narcissus) staring lovingly at my ocs (a pool of my own reflection)

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which part of you holds your soul?

I was tagged by @corvosattano to do this uquiz!!! i picked tasya bc she's brain baby of the century rn.

tagging @scalpelsister , @bloodofbhaal , @cybilbennettgf , @red-nightskies , @fizziefizzco , @oc-musings , and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a shot!!

tasya giffard-van olso

LEGS

you're always onto what's vital, what's essential, whatever's the most pivotal thing in your life. survival, stability, ambition, and self-sufficiency. you may find that others instinctively trust you to make the important decisions. at your worst, you're ungrounded. you lack ambition, you lack purpose, and you become more frustrated with life. at your best, you're the glue that holds it all together. your soul is the essence of holding the door open for as many people as possible. you are an extra umbrella in the downpour. the lighthouse guiding ships through a foggy sea. you're as dependable as anyone will ever be.

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WALK SOFTLY IN SHADOWS ρƚ ʋ - ʋιʅʅαιɳʂ σϝ ƈɾҽαƚισɳ

“Yeah, I lied. Through my bloody teeth.”

“Then how’d you get out?”

“I… still don’t know. One minute I was in my bedroom, the next I was on the street. In between was… something of a dream. Like the ones I’ve had for years.”

“Why didn’t you tell them you didn’t know?”

“What do you think would have gone over better? ‘I’m not doing any of the things you thought I was going to do because I’ve been suddenly called on a holy mission’ or ‘I’m not doing any of the things you thought I was going to do because the monster that lived in my wardrobe is real and giving me powers for an unknowable price. Also because taking advantage of these powers for an unknowable price from a malignant entity literally sounds better than going to school in Waterdeep.'" - private conversation between tasya and her younger sister, isemay

.psd template made by @aqualvng, found here.

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WALK SOFTLY IN SHADOWS ρƚ ιιι - ɳσƚԋιɳɠ ƚσ ϝҽαɾ

"Its maddening, every time I walk in the dark I see things in the shadows that no one else does. Is it because I'm a tiefling? Mother, father and Isemay don't see in the dark like I can anyway. They don't understand the danger they're in, I don't think. It's up to me to protect them." - exerpt from tasya's journal.

.psd template made by @aqualvng, found here.

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oc tag game!

I was tagged by @shellibisshe to do this!! I'm tagging @lesbian-croft @fizziefizzco (i think everyone else has been tagged?)

thank you for tagging me!!

favorite oc:

zirse of loudwater

as much as I wanted to put any other brain baby, Zirse is top of the chain. She's so interesting and multifaceted while maintaining that up-and-coming folk hero vibe. She's so genuine, and so kind, she's everything I've ever wanted to exemplify. Her struggles are so tangible. Everything hinges on her giving everything she has.

newest oc:

technically, quinn isn't even my newest oc. she's the one who is a) newest b) has a faceclaim c) has a name. in the time between when I made quinn in late april and now i have been working on a brand new silent hill oc, but still don't know what to do with her yet. so! quinn goes here lol

quinn crawford

oldest oc:

okay. story time. Cali has yet to have a spot on my oc page. I haven't mentioned her. AT ALL.

no header here

cali scott

Cali is my FIRST creepypasta oc. She was created in... literally i think it was like fall of 2012, when i was in the seventh grade and first got into creepypasta. I have tried many times to retire her, simply because very few things that are created by eleven year olds stand up to the test of time.... but she remains. She was created as a self-insert who was just a rough around the edges tomboy turned into a vigilante, preying on predators, who just... developed an addiction to human blood. She was a very chill, balanced character in the creepypasta mansion where everyone was off-the-walls high-octane insane but still able to keep up with them, that she is just a requirement to that setting. she evens everything out.

meanest oc:

kseniya ignatyeva

so it dawned on me that I don't make mean ocs without reason-- many of my ocs are nice, even if they're sociopathic, or are cruel but choose to be kind. Kseniya is a sharp edge in contrast to all of that. She can choose to be kind, she will sometimes try, but she is super untrusting and ruthless when she has to be. As a bioweapon, she's literally a killing machine.

softest oc:

nickey d'angelo

this poor bby. she just wants to hang out and protect her friends. :,)

most standoffish oc:

caeneth clay

she is. so hard to get close to. She keeps people at arms length always.

dumbest oc:

quinn crawford

look. she is a himbo. that's her thing. she's not exactly the smartest in regards to her powers and is constantly like. getting herself in trouble for being beast'd out for days afterwards. she's foolish

smartest oc:

tasya van olso

tasya is very sharp. she's quick-witted and learns things easily, especially through lectures. she's literally exploring and expanding her understanding of reality through her pact. intelligence is like, her second or third highest stat for a reason.

oc you'd be friends with irl:

willow weyland

willow is so human to me. many of my ocs are just, self inserts or facets of myself but willow's experiences are so real, and human. as im writing her story again, for the third time, this time in her own world in a space where she can breathe, she's just. ugh. my brain baby loml

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first full release gifs of tasya!!! i changed her face preset from a modded one to an ingame one on my first playthough and was surprised at how quickly i fell in love with her again. she was all dressed up when she got abducted so she had to spend most of her first day running around in this stuffy (and raggedy, after the worst of it was over) dress her whole first day ♥.

its genuinely so exciting to bring her to life and watch her go through her whole adventure, she's so special to me and writing her journey through everything has been so much fun.

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glass cannon warlock moment

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baldur's gate 3 journal

part 3: the crypt of dead gods and unfriendly faces

part 1 || part 2

spoilers under the cut

Tasya awoke the next morning barely rested, but her ribs didn't ache anymore. While cleaning up camp, she'd found a button against the wall-- a skull-headed lever. She, rather eagerly, pulled it. A door clicked open from the other room.

The four of them crept into the crypt on the other side, finding themselves in a proper tomb this time-- an ancient one, untouched for Gods-only-knew how long. When asked why she is rifling through these sarcophagi, they agreed they'd find a healer at first light, she explains that whatever healer they find will probably be expensive, and she'd hate to succumb to ceremorphosis simply because she was broke. A good enough explanation as any, so they continue. There's a room with a very ornate looking tomb in the center, but as Tasya approaches she notices more than a dozen traps in the room itself. Deciding she isn't enough of a daring tombraider to test her luck, she instead tries to lockpick the door on the opposite side. Thus begins a running joke-- Tasya fails, disasterously, at picking the lock on the door, given that she hasn't held thieves' tools in her life. Astarion tsk's, takes the tools from her hands, and deftly picks the lock. "There's no need for you to abuse a set of perfectly good tools." Peeking through the newly picked door, they find themselves on the beach Shadowheart and Tasya woke up on. They turn around and go to investigate the other door.

It is worth noting, that when Astarion tried to pick the lock on the door opposite the tomb, he failed miserably, nearly jamming his tools in the lock. Tasya found great amusement in this, especially after all his talk. Second try, though, he got through with ease. They found themselves in a room full of the corpses of armed scribes. Tasya's no detective, but there didn't seem to be any sign of a struggle. Exploring the tomb further, they found a book of dead gods and some kind of infernal coin, but not a trap to be found. When Tasya discovered the button on the wall past the statue of Jergal, she didn't think twice about pressing it. It hadn't dawned on her that the dead could serve as their own trap.

The fight was quickly won and the group got their spoils-- a talking, peaceful undead who offered nothing more than cryptic wisdom. Pockets full of pilfered coins and baubles, they abandoned the crypt and its newly-awakened keeper in persuit of a healer.

On the road out of the abandoned chapel they discovered she and Shadowheart's githyanki friend, stuck in a goblin cage. Tasya managed to talk the two tieflings guarding it away so she could free Lae'zel. She says she knows of a cure, which is valuable knowledge, and is the most knowledgable on illithids so far, so despite her arrogance and the twitchiness of her swordhand, Tasya invites her to camp. Before they'd left, the tieflings offered Tasya knowledge of where their camp was, and heading that direction, the party found themselves caught in the middle of an attack by a goblin horde. Between them and the adventurers stuck outside the gates, they made short work of their deadly foe-- but not only with them, with the help of the Blade of Frontiers himself, living legend in Baldur's Gate. Tasya tried vainly to pretend like she wasn't seeking to impress him. 'Try' being the operative word, and 'fail' being the operation.

With the goblins killed, the tiefling on the ridge urged them all inside. He explained that the druids of the Emerald Grove were seeking to seal it off-- their new First Druid, Kagha, leading the charge. The tiefling refugees were doomed to death, at the hands of goblins or hands of druids. He asked for her aid, but Tasya was well-too-aware of how time-sensitive her own existence was. She offered to talk to Kagha while she sought the aid of their healer.

That was, of course, until she made her way down to where the Druids were. The druids were nothing but rude to her, treating her like the rest of the tieflings who were causing an uproar. Kagha was even worse, holding a child captive and threatening her with death. All too eager to punish her for the crime of trying to save herself. Tasya manages to talk her out of it, and it's a miracle, too-- she was all too ready to sick shadows on this vicious woman. Kagha goads her into calling her a monster, so high and mighty on the heels of her own logic. Tasya considers the chain of events that would follow if she did call shadows forth to rip this woman limb from limb, and then dips her head and goes to seek their apprentice healer, Nettie.

Nettie can't do anything for her, however, other than offer her a poison or a plant that will kill her. "If you transform here, you'll kill us all." Whatever has been done to her takes a stronger, wiser healer than what she's been taught. She suggests going to find her teacher, Halsin-- the real first druid of the Grove. He'd been taken by goblins when he'd gone out with those adventurers they'd fought beside at the Gate. "You think he's still alive?" "I think so. I hope so."

Tasya isn't convinced, but is running quickly out of options.

After a useless visit, despair creeps up on Tasya. Thankfully the tiefling parents of the child, Arabella, offer their gratitude, which alleviates the fog of melancholy for a moment, before it becomes a painful reminder, "if you transform here, you'll kill us all." Daudling a moment as the tiefling children train with the Blade of Frontiers, Tasya catches his eye. He's infected too-- their tadpoles tangle effortlessly, shaking Tasya's sense of reality. She invites them along to seek out a healer, and he agrees.

They agree to camp early, outside the walls of the Emerald Grove, so they can discuss what they've learned. Tasya is distraught, terrified, frustrated, seeing herself stuck in the wilderness with no hope of escaping her fate. Her companions seem sure that the only other logical step is to find the druid. It's been less than a day; surely, if they act quickly, they might find him still intact. It's their best hope, at the moment. The sun sets as they discuss, before Tasya agrees-- in the morning, they go to talk to Zevlor about what he knows about the expedition, to see if they can get a lead.

That night they all hesitate for a moment, assessing the fact that they feel... fine, when they absolutely should not. Resting warily, they know their plan for the next day.

-- part four --

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baldur's gate 3 journal

the adventure begins

starting on the nautiloid, this is the beginning of tasya's adventure. spoilers below the cut.

to think that yesterday, I was arguing with my parents, saying goodbye to Isemay, faking my way though a blessing of Ilmater... not even a day's travel out of the city and the Messengers and I are set upon by this great flying machine, the kinds I've only seen in studies of the astral planes... a Nautiloid, the vessel of mindflayers.

...and now I'm on one.

I can still feel the squirming in my head-- if I close my eyes, I can pretend it didn't happen. Maybe it didn't. This isn't the worst thing I've hallucinated before.

Gods, I need to find the others. I have no hope of getting out of here without them-- I'm not nearly strong enough on my own. Whereever "here" even is...

On the nautiloid, Tasya had only two objectives: find whatever remained of the Messengers, a crew of adventurers she had been working with, and getting the hells off of the ship. Fumbling her way through, she found the pictures of her extensive research in other planes realized-- the interior of a nautiloid, charred remains of mindflayers, imps and devils of the Hells and the landscape of Averus beyond them-- and the silver blade of a Githyanki soldier at her breast. It didn't take much convincing to get her on Tasya's side-- a psionic buzz from one parasite to the next. The problem will be keeping her there; a moment's hesitation to magically free the only other person she could find alive and coherent in their mad dash off the crashing ship earned her ire. But the three of them made short work through the helm of the nautiloid, and the gith took the reigns and sent them spinning through the astral sea.

Tasya twisted around the ship until she woke up plummetting for a flash, an expanse of open stars above her. When she woke up next, she was on the beach, head still squirming.

She was alive, intact, for now.

-- part two -- -- part three -- -- part four --

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OBSCURE DND QUESTIONS lets fuckin goooo. for tasya: 4, 10, 22. For caeneth: 1, 24, 30 <3

hehehe <3<3 thank u bestie

tasya -

4 - if your character was a piece of art, how would you describe them?

tasya is baroque, surreal, a moment of agony captured in time and that time inflated so you can see each microsecond of the tears rolling down her cheek. that way you can see the exact moment those tears turn to blood and her sadness turns to rage.

10 - if they were in a rock band, what role would they play?

vocals. tasya has some talent with a variety of string instrumentsm though, so maybe guitar / bass and vocals. but she can scream like no other.

22 - what kind of person would they never side with

her parents lmao as tasya progresses further into her pact and subsequent eldritch madness her taste in allies becomes more and more loose, as the meaning of the physical world slips out of grasp. but bullies first and foremost, and then with greater emphasis on not wasting her time with pompous nobility-- especially when the plights of the material plane leave her senses, a rich man complaining about the consistency of his caviar earns them immediate retribution (normally in the form of said caviar turning to eyes that turn to look at the man)

caeneth

1 - what does this character usually keep in their pockets?

caeneth is pretty utilitarian, keeping only what she needs. a needle and thread, oil and polish for her arm (later she starts keeping a jeweler's kit to make adjustments to it, but she didn't understand the necessity of that right away) weapon oil, a mess kit, and a tinderbox. she allows herself some sentiment, though, in the form of a broken golden chain (from her time in the mercenary company, a matching one sautered on to the end of her morningstar, equally broken), and a wispy braided bracelet, made out of the grass in her hometown.

24 - What’s a controversial food opinion they would have?

so. caeneth is a) a soldier b) a firbolg. so some very strange food opinions abound. i think the one she got the most flack for, was while she was still with the golden chain, she set about preparing a patty of roasted mushrooms and wet grass, and just. ate it like that. her party lost their shit.

30 - What never gets old for your character? Something your character can’t get enough of?

a warm tavern, good food, better company, and constant liquor. At the end of the night a warm, soft bed she can sleep until noon is all she needs. Try as she might, barracks or bunks don't feel the same. When she was staying with androj willepy (inventor of her arm), staying in "her" own bed, it was the furthest she'd felt from that experience.

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woe, uquiz be upon ye