#seridia

[riessene]

my take on fields of mistria's second mystery romance ;^)

[venlazlo]

Mistria VA Fancasts

work was killer, too tired to drawr today.

VA Fancasts under the cut w/ voice samples hehe.

Made in conjunction with my brother and we don't consume that much media so take this with a grain of salt and maybe drop a suggestion.

Nora - Leda Headey [Amelia - Infinity Train]

Holt - Sungwon Cho [Senshi - Dungeon Meshi]

Celine - Erica Mendez [Mia Karnstein - Code:Vein]

Dell - Noël Wells [Kelsey - Craig of the Creek]

March - Zeno Robinson [Hunter - The Owl House]

Olric - Joe Hernandez [Boucheron - Fire Emblem Engage]

Ryis - Marcus Scribner [Bow - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power]

Landen - Luc Roderique [King Harrow - The Dragon Prince]

Juniper - Veronica Taylor [Manuela - Fire Emblem Three Houses]

Valen - Cissy Jones - [Lilith Clawthorne - The Owl House]

Terithia - Cassie Ewulu [Saphir - Fire Emblem Engage] [Bonus]

Balor - Kumail Ali Nanjiani [Howell - Bee and Puppycat]

Hayden - Matt Mercer is just the obvious choice

Errol - J.K. Simmons [Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls]

Josephine - Roz Ryan [Cake the Cat - Adventure Time]

Hemlock - Bruno Campos [Prince Naveen - The Princess and the Frog]

Reina - Brenda Song [Anne Boonchuy - Amphibia]

Maple - Grace Rolek [Connie Maheswaran - Steven Universe]

Luc - Terrell Ransom Jr. [Darwin - The Amazing World of Gumball]

Elsie - Susan Egan [Rose Quartz - Steven Universe]

Adeline - Genesis Rodriguez [Perfuma - She-Ra tPoP]

Eiland - Brian Timothy Anderson [Rosado - Fire Emblem Engage]

Caldarus (Statue) - Glen McCready [Omeluum - Baldur's Gate 3]

Seridia - Mallorie Rodak [Frieren - Frieren] (placeholder i almost put veronica taylor again)

Darcy - Danica McKellar [M'Gann M'Orzz - Young Justice]

Louis - John Michael Higgins [Varrick - The Legend of Korra]

Merri - Elizabeth Grullon [Camila Noceda - The Owl House]

Vera - Kirby Howell-Baptiste [Grace Monroe - Infinity Train]

[duncanor]

My game theory about Fields of Mistria is that one of the Dragons is lying and they're not what they seem to be.

We get some snippets of lore here and there as we play and we learn about two historical figures:

A Witch Queen and the Dragonsworn Hero.

I think that's Seridia and Caldarus . And the one lying out of the two might be Seridia, the ancient witch queen. (in their liked gif she has a night queen). She's definitely tricking us into going deeper and deeper down the mines so we can free her.

Why was she sealed down the mines? Why was she forgotten while Caldarus wasn't? Why do these two hate each other? And by who was she sealed?

So many questions 🤔

[seasaltstarsstuff]

Yay it's done, Happy new year friends!

[phosphoplier]

Anyone seen these yet?! I found em on reddit and they're on one of the wikis!!

[ihm-bread]

some seridia lines (not direct quotes im lazy)

a line about traveling that mentions she sees why humans like walking so much but misses teleportation

a line at night talking about how quiet it becomes and how human eyes dont have night vision

a morning quote about how sleeping is optional for her

gift line that says its a worthy gift and thanks you

disliked gift about if ur gonna give her tribute u better give her something good

a confused line about how youre just....saying hello

[nonokoko13]

I have a theory

SPOILERS ABOUT THE TWO SECRET MARRIAGE CANDIDATES (Caldarus + ?)

Caldarus hated gift is the unknown dragon statuette, which I assume is Seridia's statue. Same goes with her, she hates Caldarus statue. Both look similar, so either A. they are related and have a major sibling beef or B. Both are from the same dragon species and maybe they could be rival marriage to Caldarus / Seridia x Farmer if they added that thing on FoM? And maybe they hate each other because one is the reason the other was sealed/isolated Imagine if they are bitter exes lmaoo

Either way I feel like the current shy (?) and polite priestess we know may be a facade to make us pity her and more eager to help her and follow her directions and once she's free she'll treat us like a dog (the opposite of how genuinely kind Caldarus treat us and views humans as not inferior but different to his kind). Probably the dragon priestess would be a lie too if it goes that path because she'd make the farmer believe she prays to Caldarus or another dragon entity when in fact she made a follower alter ego who worships herself (self love at its finest)

Shy or mean lady I'm down either way my farmer WILL win the bisexual dragon fucker badge. Though personally I prefer how she looks in her current sprite vs Seridia chibi icon but since we haven't seen Seridia's true (?) form I don't have much to make a solid opinion, perhaps she even looks prettier (but dear God the devs put the bar high bc rn with her blue-ish skin and that outfit she' slaying SO HARD I wonder how they'll make her be more peak). At least now I know Caldarus hair color

But finally we will have more drama 😈

Or maybe the priestess is just Seridia's priestess fr, that would explain why she doesn't have a heart like Caldarus does. Then I'd be kinda sad because she's so pretty I want her

[skellseerwriting]

Who are you romancing on your first playthrough?

[hrghhhhhhhhh]

I want to draw my destiny 2 exo

[naty-js]

SPACE TRIP - Livro 1 ~

“Capítulo 1 - A Chegada” disponível para leitura! Clique aqui para ler!

Novas informações sobre os reptilianos, onamuhs e o planeta Seridia disponível na página do livro! Clique aqui para acessar!

[ Chapter 1 - The arrival : Click here to read ]

Sinopse: Laz, uma garota alienígena que está treinando para ser uma Guardiã Nova, com o tempo começa a descobrir que os Guardiões que a acolheram podem não ser tão bons quanto ela imaginava e agora ela luta para salvar a quem lhe é importante enquanto lida com seus medos e dúvidas.

[kieairakitty]

90% of my characters are neutral and I play them on both sides.

@lady-dawnblood - void elf who uses blood magic to create her disguise

@c-wolfe-reed - gilnean pirate, goes where the gold is regardless of faction

@kieaira-dawnbrook - half elf, mainly alliance but visits silvermoon on occasion

@seridia - half elf, human and blood/void elven parents

And my currently retired priestess Kallynn is Quel'dorei, mainly horde, who frequents Silvermoon and Stotmwind.

please reblog this if your blog is safe for both horde and alliance

a good friend of mine who mainly plays alliance levelled a character with me recently so she could come play with me through the Horde campaigns, and when she mentioned it to her guild, she was completely attacked, berated and harassed in and out of game

i want people to reblog this so that others know you are a place safe for someone who plays both! all this macho bullshit leaking outside of the game is ridiculous. just because Blizzard have directed the lore down the old reds vs blues path again, doesn’t mean anyone should feel unsafe or unwelcome outside of the game

my blog is safe for horde and alliance! all are welcome here 🖤

[duncanor]

I'm going to go on a limb here and say Seridia and Caldarus might be siblings just like Eiland and Adeline are.

I hope there's gonna be drama 😌

[ihm-bread]

my one hope is that cal joins friday nights at the inn

[kieairakitty]

@lady-dawnblood @c-wolfe-reed @the-witch-kieaira @seridia @confessor-kallynn @dawnhaven are my character blogs for wyrmrest accord :D

Looking to Follow Wyrmrest Accord Roleplayers! Please share! :)

Hi all! My husband and I have recently transferred from Emerald Dream/Moon Guard to your wonderful server. 

I’m looking to get into the RP community here and I thought one of the best ways would be to follow your tumblrs and get to know people.

[skellseerwriting]

Bloodlust

March x Gn!Grumpy!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content & Warnings: Period fic with a gender neutral reader (so reader has a womb), care fic, forced fluff, March is worried, reader is snappy about it, catching feelings

Summary: March visits you late in the morning only to find you in a bloody state of rage

March saw you languid on your bed, and his blood turned cold. Every muscle in his body went taut. His eyes couldn’t tear a single millimeter away from the horrific sight in front of him. Blankets were twisted around your calves in a manner of distress, and bright patches of red stained the sheets between your legs. Taking to action he was by your side in an instant to check your pulse. Only, as he placed his hands on you to turn you over, his stomach was met with a solid foot.

Groaning profusely, he doubled over and clutched his abdomen. The tender kick made him feel like he might puke, but the only thing overtaking that sensation was the lifeless sight of you. He looked at you through squinted eyes. His concern faded a bit as you started shifting around on your stomach.

“Ughhhh…” you moaned, sounding completely done with life. “Priestess Seridia and Calderus Almighty, what are you doing in my Cabin?”

Hearing your voice sent a powerful wave of relief through him and he let out a heavy breath; the tension in his shoulders relaxing. The fact you didn’t appear all too bothered with the amount of blood pouring out of you eased March a tad more, but it didn’t take away his worry entirely.

“I- Ryis said you were going to meet up with him this morning, and Balor told me he hadn’t seen you exit your farm…” despite the dire situation, March’s face went a bit ruddy as he said that. It sounded so much like he was concerned about you. Which he wasn’t. He just didn’t like the thought of you being unwell when other people had things they needed your help with.

“That’s not their business…” you grumbled, nose in your pillow. March’s attention snapped back to the issue at hand.

Completely ignoring your retort, he grabbed your wrist. “We need to get you to Valen.” He said as he tried to pull you out of bed. “You’re hurt, you need to-“ you slapped his hand away. He said your name in frustration. “Come on. You’re bleeding. Why aren’t you-“

“You really don’t get it March, do you?” Your muffled voice sounded so done with him. It gave off a parent losing their patience after giving their child the same answer for the umpteenth time.

He hovered at the side of your mattress. “Don’t get what?” His voice was quieter.

Sighing with vexation, you turned your head to look at him and a single eye peaked out. It was full of a violent rage that shocked him.

“I’m on my period, March. That’s period blood.”

His mouth went dry.

While he stood in shock, you haphazardly drudged out of bed and had the appearance of a zombie as you walked across the room. Hobbling to the dresser, your bloody pajamas made you look like a crime scene while you tiredly sifted through some clothes. A low groan escaped you. You bent over to hold your abdomen.

Before he knew what he was doing, March was at your side and helping you select some comfortable clothes to wear that wouldn’t stain at the slightest mess up. Wordlessly (minus you insisting in all your aggravation that you didn’t need him there), he helped you to your extra room and awkwardly waited for you to change. As he stared at the large place in front of him, he realized he could do a few things while you were busy.

He wasn’t sure what possessed him all of a sudden to help you. It definitely wasn’t because you needed it or anything. It’s just because it would inconvenience the town. And him. He was still waiting for that ore request he sent out yesterday. What was taking you so long to complete it? It agitated him. It made him grumble and pout as he pulled off the bloody sheets on your bed. It made him mutter petty insults as he fluffed up the pillows on your couch and laid a soft blanket over it for extra comfort. As he protested the very acts of service he was performing, he didn’t even notice you standing in the doorway and staring at him like some alien creature that just broke into your house.

“What are you doing?” You sounded upset, but underneath was veiled confusion. March scoffed and tilted his head up.

“Well clearly you aren’t fit to take care of yourself.”

With a sneer, you said “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” And then you took a step forward. Your knee almost gave out.

“Sure you are.” March rolled his eyes, already making his way over to you.

“What are you-“ you protested when he grabbed your arm.

“Oh just stop complaining.” He told you, not any happier about this whole thing than he had to be. “Just get to the couch.”

Nostrils flaring, you used him for support and did as you were told; obviously not happy about it either. Once you laid down, your defense fell a little bit. A peaceful expression crossed your face as you closed your eyes and lay propped up against a star-shaped pillow you had made by hand. A fleeting instance of what could be described as delight passed over March. The moment briefly ended once you reopened your eyes.

“What are you still doing here?”

Gosh could you get anymore annoying?

With a huff, March trudged towards your kitchen. He’d rather be anywhere than here. “I’m not leaving until you start to feel better.” He deadpanned, already rummaging through your cupboards.

“Seriously?” You sounded so angry. Or were you surprised? “March I didn’t ask you to take care of me. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

Finding the right sized pan, March set it on your stove and rifled around for some eggs. “Just so you know, I hate liars.” He called back to you in a displeased manner. This entire morning was just filled with you vexing him and rejecting his help, and here he was playing… playing house with you, and you just did. Not. Get it.

You were so infuriating.

Making frustrated noises at the name-calling, he heard you plop back down onto the cushions. He imagined your crossed arms and look of anger on your face. It was a look he was quite familiar with. Your eyebrows arched downwards. Your noise scrunched up. That cute way your upper lip curled when you retaliated to one of his insulting remarks…

Stunned at his thoughts, March shook his head and refocused on the scrambling part of scrambled eggs. When he finished making them he found a plate with a fork and served some on it for you. He was silent as he walked around your couch and presented the food. You looked just as he imagined. The sight was plucked from his mind and placed in front of him in the form of your pouting figure. Quietly, you grabbed the plate. Your eyebrows twitched. Warily, you stabbed the eggs with your fork; examining it as if it might have been poisoned. And then, you took a bite.

Your eyes went wide. Your jaw stopped chewing. It was slightly agape. You recuperated and continued eating with a noticeable change in demeanor. You seemed more at ease. Dare he say: happier. At the very least, you didn’t look like you wanted to kill him, and that was a plus.

Once you finished, you set the plate on your lap in awkward silence. Your eyes were focused on some piece of décor or furniture to the right. March was hit with the idea of how you didn’t always have to be crummy to him. That could change. Why did the idea of you not hating him appeal to him more than it should have.

“Thank you.” You forced out.

“No problem.” He said coolly, sticking his hand in a pocket and pretending he had no emotional attachment in this whatsoever. You bit your lip and seemed like you wanted to say something else. March waited.

“Thank you for your help.” You said in a slight repeat. It was a hesitant gratitude, but genuine. He felt himself blush and looked away.

“Can’t have our farmer collapsing on us. We need you, ya know.” It didn’t have that same venom as before. You gripped the plate tightly. Before either of you could say anything else, March headed out the door.

“Wait-“ you seemed to pull the words back in as you said them. He hesitated with his hand on the knob.

“Yeah?” He turned back to you. You picked at the blanket beneath you with your fingers. Whatever you wanted to say, it appeared you lost your courage. “I’ll be back.” He reassured. You perked up at that; shyness dissipating as your possible disappointment was mitigated. “I’m just going back home to get some heat pads Olric and I use. We sometimes freeze them to help with muscle aches and…” he trailed off as your attention increased. Emotionally, you were on the edge of your seat. “I’ll be back…” he said again softly.

Walking out the door, he took in a shuddering breath once the click behind him shut off your presence. A hand raggedly ran down his face. Something was wrong with him. Something was very, very wrong with him. He couldn’t tell if it was worse that he actually knew what it was, or if it might be less bearable were he to not have a single clue. Regardless, he found that he had no regrets. None. He was looking forward to getting home and going back to your cabin to continue to help you. He liked doing that, which he surprisingly found out this morning.

Now let’s be clear: that did not mean he liked you. Nuh uh. No way. Not in the slightest. It just meant… he didn’t hate you as much as he used to. He… tolerated you and your presence. Your snarky, aggravating, endearing presence.

Another sigh of air left March. This one was a little more forlorn.

You were going to be the death of him.

Taglist: March FoM

@itsabea @theloserqueen @moonfiresonorant @turdofanerd @mariusvonhangme

@susanatactica @anomiatartle @apric-t @starsdrawnpastel

@thatonenewjerseychick @smoochi-march

[ihm-bread]

ppl theorizing about the unknown dragon statuette but considering cal doesnt like it...isnt it the mines dragon....????