To Be Continued

[saintmachina]

Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

ludo

[vergak]

[xylophonetangerine]

[were--ralph]

i think about this so much

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Cthulhu Wall Plaque by George Tsougkouzidis

[inkpixels]

3 colors

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

LEON BOSS SKETCHES 

by Jerad Marantz

[hawkeharel]

Hiii :) here are some questionnaires i put together about if your Warden was a DAO companion instead! Feel free to have a go with your oc!

I did 2 colours so use which ever suits you/your oc best :) i hope you have fun if you do use this! 🫶

[littlegalerion]

OC Question Alphabet for an Elder Scrolls blog! Ask away!

A.) What is their preferred class? (Battlemage, nightblade, spellsword, ect)

B.) What is their opinion of their "homeland"? 

C.) Do they serve the divines, tribunal, or the daedra, and please explain why? 

D.) How is their love life?

E.) Worst adventuring experience? 

F.) Best adventuring experience? 

G.) Their most hated animal/creature in Tamriel? 

H.) What animals can they not resist petting? 

I.) Their opinion on necromancy?

J.) Any guilds or factions they are strictly against? And why? 

K.) What are classes they are interested in but have no talent for? 

L.) Most painful memory?

M.) What specific individuals do they consider their enemies? 

N.) What specific individuals do they consider close friends? 

O.) Favorite artifacts? Can be of any origin. 

P.) Favorite fields of study? Does not have to pertain to their class. 

Q.) Any children? Want children? 

R.) Vampire, lycanthrope, or neither, and why? And if either, what type of lycan, or are they a vampire lord? 

S.) What's their preference in terms of romantic partners? 

T.) What was the most difficult decision they've ever made? 

U.) What is their "happily ever after" dream? 

V.) What is their mental health like? Or their physical health? 

W.) Do they drink? Ale, mead, wine, or something else? 

X.) Have they ever tried Skooma? 

Y.) Do they ever wish their lives could have been different? 

Z.) What vows or promises have they made that they never intend to break? 

[buzzuocs]

Demon OC Stuff

Sitos: A parasite, a menace. Not significantly powerful on its own, it depends on sapping power from others, demons and mortals alike. It finds weaknesses in defenses and uses its deceptively weak status in the hierarchy to sneak into other demons’ realms and plant itself. Once planted, it starts to drain power from the realm, as well as from the demon lord that rules it. A very old demon, it has been the cause of countless realm collapses. When it comes into our world, it seeks mortals to devour, literally. While gluttonous in nature, it appears constantly emaciated and is never satisfied. Its realm is located inside the creature itself, and as such, appears visceral.

Unnamed: A morbidly obese demon that acts as a warden and punisher in Sitos’ realm. Once the ruler of his own realm, it fell victim to Sitos’ hunger; his realm was consumed and he along with it. He is little more than an unthinking slave now, having lost his power to Sitos. He has no memory of what he was before, and little is known about what kind of demon he used to be. He patrols the pulsing corridors and bloody alley ways of Sitos’ realm, torturing the souls it has consumed and cleaving body parts for his own grisly pleasure.

The Drizzuline: An embodiment of primal fear, this demon is what children claim to see in their closets or under their beds at night. It feeds off of fear itself, and only seeks to cause fear by making its appearance and presence known. It rarely causes physical harm to the mortals it terrorizes. It can manifest anywhere there is shadow and darkness, light being its weakness and the only thing to drive it back to its realm. A terrifyingly strong demon, it is high up in the hierarchy and demands respect from those of lesser status. 

Dolly: As guessed by her namesake, she possesses or takes the form of a doll while in our world. Her favorite prey are children, as they can be more easily manipulated. She is a keeper of secrets and gains their trust by speaking to them as a friend, and when they proclaim their love for her, their fate is sealed. She whisks them away to her realm, where she turns them into dolls for her collection. Her true form is that of a spider-bodied woman, though her real name will never be known as she insists on the name Dolly. Like her prey, she herself is childlike in nature and speaks to all, demon and mortal alike, as if she and they were children. Her realm is a white fog filled with web and dewdrops but little else. She is fairly low in the hierarchy, although higher than Sitos, and doesn’t socialize with other demons much. She is madly protective over her “dolls”.

[buzzuocs]

Nah’s favorite way to kill was by ambush. Specifically, lying motionless in the deep water and waiting for the prey to walk by, completely unawares. It didn’t always work; sometimes his prey wouldn’t take roads that went by the rivers or lakes. In those cases, he had to take to more “traditional” assassination methods.

But when things fit into place just right, when he grabbed them and dragged them under, holding them tight until they drowned and watching the light leave their eyes, he knew he’d picked the right occupation.

[buzzuocs]

“Justine...please...”

“I’m sorry it had to come to this.”

Colin stood with his head bowed and staring at his trembling hands. Tears began to drip from his cheeks onto his palms.

“You can’t ask me to kill her.”

Justine knelt down beside him and put her hand on his back to gently massage it.

“I know this is hard for you. But you know I would not ask this of you if there were another way.”

A loud, pained sob escaped his lips. His entire body shook in response as more sobs followed. His tears splattered against the stone floor. Justine pulled him into a hug and rested her head on his shoulder. They stayed that way for four minutes before Colin could speak again.

“She’s...my daughter.”

Justine moved her body to face Colin and pulled his chin up to look at her. His eyes were puffy and his bloody tears left dark stains on his face.

“I know, dear. But if you do not do this, I will have to send someone else. And that would be...regrettable. You understand, don’t you?”

Colin squinted his eyes to look into Justine’s. Some saw her as the loving matriarch of the clan. He saw her as something more akin to a dictator.

“I understand.”

Justine smiled at him, but it wasn’t one of happiness. There was noticeable sympathy in it, but Colin couldn’t tell if it was genuine. She stood up and returned her arms to their normal resting place: behind her back.

“I don’t want to rush you, but this needs to be done as soon as possible. You know what’s at stake here. If she tells anyone-” Justine cut herself off and shook the thought from her mind. “You have until dawn tomorrow. If you cannot do this, I will have to send someone else. And I cannot guarantee her a humane death.”

Justine turned and headed for the door, leaving Colin to his sorrow. She turned when she got to the door, that same sympathetic smile on her face. “Whatever you do, do not blame yourself for this. This was not your fault.”

[buzzuocs]

Kyou placed his glass gently on the table.

“The answer is no.”

“Wha? Why?”

He grimaced as the smell of alcohol spewed from the human’s mouth.

“The short answer is because I do not want to.”

The human slammed his fist on the table, causing Kyou’s glass to clink on the tabletop. A couple sitting a few tables away stared and began to gossip.

“COME ON! I bet a sweet thing like you hasn’t turned down no attention before. Whassa matter? Am I ugly, that it? You hate humans or somethin’?”

“You are unworthy of me.”

The human mumbled incoherently for a few seconds before spitting out a few slurs.

“You fuckin’ led me on. I bet you sold yer ass to every other pile of shit here. Why not me, huh?”

Kyou closed his eyes and pulled both hands together in front of his face, as if going to pray. “I have never been with anyone. My role as a missionary has not... ‘afforded’ me that luxury.”

“Bullshit. I’ve known plenty of you frogmen to open yer legs to the first schmuck who asks. It ain’t like you’ve taken no vows.”

Kyou’s expression remained unchanged. “Then perhaps you should ask them. If you’ll excuse me-”

A strong hand grabbed his arm, pulling far too tight and causing Kyou pain. He instinctively grabbed back with his other hand in vain.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere til I get what I want.”

People all around the bar were staring now. Some stood frozen while others hurriedly left the scene. The human tending the bar was on the phone with security. Kyou removed his hand from his assailant’s.

“Perhaps we can discuss this. Civilly. You and I.”

The brute smiled grotesquely. Kyou couldn’t tell if it was the booze or if he truly was a maniac.

“That’s better. You and I. We’re gonna go on up to my room now, and you can show me what you can do with that body of yer’s.”

Kyou had moved his free hand to his side, slowly lowering it to where his gun was hidden, strapped to his leg.

“Very well. I’ll show you just what I’m capable of.”

It happened quickly. His head exploded to pieces, his dead hand still gripping Kyou’s arm, albeit far less firmly. Kyou threw it off of him, wiped his own hand on his kimono, and then gently massaged the place where he’d been grabbed.

“I’m fine,” he called to the barkeep. Her face was one of disbelief and horror. “I apologize for the mess.”

[buzzuocs]

Valya wakes to her brother’s screaming.

Again.

She jumps to her feet and rushes over to Sadeejum’s bedroll. She holds him close while he struggles to breathe, tears streaming down his face and choked sobs barely able to escape his throat. She strokes his head and tries to calm him down.

“It’s ok, Deej! It’s ok! It’s another nightmare, it isn’t real!”

This is a routine she’s become accustomed to. Nearly every night for the past month and a half. She knows that no amount of sweet words and hugs will stop the dreams from coming, nor will they stop their increasing vibrancy and realism.

They won’t stop him from being scared half to death.

“Valya...please! Make them stop! I can’t...”

“I know, Deej. I know. It’s ok.”

His hands gripped her shirt tighter as he practically hid his head under her arm. He didn’t know what else to do but try and hide his head to feel safe. 

He was so tired, they both were. It was getting to the point that Deej was outright afraid to fall asleep. He tried to stay awake as long as he could, but sleep inevitably claimed him when he couldn’t hold out anymore. If he was lucky, he could get a 20 minute nap in before the dreams returned.

The dreams didn’t even feel like dreams now. They were too...familiar. Places he’d never seen before but knew, somehow. People he spoke to who he could barely recall having ever met but who he knew. People he trusted. People he confided in.

People who betrayed him.

This recurring dream where he would feel a sharp pain as his life was taken from him. He would see faces of familiar people staring down at him. Faces with dead expressions that began to blur as everything grew dark. And above that all, a deep, bone-chilling laughter that rang out and woke him every time. “What’s happening to me?” He looked up at his sister’s face with an involuntarily pitiful expression. The tears had begun to dry up, but his choked sobbing was getting worse. Valya didn’t know how to answer.

[buzzuocs]

Had your Inquisitor ever been in love before being sent to the conclave?

No, he’d never had a concept of love. His parents distanced themselves emotionally from him growing up, and he was raised to believe that outward displays of emotions were a weakness, similarly to how Morrigan was raised.

Where does your Inquisitor go when they need a break from everything?

Skyhold ramparts so that he can overlook the mountains and reflect on what needs to be done.

What is your Inquisitor’s worst memory?

The death of his parents. His mind was a conflicted mess, taking into consideration what he’d been taught and what he felt. From that moment on, he forced himself to not dwell on the past.

What is your Inquisitor’s most treasured possession?

His half of the dragon-tooth necklace he made for him and The Iron Bull. Up until this point, he’d never considered possessions to be anything other than necessities or tools. His time with Bull and others taught him sentiment.

What makes your Inquisitor laugh?

Nothing, really. He can pretend to laugh and find things funny, but in actuality he doesn’t understand humor or why people find things funny.

Does your Inquisitor have any siblings?

No, he was an only child.

Who is the Inquisitor’s closest friend?

Probably Cassandra. He sees her as a very strong person and, in some ways, idolizes her. The two of them don’t agree on many things and they argue often, but those that know them know they care about each other.

Does your Inquisitor need a plan or are they happy to wing it?

Generally speaking, Talomek requires a plan before taking action. He is very pragmatic and knows that going in without a plan could be a far greater risk than he’s willing to take. However, if action must be taken at the moment, he will take it.

How much care does your Inquisitor take with their appearance?

None. He doesn’t care how he looks, either to himself or others. In fact, he looks down on those that are fixated on things such as vanity.

Where did your Inquisitor learn most of their skills and abilities?

His parents. They were Tal-Vashoth, and taught him the bare basics of fighting and how to survive. His magical talent surfaced when he was older, so he already knew how to fight with weapons but needed to be taught by a mage in order to wield his newfound powers. His parents introduced him to a Tal-Vashoth mage in their mercenary group, and he learned his spells primarily from her.

[buzzuocs]

Concept: The first children born to vampires, whom are essentially children of Satan, have the unique ability to use a type of blood magic. They can control the blood in another person’s veins to cause great agony and ultimately death by forcing their heart to stop in their chest. They are luckily few in number (seeing as most have been killed since modern times) but a few do exist. They are worshipped as “divine” beings by some vampires and whole clans, but others see them as a danger to their own livelihood (unlivelihood?). One of these First Children surfaces and decides to “fulfill their destiny” by trying to seize control of the mortal world. While many flock to their side to serve as minions, others know this creature needs to be stopped. But seeing as how it has the Dark Lord’s favor, it won’t be easy.

[writersofthedas]

Had your Inquisitor ever been in love before being sent to the conclave?

Where does your Inquisitor go when they need a break from everything?

What is your Inquisitor’s worst memory?

What is your Inquisitor’s most treasured possession?

What makes your Inquisitor laugh?

Does your Inquisitor have any siblings?

Who is the Inquisitor’s closest friend?

Does your Inquisitor need a plan or are they happy to wing it?

How much care does your Inquisitor take with their appearance?

Where did your Inquisitor learn most of their skills and abilities?

[meridok-old]

30 Day Dragon Age OC Challenge by @meridok (me!), @aubergion, @mossandrock, and @serendipitousoracle

[Image Description: Five images are above. The top image is a banner with the words “Thirty days, Three games, One meme: 30 Day Dragon Age OC Challenge” over top of a map of Thedas. The second through fifth images are the titles of each of the 30 questions detailed below, separated into four groups. Questions 1 to 7 are “Who Are You, Again?”, 8 to 14 are “Why Did You Do That?”, 15 to 21 are “What Did You Do?”, and 22 through 30 are “Bonus Round!”.]

This meme/challenge was explicitly designed for OCs who are either a Warden, Hawke, or Inquisitor, but if you want to use it for someone else, we’re hardly going to stop you.

You’ll find the full body of the questions/prompts below the cut, and we encourage you to answer as specifically or generally or tangentially as you like. 

The name’s a bit long for a tag, so we suggest using #30dayDAchallenge.

Day 1: Introduction

Describe your character in 140 characters. Now have your character describe themself in 140 characters. Also provide any of the basic biographical stats you wish: full name, age, pronouns, gender, class/specializations, etc.

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