pick 2 someones u wanna talk about real bad :)
for 1. glance, motion, stillness
for 2. motion, favorite, change
YES BABE but i really just have The One i want to talk about right now so all of these are going to her slkdjfd0
[ character design asks ]
glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?
her absurdly large green eyes come to mind, but beside that (and the vallaslin), she has a prominent scar on her face that goes over one eye. she styles her hair to cover it because she got it in the attack on haven, and she doesn't like to talk about it
motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?
my most baby deer character, and that's fucking saying something. over the course of the inquisition, she becomes more physically confident (and a knight-enchanter)/ she's always been flexible and graceful, just a little uncoordinated. she tends to wear clothing that does not restrict movement, and prefers soft fabrics
stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?
she fidgets, mostly picking at her hands and nails as a way to stim basicallyy. after she gets the mark, she traces the outline of it with her fingers. one tic is that whenever people get especially Weird about elves, she'll fluff her hair more to cover her ears.
favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What’s the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?
she started wearing a fur at skyhold because she kept getting Extremely Cold up in the mountains (and she's about the thickness of a pencil) and that brings her a great deal of comfort. She doesn't bring it on missions, but after tresspasser, she wears it over her left shoulder. Yes it is a wolf because i'm trash
change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?
I think the biggest one is losing her vallaslin. She doesn't regret it at all but she does see it as a reflection of her disconnection from her clan and the dalish. She mourns it as part of her but mostly as a symbol for what she has lost (and gained) throughout the inquisition
[throws this like a paper airplane through your window] 💌
ANGEL ILU your devotion to the things you love is so inspiring like your passion for unsounded/mando/etc is so joyous to the point that it brings me joy when you're excited about something. everyt time i see one of your cosplay posts i get hyped too bc your care shows through and you rock every single one. that's a couple things but GRABS YOU N KISSES U
MY GOD WE HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR SO LONG i love your complete and unapologetic dedication to being Yourself. like you don't give a FUCK in a way that is so truly inspiring. i'm so lucky we reconnected and also that i get to call you friend
“could you promise me one thing?“ -> for the prompts <3
Gale paused, sighing. His head pounded from their arguing, and he wanted nothing more than to return to his tent and rest -- as their companions already had. Elminster had been enough of a surprise on his own, let alone with the great weight he delivered.
The wizard turned, looking to Tavira's face, red from crying and anger. Beneath the broad moonlight, the crease in her brow and worry in her eyes was clear.
"Promise you what?" He asked.
They had been over this already. He had wronged Mystra and if the bomb in his chest is what it took to set it right, then it was no one's decision but his own. Tavira had made her displeasure quite clear already, from shouting to hushed whispers that there had to be another way.
"Promise me," she said gently, so quite Gale had to lean in. "Promise me that when all this is over--" Tavira trailed off, face expression twisting again as she tried to force back another sob in her anger.
Gale faltered. He didn't like seeing her like this. Thus far she had been a vision of levelheadedness, of one step at a time. Why had this set her off so severely? He wanted to reach out to her, to soothe her, but his own pride stood firm. A traumatic abduction and a few tendays did not grant her the authority to speak to his own life, after all.
Tavira took a deep, rattling breath and closed her eyes.
"When all this is over," she tried again. "When we're rid of these stupid worms, and the Absolute, and you're still breathing... I hope when Mystra comes crawling to apologize--"
"I hardly think the goddess of magic--"
"-- Then promise me you won't forgive her."
Gale shifted, suddenly uncomfortable. "I beg your pardon?"
"Forgiveness is earned, Master Wizard. So what has she done to earn yours?"
He could feel his mouth hanging open, a hundred different replies stalling on his tongue. As he began to stutter out an answer, Tavira mopped at her face with her hand and inhaled sharply.
"Goodnight, Gale," she said, and disappeared beyond the light of the fire.
THIS IS LATE BUT FOR THE MICRO PROMPTS BUT number 3 pls :]
3. i trusted you (prompts)
Beryl nearly spat venom as the words left her mouth, and tears burned hot in her eyes. Two years he had been missing. Two years of heartache, sleepless nights. Two years of wondering if he was even alive.
Now he stood before her, hands clasped behind his back, draped in fur and gleaming golden armor without a hint of remorse on his face.
"I trusted you," she repeated, "I loved you."
