#aurora-corporealis

[hawkexvarric]

You're making ME wanna play DAO again and I haven't finished the damn thing!!! (Also, Hal is babey and I would die for her)

this is really not the meme I was looking for but like this was just too funny not to post so

lkfjaedsflknglk anyways YOU’RE WELCOME. now go beat DAO!!! and also Awakening!!!

[hawkesvarric]

elven warlock (of the undying because god himself cant even kill you), 13!!!

:0 I love it, consider my vibe checked

[hawkesvarric]

🧸🍺🩺 - idk SHIT about wayhaven, but I'm always here for that sweet sweet Jay Lore TM!!! (also bonejangles lore when???)

you know WHAT. just for you, I’ll answer these for my skeleton shitlord!!

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)

I think he’d maybe view himself as being softer than he actually is?? because all Bonejangles really understands is how to entertain and if they’re smiling then that’s all that matters!! but he wouldn’t quite grasp that people often have very complex emotions that can’t be solved by a jovial tune nor would he understand why people get so upset in the first place. he’d probably put himself at a 6 or so, but really he’s probably a 4.

🍺 - What kind of drunk are they? (e.g. talkative, sleepy, flirty etc.)

I don’t think skeletons can get drunk lmao they’re immune to the poisoned condition. but, uh, magical drunk! he’d just be really chaotic. like “yep I can definitely fly off the top of this roof into the night sky, no what do you mean that is a bad idea, I’m already dead anyways so fuck off!” and then wake up the next morning a pile of bones.

🩺 - Does your OC accept help easily? Are they willing to admit when they need help?

accepts? yes, of course! admits he needs help in the first place? oh gods, no. if anyone so much as insinuates he can’t do something, he immediately will go to do the Thing, regardless of whether he actually can or not. but he doesn’t have much shame, so yeah if he got himself in a bad situation, he’d definitely take any help offered lmao. 

[hawkesvarric]

"What did you do?" For BREENA!!

TITLE: And They Were Womb-Mates! (Oh My God, They Were Womb-Mates)PAIRING: Breena x her Stupidity (otp)RATING: FDO (For Dumbasses Only)WORD COUNT: 500WARNING: n/a

NOTES: featuring my gnome artificer, Breena Boddynock, and her twin monk brother Broccoli.

Send me a prompt + a fandom/character!

The cons of having a twin: they know all your tells, they know all your secrets, and worst of all they literally have your face so you can’t even call them ugly without it being a self-burn.

The pros:

“What did you do?” Brocc asked, eyes already narrowed at her suspiciously.

Breena lowered her cup of mead on to the bar. She had a few options here. Come clean right away. Lame, boring. Lie and pin it all on Sydney. Funny, but dangerous. Lie and pit it all on Yuria. More plausible, still dangerous. The girl can turn into a bear for crying out loud.

Or she could just fuck with him.

“Why, whatever do you mean, brother?” she replied, batting her eyelashes.

Brocc snatched her mostly empty cup away from her before she could take another drink. The monastery forced him to shave his head (though why he continued after leaving was beyond Breena) so it was all eyebrows and his shiny forehead that leaned in closer.

“What. Did. You. Do.” he repeated.

She shrugged. “Oh, let’s see. I woke-up, I fought a talking mushroom, I brewed a slow-acting poison. Oh, by the way, remind me in 5 hours to check in on Jarzz.”

“BREENA.” The other patrons paused in their own conversations a moment to stare at the arguing gnomes before continuing on. Their bartender, a weary battle-scarred duergar, merely blinked. “I know you did something. You might as well just clean now before I have to Kamehameha your ass--”

“Oh, really? Is that really what the monastery called it?”

“That’s not the point, Breena!”

“Ooh, I’m so scared. Just wait until I finish building my latest construc--”

“Getting a robot to fight your battles for you, oh real mature--”

Breena slapped her hands down on the bar. The duergar switched out the empty cup in front of Brocc for a full one. This argument had been fun and all, but it was only just getting started.

“Alright then. Guess you’ll just never know what I stole from you.” She sighed before taking back her mead and drinking some. From the corner of her eye, she could see Brocc practically fuming.

He began patting the pockets in his monk robes, muttering a list of his meager belongings to himself. Oh, this was just too easy.

Finally, after a minute or so of searching, Brocc scoffed. “You’re bluffing. I’m not missing anything. Besides, you wouldn’t bother stealing my stuff.”

“Why, ‘cause you’re my twin?” Now it was Breena’s turn to scoff.

“No, because my stuff’s not worth anything.”

That much was true. That was where they differed most of all. Breena was motivated by self-gain, while Brocc was motivated by...comfortable robes.

She finished off her mead, tossed a few copper pieces on the bar, and hopped down to begin her exit. As nonchalant as she could manage, she said, “Eh, guess you’re right. The merchants didn’t seem very interested in your backwards books anyways.”

1...2...3...

“BREENA!”

Got him.

[hawkesvarric]

GIMME THE FISH DEETS

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Microscope - 

she’s got a wild mess of red hair that she rarely bothers to comb, so it most definitely has like leaves and brambles and shit caught in it. 

she’s pretty darn fearless bc in her mind if she dies she dies!!! but there’s no point in being afraid until that moment actually comes.

I hc that she was never in a vault at all and that her father raised her out in the Mojave, taught her how to survive in the wasteland. they had a family ranch at one point in time (pre-nukes) but that got overran pretty quickly by ghouls and the like. the Pattersons have just learned to make do by scavenging/hunting. no mother in the picture.

and yes, Fish is her actual honest-to-goodness god-given name. why did her father do this, you may wonder. well, the man has no impulse control. like father, like daughter, I guess!

[hawkesvarric]

For the ask meme thing! Jessica Cruz and Kitty Pryde!

fskljblkgkjl Juno ily!!! thank you for sending this! but idk enough about either of those characters to answer the meme for them. 😔

[hawkesvarric]

Hey jay so uhhhhhhhh who's your favorite half-elf PC, and why is it Vel? >:3c

LMAO put me on the spot why don’t ya???

In all honesty, I do love Vel. She’s probably the most #relatable of the crew and also as a DM an interesting character to plot things for. Like I knew throwing Gaedren into Rolth’s lab would get a reaction from her (and everybody else too of course, but like I figured Vel of anybody would be pissed) and I knew she’d react poorly to Zellara’s reading this book. It’ll be fun I think to compare where she started in book 1, a grifter just trying to skate by and so unsure of herself to the point of physically wanting to be hidden, to the end of it all when she’s grown into this heroic person who helped save an entire city from its own corruption.

[hawkesvarric]

My pathfinder oc Valtyra (aasimar oracle) lost her memories due to backstory reasons, and so to prevent from losing memories again, she began to write everything down that happened around her! :)

Roxie, I’m love her. That’s also a clever way to trick your dm into giving you stuff like “but Valtyra would’ve written it down!!!” Genius.

Probably my biggest oc backstory to deal with memory loss is Bartok, my drow wizard. He was weakly and frail but showed great intellectual promise and so was sent to a library in Menzoberranzan. Though that’s where his memory starts to get fuzzy and all he knows for sure is that his memory has been tampered with. Big chunks of time are missing, minor details are difficult to grasp on to. Bartok has no idea what he can or cannot trust from his own memory of that time other than when he “woke-up” from it, there was blood on his hands and the library on fire. He’d maybe take to writing down what he could remember except for now he kind of doesn’t want to.