#cyrefinns

[library-seraph]

for last oc ask meme--sean hawke+merrill?i lov her romance too and theyre Cute

THEYRE SUCH FUCKING NERDS OK

like they meet and Sean just immediately goes “oh, shit, she’s cute” bc again, zie’s a nerd. Sean is a genuinely cheerful person (which manages to be preserved all through da2) and they tend to gravitate to people who are similar (sorry about your life and friends Sean) so like. Merrill is confused but generally excited about Kirkwall, and Sean still doesn;t understand kirkwll. they go on long walks together and end up having to fight off carta smugglers.

ANother important thing is the way they treat each other’s intelligence. Merrill is used to derision on some level from her clan, but Sean actually acts like she knows what she;s talking about. Similarly, Sean has a lot of insecirities about hir learning/developmental disabilities so they like being around someone who a) has a lot of the same issues and b) doesn;t seem to care when zie does something ”stupid”. basically, never really knowing what’s going on gets easier when someone else doesn;t know what’s going on ever either

also merril is smol and sean is tol and gangly and bony and folds up like a lawnchari to be held at night

[paradife-loft]

44 + finrod and curufin?

44. If you really loved me, there wouldn’t be a choice.

(setting is roughly the day before the ill-fated quest declaration and Nargothrond citizenry bewitching)

“You are so often eager to remove the possibility of choice from your understanding of the world,” Finrod murmured. His voice was calm, without malice, and his gaze did not flinch toward Curufin as he said it, or even away from the trunks full of clothing he now sorted through at all. It was always how he acted, before he was made to speak with some honesty; pretending at detachment, understanding, unflappability and limitless benevolence for his people - but there were none of them here now. Yet he would persist. Curufin often though at moments like this, at this moment, that he hated him.

“And I think you have spent too much time with those Atani, if you begin to adopt such notions,” Curufin replied, letting coldness and distaste show through. “We are constrained by our pasts. Pretending to choose from among equal paths, while ignoring our obligations, is to ignore our nature.”

Ah, now he looked up at him. Not that it was entirely a change for the better - Finrod’s gaze held something of pity, and still that implacable resignedness. “Is this a sudden touch of piety, Curufinwe?” he said, wryness flickering across his mouth before melting back into his otherwise somber composure.

“Don’t be insufferable,” said Curufin testily, as irritation itched under his skin. He took a corner of fabric from one of the robes his cousin had discarded across the lounge sofa, running his fingers across the fine cloth, studying the impressions expertly woven in subtle shades of towering trees and rocky riverbanks. Everything beautiful, he’d likewise cast aside as unsuited; the pile he had assembled now was plain, less pleasing than even war-gear, its lone concession to craftsmanship its powers of camouflage and concealment. Even in this, Finrod abandoned his foundations. Let alone his kingdom, his kin who had provided him much…

What a ruin it made of him. The robes he wore now were light and few, suitable for his private chambers and Curufin would once have appreciated the intimacy it implied; but now the lack of courtly garb only made him look diminished. All for the sake of that damned grasping Man.

“Your thoughts are unbecomingly loud, cousin,” Finrod commented, after a time of folding a few tunics and pairs of breeches back in order. His hand lingered on one of the tunics as he placed it back in the trunk. “And if my current conversation is insufferable, how would you prefer I behaved, hm?”

“You might start by not mocking my family.”

“How sensitive you always are,” was all he replied with, like a musing to chide a child. “I so rarely mean any insult you take against them.”

Curufin’s lips thinned, even as a subdued fury seemed to thicken his blood in his limbs, body singing in time with spirit rather than the one counterbalancing the other. “And what of the insult you make in your entire current purpose?”

Finrod only shook his head. “I understand you think it such, Curufinwe, but this is about my commitments, not yours. And it is my choice to uphold them. I needn’t assuage my conscience by claiming otherwise.”

“If that is how you feel, perhaps it is because you have none,” Curufin replied sharply. Something cold burned in his chest. He hadn’t given his skills and passions to the realm of another for this to be what came of it.

And then Finrod stopped the packing away of his clothes, still for a moment, and then rose. “I am not going to entertain you here if all you wish is speak to me unkindly.” His voice was quiet, but firm - he met Curufin’s eyes with the same quality; Curufin held that gaze with his own refusal to budge.

“Oh? And you call your own words to me something different?”

He didn’t speak, though - did his eyes become less present, more pensive? - but he reached out to pull the set-aside robe from Curufin’s hands, presumably to fold with its fellows. And Curufin, before he even registered the intent himself, interrupted with one of those now-empty hands closing over Finrod’s wrist. It peeked bare from the sleeve of his robe, skin warm under Curufin’s palm.

Their eyes met again.

“You are truly impossible, cousin,” Finrod said, shaking his head slightly, but there was no anger in it. Or perhaps it was simply buried; it was hard to tell, his mind feeling still too sharp and too narrow to discern as he desired. “Though, perhaps my comment on your presence was… over-hasty.”

Curufin did not know whether to doubt his ears or his thoughts, to hear a fragmentary perception of wistfulness in Finrod’s voice at the last. He did not doubt the truth of catching the brief glance he stole down to where Curufin’s hand remained circled about his wrist, though.

After a few moments passed, slowly with hesitation, his eyes still on Finrod’s face, Curufin let his wrist go. The warmth still haunted his palm.

[thalassarche]

These are all great associations. Even if it seems obvious to associate me with albatrosses, I still treasure the association. I love more sea birds than just albatrosses, like fairy terns and tropicbirds, so that’s a great one too. “The coolest rocks” is a great thought, because my grandfather was a rock hound who collected agates and I have fond memories of looking at his collection. And I’m honored to be associated with such comforting things as soft breezes, sunlight rippling on a lake, and cats.  Thanks for indulging me.

[library-seraph]

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😇 If your special interest is a video game/movie/tv show/etc, who’s your fav character from it?I think you can guess (anders. it’s anders)

🐒 What’s your favorite line from your special interest if it’s a video game/movie/tv show/etc?“Just think about the life you’ll have, together after the war”

🍭 What’s a headcanon/theory you have about your special interest?Undyne the Undying is the result of channeling all souls in the underground, sort of like God of Hyperdeath Asriel

💖 Current special interest? well i mentioned undertale, steven universe, and dragon age in this, but there’s also birds, cats, and asoiaf

💫 Favorite fact about your special interest?that asoiaf was inspired by the fact GRRM’s miniature pet turtles kept fighting and he invited political dramas for them

[library-seraph]

4, 6, 15, 19 for varia and rynnah?

What season reflects their personality best?

given the general aesthetic of varia, this might seem like a weird answer, but summer, esp scorching hot but extremely clear summer days.

Rynnah is more late summer/early fall

6. What’s their alignment? (chaotic good, neutral evil, etc.)

honestly varia is confusing bc she is genuinely good but she’s primarily self-motivated so i guess neutral good, if only bc she picked and chooses which laws she cares abt based on personal benefit

rynnah is probably considered chaotic good or chaotic neutral by most humans but she’d be considered lawful good by dalish standards and that’s how she thinks of herself

15. Are they very fashion-conscious or more practical?

varia is fashion conscious, even if her sense of fashion doesnt dovetasil with any mainstream sense of fashion. she likes getting to indulge in pretty much anything she thinks she’s been denied

Rynnah is much more practical: she looks for wearability, comfort, and easy repairability in her clothes, out of necessity

19. Do they have any scars? What are they from?

rynnah has just generic small scars from hard living, esp on her hands and feet, as well as a faint, straight, scar across her forehead where she was hit by a templar as a child

Varia is heavily scarred. she has scars esp on her face, hands, and knees where her skin broke and healed poorly due to childhood malnutrition, and flogging scars on her  back from the circle, as well as a obviously broken nose where she was punched by a templar.

[bravemercutio]

@cyrefinns, it won't let me post ur ask for some reason???? Which is weird but anyway THANK YOU VERY MUCH