I don't quite remember soooo, how'd you become the lemon queen?
this is a wildly-long-standing inside joke between myself and @dormatorymoss, and others who aren’t really on this platform anymore
many years ago, when we still RP’d in the TF2 fandom, my medic and his sniper led a healthy rivalry that slowly blossomed into romance (rivals to lovers trope, ayyyee).
There was a joke that surfaced that, because he was lacking in vitamins (he was a lanky, underfed thing), she would occasionally just fucking assault him with lemons because that’s how you get vitamin-deficient people to get better, right? Right.
One meme followed another, and we eventually came to be known as lemon king and queen in our rp-based circle of friends.
Hecate was variously associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, light, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery. She is wise and powerful, and is often associated with the home and household and blessing.
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alright alright alrrright here we go lets try codexes...
10. a description of your OC by someone who hates them (inq!mira)
“The Inquisitor is impossibly pretty, as many of the visiting nobility have remarked. It surely is the most widespread knowledge of our leader. He surely enjoys the attention his looks get. You can tell by the dress. His corsets keep him slender, his heels give him slightly more height, and if he isn’t covered head to toe in as much gold as he can possibly wear, how would anyone know of his recently acquired status and wealth. But beneath the beauty everyone is so enamored with, he is just young and foolish.
Early on, I had his ear. He had been smart to listen to all of our advice. But as his reach grew, his ego followed. I doubt even those he admits to his war room have much sway with him at this point. We can only hope for something, a small mistake. Something to halt his pride and open him back up to advice.”
-- Solas’s complaints, overheard
(:3c)
12. your OC overheard while drunk (dai rp verse)
“He’s not an uncommon sight at the Hearld’s Rest. But this was three or four drinks past his usual. Despite our crow seeming to have many friends among the us, no one was interested in helping him away from the drinks and back to his bunk.
He was past his limit and his tears wear apparent as he wiped them away with an unsteady hand. No one bothered to look his way when he spoke, more to the wine than anyone else.
‘It’s alright. It will be fine. It’s fine.’ He babbled on encouragement before another drink.
‘What am I saying? of course it’s not alright. He needs a home.’ Something in his Dalish dialect and then a pause. ‘I need a home. I can’t even provide a home. Gods, what even is a home?’ There was more of his Dalish and a push of his drink, letting it splatter onto the floor. And after, he simply left without another word.”
