ooooohhh ummm . kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy for tane & lann .......... AND/OR (<- ignoring you sorry) ... biting your lover's lip amidst a kiss. for jae & isolde ? <3
it's tane/lann time <3 (lanne? tann? lantan?) (kiss prompts)
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Tane used to think home is wherever she is, for a self-proclaimed hunter who never stayed in one place, never settled, always ready to run far, far away.
And then Irmangaleth takes her away into the depths of the arena, the Nahyndrian collar sapping away the last vestiges of her energy. Alone and isolated, just like she wanted ever since she stepped foot in the Abyss. The Nexus had provided no such opportunity with its cramped space and the Herald looming over her, disallowing damage (self-inflicted or not), and she misliked the way everyone fussed over her like she was some fragile little thing. Alone, in the bowels of Battlebliss, the collar feels like freedom.
She grits her teeth, staunchly refusing Zeklex’s offer of help. The seeds of freedom planted in the Fleshmarkets reminds her she has untapped strength, sourced from chaos and rage, from resentment that has taken root the moment she accepted the Knight Commander’s mantle on her shoulders. It wasn’t easy, facing off the reigning champion in the arena, and alone, she barely emerges victorious, not unscathed, yet secretly thankful for her sparring sessions with him aboveground. She misses it, truth be told.
In the few hours apart—six hours, twelve minutes, and thirty seconds, but who’s counting?—she misses a lot of things, she realises. Seelah’s forced guffaw at a sardonic joke, Daeran’s withering sneer in response (oh, but she knows of the warmth underneath), Woljif joining in with his ever-comedic timing, Arueshalae’s soft giggle (she genuinely thinks it’s funny), and, and, and,
Lann’s steady hand, his sharp wit, his dexterous and nimble arms—arms she runs towards like a loosed arrow, arms now wrapped around her, lifting her up as she collapses into him, her muscles bruised and fatigued. Later she might blame it on her adrenaline, that post-battle euphoria, heart hammering against ribs, but for now, she kisses him, unthinking and clumsy and probably ill-mannered (oh, Desna, everyone is staring at them, aren’t they?), melting into the steadfast bulwark of his body.
Nothing like she ever imagined: the way he kisses her back, breathing her in, the taste of reptilian scales and human skin, claws grasping at her nape, fingers digging in his biceps: a lifetime’s worth of yearning decanted from lungs to lungs. She emerges with a short gasp and buries herself in the crook of his neck. Maybe she’ll regret this later, the stray thought wanders, and the desire to flee rises, prickling beneath her skin, but she shrugs it off.
For the first time in a long time, she’s certain she won’t run away.
i think more than anything anade is an attentive leader - they're not always the best decision maker, not always the most commanding or tactical or forceful, but they take the position very seriously and to them that means attending to everyone's thoughts and opinions: they care about the things that matter to their people, and they are careful and meticulous about making sure everyone's needs are met to the best of their ability - and when they can't meet those needs they will work to compensate for that. they're my good little communicator:3
17. How’d Rook get those scars?
going after the rogue necromancer whose name I forgot in the backstory lol - as a (slightly impulsive) lightning mage, anade's first instinct when faced with attackers is always to start blasting, and in this case, it uhh. went wrong:)
47. What’s Rook’s temper like?
generally pretty chill! they're sensitive - tend to take things to heart and get their feelings hurt, and you can tell when they start getting bitchy that its happening - but they're not one to snap and say things they'll regret, and when they very rarely do they usually feel bad and apologise pretty quickly. if they think you're a huge dick tho they will say nasty shit and mean it:)
oh god i want All of them so bad ... umm. sorry women ? and/or. defender's heart
WIP folder game
i'll do sorry women! this is basically uhhhh the whole buildup to ajax killing alfira despite his best efforts to stave off the urge. also it's women plural because. well. karlach dies, and later that night alfira also dies. sorry women. (not the actual title, though)
here's a snippet (violence and gore warning, general dark urge stuff):
Her face changes with each thrust of his blade. Stab. A man with unkempt hair, his easy smile stretching until it rips his face in half. Stab. The scowl of an old man, his skin drying until he is merely a husk. Stab. Empty white eyes stare back at him, the blue of her pale skin swirling round and round. Stab. Her face doesn’t change. Stab. A derisive laugh echoes, first soft, then louder and louder as he brings down the blade again and again and again.
With a final thrust, he brings their brows together, twisting the blade with satisfaction. When he pulls away, it’s Wyll who stares back, his beautiful face still drawn in that same pathetic concern. The sight of him, on the verge of death, shoots a thrill right up his spine. As Wyll takes his last breath, Ajax leans in and inhales the oxygen from his lungs, slotting his lips over his, making sure not a single molecule escapes their mouths as he breathes in the remaining air out of him.
Ajax gasps awake, his hands covered with entrails, elbow-deep in gore. No, gods, did he…? The bloody sight jolts him, and his first instinct is to identify the body. Leathery blue skin, vibrant bardic garments, silky purple tresses, horns jutting out of her skull, her face twisted into a perpetual expression of terror. The tiefling’s name eludes him, so he decides on another: Not-Wyll. Uncanny relief engulfs him. With mechanical motions, he picks up Not-Wyll’s body, seeking to dispose of it as quickly as he can. Already, the first rays of the sun peek through the horizon.
As Ajax carries the body, careful not to spill her guts on the soil and make even more of a mess, he recalls what he can. He remembers her voice, in sickeningly sweet singsong: “Perhaps I could catch a rabbit in a snare for breakfast!” Then, the shrill scream—oh, he can hear it so vividly—then, the ecstasy washing over him as he brought down the dagger repeatedly, blood gushing from the wounds, splattering all over his face. The way the knife smoothly carved into her stomach, the intestines peeking through: a most delicious sight. He shudders, laying down Not-Wyll onto the sandy beach. He hates it—every moment he remembers of it; he wants to purge all the thoughts and desires from his brain as much as he wants this wretched tadpole out of his head. Yet, he feels at peace having sated the urge. The horrible headache had dissipated, leaving his mind clearer than it has ever been since waking up in the Nautiloid. Still the loss of memory, but no longer consumed by his thoughts. What utterly terrible bliss!
All he needed is to spill blood. Not the wild slaughter in battle, but deliberate, beautiful murder.
The River Chionthar stretches before him, rushing into the open sea. He poises, leaning back to toss Not-Wyll into the river, when—
“Is that who I think it is?”
He whips around to see the vampire leaning on a tree.
kasimir is biig on discipline: his coping mechanism is, primarily, ruthless efficiency. anything that stresses him out gets stamped out as fast as possible, and the things that can't be stamped out get compartmentalised and picked apart until he can handle it. he's very big on prayer, which serves a similar function for him to meditation - it's soothing, calming, helps keep him centred and balanced and focused. he's also big on physical exertion, when you can't make your mind shut up: weapons training, exercise, sex, anything like that. he's not a big drinker or anything, no physical vices like that (too much loss of control) and he isn't prone to self destruction (too proud) so it comes down to managing himself and his feelings.
tiavyn also prays a fair bit, but for them it doesn't Help their mood. fighting is something that really focuses them, but it's a fine line; the bloodlust getting the better of them doesn't do anything for their mental health in the long run, and their guilt and horror is bad enough already. they don't really have coping mechanisms for it, beyond repressing everything and just continuing to move forwards; later in the relationship, they'll seek out wyll and look for active time with him, giving themself something to focus on and think about other than their own troubles, but...yea. no coping mechanisms that Work<3
🍓 - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?
both of them lmfao...tia lives in a world where gods concretely do exist and they were created by one, for a purpose they no longer serve; they were previously an extremely devout worshipper of bhaal, to the extent of hatching the whole absolute plan. After waking up on the nautiloid, they spend a lot of time praying to anyone who might be listening, and getting no answer; after finding out about their heritage, they largely swear off gods, and the whole business. who needs them anyway</3
kasimir is very very religious! he sincerely believes for a long time that he's chosen by andraste, and even after adamant, and haven, where his self belief takes a real beating, he retains that faith - it takes on a new shape, for sure, and it definitely becomes....colder, and more cynical, but he does hold onto it.
MWAH. OKAY. How would falyn spend the last night of her life? ANDDD if tia could change their ancestry and choose to live another life, would they? What path would they take? AND. What keeps raz up at night?Â
or swap em around if u want mwah mwah
MWAH love youuu!!
FALYN
i think. depending on how she was gonna die and how she knew it was happening....she'd want to be outside. probably on her own- says her goodbyes, in her usual awkward stilted way, the day before, and then just vanishes into the woods. she wouldn't want anyone to see her die, especially not astarion. maybe she'd go hunting, maybe she'd just walk into the woods and keep going until she couldn't any more. either way, she's doing it as quiet and normal as she can. no funeral, no burial; let the hyenas have her.
TIAVYN
ohhhh....I think they'd be tempted. like, so, so tempted. I think, in the end, by the epilogue, they'd choose not to - they've been through so much and they have finally learned some kind of peace, and if nothing else there's a sense that this is a life they've fought and bled for, and it's theirs; still, they'd think pretty hard about it. there are a lot of points through act 1 and 2 where they'd do it in a heartbeat, too.
RAZAKH
he has nightmares + chronic pain lol so. there's that. there's also conflict about what he's doing, that sense that there's something else he should be doing, that things don't quite fit - he spends a lot of time going around in circles about what that could be, about the memories he's missing and concerns about how he came to be here, and to be the way he is.
falyn cooks, clem cleans, astarion drinks wine and heckles; clemfalyn have exactly the same taste in chores (do NOT want to fold the laundry) but clemmy's martyr complex means that they end up picking up the slack
🤍 What is their favorite or most admired quality in the other?
if asked, falyn would say clem's sense of humour: in reality, they're probably the first person in the world she actually trusts and relies on, and as someone who's spent most of her life alone and entirely self-reliant that's more important to her than she'll ever be able to actually express:3
for clem, falyn is a grounding influence; she's the pragmatic side of the relationship, and a non-emotional counterpoint to the higher-strung partners who love an emotional spiral<3
also they both think the other guy is the coolest guy in the room
ooooh fear & heartbreak for ummmm fathom & tia? :33 as in. both for both <- showing restraint
What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
tia: they aren't actively trying to hide it, but their communication skills are lacking, and their own emotional self-awareness isn't great; they struggle a lot to differentiate between fear and anger and what that means, and pre-resurrection they tend to put any strong emotion down to the bhaalspawn thing, which means it's probably bad and needs to be severely repressed.
but they are very very scared, all the time - scared of themself, of their god, of what might happen and what has happened and what could have happened. I think their greatest fear (and the thing that would bring them the most relief) is giving in to bhaal and becoming what they used to be. they're also terrified that wyll might find out more about their old self (and tbh that they might) and it'll be too much and he'll deem them unforgivable and leave them. and they definitely think that's what they'd deserve:/
fathom: he lies and obfuscates, all the time. scared?? nah:) nothing to be scared of here! definitely not scared all the time forever:) he is having a fine normal day and nothing is bothering him:)
in reality, he's kind of always a bit scared. being a guy who is simply not equipped to be an adventurer, who has found himself somehow in charge of this group of heavily armed maniacs several of whom would cut his throat for a corn chip, is not a restful situation. he is taking his guitar into fights. what the fuck is that. what is he supposed to DO!
his biggest fear is captivity, being trapped, but there's also the more general fears of pain and injury and death. also, he's shit-scared of spiders.
Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
tia: not that they can remember lol. I think the closest thing to heartbreak in their memory is after they broke their oath - they'd spent so much time, up till then, desperately trying to make some kind of connection with a god, trying to figure out who was looking out for them, who had accepted their oath, who might be granting their powers, and they'd been looking to gods who weren't paying attention for that reciprocation. when their oath broke, I think that shattered their sense of hope - after spending so long begging for something and to receive nothing, only to be punished for trying to do something right: that broke their heart.
ofc they don't find out till later that their oath was never what they thought it was:)
fathom: yes. I haven't nailed down the details of his backstory yet but I think that his being on the run from menzoberranzan is related to a Relationship Gone Wrong. and I think it was definitely at least partly his own fault<3
