#perahn

[loquaciousquark]

[bettydice]

happy birthday @perahn!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ I painted Queen Mab and King Pfeff for you, because they’re perfect! love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[codenamecynic]

Haaaaaappy Biiiirthdayyyyyy @perahn!

Keeping in the theme of this year, have a Khem-leficent and her minions polymorphed friends in coloring book style, judging the hell out of something (as they do).

Good help is so hard to find.

[wizardysseus]

Let's do the extremes: 1 and 100

spotify wrapped 2020, #1: “august (acoustic)” by flipturn

#100: “sun” by sleeping at last

both of these are kind of surprising! i knew i had listened to “august” a lot, but not that much (i have never heard anything else by that band, and didn’t even like the non-acoustic version! but i must obey the exhortations of my soul evidently) and i didn’t realize i’d listened to “sun” hardly at all. “sun” was 2013-2014 me

[casaviroftyr]

A grey figure presents Casavir with a nicely-wrapped box, from which the tantalising smell of freshly baked biscuits rises. The figure winks at Drack, who knows exactly what those biscuits look like...

Drack gave a manic grin of pure delight, cackling indulgently. “Oh,” they sighed through breaths between impish tittering while wiping away mirthful tears, “well played, you glorious fucker, you. Well played.”

Casavir observed this reaction from the Drackomancer and fearfully regarded the nicely wrapped box.

“Go on,” urged Drack, the present grin taking on a wry twist. “Do open it, darling.”

The paladin sent a prayer to Tyr for strength and guidance before tidily opening the neat little pleasantly fragrant package. He removed the lid and beheld phallic-shaped cookies with a deadpan stare.

Casavir looked up and frowned at Drack. “I do not understand,” he asserted plainly, “any of this.”

Drack threw their head back with laughter of rapturous revelry. “Ah - yeah. Ask Sand about those. Oh, the stories he could tell...”

[jahaliel]

ummm... 11, 20, 32, 37, 38 and 39

alright, here we go:11. Something you’d give anything to hear live?

Nemo or Amaranth by Nightwish(something i would have given anything to hear live and then did: Lost in Paradise by Evanescence)

20. A song you’re dying to master all the words to

I’m pretty good with memorising words XD  I’d love to be able to do Not Getting Married Today from Company because that’s an amazing patter song.

32. A song whose lyrics shocked you once you were old enough to understand them?Santa Baby and/or Baby It’s Cold Outside XD

37. Song you’re ashamed to have in your music library

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

38. What were you too ashamed to mention in 37

It’s My Life/Confessions - Glee Vol 1.

39. Most played song in your music library

The entirety of the Cat Empire discography because I’ll just drop that folder into VLC and press play.  Highlights of said discography include:MiserereSteal the LightBataclanReady NowNo Longer There

[bagog]

Something for Charr and Ereba? Maybe Ereba telling their daughter about her father?

Oh man, you got it! In the mood for writing kids, already.

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“Oh sweetheart, I just don’t know!”

“But you said thatI get to pick where I wanted to gofor vacation!” The little girl stomped her floor, the purple freckles on herface getting lost in the wrinkles when she scrunched her face up in a fullpout.

Ereba buried her face in her hands and sat on the couch witha sigh.

“I did say that, didn’t I?” She sat, elbow to knee with herchin balanced on the palm of her hand, and regarded her daughter with a frown. “Ithought you’d want to go to Niagara Falls or something! With how much Tracy andKeshyk were talking about it… I didn’t think ‘off world’ was even going to besomething we were considering.”

“We can go to Ni’gra Falls any time,” Rosey dismissed thenotion with an exaggerated wave of her arm. “You said that next time you got a bonus at work we’d go someplace special! Especially after we went to theMojave desert last time you got to pick!”

It wasn’t as if Ereba couldn’t afford it. With the Citadel orbitingEarth and the increased alien presence in London as a result, it hadn’t takenmuch for her to get a job at a tourist shop in Singapore, then a transfer tothe Asari consulate in London. And she hadtold little rosey she could pick where every she wanted to go… should’veknown when the calculating little scamp had said ‘You mean it? Anywhere?’

“Rosey, if you didn’t like the desert, you’re not going tolike Tuchanka.”

“I don’t care, I want to go to Tuchanka.”

Ereba sighed and gave her daughter one last stern glare,just to drive her feelings home.

“Fine. Fine, I’ll… make some calls and we’ll go next month,okay?”

“Yay!” Rosey immediately snapped out of her pout and bouncedaround the room. Ereba couldn’t help smiling watching her skip around, plopfrom the sofa to the easy chair in one giant leap. She always knew she couldn’tkeep away from Tuchanka forever, but she figured her daughter would be a littleolder before she really got curious. Ereba figured that she herself would bemore ready in a year or ten. Rose was still young, all her friends were humanboys and girls, turians, salarians. She hadn’t figured out yet that asarineeded longer to grieve…

“Hey now, sweetheart,” Ereba touched at the tear welling upin the corner of one eye, but tried to laugh. “Don’t get too excited, it’sstill a month out.”

“I’m going to tell everyone at school that I’m going to visit my dad’s homeworld!”She stood precariously on the back of the easy chair, arms akimbo, like she wasstanding on top of the world. “Stacy is going to freak out: she says that I getmy temper from dad, but I told her that’s not how it works, but I don’t knowhow it works, so maybe she’s right. But she thinks if I go to Tuchanka, I’mgoing to come back a real krogan!” She leapt from the back of the chair.

“You don’t get your temper from your dad,” Ereba rolled hereyes, which only made a tear trickle down her cheek. “You get your temper from me.”

Rosey stopped mid-scury and stared, little eyes wide. Thatlook, that wide-eyed, hungry-for-life look. That she had gotten from herfather. And, not for the first time, Ereba swallowed a sigh as she consideredhow little she’d told her daughter about Charr.

“Your dad didn’t have a ‘krogan temper,’ he was a great bigsweetheart. Just like you.” Ereba shook her head. She had let Rosey stomp androar all these years because it made her feel close to her father. Almost allRosey’s friends had lost their mom or dad ‘in the war’ just like she had, andall of them had heard plenty of stories. But Rose had had to go on stereotypesfor so long. It had been easier than telling her about the poetry and thesecret dates and the obscenely long trip out to Kergul Plateau because it wasthe only place on Tuchanka to see a ‘real sunrise’…

She’d been mourning Charr for longer than she’d known him. Ifasari were supposed to need longer to grieve, how was Ereba supposed to explainthat asari also don’t fall desperately in love after just a year and a half?

She held out her arms, and little blue Rose walked into herembrace like she was in a trance. Ereba hoisted her up onto her lap.

“Your father,” she cleared her throat, “Was a poet. And he was a warrior. He had morepatience than anyone I’d ever met. It used to make me so mad at him.”

“Why… did it make you mad?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Ereba smoothed one of her daughter’scrumpled sleeves. “It’s hard to understand right now, but as old as your momseems, when I met your dad we were both… very young. Just like it’s hard foryou to wait so long when I’m running late at work? Well, sometimes it was likethat for me. Your dad taught me a lot of patience. The only thing he was in arush for?” She bounced Rose on her knee. “Was meeting you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Your dad wanted to settle down, and he wanted todo it now. He couldn’t wait to meetthe beautiful baby girl he’d been seeing in his dreams.” Someday she would showRose all the poems her father had written to her in those last days on Tuchankabefore the Reapers and Charr’s deployment. But today, goddess help her, Rosewould have to make do with Ereba’s feeble attempts.

“He would’ve wanted me… to live on Tuchanka, right?” Roseylooked like she might be about to cry. “He would’ve wanted me to be a krogan.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Ereba tried to smile. “Yourfather and I made a beautiful home on Tuchanka we had to abandon right beforethe war. Charr—your dad—loved Tuchanka. But he was special. I met him on my homeworld, Illium. Your dad waspeculiar for a krogan. He’d been to more planets than he’d killed mercs—errrm,I mean… than… fights… he’d been in.Anyway…” Ereba bit her lip. “What I’m trying to say is that he was like you: heloved to see the universe. And the further he traveled, the more it made himappreciate his home.”

“Why didn’t he… want to have a krogan baby, then?” Roseyasked, wide-eyed. Ereba almost couldn’t contain her gasp. It wasn’t the firsttime her daughter had surprised her with a question that cut straight to herheart like this, but she would never be ready for the way it disarmed her.

“Because he loved me even more,” Ereba said, another warmtear trickling down her cheek. “He wanted to show me his home. He wanted us tohave a baby—to have you. That’s why.”

Rosey didn’t understand, and she wouldn’t for a littlewhile. But it was no reason not to tell her. To try to explain. Some day shewould get it—maybe when she read her father’s poetry, or suddenly realized thereason why Ereba had visited all those Earth deserts when Rose was a girl, ormaybe it would take falling in love herself.

“Momma,” Rose hugged Ereba’s chest. “…we don’t have to go toTuchanka, if you don’t want to.”

“You sweetheart,” Ereba smiled, hugged her daughter tight. “Iwant to. I want to take you there. I really do.”

[faejilly]

@carverly replied to your link “Runt of the Litter”

I legit just bought this lmao I'll let you know if it's worth it if you like?

ah! That would be great! The free intro is shorter than usual, so it’s hard tot ell if it’s got decent character relationships. Thanks. 

@perahn replied to your link “Jade Empire: Special Edition”

I've tried, but I can never get the hang of that particular fighting/rhythm gameplay.

aw, that’s too bad. I’m pretty sure it’s the only one I replay because I find the rhythm/button mashing way more entertaining than any of their usual fighting styles. But if you’re actually sort of tactically minded, I could see the problem. :D