#riessene

[felassan]

What about you? Do you have a companion you plan to romance first?:3

hello! ◕‿◕ ohh thanku for asking!! for this, personally I'm stuck between Davrin, Bellara, Lucanis, Neve and Taash.. 😳 we're so spoiled for choice with the roster of this game!! how about you? ^^

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[timethehobo]

Do you have any ideas on what Rook you're going to be playing? Class, lineage, faction, appearance? I love your Emmrich art so much<3

No clue yet! I’m half hoping they’ll release the character creator earlier so we can fiddle with it. I usually only get a sense of what clicks when I try it out. 🤔 And thank you! I’m glad folks have been enjoying the Emmrichs.

[sysba]

(i don't know how to tumblr in the cool way and i am not gonna waste a minute posting this because impulse control is overrated and babygirlies should be celebrated in the cringest ways<3) @riessene most beloved blessed me with this commission of Flavio from @pdrrook's Perfumare... he's my best friend, he's my pal, he's my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy etc etc in conclusion, i love him 🧍

[nyehilismwriting]

[ PLAY ] for one muse to play with / brush / braid the other’s hair for Nashley mine beloved<3

The sun’s already set by the time you get home, night rolling over the sun-warmed air of the city streets. You breathe a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you, the front door swinging closed to leave you in darkness. It’s quiet; empty-quiet, absence-quiet, nothing in the house but you and the dark.

And the sound of soft breathing, somewhere in the living room.

You find them on the sofa, head pillowed on their arm, legs sprawled out over the cushions. A cup of coffee sits, half-drunk, on the table, and the bandages that poke out over their shirt are ghostly pale against their skin. You stare down at them for a moment, debating whether to wake them. Pick up the cup and take a sip of the coffee as you try to make up your mind. It’s stone-cold, and you grimace slightly at the bitterness of it.

That settles it.

You head to your bedroom, drag the blanket off the bed - all in the dark, keeping as quiet as you’re able as you stumble blindly back towards the living room. Nash doesn’t stir as you tuck them in, feeling only slightly ridiculous - there’s no-one to see you doing this, except they’re going to know as soon as they wake up, and that’s-

Well.

You scowl at them. If they could just go to bed like a normal person, rather than insisting they’re fine…

A strand of hair flops across their face, stirring gently as they breathe, and you can’t help yourself. You reach out, brush your fingers as delicately as you can across their cheek. Push it back, taking a moment to enjoy the softness of their skin under your hand. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being allowed, of permission, the novelty of it all still doing something to your chest that feels more than a little like a knife in the ribs, a feeling you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to.

Not sure you want to.

Your fingers find their way into their hair, gently combing through soft black strands, keeping your touch as light as you know how. For a long moment, there’s silence - nothing but the soft sound of their breathing, the gentle rustle of fabric. Then their face twitches as they wake up, tensing, fighting the blanket as they instinctively raise their hands. You pull back, still hovering over them as their eyes open, focus blearily on you.

“What are you doing?”

Their voice is rough, sleep and pain dropping their usual rasp into something even lower, softer. More intimate.

You fight back a shiver, and lightly bop them on the nose. “Assassinating you in your sleep. Obviously.”

“Oh.” They frown. Shut their eyes, and huddle deeper into the blanket, pulling it up around their chin. Your blanket. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t feel… nice. “Do it quieter.”

“Yessir.” You can’t help it. Don’t have to, not any more. You lean in, and kiss them gently on the temple, smoothing a hand over their hair. “Do you wanna be in a bed?”

“No.”

“Want me to carry you?”

“No.”

“Want me to stop?”

They’re already asleep, voice barely audible as they mumble something into the blankets. You grin, and carefully pull the blanket further up, tucking it gently around their bandaged shoulder. Let your fingers drift over the soft skin of their throat, feeling the raised texture of scars and tendons there, the soft flutter of their pulse.

It’s far from perfect, but as they tip their head, baring their throat to your touch, you can convince yourself otherwise.

[northern-passage]

Well, now we must know which sports do the ROs play or would play if they had the chance?👀

hehehe...

Lea: archery. they already tend towards archery more as a sport than as a weapon, and they're actually a really good archer. i could see them doing horseback archery competitions.

Merry: she would only play a team sport, and i swear i once talked about her being on a rowing team as a joke so... rowing & rugby (and she would be a team captain)

Noel: rugby!! i could also see xem doing wrestling/fighting, or competitive lifting; xe would like the comradery of team sports but xe is really strong and would be a pro lifter. and would definitely love to do a few triathlons, too

Clementine: i guess technically competitive dance, but that doesn't really exist in this world the way it does ours; dance is more considered an art form and while they would have events where multiple people danced it wouldn't really be a competition but more of a showcase (tho the rich people watching would definitely judge them). so, besides that, i would have to say swimmer. it's something that was already a part of their dance training under their patron and they really enjoyed it (and they miss it....)

[milfjormag]

👖 What type of clothing does your OC generally wear? Why? Do they have any “signature” accessories? For miss Eurydike?😳

typical sylvari slutness fashion, with the occasional shawl for funsies (and identity hiding when she gets recognized)

as for an accessory does a sickle count. not as a weapon she just likes to garden 💐

[kissingagrumpygiant]

c3 Liam slander???? Orym is my sweet little man and yall stick havers gonna be crying and yelling about him in year i guarantee

Hes just a lil guy but hes MY lil guy. Look at him standing there being sweet. And in my heart, I know he has an ass, and is that not enough in this economy

[kuuhaiyu]

Ever since i read your comic Kaeya's voice has been blasting in my head full volume when the map shows Luhua Pool. ALIVE BITCHES???

every time i get to luhua pool i just say “luhua pool enjoyer” to myself its a bit of a problem tbh. glad to pass this disease onto you