Finally properly reading the backstory blurbs, I wonder how many Antivan Crow Rooks are going to straight-up resent Lucanis for something he, as a person, actually had nothing to do with.
I wonder how many of those resentful Crows are going to end up in a weird, slightly- to moderately toxic romance with him.
I wonder how much irrational anger and how many covert, but no less sharp jabs between his ribs I can get away with before even I'm like "oh yeah, these two just straight up hate each other, don't they".
(I'm already spinning Coris' story to have Lucanis represent to her all that she resents, like he's just all the people responsible for her current situation condensed into a single person- thinking about it potentially taking until his personal quest, and most likely seeing that he too has been his grandmother's victim to see the thread of commonality between them)
anyway this is her theme song so far and that "the apple doesn't stray" in there is potentially a great thing to spit into Lucanis' face (or as close to his face as a dwarf can get. maybe she'll get a stepladder. stand on a table to tower over him. something.)
I kind of have my fingers crossed for the potential for a dynamic where either a.) they both give as good as they get and find the fun in it, OR b.) she can just fucking hate his GUTS for most of the game, absolutely seething, while he's just "well she's a bit rough around the edges, but idk, she's funny, i think she might like me 🙂"
I finally got new residents! Dwarf gold barbs, peppered corys, and chopstick snails. The barbs keep trying to school with the corys, which is kind of funny to watch. I actually got the chopstick snails last week, and I hardly see them 😅
My amano shrimp are less than impressed by the new fish because they’re all a bit clumsy and keep accidentally bumping into the shrimp.
Honestly making Cailen romance Varric is funny to me because he’s inevitably met Bianca through the course of Inquisition.
And meeting her gave him some very quick second thoughts about pursuing Varric, like he saw himself being potentially set up for heartache later. And certainly not through anything Bianca does, but he sees how Varric is when it comes to her and Cailen gets to sit there in that knowledge of, oh. Varric is definitely not over that relationship.
In the end, it’s Varric who pursues Cailen, through a series of self reflection, but that’s the biggest factor, is that Varric had to take that first step.
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This 10gal has been sitting beside my bed empty for months now. So I just randomly set it up today. I'm not 100% on what I'm going to put in here. I was thinking maybe Celestial Pearl Danios or maybe Emerald Dwarf Rasboras. Another betta is also tempting. I would also like some pygmy corys. I would do cherry shrimp, but my water isn't suitable for them, unfortunately. I'm curious, what would you put in here?
Ok so I wasn’t sure if you wanted dwarf sunflower (how many ways do I have to confess for you to believe me?) or tall sunflower (I’d never ask for your help, but…) so I went with the second one because angst is my friend 🔥🔥🔥
Flower Prompt Game!
Also using this for my Vampire square in @monsterfucktoberbingo
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There’s a storm raging outside. The kind that rattles windows and uproots trees from their very foundations. It’s the kind of storm no sane man would ever attempt to brave on level ground, let alone on the steep climb to the lone cliffside cottage overlooking the sea.
Which is why when Hob Gadling hears a furious knock on his door, he grabs the holy water and his pistol loaded with silver bullets before he walks to answer.
“For fuck’s sake Hobsie, I’m not here to eat you,” Cori glowers at him when Hob opens the door. Hob thinks the vampire would look a lot more menacing if he weren’t so soaked. As it was, he just looked like a drowned rat. An unfairly attractive, still stunningly gorgeous drowned rat. Hob wants to slam the door in the blond’s face just for that.
“Corinthian,” Hob growls, positioning his body directly in the doorway to block the other from coming in. Not that it mattered. Hob had rescinded his invitation to his home when Cori had walked out on him—on them—almost twenty years ago.
“I need your help,” Cori says before Hob can ask any further questions. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Hob notices the blond is not alone. Draped along his shoulders is a second figure clad all in black, with a familiar shock of black hair.
“Is that—?” Hob gasps, dread starting to pool deep in his gut.
“You know that I’d never ask for your help with something like this unless it was dire,” Cori answers solemnly. “He's lost too much blood. I couldn’t—he’s—there was nowhere else to go.”
Well fuck.
“Come in then,” Hob says, stepping aside and hoping he’s not going to regret whatever’s about to happen tonight. “Both of you.”
Cori flies past him in a superhuman blur, dripping water all over the entryway and down the hall to Hob’s living room. Hob sighs deeply and shuts the door, bracing himself against the frame for a few moments. So much for a quiet night in with a book.
When he eventually makes his way to the living room, he finds Cori nervously hovering over Dream, who is sprawled out and unconscious on the couch. Hob feels a flash of deja vu as he remembers the last time he had the sire and fledgling pair in his house. Back then their roles had been reversed though, Cori had been the injured one sitting on the couch and Dream had been furious instead of worried. It had been one of the defining moments in his relationship with the blond. And not for the better.
“What the hell happened to him?” Hob asks, rolling up his sleeve and bracing himself for what he needs to do. Dream’s even paler than normal, and there’s burns on his skin that could’ve only come from being bound in silver chains.
“Hunter,” Cori growls, anger clear in his voice. “Seemed to think Dream could bring his dead son back to life despite the bastard being in the ground for almost a year. Took me almost six days to find him.”
Hob clicks his tongue and doesn’t ask if it really took Cori six days to find Dream, or if it took him six days to even notice Dream was missing. Dream had always had a habit of running off on his own, and it led to a lot of abandonment issues that Hob had tried his best to address, but it was hard to be objective when your oldest friend was also your lover’s maker. Former lover, Hob had to remind himself. Cori had given up on them the last time Hob had found himself involved in one of their sire/fledgling spats.
“Anyone I need to be avoiding, then?” Hob asks, trying to shake himself of his melancholy thoughts. He kneels down next to Dream and holds his wrist over the vampire’s mouth. He looks over at Cori, the request clear. The vampire nods and kneels next to Hob, before running his nail across Hob's wrist in a clean line. Hob hisses under his breath at the initial pain, but it eventually subsides as his blood begins to drip onto Dream’s lips.
“Not anymore,” Cori says, after a few moments of quiet. “I made sure to kill Roderick Burgess and all his stupid followers on the way out when I got Dream.”
Ah, the Order of Mysteries then. That made sense. Hob had spent the better part of the century trying to avoid them as well. There was certainly no shortage of men looking to cheat death and that little cult was one of them. It didn’t surprise Hob that they would think of using vampire blood to resurrect the dead. Hob himself had been chasing immortality centuries ago before he’d had the good fortune to rescue the lady Death herself by accident. He’s one of the only immortals he knows that didn’t have to sacrifice some great thing or commit an unforgivable act to be able to live forever.
Which of course made him the ideal candidate for an emergency like this one. Dream and Cori have fed from him before in small amounts, but this was going to require so much more than he’d ever given before.
“You’re lucky I’ve been eating quite heartily these last few weeks,” Hob says as he flexes his wrist to drip more blood onto Dream’s still unconscious body.
Come on, mate, he silently pleads. Don’t leave us just yet.
As if hearing him from beyond the veil, Dream’s eyes snap open and in moments his mouth is affixed to the open wound, inhaling the blood as if he’d never had it before.
“There you are, my friend,” Hob murmurs reassuringly. “Old Hobsie’s got you, take everything you need.”
Dream’s striking blue eyes meet his only for a moment, and then snap shut once more as the vampire devotes the rest of his energy to feeding on Hob.
Hob doesn’t know how long Dream drinks for, but it’s long enough that he eventually begins to feel woozy, and he’s on the verge of passing out right on top of Dream when Cori yanks his wrist away from his sire’s mouth.
Hob can barely make out the sounds of an argument, which means that Dream’s regained consciousness. That's good, at least. But before his brain can begin to try decipher what exactly is being said above his head, Hob finds himself lifted up and carried to his bedroom.
“You bloody idiot, you always give too much,” Cori grumbles as he tucks the immortal into bed.
“Still was never enough for you,” Hob mumbles sleepily, the filter on his brain completely gone now. He’s so tired now. He’s going to have a bloody headache in the morning and it’s going to be awful, and Cori is going to leave him again.
Under Her Skin Masterpost
First: Vicinius
Previous: Listening In
The party arrives at the Shrine of Dumat.
PC: So this is the shrine Corypheus his from Calpernia.
Party comments:
Blackwall: Let’s hope he doesn’t decide to visit while we’re inside.
Dorian: There are similar places in Tevinter. Notice how you feel it in the back of your mind. There’s power here—or was.
Cassandra: It is far, far too quiet.
Cole: This is a sad place, filled with old pain. People spoke here, and something listened, until it didn’t.
Vivienne: A shrine to one of the Old Gods. Few still exist.
Sera: Shrines are bad. Who here doesn’t know that?
Iron Bull: Seems deserted… but they always seem deserted.
*Demons spawn as they enter, appearing throughout the temple. Eventually, the PC finds a memory crystal.
Corypheus: Awake, in a world twisted into perversion and ruin. Awake, only to discover the light of wisdom has gone black. Samson has failed, but Calpernia stands ready.
Party comments:
Varric: Another memory crystal. We’ve found Corypheus’s diary.
Solas: More memory crystals. Let us hope Corypheus enjoys hearing himself speak.
Iron Bull: More crystals… and a bad guy who likes to talk to himself. This should be good.
Sera: Is that Cory-friggy? Who like their own voice enough to do this?
Vivienne: It seems Corypheus has been collecting his thoughts.
Cole: The stones trap the words, like a mind. He wanted someone to listen.
Cassandra: These are more memory crystals. Corypheus was recording his thoughts?
They continue through the shrine, continuing to find crystals.
Corypheus: I recited the old verses. How easily they come, even after so long a slumber. Yet I still do not feel the presence of Dumat—hear no whispers, no commands. Silence has fallen.
Corypheus: Calpernia prepares to set foot in the place where regret dwells, to bring it into the light. She cannot know what must be done, cannot understand. In time, she will forgive.
Corypheus: How does this age stand such desolation? They sing to a “Maker” who answers no prayers. Once I have ascended, I will be their answer. I will be their light.
Corypheus: A slave girl who burned with potential, ignored by all save myself. Her master did not see it. No one saw it. This world has gone craven and blind.
Corypheus: Did the others never return from the Black City? There s no record even of our names! We a re vilified by legend. They spit on our deeds and claim we brought darkness into the world. We discovered the darkness. We claimed it as out own, let it permeate our being. If the others have not returned, they are lost. I am alone in my glory.
Corypheus (Dalish PC): The Anchor is lost. An elf dares claim it.
Corypheus (Qunari PC): The Anchor has been stolen. By a beast of strange blood.
Corypheus (dwarf PC): The Anchor has been stolen. By a child of the Stone, no less.
Corypheus (human mage PC): The Anchor is gone, taken by a mage of lesser gifts.
Corypheus (human non-mage PC): The Anchor has been stolen, by a stripling.
Corypheus: I shall descend on this Haven with fire and fury and take it back. Let us see what manner of “Herald” this age has bred.
Polls will start to be posted within the next week or so.
Bracket list under the cut!
UPDATE: LIST CANCELLED
*Starred shows have multiple theme songs or I have combined shows in a franchise in an effort to include as much as possible. These will have preliminaries built-into their polls on the first round. This is how it works: 1. all of the songs will go into a poll together against one other show; 2. the COMBINED votes for those songs will determine which show wins that poll; 3. only the top voted song for that show/franchise will move on, if the show has won the poll. (If you are confused it will make more sense when we start, I promise!)
tagged by @full---ofstarlight to make my inquisitor in this picrew and share three facts :3c
its very hard to make a dwarf in this picrew (also no casteless tattoo of course) but she!! narcisso cadash:
she really loved being part of the carta and half the inquisition time she is like "cant wait to defeat cory to be back to smuggling lyrium and build my lyrium empire now that mages are everywhere" and its in denial that she cant go back to that life
she didnt mind the human's and their chantry but after being forced into the herald of andraste now she hates it with a burning passion. she really appreciate solas and bull for being the only non andrastian there and make them feel like a normal person. she misses being around dwarfier dwarves
she thinks she is the most specialest dwarf ever and she INSIST she has the stone sense even when most of her life she was in the surface (my hc is that she was casteless in orzammar and left for a better life but loves the underground too much) and she is totally gonna be a paragon over this and reclaim her caste and the stone loves her
tagging @karofsky @ktfranceebee @lelianasbong and whoever wants to do it
as of right now it's really looking like I might just wind up playing Veilguard with an absolute gaggle of ladies and like.... one token dude
my very vague plans so far include-
sweet darling Verbena, my baby Ver, the disaster of a female human warrior and Shadow Dragon (for Davrin, it'll be all tragic and heartbreaking and in part about duty and honor and all that pish) (she has had a name and been in the dormant stages of development since like 2016 so hoping that she'll wind up as my canon Rook)
Coris, a no-nonsense female dwarf warrior, Antivan Crow (for Lucanis- i know she'll mockingly call him "First Talon" and make jokes about having attended his funeral) (yeah i just. i want that man on his knees, is that a crime) ("My, aren't you pretty now that you can meet my eye, First Talon.")
Tanner, a female dwarf Lord (Lady?) of Fortune for Harding, who is exactly 2 inches taller than her so she can do the finger-under-the-chin, head-tilt-up thing (all i know is that i'm calling them "Leather and Lace" together)
an unnamed archer rogue female elf for Neve (who was freed by the Shadow Dragons once and had been admiring her from afar for a while) (it was maybe even young Neve who inspired her to join them, but they never spoke, it was just pure unadulterated unrequited sapphic yearning for years do you see my vision) (normally all my characters are bi but i'm getting the feeling that she'll probably be a lesbian) (thinking maybe like "Syl" or something of the sort)
aaaand either the burliest young human dude possible who'll gladly carry Emmrich princess-style, OR a tiny dwarf guy who'll make his knees weak and creaky with many kisses (either way probably a Mourn Watch underling/assistant type)
so far I've got nothing for Taash or Bellara, but yknow, all in due time
maybe a warden on two, i don't know
this is already far more in the way of thoughts than I had wanted to have before release
now watch as nothing of these even happens. watch Ver fall for Bellara and Coris for Harding and the elfette for Davrin and it'll all be just pure chaos