#eragon vines

[modern-inheritance]

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More Modern Inheritance (MIC) clips! (A short one)

For those of you that aren't in the loop, MIC is an ongoing Inheritance Cycle AU. It's not a 'everyone is in high school/college' type modernized AU, I just enjoy making these compilations.

Also, since some people were confused as to who some characters are last time, I'll jot down any changed or added characters here whenever I make one of these.

Glen: Glen is Glenwing! He survives in MIC but loses his arm at the shoulder. He and Arya are still very good friends/war buddies and he rejoins the Varden after Arya returns.

Anyway, not as good as the last one but I needed to delete some vid clips to clean up my files. Cheers!

Edit: I totally forgot to add several more clips. Guess another one of these will come out at some point

[magicandmundane]

Eragon, through a mental link: All right, I’m here, open up. 

Murtagh: …

Murtagh: As a child I was forced to eat dog food for dinner—

Eragon: Open the fucking door—

[declawedwildcat]

🥐 & 🦴

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh I love a good meme. Rave lights Caramelldansen is usually pretty great, and I haven't had to use it in a while but I technically have a tag where I've vowed to reblog the Sand Guardian vine every time it or a variation thereupon crosses my dash

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  Hmm, I mean as a fic writer there's usually a pretty obvious media inspiring it lol, but I haven't thought much if there's any formative media influencing my writing style or anything. Definitely not any one thing consciously inspiring me. I used to read a lot of fantasy like Eragon, Warriors, H*rry P*tter, so I'm sure some of my descriptions and adjective flavors are reflective of that.

{ Writers Truth & Dare }

[cawthorntales]

get to know me tag game

i was tagged by @akitasimblr, thank you <3

last song listened to: De-Vine from Monster High

favorite places: My bedroom.

favorite books: Eragon, Oogy The Dog Only a Family Could Love, Marley and Me.

currently reading: nothing

favorite TV show(s): Power Rangers, Monster High

favorite food: Pizza, Mac and Cheese and Hamburgers!

Tagging: @possessedsims @changingplumbob @dandylion240 @wannabecatwriter @theosconfessions @invisiblequeen @sparkiekong

[unmak3r]

[𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞́𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫. ] conceived eighty-five years after the previous female elf child, arya dröttning, daughter of the king and queen. she is one of only two children in ellesméra, the other is the male elf dusan, elf children are rare and cherished. dusan has kept his name, whilst she has changed both her common name and her true name when she was sixteen. two years prior to eragon's second visit to ellesméra, during the rider war, the then-named alanna set off alone to traverse the expanse of du weldenvarden. the elves guarding forest covers the northern part of alagaësia, and she was gone for a whole year, though shares very little of her tales with others; as it is a sad one in essence.

the elf child had been pondering, for years now, how the magic she was born with would fade in the coming decades. it was the natural way, it was the way for all elves, but the idea of it ... of losing the special way she currently existed within the magic of the world, it created a sadness in her heart. she had often spent time communicating with the menoa tree, and sleeping within it's base roots as a child. as she thought about how that ability, too, would fade into elven adulthood her sadness grew deeper. then, she remembered the tale of how the tree came to exist, and so... she laid back against a tree of the same age as herself, in the western part of the forest, and began to sing her spells; she'd cease to be herself & would become one with the tree itself; a guardian of flora and fauna and elves alike.

but ... a familiar voice entered her mind as she began; it was the menoa tree — reaching through root and vine across the entire forest. "... no." as simply as that, the spell ended. it was this interaction that changed her true name ... her personality and nature altered to the point she became a new person in essence. from this point onwards, she has gone by the common name kelerel (no longer alanna) and her true name has been revealed to no one.

"Our children are special. They are blessed with certain gifts—gifts of grace and gifts of power — which no grown elf can hope to match. As we age, our blossom withers somewhat, although the magic of our early years never completely abandons us." ... rhunön, the elven smith, the "most skilled smith in the world." brisingr, ch. 51; mind over metal

canonly described as extraordinarily beautiful, even by the standards of the elves, with a solemn tear-drop-shaped face that appears wise and innocent in equal measure. as she is still in her youth, again using elven standards, her skin displays a faint, silvery sheen due to the child-hood power elves are born with; it is a visual aura of magic. [it is documented that, from the point of eighteen or nineteen, this youthful aura of power begins to fade until they appear as adult elves do.] she is a gifted singer and flautist, and has trained primarily with spear and sword as most all elves do. kelerel is incredibly willowy, pale-haired and skinned, and dainty ... as such some say she appears to almost 'float' when performing her aerial leaps and maneuvers in combat; like a fair flower dancing through the air.

AGE REF: she has been aged up due to the source material being y.a; thus she is eighteen years old, and is eighty-five years younger than arya dröttning.   she is based on the canon, unestablished, alanna, the elf child from paolini's third book in the inheritance cycle, 'brisingr.'

𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄́𝐑𝐀.

[weirdponytail]

Dude, Run. (MIC chat, post Blood Oath)

Eragon: *Sneaky boi*

Eragon: *Creeps up behind oblivious Arya, who is probably enjoying a brief moment of quiet*

Eragon: BOOGAH!!

Arya: *Absolute /shriek/*

Eragon:

Arya:

Arya: You heard /nothing,/ understand?

Eragon: Of course I didn't hear anything.

Eragon: Can't say the same for all the dogs in a 5 league radius though.

Arya: ....You have five seconds to start running.

Eragon: Yeah, that's fair.

[lifelinebooks]

Hi, my names Eragon, I'm 15, and I never fuckin learned how to read

[viiatrixx]

inheritance cycle as vines

eragon: it's a mental breakdown *proceeds to play the kazoo*

saphira: bItch i hope the FUCK you do, you'll be a DEAD son of a BItch i'll tell you THAT

arya: yuh i'm a BAD bitch you can't KILL ME

brom: do I lOOk lIke-

murtagh: and just remember no one will ever be able to hate you more than you already hate yourself

thorn: y'know what dude?? i'm OUTTA here

angela: it's vinegar, pussy

solembum: the cat with the flower on its head

galbatorix: what the FUCK is up eragon?? no what did you say what the FUCK dude, step the FUCK up eragon

nasuada: next time you fucking put your hand on me imma fucking rip your face off bItch

roran: fuck this shit i'm out

katrina: excUse my potty mouth- shut the FUCK up

morzan: rule number one never trust anybody

oromis: hMh that is NOT correct. because according to the encyclopedia of hsisjsskksks

glaedr: no, that's an off topic question- next

elva: you better watch out, you bEtter watch out, you bETTer wAtch OUT

[incorrecteragonquotes]

Eragon: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Arya?

Arya: No.

Roran: I do!

Eragon: I know, Roran.

Roran: I'm sad.

Eragon: I know, Roran.

[saphira-approves]

Eragon: Hole in the couch

Murtagh: Hole in the couch

Arya: Hole in the couch

Eragon I: Hole in the couch

Oromis: Hole in the couch

Brom: Hole in the couch

All them them: DRAGON *pointing at their respective dragons*

[vodkassassin]

stop scrolling! review the following images:

Go ahead and keep scrolling, that is all. 

[magicandmundane]

Oromis and Glaedr, teaching Eragon and Saphira about combat: You know, fighting another dragon and Rider is really dangerous, so be very careful. 

Oromis and Glaedr, fighting Murtagh and Thorn: *air horn noises* Get fucked!

[someeragonmemes]

for the ask meme: eragon The Boy himself

General Opinion: love them

Hotness level: theoretically hot but not my type

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor (whatever else he is, he's brave)

Best quality: He tries his best and is a very sweet and open guy

Worst Quality: Well he can be dumb and has a bit of an obsessive attitude toward a certain elf

Ship them with: No one. I haven't really seen anyone in the IC he could work well with. (But outside the IC he would be good with Luna from Harry Potter or Neville)

Brotp them with: Angela of course, Gertrude, and Peter Parker

Needs to stay away from: Leadership positions, Orrin, C A F F I N E

Misc. thoughts: If he lived in modern time he would love vines and would quote them constantly. Would yell YEET when using a spell. Would want to be an astronaut.

[fembian]

28 and 74!

28: What’s the last thing that made you laugh- An old Cat Vine compilation :)

74: What’s your favorite book- hmm... Probably “Eragon”

[weirdponytail]

Modern Inheritance, Fill #1: Eragon being a Dumbass

Prompt: I want Eragon being a dumbass when Murtagh is the only one to look after him, or the aftermath when Brom finds out about the dumbass thing.

“You wanted to look...at a greenhouse?” Murtagh stared down the long rows of planters, dumbstruck. “Why?”

“Are you kidding me?” Eragon spun around and threw out his arms. “This place is amazing! Do you understand just what they're doing here?”

The giddy smile plastered on Eragon’s face was a welcome sight. It had only been twenty four hours since the Rider had been released from his room in Tronjheim’s hospital. With Saphira and Brom doing their best to help the dwarves stabilize damaged tunnels and Arya practically asleep on her feet between meals, Eragon had expected to be cooped up in the Elves old embassy. Murtagh had been his rescuer.

The two youths had spent the day walking around the dwarves city mountain, following sights, sounds and smells that struck their fancy. 

A fountain gurgling hot water into a stone tub down an alley had occupied their attention for well over an hour as residents of the nearby living quarters happily cooked food in the steaming basin. Both Eragon and Murtagh had been urged to share in the simple feast, and left with full bellies. 

Down one hall, Murtagh discovered that the massive hexagonal garnets, square pyrite and triangular topaz plates that mosaiced the wall played musical notes when pressed. At Eragon’s behest, he had lifted the Rider up on his shoulders to hit the high notes and wobbly played the bass end of their favorite songs. 

Not long after, Eragon had suddenly perked up and pulled Murtagh after him into a bright room that smelled of composted, moist earth and hummed with UV lighting. 

Murtagh crossed his arms, a little amused at Eragon’s enthusiasm. “They’re growing food. In a cave.” 

Eragon’s smile, if even possible, grew wider. “They’re growing wildly different plants in the same spot. Look, look!” He again grabbed Murtagh by the wrist and pulled him to the closest raised bed, pointing to a short plant with ragged edged leaves. “Look, this is strawberry. But other there, on that corner, that’s a blueberry bush. Blueberries need acidic soil but strawberries prefer neutral. These two shouldn’t be growing so well in the same bed!” 

Eragon dashed off again, pointing out the plants he knew and chattering excitedly about their proper growth conditions and how the climate for some of them shouldn’t be attainable underground but somehow the dwarves had to be using magic to alter spaces around specific plants to allow them to flourish. Murtagh followed a bit more slowly, taking in the smell of pungent herbs as they wandered into an area apparently dedicated to their growth. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but it was nice to just take a moment and appreciate the simple lives of plants. 

“No way!” Murtagh jerked, startled by Eragon’s raised voice. He realized then that the young Rider had disappeared from his sight, and with a sudden pang of anxiety he bolted down the green corridor. 

Brom always said Eragon was a magnet for trouble, and Murtagh believed him. ‘I can’t leave him alone for two bloody minutes!’

The young man skidded to a stop, heart pounding...to see Eragon happily cramming a handful of leaves into his mouth. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Murtagh rushed forward, grabbing the younger boy by the cheeks. “Spit it out! You don’t know what that is! I swear you’re worse than a bloody puppy!”

Eragon grinned and pushed Murtagh back, swallowing his newfound treat as he did. “I know exactly what it is!” He plucked another leaf from the bushy plant that practically spilled over the edges of the raised bed in front of him and held it out. “This is Virestalk. It grows all over Palancar Valley. It helps you get back on your feet after being sick.” He offered the leaf to Murtagh. “Want some? It’ll probably help you get over that concussion.” 

“...I think I’ll pass on the magically grown plant in the magical garden with apparent energy restoring properties.” Eragon shrugged and popped the leaf into his mouth before grabbing two handfuls off the bed and shoving them into his pockets. “Come on. It’s almost dinner time. Arya’s probably awake by now and losing her mind over where you are.” 

“Can we stop at that little place we passed earlier with the chicken kebabs? I’m getting hungry again….”

~~~

Murtagh paused, flattening himself against the wall to allow a group of dust coated dwarves past as he looked around. Eragon had fallen behind again, and, with a few choice swears, Murtagh followed behind the grimy workers and retrace his steps.

He found the young Rider staring into the window of an empty shop. 

“Hey. That’s not the chicken stall you know. They’re going to run out by the time we get there if you don’t hurry up.”

Eragon slowly turned his head to stare at his friend. He blinked twice, eyelids moving almost comically slowly before he slurred out, “Murtagh...there’s so many colors.”

Murtagh stared back. “...What?”

“The parrot. It’s got...so many colors. Where’d you find it?” He raised an arm and pointed towards Murtagh’s shoulder. “Where’d you come from, bird?”

‘...Oh. Oh this is not going to go over well.’

~~~

“Why do you smell like...oooooh like cotton candy?” Murtagh did his best to resist the urge to just drop Eragon down the short flight of steps leading up to the embassy door as the boy nuzzled his face against his sleeve. 

Instead he grit his teeth. “Because I was born in a cotton candy factory.” Really, it would be so easy. Just...sling him over his head from where he was draped across Murtagh’s shoulders and dump him down like a sack of unruly potatoes. 

Eragon let out an impressed gasp as his human transport kicked the embassy door, yelling for Arya to open it. “Woooooow! Are you made of cotton candy?” 

“Don’t you DARE–” 

Both stopped dead, Eragon with his teeth halfway to Murtagh’s arm and Murtagh flexing in preparation to throw him, as the door swung open to reveal not a very groggy elf, but instead a rock dust sprinkled Brom. 

He took in the scene with a deadpan expression before asking, in an equally deadpan voice, “What the hell is this?”

“Just let us in and let me put him down, will you? He’s heavier than he looks.” 

By the time Murtagh had deposited Eragon on the couch, Arya had dragged herself out of her room to see what was happening. She took a cursory glance at her charge where he lay ‘catching butterflies’ that floated around his head, sniffed the air twice, gave an amused snort, and settled into an open armchair to sleep again. “I smell Divining Sage. Nice going, Murtagh.”

Brom rounded on the young man. “You let him eat Divining Sage?! Do you have any idea what the hell–”

There was a crash from the direction of the embassy’s warehouse where Saphira usually settled down. 

“S’all right. I’ll get it.” Arya waved Brom off and pulled herself out of the chair. “Keep tearing into him.”

Murtagh felt his face going red. 

What the hell? What the hell. So they all foist Eragon off onto him and when something, because it’s ALWAYS something with Eragon, happens because the boy’s a complete idiot when it comes to self preservation, they all blame him? 

“Divining Sage is a fucking hallucinogen, why– how did you even find–” Brom threw up his arms, a flabbergasted mix of angry and confused as to how the situation even came to be. “Are you THAT DENSE?!”

“I don’t see you looking after him!” Murtagh angrily pointed to the Rider currently petting an invisible cat and cooing nonsensical praise to it. “You left him here alone with a practically anesthetized bodyguard and said ‘Yeah, sure Murtagh, keep him busy for a few hours!’” 

“I didn’t tell you to get him high, you idiot welp! Where did you even–”

“Oh don’t you blame that on me!” Murtagh jabbed a finger in Brom’s direction. Even as angry as he was at becoming the scapegoat for Eragon’s own idiocy, he knew better than to try and throw hands with the old man. “If I was going to get him high it wouldn’t be off some backwater psychedelics, it’d be off some proper Urû’baen kush and plenty of stout! He ate that crap himself!”

That finally gave Brom pause. “...He what?”

“He stuffed his face with it! I tried to stop him, but he said it was Vire-vine or something.” 

Brom slowly turned to stare at Eragon. Eragon smiled widely back before pointing and laughing at Brom’s face. 

Then the old Rider sat down and began to laugh as well.

“Virestalk. He thought...it was Virestalk.” He shook his head, chuckling. “Of course he did. They look almost identical. Damn fool probably wanted to give some to all of us to recover after the fight.”

Murtagh approached slowly. Now that Brom was no longer yelling, his own anger began to fade. He puzzled over what it was being replaced with before asking tentatively, “He’s...going to be okay, right?”

Brom sighed and nodded. “Yes. He’ll be fine. The effects wear off within a few hours. We’ll just have to watch him and Saphira till they do.” There was another crash of falling boxes in the warehouse, followed by faint Common Elvish swearing. “Hallucinations affect both partners so….” He gestured down the hall as Eragon took another swipe at a nonexistent Urgal. The sound of the boy’s war cry was mimicked by a loud growl from an apparently hallucinating Saphira. 

“Oh.” Murtagh paused. “We have a hallucinating dragon in the building.” 

“Yes. And it’s going to be a very long night.”

[xanthicantag]

alright bro im gonna do all the ask so. U Know You're Doin Em Too

Hot read more since there’s so maaaaaany

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

I feel like this is entirely based on who i’m feeling the one sided love for? (I googled  Hanahaki disease and i’m all about that shit no doubt there)  But like, maybe daffodils? 

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

Uh Roses motherfucker, you’re welcome

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

Ok so like on the one hand I love lances, so fucking much, so I’m like big into Knights for that and like protecting people (and/or a beautiful prince cause like, you know), but I also really love the idea of just being like, a traveling fighter of some kind, leading a troupe of loveable idiots or being in a troupe as a loveable idiot.  I want to be Iron Bull is what I’m trying to say I guess????? or like, Krem? who knows

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

Ok so I’m torn again.  Cause protection and ease of movement are super important, so like a breastplate and some kind of back protection, maybe a shield?  or maybe a sick gauntlet arm like Ike from Fire Emblem cause he knows what’s up, and then some minor leg armor to keep the front of my thighs and calves safe and like a shield since those fuck am I right??  On the other hand: If you look like a Thot, the enemy is distracted and an easy target.  I’m talking chainmail crop top, plate armor booty shorts, stupid looking heel shoes(?) for maximum thot energy, and of course a whip, either that i use or just have for the thot energy.

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

I think like, a minor deity that helps people make small to mediumish choices (i.e. talk the left or right path, call or don’t call this person), and then like, a cute little charm that people just kinda crush or burn before asking about the choice feels good, feels organic.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

Now, I don’t know a lot of quote to be honest, but here’s some paraphrased stuff:

“Now that larping exists dnd is like, not the least cool thing to do”- Travis McElroy

“Yeah I have a pickle allergy, what about it *Pickle eating sounds*” -Me, often

“I fucked your dad” -Me during a quiplash game?  And often yeah I’ll admit this

I don’t remember what’s said, but the scene in the Count of Monte Cristo where he just shows off all his sick skills to be like “Yeah I’ll murder the fuck out of your homeboy if he tries to step up to me”.

“All Magicians are inherently inclined to kill” -That unraveled about Megaman robots who get sentience

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?

Ok so like, Scythe for formal occasions/when I want to just look good cause I think their a sexy as hell weapon, at me if you want to be I know I’m right.  Battle Axes are cool and like, really useful during a siege since you can easily bust stuff down with it and it lets you cut spears in half so you look dope as hell, like, Hector of Ostia if you’re out there, yes you’re correct.   Broad Swords are like, just in general really good, you can use it in a duel, a battle, a coronation, magic rituals if you’re really feeling fancy, the list is just endless, a real classic all purpose weapon.  Spears are for fucking losers, fuck you if you use a spear sword fight me like a fucking real fighter or get out of here none of this reach bullshit.  Tridents are like spears but just, inherently sexier?  You know?  Like 1 point is stupid and boring, but 3?  that’s some good shit.  But really fuck all these weapons whips are lances are where it’s at yes feel free to at me again.

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

Now this i have like, actually no idea for, but like, just tons of flowers.  I just take like a fistful of flowers and rub them on my face.  

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

Oh you know I’m about that leather-bound book life!  Fuck A scroll, that is just a piece of paper that is going to tear and be illegible in like 5 years.  A nice bound book though?  *Chefs kiss*

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

A summer rain.  It comes in quickly and is gone by the turn of the hour.  A brief respite during the dry season, and gone before it can become a disaster. 

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

First of all op, get the fuck off my back Roses or nothing.  Secondly a big sunflower.

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

Um, neither??????????????????

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?

Honestly an apartment in the city would be nice but like, living in the woods is the prime chance to be a local mystery.

14. curtains of beads or lace?

Probably lace?  Do beads block light?

15. vocal or instrumental music?

I am a big fan of instrumental

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

Step one, big cape, it doesn’t touch the ground while on my shoulders but goes about mid calf.  Step two, leather armor, it’s light and easy to move in, and provides good protection.  Step three, Mask, nothing like flashy, just a plain black mask, preferably a full mask if i’ve got some magic to see with not my eyes, other wise like a typical masquerade mask

17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?

Fuck.  This is so hard.  I want to be, so many.  No you know what, fuck it.  I wanna be a Dragonborn Tiefling hybrid, I’m talking cool horns, I’m talking sweet tail, you already know I can spit literal fire out of my face.  Fucking try and get at me I dare you.

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

I love hard candy to just suck on, but my teeth do not.

19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.

if you don’t think this crown fucks, get out of my face

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

I’ve had my hair long enough for that like once, and I don’t really like tying my hair up tbh

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

Um.  Bold of you to say I’m not hitting up all these parties???  Like def vampires first since the elven party is advertised to go for like 5 hours, but we all know it goes on for like 4 months and I can’t party that long as a mortal you know.  And like you hit the fae up last since you literally are gonna be stuck there the rest of your life after one (1) round of truth or dare

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

Like, in all honesty the biggest thing a witch could do to me via curse would just be to make my right arm like full unusable.  Not gone or broken.  Just like, it’s slow, I can’t always get it to fully hold onto something so it drops everything, there’s always a small feeling of discomfort, not pain just a minor annoyance, in the knuckles of the hand.

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

I get kicked out of the nymph singing area after four seconds of

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

I fucking go wild for the smell of basil don’t even try me

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

I remembered Inkheart recently and like, I honestly really liked that book

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

Sophomore year of college, I realized that all the people around me were people I actually enjoyed spending time with, and it just felt so weird to be there after all the just nonsense that had happened up till then

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

healing duh?  You think I’d ever remember i have the poison one? nope not me!

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

Try and be a little nicer, unless they really don’t deserve it.  Walk away sometimes.  Eat food and don’t think about it.

29. vials or mason jars?

Oh get me those vials baby!

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

OH HELL YES.  Get me that suit, it’s a sweet dark red with rose colored vest underneath, the jacket and pants have flower vines on them that 100% connect to a big ass rose on the back of the jacket.  The mask is more or less this guy:

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

I can literally swim any day so let’s fly

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

Ok i didn’t understand this one at first so I’m keeping my initial reply below and the real one is: You know I beat some like high ranking knight or minor noble in a duel to humiliate them and no i didn’t think it through so here i am lol.

3 things: A talking magic weapon (Probably a sword but i’m down for other options).  A certain someone is going in and I’m not letting him go in without someone to keep him safe.  There’s dragon eggs that work like the Eragon dragon eggs and I am already waist deep in dead enemies getting one of those babies.

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

Take a wild fucking guess

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

God this is so hard, but I think a magic flower that when you pluck one if its petals you can undo a recent event, up to like ten minutes or so.

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

I’ll say the Death of Me by Meg Myers

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

God that’s hard,  Like yeah pirates are cool but i’d love to be royalty and just get to do good shit for the people and also not have scurvy.

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?

Hmmm, I think the Tavern as like the number 1, and then a tie for docks and field, and the marketplace in last since i hate crowded areas i need to buy things in

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

Only if I ever ride a dragon and then have a painting to immortalize the moment, and only if the dragon helps me paint it

39. what skill are you famous for?

I mean, people know I sword fight, fight fight, and program, so like, those?  and I guess my sick dnd skills

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

Fuck if I can think of one!

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

Ok Stained glass windows literally slap so like, you already know