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friendsoup · 5 months

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HALLO!! I THE ONE WHO REQ THE MEDI AND DIKKE FIC AND OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOUR WROTE THEM ALL. I legit have lot of fun reading it and laughing at poor digger but got bully by two serious person. I really adore how you write their interactions that just seem in character of them and then the end had me screaming in giddyness.

If is okay could i req again for medi and dikke with a reader that often sleep randomly at the most uncoventional of place, which is how vertin found out your relationship with them. Feel free to decline if you cant but still thank you so much again for writing my req i really love it and i hope you have a nice day!! 😭💖💖

Also i so sorry for ranting

A Quiet Moment

Recipe: Established romantic relationships, GN! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, Dumbass and idiot used as petnames, You and Medi try to out fluster each other, Dikke is a super simp for you, Vertin is supportive WC: 2,001

Chef's Note: WAAAHHH I'm glad you enjoyed the last one!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! I'm super happy to write for you again, anon! Don't be afraid to be a repeat customer! If you want, you can assign yourself an emoji even :0! Anyways, I had fun writing this! I have a bunch of requests I gotta bang out though....hehe

Medicine Pocket wasn’t the type for “love”. Or any other foolish emotions. They’ve always found romance to be such a stupid waste of time, taking away from more important things, like their research. More than once a scientist on their team would do something absent mindedly while thinking of their wife at home. Then they’d mess up, ruining Medi’s most important results. Those times were met with no sympathy, Medi ruthlessly tearing into her team members for their foolishness.

…However, you were kinda cute. And interesting. That’s what Medi liked about you most. You were strange, not like the other people they’ve met. They liked everything about you that was different. Your laugh, your personality, your interests. They found it fascinating the way you thought, the way you acted. Medi wanted to study you, and if that wasn’t love? They didn’t know what was. However, the two of you had been keeping things on the low. Medi didn’t want their reputation as a mad scientist to be tarnished, nor did they want to show any weakness in front of their fellow arcanists. Not to mention that you had a reputation of your own to uphold, and a lack of close friends on your team to blab to. The two of you kept quiet about your little arrangement, but that was fine. Neither of you felt the need to brag, and given how fast gossip spread around the suitcase, the two of you were happy to stay far from it. But oh, the foolishness of a person in love never fails.

Naps had always been one of your favorite ways to pass the time, and with how much training you were getting, a heavy layer of exhaustion hung over you like a blanket. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were always a few seconds from falling asleep. Lost within your own dreamy haze.

Today just happened to be especially tiring. You were helping out with some chores around the suitcase, preparing for the next mission, when you felt the strong siren call of another nap wash through you. You dragged yourself through the halls, your body too tired to stay upright for long. You needed a place to sleep, and quickly. You found your respite in the dining room, underneath the table. It was nowhere near meal time, so you were certain you’d be undisturbed for a while. Dropping to a crawl, you made your way underneath and placed your head on the wooden floor. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it, but it was enough for you to begin to drift off. Medi hadn’t been looking for you. At least, they didn’t think they were. They’d been wandering all day, avoiding chores like the plague and ignoring the urge to continue their studies. They’d been suffering through a major creative block with their experiments, which frustrated them to no end. They were a genius! Why couldn’t they get it together?

Medi found you underneath the table. At first they laughed at the sight, then a fond smile came to their face. And then, realization. “[Y/N]!” They called, kneeling down to your side. “You’re going to hurt your back if you sleep on the hard floor!” They warned, shaking you awake.

Groggily, you turned to them, annoyed that your nap had been cut short. “Nuh-uh.” “The fuck do you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?!” They exclaimed, “Dumbass! You’re going to hurt yourself! What are you thinking?!” “Tired.” You answer. “So, so tired.” Medi bites their fingertip through the glove, narrowing their eyes at you. “I’ll have to take a blood test to make sure you’re healthy. Even for an idiot like you, this isn’t healthy.”

“You’re worried.” You state, a warm smile growing on your sleepy face. “Nuh-uh!” Medicine Pocket shoots back, turning their face away from you. You can see a blush on their cheeks.

“You know…” You begin, reaching for their hand, “I might sleep better if I have something to rest my head on.” Medicine Pocket’s face grows redder, a pout twisting their expression. “What are you getting at, dumbass? Spit it out!”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?” You ask, bluntly.

Medi covers their face with their hand, still not daring to look at you. A smug smile grows on your lips, enjoying how much you’ve flustered your partner. You don’t expect them to agree, PDA isn’t something the both of you necessarily enjoy. It’s more a game of chicken, seeing who bends first. Medicine Pocket swallows, then nods. “Of course you can.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t serious!” You argue, the thought of PDA making your face heat up. “Too late to back out now!” They giggle, scooching next to you. They take a seat right next to your head, patting their lap. “Come on, sweetheart, take a nap with me.”

The pet name, despite how mockingly it’s used, sends an arrow straight through your heart. Though you’re hesitant, the offer is appealing. Cuddling with Medi isn’t something you often get to do, and here they are, presenting you with the opportunity. And so you lift your head, and place it on their lap. They squeak instantly, the flush returning to their face all at once. “Hey! What if someone sees us?” “They won’t.” You mutter, already losing the battle to sleep. You yawn. Medicine Pocket is so warm, and feels so soft beneath your head. You could stay like this forever, you think. “Nobody will.”

“Are you sure?” Medicine Pocket asks, yet they get no answer. You’ve already fallen asleep, lost in your own dreams. Medicine Pocket sighs, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair softly. You remind them of one of their dogs like this. All gentle and cute. They find themselves smiling uncontrollably, lost in the bliss of being close to you. About a half hour later, Vertin enters the dining room. “Medicine Pocket? [Y/N]?” She calls, glancing around the room. “Where did the two of you go?” She asks herself, a scowl deepening on her face. The two of you were skipping your responsibilities, and as leader, she had to get you both on track. Medi froze, eyes wide with fear. They couldn’t be caught in a situation like this! Especially by the Timekeeper! But they also couldn’t escape! Your sleeping face was just too cute, they didn’t want to disturb it!

And then you snored. It was a slight, quick breath, but Vertin is a very perceptive girl, and she heard it right away.

“[Y/N]?” Vertin asked, “Are you napping again? You’ve ought to get your tiredness checked out by a-” She leaned over to peer under the table, locking eyes with Medicine pocket. “Oh!” Vertin exclaimed, before her eyes fell upon you, slumbering away. “Oooh.” “It’s not what it looks like!” Medi objected, keeping their voice to a hush. “It’s just- I’m just! It’s an experiment! They’re a test subject to me!” A light danced in Vertin's eyes as she saw you two, though her face bore no changed expression. “It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” She gave a curt nod, and stood. “Vertin- Wait!” Medicine called behind her, panic in their voice. “You’ve got it all wrong! No!” “You have nothing to worry about.” Vertin reassured them. “I wish you two love and prosperity.”

“Vertin?!”

Though Vertin did not breathe a word to a single soul, the suitcase was alight a week later with rumors of the new couple among their numbers. And though your days of being a quiet couple were over, at least Medi didn’t feel so embarrassed to be seen sleeping next to you anymore.

Her Peace

Dikke had never been a fan of romance in plays.

The way bards would speak on and on about the sweetness of love, of the bliss of another’s touch, of the pangs in one’s heart, it didn’t seem possible to her. How could love be so powerful? She’d felt romance before, towards some fellow knights, though her feelings never clouded her judgment. She always managed to keep a clear mind, and was able to keep her thoughts rational. The stuff the bards spoke of was hyperbole. …You muddied that belief. Dikke was unbelievably weak for you. It scared her, in all honesty. She’d never been so vulnerable around someone before. Your smile made her sway, your laugh made her weak in the knees. She found herself thinking of you late into the night, unable to close her eyes without seeing your face. The walls she’d spent so many years building, crashed around her. Destroyed by a single person. Nobody knew of this relationship of yours. It wasn’t as though it was secret, it just wasn’t something you discussed with other people. Dikke didn’t often speak on matters of the heart, and you never found a good excuse to bring it up. And thus, the suitcase was unaware of the budding relationship in their midsts. Dikke had been training for hours. It was what she did to clear her mind, to calm her anxieties. There was something comforting about doing repeated exercises. It kept both her and her blade sharp. However, it was also extraordinarily tiring. The hard labor strained her muscles, making each movement painful. Though she was careful to never overexert herself, she still remained sore after each intensive workout. This time was no different.

Dikke dragged herself through the forest, focusing on her deep breaths. Birds sang in the trees around her, the same songs they’d sung in her homeland. Bees buzzed by her, brushing gently against her as she walked, clumsily making their way through. The same way they did a hundred years ago. And before then as well. Dikke lost herself in thought as she walked, allowing the nostalgia to ease her weary bones. And then she saw you. Like something out of a fairytale. You were sprawled beneath a grand oak tree, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Dikke was stunned by your beauty, completely beside herself at the sight of you. Was it OK for her to see you like this? So vulnerable and pretty? Her heartbeat quickened, it was so loud she was worried it would wake you. You looked so peaceful, it made her dizzy. The fact that you could sleep so soundly here, without a care in the world… She wanted that tranquility. That trust in the world. Dikke sat next to you in the plush grass, keeping her guard up. She couldn’t just leave you here! What if something happened? She’d never forgive herself! As quietly as she could, she removed her cape, draping it over you in a single movement. Dikke loved the view of you in her cape. Seeing it made it hard for her to think, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. Surely it was alright to indulge. Just this once? You wouldn’t mind the company, would you? Holding her breath, Dikke laid beside you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. She didn’t want to intrude, but she wanted some of that peace. Some of that tranquility you held.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. The mix of the workout and your presence was too much on her weary mind. By the time Vertin found the two of you, you were entangled in each other’s arms. Your head on Dikke’s chest, and her face pressed into your hair. The sight surprised the timekeeper, though she knew better than to react. She didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Later, Vertin would seek you out. “I see you’ve found your knight in shining armor.” She tells you. Though it doesn’t reach her face, you can hear the smirk in her voice. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, confused. “I wish you and Dikke well. That’s all you need to know.” She responds. You grow too flustered to continue the conversation any further.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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authorchia · 3 months

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REVERSE 1999 OCS! 🥧🎀

Welcome to me writing infos and fun facts about my Reverse 1999 OCs, Mother Bakery and Precious! I thank @acesw for helping me write ideas for their UTTU Medium and Inspired by ones! I was pretty confused back then so I'm very glad! :D Now, let's not waste any time, I'll walk you through both of them to get to know them better! (let me know if there are historical inaccuracies since I feel like I haven't researched much ;-;)

𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐵𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓎 (a.k.a Boulangerie Mère)

Mineral Arcanist / Reality DMG

An arcanist's work exhibited in the 1950s for 35 years. Completed in spring, on March 21st. First exhibited and displayed in Starsbourg, France.

A diligent baker and a hardworking single-parent. She owns a little bakery that bake breads with her "special methods and ingredients" to make money for a living. Though people are suspicious of her, they can't help but feel at ease around her due to her motherliness, inside or outside of her work.

Medium: Love

Inspired by: Crystalline Salt [Mineral] Local Baking

Fragrance: Ground Cinnamon, Goat Milk, Carbuncle Dusts

Fun Facts:

She carries her baby, Cosette, around in the suitcase and in battles! Don't worry, she knows how to protect her child and teammates like what a mother always does!

Her and her baby's udimo is based off of Babydoll Sheeps!

When she opens her bakery, she has several tactics. She only opens every two weeks, gives the buyer a note that says "Si tu manges plus de deux tranches, tu deviendras une méchante bestiole!", and if they got the side effects (ex. Aggressiveness), she'll secretly kick their stomach to vomit them out, and be on her merry way. So, do as Mother told you or you'll get the price!

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘

Intellect Arcanist / Mental DMG

A ???'s work exhibited in the 18th century for an unkown period. Completed in winter, December 10th. Originally exhibited in Birkshire, England, then the exhibit was relocated to Chicago, USA, and "claimed" by the Manus Vindictae. It is now kept under surveillance in the School of Discipline and Behaviour Modification.

Delicate, fragile, yet has an aura of wisdom. She have been put through so much pressure, so please handle carefully upon contact. Offers therapeutic sessions for those who needs it the most, if she is permitted, that is.

Medium: Boundless Knowledge

Inspired by: Wisdom of the Healer [Intelligence] Therapeutic Meditation

Fragrance: Floral and Musky - Roses, Orange Flowers, Jasmine

Fun Facts:

Precious's inspiration is the characters from Houseki no Kuni/Land of the Lustrous, meaning she's a walking crystal humanoid! She is a semi-immortal zircon!

"Working" with the Manus gave her too much pressure as she have to give pieces of her to them as a form of healing almost every hour. She almost broke herself because of it.

She was once a part of Queen Victoria's family, as the queen found her lying near the castle and took her in as her lady-in-waiting due to obedience and precious knowledge. That is how she got her name!

Aaaaand that's all folks! If you made it this far, you can ask questions about my OCs! (Please do I'll be super excited!!! X3)

#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 #r1999 oc #long post #I FORGOT TO MENTION: PRECIOUS'S UDIMO IS A HAMSTER

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fruityfroggy · 17 days

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ASGKJKUYFG TYSM @anonymocha FOR GIVING ME A DIRECTION TO GO WITH MY RAMBLINGS<3

Anyways…oh Verdigris, I’ve come up with so many extra bits and pieces to her lore in the past month or so and I didn’t really get to talk about her in the first place, so I’m glad that someone’s interested (this is gonna be so long, I can feel it)

First things first, we’ll get the big thing out of the way: her arcane skill. Kind of a big part of her story is how she is a “plant whisperer”, which means that she’s able to hear the voices of plants and therefore communicate with them. This made her form a prominent sense of empathy for plants, as they are unheard by everyone except her.

(Now, a lot of the things I’ll mention about Verdigris will make a lot more sense)

So a fun little fact is that plants have a “way of speaking” that sounds more poetic than your normal speech, since they’re just describing things based off of what they know from nature. And because of her arcane skill, Verdigris does talk like them a little (which just comes off as being poetic/dramatic). Another thing that comes with this “way of speaking” are “Titles of the Plants”, which is the thing that you remind the plants of, that they therefore refer to you by (Vertin is “The Wandering Wind”, Sonetto is “The Shade in Daylight”, etc).

Why am I mentioning this? Well but of course it’s for yuri reasons! Because this is the perfect way for Verdigris to subtly and sapphic-ly pine for a certain arcanist by the title: Ray of Sun (and who this refers to is not disclosed). She mentions this “Ray of Sun” quite frequently in her diary, which I’d imagine could be one of those pages of text you can find between stages, as well as in her intimacy voiceline (which I haven’t written, but we can imagine, okay).

Anywho…when it comes to interacting with other arcanists, Verdigris is very much the most likeable out of my three ocs here (she’s just a cinnamon roll, not toxic or hard to communicate with). So she gets along with basically everyone in the suitcase. Chaotic or calm, she’s patient enough to talk to them. Tho she’s the closest with Lilya I’d say, since they’re bonding over a shared language/heritage and shut up, it’s adorable. Especially since Verdigris didn’t have anyone to speak Russian to for a long time (she lived in Spain, that’s why) and Russian was her mother’s language (she never got to meet her, so it holds special significance to her (things are getting angsty haha)). This problem was the whole reason she created her own critters actually. But hey, now she has someone and the vibes are good again.

As for their dynamic, it’s obvious that they have a “balancing each other out” situation, and I like to call it “Lilya and her designated driver” as a joke. But truthfully, Verdigris is surprisingly down with most of her shenanigans and no one understands why. Lilya kinda just wants to show Verdigris all the “fun stuff” she usually does, and she just goes along with it while some of the other arcanists watch them in horror (they’re just having a good time tho). When Verdigris is busy, Lilya would go visit her workshop to see what she’s doing like: "What you making, Verdie?:]" (she finds it interesting).

Considering what she does, I feel like Verdigris would probably be crossing paths with Medpoc kinda often as well (hehe). Verdigris just isn’t super affected by Medpoc’s hostility, and still treats them very well after getting yelled at. Once they warm up to her tho, she kinda becomes their emotional support (aka the person they rant to while she hands them a cookie or smth), and they’d pass out together while working across from each other, since neither of them remember to sleep (or do anything else).

I also think that she could help Shamane repair and/or upgrade his mechanical arm (since that’s kinda her specialty), and in turn gain a new father figure. Shamane would definitely like her Dendrogues and greet them when he sees them hopping around as well.

Some honourable mentions are the other calm healers (Dikke and Tooth Fairy). Dikke would grow fond of Verdigris for how fair and thoughtful is, but she'd tell her to not be so tolerant of everything. As for her and Tooth Fairy’s situation, they actually have pretty similar vibes, so they’d probably do some somewhat questionable things together that aren’t so questionable if they’re doing it, like baking together (there’s definitely no tooth fairies in the muffins they’re making, don’t question the taste of plums) and going out into the forest to look for teeth.

Oh right! Verdigris also has a small interaction with Pristine after implanting the new heart she made for her, since Pristine’s original heart (crystal) is the thing that makes her body possessable to Arcana (there’s some context from this post that is needed to understand what I’m talking about). This is a big plot point in Pristine’s story, so guess who’s growing attached to Verdigris. Yeah, she kinda just follows her around whenever she sees her from there on out, maybe even tugs on her sleeve saying “Where art thou headed to? Let me go with thee!” (Welcome to motherhood, Verdigris!)

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hollowtones · 1 year

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Spent a huge chunk of this year playing FFXIV and I love going back to your presentation you did on it the night before Endwalker dropped. Do you have a fun backstory for your WoL? I remember you talking about your old character being a female Roegardyn pirate.

Her name's Wilberga Havard but she goes by Willow for short. She's a Hyur. Her dad's an Ala Mhigan refugee and her mom's Gridanian and she was raised in Thanalan. She's a construction worker by trade and she specializes in stoneworking and metalworking for houses and buildings, so she's Passionate About Rocks. She can't read or write super good but she's good with math and numbers and engineering. She's kind of a meathead. Her favourite thing to do after a long day's work is to knock back a couple drinks and get into fistfights to let off stress. Getting into the Pugilist's Guild on a whim is what eventually sets her on the path of the main story, & at first she mainly uses the whole "go to the other city-states" parts as an excuse to improve her handywoman skills and find new drinks. She gives most of her money away to people she thinks need it more than ger, and spends the rest on food and drink, so she's usually broke & ends up in a lot of situations of "oh fuck, well I can't afford the inn fee, will you let me sleep here if I do your dishes or fix your roof or something"

Her soul's weird. She has basically no ability to channel elementally-aspected aether. Her inner magical reserves are Abnormally High, though, and studying to be an Arcanist (which she gets into because she wants to be better at bookkeeping for the sake of not being broke as much LOL) clicks very quickly for her because it's Unaspected Magical Geometry & she likes math. Her version of the Echo... kind of doesn't work properly. She's got the immunity to tempering and all, but encounters with primals and the like cause aspects of them to manifest in her soul. This is a long way of saying Girl's Haunted. Makes her very good at Summoning! I like to imagine all the elementally-aspected attacks in other jobs are her mixing it with Summoner and channelling the power of the relevant primal. Her thoughts and dreams are a little noisy and crowded because of it, though. This was something I came up with on a whim while I was going through "Heavensward" because I like the idea of a woman who is haunted. Then as I played more of the story I kept getting plot events & world/universe establishing moments that continued lending more and more credence to my silly little idea. I always win. Willow's soul is a retirement home for The Friends We Made Along The Way.

Her main fightin' jobs are Dark Knight, Scholar, Monk, Bard, and Summoner. Her main Actual jobs is crafting and on-site resource procurement, but she keeps getting pulled into world-shaking conflicts, with a mixture of "AWESOME I WANT TO PUNCH A DUDE SQUARE IN THE JAW" and "COME ON MAN I AM TIRED I WANT TO GO BACK TO BUILDING HOMES FOR PEOPLE".

#My old character's name is Wilthuv Geisskyfwyn and she's legally the head of a merchant vessel fleet. Don't ask about the guns.#Or where she sources her material. She's one of my retainers now so she lives forever on the open seas.

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selfdiagnosedeyemotif · 5 months

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Drawing some super fun ot2 arcanist stuff and this is the first time in a while I've dræne someone with so little clothes and I forgot how fun it is to draw muscles

and here we have the one lucky artist who enjoys anatomy stuff (I Fucking Hate Drawing Textures And Muscles Are Included In That Statement)

#and the void screameth back #not-pie

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discet · 1 year

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Do you have a plan on writing a crossover between The Owl House and Amphibia in the future? Maybe you story 4 Stars AU or the others storys?

Honestly? Probably not. They're super fun to theorize about and kind of talk about in a broad way, but my focus is on The Arcanist Marcy Wu.

I really want to finish this story, it's one that I'm really really proud of and want to share with ya'll. And I cannot split focus to work on another overhaul retelling of one of my AU's.

I might do a full outline for Marcy in the Boiling isels at one point for funsies, but I honestly think that once I have finished this AU I will be fully satisfied with how I have explored Marcy as a character.

That all said, if anyone wants to take the scattering of plot ideas I've left around this blog and run with them, I encourage you to do so. I know for instance that @fruitdragon1a is taking a crack at the 4stars AU with their fic Fighting the Stars (With my explicit permission and encouragement).

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bluewren · 2 years

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Hey Wren, welcome to DWC! For Taliesen Lavellan x Sera, how about an "'I love you' kiss" from the Dragon Age Inspired prompts? Bonus if the scene involves Taliesen tinkering on something in the Undercroft with Sera and Dagna, because I think that's adorable. Happy writing!

Thanks for the prompt, Niri!! I always love my Undercroft Fun Team.

@dadrunkwriting

Rated: G

Taliesen, Sera, and Dagna. Tinkering Fun Times.

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The evening for the three denizens of the Undercroft is spent constructing away at their contraptions and creations, the torchlight of their personal haven burns away the stillness and shadows casted on the Frostback Mountains.

The boredom plaguing the three tinkerers melts away as their night is spent on with the sounds of hammers clashing with metal.

One person is of suspicion tonight. Sera leans over the her Buckles, stroking her chin and examining the new goggles given to the tinkerer. “Something’s not quite right with them.”

“What do you mean?” Tali asks, perking up a curious blink with fingers wrapping around the lenses of her eye protection.

A finger shifts away a bundle of hair from the covering Tinkerer’s googles, two pitch down around the lenses for Sera to examine closer. “They’re too big for you. Wasn’t what I thought when I got them. Innit like two big circles around your eyes?”

“I think they’re cute gift.” Tali pulls the over her eyes. The two lenses magnified her big elven eyes, even bigger. She proudly states, “the goggles aren’t in my peripheral vision.”

The bold ownership, Tali had over the goggles causes Sera to giggle, a little. “That’s good and all, but ain’t the size getting in the way of your work?”

One side of the goggles slowly sag down Tali’s nose, a lopsided smile forms when it happens. She shrugs, “I still like them, they’re a present. They’re sort of becoming my good luck charm.”

“Not much of a charm if they don’t sit right, you sure you’re alright with that?”

“Could be worse things to happen.”

“No, Sera’s right about those things.” Dagna comes around to chime in. Lifting the goggles back up, “it’s cute and all but super impractical to have.”

One more shrug pops out of Tali's shoulders. "Don't have any other pairs with me, so I'll replace them now next time we're here."

The Dwarven arcanist sighs, patting her friend’s head in a patronizing manner. “Just make sure to extra careful.”

With a nod, Taliesen began pacing about the workshop. Pieces go flying as the tinkering gremlins rush to gather their materials for another haphazardly placed together project.

Slowly placing them together, metal and lyrium melt and meld together until a rune sufficient to their liking is made ready for their fun, fixing goggles as they go about their taskes.

Clanking of a hammers clashing with sizzling steel chimes in the basement, giving life to a rhythmic concert of moving hands and busy minds as work is on its way to iterating one of their life imitating machines.

One that they plan on improving from rocks into metal framed legs and arms.

“If we wrap the lyrium strands at around the where the appendages meet, we could get the arms to move a bit faster.” Taliesen’s finger presses on her lips, eying the pulley arms.

Dagna stands over their work, her wrench locking their rune in place. “Careful when slot it in, the runes have a few strange jagged ends.”

Tali’s goggles slope down her nose again, cause a grumble to escape. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. We aren’t exploding anything this time.”

“Told you that’ll happen.” Sera giggles at the annoyance of her lover.

“What’s the worse thing that could possibly happen?” The busy body elf pulls her tweezers away for one moment. “We’ve had-“

A surprised gasp and ‘eep’ leaves Tali’s mouth as the elf is flicked onto the ground of the workshop by sudden twitching of the arm. It was by luck that her landing is cushioned by the bosom of her lover, leaving her embarrassed and warmly embraced.

“Told ya something could happen.” Sera snorts, balancing herself with the weight of another wrapped around her. She peals the goggles away from the one eye it still covers. “You were the one carving the rune. Can’t believe you didn’t see it coming.”

“Not one more word.” The flushed Tali mumbles into Sera’s dress.

“I love you still.” Sera cheekily raises Tali back to her feet to peck a kiss on the dizzied elf’s lips.

“You two can call it quits early. I’ll clean up the mess.” Dagna slowly shakes as she approaches their accident sign.

Days without incident: Zero.

#Dragon Age dwc #taliesen lavellan #sera dragon age #dagna #Dagna dragon age #wren's writing #seravellan #lab safety #they're idiots and i love them

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au-ra-babygirl · 11 days

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Not a Date

Masa wipes the sweat from their brow as Biscuit vanishes from existence, too tired from their latest battle to focus on maintaining it. Their book snaps closed with a thump, and she tucks it into her bag.

The Arcanist's Guild had given her a mission to exterminate a few creatures just outside the city limits. It was a simple enough mission, but it took longer than an hour to complete, making her late for her dinner plans with Sholi.

She signs, wiping new sweat away as she begins the trudge back to town. Along the way, she muses about the past couple hours. Arriving in town had been a dream and meeting Sholi had even a blessing (even if she is now realizing that the Arcanist's Guild was a lot closer to the docks than Sholi had led her to believe. Whether that was intentional or not is probably debatable, but Masa is choosing to believe it's because she was enjoying her company too much to lead her to the building she was supposed to be in). Not that Masa had (or would) complain.

She steps over a creek and raises a hand to her brow, trying to see the guards in the distance. She hadn't paid much attention while hunting beasts, and now she wasn't sure which way would lead her back to town.

Hm.

That was a problem.

Was she even walking toward town anymore? That was also debatable, but not in the fun way. She continues walking in the same direction, hoping to spot something familiar in the distance. She needed a map, preferably a magical one that showed her exactly where she was and where she was supposed to be heading.

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By the time she makes it back to town, it's nearly gotten dark, she's incredibly sweaty and in need of a bath, and her stomach was growling embarrassingly loudly. Like, super loudly. She covers her stomach with a hand, looking around sheepishly in case anyone heard.

The entrance she ultimately found was not the one she exited from, which means she needs to find the Arcanist's Guild again before she can find Sholi.

She hopes Sholi doesn't think she's stood her up. That was the last thing Masa wanted to do. She isn't sure what these feelings she has for the other girl are, but she definitely wants to see her again.

She wanders past a restaurant that smells heavenly but ignores it. She vaguely remembers it from her earlier walk with Sholi, but… didn't they turn right here? Or was it further on?

Menphina help her.

She decides to turn right. If nothing else, she'd eventually stumble upon something else familiar. Like the Guild itself. That would be nice.

Thankfully, she seems to have done something right as she sees another familiar building then another and eventually she spots a familiar white haired miqo'te squatting by the Arcanist's Guild.

She looks up, saying a silent prayer of thanks.

“HI! I am so, so, so, so, so sorry,” she says before Sholi can say anything. “I got turned around outside of town, and-”

Sholi laughs, placing her hands on her knees and rising from her squat. “It's fine. I didn't mind waiting.”

That's got to be a lie, but Masa doesn't comment on it. “Are you sure? I hate that I may have inconvenienced you.”

Sholi shrugs. “Uh, it might just be us at dinner, but that's fine by me.”

Masa struggles not to blush at the insinuations of dinner alone with a cute girl. She'd never given much thought to her sexuality beyond everyone being cute, but she thought she might be interested in this woman. Maybe. Probably?

“Is that okay with you?”

She suddenly realizes she hasn't spoken. She should do that. “Uh, no. No, I'm fine with that too. Do you have a place in mind?”

Sholi beams, reaching out and grabbing Masa's hand to drag her along. Masa glances down at their hands, and her face feels warm. Had she ever held hands with a pretty girl before?

She doesn't process most of the journey to the restaurant, nor, for that matter, does she know the name of the restaurant. She comes back to reality when a menu is placed in front of her. As she pursues it, she finds herself sneaking glances at Sholi.

Upon closer inspection, she has fluffy whitish-blue ears that look soft and touchable that blend into her whitish blue hair. Her skin is pale with freckles scattered across her cheeks, and a scar that starts just above her eyebrow and slashes across to the other side of her nose. Her eyes, Masa notices, are heterochromatic, one blue and one green. She can't remember ever seeing anyone with eyes like that.

“Is something on my face?” Sholi asks after a few moments of silence.

Masa blinks then blushes. “No. Sorry. I just, um, I-I’ve never seen eyes like yours.”

Sholi laughs. “Yeah, I get that a lot. They’re pretty unique.”

“Sorry if that was weird. I just-”

“Stop apologizing,” Sholi says, placing the menu flat down to give Masa her undivided attention. “There's nothing to apologize for.”

“There's not?”

“Nope,” Sholi says, popping the p at the end. “If I feel you're doing something uncomfortable, I'll let you know. I promise.” Masa nods. She could believe that. “So how'd your initiation go?”

Masa doesn't recognize the change of subject but rolls with it regardless. “Frustrating,” she says simply. She can't help but elaborate, “I had to hunt down various creatures and take them down with magic.”

“Sounds similar to mine,” Sholi comments. “I dealt with forest critters though.”

“Forest? Are you from Gridania?”

Sholi's ears perk up. “I am! Well, sort of. I'm from a small settlement outside of it anyway.”

“Neat. I'm from a small island up North,” Masa explains. “Lots of scholarly types.”

Sholi's eyes flicker to the side and down. “I don't think… No, I'm no good at geography.” She looks sheepish, which Masa can't help but find endearing.

“It's fine. I probably wouldn't know it either if I weren't from there.” Never mind that she'd lived within its many libraries as a child, sneaking off from work to pursue the books instead of doing her chores. If she hadn’t been born there, she would’ve been eager to go at some point in the future.

Before Sholi can say anything, a waiter comes over to take their orders. Masa hadn't looked as closely at the menu as she probably should've and decided to order the same soup that Sholi does, hoping it tastes okay.

“So let's talk more about gender,” Sholi offers after the waiter has gone away. “If you want to, I mean.”

Masa sighs, picking at a loose thread on the tablecloth.

“Only if you want to,” Sholi repeats.

“No, I do. No other way to figure it out, right?”

Sholi shrugs. “Wouldn't really know.” When Masa tilts her head, Sholi continues, “I found out when I turned sixteen and never started my period. Doctor examined me, and didn't find something he was supposed to. Took some time to adjust, but… I mean, I'm okay with it now, but at the time, it was… jarring.”

“How did you handle it?”

“Denial, at first. I got mad, yelled at the doctor, and stormed out. Went back a few months later and apologized, but at the time, I didn't handle it well. Went out hunting with my bow with,” she takes a deep breath, “with the intention of getting myself killed. Failed because the only things around were fucking squirrels. Went back home and drank myself silly off my ma’s alcohol stores.”

Masa winces. “I'm sorry.”

Sholi smiles sadly. “Don't be. I did it to myself. Anyway, I woke up the next morning with no idea what happened. Ma was pissed but understanding. Told me I needed to get my shit together because not having a uterus didn't mean I wasn't a girl. Me wanting to be a girl made me a girl.

“I had to sit with that for a while after Ma confiscated my bow. Figured out what I tried to do the night before, see. Anyway, it took me a few weeks to get my shit together. Figured out Ma was right. I didn't have to be a boy just ‘cause a doctor claimed I was.”

Masa doesn't speak for a moment, thinking over what Sholi just explained. “I know you're right, but… I've always been a girl, y’know? What if I'm not and everything changes? What if my parents don't accept it?”

“What if it does change?” Sholi asks. “Who says the changes have to be bad? And do you really think your parents wouldn't accept you? I don't know them, but if they raised a daughter like you, they can't be too bad.”

Masa blushes. “I mean, they've always been pretty cool about trans people, but… what if they're only cool when it's not their child? That's a thing right?”

“It is, but do you think your parents are those kind of people?”

Masa hesitates. “I don't think so.”

“Okay. Good. Progress is being made. Now, how do you feel about your gender? Like, when you think about yourself.”

“That's-” Masa hesitates when the waiter approaches again, letting him set the food down and leave before resuming her thought. “That's a hard question. I know I don't feel like a boy, but I don't think I feel much like a girl either. I dunno. It's weird.”

Sholi swallowed the bite in her mouth. “I think all gender is weird. I mean, for all intents and purposes I'm a trans woman, but I don't feel like one. I just feel like me, and me happens to like being femme.”

“I like being fem,” Masa agrees. “I want to experiment though.”

“Experiment is good. With clothes? Pronouns? Is she/her okay? I know I've been calling you that, but I can easily stop.”

“Maybe try they? I like the way it sounds?”

“I can do that. What about your name? Is Masa a good name or something you want to change?”

“Masa is good,” she agrees quickly. Changing her given name was something she’d never put much thought into, and she didn’t feel like adjusting it spur of the moment. Pronouns were easy compared to changing her entire name. At least she thought as much. “I like Masa. I’ve… I’ve never thought about being anyone else. I just don’t know what pronouns I want people to use.”

“Okay. That’s fine,” Sholi assures her. “You can be anyone you want to be with me. I won’t judge.”

Masa nods. “Okay.” That’s actually more comforting than Sholi maybe realizes. As much as she - er, they? - loved their identity, there was also a level of pressure associated with it. Masa Yukimura was the daughter of adventurers who worked hard and saved a lot of people with their respective abilities. What was Masa in comparison? A screw up who accidentally started house fires because they couldn’t control their magic.

Masa Yukimura carried a lot of weight, but it was a weight that Masa wasn’t sure they wanted to get rid of entirely. Not when the name came with so many good memories and cherished moments with her family. Masa was who they were, good and bad, and changing that felt… wrong. Besides, the name was fairly gender-neutral so it worked regardless of whatever their gender turned out to be. “Did you change yours?”

Sholi’s face falls ever so slightly before she quickly plasters a smile back on. Masa starts to take back her words, but before she can get a sound out, Sholi says, “Not exactly but kind of? I, uh, I was found on a doorstep outside Gridania. I dunno what my birth name was, if I even had one. One of the workers named me, but it never quite felt right. When Ma adopted me, she offered the name Sholi after the daughter she always wanted, and I eagerly accepted it. I was about nine or ten though, I think.” They wonder how she can be uncertain of her age, but then realize that if she was left on a doorstep, no one would have much of a way of knowing how old the baby was.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. The past is the past. I try not to dwell on it.”

Masa is mildly skeptical but decides they’ve caused enough harm already. She decides to change the subject. “So what brought you to Limsa?”

Sholi looks amused, evidently realizing the change of subject for what it is. “The city mostly. I’ve always wanted to see the ocean. I don’t know if I plan to stay forever, but I’m not keen on leaving just yet.”

They nod. “My Papa’s from here,” she says. “He’s always told me stories about the place, and I wanted to see it for myself. Plus, I hear they have some of the best mages in the world, at least according to him.”

Sholi laughs, a sound that turns Masa’s cheeks a delicate pink. “I dunno about that. Gridania’s got some pretty impressive ones too, but yeah, I hear this place is one of the best if ya got magic in ya.”

The rest of the conversation flows freely and before Masa knows it, the sky has gone dark and their meals are long gone. About the time it occurs to Masa that they probably don’t have enough to cover this entire meal, Sholi waves over the waiter and hands him a sac full of gil. “Wha-?”

Sholi turns back to them with a smile. “It’s no trouble.”

“But it was my idea to eat out? And I was incredibly late aside from that!”

She shrugs. “I know, but it’s also your first day in town, and I want to treat you.” Masa gapes at her. “If you really want to, next time we go out, you can pay.”

“Okay,” Masa agrees before the words catch up with her. Next time? Sholi wanted to go out with her again? “Wait, you want to go out with me again?”

Sholi giggles. “Of course. I had fun chatting with you. Besides, someone has to help you figure out this gender stuff.”

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What Ascendant playtest class would be best for you, a guide.

Because I'm a stupid maniac who can't stop dev work even when I have a mental breakdown from stress and the weight of the world, the Ascendant V0 Playtest (which is not public and never will be) has 10 core classes for any poor motherfucker who decides to play the game to choose from; but which one would be right for you? Lets find out...

THE ADHERENT

The love child of the PF2E Magus and the DnD5E Warlock, the Adherent is a mobile skirmish-fighter with the ability to do the most stupid thing possible, but spells into their sword. Thats right, instead of abusing range, you can run right up to the man who just shot you in the face and hit them with a fireball, by putting it inside of your sword. Fun! Adherents gain the ability to slap spells into their sword by making deals with extremely dubious entities and being general edgy fuckers. The Adherent is the perfect class for somebody who wants a mobile skirmish fighter, but be warned: They lack flexibility with their spell list.

THE ARCANIST

The Arcanist is the world's biggest nerd. Instead of just abusing the unmatched power of the void, or being born with an actual miracle inside of them, or drawing the negative energy from the earth, or making a deal with an actual live demon... Arcanists went to school and studied a whole lot. Arcanists are generalist casters, able to access the most flexible list of spells and excel at AoE damage and utility-based casting; their core feature, Surge, allows them to empower their spells for greater effects.

THE CAVALIER

Do you want to be a dashing, roguish fighter with the ability to dazzle and confuse your enemies with your giant coat and dashing good looks? You should play a Cavalier. The Cavalier is a Dueling specialized martial character who is extremely cocky and good at lying. Their main feature is Flourish, which allows them to wave their sword in a funny way and gain a special dice they can use to do things like... impale their enemies on their swords. The Cavalier is generally just a dashing duel-oriented character, ideal for somebody who likes playing somebody with a severe narcissistic disorder.

THE BEHEMOTH

Do you want to be the Wall? Do you want to embody the spirit of the Destiny 2 Void Titan? You should play a behemoth. Behemoths do one thing super well: Take damage. They gain a specialized Taunt ability that allows them to draw enemy focus, and gain special access to the elusive d12 hit dice, something nobody else has. They gain access to a list of maneuvers based around supporting their teammates and making them the biggest target possible, they are cool, I like them. The Behemoth is ideal for people who want to play out the 'Tank' fantasy and take the frontline for their squishier teammates.

THE EXECUTIONER

do YOU like outputting so much damage your Game Master starts to claw their own eyes out? Do YOU wish that the Rogue from Dungeons and Dragons Fifth Edition was actually viable? Do YOU want to have a giant sword and hit people so hard their ancestors feel it? Then the Executioner is the right class for you. The Executioner core ability is called... wait for it... Execute. It allows them to add a whole fuck ton of d10s to a very special melee weapon attack when a hostile creature is suffering from an illness or other condition like blinded, or stunned, or grappled, or damned, or any other of the stupid effects I've written. The Executioner is great for somebody who wants to work with their team and put out massive nova damage.

THE SHAMAN

Do you want to play somebody with magic but also a whole bunch of customization options? Do YOU want to commune with the eldritch spirits of nature and call down curses of actual death upon your foes? Do YOU want access to the best battlefield control spell list in the entire game? You should play a Shaman! Shamans gain a special feature called Cruses; Curses actively drain your Sanity but provide either a powerful negative effect or a large aura for your teammates to take effect of. Shamans also gain the ability to tap into other classes' spell lists, or turn themselves into a bear if you choose Circle of Beasts. The Shaman is a great class for anybody who wants to play a customizable half-caster with the ability to be built into anything you really want.

THE TEMPLAR

If your girl wears heavy armor, can smite their foes with the power of god, has a d10 hit dice (when all the other martial have a d8), and can heal people, that's not your girl. That's a Templar! The Templar is a frontline support tank. They're frankly the most complicated class, and have a whole slew of subclass options. They can be specialized into either support or damage, and gain special powers they can use through their class resource, which is the Divine Strength Dice. A pool of d6 they can use for healing, hurt, or to channel the will of GOD (whichever one you like) to do all sorts of fun things, like go fast, or make everybody really really scared. The Templar is a good class for anybody that wants to play a frontline tank with the ability to output good damage and heal.

THE THAUMATURGE

Has your mom or parental figure ever told you you were special? Because the Thaumaturge probably never needed to be told that. The Thaumaturge is a very special boi who was lucky enough to actually be blessed by GOD (whichever one you like) and now is extremely good at doing things like... healing, and burning people with the sun. The Thaumaturge is all about one thing: support. Their core feature, Inner Strength, allows them to restore allies' hitpoints AND sanity, and they gain access to a wide variety of team buff, support, and divine damage spells. The thaumaturge is a good class for you if you want to fulfill a supportive and blessed role in your party.

VOIDWALKER

because some people like to drive themselves insane, and the voidwalker is that guy. The voidwalker looked at the infinite sentient expanse of The void and decided 'imma make it my bitch' even though it could just delete them instantly. The void walker says 'fuck it, we ball' and actively degrades their mental health to roll obscene amounts of dice and add them to their spell damage. Given the fact that they have the second-most damage-focused spell list in the game, you can literally just roll 100d6 and say 'ok fuck you GM, I deal 500 Chaos Damage'. The Voidwalker is a good class for people who want to say 'fuuck it we ball' and delete their mental health while dealing stupid amounts of damage and have a d4 hit dice.

WARRIOR

Do you want to use sword good? Play a warrior. Really I mean it, the Warrior is the premier damage class. Able to use a ton of weapons well, and hit things a ton with their Critical feature, Press Advantage. So when you crit, you get to attack again, no matter how many times you've attacked. If you want to play somebody who's a master of combat, and has some of the most wildly varied subclasses (and most flexible maneuvers) in the game, you should play a Warrior!

And that should do it. I'll see y'all never!

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