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localvoidcat · 8 months

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more detailed notes on the eva au characters

i'm deranged about this. most of these were decided upon with @forgetmenautical ^_^ have some beasts

adam: angel that is not aware he’s an angel (was probably replaced by one as a child and has just lived his life like this). he’s called by his father to come and use the evangelion and he links with it immediately. has trouble getting along with the other pilots and…anyone he interacts with honestly. spends the majority of his time in the evangelion to the point where they keep trying to get him out of it

evangelion listens TOO closely to him. acts on subconscious thought

he was that angel found at the bottom of the lake. lmao. lol even. he doesn’t really know this

sarah: agreed to becoming a pilot for the sole reason of wanting to honor mark’s legacy. in all actuality she’s terrified of it, but doesn’t want to lose the only ties to her brother she has. very hostile towards mcp3 for their involvement in his death but stays with them anyway. gets along with ruth because they both don’t trust anyone here

only stays at nerv to honor mark’s legacy. the longer she stays, and the more danger she’s in, the more she wonders if this is what he would want

tries to leave at a certain point. they won’t let her

was given mark’s evangelion. she feels sick every time. swears she can hear him

relationship with cesar deteriorates the more she goes into the evangelion. tries to kill him at some point

evelin: i haven’t figured her stuff out yet. was here before adam and sarah but keeps getting put in situations (her evangelion keeps going berserk HELP HER). dave kind of took her in but she decides to look into the nerv secrets on her own since he won’t say anything. tries to be friends with adam but something is just so deeply wrong with him and she keeps getting involved. sarah’s mostly normal near-murders aside

TOTALLY not a false human. cause i’d never have her parallel adam ever

you’ve never seen a sadder pilot in your entire life

jonah: meets adam through school and immediately tries to befriend him. he thinks the two of them are very close friends (they are not. adam doesn’t like him). upon becoming a pilot, he goes into his first fight and his evangelion corrupts. adam goes to fight the rogue evangelion but ends up using way too much force. jonah either gets severely injured but he STILL keeps trying to be positive

uses cesar’s old eva in the fight. it doesn’t sync well with him.

after the head of his evangelion is ripped off, he’s incapable of speech for a month after the fact. he doesn’t respond to stimuli.

mark: one of the first pilots used. his main reason for joining nerv was so that he could protect sarah (and look how well that went!). he was murdered by cesar’s berserk evangelion.

didn’t realize cesar was controlled by the angel during their last fight. spent his last moments in utter terror.

cesar: same as mark. during one of their battles, an angel took over cesar/his evangelion and used him to kill mark. after this happens, he’s kept under surveillance by nerv, and becomes a psychologist for them later in life. he doesn’t trust them after mark’s death, and tries to convince the pilots that staying isn’t worth it. he’s banned from talking to adam.

keeps trying to help sarah escape. issue is that she still blames him for mark’s death on some level

very tense with mcp3 since they were part of the reason why everything happened

thatcher’s superior. lmao

something is SO WRONG with him. how are you a therapist you need that

thatcher: a scientist at nerv (thatcher, ruth, and dave all joined after graduating college). joined because he wanted to help people but has realized over the years that nerv is doing the opposite of that. he lets adam (and later, sarah) stay with him when they join as pilots despite being the worst possible person to have roommates. knows that his friends are hiding something from him, but he’s too busy with trying to not let these kids die to explore deeper

friends with cesar. kind of. it’s hard to truly be friends with someone when you were partially responsible for the death of their best friend but they try

tries to help adam and sarah. doesn’t go too well

dave: another scientist. he works very closely with the magi and spends the majority of his time in those damn computer tunnels. knows the whole deal with the evangelions and lilith and all of that, but doesn’t tell ruth or thatcher about it. doesn’t really let himself realize that what he’s doing is wrong, he keeps trying to convince himself that this is a good idea (and putting children in living mech suits is ALWAYS a good idea). has to realize that isn’t true when it’s already too late

as mentioned earlier. takes in evelin upon meeting her. since jude sucks LMAO

feels bad about lying to his friends but what is he gonna do. tell the truth (TELL THE TRUTH. PLEASE)

ruth: also a scientist. unlike thatcher, she realizes dave’s lying and decides to do something about it in between trying to do her job. starts trying to get into the basement + figure out what the evangelions are. most probably doomed but she can stay silly. ends up befriending sarah on account of both of them not trusting this place at all.

occasionally checks on thatcher. this is how she met sarah actually

doesn’t trust adam as far as she can throw him but hey she trusts thatcher’s judgement (she really shouldn’t this will only end poorly)

jude: runs nerv. there isn’t too much to say about him he sucks LMAO. knows about adam being an angel but decides he can use that for the evangelion purposes. doesn’t talk to him outside of that though

#tmc evangelion au #blehh. anyways #ask to tag

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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"I'm truly sorry, but I don't think we've ever met." memory loss angst? 👉👈🥺

anon... fam, this turned into an emotional rollercoaster and totally stole my braincell.

3.8k words. angst with a happy ending.

tw: memory loss, minor anxiety, repressed memories, idiots to lovers, whump, angst with a happy ending, angst with a fluffy ending

---

It’s been three hours, five minutes, and forty-two seconds since the frigid breeze whipped Geralt’s angry words at him, shattering his fragile, stupid heart to pieces. Every syllable rings through Jaskier’s head over and over, slamming into him from all directions and crippling him with a bone-deep pain far worse than anything he’s ever felt before. The ache ebbs and flows, lancing through him with every step. Not even Geralt’s first frustrated blow to his abdomen had been this terrible.

Geralt… That’s the problem, isn’t it? He hadn’t been smart enough to get out of the gorgeous Witcher’s long, silvery hair soon enough. He’d overstayed his welcome, fallen in love in the meantime, and is now very out of sorts (and also alone in unfamiliar territory). The bard laughs but it’s a hollow sound. Jaskier has reached the edge of hysteria, his intelligent blue eyes now vacant and unseeing. Even as he stumbles through the underbrush, all he can picture is the snarl on Geralt’s face as the Witcher yells at Destiny to take Jaskier off his hands.

Jaskier’s own hands are covered in sap and splinters from pushing tree branches away from his face as he traverses the darkening forest. His hair is full of debris and his clothes are torn and dirty; Geralt has all of his emergency supplies, still. Jaskier is pretty sure that his lute is still strapped over his shoulder but he realizes, with no small amount of surprise, that he doesn’t actually care.

He doesn’t have the capacity anymore.

He can’t care… caring hurts too much.

If only Destiny had taken him off Geralt’s hands. Maybe then it would be okay. Maybe then, if Geralt was well and truly free of him and his irritating presence, the Witcher could be happy. He and Yennefer will surely come back around, they always seem to, and Ciri will be joining them soon enough it seems.

There’s no need - no room - for a humble bard anymore.

Only five hours, thirty minutes, and twelve seconds after Geralt’s outburst at the top of the mountain, Jaskier’s delicate human body succumbs to the stress of the day.

He drops to the forest floor without a sound, grateful for the darkness.

---

Yennefer finds the bard in a heap a few miles away from the previous night’s elevated campsite. When she presses the back of her hand to his forehead she yanks it away almost immediately; he’s burning up, and his skin is clammy and sticky with sweat. The feathery bangs he flicks about and preens so much are stuck to his forehead and temples. He’s on the verge of shaking apart and Yennefer tosses her head imperiously, swearing.

“Damnit, Geralt. You and your incredibly foolish need to be alone all the time so you can brood and self-flagellate. Me, an ageless sorceress from one of the greatest magic schools on the Continent? I can handle a thorough tongue lashing. Fuck, I’m older than you and I’ve seen far worse but this… oh, you great lummox. You absolute bastard…” Yennefer mutters to herself as she assesses the bard’s deteriorating state of health, ranting to an invisible Geralt all the while. “You’re absolutely going to be hearing from me about this, Wolf.”

--- Three days, one hour, and fifteen minutes after Geralt dismissed him forever, Jaskier wakes up with a loud gasp and a violent shudder. He blinks slowly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright light streaming in through a window. Whatever he’s lying on is comfortable and the sheets smell fresh and bright, like lilac and freesia. A hint of gooseberry lies beneath it all, delicate and sweet. He glances around the space and finds it to be relatively bare; a guest room, perhaps. Maybe he’s a servant at some noble house?

Jaskier only really knows that his name is Jaskier and that he plays music. He’s also rather talented with floral arrangements.

Shortly after he’s finished purveying his (borrowed?) chamber, the very image of grace, beauty, and terror enters the room. The woman, whose coppery skin and enchanting violet eyes practically glow in the midafternoon sun, smiles down at him in a way that toes the line between Motherly and Shark-like.

“How are you feeling, Jaskier?”

“I’m alright. And you?”

“Just fine. Geralt really did a number on us, huh?” she asks, a playful grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. He has the feeling that something isn’t right; she shouldn’t be looking at him so kindly.

Her expression changes from friendly to horrified to confused in an instant, as soon as Jaskier manages to ask: “Who’s Geralt? And, pardon me, but I feel as if something is rather amiss. Who are you, my Lady?”

Whoever the gorgeous and terrifying woman is, she grimaces briefly. Then, as if by magic, the comforting smile returns. “I’m Yennefer, of course. I saved your life a few years ago, remember?”

Jaskier wracks his brain but cannot call the occasion to mind. “Unfortunately no, I don’t remember your no doubt heroic deed. Although I suppose that means I’m in your debt, doesn’t it? Do I work for you? Is that why I’m here?”

The woman blinks a few times, slowly, and then nods. “You’re my gardener and personal musician.”

Jaskier brightens, happy to have found himself in a safe environment.

“But you’ve had a nasty illness and your mind is clearly fatigued. Rest another day or two and then we can see about getting you back into the fresh air.”

“Thank you, my Lady,” Jaskier nods.

“Yen is fine.”

“Thank you, Yen. I don’t know where I’d be without you,” he grins.

---

Yennefer turns away to hide her pained expression. You’d probably still be with your beloved Witcher.

She makes her way to the kitchen to fix Jaskier something to eat. He must be hungry after spending three days in a deep, healing sleep. She hadn’t been expecting the amnesia, though; it was an unexpected but not unsurprising turn of events. Heartbreak had done stranger things than a little bit of fever-induced memory loss. When she’d delved briefly into his mind she hadn’t seen any sign of Geralt. His face was absent from the bard’s consciousness; she would have needed to dig to unearth those memories. Whatever the Witcher had done was grievous, especially if Jaskier’s mind compensated with something as dramatic as burying Geralt completely to save itself from further harm.

No matter, she decides, the bard can stay here as long as he likes. It’s the least I can do for all the upset Geralt and I have caused him. Where is that idiot Witcher, anyway?

The sorceress quickly clears her agenda and her mind before returning to her guest room with a large tray of food, a bottle of Toussainti red under her arm. “Jaskier, darling, let’s get your convalescence started in style!”

---

2 months later

---

Jaskier watches a strange man ride up the long path to Yennefer’s manor, the hilts of his twin swords glinting in the sun where they’re slung over his shoulder. He has long white hair and the most devastating jawline the bard/gardener (or ‘bardener’ as he says to irritate his darling employer) has ever laid eyes on. He’s clad all in black, from his plain linen shirt to his tight leather trousers; Jaskier thinks he’d also look rather lovely in dark blue or perhaps forest green.

In front of him, wrapped securely against his chest by one strong arm, sits a little girl with ashen hair and frightened eyes. Haunted eyes. Jaskier’s mind fills with ballads, some familiar and some oddly dreamlike, their lyrics half-obscured and hazy. Ciri, he thinks for no reason. Her name is Ciri. And she is a Princess.

The brunette scurries from the garden alongside the house to the kitchen, searching for the familiar cloud of Yennefer’s strong perfume. “My Lady?”

“Darling?” the sorceress replies, coming around the corner. She raises her perfectly maintained eyebrows and her lips quirk up into a smirk. “Did you sprint all the way from the west lawn?”

“There’s a- strange man- on the- drive!” he huffs. “White hair- horse!”

“Oh,” her eyes go wide with surprise. Then, in a split second, they narrow to slits. “Oh.”

“Do you, uhm, know him?” Jaskier asks, twiddling his fingers. “He’s rather handsome, Yen. Is he a former lover?”

“Unfortunately,” she growls. “I can’t believe it’s taken him two fucking months to get here. He’d better have a damned good excuse.”

By now Jaskier can breathe normally again and he straightens up, shaking his long, shaggy hair from his eyes. “He had a child with him. She looked scared, Yen.”

“Cirilla!”

Yennefer dashes for the front door and Jaskier follows instinctually. They’re always together and he can’t bear to let her confront this man alone. He’s spent every waking moment with Yen since he awoke that first day and she has grown to be his dearest friend; he’ll protect her even unto death. “Yenna, what’s wrong? Who is he!?”

“Geralt of Rivia,” she snarls. The name seems familiar; maybe from a ballad or story? Perhaps Yen has mentioned him before?

“What about Geralt of Rivia?” a low, rumbling bass asks from the front hallway. Jaskier and Yennefer arrive in the doorway together and the man, Geralt apparently, takes a shaky step back. He recoils a bit, as if he’s been slapped, and Yennefer’s smile grows cruel. His voice, still incredibly low but now with a slight tremor to it, stutters out; “Wha- Yen, what is he- Jaskier? I only came to ask for help with Ciri, I didn’t know- I didn’t-”

Geralt’s stammered speech tapers off into silence and Yennefer’s brow furrows a second time. When the sorceress sets eyes on the child, who cannot be more than twelve years old, her expression softens again. Jaskier watches the most imposing woman in the world kneel, taking one small, pale hand in both of her own. “My name is Yennever of Vengerberg, former Sorceress of Aretuza. I am honored to meet you, Princess Cirilla. Geralt has come seeking protection, no doubt, and it is easily granted. I will do everything I can to help you.”

“Thank you, Lady Yennefer. And, uhm… Ciri’s fine,” the girl replies. Her voice is high and reedy, shot through with anxiety. She’s so young, Jaskier frowns. And yet she seems to have weathered an incredible storm.

“Ciri,” the bard bows from the doorway, low and dramatic. He sweeps his arm out to the side and bends his knees as awkwardly as possible, “I am Jaskier, private troubadour and gardener extraordinaire, under the employ of the magnanimous and dangerous Lady Yennefer, here. It is my greatest honor to make your very mighty and very royal acquaintance.”

“You’re silly, Master Jaskier,” the child giggles, hiding her mouth behind her hands. Geralt’s eyes grow wide and dart between Jaskier and the girl. Yennefer makes meaningful eye contact before nodding toward the door. Jaskier looks down at Ciri again when she asks: “Do you grow lots of flowers in Lady Yennefer’s garden, or just herbs and things for magic?”

“I grow lots of things all over the property,” the brunette man steps forward and offers Ciri his hand, gesturing towards the front door with the other. “Would you like to come and take a look? I know all the scientific names, you can even quiz me if you like.”

“I know some,” she smiles shyly, accepting the offered hand. “May I go take a look at the gardens, Geralt?”

“Go ahead,” the Witcher nods dumbly. “Jaskier will take good care of you.”

“That I will. Now, let’s take a look at the flowers and let these silly adults have a chat,” Jaskier grins. He winks at Yennefer and disappears out the door, exiled Princess in tow.

The two lively companions have toured through all the medicinal herbs and are halfway through Yennefer’s large collection of rose variations when the two other members of the party approach. Geralt looks sheepish, his eyes downcast. Yennefer looks triumphant; she is radiant in her victory as always.

Geralt steps forward, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Jaskier, I’ve come to apologize for what happened when we parted.”

“Excuse me?” the bard chuckles, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t know what you’re apologizing for, exactly.”

“When I yelled at you after the dragon hunt. It was only two months ago, Jaskier, surely you remember?”

Jaskier blushes, glancing anxiously between Geralt and his friend, whose violet eyes are stormy with emotion, “I'm truly sorry, but I don't think we've ever met."

Geralt gasps sharply and takes a step back, as he did in the entryway. Jaskier winces, seemingly on instinct, and shies away from the larger man. “You don’t remember me?”

“No…” Jaskier sighs. “I really don't. Should I?”

“You don’t… You don’t even remember Toss a Coin?”

“Oh, that ditty from town?” Jaskier perks up. “I know that song! It always gets stuck in my head.”

“You… You wrote that song,” Geralt’s face crumples. “About our first adventure together outside of Posada. With the elves and the sylvan...”

“I’ve never been to Posada,” Jaskier laughs, waving his hand dismissively. “They hate bards. They prefer troupes of traveling play-actors. Posada is far too serious for my tastes.”

Geralt seems to be in agony. His chest rises and falls unevenly, as if he’s on the verge of tears but unable to shed them. Can Witchers cry?

How does he know that Geralt is a Witcher? Is it the two swords, the scars, or the strange eyes? How does he know that those are common Witcher traits?

His stomach lurches and he turns away from the group in case he needs to be sick. The ground spins and shivers in little ripples around him, unstable and impermanent beneath his feet. Yennefer is calling his name from somewhere far away and a pair of warm, strong arms are looped around his waist. Still, he can’t seem to breathe. Or focus.

There’s something missing.

He starts to hum, trying to remember the words of that damned song.

The rest of the world fades in and out around him, finally disappearing altogether.

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He’s gorgeous.

Jaskier shoves another roll into his pocket. His eyes are focused on the man in the corner. He has long, snow-white hair and his shoulders are hunched forward protectively, as if he can hold the world out by sitting by himself. He’s glaring the table into submission, one fist clenched around his tankard.

I want to write him a thousand ballads. I want to know what his hair looks like when he wakes up in the morning, before he brushes it out again. I want to know if he snores. I want… he stops himself.

He makes his way across the room with eyes only for the stranger. “I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.”

The man looks away and Jaskier notices that his irises are gold. “I’m here to drink alone.”

Gods, his fucking voice… Velvet and gravel all at once. Melitele, does Jaskier want. “Good, yeah. Good. No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance… except for you.”

The man, the Witcher, Jaskier realizes, rolls his eyes.

“Come on,” he wheedles, sitting down across from the gorgeous stranger. “You don’t want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting. You must have some review for me, three words or less.”

The man’s face stays stoic, expressionless. “They don’t exist.”

He realizes shortly thereafter that this man is not just any Witcher but the infamous Butcher of Blaviken, Geralt of Rivia. He could try to disengage himself from such a daunting character; he could easily make some kind of excuse and disappear back to the troubadour’s path, heading towards civilization, but it’s already too late. He doesn’t want to leave Geralt’s side ever again; he wants to write all those ballads he was thinking about earlier, when he glanced across the room.

Jaskier has fallen head over heels in love. ---

Geralt cradles Jaskier against his chest and presses his nose deep into those chestnut brown waves. “Wake up, Jaskier. Come back to me, bard, it’s been too long.”

“Don’t you usually go all winter without seeing him?” Yennefer asks from the doorway.

“It’s hell,” he replies easily. There’s no point in hiding his feelings from her. “I miss him every minute of every day.”

“Verbose this evening,” she remarks, taking a seat by the fire. “He’s dreaming, you know. He’s remembering you.”

“He’d forgotten?”

“He’d repressed it all,” she shrugs. “When I found him that day, feverish and nearly dead on the side of that godsforsaken mountain, he was barely coherent enough to open his eyes. He just kept asking for you, Geralt. Over and over he called for you, reaching his arms up, weak as they were. Gods, it was pitiful to watch.”

Geralt swallows.

“I thought you were going to come back sooner. I was surprised when his memories didn’t resurface after two or three weeks. Short-term memory loss after a fever isn’t uncommon but repressing twenty years worth of feelings and experiences-” she whistles lowly “-it was impressive and tragic, all at once.”

“He forgot me?”

“Entirely.”

Geralt glances down, shame-faced. He adjusts Jaskier in his arms, holding him close and pillowing the bard’s head against his shoulder. “I deserve it, Yen.”

“He’s remembering now, though. He’ll probably be a little less than pleased to see you when he wakes up, but he knows who you are.”

“When will he wake?”

“Can’t say,” she shrugs again. “After I brought him back from the mountain it took three days for him to wake up. The first day was magically induced but after that it was just him… exhausted and heartbroken to the point of self-induced amnesia.”

“Fuck, Yen,” Geralt groaned, pressing his forehead into the soft warmth of Jaskier’s cheek. “How can I make it up to him?”

“Stay.”

“Hmm?”

“When he wakes up and he’s angry and upset, stay. Don’t stomp off or blow up or freak out,” she instructs. “If he asks you to leave, go, but otherwise… prove yourself, Geralt of Rivia. You wanted to be a knight once, didn’t you? Now’s your chance to play Prince Charming. Get down on your lovely knees and beg and apologize.”

“Hmm. How’s Ciri?”

“Fed, bathed, and put to bed. I’ll take care of her for as long as it takes you two morons to make nice again. Good luck, Geralt, I’m sure he’ll forgive you too easily for my tastes.”

She stands from her seat and leaves just as efficiently as she entered, carefully closing the door behind her. Geralt lays Jaskier back on the bed and takes a seat beside him on the mattress, kneeling just within touching distance, should Jaskier reach out for reassurance in his sleep. Geralt closes his eyes and slips easily into meditation.

The Witcher is pulled from his trance a few hours later when Jaskier makes a startled sound and tries to sit up. Geralt opens his eyes and splays one warm, broad hand against Jaskier’s chest, forcing him back against the goose down pillows. “Stay still, Jaskier. You’re feverish and weak.”

“I’m still dreaming,” the bard grumbles, reaching to rub at his eyes with the heels of his hands. It’s adorable and Geralt grins widely, warmth spilling into his chest from some newly discovered fount of happiness. “You’re being too nice to me, Witcher.”

“I’m so sorry, Jaskier, for everything.”

“What’s everything, Geralt?”

“I’m sorry for pushing you away when I was angry and confused instead of communicating with you. I’m sorry for hurting you with my brash words and foolish actions; you have always deserved so much better and I’m so afraid that I can never give that to you. I take the wrong step at every turn, it seems, and yet you stay by my side. I didn’t want to risk hurting you the way I’ve already hurt Yen and Ciri, by tying us together against your will.”

“Darling Geralt,” the bard sighs. The Witcher scoots slightly closer and Jaskier lays a gentle hand atop his thigh. “It has always been my greatest pleasure to travel the Path with you and write of our adventures. I appreciate your concern for my agency and wellbeing, dear heart, but I am quite happy spending my entire human life in your presence.”

“Hmm,” the Witcher frowns. “You’re going to die someday.”

“And? So are you. So shall Yennefer, maybe.”

“Not likely,” Geralt jokes. Jaskier grins and the sight of it is so heartwarming that the Witcher wishes he could break down into tears. At least then Jaskier could see just how deeply his feelings ran. “I’m sorry, Jaskier, for blaming you for things that I brought upon myself. I love you dearly, and I hope that someday you can choose to travel with me again.”

“Excuse me?”

“I hope that you’ll-”

“No, the other bit.”

“I love you?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Oh. Yes, I-” Geralt clears his throat and looks Jaskier in the eyes, gold and blue locked together, “I love you very much, Jaskier.”

“Fuck.”

“May I kiss you, Jaskier?”

“Yes,” the bard breathes.

And then Geralt is lifting him up into his lap, one hand cradling Jaskier’s skull so so fucking carefully. Geralt’s other arm supports his waist, holding him steady. Their lips come together softly, carefully, and Jaskier’s soul spirals up to the ceiling with joy, his body abandoned. He is merely a vessel for the happiness that comes with kissing his Witcher. When they pull apart, both men are grinning like fools. “Oh, dear heart.”

“Yes, my love?”

“Never stop calling me that.”

“I swear I won’t, my love.”

From downstairs, Geralt hears Yennefer mutter, “Fucking finally.”

It takes twenty-two years, seven months, and one day, but Geralt and Jaskier manage to figure things out.

#bounceacoinoffyouranons #geraskier #amnesia #amensiac jaskier #memory loss #rare species fix it #the witcher netflix #the witcher ficlet #geraskier fluff #angst with a happy ending #fluff and angst #whump with a happy ending #jaskier whump #yennefer #yen and jaskier are bitchy theatre bffs #and you can't stop me #anon you really got me fucked up

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kanerallels · 2 years

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Aww yeah both Ezra and Sabine for character asks :)

Aw heck yeah my kids!!!! I love them so much!

Ezra first:

First impression: Something along the lines of "this kid is a total punk and I already like him"

Impression now: *kicks down door* LOOK AT MY SOOOOOOOOOOOOON *throws vase* PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD I'M LOOKING FOR *smashes table* THERE IS SO MUCH MORE INSIDE ME NOW

(yeah I'm not normal lol)

Favorite moment: Oh. Dang. How am I supposed to choose one? Okay, I'll choose a serious moment and an Ezra moment lol. Serious moment: Either the finale because reasons I can't discuss without crying, or Steps Into Shadows. Both parts, because it just shows that Ezra was trying to become Kanan for the team, but he was also so afraid and angry and struggling. And when his space dad came back for him *chef's kiss* Beautiful. My friend @heckin-music-dork has this lovely post about some excellent parallels in that scene (which I just spent upwards of fifteen minutes looking for I kid you not. I'm dedicated, what can I say?)

Favorite classically Ezra moment is probably "Roger? Wait, who's roger?"

Idea for a story: Uhhhh *looks at ridiculously long list of SWR fan fic ideas* Let's go with one I've had around for a while and may or may not ever write-- in the end of SWR, when he does the whole purrgil thing, he accidentally time travels back to the beginning of SWR. But so does Thrawn. And so they just get stuck in this time loop trying to thwart each other. Sometimes they take other people back with them, sometimes Thrawn just jumps straight to Lothal and starts blowing stuff up, etc. No idea how it would end-- ideally, with Kanan saved and Thrawn brought to justice or something

Unpopular opinion: Does me kinda liking Sabezra count? If not, then maybe just the fact that I like him and there are people out there who do not. He's my fluffy boy, and I love him your honor

Favorite relationship: Much though I love him and Sabine's friendship, it's probably he and Kanan's relationship. THAT'S HIS FATHER OKAY??? *is highly emotional* Oh! But my other choice would be he and Hondo's relationship. It makes me happy

Favorite headcanon: Kanan teaches Ezra how to cook

Sabine's is under the cut because this got VERY long lol

First impression: Heyyy, isn't she the one who loves explosives?

Impression now: HECK YES QUEEN LEGEND EVERYONE APPRECIATE HER (also I really really want that haircut)

Favorite moment: *insert all of Trials of the Darksaber here but especially the final fight scene*

Idea for a story: So I'm not saying I have a Sabezra Aladdin retelling where there's also some DELIGHTFUL background Kanera but I 101 percent have that

Unpopular opinion: She should be Queen of Mandalore your honor. Actually, I don't know if I really feel that way, but she is a queen in personality. Plus, Sabine with the Darksaber made me way way too happy, soooooooo... that

Favorite relationship: Am I allowed to say her relationship with Kanan? Kidding, I don't care. Her relationship with Kanan. It makes me feel things

Favorite headcanon: I don't know if this is a headcanon, exactly, but she needs her own lightsaber that is all

Character ask game!

#thanks for the ask!!#ezra bridger #sabine wren #i'm so sorry this was so long #but you asked about two of my space children #this was gonna be long lol #swr #ghost fam #star wars rebels

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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I’m so so happy you liked my Stannis headcanons bc he is such a difficult character for me to write and you know him so well. I’m flattered you even considered them!~

I have so many Ramsay hcs my actual cinnamonroll. There isn't nearly enough headcanon about his mother or childhood. And I have a soft place in my heart for child hc in general. So if anyone here 💗s him as much as I do, I made some..

Ramsay was known around the village for being ill-tempered and cruel toward the other children

Mostly they stayed away from him and didn’t include him in any of their games :(

Occasionally he played with the sons of the village smith and fishermen, only because they were the roughest children of the village

He spent almost all of his time outdoors exploring in the forest and making snares to trap small animals

Sometimes he would bring back the game he had killed to his mother. Ive seen this hc other places and love it so much. It was then that he received the greatest amount of attention from her

When Ramsay was old enough he had to help his mother around the mill. He was also expected to help with the cooking and tidying things in the cottage

His mother tried to teach him not to break things in anger or throw stones at cripples ☺️ but that didn't work

She hit him when he acted like a brat

Most of the time he was well behaved. Sometimes though when he wanted attention he would do things to purposely make his mother angry just to get her to punish him 🥺

Occasionally his pouting worked on her, and then she would give him what he wanted and dote on him

She was likely an inconsistent parent. He would never know how she would act each day

He hated not getting his own way, and would storm off to be sullen if something happened like he didn't win at a game. He was definitely a sulky child

For some reason I wanted to attempt a few childhood!Stannis hcs too so..~

Your idea of Stannis having a repetitive hobby and being fasciated by How It's Made omg I remember that show from childhood is perfect. I feel like as a child he was interested in things like model airplanes and 3D wood puzzles, like smart toys

He liked watching shows and documentaries on nature/history/war from PBS and the Discovery Channel too

He would have been on the honor roll and won academic awards throughout school, which made his parents vv proud

I feel like his handwriting was always a messy scrawl, but he took lots of notes in class and filled more notebooks with the things he researched on his own

Although he grew up in a wealthy household, he wasn't spoiled. His parents had class and were not at all flashy with their money; I feel like they would be the kind of people who drive normal cars and wear tasteful, understated clothing

They definitely taught him the value of working vv hard and having a drive to achieve great things in life, which he did

I'm so sorry this is so long but hcs are so fcking fun to write

If I can share more on your page I will but I completely understand if they're annoying

And I adore your work (⊃｡^‿^｡)⊃

OMG yesssss so all this Ramsay is so good. I rlly love him playing with the "bad" kids of the village, but of course... Ramsay is probably worse. Probs a really bad influence on them. I can see there being an "incidient" and then his mother forbids him from being around the village boys. She doesn't want to get run out of town.

I wanna to add that she was probs a not great parent, like "inconsistent" is her at her best, she probs got worse when he got older. Probably when he started to look like Roose, and when his acting out was getting worse. I totally agree about him wanting any kind of attention, even negative. It's the exact same deal with his future wife!reader, tho obvs he's more obsessive.

are we just agreeing that Ramsay is basically a violent unloved pouty child sjdfjsjgfsgs

oh oh one more thing, totes agree that he'd bring her dead animals. like thats SUCH a red flag for questionable behavior in kids but they were poor AF and oftentimes the rabbit he caught was all they'd eat that night, and he felt so proud!!!! she actually approved. she might even have smiled or patted his head that night. she'd get angry if he brought a mangled cat or mauled rat so he learned which ones she liked best. he was doing more for sport than survival, after all ..... . ... also imagine his pride when Wife is pleased he brought her something she wanted to eat, like a big stag or boar. She smiles and says thank you. Eats it up. He actually gets a heart boner instead of a regular one maybe regular one later???

I def love all that for Stannis :D also Cassana and Steffon were totally that good sort of parent haha. I feel like for all the encouragment and resposibility only Stannis became their "successful" kid like modern AU robert and renly are a mess. Renly is an insufferable west coast millenial + probs a fucking instagrammer and robert is a divorced mess still thinking hes that hot football star from college

#lets have cassana and steffon be alive in modern au bc otherwise :(#i want to date modern stannis so bad even if hes so out of my league alskdkdk #also howd you send such long messages over anon are you a wizard????#ramsay bolton x reader #libra headcanons #anon headcanon

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CHjakldfjskANA I am lowkey embarrassed to say that I am confused by pt 2 of Ignis Fatuus ;-; I get what happens literally, but I'm pretty sure I'm missing out on all of the more underlying messages and what the ending is supposed to represent and what you were intending to convey ;-; I guess I'll just talk about parts that I thiNk I understood and hopefully won't make me sound like an idiot :D I really liked how the endings to both the dream and reality were paralleled,

but houf I was kind of exasperated in the beginning when everyone was dying on the hypothetical trip to the hospital. I always kind of felt like they would just let Y/N die, because logically speaking, even if they ended up at the hospital, none of them are really qualified to treat TSS so they would just be going on a suicide mission because as shown, zombies are e v e r y wh e r e :D So when it was revealed that was only a dream, I was like yAY thank goodness :,,) The part at the end before

Y/N dies when Jungkook corrects her saying “it’s did well and not did good” was a reaLLY nice way to end things though :,) jklsfjkls I don’t know, Chana pls send help+explanations because I’m definitely only understanding the very surface level ideas of Ignis Fatuus D: I think the very vEry ending though is a big part of the whole Ignis Fatuus thing though because back in pt 1 in Target Jungkook was like omg yes don’t worry Y/N things will be over and we’ll definitely be able to play baseball

again without any zombies around, but aaa Chana why are there thRee “endings”,, that’s making me think there’s something very elaborate about how all of the endings could be tied together/are related :,D 🌻 anyways I think? the first part to my ask might've not gone through because it didn't have the "thank you, your ask has been received" message when I clicked ask but o well :,) it was just me lowkey embarrassing myself because I am confused on the ending of Ignis Fatuus :,)

[SPOILER WARNING!]

GOOD NEWS! the first part of your ask WAS received!! and omg yes i totally understand ignis fatuus pt 2 was kinda hectic so lemme just clear up the confusion ✨

i think the whole ignis fatuus stORY is a bit hard to digest. the only ‘realistic’ element in the story is really that the members self-quarantined LOL. other than that, i really took inspiration from the office (though it may not seem like that). jungkook and yn are the only “normal” ones in the group of eight just like jim and pam were the only normal ones in an office full of crackheads LMAO. i just thought it would be cool to tell the story of two normal pple stuck with six other crazies (all equally obsessed with something different. i mean namjoon studying DURING the apocalypse?? seokjin obsessed with the kitchen? hoseok obsessed with his secretary??) and i chose to go for a very subtle romance so it wouldn’t overshadow the other dynamic characters

to elaborate on the endings!

the first one (the one that yn dreams): only in her wildest dreams would the seven men yn’s learned to love and live with DIE to save her. i mean, in a sick, twisted way, isn’t that what so many romance movies depict? the knight sacrifices his life to save his princess. it’s shit that only happens in your head. it’s tragic and stupid, yes, but also honorable in it’s own way. maybe yn subconsciously wanted all seven men to help save her life (even though it wouldn’t logically make sense). but maybe she wanted a knight in shining armor. i mean, isn’t that what media brainwashes women to think? yn’s dream is her subconscious acting up. she’s a helpless woman (sick from a mf bacterial infection that women mostly get) and she must depend on men to save her. but the end of her dream concludes that it’s not a matter of who saves who. some people just can’t be saved. yn doesn’t have a knight in shining armor. even before she got sick, she is a strong, independent woman. jungkook offers her emotional support, but he never outwardly saves her from any disasters. in fact, in part 1, yn is the on who saves jk. maybe, in yn’s subconscious, she wants to be saved. who doesn’t? it’s not a female v. male thing. being saved just means doing less work (and who doesn’t want that?). the savior, on the other hand, must go through the trauma and carry the responsibility of another’s life. maybe that’s why yn had her dream! another, more obvious reason yn’s dream turned out that way may be because that’s her worst fear—watching everyone she cared about die in front of her eyes (but also being too helpless to be able to stop it). she’s also afraid of dying alone, which she did in her dream. you’re absolutely right though! the second part of ignis fatuus is supposed to make you feel exasperated—frustrated and pissed, even. it’s just supposed to be nonsense, honestly. just stupid shit happening in rapid succession. it’s literally a fever dream. and also a dream carefully crafted by yn’s subconscious

a lot of the ‘deeper’ meaning is very subjective, though! and even as the writer, my analysis is still subjective. you can honestly analyze ignis fatuus in so many other ways. no analysis is wrong. and it’s also perfectly fine to have no analysis at all!

the second ending (with yn actually dying) is easier to explain. it’s a direct contrast from yn’s dream where everyone was trying to be the hero. reality is different. even at the end of part 1, joon and jk knew that they wouldn’t be able to take yn to the hospital. yoongi even knew yn would die. they wouldn’t even think of such an outrageous idea to go to the hospital at all. they may have hinted taking yn to the hospital only to make her feel better, to make her feel safe. but they would’ve never actually done it. the plan was always to let her die in the house (as sad as it sounds). but there was really nothing left to do! as you said, none of them (even joon and tae) is qualified to treat tss (nor do they have the medical equipment to do so). the second ending is more of the closure that the first ending didn’t provide. yn wished to die in jk’s arms in the first ending and she got what she wanted in the second ending. but i still didn’t exactly think ending the story with yn’s death (tWICE) would be the best. something didn’t feel right. so i felt like i had to add the third ending for better closure

and you’re totally right! i connected the third ending to what jk and yn had talked about in target. this is essentially a glimpse of their dreams come true. something that didn’t necessarily happen, but something that the readers can imagine and feel at peace with. i thought it was good to wrap up such a traumatic part 2 with something lighter, something sillier and something happier. ignis fatuus is a mf roller coaster. and the title itself ‘ignis fatuus’ literally means something deceptive/deluding. i think part 2 encompassed that well

as for the purpose of this story? to answer the question you may be having, “if yn died after this whole ass journey,,, what was the mf POINT?” maybe there isn’t a point. maybe there is no rhyme or reason. maybe i just told a story as it is. kind of like a reference to waiting for godot but on the less indifferent side. BUT! i would honestly argue that there IS a point! i think the relationship yn made with the seven very distinct men is special. the seven of them are depictions of very stereotypical men. a nerdy med school student, a grumpy bus driver, an impatient businessman, a spoiled daddy’s money lawyer, a scaredy-cat cop, an obsessive chef and a too-perfect-to-be-true baseball player. i think part 1 is interesting to see how the eight of them have created this synergy together. it’s also interesting to see in part 2 how yn twists the men’s stereotypes to fit in the fever dream narrative

ignis fatuus is one of my more depressing stories. i had the idea since january of 2019 so i spent quite a bit of time thinking about it before i decided to write it. i didn’t think i’d end on a lighter note, but i’m happy it turned out that way.

aNYWAYS sorry this turned out so long 😭😭😭i guess i rambled too much again oOPS. but i swear you’ll get a break from all this depressing writing LOL. i’m not posting another official story until january 15th! (and GOOD NEWS that story is going to be FLUFF!)

as usual thank you sm for such a kind message 🥺🥺

#ask #anon #🌻 anon #ignis fatuus

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02-10-20

I felt you needed to see this meme after today. To remind you that I am normally a very closed off open book. And I'm sure you'll figure out what that means but just feel freakin honored because I do not let most people see me cry. The fact that you're my therapist makes exactly no difference to my brain.

Anyway, yeah. That was a lot. For me. Idk. Maybe it wasn't that much but it was a lot for me.

You've seen me casually mention shit that some other people wouldn't be able to say at all. And that's part of the defense. Pretend it doesn't bother you and people respond like it doesn't. And you never have to address it because it seems like it genuinely does not bother you. But it's a ploy. One that... Sara saw through near immediately. She even called me on it a couple times. She was like "Idk what to do for you because you won't open up." And I was just like "I've told you everything." And she just flashed this grin briefly and said "But you haven't opened up." And I was like fuck she's right. And told her so and she gloated just a little tiny bit. She just be like that. Lil shit loves being right. Anyway, that was when I actually started to open up to her. Or at least try to. It didn't work at first. I didn't know how. But I kept trying and she kept encouraging me. Until it eventually happened but that was the only time I've seen her... Low-key lose composure. I broke the absolute fuck DOWN. Like full on lost all control. I... Ended up calling her mommy while sobbing. And I saw this look of horror on her face as I looked up. I had previously not been able to see as I'd been sobbing with tears in my eyes and had my head down. And I just launched into apologizing and freaking out thinking she hated me now. She was honest in her response. She told me she didn't know how to react but that I had no reason to be sorry and that she wasn't mad at me. She didn't seem fully confident as she pulled herself together though. Idk. I think it mostly just shocked her because I'd never reacted that way before and to be fair, it was pretty extreme. But... In the moment, I thought I'd just isolated myself from the only person who seemed to give a goddamn about me at the time. I felt... Like she was the only one who gave a goddamn about me and tbh? I don't think I was wrong. At that time in my life, she was the only one who knew me well enough to give a shit about me as a unique individual. She was the only one who... Stuck around long enough to... Really get to know me. Everyone else gave up on me. And I think at times she was really close but it took her a lot more to get close. She played the long game with me and won me over slowly. Gained my trust, pushed me, encouraged me to do better and be better like she knew I could be.

But she also was willing to learn along the way. She knew what nonbinary was when we first met. And knew what would be considered today to be the absolute basics of how to treat a nonbinary person. But five years ago that was close to as much knowledge as you could reasonably expect any cishet person to ever have and it wasn't common by any means. But she learned. And she learned quickly. And somehow, some people do not want to acknowledge that part that she played in my life. Some people think I should just accept my station and not push for better. Some people don't truly understand that they might be happy with their place but others aren't as privileged. And yes, having been physically beaten by your ex is fucking awful and nobody should have to have dealt with that but that doesn't mean you understand everything. And neither does a social work degree. I don't fit her idea of someone who's been abused and she doesn't like that. I wasn't abused by a partner and the physical abuse was... Not as prevalent as every other kind. The sexual abuse was a big thing but... Idk. Rn I am not focusing on that very much and I'm grateful for that because if I was, I'm certain it wouldn't go well. The thing I talk about most was the emotional abuse and manipulation as well as the neglect. When I wasn't being told I would get laughed at for wearing emo stuff to school, I was being told my medical condition wasn't bad and I was just looking for attention. I was called a whiner for expressing any pain. And I am not saying I was perfect. But I was a child. I should have been taken seriously and I for damn sure should have been taught the basic skills that one needs to survive. I was told to just pick thing up little by little each day but like? What does that entail? I'd ask for individual steps and be looked at like I was lying. I was consistently treated like filth you scrape off the bottom of your shoe. I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to be kept. I didn't ask for any of this. I was handed a shit hand and now I'm making the best of it. But without Sara, I would have never been able to make what I have of myself. She understood me. She saw my pain and validated it and showed me that I wasn't alone in this and proved that she had my back. She proved to me that I could trust her. And. She. Rooted. For. Me. When I was struggling to make it through the hardest parts she was there, urging me onwards with encouraging words. She never tossed me a "Oh, just get over yourself." Or anything like that. She was on my fucking side and she proved that. Beyond a reasonable doubt, she proved that she was trustworthy and behind me every step of the way. She sacrificed and risked for me and the fact that anyone would express disdain for her being credited pisses me off. What was Sarah Wolf doing when I was breaking down over losing all my things in 2016? Blaming me, that's what. What was she doing when I applied for section 8? Telling me it was selfish to apply and that I didn't need it as much as some people so I shouldn't apply. Sara helped me put in the application. She actually pushed me to even do it because I didn't really want to at first. Sara was the driving force behind the best decisions I have made these past few years. Hell, even Yoshi. I made that decision to take him in on my own. But Sara said she thought it was good for me to have an animal. Sarah Wolf said I should listen to Mark and give him away. And now she pretends like it was all her idea when I didn't consult anyone else before making this decision. This was my decision. And Yoshi was one of the absolute best decisions I ever made. Full stop. I made that decision. And one encouraged me to do good while the other tried to guilt trip me for it. Sarah Wolf primarily provided physical needs. And that's great. Totally appreciated. But the advice does not fit my life and I vehemently reject it.

Sara knows me. She spent 20 minutes to an hour a week talking to me about the deepest stuff that Sarah Wolf still has never heard me talk about. Sarah Wolf doesn't know how much I first freaked out when I first had that memory of the rape lodged in my brain. She doesn't know that Grover took some time out of the bar to hug me and tell me he was taking me to Cici's the next day to get my mind off of it. She doesn't know that I wanted to kill myself that night. She doesn't know that Yoshi meowing at me pulled me back from the edge that night. And she certainly doesn't know that imagining Sara's reaction to the news of my death is what gave me resolve to not do it. Because during that time, she was recovering from her spinal surgery. She was out for another month and a half still. And I didn't want her to come back from that to the news that I had killed myself after remembering that I had been violently raped at a very young age by my own father. That's partly what saved me that night. But that alone was what gave me the resolve to stay alive at least until she got back. And when she got back, I ended up telling her... But I had to get a few other things out first. And I said "One more thing and prepare yourself because it's... Really heavy." And she did. And I told her. And there was a moment where time stood still. And she said she didn't know what to say... Kind of stumbled a moment and said that again but added she was here for me and she would do anything she could to support me. And that meant the world to me. I knew she would, too. I knee before I told her. I knew she would be there for me. And she was. She promised and delivered. She never promised anything there was a chance she couldn't deliver. She always told me the truth. She proved time and time again how much she gave a fuck. And I don't respect when people try to doubt her presence in my life as a positive experience.

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...Do all of them for any OC of your choosing. ( good luck have fun I'm not sorry at all )

I picked the garbage man. Also, you’re the actual worst ldskfdlfs this took forever

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?Durzog gor-Malak. He changed his name when he left the stronghold. his last name has particular meaning as it represents his feeling of not being connected to either

traditional orc maleness or femaleness. Also it shows his stronger-than-average connection to malacath, since he’s the out cast of outcasts and already acting as a

sort of champion of malacath even before the events of Skyrim

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?He just was told that he’s the dragonborn and doesn’t yet understand what that means fully

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? He had a pretty rough childhood, both in and out of the stronghold. One of his favorite things was when he was learning smithing. he loves forging new weapons so most

of his positive memories involve working at the forge. His worst memory would be when he was kicked out of the stronghold, he tends to block that one out.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? He did know his parents. He was always a source of disappointment though and never really fit in. He tries to block out most of his memories of his family

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?He doesn’t remember much from the stronghold and doesn’t like to think about it. (i haven’t decided but either way they certainly do not talk anymore)

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they

hate?I… do strongholds even have school? I mean he learned smithing from a young age like all orcs but he was particularly skilled at it as he practiced often to get

away from everyone else

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? No ;; he had no friends as a child, there were hardly any peers in the stronghold and he fucked off into the mountains at such a young age and spent so much of his

life as a wanderer, he has hardly interacted with anyone for years other than traders and the like

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? He does like animals but has never had a pet. He’ll sometimes become friends with them when he lives in the wilderness by giving them bits of his food but they never

stay for very long

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? See above

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?He hates most people for rejecting him and forcing him to live on his own his whole life. But children very rarely treat him that way, especially the ones too young

to understand. He has a soft spot for children in general

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?None, he has a particularly strong stomach from eating all sorts of mushrooms and vegetation in the mountains

12. What is their favourite food? Any sort of cooked meat. It’s quite hard to find and prepare on your own so it was a rare thing for him

13. What is their least favourite food?mushrooms. he’s eaten so many damn mushrooms, he’s just sick of them

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?He used to cook with his mother in the stronghold. It was one of the few things they did together and since he was good at it, he never got into trouble while they

were cooking so he likes it, but hasn’t had the opportunity to properly cook in years (he will when he meets Gulrog however, she’s a chef)

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?See above lol

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? Books! He taught himself to read while living in the mountains and collected and traded books with merchants when he went near towns. He always had at least 2 or 3

books with him to keep himself entertained and vaguely connected to the outside world

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?uhhhh no

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything elseHe loves history books, stories of legendary heroes and battles, but also boring historical accounts of important events. He just likes knowing about things that

happened even if they don’t have a practical application

19. What’s their least favourite genres?Romance books and fictional stories. Anything where there are characters to relate to. He has especially low empathy and finds it difficult to understand the

characters and their motivations

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?He does like music and knows a few bard songs though he doesn’t know any instruments. He’s a fairly stoic fellow so no dancing but foot tapping, swaying and singing

along are all things he might do in a crowded tavern if others are doing the same

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?He isn’t patient but doesn’t have much of a temper. He isn’t level-headed exactly but it takes a lot to get him legitimately angry. And he’s a scary sort of orc when

he does get angry

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?Anything attacking honor or strength of character. he’ll insult someone for being cowardly or not standing up for themselves. He quite likes the nords “milk-drinker”

comments and has used that from time to time

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?He has a pretty good memory when it comes to things like dates and facts, but its terrible when it comes to people and faces since he’s almost never seen the same

person twice

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?He’s a very heavy sleeper and can quite literally sleep anywhere if need be. As long as he doesn’t have to support his own weight, its fair game for sleeping

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?He doesn’t get a lot of traditional humor and a lot of the jokes he tells himself rely on obscure knowledge of history, so by the time he can explain a joke, no one

really finds it funny anymore

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? He’s quite stoic and doesn’t show his emotions very often

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?He just becomes more quiet than usual, isolates even more somehow and just deals with it like that, he would never let anyone catch onto his true feelings s that

would show weakness

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?Being rejected again. He isolates himself because he wouldn’t be able to find a new home, a place where he belongs, only to have it taken away from him Again

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? He’s very protective if he does decide to care about someone. but even if he’s not, he would never make fun of someone for something like that. Having fear is normal

but acting despite it is what matters most. Being a coward about it, however, is unacceptable

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?Not actively, but he’s quite fit due to his travelling and fighting

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?He drinks a lot. Like, all the time. He’s never very social but is a bit more willing to engage in conversation while drunk. He gets hungover a lot and the way he

combats it is by drinking more.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup?

What’s their hair like?Ooh i was hoping i would get this question. He wears ragged robes, straight up just the stained, ripped under clothes he wears under his armor. the only exception is

his blacksmithing clothing which he enchanted himself

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?I’m sure it’s like braies or something idk but tight enough to stay out of his way while fighting

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?Even after being changed by Malacath, he isn’t very big, he’s muscular but by no means buff. His body does what he needs it to and thats what matters to him

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? I don’t think he has one, he doesn’t care what people think enough to be guilty about what he enjoys

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?He’s good at cooking, fighting, and smithing. He loves reading and drinking. and he tries to sing but probably isn’t very great at it

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?He loves reading but is very slow. As stated before, he loves reading about history the most and can’t understand poetry if his life depended on it, too many metaphors

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?Bravery and honor. He doesn’t really have the time to think about what he wishes he could do. he does what he can and the day that’s not enough maybe then he’ll think about it

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? No friends

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?Whatever tamriel’s equivalent to coffee is, he drinks it by the gallon im sure

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?I dont think he knows. It was never something he’d even considered. I don’t think he’ll ever be romantic with someone but if he were, I doubt something like gender would even matter to him

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?His goal is just to survive, continue to work for Malacath and maybe figure out the dragonborn stuff, but long term, he doesn’t have any plans or goals or ambitions, he never even considered having a future

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?He worships Malacath and has ever since finding a shrine in the wilderness. When he fixed it up, the daedra spoke to him and gave him a task and he’s been worshipping him ever since

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? He doesn’t really mind any weather. He’s learned to survive in the cold and the heat. But I suppose having lived in the mountains, he’s most adapted to the cold. He loves rain though, because he straight up doesn’t bathe

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? Others see him usually as a mysterious stranger. A small orc that doesn’t say much but carries a big axe. He doesn’t really see himself at all, he figures he just is, and doesn’t think about it beyond that

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?He doesn’t understand introductions or really any social norms so he just sort of stumbles his way through it, either coming off as rude or stupid depending on what part he messes up first

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?He would be Completely Clueless and probably knock a bunch of stuff over with the axe he insisted on carrying in

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by

a friend? Never been to one, but would probably hate them

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?ooh this is good. He actually ended up killing Erandur during Vaermina’s quest. In a moment of panic, he followed the daedra’s instructions and killed him. He’s terribly guilty about it and so carries the Skull of corruption and a cloak from one of the priests around as a reminder not to trust the other princes. Also Volendrung now

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?Armor, weapons, food, a knife/dagger, bow, axe for wood, waterskin, and optional is a lantern/torch, rope, tent, sleeping roll and mortar and pestle. he’s very much a minimalist

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