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lmao @fluffykittyscientist I never thought anybody would ever decipher my insane ramblings. Good job
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˗ˏˋ i'm dal - she/her. 23. ˎˊ˗
astarion x reader content • 18+ only, minors dni!
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© DHAMPLING. do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works. theme by @bhaalism. pfp by @mutualcombat.
butter gn!reader, 2.5k
you and the vampire spend a short gloaming sun discussing marriage
both free gn!reader, 2.1k
you reject bhaal’s greatest gift - to this, your horrified love bears witness
one mine, both yours bard gn!reader, 1.6k
astarion’s habit of visiting your tent leads him to your hidden pile of sonnets
the shepherd, the black sheep gn!reader, 2k
a plummet into a chasm leaves you and your light-fingered friend stuck. together, you wonder if you’ll ever emerge again.
sylvan gn!reader, 2.8k
a chance series of encounters in youth come together on one night, where everything just clicks for Astarion and his unicorn.
the sunwalker's gift gn!reader, 3.3k
you find a ring - after a lot of searching - that allows astarion to walk in the sun, and propose with it.
gush fem!reader, 2.2k (NSFW)
it rains. you swindle some wine and astarion cums in his breeches.
oh, mother fem!reader, 3.3k (NSFW)
it’s the mummy fic.
lifeblood fem!reader, 2.5k (NSFW)
astarion discovers an aphrodisiac during a trip to the night market, and only one thing is on his mind.
ivory tower fem!reader x ascended!astarion, 4.6k (NSFW)
you're still mortal, and there's good reason for it.
warming fem!reader 1.2k (NSFW)
early morning feeding and cockwarming because i said so.
swell fem!reader 1.9k (NSFW)
feral pregnant sex with the elf. inspired by this NSFW piece by the ridiculously talented @mutualcombat.
leeches girl!dadstarion, <1k
astarion and his daughter have a spat.
little love girl!dadstarion, <1k
dadstarion watches dhampling sleep.
bramble jam girl!dadstarion, <1k
“In what realm would we need this much jam?”
the gate girl!dadstarion, 1.5k
astarion is a school-gate dilf on his first pick-up adventure with you.
sunburn girl!dadstarion, <1k
dhampling gets sunburnt!
introducing the siblings girl!dadstarion (inbox prompt)
"I had this image in my mind of him introducing the older girls to their new baby sister each time and just being sweet and cute"
breakfast girl!dadstarion (inbox prompt)
astarion trying to make breakfast for the growing brood while tav/reader is like, "my love, you wanted this"
bump dadstarion x reader (inbox prompt)
astarion being a lil shit and causing more kicks talking to and touching tav's baby bump as tav tries to rest?
stretch marks dadstarion x reader (inbox prompt)
Imagine a tav who’s really insecure about these marks [...] and when they bring it up to astarion he decides the best course of action is to show them how much he loves them.
snuggles dadstarion x reader (inbox prompt)
when tav is pregnant astarion would love snuggling up to their baby bump - curling around them and listening for signs of their little one
shallow bites girl!dadstarion (inbox prompt)
"I think it would be really funny if astarion and tav’s daughter was practicing her bites and pickpocketing on the two of them, respectively. [...] No ancunín is going to grow up being a half-rate pickpocket!"
hugs from behind dadstarion x reader (inbox prompt)
"hugging the other from behind" from this list of prompts with astarion hugging his very tall, very pregnant wife from behind because I think the image of it is so cute.
tiefling tav showing affection via their tail tief!reader (inbox prompt)
valentine's day with astarion gn!reader (inbox prompt)
earthbound astarion x earth!born reader (inbox prompt)
"how do you think astarion would handle a tav who is actually from earth and is going to return home after defeating the netherbrain?"
reunited astarion x earth!born reader (inbox prompt)
"a follow-up to earth tav somehow reuniting with astarion, via reincarnation or another divine intervention"
patience gn!reader (inbox prompt)
"hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" from the one-liners list"
baking gn!reader (inbox prompt)
"ASTARION GETTING INTO BAKING AND ASKING YOU TO SAMPLE ALL OF HIS BAKES"
thulsun fem!reader, not tav! 3.7k (NSFW) under rework!
astarion appears at your parlour one evening in a cloud of smoked bergamot and the briefest hint of spunk, and it becomes oh-so difficult to watch him leave.
three, minimum fem!reader, 4.3k (NSFW)
astarion has been planning, for the first time in his life. He wants babies.
nought point five fem!reader, 4.7k (NSFW)
seven months along, he’s besotted with every pregnant piece of you.
one fem!reader, 2k
astarion is a newly-minted girldad. that’s it. that’s the plot.
one more fem!reader, 2.9k (NSFW)
your home is quaint. astarion continues to insist it isn’t busy enough.
(astarion x fem!reader au, NSFW) he's a potwasher. you want to fuck the potwasher. this started as a joke and now i'm obsessed. enjoy.
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Elven for Astarion fanfiction
I absolutely love the idea of Astarion using Elven words and phrases
Here are some useful phrases and words you can use for fics. I specifally chose what you might find useful, for more terms you can check the sources.
Source (wiki)
Source (dictionary)
Phrases
Ai armiel telere maenen hir. - You hold my heart forever.
Aillesel Seldarie - May the Seldarine Save Us.
Al Hond Ebrath, Uol Tath Shantar En Tath Lalala Ol Hond Ebrath – A True Friend, As The Trees And The Water Are True Friends.
Besthunit Nenle – ‘Hurry Up Slowly’ (Eastern Lythari Dialect)
Bwaelan Dro - "It's Good to be Alive", a religious hymn of celebration.
Chu Set – ‘Hold Calm/Calm Down’ (Eastern Lythari Dialect).
Dilit – Be Quiet (Eastern Lythari Dialect).
Es'Caerta – Deeply Emotional Plea Ending A Prayer (like Amen).
Gys Sa Salen – Give Me a Drink/I Need A Drink.
Maethe - maybe.
Ikwe - Get back!
Iorwe - Step aside!
Oloth elgg ssussun - Darkness slays light.
Seldarine! – Gods! (Expression of Exasperation).
Uluvathae (pronounced: /ˈuːluːˈvɔːθeɪ/ Oo-loo-VAW-thay) - "[May your] fortune bring you joy". An informal greeting or parting used amongst individuals which enjoyed each other's company. Used amongst close friends, it was either seen as an insult, or as a warning that a third party was listening.
Words
aethen - "others", modern elven slang for non-elves.
alun - transgender.
amastacia - star flower.
ar - sun.
arael – heart.
aravae - great joy.
ardavanshee – Elven Juvenile Delinquent.
arivae – sunlight.
a’sum - daughter.
avae - joy.
avae’ess - joy bringer.
arkhlavae - lovemaking.
bhin - young human male (slang).
biir - "garbage", used as an insult against those of half-elven and human heritage.
calann - cup (one’s hands, to hold).
daoin – star.
damia - a term of endearment directed to sweethearts or children.
ebrath - friend.
essraul – enthusiastic Slaying.
e'sum – son.
etriel - noble female elf (in bloodline, character, or both).
evae - love, absence of malice.
filliken – open skirt (Prostitute).
hond ebrath - true friend(s)
immaea - familial love, loyalty to kin and family.
immeeira - act or demonstration of love (deed, testimonial or honour, not lovemaking).
ithlil - lily.
ivaebhin - boy filled with brightness.
kerym - blade (as in blade made of steel), sword.
liyan - homosexual male (slang).
lorkh - Savage Butchers who Lost Their Elven Nature Long Ago Through Such Behavior.
mor - darkness, the true death.
nanta - destiny.
nias – agreement.
nikym – dagger.
nor - love, passion.
N'Tel'Quess - "Not-people". A derogatory term elves use to describe non-elves.
o'si - mother.
o'su - father.
penaal - battlepoet (bard).
piir - treasure.
re - bear.
ru - dream.
rua - star.
saece - crossdresser.
savalir - murderer.
sha'Quessir - elf-friend.
Sildur - "at rest after changing". Referred to an animal, insect, or plant having reached maturity after passing through a life-cycle of changes. Was later borrowed by Common as a term for transgender individuals.
solicallor - warm light of the sun.
srendaen - beautiful, only applied to things of natural beauty not to people.
srinna - One Who Tests Limits and Establishes New Boundaries.
talibund - the veiled one. referring to the creature whose future is unclear and cannot be divined.
taran - gift.
Tel'Quessir - the collective name elves use for their race. translates into common to mean, "The People".
tham - to be close to.
thor - vow, promise.
vaarnar - evil entity or sentient being.
vaendaan-naes - reborn in life's bright struggles.
vaendin-thiil - fatigued by life's dark trials.
veluthe – beautiful.
vyshaan - power-mad (derogatory).
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#astarion romance#baldurs gate 3#elven#elven language#forgotten realms#dnd#astarion fanfiction#fic writing
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I figured you’d be the right person to ask this question, why is Kar’niss’ skin super pale when he was originally a drow? 🖤
I had the same question myself and I did some digging a bit ago. All of the official drider concept art I've seen has depicted driders with dark skin, so it stands to reason that the transformation alone wouldn't be enough to alter his appearance. This leaves one interesting theory at play; Kar'niss was a Szarkai.
Szarkai, which translates to "ghost spiders", are albino drow. This is a very rare mutation that affects only 0.1% of the drow population. Their skin tones are so light in fact that they are able to pass as surface elves with little trouble. Some would think that this would make them outcasts but in fact Szarkai were viewed as a blessing of Lolth, hence their namesake.
There are some interesting crossover traits between Kar'niss and Szarkai that lean me more toward this theory, such as:
-Szarkai look almost identical to drow outside of the skin tone. However, they have also been known to have minor deformities. The most notable is "gnarled and claw-like hands" which we know Kar'niss to possess. Originally I thought this was due to the transformation, but now I think he may have had it prior to the change.
-They are very adverse toward combat, preferring to let others do the dirty work so to speak. When the player engages Kar'niss in a fight one of the first things he does after his multi-attack is cast sanctuary on himself, protecting himself from harm and forcing his companions to take the hits. I also saw a video where someone cast banish on Kar'niss and when he returned he disengaged, healed himself, and ran from the fight. Now this was likely a bug, but it'd be on brand for Szarkai's desire to escape a fight rather than engage in it.
-They were mostly used as spies and gathering information since they could easily blend into surface societies. While there isn't much evidence that Kar'niss has much training in this field, what stuck out to me was the professions Szarkai favored. One of them is bard, and we have at least some notion that Kar'niss is linked to one musical instrument by way of the spider's lyre. I recall someone commenting asking if the lyre may have belonged to Kar'niss at one point and while I can't say with certainty, if it was and Minthara was merely holding on to it then it'd lend credence to him being a bard formerly. That and he's super pissed if you play it poorly!
-I haven't done a playthrough with Minthara in my party so I am not familiar with all of her dialogue lines. However, she does know Kar'niss in some capacity and the lyre is used to call him. Her last name is Baenre which is one of the most notable drow houses in all of Menzoberranzan, famous for Jarlaxle the leader of Bregan D'aerthe. I say this because Szarkai seemed to be far more common in noble houses, which Baenre would be. This could, even if loosely, establish a link between them.
IF this is true, that puts a very intense spin on Kar'niss' potential history. Szarkai were protected, considered valuable, and their existence kept secret. They were removed from drow life, and even kept in far safer conditions than others. This didn't mean they were shielded from the cruelty drow are known for but it was a different kind of cruelty. Often trained from a very young age to be spies and saboteurs, and subsequently being shipped to human cities to do as ordered. It makes me wonder what Kar'niss could've done to incur Lolth's wrath to the extent she warped him into a drider. Betrayal? Failure? Weakness? Or perhaps Lolth just really wanted an alabaster pet, it's hard to say.
Thanks for the ask!
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Lore: Common Phrases & Words
Accuracy Disclaimer & The Other Stuff
[tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest]
Abeir-Toril
Why it's called the "Forgotten" Realms
History | Time & Festivals | Lexicon [1] [2]| Languages | Living in Faerûn [1] [?] | Notable Organisations | Magic | Baldurs Gate | Waterdeep | The Underdark | Geography and Human Cultures
--- WIP
Translating some earth phrases and words into their Faerûnian equivalents, plus some words specific to Faerûn; Here's how make friends and insult people in Faerûn. Also they have coffee, guitars and health insurance.
Also included a handful of Waterdhavian phrases and words.
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Phrases and curses:
"Before all the gods..." - "I swear to god..."
"Well met" - default greeting; hello
"Well again" - greeting between acquaintances, business partners and friends.
"Well enough" - agreement; "ok", "that's fine with me"
“Never undress in a room with a window, a Harper may be near!” – "Be careful what you say, you don't know who's listening.
an interesting warning courtesy of Waterdhavian noble matrons.
"Haularake!" - The polite way to say "gods fucking damn it!" while in front of small children.
"Hrast!" - Damn it!
"Hrasted [thing]!" - Damned [thing]!
"[Deity]'s Blood" - eg "Cyric's Blood" Religious oath, rather like jesus christ. Contracted version of Blood of [deity]
I swear that I have seen "Umberlee's Teats" and "Cyric's Balls" said somewhere...
"Being an ox-haunch" - "Being an asshole"
"a breath" - a moment, a second; "wait a breath"
"A breath or two" - A moment/second; eg, "give me a breath or two to finish this."
"A goodly breath or three" - a minute. (Waiting for a notable amount of time, maybe ten minutes, but not that long.)
-- The dwarven variant is "but a little while"
-- Halflings call it a "long song"
"Counting like a halfling" - Being contrary just to be difficult
Most of the Realms counts on their fingers starting with the thumb, halflings do it the other way around.
"Naeth!", "Naed!" - Shit!
"Sabruin" - Fuck you, Fuck off.
"Lay down [good] coin" - "pay [a lot] for something"
“Resourceful as a bard”
"Life's better when you're not a frog." - "Avoid wizards."
“Sweet water and light laughter until next we meet” - A goodbye said between nobles. Technically an elven farewell, but human nobility decided it made them look cultured or something.
"Gone to Daggerford" - Waterdhavian phrase meaning to hide from the law by lying low outside the city
"Black as a black opal" - used to describe people who seem evil, but aren't really. (Especially if they'd dislike you saying so)
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Faerûnian Lexicon:
Scorchkettle - a Karen.
Dining-house - a Restaurant
Glim - Eye-catching, beautiful, flashy
Kaeth - Coffee
~Fireswallow - a colloquial term for Coffee.
Yarting - acoustic guitar
Short scroll - Newspaper
Nandra - mediocre, meh.
Dael, daelin - a year, years
Saer - a term to address nobility when you don't know the proper title, or when they're children
Lackwit - Idiot
Roundskull - a prejudiced idiot who doesn't use their brain;
"often applied to local folk who sit drinking in their tavern displaying prejudices and repeating the words of their parents and grandparents, rather than making their own judgements about changing conditions around them, and new concepts, items, and customs."
Handfast - an engagement (to be married)
Handfasted - engaged
Goldnose, Goldnosed - Haughty. aka. "Has a stick up their ass."
Highnose - as above
Lackcoin - a derogatory term for those living in poverty.
Darkmorning - the early morning hours between midnight and sunrise
Highsun - Midday
the Eavestrough - the Gutter
a Bell - an Hour
a Candle - an Hour
Festhall - a type of establishment found in the Realms. A kind of fusion between an inn, laundromat, spa, night club, brothel and casino.
I'll explain these in another post. Suffice to day that BG3 is the most accurate portrayal of how damn horny this setting is that I've seen in a CRPG so far.
Blesséd - an elven loanword referring to immediate family.
Harhand - a labourer (minimum wage employee)
Healthshield - Health insurance, also known as a "healing-bond"
Fire-bond - Fire insurance
Rivvim - horny
Dawnfry - colloquial term for breakfast
A common breakfast, especially for travellers at camp, is to quickly fry the leftovers from last night's meal.
Highbite - colloquial term for lunch
Long variant is "Highsunfest."
Latebite, Evenfest - Dinner
Abbreviation of "Eveningfeast."
the Art - Magic
Lackspell - a weak, or novice wizard
Aloft - Upstairs; "she went aloft/upstairs."
High-coin - Expensive; or referring to a high paying job
Low-coin - Cheap; or paying minimum wage
Finework - intricate and valuable metalwork. Silverware and jewellery, for example
Finesmith - a smith who works with precious metals.
Hiresword - Mercenary
Stareyed - naïve
Shraehouse - a type of very small tavern
Fastmud - Cement
a Swords out - a brawl or violent argument
a Smur - a light, misty rain
Beast-men - common word for ogres
Big Folk - Term used by gnomes and halflings to refer to the other races
Longears - term for an elf
Little man - insult aimed at dwarves
a Blackstick - something like a grease pencil. A writing utility made of a stick of thorden (juniper) wood that can be sharpened on one end, which is then slightly charred and used to write with.
a Blandreth - a three legged cooking pot
a Boot - a Traveller
Dadacky - Rotten, Decayed
Heartstop - a Heart attack
Coin - Money; "I've got no coin until I get paid next week."
a Broad Cry - Headline of a newspaper/broadsheet
Holy hand - a temple guard
Tenday - equivalent of a week (10 days instead of 7)
Other, less commonly used terms include; an "eve," "hyrar", "ride" or a "domen".
the Elf day - the Weekend.
The tenth day of a tenday, sometimes a day of rest.
House storming - a burglary; home invasion
the Realms Below - the Underdark
a Black Robe - a magistrate [Waterdhavian dialect]
a Sun - a platinum coin [Waterdhavian]
a Dragon - a gold coin [Waterdhavian]
a Shard - a silver coin [Waterdhavian]
a Nib - a copper coin [Waterdhavian]
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There is an old folk song that is sung in Exandria. It goes by a lot of titles--In Marquet it’s commonly known as The Liar’s Love, while natives of Xhorhas would know it as The Fey Groom, and the elves of Syngorn’s version has a title that translates to “The Sacrifice of Truth for Love.”
This is one bard’s rendition of the song in Common, as accompanied by ukulele.
(Best with headphones! With credit for the original idea to @ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods and the original characters to @quiddie and Sam Riegel. Album art generated by Craiyon.)
Lyrics below the cut.
Refrain:
This sordid scene, my love, we're in, oh,
We're in for a scar
And yet tonight by morning light
I'll fall for you once more.
Verse 1:
There once was a fey who chanced one day
From lands so wild and strange
For stories told worth more than gold
Exandria's face would change.
Among the clouds a city bright
And there its beating heart
Did kindle love within his own
For her he'd craft his art.
Verse 2:
A vision clear did guide his dear
With this its one refrain
Her city’d rise beyond the skies
And loose its mortal chain
Beneath the streets his love did seek
Her dream at any cost,
But fortune claimed its pound of flesh,
A friend too soon was lost.
Verse 3:
The fey saw true that if they knew,
Her legacy’d be blight
And so he lied to deftly hide
Her deeds from public sight.
And though his heart was ever hers,
Her work, for now, meant more
She’d fix them soon when she was done
So he walked out the door.
Verse 4:
And soon an hour of arcane pow’r
Was finally at hand
For on that night, with her Leywright
She’d make them understand
But one thing more stood in her way
Her masterpiece abjured
She struck it down, and with that spell
Calamity ensured.
Verse 5:
And with her sin the fiends poured in
With death and fire and hate,
But one last spell at ruin’s knell
Might change Exandria’s fate.
His healing words would keep her hale,
Her spellwork holding fast,
And at the heart they’d both go down
Her work complete at last.
Refrain:
This sordid scene, my love, we're in, oh,
We're in for a scar
And yet tonight by morning light
I'll fall with you once more.
#critical role#exandria unlimited#exandria unlimited calamity#exu calamity#loquatius seelie#laerryn coramar seelie#laerryn coramar-seelie#laerryn x loquatius#loquaerryn#quantum sings#my voice#the whole tune is heavily influenced by songs like poet soldier king and far side of the world#my version is called ‘the lovers’ lie’ because i misremembered one of the titles from the original post#and i liked the idea that this lie belonged to both of them#and there are many easter eggs in these lyrics#a reference to the shattered teeth in the first verse#laerryn and the apparatus arcane being the ‘heart of avalir’ and her legacy being ‘blight’#‘fire’ and ‘ruin’ in the fifth verse#loquatius’s ‘healing words’#and a very sneaky implied rhyme in the lines that bookend the song– ‘we’re in for a scar’ is a five-syllable rhyme for ‘laerryn coramar’#and that bookending refrain changes slightly between the first and last times (i’ll fall *for* you vs. i’ll fall *with* you once more)
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FFXIV Fauxlore Mini Bang - The Final Update!
Hail well, pray tell, and might you know?
How so, the woe of a prince from
Nagxia was solved by temple cats?
Not rats or bats, they hunted ghosts
and hosts, who boast of wicked curse,
and worse. Dispersed, by cats, now small;
back then, they were large as couerl,
born all in halls of Nagxian Kings.
— A translation of the opening stanza of the Nagxian folk tale, the Legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat, as traditionally sung by Nagxian bards.
Concept sketch by mythiclings
Another little fauxlore update from me as we approach the final date for the release of all the amazing projects by other pairs and solo participants involved in the Fantastic Fauxlore FFXIV Mini Bang!
I am very excited to share the full piece of Fauxlore I've been working on — The Legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat, on March 11, alongside the final pieces of wonderful art provided by my artist partner, @mythiclings.
It has been so lovely to work with them, above you can see one of the fantastic concept sketches of the character, Phra Rakana and his two temple cats they kindly let me share with you all!
In the spirit of sharing and talking about the ins and outs of the creative process, and just for those interested, here's a little story about how I decided to write a whole lore bent folk story just from the Nagxian cat minion's description, and the challenges faced during such a random little undertaking, under the cut c:
It all started when I was first drabbling about Ren’s childhood — way back in April of 2023! I wanted a story or a fairy tale which Ren’s father and uncle both read to her when she was very young. At this stage the story itself wasn’t very important, but it needed a title because something important was going to be hidden in that book when Ren’s father disappeared.
After settling on a type of folk tale (one with an animal), I decided to make it a cat for fun. Because, I love cats, and my husband’s OC, Cal, has a Nagxian cat minion which he won in a game of Triple Triad. Looking at the Nagxian Cat minion’s description, I decided to give the titular character in the story a Thai name: The legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat.
(You can read the very first tumblr mention of it here in one of the few drabbles I’ve shared c’: )
Shortly after finishing that drabble, I encountered the fauxlore mini bang project! Once I saw it, I was determined to turn the imaginary book into real-ish book. Or at least a short story c':
Of course, I'm not Thai, although living down under, I am lucky we have a vibrant community of Thai diaspora. So, in my spare time I started researching about Thai folk lore; reading the stories that were easily accessible to me via online and my local library, researching the meter of a Klon, speaking to folks about their experience with Thai culture, and gathering material to hopefully create a folk tale that would echo the themes and spirit of Thailand’s own folk traditions, while also feel distinctly "Hydaelyn" and also borrow from the themes and characters we've all come to love while playing the game.
All this posed a challenge! It's been tough at times. I've had plenty of anxiety about offending folks of Thai heritage. Throughout the story, I've tried my absolute best to be respectful to the history and culture I've learned about over the past six months. I've endeavored to correctly use real Thai words, and also use what I've learned of Thai language to create original Nagxian names that feel like they'd fit in the world the Warrior of Light inhabits.
Although every character in the story is original, their journey's and arcs are also inspired by characters from the MSQ. Keeping them as their own unique characters, and trying to mirror the character arcs we follow through our gameplay was a totally different challenge that taught me a lot about writing the kinds of characters I'm not used to! Malee herself is even based on a character from the MSQ who I myself am not particularly fond of c': but I am happy to admit, telling the story of that character arc in a new way gave me a new found appreciation for them in the WoLs story!
Finally, this story is a folk story. It's written like old folk tales, in a way where it should be easy for someone to speak it aloud. Finding ways to preserve the oral traditions of folk tales meant sometimes that oft mentioned advice "show don't tell" had to go out the window. Reminding myself, regularly, that all advice about writing is contextual, and none of it will ever apply to every situation, is a reminder I think all writers need from time to time c:
It’s been an absolute blast working on this little lore bent project, and I hope these little updates help inspire others to jump into different areas of creative writing, to engage with folk lore from other countries and to keep sharing their own work and experiences too! (Even if like me, you’re not usually brave enough to!)
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Okay, it’s dumb but I have got to talk about my favorite goofy detail I put into the Khajiit Has Wares mod!
I gave each of the caravan leaders a book to read in their downtime (well, Ri’saad got two books.) I figure it’s gotta be boring waiting for the Dragonborn to stop by and offload all their junk treasures, yes?
Anyways, I designed each book cover, with titles in Ta’agra (big thanks to the Ta’agra Project for their translator and fonts!)
Ri’saad got two history books:
Song of Khunzar-ri, a reference to the bard song of the same name in ESO. I edited a screenshot of Khunzar-ri’s ESO model to look more like an illustration.
Two Lights Over Vvardenfell by Jobasha, a reference to the Twin Lamps abolitionists from Morrowind (as well as the Khajiiti bookseller in Vivec)
Ahkari got a mystery novel:
Dark Moon[s] Over Dune by Blue-Fur.
and Ma’dran got this:
[The] Eagle Queen and Her Eye: Forbidden Lovers by Mistress Beautiful. It’s a historical bodice-ripper about the illustrious Altmer Queen Aryenn and her spymaster, the cunning Razum-dar. It is extremely outlawed in the Aldmeri Dominion, of course, but Ma’dran is a curious cat.
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How big would an army of conscripts, armed with Dragunov pattern marksman rifles and iron sights, with between 1 and 3 magazines each, a radio headset that allows them to take orders on a platoon level (50 troops to be specific), and a single platoon artilleryman armed with an RPG-7 with 5 rockets, with assistance from a Mitsubishi Type 89 IFV (35mm autocannon, 7,62mm M240 pattern coaxial machine gun, tracked) and an aerial command/reconnaisance/attack/close air support aircraft, need to be to deal with an army of 1000 heavy pikemen, 50 elite knights, 200 heavy cavalry, 100 light cavalry and 200 longbowmen? The pikemen are armed with a pike and wear breastplates, pauldrons, gauntlets, a helm and chainmail. The heavy cavalry are armed with a heavy lance, a sword, cuirass and helm. Longbowmen use English yew bows and wear gambesons and a chainmail on the head. Light cavalry are armed with a spear, a short bow, and a small sword. The elite knights are armed with a heavy lance and a sword, and armoured in a full body suit of plate and horse barding, and they will move with the heavy cavalry.
Okay, so, for the record, you're not really supposed to use an SVD's iron sights. (SVD is short for “Dragunov Sniper Rifle,” so, these are formally called, “sniper rifles,” rather than just DMRs.) They were (supposed to be) issued with PSO-1 scopes. This can be a little amusing, because once you know what a PSO-1's range finder looks like, it's absolutely unmistakable, and you will see films and TV shows use them on other scopes. I bring this up, because the SVD has an effective range over 600 meters. (Specifications say it's good to almost 1.3km, but, that's very hopeful.)
However, with optics, those SVDs are going to massive out range any archer.
Your infantry have somewhere between 1k-3k packed rounds. So, if they were the only participants, they would need to be a little careful about ammo conservation. But, when you start factoring in the IFV, it doesn't matter.
This scenario isn't extraordinarily different from early battles in WWI. Where cavalry and infantry charged entrenched heavy machine gun fire, and were annihilated.
This is also a moment when the whole, “elite knight,” bit really doesn't matter. You have a minor noble, who spent almost their entire life training to be a better melee combatant. You put them in the best armor you've ever seen. And, then a bullet fired from a mass-produced sniper rifle, designed to be easily fabricated by anyone with a basic machine shop, and simple enough to be maintained by a barely literate conscript will drop them in less time than it takes to read this paragraph, before the knight even knows that someone is aiming at them.
I will say, this is a little bit of a weird combination, the Type 89 IFV, is a Japanese vehicle. The JSDF (to the best of my knowledge) has never used SVDs. These days, I think their DMR is the H&K 417. Until a few years ago, their primary infantry rifle was the Howa Type 89, which is basically a redesigned AR-18. Prior to that, they used the Howa Type 64, which was a 7.62mm battle rifle. (As far as I know, the Type 64 was domestically designed.)
The Russian/Soviet equivalent to the Type 89 IFV would be the BTR-80. As with the SVD, because it's a Romanized translation, BTR stands for, “armored carrier.” Somewhat obviously, these don't work particularly well if they're not maintained, or if the motor pool Sargent is stripping them for spare parts and siphoning gas to sell on the black market, because the government hasn't paid any of you in six months, but it's still going to have a fairly similar effect on those elite knights from the 11thcentury.
The 50 SVD rifles is weird. Full stop. It's a specialist weapon, not a general infantry weapon. In a situation like that, you'd expect to see conscripts armed with AKMs or AK74s, maybe a few SVDs and RPKs.
Now, if you were looking at a contemporary NATO unit from the 60s or 70s, then, yes, you would likely see battle rifles like the M14, FN FAL, or H&K G3. And, when you're describing using an SVD's iron sights, that's more how you have used one of those cold war era battle rifles. Also, while those rifles do have automatic settings, they're intended for semi-automatic fire.
If you're wondering why I'm not even addressing things like the areal support or the RPG, it's because they really don't matter that much. Areal reconnaissance means never having to wonder where the enemy forces are, but basically anything on this list except the RPG, could probably deal with all of the enemy forces on their own. Stacking them together would be absolutely devastating.
I'm not 100% sure, but I think you could use pretty much any modern IFV as a one-size-fits-all siege breaker if they're dealing with medieval forces.
When you're looking at modern military forces time traveling into the past, the biggest logistical issue is long term depletion of supplies. There isn't really a question of, “who's going to win? A guy with a rifle that's effective at a range of over a 1km, or 10 guys with pointy sticks. The issue is what happens in six months, or a year, when there's only three or four rounds left for that rifle on the planet, and, there won't be any more for another six hundred years.
-Starke
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Classes of Light - AO Classpecting
Chosen Keywords: Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning
TEZ Keywords: Knowledge-seekers, students, problem-solvers, precision, scholars, researchers, resourceful, driven, (fussy, pedantic, insensitive)
CANON: Those bound to the aspect of Light are the universe's knowledge-seekers. They are, above all, driven to learn and understand. They are great alchemists, able to take multiple sources of information and synthesize them into something useful. They are scholars and researchers, absolutely dedicated to knowledge for knowledge's sake. They are the ultimate students, and although that might conjure up the image of people sitting around peacefully waiting for knowledge to be brought to them, that couldn't be further from the truth. The Light-bound will go after knowledge with a fierce intensity that others may find distasteful. They aren't overly concerned with laws or norms, either. They often take rules as simple suggestions, instead searching for loopholes or work-arounds. At their best, the Light-bound are resourceful and driven. At their worst they can be fussy, pedantic, and insensitive.
All of the analysis written below is my own writing, analysis, and thoughts as based on the sources I consulted. The statements are my own analysis, but they may function as a "fill in the blank" statement for you to create your own interpretation of the classpect as you please by replacing the aspect word with any of the provided keywords above.
Sources consulted: (dahniwitchoflight), (rosespecting), (godtier-haven), (TEZ), (MSPA Wiki)
LINK: (Classpecting Analysis Masterpost)
TAGS: [Mage], [Seer], [Witch], [Heir]
TAGS: [Knight], [Page], [Thief], [Rogue]
TAGS: [Sylph], [Maid], [Prince], [Bard]
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Knowers/Changers
Mage (Active): Know - Too Much Experience with Light
A Mage of Light is almost constantly experiencing knowledge and evaluation from the people around them and their surroundings, which gives them a unique understanding of how insight and the meaning of something can help a situation... or hurt a situation.
A Mage of Light is flooded with Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), uniquely experiencing both the good and the bad of it. As a result, they gain a unique understanding of what Light is and does, often resenting it or becoming jaded and frustrated with it, but never rejecting it. Their challenge is to become open to new insight or different perspectives than their own.
Heir of Void (Inverse): As the Mage of Light knows Light in a flood of both good and bad, they end up embodying Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they know and experience Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they fully embody and thus must change Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Mage of Light does not undergo the Heir of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Heir class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Seer (Passive): Know - Too Little Experience with Light
A Seer of Light is surrounded by secrecy and many potential unknowns, and lacks knowledge and insight in their life, and as a result are driven to learn everything they can about meaningful evaluation in order to understand what they previously lacked.
A Seer of Light studies Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), craving knowledge of it from their previous lack of it. They seek knowledge of Light with a fierce intensity in order to gain more understanding of it, acknowledging the potential consequences of doing so and dealing with them later. Their challenge is to learn how to translate their insight and knowledge into action and decision, as well as learn how to manage their engagement with Light so as to not overwhelm themself or others.
Witch of Void (Inverse): As the Seer of Light attempts to gain experience with Light from their previous lack of it, they end up changing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they change and thus half embody Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities), they gain experience with and thus know Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Seer of Light does not undergo the Witch of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Witch class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Witch (Active): Change - Too Little Embodiment of Light
A) A Witch of Light embodies knowledge and the insight it gives them, in order to change their own and others evaluation of what something means.
B) A Witch of Light embodies the evaluation of what something means, in order to change their own and others knowledge and the insight it gives them.
Witches are self-assured and conclusive individualists. They pick and choose which parts and pieces of Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning) fit into their own already determined desires, making Light embody themself and changing it to suit their own wants and needs. Their challenge is to achieve a stable balance in themself without losing themself to Light or their own changing whims.
Seer of Void (Inverse): As the Witch of Light changes the pieces of Light within themself, they end up experiencing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they change and half embody Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they gain experience with and thus know Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Witch of Light does not undergo the Seer of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Seer class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Heir (Passive): Change - Too Much Embodiment of Light
An Heir of Light embodies the ability of evaluation, meaning they are knowledgable; however, only by changing themself can they change the insight they gain and the meaning of it.
An Heir of Light inherits and embodies Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), allowing Light to change themself or itself. They have huge amounts of Light related strengths, allowing themself to be surrounded by Light or naturally gravitating towards it. Their challenge is to not get stuck on Light, to know when to move on and change themself to keep themself balanced.
Mage of Void (Inverse): As the Heir of Light embodies Light within themself, they end up knowing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they fully embody and thus must change Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they know and experience Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Heir of Light does not undergo the Mage of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Mage class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Utilizers/Allocators
Knight (Active): Utilize - Too Much Skill with Light
A Knight of Light would be very skilled in using the knowledge they possess and the insight it gives them, to protect and defend the evaluation of others and the meaning given to them.
A Knight of Light is extremely adept with their Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), their driving effort to protect it and others through it. They are loyal to Light's cause and naturally gifted with it, using it as a tool to achieve whatever they set themself to. Their challenge is to learn how to be less harsh on themself, to accept and learn from failure, and to accept the assistance of others when they need it.
Rogue of Void (Inverse): As the Knight of Light utilizes Light from their loyalty to it, they end up valuing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they utilize and are skilled with Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they value and thus give/allocate Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Knight of Light does not undergo the Rogue of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Rogue class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Page (Passive): Utilize - Too Little Skill with Light
A Page of Light is a beginner when it comes to learning and evaluating the knowledge they gain, but they repeatedly strive to master it using the insight they've acquired and the meaning they've ascribed to it.
A Page of Light starts unskilled in Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), learning how it works and how to use it to its full potential over time. In their many attempts to master Light, they teach others the value of Light, becoming an unintentional source of inspiration. Their challenge is to keep at it, learn from failure, and eventually master Light, being able to confidently provide Light to others.
Thief of Void (Inverse): As the Page of Light attempts to gain skill with Light from their previous lack of it, they end up allocating Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they take/allocate and thus do not value Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities), they gain skill with and thus utilize Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Page of Light does not undergo the Thief of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Thief class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Thief (Active): Allocate - Too Little Value towards Light
A Thief of Light lacks knowledge and evaluation in their life, resulting in a fierce desire to possess such things for themself and leading to them not understanding the value of the insights they gain and what that means, as they take knowledge and the evaluations of others from others and hoard it all to themself for their own benefit.
A Thief of Light takes Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), either craving it fiercely from their lack of it in their lives or simply because they like it, stealing and hoarding it all for themself and their own personal benefit. Despite their outward confidence with Light, they often take it at face-value without learning of its true value, being unsatisfied with how much Light they hoard and craving more and more. Their challenge is to focus less on attaining and more on learning about the value their aspect, as well as to let others have their aspect and learning why it is important to others.
Page of Void (Inverse): As the Thief of Light allocates pieces of Light to themself, they end up gaining skill with Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they take/allocate and do not value Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they gain skill with and thus utilize Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Thief of Light does not undergo the Page of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Page class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Rogue (Passive): Allocate - Too Much Value towards Light
A Rogue of Light would redistribute, allow others to take, and/or give knowledge and insight to others in the name of balancing the meanings born of evaluation.
A Rogue of Light gives Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning) away, either because they have a lot of it already, or are able to get it so easily they don't know what to do with so much of it. They often know the true value of Light, and are able to see where there is too much or too little of Light and redistribute it in a balanced way around themself. Their challenge is to not let Light run dry within themself, and to learn how to healthily balance Light in themself.
Knight of Void (Inverse): As the Rogue of Light values Light within themself, they end up utilizing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they value and thus give/allocate Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they utilize and are skilled with Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Rogue of Light does not undergo the Knight of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Knight class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Enhancers/Destroyers
Sylph (Active): Enhance - Too Much Reliance on Light
A Sylph of Light is a pure source of insight and the meaning behind it, and driven by knowledge and evaluation, attempt to restore/purify the meaning behind others insights.
A Sylph of Light starts off relying on themself for Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), attempting to heal, restore, and enhance Light in others. They are a pure source of Light for others, and though this can cause frustration and irritation in themself and others, they can see ways for Light to help and heal the struggling of others. Their challenge is to learn how to listen to the needs of others instead of assuming they know best, and to balance themself by learning that it's okay to rely on others for Light sometimes.
Bard of Void (Inverse): As the Sylph of Light enhances Light from their love of it, they end up fearing control of Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they enhance and rely on Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they fear control of and thus destroy Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Sylph of Light does not undergo the Bard of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Bard class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Maid (Passive) - Too Little Reliance on Light
A Maid of Light relies on anyone or anything but themself to tell them knowledge and information as well as what it means, before learning how to rely on themself, restoring and purifying their knowledge and what it means for themself through precise evaluation and insight.
A Maid of Light starts off pushed around by others' view of Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning), but eventually allow Light to heal, restore, and enhance themself, making them into an entirely new person and purifying their aspect to themself. They start out relying on others for Light or being told by others how to interact with Light. Their challenge is to listen to themself instead of others, and to not let others opinions dilute their aspect as they restore it for themself and allow it to make them into a new person.
Prince of Void (Inverse): As the Maid of Light attempts to gain reliance on Light from their previous lack of it, they end up destroying Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they destroy and thus cannot control Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities), they gain reliance on and thus enhance Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Maid of Light does not undergo the Prince of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Prince class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Prince (Active): Destroy - Too Little Control of Light
A Prince of Light is surrounded by knowledge and the evaluative demeanor they crave, but they can't control it or have no means of reaching it, so they lash out because of their own insight and meaning, to destroy the evaluated knowledge that others have, in the name of their own insight and meaning.
A Prince of Light destroys Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning) with Light or in the name of Light, and as a result, often end up appearing as Void (Secrecy, Unknown, Potential, Possibilities) at first glance. Princes start off with disdain or hate for Light, likely because of its overwhelming presence in their lives, and because despite its abundance, they can never seem to grasp or control it for themself. Their challenge is to be able to recognize Light's presence in themself before they destroy themself beyond repair, and learn that they do not need to control or bend Light to their will.
Maid of Void (Inverse): As the Prince of Light destroys pieces of Light in themself and others, they end up gaining reliance on Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have an indirect relationship with Void; because they destroy and cannot control Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they gain reliance on and thus enhance Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Prince of Light does not undergo the Maid of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Maid class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Bard (Passive): Destroy - Too Much Control of Light
A Bard of Light is surrounded by a lot of evaluated knowledge, but fears being controlled by it or fears the control such things have over them, and as such ignores the evaluated knowledge and allows it to deteriorate via keeping it unknown and letting it wonder into possibilities; only by embracing meaningful insight can they begin to destroy the secrecy that destroyed them.
A Bard of Light allows Light (Knowledge, Evaluation, Insight, Meaning) to be destroyed via simply not reaching out for it, and ignoring its presence in their lives, leading to them appearing as Void (Secrecy, Unknown, Potential, Possibilities) at first glance. This is typically due to a fear of being controlled by Light; while they may see benefits to what it could offer them, they can also see all the downsides to it simply because of their fear of what could go wrong. Their challenge is to be able to embrace Light and not be ruled by its whims, learning to control the way it impacts themself without letting it be destroyed.
Sylph of Void (Inverse): As the Bard of Light fears control of Light within themself and others, they end up enhancing Void, whether on purpose or accidental. They have a direct relationship with Void; because they fear control of and destroy Light (that which is knowledge, evaluation, insight, and meaning), they enhance and rely on Void (that which is secrecy, unknown, potential, and possibilities). Because the inverse classpect is a ghost of the true classpect, the Bard of Light does not undergo the Sylph of Void's challenge; their relationship with the Sylph class and the Void aspect is purely surface level.
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Space Jam DVD, Space Jam DVD, Space Jam DVD, Space Jam DVD...
Also, I practise Japanese a bit. But I am no expert.
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What's your favorite DnD character you've ever played?
I've only ever played three DnD characters, and two of those were in oneshots with friends, so I don't have many to choose from; I've had lots of fun with them all, but my favorite one is the character I'm playing in my current (and first ever) long game!
The campaign takes place in the 5e-based sci-fi setting Spaceships and Starwyrms. My character is an Ix, an insectoid alien from a lovely planet covered in dense rainforests. She looks kind of like a yellow and pink praying mantis, if a praying mantis was six feet tall and wore a colorful poncho. The Ix have a reputation for being friendly and curious, and my character happily fits the stereotype: she's a travel writer and blogger (a.k.a. bard) who set off to explore the galaxy and find adventure, and has so far found much more adventure than she'd anticipated. She's been stabbed a bunch, made new friends, tamed hostile wildlife, adopted a lost child, learned how to shoot multiple kinds of space guns, and watched the light leave another sapient creature's eyes. She also bought a tote bag with cute flowers on it at a spaceport once.
Since her people can't physically speak other aliens' languages (mouthparts too special, it's a gift and a curse), most Ix have automatic translation devices installed when they come of age. At this time, they choose a name for aliens to call them by, since their given names would be impossible for most aliens to pronounce. My character wanted a name that most people would have positive associations with no matter where they were from, so she named herself Breakfast-- because who doesn't like a nice breakfast?
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Hi Bard! Been loving your stuff recently and I've been wondering what teaching Daruk/Yunobo to dance would be like? Maybe at a campfire or at a royal soiree? Thank you sm in advance!! ♥️♥️
If Darunia is any indicator that Gorons have rhythm, then you already know what it is! However, I think it would depend on the music.
Daruk gives me the impression of being very quick to learn dances with a lot of energy, much like his predecessor. Anything that gets a crowd moving and shaking. He's pretty light on his feet in the battlefield, and I think that would translate well for heavier, more lively music. If we're talking about quiet, royal ball type of dancing though - the poor Goron has two left feet. There's a lot of rules and counting in things like waltzes and he gets very easily tripped up with those because he's not able to just feel the music. The only exception is the Tango - Daruk dances a MEAN Tango and if you dance with him you will find yourself breathless with the way he leads. Other than that: just give a rhythm he can feel and he'll either pick up your movements quick or catch his own vibe that fits.
Yunobo struggles a bit with dancing - not because he can't, but because he hasn't before and is worried that he will mess it up somehow. You might have to actually take his hands and show him what to do. He'll try to follow you the best he can, but not with getting distracted mind you (he thinks you look really pretty dancing, even if it is just to teach him). After learning from you, he finally gets a handle on it and can match your movements as you've taught them.
You come to find that at the some of the more royal shindigs, he's not to shabby with the slower dances, leading you with some finesse during a waltz. It leaves you thoroughly impressed, though he assures you that it's because of all the other dancing you've been teaching him that he kind of got the steps right for this one in particular. As far freeform rhythm heavy dancing, he prefers to watch. The music is incredible, it sings to his Goron blood - but watching you dance is far more incredible a sight.
#asks#tloz#the legend of zelda#daruk#champion daruk#daruk x reader#yunobo#yunobo x reader#drabble#zelda imagines#the legend of zelda imagines#yunobo headcanons#daruk headcanons
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Hi
After reading your rules I’d like to request a Geralt x male reader (cuz the last one you wrote was AMAZING)
Could it be about male reader taking care of a hurt Geralt and cooking for him in his little cottage
The reader could be a magician with healing abilities maybe
Reunited
Fandom: The Witcher
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Male!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of gore
Author's note: Because who doesn't love banter with Jaskier? Still looking for requests, people, keep them coming.
I don't own The Witcher. Pls don't come after me.
Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.
“Geralt, where are we going- Geralt! Geralt. Geralt, where are we going?”
Geralt sighs. He resists the urge to ram Roach into Jaskier, send the bard flying off the road into the lake next to the road. It’s so, so tempting. Just a nudge and he would have absolute silence.
Alas, it would take too much time. And Geralt is too desperate to see his lover to sacrifice a couple seconds. So for now, Jaskier isn’t chin deep in muddy water and Geralt is dead set on the tiny cottage ahead.
The house is painted in the sun’s dying hues, twilight fast approaching. Blues and purples fall across the flimsy roof that Geralt has repaired so many times, highlighting every little detail. Be it the garden bursting with herbs and flowers leading to the home or the engravings on the door, Geralt can notice it all, made even more beautiful with the colors shining down onto it.
Jaskier rambles on, suddenly pausing as he glances at the witcher. He whips his head back after the short look, an odd emotion sparking on Geralt’s face. It’s one Jaskier knows well, but had never seen on his companion’s face before- love.
Where are they going that would erase Geralt’s emotionless (and somewhat pissed off) stare?
The question bounces around in Jaskier’s mind, unable to be quelled until it finds a satisfactory answer. It doesn’t stop as Geralt jumps off Roach, or when he ties the horse to a worn-down hitching post with a whispered promise of returning, or when he hesitates for a fraction of a second before banging his fist on the door.
“Geralt, what-”
“Hush, bard.” Geralt grumbles, trying to pick up any sound of footsteps from inside the house.
“But-” Jaskier persists, only to be interrupted by Geralt’s hand on his mouth. It covers his entire face, but Geralt isn’t complaining.
“Mm-mmmm-mm,” Can a witcher’s eyes roll out of their skull? Geralt entertains the thought as he rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time.
Just as Jaskier thinks to lick the hand over his mouth, the door opens.
You lean on the doorknob, dressed in loose trousers and an untucked shirt that is surely stained with ingredients from the dinner you had been preparing. The strings of the v-neck hang down, revealing mere inches of your chest. They’re enough to drive Geralt crazy.
“Hello, my love,” the witcher murmurs, your face lighting up when you realize who it is. He steps forward, an almost-unnoticeable limp to it that you’ll berate him for later. For now, though, you’re happy to be herded into your lover’s arms, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Geralt’s eyes flutter shut, a miniscule grin spreading across his face. You lift yourself up onto your tiptoes to steal another kiss, teeth clashing against each other. You can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. It’s been too long without seeing one another for your kisses to be orderly.
You’re both soaking in the familiarity of it all, basking in the light of reunited love as small pecks are given and received. It’s all so welcome to you, so safe to Geralt. A place to put down the swords and embrace in front of the fireplace.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here, Geralt?” An exclamation sounds from behind you. You quickly spin out of the witcher’s embrace, curious as to who he brought along.
There stands a shocked-looking man, his vibrant clothes blending in perfectly with your garden. A lute is strapped to his back, and he has the hands of a musician. He can’t be more than 20.
“Um, yes. Hello, fair stranger. Love the hair, highlights your eyes. But Geralt, what?” The boy’s volume steadily increases throughout his rant, panic seeping into his eyes.
“Jaskier.” Geralt responds, an edge to his tone.
“Thank you, Jaskier. I don’t believe we’ve met- Geralt?”
He sighs, his nostrils flaring with annoyance. He’s really regretting not using the lake to his advantage now.
“Y/n, this is Jask. He’s a bard, he travels with me. Gods know why. Jask, Y/n. My lover of five years.”
The bard is silent for a minute, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stares at you unabashedly. You can hear the frogs croaking in the background, announcing the approach of twilight. Tree branches rustle in the slight breeze, the occasional leaf swooping by. All is silent.
“Five years,” Jaskier whimpers. He sounds almost betrayed, but no mind is paid to it as Geralt stares at something beyond you with amused eyes. His hands still cradle your waist, a comfortable amount of pressure being exerted.
“Is he ok?” You whisper in Geralt’s ear, trying to see over his shoulder. Your foot starts tapping on the ground, arousing dust with your nervous habit.
Geralt immediately drops the half smirk. If you’re concerned, it’s time to stop.
“Jask, you’ll catch flies. Don’t worry, y/n, he’ll be fine.” The witcher throws a glare behind him that seems to scream don’t mess this up.
“Um, yes. Yes.” Jaskier forces out and stumbles to the door. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this shocked- Geralt has had a lover this entire time. It’s not even that the bard is disappointed (Geralt isn’t really his type), but he always thought the man averse to love. When really, he’s been in what appears to be a very loving relationship for five fucking years.
What in the absolute fuck is going on?
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It’s almost midnight, the fire crackling as it dies down. You’re wrapped in a hug with Geralt, Jaskier upstairs in a nest of blankets. The second you fed the boy and gave him the quilts he was dead to the world- Geralt must have been overworking him.
It’s a calm environment without the enthusiastic bard. Sitting in Geralt’s lap, his arms around you, you have never felt more at peace. Warmth spreads through you, the atmosphere changing to one of relaxation and love.
“I missed you,” Geralt mumbles into your cropped hair, nuzzling into the familiar scent of lavender.
“I missed you as well, love.” You murmur in return. You feel his lips press against your forehead, slowly migrating down until he reaches your neck. It tickles, causing a smile to appear on your face.
“Geralt, stop that.” You squirm away from him only to be dragged back into his arms. The witcher chuckles as he keeps at it, completely disregarding your previous comment.
“Stop it-” You’re cut off by your own laughing, Geralt’s grin growing with your volume.
When your lover has finally decided to knock it off, you fall back against his sturdy chest, breathless from the exertion. You would have laid there blissfully until morning, breathing in the smell of sweat, blood and Geralt-
But you hear a faint groan.
You shoot up, climbing out of Geralt’s lap while maintaining eye contact.
“Where is it?” You demand, knowing he won’t give any information to you unless you pry.
Geralt is too tired for this. He just wants you in his arms, to hug you tight and block you from the monsters out there.
However, he’s known you for seven years. You won’t stop until he gives in.
“My hip,” he grumbles. His hand lands on the exact area as you rush around the cottage gathering the needed supplies to pull his shirt up. Blood is leaking out of the wound steadily, a red patch on his clothing providing further proof that he strained it a bit much.
Somehow, seeing the cut makes it so much worse. All the hidden pain he’s been bottling up since he knocked on your door tumbles out. He grits his teeth against the rush of stabbing sensations, praying you’ll be able to take some of the pain away.
When you kneel in front of him, you’re already mumbling under your breath, elder words scattered throughout the chant. Your hands are surrounded by a golden glow, held just above Geralt’s wound. Slowly, slowly, blood starts to backtrack, the red drips across his leg and side retreating back inside Geralt’s body. Once the liquid is pushed back in (sparing no amount of odd squelching sounds you could live without), the actual cut starts to close up. It’s sewn together with threads of gold, fading into the witcher’s skin after providing a pulsing glow.
Geralt will never get tired of watching the process unfold. Your hands, drifting apart and back together as you handle his wounds with a grace that he could never even hope to reach. It’s beautiful- you’re beautiful.
Once you finish, the golden clouds retreat back into the air, becoming mere wisps that float about the cottage. You stand shakily, gathering the bandages beside you and taping them on to Geralt’s now healed skin. Just as a precaution. Once that’s done, you flutter around the house, putting the materials back as you try to steady your shaky legs. Magic always drains you a fair bit.
Geralt is well aware of this, so as you return to the couch and sit next to him, he drags himself up and reaches for you. A rare moment of vulnerability from the witcher- how can you pass this up?
So you welcome his warmth, radiating from his body as he pulls you into his chest. Illuminated by the dying lights of the fire, the fatigue seeping into both of you, you revel in the peace, Geralt’s love the last thing you feel before you drift into sleep.
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New Tricks - Chapter 12
Status: Work In Progress
Version: 1.01
Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC
Rating: NC-17 (This chapter R)
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Summary: Misadventures of Rugan and the original Zhentarim Gate's crew before and during the year of three sailing ships.
Notes: Big shout out to @fistfuloftarenths for beta reading this one for me. It would've been a lot more confusing otherwise and have a bit less kick.
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New Tricks - Chapter Twelve
Isolde sighed as she stared at the ceiling. The man grunting on top of her didn't seem to notice. She had thought him charming enough with that nice northern accent she’d recently grown fond of. He was handsome enough too, eager enough, too eager it had turned out. He had thrown her on the bed and gotten to rutting without any preamble. She could've done with a bit of preamble.
“Does that feel–” She had started.
“Don’t really like to talk during, thanks.” Her brow twitched but she bit back a reply.
He continued on with what Isolde considered half-hearted thrusts. It wasn't uncomfortable per se, but it really wasn't doing anything for her.
Just as this thought flitted through her mind, his angle shifted to something much more pleasing. She sighed and arched her back. Maybe this wouldn't be a total loss-
The man gave a loud groan and Isolde felt something hot and sticky hit her thigh. He rolled off her without another word. She laid there in disbelief for several long moments before she heard the snores begin.
She felt her brow strain in irritation. “Fantastic.” She muttered to herself before rising to make her way over to the washing basin at the other end of the room.
She cleaned herself off the best she could in the dark room before dressing and heading back down to the main hall of the inn. She spotted a short woman with long curly red hair sitting by herself, and made her way towards her.
“Back so soon?” Corra chirped as her friend approached the table, handing her an uncorked bottle.
“Don't look so smug about it.” Isolde shot back. She grabbed the bottle by the neck and gulped down what remained.
The hired bard was playing a rousing rendition of Red Roofed Girls to the excitement of the crowd. The entirety of the place was raucous with the sounds of music and laughter.
“No fun to be had then, I take it?”
Isolde swiped a dribble of wine from her mouth with the back of her hand and gave a sigh. “I can't tell if the men are getting worse or I'm just getting worse at picking them.”
“Might want to rethink your hunting ground for starters.”
“What's wrong with festhalls? They're lively, no one takes notice of what you do.”
“First of all,” Corra began and Isolde was already rolling her eyes knowing what was to come. “we call them taverns here.”
“That is the opposite of what every other country, nay city–”
“And second of all, they're all young pups here, overconfident and easily excitable. Should go to some place quieter, a proper Crimmor club, take your time, have a little chat.”
Isolde winced at this, the only person she wanted to chat with was– well it didn't matter.
“I'm not looking for a conversation partner. I want to get straight to the point.”
“I'm sure that's what your friend upstairs was thinking too.” Remarked Corra with a waggle of her eyebrows.
“Gods above.” Eyes clamped shut, Isolde pressed the heel of her palm to the bridge of her nose. “Fine. You may have a point about festhalls.”
“Taverns.” Corra corrected.
Isolde let out a sigh of frustration and set the bottle down. “Doesn't matter, I've somewhere to be anyways.” She lied, truthfully she just needed a break from the noise.
“At this hour? Not finally going on a proper date are you?”
“Hah? Me? No, I've got some work to do.”
“Translations can wait for the morning, you're gonna ruin your eyes reading by candle light.” Corra chided, she was used to playing mother hen to her impetuous companion.
“I’ve a ring for that now.” She waved off Corra’s concerns. “Besides that, what are you still doing here if the swiving is no good?”
“Unlike you I actually enjoy the company of others. Also dancing.”
“I like people.”
“Name five.”
Isolde pursed her lips, trying to think.
“Hah exactly.”
Somewhere amongst the crowd the bard moved onto another song, a merry jig that made Corra’s eyes sparkle.
“Oh this is a good one!” She gave Isolde a little pat on the shoulder before grabbing another patron from their spot leaning on the wall.
Corra turned back to yell as she dragged the poor sap onto the dance floor. “Have fun with your work or what have you!”
Isolde shook her head, equally in amusement and for pity of Corra's poor dance partner.
Pulling her cloak around herself she pushed past patrons and stepped out into the cool night air.
The rain had finally stopped but that meant the city smells had returned, and the whole of Crimmor stunk of ox dung and tannery piss.
Isolde wrinkled her nose but continued on foot to the Purse Ward. The Theater of Joy was an old amphitheatre come temple, dedicated to not one but three goddesses: Lliira, Milil and Sune. It was open all hours of the day but this late at night all church services would be dedicated to Lliira.
She supposed it made sense that the services of the goddess of joy were held at night, what with all the taverns about the city.
Lliira would've been a fitting god for Corra, but ever the hedonist, Izzy preferred to give what devotions she could spare to Sune, goddess of beauty and passion.
She entered the temple and sought out the shrine to the lady of love along the far wall. The shrine was simple but crafted of fine material, beautiful just as Lady Firehair herself.
Isolde considered her reflection in the shrine’s polished mirror before adding a small kohl pencil to the collection of donated toiletries. She felt that there was something she wanted to ask of the goddess yet the questions would never form properly in her mind. Instead she merely offered a prayer of thanks before taking her leave.
It was as she stepped out back onto the street that she saw a familiar silhouette clad in a yellow scarf with a mess of black hair. He was casting about as if looking for something.
“Olly?” She called to the figure and he turned to her in surprise.
“Izzy!” The shock and relief was painted so clearly on his face even in the dark of the twisting streets. He trotted over to her without a second thought.
“What are you doing here by yourself at this hour? I know Crimmor’s a sight safer than Waterdeep but can't be much fun on your own.”
“I was looking for the temple.”
“Adherent of Lliira are you? Wouldn't have figured that. They're having services now till dawn.” She nodded her head back towards the building behind her.
“No uh, I'm looking for a shrine to Tymora if they've got one.”
Izzy pursed her lips and hummed. “Mmm no you'll want to go the All Hands temple for that, they handle most of the less popular deities in the city.”
“Ah, that's my blasted luck, I've been asking about a temple and the innkeeper sends me here.” The boy's head hung low.
“I can show you the way Olly, it's not far.”
“If it wouldn't be a bother.” He was so sincere that she had to resist the urge to ruffle his hair.
“It's no bother, come along then.” She turned to lead him down the street. Luckily enough all the temples were here in the Purse Ward.
Izzy looked over her shoulder at the boy, to take stock of him, his expression was utterly miserable.
“Had a bad spot of luck and looking to turn it around?” She asked gently, she was curious but didn't want to push too hard if it was a sensitive topic.
“I did something foolish and now Rugan's fallen ill.”
Izzy froze in her tracks, she whipped around to face the boy. “Ill?”
“We think it's Winter’s Chill but the others say we can't wait it out more than another day or two.”
“Sune’s sake Olly, forget the shrine and take me to them.”
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It was Sal who opened the door when Olly rapped.
“Bout time you got back, who's this then?”
“Oh this is Izzy, Rugan's uh friend from Waterdeep.” Olly scratched his head nervously, unsure how to proceed.
“Izzy?”
“Short for Isolde.” She said extending her hand in greeting.
“Hah bet I can guess who gave you that nickname. I'm Sal, short for Salazon.” He accepted her hand and gave it a quick shake. “You the one the sending was for?”
“Sending?”
“Ah nevermind, he didn't have the coin anyways. Where’d Olly pick you up from?” Sal was opening the door now to let them pass.
“I ran into her looking for the temple.” Olly supplied.
“Temple?”
“He thought Tymora might lend us a little luck.” Izzy stepped into the room and caught sight of Rugan for the first time. She felt her chest tighten and a lump form in her throat. The man was deathly pale and his breath came in rapid shallow breaths.
“You were just going to leave him here alone like this?” She couldn't suppress the accusation as she took the seat by Rugan's bed.
“It's not like we have much choice,” Sal started as he shut the door. “we're already behind schedule as it is.”
“Where the hells is everyone?” Came a shout from the other side of the door.
It burst back open as Bellar barged in. “I thought one of you idiots was supposed to come down drinking with me.” He took stock of the scene before him. “What's she doing here?”
“Olly met her at the temple, she's a friend of–”
“Yeah, yeah I know who she is. I was there.”
“Hello Bellar.” Izzy forced a polite smile despite her annoyance.
“You smell like a whore house.”
“Remind you of your mum then, bell end?” She sneered all pretense of politeness dropped.
“A bit actually, yeah.” He smirked.
“Olly says you're set to abandon him to his fate.”
“We're not abandoning him–” Sal began.
“Shipment’s gotta arrive on time.” Bellar cut in. “Too many days late, too much cargo lost adds up over a career. And sooner rather than later management decides to cut more than just our pay.”
Izzy took his meaning, though she wasn't happy about it. She turned back to Rugan’s prone form.
He would have the most mistakes under his belt just as a matter of course. Rugan also had the most seniority, most responsibility, by virtue of those two facts alone he had the most to lose if the shipment was late.
“Don't wait the two days. I'll stay with him.”
“You expect us to leave him with you? Just like that then?”
“You were already set to leave him here for any tavern girl to rob.”
“Well but that's different then, can always burn the inn down later. You, you can abscond without a care.”
“You still have my ring don't you? Or have you already pawned it?”
Bellar produced the ring from his pocket with a practiced flair.
“Consider it collateral.”
“Well if that's the case maybe it's to my benefit if Rugan's stood his last watch.” Bellar mused with a grin and Izzy could feel her jaw clench in silent rage.
“Bellar!” Cried Olly in dismay.
“Oh quit your bellyaching Olly, I'm sure the jammy bastard will pull through and catch up with us in Athkatla.”
“We can send word when we get there,” Sal directed this at Izzy. “let you know what inn we’re at.”
“Thank you Sal.”
“Suppose you'll be wanting coin for the the stay here.” Bellar's tone was indignant as if he was the one being put-upon rather than Izzy.
“Doubt you have enough.” She bit back without thinking, then restraining herself added. “I have a friend I'm staying with here in the city. Let me speak with her tomorrow morning, see if she's willing to put him up in her house.”
“That's very kind of you Isolde–” Sal began.
“Must be a nice house, what's your friend do for a living?”
“The Shadow thieves of Crimmor execute anyone who steals within city walls.” Isolde replied bluntly.
“You've got me all wrong.” Bellar replied in faux indignation.
“That's too bad, I was hoping to see their handwork.” Acid dripped from her every word before she turned to Sal. “Is he the one in charge with Rugan out of commission?”
“Afraid so.” Sal offered a regretful smile. Bellar was grinning broadly.
“Fantastic.” She muttered feeling another headache brewing.
Eyes closed she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “If I get her permission will you be able to transport him?”
“We can carry him on a stretcher if it's not too far.” Olly volunteered and Sal was nodding along.
“You can't carry anything heavier than a watermelon Sal.” Bellar snorted, then with that same put-upon tone. “I can help the boy.”
Izzy took one last look at Rugan, and gave his hand a squeeze. She had to bite back a whimper when she felt how hot his skin was to the touch. She needn't have bothered, the distress written on her face was plain to everyone present.
She stood abruptly and turned towards the door. “I'll speak to my friend tonight and return in the morning. Try to keep him alive till then.”
She stalked out of the room, not wanting them to see the beginnings of tears prickling her eyes.
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good day yo kai watch tumblr. today i bring my ramblings about aesthetics i think fit each of the bbq trio and why, please enjoy. (im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal im so normal) (all images here taken from pinterest,)
starting of with Nate
one of the main aesthetics i see fitting him is Dark Academia
generally it has blacks grey browns and other dark colors such as reds and some shades of blue. i feel like him with dark academia with pops of red in like jewelry or other accessories really fit him.
fill to a more down to earth probs in a coffee shop having a surprisingly sweet or black like his soul coffee while studying English or something.
classic, red, autumn, and light academia do also fit him.
falling into the autumn aesthetic makes me think he would genuinely enjoy pumpkin spice lattes and learn the make them as home with one of those fancy coffee and espresso makers because he wishes it wasn't seasonal.
another aesthetic i feel works is the whole lofi aesthetic, this one fits even if you see him with bight and cheerfull or dark and moody colors like i do. mabyes it just the idea of him working on a laptop he got for school on a cold winters day while listening to fresh lofi beats for the spiritual and then jibanyan just sits on his laptop, but whatever.
also want to mention like ANYTHING WITH STARS, like that fucker probably has stars on basically everything he owns so it would be wrong of me to not mention him and his star supremacy.
honorable mentions to Lolita (specifically the more prince style but we still support nate in dresses here), grunge, and y2k.
now onto inaho...
HOOOOO BOY. this girl has probably been through so many phase. and is constantly changing up her aesthetic each day like jesus christ. so im just gona fast round these with hopefully small explanations.
Pastel Goth
dark and spooky yet colorful and kawaii i think perfectly fits her. her base fit is already kinda pastel yet less soft so ye. and if she had to go through a goth phase itd be this.
yami kawaii
which translate to sickly cute is basically yume kawaii with more emphasis on dark themes and color. i think a good example of this is internet overdose. its in a similar vein to pastel goth with her. just more medical.
weird/dreamcore
commonly associated with stuff like object heads, the backrooms, its one i dont feel like needs and explanation. shes simply just weird. another aesthetic in a same enough bein is glitchcore which as a lot of neon colors swirled together and ofc glitchyness.
another one is webcore.
so think like old windows lawn background, old internet, and general retro tech. its and inspo for vaporwave which is another aesthetic that fits inaho.
lastly bard core, honestly all i really have to say for this is, she would just be a rizzless bard in DnD.
others mentions to hyperpop, cryptic core, arcadecore, gamer core, indie, and decora.
and finally that buck boy
so lets get this out the way,
KIDCORE IS MY NUMBER 1 AESTHETIC FOR HIM,
bright rainbow colors, just, yes. and a lot of kidcore fashion i see includes overalls so it just, fits.
in a softer sense cottage core also fits,
i mean, i think he'd be the kid whod get those fake vines and put them up in his room to feel like a woodland creature. and he'd absolutely get a mushroom hat and nobody can change my mind. also elf ears, i tihkn that falls in with cottagecore and similar aesthetics.
lastly for buck ill go over skater aesthetic
the fashion kinda falls into grunge i think but honestly buck would skate or i guess try and skate. he thinks its cool and will make nate think he's even color so he tries to learn.
but in general i think the idea of him with really baggy pants and big graphic tees just pleases my mind.
and to finish off here are some honorable aesthetics for buck:
hipster core, moss core, web core, cabin core, those woodland creature aesthetics, cryptic core, alien core, and just anything with sunflowers.
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