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eristic-kaleidoscope · 11 months

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Around the World, Here and Tomorrow | Adrik Epilogue

Adrik had one request when everything ended.

“I need to go to Russia.”

“But aren’t you from America—?”

“Take me to Saint Petersburg. Now.”

And that’s how, for the first time since their “untimely death” all those years ago, Adrik steps foot in their homeland once again. The only way they can describe it is uncanny valley. Everything is how they remember it, and yet, it’s all so wrong. Everything was the slightly wrong color, wrong signage, wrong names: that used to be an Indian restaurant, that road had two lanes, not three, and the Uber ride home was much longer.

They’re given no time to collect themselves before they’re at the doorstep of their childhood home, and it looks just like they remembered it, if they ignore the strange oppressing numbness and unease leaking through its doors and windows. Was home always this sad?

After checking to make sure they had all their things, they walked up to the front door and took a deep breath before knocking twice. They don’t know if anyone is home, so when they hear a familiar sound of shuffling, their heart leaps in their chest. Every second feels doubled as the shuffling grows louder and louder, and after what feels like forever, the door creaks open.

A tired, thin woman that resembles the mother Adrik remembers opens the door, looking her dead child in the eyes. They can’t read her emotions, and they’re grateful for it. They think it’s better they don’t know- at least, not yet.

“…Mom. It’s me. I’m home.”

Only an hour later, their father is here, having floored it down the highway and rushing his way home the moment he learned his child survived. There’s no dry eyes in the old Antonov house that day, and that dreadful feeling was long forgotten.

“My God, look at you! What did you do to your hair? Your face? I almost couldn’t recognize you.” Their mother’s hands pinch their cheeks, and for the first time, they laugh.

“I—“ Their father stands back slightly, still in disbelief. “That’s not what I want to know. What the hell happened to you? Where have you been?”

“It’s…” Adrik knows where to begin. It all started the night they died, right? But they don’t know where to end. In Russia, in Los Angeles, in Austria, here? They’re not the person that left Russia all those years ago, and they’re better for it, but they no longer know where AIRika ends and Adrik starts again. “…how long do you have?”

“Are you kidding? I have all the time in the word for you,” their mother says, and that settles it.

“The past few years of my life— where I’ve been, and who I was.” What a story to tell. “It started at a bar in Russia.”

And it ended at an airport in LA. Or it ended in a lab in Austria. Or it ended in a world held together by 0s and 1s. Or, maybe, it ended in an apartment in London, a house in Miami, a betrayal, a gun, a death, two, three, how many was that again, they lost count-

But even if they didn’t say it out loud, they knew how it ended. It ended with a realization of one’s wrongdoings, and how they tried to fix things, even when they had no right.

And the next day, Adrik held a long overdue meeting.

“Hoooly shit.”

“Nice to see you too, Ani.”

Adrik and Ani had agreed to meet in a public location, if only to force them both to behave. It’s public-ish, as in the end, there are a few things Adrik would rather keep private, but it works in a pinch— a small booth in a coffee shop tucked away in the corner, where nobody is paying attention. “Let me get this straight. After my confrontation, you crashed your car, so—“

“—they somehow thought I died and declared me dead. I wasn’t. I don’t know how they assumed that considering there wasn’t even a body, but whatever.” Adrik twirls their hair in their finger as they lean on their elbow, looking out the window. Eye contact is hard right now. “A group of people living off the grid found me. My injuries were too bad, so I just— I left— and then I went to the US to clear my head.”

“You. You left the fucking country? On God? You’re a dumbass, actually. You’re a huuuuuge dumbass.”

“Yep! If me cheating on you didn’t prove it, I make really, really stupid decisions sometimes. Cheating was the second dumbest, with the first being, well, that.” Only a few months ago, they’d never admit to their mistakes, let alone confront them. “I changed my name, decided to cash in on the whole Erika thing, and spent all my money making myself look like a new man. I was so good at it, I even tricked myself into thinking I was this new person.”

They finally build the confidence to look at Ani, only to see the most bewildered expression they’ve ever seen on a human. She pinches the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh, laughing. “Wow. Yeah. You’re just— you’re fucking crazy. You’re alive, but are you okay?”

“…Noooo! I’m sillay,” they say, emphasizing the “a”.

“What the fuck is sillay? Who am I kidding, it doesn’t matter. I was talking about the message I got about you.” Ani frowns. “I don’t like you, but I’m glad you’re not dead. I’m really glad you’re alive, actually. I don’t even hate you. I should, but I don’t.” She pauses to try and look them in the eye, and they meet her gaze— it’s the least they can do after everything. “…What did you get yourself into?”

It takes Adrik a moment to reply. In that time, their eyes move to the ring on her finger, her nails tapping on the table, and then back to her eyes. There’s a fire in them they’ve only seen once before, but this time, it isn’t directed at them.

“I have nothing to lose from being honest, right? It’s the least I can do.”

For the second time since arriving in Russia, they tell their story. They know where it starts, but the ending is still uncertain. Does it even have an end? Are they still living that story? They push those thoughts aside to focus on the words on their tongue, instead, finally giving Ani the long-deserved truth.

They spend a month back in Russia, tying up their loose ends. They’re quick to make themselves legally known, and after hours upon hours of questioning combined with DNA testing, Adrik is deemed… Adrik. They don’t know the specifics, but their “death” is undone and they’re finally able to get their documents back. Once again, they’re Adrik Antonov— this time for good.

They kept the spectacle out of the public eye as much as humanly possible, and to their credit, nobody pursued the story as heavily as they did their death. They were able to spend their time rebuilding their relationship with their parents and preparing themselves for whatever comes next.

Only a week before their flight to LA, while leaving the passport office, they find something under the rental car— a crusty little orange tabby, mewling for food. Since when did they feel pity? It’s deja vu. They take the cat in, name him Sunny, and make the long flight back with a new companion in hand.

Once they made it back to LA, they got to work. First, they cleaned up their apartment and decorated it with all the kitten supplies they’d ever need. Second, they finally, finally got an appointment with a therapist— as well as a psychiatrist, just to be safe.

Third, they dyed their hair back to blue in the shower, staring at themselves in the mirror the entire time as a ghost of the past possessed them. AIRika wasn’t looking back at them anymore. They were dead. Was this their second death?

It’s new, it’s old, and it’s mostly scary, but it’s the greatest feeling in the world.

Adrik didn’t understand relationships back then, they didn’t during the game, and they still don’t now. They don’t understand the feelings of fear, anguish, horror, and pain they went through. Isn’t love supposed to be a wonderful thing? Where were the butterflies in the stomach, the fleeting touches, and the little joys? When did it turn into secret messages, explosive paranoia, tear soaked pillows and a gun in their hands? Hiding their fears from one partner, because they all center around the other? Why did their heart beat so fast?

They hold their heart in their hands. It pumps. They feel the trigger. Squeeze. Press. What would’ve happened if they—

“I feel crazy. I think I’m crazy,” they told their therapist. “I was crazy. Maybe I still am. I was starting to lose myself. And if either of them died, I think I would’ve too. Don’t know what I would’ve done. Maybe I would’ve started a new life somewhere, never get close to people again. I’ll play with a different kind of fire. I’ll burn because I want to. Nobody else can burn me.” The words leave their mouth freely. “Am I crazy? Get it over with and tell me I’m crazy.”

They’re told they’re not crazy. They’re normal to feel this way. It was the only normal thing about Adrik, but they were grateful for it. They were finally validated by someone on the outside. It gives them much to think about, though, and they’re faced with a series of decisions: What do you do after such a heartbreak? Can they really recover from this? How do you rebuild trust with someone?

That’s why they’re surprised when they agree to continue the relationship— albeit with a break, and a promise to take things much slower than before. Even with the pace, they’re promised a safe place in Miami and London. They’re surprised to be held, cherished, and loved after everything, even if it isn’t in the same way.

They wait for things to fall apart again. They wait for the paranoia to settle in, the secrets to unravel, and for their next explosion. But… everything is fine. They go the way they want them to. It’s by no means perfect, and they still have their moments, but everything finally starts to settle.

They even move to Miami to be closer to Erik A, first moving into their own place before settling in with him after some more time passes, and make frequent trips to London to see Akito. They take things slow, knowing they need the space to actually learn who they are and what they want out of this, but it works out. They almost can’t believe it, but here they were, reaching their thirties and surrounded by friends and family, new and old, close and far. Some are old, like Kenshin and Byrne, and others are new as they finally start to meet people. They travel around the world, real and virtual, and it’s nice. It’s different from when they traveled the country to perform, and they liked it.

They went from being all alone to having friends in little pockets all throughout the world. It makes them feel sappy, and sick, but in the way one feels after eating too much sugar, a sweet sickliness. They think they like it.

Tap. Adrik presses a button on their phone and starts recording. “I wanted something new, so I killed AIRika. The act was getting stale anyways.”

There was silence from “AIRika” for over a year, until suddenly, an announcement was made by Soaring Skies:

The Amazing Angel, AIRika, will now be operating under the stage name Phoenix. The theming and choreography has been altered to reflect this new era. They also will no longer be participating in tours, and will only perform in special ticketed events. Thank you for your continued patronage.

They retired from touring to settle down in Miami, but more importantly, to focus on themselves. They still practiced everyday, installing another rig in their new home, but it wasn’t as intense. Even with the new aesthetics, full of bright colors and sparkles, it was more calm than before. They liked it that way.

“But I’m really just me, Adrik. You know the deal.” A laugh leaves their lips, and they speak out loud as they write. “My therapist was onto something when he said to journal your thoughts. I have a place to put everything. It’s funny to listen to the early entries. I was so fucked up. RIP Bozo.” They pause. “Literally, I had so much wrong with me, but whatever. I’m not fine now, and I never will be, but I’m getting close.”

They stop again for a second, hesitant, but they move on. “Death has always been a weird thing for me. I should probably fear it, right? But I just don’t. It’s hard when death doesn’t really feel permanent. I mean, I technically died, and I guess so did AIRika, but here I am. And then, I look at the people who ‘died’ all those years ago. Like, are they dead? How dead are you if the brain lives on, and if your memory remains?”

A sigh is drawn from their lips.

“I don’t know. I’m not religious, and even if I was, I know where I’d end up. But how does it all work, souls and memories and death? I thought about it a lot when Cosette died, and years later, I still don’t know. I almost hope there’s an afterlife, so that they can eat all the crepes and live their best life, but that’s all it is- hope.

I’d like a happy ending. Not for me, but for the people that deserve it. The world doesn’t work like that, though, and you can lose everything at any moment. Sucks to suck, but what can we do?

I guess, what I’m trying to say is…”

Adrik can’t beat around the bush any longer, can they? They know it’s dumb to hide their true thoughts this way.

“I don’t fear death. Despite everything, I don’t fear death. I think the grim reaper and I would get along great. I attract dramatic broods, right? But all jokes aside, it’s hard to ever envision me dying.

Physically, I’ll go at some point. Hopefully of old age, but maybe something else. Who knows? But it’s hard to fear death when I know that even when I’m gone from this world, reduced to bones or ashes or whatever they do to me, people will remember me. They’ll remember the good, the bad, and the ugly, but they’ll actually remember me. People will say my name, tell my stories, and keep my memory alive. And when they go, their children will remember me, and then theirs, and it’ll probably last a few generations before I really, really die. Yeah, dying sucks, and I hope it waits for me. I have a few things I still need to do before I go. I’m not afraid, though. It’s stupid to live in fear of something like that.

So, indulge in the people you love, treat yourself, and make a life worth remembering. Change yourself into the person you want to be, no matter how far gone you think you are. I still can’t believe people had faith in me, but they did… and now here I am! Decent-ish!” They finally laugh. “This is getting long, and sappy, and I don’t like it. I’m ending this here. Okay? Okay, bye~”

They end the recording before it becomes more rambles about life, and death, and the weird spaces between it. It’s exhausting contemplating that. They flop back on to the bed with a little huff, rolling their head to the side and checking the time: 11 o’clock. Nobody would be home for a bit.

“Guess I should get up and do something, huh? I have the whoooole day ahead of me.”

#AIRika #submission #epilogue

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thedeadthree · 4 months

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-`. 𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐆.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @carrionsflower and @leviiackrman to post a few tunes from my on repeat playlist!! ty ty!!!!!!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @galvus, @griffin-wood, @queennymeria, @jendoe, @grapecaseschoices, @keilumennura, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @lavampira, @leondaltons, @fragilestorm, @alltoowelltv, @marazhaiaezyrraesh, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @carlosoliveiraa, @celticwoman, @shellibisshe, @marivenah, @perpetuagf, @arduath, @envergothash, @quickhacked, @katsigian, @theviridianbunny, @gortash, @bloodofvalyria, @gwynbleidd, @faerune, @shadowglens, @mrdekarios, @risingsh0t, @cloudofbutterflies92, @kyber-infinitygems, @nokstella and you!!!!!

— 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒: shuffle your “On Repeat” playlist and list the first 10 songs.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 — taylor swift.

𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 — alt blk era.

Яд (𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍) — erika lundmoen.

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 — nina utashiro.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 — billie eilish.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 — tate mcrae.

𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 (𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐗) — megan thee stallion, spirit box.

𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊 — odetari.

𝐇𝐄𝐘 — ic3peak.

𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 — joseph trapanese, percival schuttenbach.

#only if you want to!! <3 #leg.tagged #leg.txt #TY TY AIRIKA AND JESS YOU DEARIES YOUU 🥀🤧✨ this was so fun to do!!!!!!! <3 #cythiacore is the archer and she wrote that song about her ik this taylor told me 🥀♥️🥴😌✨#yelling that every song is from a clown playlist they have ye olde brainspace all day all the time xkxjhxhx love that !!!!!!#I AM SO SO SORRY IF I MISSED BESTIES i was on mobile for this 🥀😭 please take this as ur tag!!!!!! ♥️

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imogenkol · 6 months

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☃️ OC HOLIDAY APPRECIATION — Kit Slater for @chuckhansen 🎁

#happy holidays!#and also a very happy birthday Airika!!!#oc holiday boards #friend’s ocs

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carrionsflower · 5 days

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god grant me the serenity to accept that i am that bitch , the courage to not pop the next mf who gives me attitude in the damn mouth, and the wisdom for them to know when i’m about to throw these hands

#airika txt.#tbd.#me @ work #i do not knowwww what has gotten into people this week #but if one more person even gives me the slightest bit of condescending or stupid attitude i’m going to lose it #i get it. WE ALL hate working customer service.#my head SPUN.#like WHOM are you talking to like this bc i know it ain’t me 👹

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loriane-elmuerto · 1 month

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨

#AIRIKA I THINK YOU'RE WONDERFUL TOO!!!!!#lori answers

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faerune · 2 years

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ocs + personality traits — ceridwen (lord of the rings)

#oh good LORD IM TIRED OF LOOKING AT THIS #lotr oc #mine*#gif*#oc: ceridwen #ocpersonality #shout out to airika who is an angel and helped me find archer footage

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citrlet · 1 year

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omg i just watched becky (2020) and i'm officially obsessed

#movies where women snap in a vengeful murderous rage? peak cinema #AND i just found out theres a sequel this month the trailer looks SO GOOD #if i were still cosplaying i would cosplay becky 1000%#anyway i just had to scream about becky for a second alfksks my brain has latched onto it #thank you airika for rebloggint that gif set of it that made me watch it lol #non sims #dl

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jessicatredes · 5 months

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GOD BLESS STAFF FOR BESTOWING YOU WITH YOUR BLOG AGAIN, AS YOU RIGHTFULLY DESERVE

ik im so happy!! 😭😭 @chuckhansen was an angel and told me a different way to submit an appeal ticket and it literally was fixed in like five mins lol

#airika i am indebted to you 🙏🙏🙏

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 1 year

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The Big Mistake | Adrik | Ch5 Results Reaction

That… didn’t go according to plan. That didn’t go according to plan at all. In fact, that went horribly.

Adrik had constructed the perfect plan in their mind before the trial:

1. Wait for an opening.

2. Shoot Calluna with a tranquilizer.

3. Charge at An to get the tablet.

4. …They would see when we got there!

It was supposed to be perfect. And wanted them to take a stand for the people they cared about, right? This was their stand. Their moment. They were going to end everything once and for all.

Except, they never got that, because of course someone else had a gun, and of course someone was going to try to stop them. They’re not dumb enough to continue, knowing it was all over anyways— they’d never get the chance to charge at A now. So, that’s it, they’re dead, right?

Wrong. Everything hurts, and they land with a yell and a thud, and time passes around them strangely. Their cape is searched, they’re in pain, there’s yelling, and they feel themselves get dragged over to a seat. They catch a few words— wait, the gun was lethal, they just thought it was anesthesia— they’re an idiot to do this— Erisu is alive— but only half of it registers. Their head hurts too much for them to think straight. They hear yelling, they hear anger, and they just struggle, trying to refuse help but failing.

“I— I didn’t know it was lethal—“

They hiss, looking at Byrne for just a second before the guilt washes over. Oh, oh God, they fucked up. They do that a lot. Really, why is everyone surprised? They take a deep breath, hanging their head and pulling away from everyone that might try to comfort them to wrap themselves in their cape, trying to stave off the coming panic. They don’t deserve to panic. They know that. Yet, it still comes.

“It wasn’t supposed to kill— I didn’t know! I didn’t, I— it was supposed to just be anesthesia— what do you mean it’s lethal?! Why would that just be out—?! I didn’t know, I didn’t fucking know! What the fuck, what the fuck?! Nothing here makes any fucking sense—!”

They’re alive, Erisu is alive, but really, none of that matters, right? They still pulled the gun. They’re still stuck here. Everyone is still stuck here. They’re stuck, waiting, for something to happen.

Has anything really changed?

#submission #AIRika #chapter5

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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— IOVANNA DAYNE OF STARFALL + STYLE

👗 + iovanna requested by @chuckhansen (part 1/2) + @d-vx ty sm!

moodboard meme 💜🔮

#oc: iovanna dayne #tv: house of the dragon #house of the dragon oc #hotd oc #asoiaf oc #🦇: airika #🌹: mari #chuckhansen #d-vx #TY MARI AND AIRIKA YOU SEARS YOU ✨🥺#(ILL POST THE SECOND MOODBOARD YOU REQUESTED TOMORROW MORNING AIRIKA you sweetheart you again ty ty 🔮✨🥺)#the coloring came out so pretty im on the floor crying 🔮💫😖#TY TY SO MUCH FOR ASKING MY BABY 💫✨🥺 she’s living in the headspace utterly rent free!#and her aesthetic means the world to me and any opportunity to see it i am ecstatic to ✨🤧💜💜#i owe vogue my life for this photoshoot of her fc m*alika in a this style 💜💫😌#iovanna you live true to your title bc you are a VISION ✨😌#the sword maybe totally not dawn the ancestral sword aesthetic 🔮🌿👀 and the crown what wouldve been hers if she ruled ✨👀#perhaps it could be described as a projection on her part u know? bc who hasn’t imagined themselves on the iron throne ✨😌#rhaen*us YOU WERE RIGHT my dear! who hasn’t! ✨😌#leg.ocs #leg.edit #*ocmoodboards #*ocedit #*my ocs #t: moodboard #also! if we are mutuals and you would like the coloring I would be honored to send it to y’all ✨🤧

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statichvm · 6 months

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12, 34, 42, 70 + 🎶

12.) shame / mitski

34.) vampire smile / kyla la grange

42.) bark like a god / sloppy jane

70.) just a girl / florence + the machine

#ty airika!! 💜#asks #chuckhansen

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carrionsflower · 6 days

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i will NEVER understand why customers get so irritated when i ask them for basic information. like … YOU called ME???? does it look like i have a drone on you to know your address? thst i magically hacked your phone to get your number???? they act like i’m asking for their blood type and social security number like shut upppppp 💀

#airika txt.#me @ work #idk how else they expect us to be able to find them 🙃#like i don’t give a DAMN where u live dawg #it’s like they think i’m just gonna take the info and rob them #as soon as i put your information in our system TRUST i forget all abt you

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solasan · 9 months

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8 - 15 + alarice 💓

ask me questions abt my ocs <3

8. would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

oh absolutely. i mean, she kind of does over the course of the game lol; she's an extremely good liar, so she's pretty good at talking her way out of suspicious situations. i think her method of body disposal in the city at least is just... dumping bodies in the chionthar, which works pretty well for her (i imagine bodies turn up in the chionthar all the time).

morality-wise, she's not inclined towards cold-blooded murder — she doesn't see the point in dirtying her hands unless someone's tried to hurt her first — but she would mentally 'get away with it' so to speak because of those rules? she's able to placate her conscience over any deaths she causes by "they tried to hurt me first, it was me or them", so she's cool with that.

actual cold-blooded murder would weigh on her a little more heavily, i think; she's not a super guilty person as a rule, but that's mostly just bc she's very good at justifying her actions to herself. cold-blooded murder without someone trying to hurt her first is harder to justify.

9. do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

tbh alarice's Song is easy by son lux (feat. lorde), so the lyric i associate with her the most is "pull out your heart / to make the being alone / easy" 🙃. she doesn't seem like a particularly lonely person — she's charismatic, funny, good at making friends, and commands attention — but no one she meets rly gets to know the person she actually is and that causes its own loneliness. she keeps everyone at a distance (because that's how she's learnt u stay alive) and that's, y'know, not great.

10. what's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

hmm. there's not any huge aspects of her backstory that could change to cause an AU, but i suppose the idea of what would've happened if her and astarion had met in baldur's gate before the events of the game is interesting. there's the possibility that she'd get super fucking murdered though so idk how sustainable that AU is. unless she got turned into a spawn instead??? sdhdsjkdsjk im not sure im SOWWY.

11. what is your OC's weapon of choice? have they ever actually used it?

daggers!!!!! 2 of them, she is the queen of off-hand melee. but she's also partial to a light crossbow :) she actually uses them more than she uses any magic tbh; she's a college of swords bard, and she's been incorporating knife-throwing into her performances since she was a teenager, so she's more comfortable with weapons than she is with magic. (not that she doesn't use magic, obviously, especially since a lot of the spells she knows are trickery/illusion based so they're useful to her, but i digress).

12. is your OC self-destructive? in what ways?

ohhhh yes. her self-destructive nature tends to manifest as recklessness — whether that's taking jobs she shouldn't (cough cough) while working for the guild, or racking up huge gambling debts, or trusting a vampire spawn who has absolutely no reason not to rip her throat out, or throwing herself into battle with nothing but a song or a spell to guide her. she says that her main goal is survival, and it is, but she dislikes herself juuust enough to unconsciously fuck that up in little ways every day.

13. if you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

i mean i would probably be charmed by her but also she would steal from me and i am so broke that that would break my heart. i think tbh she would intimidate me a lot too; she's very confident in a seemingly effortless kind of way, and i'd either recognise some of myself in that — since i have it on good authority from others that i come across in a similar way — or i'd like... have a moment of "oh she is everything i want to be" and that'd mess w my head lol. i don't think she'd have any particular love for me, but that's more bc unless people can serve her or they're bound together by a tadpole in the head she doesn't really let herself appreciate the people around her.

14. how does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

strong. powerful. funny and confident and bright and right. she wants to be admired like a hero from a song, but underneath that, deep down, she really wants to be loved. the mortifying ordeal of being known really keeps her away from that though lol; she's extremely terrified of being vulnerable with anyone, so she hides a lot of herself from those around her.

15. does your OC have a faceclaim? if so, who?

she does!!! steffy argelich rly gets the vaguely chaotic look down and she has the hairrr lol. alarice's eyes are blue, which is the only difference rly.

#THANK U AIRIKA U ARE A STAR ILY #sorry if this doesn't make any sense lol i JUST woke up #answered #ch: alarice silversong

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knavestrolls · 9 months

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Ok I’m ososo sleepy and don’t have brain cells but um. If u have things u wanna share but don’t get the chance to, I’m makin grabby hands. Otherwise I’m nappin in ur ask box :P

This is gonna be a long post of silly little fun facts so here's a readmore.

Merrin doesn't glow if the sun is up. It only glows with the moonlight. Althea's dreamjob is trophy wife. Her second dream job is adult toy tester. Calmet knows the name Alacard. They have no idea who he is. Mortal's phone home screen is a picture of Barbie sleeping. His lock screen is a close up of her eye that's so zoomed in it's unrecognizable as an eye but he knows what it is. Rimmer is an absolute disaster gay who's type is something he'll only admit to while under the influence. Vladir isn't attracted to Syhren's current body she's tied to. If a quad of Veketi's ever hurt him, Liegia would kill them at risk of her own life. However, if they hurt her while he wasn't around but they clearly make him happy? She'd hide that fact and take it to the grave. Liliac's favorite flower is actually dandelions. Angela regularly shows up to work in her husband's shirts and has to change because she realizes she got dressed tired and the oversized shirt is restricting her movement.

Helsin has almost broken his wrist by stimming a little too hard too long. Nerola has no confidence that anyone will stay with her- except for her moirail. If there ever was a day he'd leave her it would break her completely. She also will let anyone do anything to her in trying to make friends.

Koreki can track scents via tasting them. His tongue can expand to almost a foot long.

Bailey, despite working at a bar, is a lightweight.

Beatrx's vision is slightly blurred due to her unusual pupils.

Xennaa would regularly leave needles around by accident while she was working on projects and still wanted to be a seamstress, which left Trisin with no more than 4 foot scars.

Harvey is a vegetarian because he hates the taste of blood. He loves to pretend to be a vampyre.

Cutlas will wear anything but shapewear.

Airika regularly performs for small crowds of lowbloods for free. She dreams of starting a school of ballet for the less fortunate.

Nemasu can't read.

Ginesa is life long friends with Kala.

Trisin can make all 6 irises look individually.

Sadhbh never disconnects her legs, even when home alone.

Espoir's current Favorite Person is Feashe, and neither of them know if it's romantic leaning.

Maxton refuses all interviews except during a competition, and then only accepts those done by the official casting crew.

Gefgor's voice is incredibly low baritone.

Vravei, although themed with snakes, lusus was actually a luna moth.

Salzaar could be any weight she chooses, but is most comfortable with what's seen currently.

Hearts loves filling in for trapzee best and filling in for Dimple least.

Dimple has 3 replacement noses on her at all times.

Alexie has only spoken to two trolls in the last sweep.

Jugular once confused regular brownies with edibles and proceeded to have the worst night of her life completely sober.

The body Syhren's currently in was once named Girlie.

Davosi's pupil shape makes their distance judgement terrible.

Tsubuu doesn't like talking walks on land- being too far away from her ship gives her terrible anxiety.

Doppio watches e-sports to relax. She has a favorite streamer but he doesn't know it's her because she chats on a throw away account to not draw attention to herself.

Feashe wears her hair in buns because it's the easiest hairstyle to do that she thinks balances out her horns.

Esstoc likes to find quiet places to read books alone. Recently he found one that had a mutant girl sleeping- so he stayed until she woke up just to make sure she made it back safely.

Neyire's fashion sense has been the same since she was a wriggler.

Velosi will wear anything for the right price.

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