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Ends Meet Emotes (in order):
Astral Elf Warlock Ayumi by Des
Plasmoid Cleric Jerry by John
Rock Gnome Wizard Dr. Oreo by @gemshine
Human Sorcerer/Wizard Lilly by @fuqfuckfuclfuck
Tabaxi Ranger/Monk Iro by @frerf
Human Paladin Lucian by @thepixova
#dnd#d&d#Dungeons and Dragons#Astral Elf#plasmoid#rock gnome#tabaxi#warlock#cleric#wizard#ranger#sorcerer#monk#paladin#artists on tumblr#emotes#character art#digital art#my art#sunfell#Ayumi Asteros#Jerry#Oreo Lanthanide#Lilly Beenhouwer#Iro#Lucian Ritiki#fuqfuckfuclfuck#thepixova#frerf#Ends Meet
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Wren (he/they)
The one with the least daddy/mommy issues, given he had two dads and Randy. Glaze and Temp win the grand prize for those issues
He’s very polite and formal; he reminds the older ones a lot of Dream, it’s weird. He’s the responsible one of the group, and the others call him a killjoy because he won’t let them do shit that’ll get them hurt.
They’re very talented with a glaive, like Finch, but their forte is daggers. This includes throwing daggers. And dear god can they throw them. Few of the beasts are safe from them. The Maelstrom is another story but it’s fiiiine
Wren has trouble interacting with new people, because he tends to come off as a prissy, up-tight snob. He’s just minding his manners. He also tends to avoid taking risks, because as the self-appointed Responsible One™ he has to set a good example. He keeps missing out on fun things.
Finch and Hacker (but only a ref for Finch)
They really had no idea what they were doing, but they did their best. They had Randy to give them advice, too.
Finch kinda sprung the clone thing on Hacker suddenly, but in Finch’s defense there was very little time between The Idea and Getting Cloned. Finch was the only one who actually thought ahead to the ‘I’m going to have to take care of this kid in about nine months, I better start preparing.’ part. To his credit he didn’t make Hacker help him, he just kinda went ‘hey uhh. I’m getting cloned. They’re going to be a baby in like nine months and i’m going to have to take care of them and shit. I would like your help but you do not have to. You’ve got a hot while to decide so don’t freak just yet’
Hacker was very confused but after a while he decided he’d help. Which was probably for the best, given how JR fucking crumbled when the little shits were done baking, and Finch was basically left homeless.
Just don’t tell Bobby she’s technically an aunt now. She’s going to have crisis what do you MEAN she’s an aunt she’s FIFTEEN
She’s going to disown hacker as her adoptive brother (I say, as if she doesn’t refuse to call him such already).
Wren still calls Finch and Hacker his dads.
Other stuff:
Wren’s alignment is Lawful/neutral good
He’s also afab like Finch, and Finch and Hacker were like ‘if Wren is a clone of a trans man what are the chances that they’re going to be cis.’ The answer was 0
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Thank you thank you @paladinbaby for drawing my Frankie!
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ASK BOX.
🧡Sunshine and Warmth!!! For the ask game!!!!
HEHEHE i have a feeeew to answer these two with so i'll add em in
sunshine: a snippet where your characters are having fun outdoors
silly whoopsverse folklore/small town au
It was a few weeks later that it happened. Vas was hanging out with Cris and Jay, skipping rocks over a stream and shoving each other near the water, when Jay brought it up.
“Let’s sneak into the farmhouse,” he said, out of nowhere. Cris shot straight up from where she’d been leant over the water, sputtering.
“Why the heck would we do that?” she scoffed, flicking ice-cold water at Jay. He ducked out of the way, sticking his tongue out at her. Vas reclined against the rock she was sitting on.
“Everybody’s always telling us to stay out, but I want to see what the big deal is, myself!” Jay plopped down onto the muddy stream banks, kicking his feet out into the water. “It can’t be that scary.”
Vas thought back to the way the woman’s gaze had almost pinned her in place, and shivered.
“What would we get out of it, even?” Cris groaned, brushing her muddy hands off on her knees. Her knees were also muddy, so it didn’t do much.
“I dunno, curiosity?”
“It killed the cat,” Cris chimed.
“Satisfaction brought it back,” Vas finished, shrugging. She shielded her eyes against the bright autumn sun. “Maybe if we go, we can finally put an end to our bet, yeah, Cris?”
There was a pause. Cris blinked, but Vas could see her resolve crumbling just as much as hers was. “You can’t seriously be considering going.”
“Come on, Cris, don’t be a wimp,” Jay goaded. “Vas is in, I’m in, are you in?”
Vas didn’t know why she wanted to go so badly. By all accounts, she should really have been frightened out of her mind like all the other people in Sunfell. It was just… There was something about the way the lady held herself. She seemed so…calm.
Cris looked between Jay and Vas, dismay clear on her face. Eventually she groaned, throwing her hands in the air in defeat. Jay cheered, and Vas smiled.
“Fine,” she grumbled, climbing out of the stream and shaking the excess water off her legs. “But I have to be home before dark, or Mum’s gonna kill me.”
and also
toh oc potion shenanigans
Sol crossed her arms smugly, waiting for the potion to take effect. Seriously, the potion was his idea. Sure, it had been an off-hand comment about beastkeeping magic and potions and wanting to pet a fox, but it was still his idea! He didn't have to be so skittish about it.
"Is it… working?" he asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. She was about to reply when the bushes rustled nearby. Both of them froze, waiting with bated breath as a small nose poked out of the foliage.
From the red leaves emerged a beautiful little auburn fox. It trotted right up to Goldie and sniffed at his boots. He squeaked, then crouched down, cautiously extending a gloved hand.
"H-hey, buddy," he whispered. The fox sniffed at his fingertips, now. Apparently it deemed them worthy of affection, because it started licking them. Goldie giggled. Giggled! Oh, Solstice would hold this over him forever.
Another set of bushes rustled. Both of them nearly broke their necks with how fast they snapped their heads around to look at it. Out came another fox, who joined its brethren at Goldie's boots.
"Oh, hi," he cooed, clearly taken with the creatures. Sol's brow furrowed. She hadn't thought the potion was long-lasting enough to attract two animals… They must have been close by.
But then the bushes rustled again. This time, only Sol turned to look at it. Out crawled a…tortoise? It slowly shuffled through the grass to bump its face into Goldie's heel.
Okay. Weird. But surely there couldn't be that many animals hiding in this corner of the woods… right?
The bushes rustled. Solstice, you fool. Even GG looked up, this time. He looked nervous again.
"Sol? How many animals is this supposed to bring here?"
She didn't answer, staring in dread at the trees around them. She hadn't noticed it until just now, but about 50 birds had settled silently on the branches surrounding the clearing. One brave soul fluttered down to perch on GG's shoulder, and then another, and then another. Soon, he was swarmed by birds. And there were fiendcats and crawling boas and king deer entering the clearing, too. Before long she couldn't see or hear Goldie past the sheer mass of wildlife burying him.
warmth: a snippet that gives you the warm fuzzies
keepska wingswap au
It doesn’t stop happening. Every time they’re in a room together, one of Kiska’s wings finds its way over to him, like a fleshy feathered blanket. Or an umbrella. Or-- Well, frankly, there’s just not a good metaphor for it. He’ll say it like it is: Kiska’s sheltering him under her wing like a fretting mother bird, and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
It’s not like it’s a bad thing. Honestly, Keeper finds it hilarious. Birdbrain, he thinks to himself, in a tone of voice he refuses to admit is unbearably fond. Beyond that, though, it’s…comforting. It really is, in a way he can’t quite put a name to. Even when the wing doesn’t physically rest on his shoulders, having it cupped around him, warming, protecting-- It’s nice.
It’s better when it does drape over him, though. Take right now: Kiska has taken it upon herself to disturb his work, and that means she’s pressed up against his side while he sits and tries and fails to write an account of a farmer who invented a new species of wheat. He fails in large part because Kiska has her wings wrapped fully around him, and not only are they getting in the way of his movements, they’re also highly distracting. They’re warm, and they feel heavy and comforting, like the softest weighted blanket you could ever imagine. Mostly, though, they’re distracting because it’s Kiska, with her cheek smooshed onto his shoulder and her wings wrapped around him securely, like protection, like a claim. He puts his pen down and allows himself the indulgence of carding a hand through the feathers. She hums and burrows further against him, her wings flexing around his like a hug.
He ends up falling asleep there, nodding off until his temple is pressed against the crown of Kiska’s head, with the rest of him comfortably nestled in her wings.
#asked and answered#briar writes#whoopsverse#oc: vas#oc: kiska#toh oc#oc: solstice#hunter toh#she didnt know his name at that point so she just called him variations on the golden guard#im also not tagging cris and jay because theyre extremely minor characters who never show up in any other fic ever#except for jay who is a fill-in villain for kiska sometimes#his name is jason but he is never actually relevant#cris is short for chrysalis who is a character i made with nat and promptly abandoned#oh right i forgot#friend oc: keeper
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(cont from x)
@stcrmborne
“You know, surprisingly, none of that is reassuring to hear.” Vashael twisted his wrists in their bonds, and curled his lips when the ropes held firm. His humanoid form was strong, but not strong enough to snap a well-braided rope without aid. If he was able to shift just his fingertips, then perhaps he could cut through the fibers, but he never had practiced much at partial shape changing.
“They’re Sunfell cult.” He spat. “A group that worships an ancient tyrant from a thousand years ago. I recognize their robes - they’re a problem in my home country.” He ran his tongue across his lip experimentally, tasting the drying blood from a cut that had finally stopped bleeding. It left an acrid taste in his mouth. Had that arrow been poisoned?
“They’re not known for torture, per say, but there’s probably nothing good planned for us, given that we’re still alive.” Vashael shifted, and tried to readjust his legs as best he could, given his position. His foot was beginning to go numb, jammed as it was between his body and the wall of the makeshift cell they’d been thrown into. “My head was still ringing when they threw us in here. Did you hear them say anything useful?”
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i found a sickly pale human and i guess im keeping him
Nakoa Gray and Kenyan Sunfell | spoogygus (@tonysiron)
22/7/22
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you know it's gonna be a good campaign when your players' party is comprised of two lesbians, a himbo, and a himbim
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Making up Ubese words
My muses Anibi (and her daughter Kato) are Ubese, and there is really not much reference for the Ubese language at all except that one scene in ROTJ. So I made up a couple words, sort of based on what I heard in the movie.
Boushh/Leia says ‘yatoccha’ which C3PO interprets as agreement. So I cosnider ‘yatoccha’ a formal ‘yes/I agree’ and ‘ccha’ is an informal yes.
Words that I made up:
ccha - yes (informal)
plo’ch - please
mado - mother
addo - father
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The son of a kitchen woman. Brendol Hux’s bastard.
#armitage hux#general hux#POE KNOWS#and you can SEE the flicker of hurt on Hux's face before he turns and yells to open fire#featuring Amy Adams as Hux's biological mother and NOT as Maratelle Hux#my own personal name headcanon for her is Nola Sunfell! <3 in case anyone is interested!!!!!!!!#mygifs
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the librarians and the guardians!!! the gangs all here!!! library squad ROLL OUT 💪🤓
[ID: four colored marker drawings of a dnd party from the home game library of lensa. each drawing shows the characters from the shoulders up except the last one which is just a face and neck
1: frankie sunfell (she/her). frankie is a white elf with pale skin, blue eyes, and long, curly blond hair that is shaved on one side. she has several gold piercings in her ears and one in her nose. she has beauty marks, dramatic makeup, and is wearing heavy armor in silver, lilac, and gold with a sun design on the shoulder
2: nox revelation lyrium (he/they). nox is a tiefling with purple skin, red eyes, and red hair in a short, choppy style with a mullet. they have two horns that are purple and brown, silver piercings in their ears, septum, and bridge, and black lipstick. he is wearing a black choker and a black tshirt with a cactus on it
3: kai haruko (he/they). kai is a japanese and hawaiian human with light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and closely shaved hair. he has silver piercings in their ear, septum, and eyebrow, as well as a notch in one eyebrow. they are wearing a black tshirt, silver chain, and a black leather jacket with a collar and two visible patches, one of a skull and the other of a yellow sun with an A in it
4: bo dawson (he/him). bo is a white human with pale, heavily freckled skin, green eyes, and short, curly orange hair. the drawing shows him from the neck up and does not include clothes or have his name written beside him like the other drawings do. end ID]
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Emote of Ben, @radical-bi's Human Fighter
#dnd#Dungeons and Dragons#D&D#fighter#human fighter#fantasy#artists on tumblr#illustration#character art#emotes#drawing#digital art#my art#sunfell#Benjamin Flynn#radical-bi
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The Brides Of The Two Vampire Kings
(Pt. IV)
As the sunfell, soon came the darkness of the night. The masquerade ball had already began, in the matter of minutes it quickly became lively as ever. The Castle was known to have one of the largest party ever, it had always syarter from nightfall to near sunrise. In order for everyone to get home on time of course. There were many guests that had already arrived, the castle filled with many vampires. To each both Adler and Price individually knew, while they was busy welcoming the guests. Mary and Elvira were nearly finished getting ready for the long evening ahead, the maids who helped them get ready was frantically rushing to help them finish. Both individually wearing such beautiful dresses, their hair done neatly, along with all of their make up and freshen up. Elvira walked over to the stairs, quickly observing on how many people there were. Easily she had lost count in how many people there was, whom had attended to the party this evening. She suddenly became extremely nervous. Mainly because she couldn't see where Price was as well, finding the strength to walk down the stairs. Passing by many strangers, finding her way into the large ballroom. Where everyone was mostly standing, talking, drinking or eating. The music playing in the background. Of all the guests were Vampires, with Elvira and Mary being the only humans there.
"Excuse me, miss? Miss Wolff! I'm so honoured to meet you, we get to finally meet you in the flesh! And not through some simple painting..." A voice could be heard, which made Elvira look over and seeing a stranger standing before her. A kind smile on his features, he seemed friendly. A little too friendly for Elvira's liking...
"Oh hallo sir, it's a pleasure to meet you..." Elvira replied, observing him closely. She hoped she wouldn't have to talk to him for too long. Which sounded rude to others, but in her eyes. All she wanted to do was get a simple drink; Then to find Price, and enjoy the rest of her evening.
Mary in the other side of the room, staying in her little corner and observing everyone closely. Drink in hand, as she took a sip of it. In her own little world, from the corner of her eye. She saw someone approaching over to her, snapping back into reality. Only a mere stranger approached her, just like how the other did to Elvira. Seemed like they were both interested in the women individually.
"Hello miss Peterson! Wow, finally in the flesh! Adler hasn't killed you yet ... I thought him and Price were insane you know?" The man spoke with laughter.
Mary also laughed a little bit too, at least she still had the will to still laugh regardless of what she had been through so far. While the two continued to talk together, just like Elvira and the other strange man. It was clear that Elvira had gotten bored rather quickly. Still haven't been able to leave the conversation, and was easily becoming annoyed because of it.
"Look... Whatever your doing, I'm not interested. And I'm not interested in you either, have a good night sir." Elvira quickly pulled her hand away, and went off into the crowd trying to get away. Disappearing, while her eyes looked around. Still trying to look for Price.
While Adler and Price found themselves to leave the group they was talking to, knowing that Elvira and Mary both had caught themselves in a predicament. And the fact that both of the men were starting to get a little jealous. Through the many crowds of people, Price had found his way to Elvira seeing her quickly going towards her.
"Elvira! There you are! I have been looking all over for you ... Are you alright? What seemes to be the problem?" Price asked her, as he pulled her into his arms gently. Looking around the crowed of people, he could easily sense the amount of vampires staring at them. Most probably because young Elvira, her sweet scent of her blood. He glared at the others whom were staring at them; A way from them to back off, and to mind their own business.
"There was this man ... I don't know, but he really made me uncomfortable. I have no idea where he is now..." Elvira wrapped her arms around his body, looking around. Becoming uncomfortable.
Speaking of the devil, the same man Elvira was talking about sudenenly appeared. He almost fell over, tripping a little as he escaped from the crowd. Regaining his balance, as he looked up seeing Price and Elvira laughing nervously looking up to see Price.
"Oh Mr Price, hello sir!" He almost stammered on his words, he needed to make it much more concinving than the originally situation at hand itself. Before he then cleared his throat. "I uh- ... I was going to show young Wolff the way to you. But you see, she ran away from me you know... How disobedient of her." The stranger spoke, going towards him.
Price took a quick glance at him, before then punching him in the face. His body easily flying back near to the crowd, falling onto the ground. With the other guests quickly moving away, they didn't dare to speak a word. He waited before the stranger could try and get up, going towards him quickly placing his foot on his stomach.
"If I ever see you around Elvira again, next time I won't be as easy as I was." Price assured, turning away from him and gently grabbing Elvira's hand. Keeping her close to him as possible, they two eventually had disappeared into the crowd.
At the same time Adler had delt with the other stranger in hand, who had a pretty much beaten face; His nose was bleeding profusely, yet he couldn't care any less. Letting him bleed before Adler had left him, now willing to keep Mary safe more than ever. Taking Mary in his arms, disappearing into the crowd. Just like Elvira and Price had too.
"Beating him was uncessary, yes he was bothering me but still..." Mary replied to Adler, those two strangers couldn't be seen anymore. Which was rather odd, but tonight wasn't the time to be worrying constantly.
"That vampire was bloodthirsty like anything, he could’ve suck you dry. And left you to die, or even worse." Adler didn't dare to go on, in the distance seeing Price too holding Elvira closely.
There was... Something about the uncertainty of the air tonight, that had felt rather odd to Adler. He had hoped Price could feel it to, so he wouldn't be the only madman here tonight. As he was always described as. Yet he couldn't place a finger on it, that was the main issue. He hated that he couldn't find out why. He was rather known well to be on guard. He also loved to observe everyone's moves, he knew what they would do next. Almost like a chess game but not quite, because he already knows what they're going to do. But not all things, are well known. What the two kings couldn't control, was how the various paintings would drastically change tonight.
"Elvira ... Would you like to dance?" Price suddenly asked Elvira, having his hand out to her. Albeit a soft smile across his features, at this point he would do anything to make her happy; He may had different kind of morals unlike Adler's to an extent, yet his punishments were still twice as harsh. When needed be of course.
"Of course, I would love to dance... I'll try my hardest go not step into your foot though." Elvira took his hand gently into hers, holding it with care as he took her over to where a few vampires began to dance as well.
"Mary ... Care to dance with me?" Adler asked, his hand extended to hers to which Mary reluctantly took. And he took her over to the section, where everyone else was. Soon it was filled with various couples, with knew hand holding hers. The other around her waist, they began to dance together.
"You know ... I will do anything to keep you happy. Just anything, anything you want I will get for you. I can make it happen. Is there anything that you want?" Price spoke tenderly to Elvira, as he danced with her. And with admiring her at the same time. It made the dancing all the better, hundreds of years ago. They wouldn't dare to dance with anyone else, everyone knew of the prophecy hundreds of years ago; But no one believed them then. Regardless, of Price and Adler being the two kings. They strictly followed their orders, without hesitation.
"Well ..." Elvira drifted a little, trying to figure out what she wanted. But she couldn't place a finger on it, nor did she ever had the time in her life to answer that specific question. She couldn't exactly give him a full answer yet as such.
"If you can't give me a full answer yet ... It's ok, but if I may. I think I may know something that will." Price said another smile appearing on his features. He already loved her so much, even if she hated him a little for him kidnapping her; While Elvira may be the least stubborn one, luckily for him. He could still sense that type of fury, within her blood also. He spum her around, before gently pulling her back to him. If anything he could dance with her forever in his eyes.
Elvira listened to Price and had suddenly became interested, a smile then appearing on her features looking at him tenderly. Easily she was curious as ever. Almost like a child.
"What's the idea that you have in mind?" She asked.
"That's for you to find out soon!" Price teased her, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Elvira had also laughed softly. The two were having fun together, as they danced easily Adler, Mary along Price, Elvira were the eyes sight of the crowd. The same as Adler and Mary.
"But the evening isn't just over yet, there is something else I wish to show you ... In the garden, would you like to see?" He asked.
"Oh of course I would love to see it." Elvira replied with a smile across her face, as the dance had ended; Those who were watching clapped and cheered, the dancers bowing down respectfully.
As both men promised, one last suprise for the night. Guiding the two women into the gardens, and there was a small orchestra waiting for them. As the two couples sat down. Then the performance began to play, Elvira closed her eyes listening to the orchestra. She loved classical music, the ominous calming to it. There was something about it that she always held do dear to her heart. Mary enjoyed the performance, despite her being a little cold. Adler quickly noticed, and put his suit jacket onto her.
"How are you liking the performance?" Price would ask her, as he looked to her with a smile access his features. Admiring her.
"Oh I love it." Elvira replied to him, quickly looking over to him. Returning a soft smile to him, only just nor she seemed to notice how truly handsome he was.
Price very daring as ever he gently placed his answer upon her cheek, taking one more second to take in every beautiful features of her before he then gently pulled her into a kiss. To which Elvira kissed him back, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. Letting the music play softly in the background.
"I will protect you for the rest of my life." Price whispered to her, placing his hand upon her cheek.
"I know you will." Elvira spoke softly as she watched him smiling softly.
The performance came to an end, as It did the four of then clapped. The performers bowed, before grabbing their instruments and headed inside. Adler and Mary soon walked back inside beside each other as, it was just only her and Price now.
"Would you like to go back inside? I know that you are cold now?" Price said to her as he put his suit jacket over her shoulders, kissing her head tenderly. Knowing humans don't really like the cold that much, but it had never bothered him.
"Of course I still want to enjoy the evening, let's go bsck inside." Elvira smiled getting up with him, Price guidng her back into the Castle.
The evening was going swell, Adler and Mary were negating their small time in the living room. Awqy from everyone, enjoying a few kisses here and there. Depsite both of the kings precived as "Insane" The two women didn't seem to care, and loved them both individually. However, the unexplainable and dreadimg feeling of the air tonight. It was still unsettling, and so Adler and Price was still on their guard. As they continued onto to keep an eye on everything, letting the eomen enjoy the rest of the evening for now. Sadly they couldn't soend anymore time with them, ad the had to talk to their old friends of old and speculated rumors that was becoming concerning for them.
Volkov and Stitch, had finally tended go the party. A little late as they were, what seemed to be like the others; But they was observing everything closely, no matter how hard they tried. Elvira and Mary were always by Price and Adler, so they didn't have the chance to strike. And so, once they were finally alone both men indodvually took their chance to strike. Volkov had set Mary walk away from the crowd, and he subtly followed her. Stitch saw Elvira walking outside again, she had a drink in her hand. And he began to follow her, to blend into the crowd. Taking a champagne glass from one of the butler's as he followed her outside.
The party was still lively as ever, it was around 2am. Elvira was slowly beginning to get tired, but she didn't feel like sleeping yet. Twking another sip of the champagne glass. Sighing softly
"Is the party too much for you?" Upon hearing the voice, made Elvira turn over and seeing Stitch before her; He was definitely interesting. He had lost his left eye just like he had, a tattoo almost visible on his neck. The suot covered most of it, wearing a smart, yet elegant old fashion suit. His head clean scavenged. His right eye a beautiful ocean blue colour.
"I just wanted to get away from the crowd you know? I'm slowly getting tired anyways ... Almlst tipsy." Elvira chuckled, finishing her drink before leaving the empty champagne glass aside and looking over to Stitch. "Well you are certainly interesting indeed... What is your name?" Elvira asked him.
Stitch smiled, just ad he wanted. Hom and her alone, and it was no one else. Gently taking his hand, as he then kissed it tenderly. "Ruybka, you're so beautiful... My name is Vikhor Kuzmin, but everyone calls me Stitch. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Wolff. We all alone, have been expecting your arrival." He said.
"Oh... It is a pleasure to meet you Stitch." Elvira was flattered, as she blushed softly. And smiled softly at the sudden gesture, watching him. Stitch straight his posture, looking back at her gently taking his hand away.
"You have a beautiful dress also, and it suits you so perfectly." Stirch complimented her, as he took a sip of his champagne glass. Easily finishing it and he left the empty champagne glass aside.
"Well you're new, are you a friend of Adler or Price's?" Elvira asked, keeping the conversation flowing.
"Yes, I am a friend of Adler's. We have known each other for a very long time." Stitch nodded in agreement, as he smiled kindly at her.
From the window Elvira could see the paintings had rapidly changed, she couldn't tell exactly what the paintings were telling her. But she couldn't tell it want a good sign at all, she hoped to get back inside soon. She felt the ovwhelming anxiety, and Mary on her part going back to her room feeling someone following her. Becoming uncomfortable as the young woman began to run.
"I'm so sorry in advance..." Stitch said placing a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her and quickly knocked her out. Immediately lifting her up into his arms, her head resting upon his chest holding her tightly. Before then quickly going away. Jumping over the garden way. It was too late for Mary, Volkov had easily grabbed her and knocked her out. And broke the Castle window's of Mary's bedroom, and the two men immediately faded away in the distance individually.
"Look at the paintings... Something has happened, but we don't know what happened..." Price spoke as he observed them closely.
"I cannot feel their presence anymore, something must've happened to them." Adler said, a sigh escaping his lips.
Someone, or something. Had kidnapped the both of them.
#call of duty#cod#cod cold war#call of duty cold war#cod mw#call of duty modern warfare#russell adler#john price#oc#ocs#elvira wolff#mary peterson
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11, 23, 35, and 41 for frankie!!
11. How does your character blow off steam?
I feel like Frankie rarely gets angry, but when she does, it's BAD. But when she just gets frustrated or needs to walk things off, she'll sing herself a song, practice with her sword or read a book. I think she also definitely cooks when she's anxious as well. For moments when she's REALLY truly angry, Her zii know it's better to let her rage and then have a conversation about why she's upset. They've raised her for over a 100 years, they know how it works.
23. Would your character want to be famous? Why or why not?
Frankie, as we know, already is very into pop culture and "famous" things. She knows/knew a lot of famous people too. For Frankie, she doesn't really think about things being famous or widely known. It's all normal to her. She doesn't really have a concept for fame. She is, though, still very salty Madonna took all the credit for her style and songs. She doesn't care about that Madonna became a cultural icon, it's the PRINCIPLE.
35. Do they consider themselves childish/mature for their age?
Frankie has spent all of her life, 240 years, being around adults, both human elf or otherwise. Never anyone her own age. I think she would consider herself for her age, just being HER and not as childish or mature, because she doesn't really have anything to compare herself to. Looking from an outside perspective (and as her player) I think Frankie displays both childish and mature qualities. Just last game, she was singing material girl while skipping in her armor, and the next, she was having a serious conversation with Kai about mythology and religion, and asking if he was alright and validating his feelings. I love that already she has that duality. It makes her, in my opinion, very purehearted.
41. What’s a texture/sound your character cannot stand?
INTERESTING. I am officially making Frankie ADHD (taking some homebrew mechanics from @buckysbears homebrew autism & ADHD mechanics ) but did not think about textures/sound sensitivity. The easiest answer would be to take from my own sensitivity list, and have her absolutely hate creamy grains (like oatmeal, porridge, polenta), most breakfast foods, and repeating background noises.
#thank you leo!!!!!#these were really good questions i feel like i got to know frankie a bit more now#FRANKIE LORE DROP#Frankie Sunfell#dnd#my oc#c: library of lensa
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In Kotet Chapter VIII: End Times there is an NPC called "Imperator Sunfell"
And everytime I see him I think "Since when does Vaylin have a significant other?" Because Imperator literally means emperor in german
#he's also dressed differently then the rest of the horizon guard#his armor is white with gold#as if he's arcann#IS THERE A MEANING BIOWARE?!?!#bread notices stuff#swtor
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Cult-related worldbuilding thoughts in no particular arrangement (if you're one of my players don't look - Lydia this means you! ATLAS YOU TOO-) under the cut:
Chaydziel, leader of the Sunfell Cult and Michael's worst nightmare, made pacts with the Gardeners (a cult led by Archfey Lady Lilium) to obtain wood from the roots of the Void Tree, which they tend to wherever it breaks into the Material plane.
He then uses his own blood and sap from crafted into more Amulets of Dry Bones, which he fills with pieces he cut off of Michael (hair, nails, teeth, ribs, small bones, etc.), and THEN he trades those amulets to members of the hierarchy of the Shades of Naarasil cult, who believe they are getting a kind of artificial immortality.
Naarasil, the black dragon who leads this cult, is biding his time before he betrays Chaydziel, as the Sunfell cult's whole deal is resurrecting his arch nemesis, while Chaydziel is biding his time before he betrays Naarasil, because he wants a black dragon in his army.
Meanwhile, the Gardeners are just in the background tending to their world-ending deity plant and making money selling the cuttings that are too weak to be kept - their only goal is to nurture the roots of the Void Tree until they become established enough on the Material plane that they can be left to their own devices.
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