*siren noises* They've breached containment!!!
Sooooooo I started playing a pathfinder campaign of Kingmaker with two other people and b/c there's so few of us playing, me and the other player agreed to play two characters each. So here are my newest OCs! Made it easier for myself by playing ganzi siblings and their unique ganzi trait (other than the feathers and tails) is that anything they touch turns teal over time like a bleeding effect. Very frustrating if you happen to like the colour red lmao
Ferdinand Von Wilhelm is a caeden cailean liberator champion, and Ophelia Von Wilhelm is a air genie sorcerer! I'm having a lot of fun figuring out their dynamics with all the companions so far!
(it's truly shocking to me how easy it is to win Jaethal's favour but how hard I fought for Valerie's)
Anyway I wanna post more funny sketches and cool art of their adventures in the Stolen Lands with their party, the Trailblazers, soon!! Still very early in the adventure path but I'm excited to experience more :D
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10 and 13!
thanks so much for the ask!!!!
10 favorite support conversation: the dimilix a support is on a constant loop in my head but I feel like that answer is cheating for me. I really really love dimitri and dedue’s b support. watching dimitri snap at the guards gossiping about him and verge on getting angry with dedue for refusing to treat him like a friend is just sooooo. they really earn the resolution of their a support and I love dedue so much 😭
13 something I’d change about fe3h: I wish it was possible to choose not to engage with claude/the deer at gronder in azure moon (and vice versa in vw). the first time I played it I literally stopped to google if there was a way not to fight him because I didn’t understand why I needed to. I still don’t really other than just, like, all three of them have to fight because that’s the game. I always try to kill as few of the deer as possible!!!
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@aicidos , cowboy bebop starters ───
❝ you’re lucky you got away with only this scratch on your arm. ❞ dorothea patching up ferdinand hello?
it bewilders him, sometimes, the depth of care she can have for him despite her clear distaste towards what he must represent to her. that is, ferdinand has never denied being a noble — has even flaunted it, at times. ( …at frequent times, if he were to be honest with himself. ) neither does he see any point to being humble. he is simply… candid, for better and for worse.
for the longest time, being a noble had been solely a point of pride for him, not only as something he was by birth, but also as a pinnacle of impossibility he was always working towards, even if the distance never grew any shorter. he takes pride in the fact that he strives for it regardless.
but as he spends time with her, he can’t help but reconcile what she sees in him with what must be in him, but what he had been blinded to for the better part of his life. he begins to see in himself all that comes with being nobility : no longer only its better parts ; he sees the entitlement, the hypocrisy, the pride and its falls.
then, he begins working on it. ferdinand tells himself it isn’t for her, not entirely. a noble should always strive to do and be better — he would not say it if he did not live by it, he would not live by it if he did not believe in it.
but even while he ponders how he can improve, there is still a puzzle he has to solve. he suspects the solution to both may be one and the same. after much contemplation on the matter, ferdinand reaches his conclusion : perhaps, he has a solution to offer up to her.
a week’s worth of working the fields has granted him the bag of flour he requires, and he has just completed the task set to him in exchange for some sugar. he had just set down the merchant’s goods when commotion begins to brew at a neighboring stall.
by the time he’d stepped in to resolve the dispute — a petty thing between two merchants that had escalated rapidly into a heated argument — swords had been drawn on both ends, and even with all ferdinand’s skill he could not disarm them without injury to either party. naturally, he’d chosen to take the injury onto himself, instead.
after that is a blur, his sacrifice setting motion to a flurry of activity. mostly, the shock brings the merchants to their senses. from there, they figure things out in words and without much further interference from ferdinand ; who is aware that the lack of intervention on his part is rather uncharacteristic of him. the merchants seem to be expecting something from him as well, perhaps for him to demand either recompense or retribution for his injury. ferdinand offers them none of it, simply ensuring their swords are sheathed to avoid further injury before he walks off in the direction of the monastery, stopping by the first merchant’s stall to inform them that he would pick up the sugar another day.
the winds of speculation follow him on his way out.
the returning journey sees ferdinand losing himself in heavy contemplation. self assured as he usually is, he realizes that what he needs is reassurance. hers, specifically. he needs to know that he isn’t doing this in vain, even if he can’t tell her yet what it is he is up to. he has always been perceptive enough when it comes to her. rather fortunately, this time he even has an excuse for a visit.
certainly, his decision to head to her is by no means entirely a conscious decision : he doesn’t notice that he’s heading for her until he is at her door, but at that point, it’s easy to rationalize why he’d gone to find her instead of going to the infirmary. ( after all, isn’t he working on letting go of his pride? for her to see him vulnerable, surely that is a step in the right direction? )
dorothea burns cold and hot all at once, and ferdinand feels like a moth, helplessly drawn to her flame.
he isn’t surprised when she lets him in. he is when she offers to patch the wound up herself instead of passing the duty off to someone else, or even force him to the infirmary. but as much as the depth of her care for him surprises him, he knows this much : it is a testament to what she is, and not what he is to her.
as it is, he holds still all the same, watching as she unrolls the strip of bandage and wraps it around his wounded arm.
dorothea doesn’t take long. in what feels like mere moments since she began dressing the wound, she’s already snipping away the excess cloth.
“ lucky… ” he echoes, sounding a great distance away, “ perhaps i am. ”
it isn’t quite the reassurance he needs, but it’s close enough. like a switch flipped in his mind, ferdinand snaps back to attention, holding his newly bandaged arm up against the light as his gaze draws closer in to examine it. if not her assurance, he thinks he’s found what he needs.
“ however, ” ferdinand soldiers on, “ i feel i am far more fortunate to have the privilege of your aid. would you meet me in the dining hall, say, the evening after tomorrow? i believe i have found an answer to that riddle of yours, and should it go well, it would perhaps also serve as a token of my gratitude. ”
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