#sirotras

[lavampira]

holly 3, ivy 4, pine 3 for d'alia?

winter greenery oc questions

tyyyyy <3

holly 3: has your OC ever taken on a burden or suffered harm to protect another from suffering its consequences? did the person in question realise that they had done so? what was their motivation when doing this?

ough she can, has, and will throw herself in front of others to protect them, even if it brings her harm - she’d rather shoulder the pain or injury than allow anyone else to suffer if she can prevent it. sometimes people notice, sometimes they’re oblivious and thankless, but she still does it.

ivy 4: does your OC feel any abiding connection to their place of birth? has this ever been challenged by conflicting loyalties? how are they viewed by those currently living in their society of origin?

some part of her will always feel connected to mor dhona, but it’s complicated by how much the battle of silvertear skies and the calamity affected her past, seeing how much things have changed since then. it’s weirder when she first returns to revenant’s toll with the scions as a permanent base - she isn’t used to being as known as she is being the warrior of light there, when before she was just the young miqo’te working in her parent’s small restaurant and yearning for adventure, and the memories of how things used to be are initially difficult to separate from the newness of her role being back. it also makes her feelings around things involving midgardsormr and the crystal tower more intense, but for the most part, it does make it easier to remain neutral on things between the eorzean and allied city-states.

pine 3: does your OC make a good patient? or are they resistant to being given medical treatment - or even agreeing to rest?

absolutely not. she’ll accept treatment at least, but she’s a menace about staying still and getting proper rest. (there’s actually a note for my current wip that post-rhalgr’s reach attack, she returns to ishgard to “rest,” but gets wrapped up in some of the dark knight business and hides her injury for a bit, definitely not resting).

#asked and answered #sirotras #oc: d'alia liveq

[jarael]

top 5 mounts? or top 5 relationships?

I'll do both!!

Mounts(no particular order, and just the ones I have in the game):

- the older of the two motorcycle mounts from the Island Sanctuary

-the alligator mount

-Kamuy of the Nine Tails

-Fae Gwiber

-Albino Karakul

Top 5 relationships, no particular order:

- Hydaelyn and Her chosen

- Dulia-Chai/Chai-Nuzz

- Alisaie and Alphinaud

- Ardbert and his crew

- is it bias to say Wolchefant

These are off the top of my head. There's more!!!

#ffxiv #sirotras

[stoupax]

☄️, ⚖️, 🍵 for tav?

[20 oc questions from here]

☄️ Does your OC believe in fate and destiny --

god, no. he thinks it's all bullshit. luck? maybe. if he got his fortune read, it would be purely for shits-and-giggles, and he would heckle the poor fortune-teller the whole time. "do you see handsome men in my bed, though? how many? at the same time?"

⚖️ What is the biggest crime your OC has committed? Are they a theif, a cheat, a liar? What is the smallest, most petty crime they’ve committed? Or do they not do crime at all?

in no particular order: panhandling, pick-pocketing, illegal consumption, petty and grand theft, shoplifting, larceny, forgery, fraud, robbery (armed or otherwise), false pretenses, tax evasion, incitement, stalking (as part of Guild work, not in a creepy personal way), invasion of privacy, blackmail, gambling, smuggling, manslaughter, probably treason just through some of those other things…?

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured?

#the dream... has always been to answer oc asks with art... at long last i am here #you can tell this is the first time i have drawn wyll rip #sirotras #art #my art #ocs #tav drawn #tav fenway #bg3 #bg3 art #wyll #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #baldurs gate iii #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3

[oolathurman]

3, 51 and 60 for the otp asks? for your choice of characters!

link to the questions

Sorry this took a while to get back to btw! Adult Things were happening and also executive dysfunction lmao. Gonna do this for Wanwo/Vette.

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

So Wanwo is probably around 250 lbs/113 kg of muscle and fat. (Think strongman. Not bodybuilder, strongman. aka my ideal body type.) As funny as it'd be for him to wear some of Vette's things, the answer is usually 'no.' He definitely has tried her headband on for comedic effect on more than one occasion, however.

Meanwhile, Vette can swim laps in his sweaters and looks damn fucking cute doing it. There's also a gold bangle thing that he will wrap around his montral, and she'll steal it every once in a while to use as a necklace or bracelet.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Vette will go over and lean against Wanwo (who'll wrap his arm around her when she does), or sit in his lap as he's working on something. Doesn't matter if Wanwo's talking with someone or not. Wanwo will walk up behind her and wrap his arms around her shoulders, placing his chin on the top of her head. Othertimes, he'll nuzzle up next to her on the couch.

In any of these instances, no words are exchanged.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

tbh if Vette COULD pull Wanwo closer when they're sleeping, I'd be very impressed :'D That said, Wanwo is a snuggler. There's many times when she'll sleep while laying on top of him too c:

#sirotras #ask meme response #wanwo

[keroinnie]

1 + 18 for the photocard asks?

:((( thank uuuu <3

favorite (overall) photocard

really torn between this 5-star lucky draw and this rock-star pop up store jeongins :((

favorite pc concept?

for concept i really loved the half heart pcs skz did for maxident :(( such a fun and cute idea !

#asks #sirotras #honorable mention to the hand drawn skz pcs for concept ! #those ones are so funny and im kind of obsessed with them

[sirotras]

sometimes ppl try and explain why the words star wars uses in place of other 'too familiar' words are actually totally necessary and make so much sense

but in the process they make it sound even dumber

#like i get it. you cant call everything what we'd call it #and most of them are stupid in a cheesy fun way #some of them are just stupid tho (transparisteel)(refresher)(caf as well tbh) #sirotras speaks #this applies to other scifi/fantasy as well i think

[hythlodaes]

five character associations - emile jenidaut

ty @lavampira and @coldshrugs for the tags <3

emotions

gentle

determined

willing

grounded

melancholic

colors

honey

warm brown

forest green

white

burgundy

scents

cedarwood

lingering tobacco

tea leaves

jasmine

leather

objects

a lance that belonged to another, carried in memory, carried as a source of strength

a cloak that was woven in place of saying goodbye

hair pins and earrings

a collection of carefully wound orchestrion rolls

letters made of faded ink and worn edges

body language

the gravity of his body in motion, speed matched only by strength

a hand covering a shy smile

wide eyes that curve into half moons

calloused palms, scarred hands, placed gently on someone's shoulder

the arch of his neck, head tilted in thought

aesthetics

dappled light that stretches through overlapping leaves, claimed by the woods

soft, steady rain, the sound broken only by thunder in the distance

a candle burning low into the night, low conversation filling the quiet

an enveloping hug to sink into, eyes closed, warm and comforting

a lighthouse, steady and safe, where you look to in the dark

tagging @sirotras @birues @emc2beans @clouds-of-reveries and @hylfystt if you want, but no pressure!!

#HI THIS WAS SO FUN #difficult ! but fun!!! #i just love him. he’s so special to me. #ffxiv #oc: emile jenidaut #i feel like i’m forgetting a tag but alas

[birues]

(WIZARD VOICE) I CAST WIP WEDNESDAY!

By the power of being in the east has granted me, therefore, tis day is Wednesday and I'm tagging YOU (insert evil ascian laugh here)

@lavampira @hythlodaes @scionshtola @coldshrugs @lilas @myreia @galadae @hylfystt @impossible-rat-babies @space-diablo @fourteenthz @sirotras @verraising @avallachs i Swear there are more ppl im forgetting to tag rn bc it's very late but!!! I love you friends!!!

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Ok so I'm on my bs yet again so i apologize for that :o))) This is literally the same fic I was working on, post-Rak'tika cave convo with your resident ratman and Tuana.

“All this time I was wondering what was the catalyst of your madness. I suppose I’m starting to understand.”

He laughs, a little manically, his anguish creeping, proving her right.

“Oh my… One vision and you fancy yourself an expert of my misery? You cannot, Hero. You cannot possibly understand.”

Not even if you remember, he thinks, bitterly. You’ve left us, after all. You died. You’ve forgotten and moved on.

If only the deep sorrow in her very soul hadn’t made a liar out of him. If only he could unsee it. If only it changed something.

“No,” she accepts. “I cannot. I saw my fair share of terror but not once has the Star itself started to rot and deteriorate like that.” His Hero grimaces and does the most unexpected thing, hands the bottle to him. “But I can try to understand.”

He sighs in defeat, sitting on the log beside her, gracefully accepting her offer. It seems eons matter not, he is still incapable of denying her. But he’s so lonely and she’s–

“Believe it or not, Warrior, that was not the final catalyst. I’ve lost–” Hythlodaeus. Half of my heart, “ –so much. Yet, once Zodiark restored our Star, We thought the worst was over, at least. Oh how wrong we were.”

“The Sundering.”

“Yes, your dear Mother’s handiwork.”

His very being burns with abhorrence, his hatred, depthless. It wasn’t enough that damned woman tore her own pupil asunder. Her daughter all but name. She had stained her remains with her mark, wielded her as a weapon against his brethren–

Why? Why hadn’t she spared Azem?

#ffxiv #shadowbringers #tuana tag #emet selch #im soo sorry it's abt them once again fucker built a fake amaurot in my head #lives there rent free #how can one man be soooo unreasonably sentimental #im gonna read all of your wips i swear.. once the uni leaves me tf alone

[myreia]

wip wednesday

tagged by @coldshrugs! 💖 tagging @bearlytolerant @thevikingwoman @roguelioness @lilas @galadae @impossible-rat-babies @birues @sirotras @hylfystt and anyone else who would like to share a thing they are working on!

This is from Chapter 3 of the thing I am currently working on, set during the Shadowbringers patches. Only realizing now in excerpting this that I kind of pulled an "only one bed trope" without noticing it. Joke's on me.

There is smut beneath the cut.

His eyes flick upwards, meeting hers as he gauges her reaction. A small smirk tugs at his lips. “Come to bed, Aur,” he says, kissing her hand once again. “It’s warm here.”

“And it’s awfully small.”

“All the more reason to stay close, no?”

She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “I have a number of things to do,” she replies with mock resistance.

“Oh?” He turns her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist. “I seem to recall that you are without clothes for the moment. They can wait. Unless, of course, you are considering running through Mor Dhona in naught but a smock? That would be quite the sight.”

She wrinkles her nose. “Oh, you ass.”

He throws back his head and laughs, eyes twinkling with affection. He drops her hand. “Come to bed, Aur,” he says, releasing her hand. “Before you freeze.”

Aureia shoots him a look, her lips twisting as she tries to contain her laughter, and crawls onto the bed. He shuffles over and together they snuggle down beneath the covers. The bed is narrow and there’s hardly enough room for the pair of them. The frame creaks horribly as they adjust, pressing close together to avoid the edges of the mattress. As she pulls the covers over them, she wonders idly whether she should have pushed another bed over for the extra room now he’s the only one left.

Too much work, she decides. She wants to be with him now, not later.

“There,” Thancred says as they cocoon themselves in the blankets. He rolls onto his side so they lie face-to-face, his eyes lingering on hers. “Better?”

She blinks. “I…”

“What’s wrong?” He brushes loose hair off her forehead. “Your mind is racing, I can see that plain as day.”

“It’s nothing. Too many thoughts—”

“Ah. The consequences of a brilliant mind.”

“—and none of them are important.”

She scans his face, a worried furrow appearing between her brows. Here, nestled together in the soft candlelight and the warm blankets, there is colour on his cheeks and a liveliness to his eyes. He seems almost the same as he was on the First. And yet she can sense the deep, yawning fatigue that pulls at every muscle in his body. It’s in the laugh lines around his eyes, the tension of his jaw, the strands of grey threaded through his pale hair. She knows she shouldn’t worry, that he will get better with time. The others did, so there’s a statistical likelihood to back it up.

Besides, Krile promised her. And she is not one to go back on her promises.

Thancred cups her cheek, his thumb running gently across her skin. “They do not seem unimportant,” he murmurs.

She smiles tentatively. “This bed is too small,” she says.

“Have you only just noticed?” He flashes her a wry grin. “And here I’ve been suffering for a moon. Unfortunate they’re all the same. All these beds to choose from and nary a difference among them. But there is a simple solution.”

“Oh?”

He threads his fingers in her hair. “Move closer.”

She smirks, her lips ghosting across his in a kiss that is not a kiss. A hungry groan rumbles in the back of his throat at her teasing promise, eager for the full kiss. He is content to wait, the anticipation of her lips on his growing as she moves beneath the covers. This push-pull between them is familiar, comforting, and they fall into it easily—like the steps of a dance they both know by heart. They’ve been dancing it for moons now.

“There. Is this close enough?”

He groans, low and eager. “Not quite.”

She throws an arm around him. Her fingernails snag on his smock as she pulls herself into him, breasts pressed tight against his chest. Her own rides up past her stomach as she throws a leg haphazardly over him and hooks it around his hips. His skin is enticingly warm against hers. It’s almost too hot beneath all the blankets, but there’s something alluring about the heat they’ve made.

“And this?” she breathes, her mouth a hair’s breadth from his.

That familiar rumble again. “Aye,” he says. “Any closer and we’ll be…”

His words disappear, swallowed by a small gasp as she rolls her hips, grinding against his groin. The response is immediate—he’s trembling and it is not from the cold. That has quite evaporated.

“Aur… Twelve take me, I…”

His chest is heaving against hers, as if all the vigor and vibrance he had on the First has come rushing back to him in an instance.

“Do you want this tonight?” she asks quietly. He has given her all the signs, the kiss on the battlements making his yearning for her clear. But still she must ask. Her desire for physical intimacy is fickle and as changeable as the wind; sex is not often a need she needs fulfilled. But he is not her, and his desires sing a different tune. She is glad for that, appreciative of their differences and the way they have found a rhythm that satisfies and compliments them both. Even if she has no immediate desire for sex, she will never tire of the effect she has on him.

He pauses, strangely quiet. He is still shaking.  

Aureia presses her forehead against his. She shifts her weight, pulling back to leave a space between them. “We can wait if you’re too tired. I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready—”

He growls. “Gods, no. Not a moment more or I may risk losing my godsdamned mind.”

She kisses him—hard, fast and fervent, making good on her promise. Her lips part and her tongue is in his mouth, drawing aching sounds from him she hasn’t heard in moons. It’s the kind of messy, open kiss that can only serve to stoke his desire. He’s hard as she rolls against him, his cock pressed against his lower abdomen.

His fingers tighten in her hair and he pants, murmuring his next against her lips between kisses. “By the Twelve, Aureia, do you have any idea how torturous it has been being away from your bed every night?” he breathes.

She chuckles, her teeth scraping across his lower lip. “Torture?” she returns, shifting again. He groans with protest and she slips a hand between them, pulling a long stroke across his cock. “Well, then that is certainly something we must fix.”

This is all hyperbole, of course. It isn’t unusual for them to spend weeks apart, occupied with their individual tasks and interests. On the First, their work often took them in different directions and she suspects it will be no different on the Source. What little private time they can get, they carve out for themselves.

“Shall I tell you what has occupied my mind at night?” he says, his voice low. He slips a hand beneath her smock, skimming a palm across her stomach. Strong and certain fingers brush her breast, enjoying the fullness. “Every night since our return, thoughts I could never express in polite company?”

A delighted shiver rolls down her spine. “You have a good imagination,” she murmurs, pulling idle strokes up and down. It’s awfully gratifying to have him in her hand, to play with him like this. She relishes in his expressions, the way he holds himself back. It’s the part he enjoys the most—toeing the line of how long he can go before she pushes him over the brink. “Give me a taste of it.”

He growls and kisses her messily, his lips roaming across her jaw. “An old dream that has stayed with me since one particular night in Norvrandt,” he says, his voice throbbing in her ear.

“A particular night?”

“Aye. I suspect you know the one.” His hand sears hot against her breast, toying with it. “Does Good Jenanna’s Grace ring a bell?”

She bites her lower lip, stifling a husky laugh. The memory of that night in Il Mheg can easily put a flush on her cheeks. “What was the dream?”

His hand is still on her breast when his lips finds the soft spot beneath her ear. A smallest of kisses, the gentlest of pressure, and desire runs hot in her veins. A moan escapes her.

“I dreamed of what we would do when we returned to the Source,” Thancred begins, kissing her again and sucking gently at the hollow of her throat.

Aureia shakes beneath his touch and momentarily relaxes her grip on him, her mind flooded with all the ways they could end this. The pleasurable ache between her legs wants nothing more than to take him within her now and ride him to an exhausted end, but the temptation subsides. There’s something too wonderful to define about being snuggled up against him like this. The lazy way their hands are on each other, the idleness of their kisses…

She wants it to last. She needs it to last. She underestimated how good it feels to be caressed like this.

“At night,” he continues. “At day. Whenever it took our fancy—”

She rolls her hand down his cock, tugging lightly at the end, and his words evaporate into a groan. A pleasurable shudder passes through him and his other hand tangles in her hair. “Whenever?” she prompts, smiling at the wetness gathered at his tip.

“There was a certain scenario, shall we call it, in my mind,” he murmurs, his voice raw as she slicks the wetness across her fingers. “Involving a suite in the Rising Stones—”

“A suite?”

“A small one.”

She smirks and strokes the head of his shaft. A rasping gasp escapes him and his lips tighten achingly against her neck. He will leave a mark, no doubt.  

“I know which one. Third floor. Currently empty and unclaimed, but for the sake of this pretend that it is ours. Picture a study.”

“Heavy desk, stone walls, high windows?”

“Something akin to that, aye.”

“Done. What’s next? You and me, I gather?”

He buries his face in the crook of her neck. His chest rises unevenly, his breath turned ragged. “Aye. And the way I imagined it, to be returned to my body proper, my self made whole…” He moans, losing himself for a moment as she presses her fingers against his tip and squeezes. He yanks involuntarily at her hair—a sharp, pleasurable ache. It’s good. It means he’s falling apart at her touch. “I imagined that when such a time came, there would be nothing to stop me from making ardent love to you in every way I know how.”

She chuckles huskily and slips her free hand between them. “Every way?”

A low growl rumbles in his throat. “Close your eyes.”

She does as he requests, eyelids fluttering as he flicks a thumb across her nipple.

“Picture the wall.”

“Pictured.”

“I’ve had a desire for quite some time to have you against one.”

A mischievous smile tugs at her lips. “Is that so?” She runs her palm across his stomach, past weathered skin and rough scars, and traces his inner thigh. All the while she continues her slow strokes, savouring his growing pleasure. “Interesting. I’ve always wanted you to take me against one. Perhaps we should have talked about this sooner. What did you have in mind?”

#i am nervous sharing this since my smut needs to be buried in a completed fic #this whole chapter reminded me how much i love writing established relationships #it's going to need so many edits though #anyway - married aureia + thancred make me feral goodbye #aureia malathar #writing tag #i don't have a spicy tag maybe i need to make one

[harumeau]

👑for Cala?

tagging @sirotras and @i-mybrunettelady who requested the same thing, thank you!

okay all i could think of when i got these was “cala and hien get married and she wears traditional fancy clothing sometimes”

also i was indecisive on which era i should use as inspiration so i decided to be extra and made two outfits 😂

#oc outfit doodles #calantha lenn #ffxiv #i have to admit when i got three of these i was like ‘damn you all really want calien to get married huh’ #aksdhjf i’m sorry #i did research for this and thoroughly enjoyed it thank youuuu #i was going to add better patterns but. this was never meant to take a long time!! maybe i’ll do a more detailed version later

[serkonans]

url song game

tagged by @pluviance and @sirotras, ty both!! 💜

tagging @orallech, @paleiido, @sleepysomniari (rip yours is so long dhdjdhk), @aelyosos, @floralshark, @yourfavoriteidiot , @houndpitspub , @wolf-skins , and @merrigold if ren didn't tag you already (or even if she did.... do it again lol).

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒: write one song for every letter in your url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

s - strawberry wine by lemondrop

e - elements by a fine frenzy

r - ride by clans

k - kiss already! by 1990nowhere

o - out on the line by anna bates

n - need to know by doja cat

a - alrighty aphrodite by the peach pits

n - night sweats by findlay

s - six days in june (acoustic) by the fratellis

#tag game #oisín.txt #why did half the tags break :( #it won't let me fix them 😔

[lavampira]

9, 18, 28 for d'alia?

[wol questions]

ty meredith!! 🖤

9. how do they feel about zenos?

not that she would admit to it outright, but she views him as her greatest enemy, not for any of the reasons that he wanted to be, but because he’s the one who managed to completely rattle her. she could understand him to a degree during stormblood - if there ever was a time they were truly mirrors, it was then, two people numbed and desperate for a spark of life, but never would stoop to his bored nihilism or ego. she pitied him for still clinging to it when they met again in post-5.0/endwalker, but what happened in garlemald was a breaking point in how much he scared and infuriated her. she spends a long time after ultima thule processing her hatred for him - not only how he stalked and tormented her, but for how he saw something of himself in her and how she once saw parts of herself in him, and how she did shed tears awaiting death together at the edge of the universe with only the dissatisfaction, exhaustion, and unanswered question of fulfillment lingering over them.

18. does your WoL fully embrace their role as the WoL or do they try to remain humble?

it’s sort of a middle ground where she accepts that she is in a particular position with responsibility as the wol, and she owns up to it (and probably - definitely - takes too much on as a result), but it’s not something that she loses humility about either. she’s burdened by the fact she’s been forged into A Figure but she also appreciates the fact that she can do things to aid the realm.

28. were they suspicious or open to emet-selch's presence when he first appeared?

extremely wary and suspicious, immediately on edge, ready to attack should the situation prove necessary. she absolutely did not trust him at first. (and she’d be reluctant to admit that she eventually let some of that guard down, too, which stings the most after mt gulg in that betrayal of her own judgement).

#asked and answered #sirotras #oc: d'alia liveq #shadowbringers spoilers #endwalker spoilers

[jarael]

5 for brialeth and karlach?

"Let's just...admire each other from a distance, until we're sure I won't burn you."

Her own words echoed in Karlach's ears as she watched Brialeth brush her long mane out for the night. She remembered hearing about a lady bard who'd grown her hair out in a similar way, and wondered if Bri had taken inspiration from her.

Same routine: take out the braid, brush it out and detangle it(usually with help from Shadowheart or Gale), rinse with water, soap, rinse, brush, then braid again. She wondered what the elf's hair felt like. She took Shadowheart at her word, that it was soft, but could use some treatment.

Karlach wanted to help Brialeth with her hair one day. But the thought of hurting her with her flames was the closest thing the tiefling felt to fear. She remembered singeing her love's lips one night and felt a new wave of guilt wash over her. Of course, Brialeth had shrugged it off, assuring her it was no big deal. But it just made Karlach ache for her touch even more.

One day, they would join hands and souls.

-

Brialeth gave a soft smile as she saw Karlach do her usual shuffle at her side of the camp. It was an endearing part of her love: the unending energy that bound out of her, despite everything that had happened to her in the past decade. Wyll had told Brialeth that when he'd met her, she seemed to glow, no doubt due to the Morninglord's blessing upon her. But to Brialeth, it was Karlach who was the shining light in her life.

Her braid was almost done, and Brialeth's arms ached. Finally, she could rest. Part of her so badly wanted to ask Karlach to join her, assuring her that her temperature was soothing to her. But she remembered the hurt in her dear's eyes when she singed the cleric's lips. Brialeth didn't want to see that look on her ever again.

Brialeth approached her bunk. Shadowheart looked up from her books to give her a knowing look. It was that obvious, of course. Wyll had noticed it too, as did Gale. Brialeth was a bit embarrassed, but then she remembered they supported the couple, and it washed away her embarrassment.

As she lay down, before going into Trance, she thought of Karlach's arm around her, as they watched the sun rise. One day.

#bg3 #fanfic #karlach #brialeth(tav) #sirotras #thanks!!

[queenofthieves]

OC TAG GAME

thank you @lavampira for the tag!!! <3 I'll also be answering for my dnd oc c':, and I'll tag @sirotras @frozenabattoir @hero-of-the-horn

name: Nadezhda Alexeyevna

nickname: Nadya, pretty much everyone calls her Nadya

gender: woman

star sign: uhh idk

personality type: neutral good

height: 5'10"

orientation: lesbian

nationality/ethnicity: human

favorite fruit: strawberries

favorite season: winter and spring

favorite scent: she likes warm, spicy, and dark kind of scents. like woody smokey or peppercorn

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea and/or coffee, she needs the caffeine for spy stuffs

average hours of sleep: 8

dogs or cats: she loves both, even helped find a lost dog in the sewers as a side quest in game. but her familiar so far has been a shrike and a bat lovingly called Chrihgdkjf (always different) or keyboard smash at the moment

dream trip: oh I guess back to the living world?

number of blankets: three, but she does love cuddling so that would probably cut down on blankets. Three is just a good amount since she can remove them or add them back depending on the weather.

random fact: She's a necromancer and spy. Necromancer Barbie inspired, and originally I considered some Tridentarii inspiration, but she feels so far from that. It's like one of those early parts of making her that she now feels so removed from.

#nadezhda/nadya

[oolathurman]

5, 33, 44 for the pairing of your choice?

obligatory otp asks

thanks for sending this in! :o gonna do this for Drelan and ALIS.

(they aren't a romantic pair, but i thought that these specific questions were cute and fluffy enough for the relationship between father/droid child :D )

05. Describe their cozy night in.

So the way ALIS learns is by watching things, such as silly sitcoms on the holo. But for the first time they had to learn something, Drelan plugged ALIS into the holonet, where she promptly got sick with a virus and started getting a fever (overheating) from trying to combat the virus.

Drelan promptly sent her to take a nap (sleep mode) so he could quarantine the virus and deal with it. After that incident, ALIS learned by watching the news and whatever silly sitcom Drelan was into at the time.

Their cozy night in involves Drelan sitting in his bathtub with a face mask, ALIS sitting in her oil bath, just going all out spa night, while watching whatever silly sitcom Drelan's into at the time.

33. Who’s the better cook?

Despite ALIS' large compendium of recipes in their databank, Drelan's a better cook. ALIS has no sense of what 'medium heat' is, since Drelan's cheap stove fluctuates all the time, and has observed that Drelan's technique seems to change every time, despite whatever dish he's making.

Drelan makes food with love and heart and soul. Plus, ALIS can't eat.

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Drelan is so full of life and love and the love of life, he's definitely dancing and singing as he's making dinner. ALIS will help prep food, though she doesn't dance. Still, they're very good at julienning whatever root vegetable Drelan's adding to the dish.

#sirotras #ask meme response #drelan opsci #android alis

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I can't click reblog or comment on this? It's first time I'm witnessing this here 🫡

op must have turned off replies/reblogs after a considerable amount of people reblogged it! It's a tumblr feature you can use to prevent people reblogging your posts or commenting on them if you wish to!

#you ask for the tab*