#turbulentpumpkin43

[wildbasil]

Commission for @turbulentpumpkin43 of their tiefling alchemist, Ariadne! 🥰💖 Thank you so much for commissioning me!!

(btw i'm going to close my commissions tomorrow so i can focus on finishing them all by december 25th. check them out if you're interested!!)

#turbulentpumpkin43 #pathfinder #artists on tumblr #original character #tiefling #digital art #art tag #commissions

[molochka-koshka]

Commission for @turbulentpumpkin43 of their oc Ariadne and Daeran from WotR <333

My comms are still open, check here if you'd like to order one like this!~

#I love them so much ok #ariadne #turbulentpumpkin43 #daeran arendae #wotr #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #kc x daeran #my art #others ocs

[cassynite]

17. Your bed after travelling for the sensory prompts?

Hhhhh thank you for the ask. I'm going to call this scene canon-possible--I'm still not totally sure if this actually happens. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I certainly am pretty proud of it.

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The return was silent, by the end. Though they took the fastest route home, spending an eye-watering amount of gold on teleportating from Nex to Drezen, they'd still had to get to Quantium from the edges of the Mwangi expanse where Bikotsi and the rest of his people had parted from their group and wished them well. It took hours, and left Sparrow exhausted by the time they stepped back onto the familiar grounds of Drezen's citadel.

She and Daeran are the only ones remaining of their party by the time they reach Mendev once more. Seelah peeled off in Nex, saying she had business down south. Sparrow had offered help, but Seelah was apparently meeting other friends--and while she was more than ready to jump into another adventure, she recognized that Sparrow clearly was not. She'd told Sparrow she knew how to reach her if she did need the help, and then urged her to get some rest. It had been a long journey, after all.

Sosiel used the teleporter to return to Andoren, to his family and his husband. He'd hugged Sparrow before they left, offered to have them visit his vineyard to recuperate with friends. Sparrow said no, because she'd known what was really behind the offer. Bad shocks, painful moments, were best handled alone. She appreciated Sosiel's care even if she did not want to endure his hovering.

Woljif had hovered, or tried to, with the benefits of coming to Drezen with the Arendaes. But Daeran knew what she needed and had sent him off to his own estate with a few well-placed words, with the promise they would meet again once everyone had slept off the journey. Woljif had agreed, his tail lashing, and had told Sparrow he'd be up and ready by the next day if she was.

And Nenio, of course, stayed behind in the Mwangi jungles, her work not yet done. The ruins still needed more study, she'd said. And besides, she wished to discuss theory with Isore, whose name she already engraved into her still-nebulous memory.

Isore. Crow. Isore, whose real name Sparrow had not even remembered. Isore, who had scars stark against his skin, who had looked so small compared to Sparrow's memories. Who'd known where she was for years and never tried to find her; who had crushed her against his chest and wept when he did see her again for the first time since she was eleven. Who saved her life and the lives of all of her friends, the life of her husband.

Who, when she'd asked him to come home with her, said no.

Her body is aching by the time she and Daeran finally make it to their rooms, the paperwork and concerns brought to Sparrow's attention non-emergent enough to wait. But, while Daeran strips to his skin as soon as he walks through the door and collapses onto their bed immediately, she sets down their traveling packs and starts pulling out everything inside. Her body itches even through the exhaustion. She wants to put things in their right place, clean up and erase the marks of travel from their room. She takes things out, one by one, and puts everything away in a drawer or a chest or their closet. Her body is distant and automatic in the motions.

It lasts for several minutes until she hears Daeran's voice from the bed next to her. "Dear heart, if you do not come to bed this instant I will tie you to it." The threat is diminished somewhat by being addressed to the pillow Daeran has buried his face in, visible from the corner of Sparrow's eye. "Whatever mess there is can be cleaned tomorrow, after sleep."

Sparrow keeps putting things away. A mud-stained pair of trousers to be washed, the only Greater Restore scroll they hadn't used, a ring of protection Crow had made--she closes the bag, moves on to another pack. "I don't know if I'll have the strength to rise at an appropriate time tomorrow," she says, pulling out Daeran's spare boots. "I'll be just a few minutes."

"You'll be hours." With clear disgruntlement, Daeran raises his head from the pillow. "And since 'appropriate time' for you is before even the sun wishes to grace the land I would go so far as to say that you are entitled to sleep in. We will put everything away tomorrow, I give my word."

"You mean we'll get servants to do it."

"Did I not just say?" Daeran stretches out a single golden-skinned arm from under the covers, beckoning to her. "Come to bed. It's cold without you."

The image is tempting enough to make her pause, but the itching is still there, and she knows it won't go away until everything is in its place and she doesn't have to look at it anymore. "I don't...I need a few more minutes."

Daeran does not lower his head back down like Sparrow hoped. Instead, he raises one golden eyebrow. Sparrow takes out two more things and puts them in drawers before the nagging sense that she's keeping her husband up forces her to say, "Please don't wait for me. I'll blow the lights. You need rest."

"I certainly do, almost half as much as you," Daeran returns. To her horror, he sits up entirely, looking absolutely miserable doing it. "If you insist on finishing tonight, I suppose I shall help."

"No, don't do that. Lie back down. It will just--" She closes her eyes. "All right. Let me put out the light."

Daeran stays upright while Sparrow takes off her stiff traveling clothes and blows out the lamps, until the only remaining light is that which emanates from her husband. But Sparrow still stands on the edge of the bed, keenly aware of the supplies still on the floor.

 Supplies enough for two and no more, still stained from their trek through the Mwangi expanse.

"Why didn't he want to come back?" Her throat is tight; she swallows once, twice. There's a horrible pressure against the sides of her nose that she's pressing back against. She has to keep it together.

After several seconds of black silence, Daeran says, "Please come to bed, Sparrow."

Sparrow's shoulders slump, as if all her strings have cut. She puts one knee on the soft feather mattress, and then feels more than sees Daeran's dim arms reach forward and pull her to his chest in a crushing embrace. She buries her face into his shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline.

"We only just found each other again," she chokes out against his skin. Every moment of their hellish trip splinters inside of her, each culminating to the look on her brother's face when he stepped away from her and said goodbye. When he walked away. "Why didn't he want to be here?" Why didn't he want to be with me? Even in her mind the words are too raw.

"I want to be here," Daeran says, his voice uncommonly fierce. "I want to be here, and if your blasted brother had any sense he would want to be here as well. If his guilt, or his pride, keeps him from you, then that is his burden to bear. It has nothing do with you."

"How could it not? How couldn't it? What is wrong with me?" She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore, there is only the pressure, the breaking of a thousand shards of glass in her throat and her chest, and Daeran's arms around her. The end of a trip where she found her brother and lost him all over again.

"I want to be here," Daeran repeats, voice raspy. Sparrow feels the pressure of a kiss against her head, then her damp cheek. "I will always want to be here. Your brother can stew in his own misery or grow up and love you like he should have. I will be here either way." He lays them down together, still holding Sparrow tight against him, an anchor in the storm. He lets Sparrow fall apart in his arms, and strokes her hair when the relief of exhaustion finally pulls her down into sleep.

When Sparrow wakes up the next day, eyes crusted and bleary, the sun is already shining through the room, and any traces of their travels are gone.

#cassy answers #turbulentpumpkin43 #cassy writes #oc: sparrow #daeran arendae #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pwotr #wotr #gettin better at emotional scenes i think! #pwotr pals

[dujour13]

🔮 for Woljif please? Unless you'd rather do it for Sia.

Thank you Ash 💕 such a good prompt, I only hope I can do it justice.

cw: kids are bullies

On the cliffside edge of the slums a pack of street urchins squatted in the mud before the peeling whitewashed planks of a whorehouse, because in the early evening when the sunlight hit the wall just right it became their theater of shadow-animals. The only toys they owned.

He came up obliquely and hunkered down among them unnoticed. Underfoot his tattered boots crunched on shards of broken glass, fish bones and discarded ribbons.

By now he knew there were only two types of people: normal people and tieflings. Of course normal people came in all sorts of shapes, colors and sizes, and so did tieflings, but what set tieflings apart was the horns.

When he was small (it was funny to think about now, he was so naïve when he was five) he thought tieflings were scary. The other kids would point them out and spit, and whisper the word like an accusation, and sometimes they would run and hide from them as if they were dangerous, so of course he did too. And tieflings were ugly. A lot of them had snake eyes and pointy teeth, and a half-starved, shifty look he had learned very young meant trouble: volatile tempers, snatching hands.

Then his own horns started growing in, the baby nubs itching and cracking the skin as they pushed out between his curls and gradually began to spiral.

He couldn’t recall now the exact moment the realization struck his child’s mind but the shock of it still hit like a brick in the face.

I’m a tiefling.

The other children realized too, you can bet on it. He did recall all too clearly that exact moment: the time he was scratching until his nails came away red and Mag had done a double take, reached over and seized the little horn right out from between his curls and dragged him before the other children to put this outrage on public display.

I am not, I am not! Let go!

That was when the tail-pulling and rock-throwing started. Most of them flat out refused to play with him anymore. Only the beggar girl he and the other boys used to throw rocks at didn’t seem to mind, or even to notice, probably because she was loopy. She was twice his height and hopeless at hide-at-seek but it was something, at least.

If he slipped into the crowd unnoticed like this, sometimes they tolerated his presence. He projected a rabbit onto the wall that someone’s shadow-wolf tried to devour, and a little scene unfolded that made all the children laugh.

At some point Mag must have noticed him, though, because soon the bigger boy made a hand-shadow on the wall with both fists interlocked and two curled fingers sticking up.

“I’m a filthy tiefling,” Mag’s thumb made the shadow-puppet say.

Woljif’s eyes narrowed.

All the other children of the grubby peanut gallery raised their fists in an army of shadow-crusaders. “Kill the demon!”

Fury choking him, he watched as they chased Mag’s tiefling back and forth. He couldn’t let this go. They didn’t get it. He was a kid like them. The injustice of it rose like bile in his seven-year-old throat.

His tail whipped. He balled his fists. Don’t call attention, he heard Yger’s gravelly warning in his mind. Mind your mouth, boy, he heard Gran.

The shadow-crusaders piled on, trampling Mag’s bleating tiefling into the ground.

Enough. They were stupid.

“Tieflings are not demons!” he shouted at the top of his voice.

They all glared at him over their shoulders.

“Piss off, demon,” said Mag.

“You piss off!”

With a wicked look Mag began to raise one finger. To point and accuse, or to sic the other kids on him? No. With slow, determined malice he turned the finger toward the warped boards of the whorehouse wall.

“Look!”

Now that he was standing, the horned shadow he projected seemed to loom over the squatting children.

“Demon!” shouted Mag. “De-mon! De-mon! De-mon!” And the other children took up the chant.

Woljif felt a stinging in his eyes that threatened to betray him, a betrayal from which he knew he would never recover. His mouth pulled tight. By now he had mostly learned to swallow that all-too-familiar lump of searing hurt rising in his chest.

“Am not,” he corrected them in an almost steady voice.

They wouldn’t listen. They went on chanting.

If they wouldn’t listen he would have to show them. Eyes flicking to the wall he advanced closer so that his shadow got smaller, more like a regular kid’s, but they kept chanting until the burning shame in his throat rose and rose and caught fire like lamp oil, and suddenly his whole body shuddered as with a whoosh an unnatural blue flame erupted from his skin, bright against an encompassing darkness like a total eclipse blotting the sunlight. A cold breeze ruffled their hair.

For a moment there was not a sound. The children gaped.

It was like it had swallowed the sun. Black as the Abyss, goat-horned and bat-winged, burning with cold menace. Crouching in its shade, the petrified children suddenly looked like bug-eyed mudskippers, mouths opening and closing in silent terror.

And then they scattered.

“Yeah, run! You’ll see!” Woljif scooped up a handful of mud and lobbed it after Mag, but it was only once they’d all disappeared that he caught his ragged breath, wiped his nose and turned slowly, fearfully, to gaze upon his crime.

It was scary.

He looked all the way down to where it connected to his feet just like a normal shadow should, and then back up again.

It even had claws.

Afraid and yet too curious to resist, he raised one hand, and it raised its claw in mimic.

Huh.

He waved.

It waved back. Almost cheerful-like.

And then it receded in the orange sunset flooding across the Sellen, and he was alone again.

#thanks for the prompt!! #turbulentpumpkin43 #woljif jefto #pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pwotr pals

[spyridonya]

Did I send you a childhood prompt? If I didn't, how about ❄️ for Kadee?

❄ for a scene in the snow

You didn't! This is the first time I reblogged this, because I told myself I needed to clear out a few sets of asks before replying. Thank you for sending this!

"Kadira," Grams' voice is heavy and while it doesn't quite belong to an old woman like most grandmas, it always sounds like she needs a nap.

The little tiefling stops, looking up at the woman with long, greying curls held in pins with large blue eyes. There's no color to her grandmother's lips as she opens the door to the heavy snow that's all but dropped upon them. "Don't move." She says, though Kay wasn't going to!

She knows that tone and resigns herself despite being bundled in shawls, sits down on the ground of their shanty. Grams heads to the back of the shanty, though Kadira doesn't watch her. She can hear the rustling of wood from the wood pile just fine.

When Grams returns to Kadira's vision, she has a long log in her hands, and her lined face is hard, actually making her look like the old women most grandmother's are. She sticks the wood log into the snow and steps back, arms crossed as she waits.

Kay tries, and her tail heavily whips behind her. She occasionally glances up at Grams to see her chew on her lower lip, her thick brows furrowed, and a finger tapping on her forearm while they wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

It's only right when Kadira is about to pop with impatience that Grams reaches for the log and drags it out, one end wet with the snow. Carefully, she strokes over the wet spot with her long nails, though nothing comes of it. "Right then, off you go. We'll have honey tea when you get back, yah?"

With a squeal of delight, Kadira bolts from her home into the clean snow in two bounds, laughing brightly despite the gray skies in the clean snow.

#answered ask #turbulentpumpkin43 #pwotr pals

[undyingembers]

8, 9, 13, 27, 36, 37, and 38 for the BG3 Act 1 asks?

8. Do you have a favorite member of the Druid Circle? Is it the same as your Character's?

I love Nettie so much (mostly because she shares the same name as my cat), but I just really liked her intro and reactions to the main character being infected. Idk if Wistenra even has a favorite member of the enclave. If they had to choose, it would be Halsin, but only because they know him the best.

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?

All the tiefling kids are my favorites. But I think Wistenra is particularly fond of Mattis. They love an upcoming con artist and being able to show off tricks of their own.

13. Do you have a favorite character from the Underdark? Is it the same as your Character's?

Omeluum. He’s just so fascinating. I love the character concept (I just love weird characters in general). I think Wistenra shares similar opinions.

27. Who ended up in your Character's most used party?

It was mostly Wistenra, Karlach, Gale, and Shadowheart. Wistenra could pick locks and disarm traps, so they didn’t absolutely need Astarion in the party, and they were (mostly) doing a good playthrough. At first the only reason I took Gale was because I wanted to pursue the romance with him (still hoping for the Wistenra/Gale/Karlach poly), but he’s super useful to have in the party. Karlach was the tank and another romance option. There’s no reason not to have a cleric, so Shadowheart it was.

36. Did your Character find the Adamantine Forge? Did they use it? What did they make?

They did! They made scale mail for Shadowheart. Enemies can barely hit her!

37. Did your Character find the Necromancy of Thay? How are they handling it / planning to handle it?

I didn’t, but god damn it I’m going to say that Wistenra did. Gale seems like he really wants it, so it’ll probably go to him.

38. Did your Character meet Barcus Wroot? How's he doing?

Wistenra did get him down from that windmill. He’s doing doing all right, though he managed to get himself in trouble yet again, and Wistenra had to get him out of it again.

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #wistenra #thanks for the ask! #turbulentpumpkin43 #pwotr pals

[outeremissary]

I...I don't know why, but I need to see 📷 for Balthazar

Okay. Due to my time limit I'm not coloring any of these and they won't be very exciting but I'm going to be real, if I'd had more time I would have done a pin-up for this one. Somewhere while looking at pictures of sunglasses something broke inside of me. If anyone asks me in a week maybe I'll do that just because if I'm still insane.

(prompt list)

#I lost the mental battle against the heart glasses and now I'm feeling a strong desire to just keep going with that. #I wish I had more time... sunhats are so cute too... and there are no flowers here... #I briefly contemplated throwing the Luggage into the background and making this a discworld joke. #time is stopping me from getting completely out of hand here. #balthazar is a sanity destroying character for me #ask game #ask me emithing #balthazar lucienne #turbulentpumpkin43 #emi art

[another-heroine]

💎💎💎 please?

Andrine: BOMBS! Kidding, kidding, though it has some truth. Ariadne is like an embodiment of a hurricane, at the same time that she can be a harmless glitter shower in a party. She leaves a shimmering trail wherever she goes, even in the deepest depths of the Abyss.

Ekaterina: Truth be told, extroverted people in general scares me and make me feel tired quickly. It's nothing personal, though, but I suppose that Ariadne's first impression about me was like 'she doesn't like me'. And that's not true! Her light-hearted personality is very pleasant, and it's fun that even in chaos she finds her way out. I trust her, and she can always count on me.

#thank you Ash #sorry for the late reply #heroine asks #andrine vanfell #ekaterina grushankaya #mooties' ocs #pwotr pals #turbulentpumpkin43

[bearvanhelsing]

∀Á♥ for Aria! 👀

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? Aria is admittedly a little vanilla when it comes to this because she is still kind of experimenting with what she likes. She enjoys looking her partner in the eyes when they're going at it so she has a preference for any position that allows her to do so! Á : Is your muse loud in bed? Aria is quite loud, yes! On top of the usual sounds she also likes to hurl praises or insults at her partner so it's almost never a quiet affair unless someone puts a muzzle on her but even then, it doesn't help THAT much sfdakhasdf

#turbulentpumpkin43 #answered #oc: aria

[archduke-enver-gortash]

how about 5, 6, 33, and 34 for Regongar and Ven on the useful/fun otp questions?

5. How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

oh yeah it takes a while for ven to realize that she loves him. like, they're basically joined at the hip, always together, fucking every day and everywhere (and if they can't they'll whine about it lmao) and she's STILL like "regongar? nah i don't love him what are you talking about?? he's just fun to be around!" while actively trying to break up with him multiple times but not being able to do it for some wild reason, telling him bits and pieces of her past, being comforted by his sheer presence (like in my fic stranger in the mirror or thunder, though in that last one she's too afraid to admit needing him so she just sits for hours in a thunderstorm instead because it reminded her of him. oh and she's comfortable and relaxed enough to really moan while getting railed n shit. a first for her lmao) and missing him when he's not around!! ven never missed a single person in her life before him!!

i think she conciously realizes it because of something totally mundane though. they're just doing chilling in a tavern or something, his arm around her, drinking and eating together while joking around, ven is super happy, and then boom. she notices that she doesn't need to do something crazy with him to have fun. "this is enough. i love him. oh gods, i am in stupid fucking love." she then runs away immediately and spends the next week spiraling in her room lmao

i've said this multiple times but i think reg, while it only happens twice in his life, falls in love at first sight. he just knows that she's supposed to be his after the first few minutes. thanks calistria for her.

6. How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

like i've mentioned above, ven took it pretty uhm. hard. she was so terribly afraid, because she's just scared of feeling. feeling something this strongly. and she knows that he loves her back, he tells her every day, so she can't even just ignore her emotions. she literally locks herself away in her quarters and goes completely mental. stops eating for five days. gets a new wrinkle and a bit of hair falls out out of stress lmao.

reg is pretty comfortable, he literally tells her that he loves her after their first night together after all. i also think that he'd just be really happy. like i've said in my previous answered ask, reg's only reason for fighting and living is love.

33. Under what circumstances would they feel jealous?

neither of them are the type to get jealous lmao.

34. Under what circumstances would they feel protective?

hoo boy. regongar is ALWAYS alert. insanely overprotective, clingy and never wants ven to spend time without him ever. this gets worse the longer they are together. insanely quick to resort to violence if he thinks ven or their relationship are in danger or just if he feels like it'd make their life easier, without any remorse. he even says in the game that he happily does things like this. literally just looking at her wrong will get your throat ripped out by the warden of the kingdom. ven is a total enabler and always thanks him profusely for his atrocities too lmao.

#thanks for the ask! #regongar x ven #oc: ven #turbulentpumpkin43 #sorry i feel like my answers are not that good today. i hope you still liked them <3

[desnas]

AUGH... THANK YOU GUISE... <3333 @dujour13 @turbulentpumpkin43

#ask #turbulentpumpkin43 #dujour13 #my fwiends...

[molochka-koshka]

Commission for @turbulentpumpkin43 of their OC Elias stargazing with Ulbrig

This ship is so chill, they're so sweet together, and I'm so glad I got the opportunity to draw them !!!

#elias x ulbrig #ulbrig olesk #pathfinder wotr #wotr #wrath of the righteous #turbulentpumpkin43

[cassynite]

🍓 Sparrow

I don't usually do faceclaims but Sparrow in my mind has always looked a lot like Victoria Pedretti--specifically when she played Nell Crane in the Haunting of Hill House! I always use pictures of the actress when drawing Sparrow as a reference.

#cassy answers #turbulentpumpkin43 #sparrow's jaw is like a little more angular then oval and of course her eyes are gold but otherwise this is it lol! #oc: sparrow #thank you for the ask!

[dujour13]

Ok I love Sia but I really want to know about Saedra! How about ❤️🤍💔💘💯 for her?

Loads of hearts! Thank you Ash! ❤️❤️❤️ Excited to talk about Saedra some more. She’s still in early Act III so she hasn’t been put through all the horrors yet. We’ll see how she holds up.

from this oc ask game

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Loyal – When Saedra decides you’re in, you’re in for life. You’re one of Her People, and she’ll defend your most indefensible actions with cold ferocity. This is multiplied by a thousand with her tadpole buddies.

Non-judgmental – Her sex positivity extends beyond the mere sexual. We all have our kinks and quirks, we all have our struggles. Saedra’s a big city girl and the last person to judge someone on appearance, race, religion or even their acts. Very much “you do you.” Unless that goes against point 1 loyalty.

Affectionate – Saedra’s sex drive is really just an extension of this. People (of all kinds) are beautiful and feel good. Even after she has to friendzone a couple of the tadpole buddies she’s always up to give someone shoulder rubs.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Drive – Saedra has always longed to stake out her place in the world, to become powerful enough to live safely, comfortably and most of all, on her own terms. She hoped that would happen through diligent study of wizardry, but she never did manage to make ends meet with her bartending job, which drove her to a pact with a satyr.

Independence – The irony being that all she really wants is freedom. She’s using the satyr as a steppingstone because she was beginning to despair of succeeding in her wizardry studies, but ultimately she hopes to be able to discard him. Many of her decisions stem from suspicion that someone in power is trying to use her.

Curiosity – She will poke monsters with a stick. She will drink potions. She will spin the wheel.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Loyal (again) – She doesn’t care how nice a person you seem. If you threaten her vampire spawn / hopeless wizard / wonderfully blunt githyanki bff / etc. you will have to be neutralized and it’s your problem, not hers.

Averse to commitment– The last thing Saedra is looking for is love. The ball and chain. She just wants everyone to get along and feel good and take a little roll in the sheets.

Grudges – As her story progresses I can see Saedra becoming bitter towards those who have wronged her and Her People, especially those in positions of power. She could be capable of a lot of gratuitous violence to scratch that itch I’m afraid, especially if encouraged by certain companions.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Herself first and foremost. This is not evil selfishness (at least at this stage) but a drive to take hold of her own destiny.

Her tadpole buddies have become more than just family, closer even than the group of orphans she grew up with. They’re like extensions of her own body at this point. But the complicated feelings she’s experiencing for Astarion are becoming hard to ignore.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Saedra has no idea what her satyr patron really wants from her but he once mentioned “three spinsters” whose threads guided him to her. This makes her deeply uneasy.

She became extremely flustered by fantasies of cuddling (and only cuddling) with Astarion and she even blushed when she finally worked up the courage to suggest the idea. This woman never blushes at anything. Of course he was terrible about it. “I can smell the blood rushing to your cheeks darling, don’t try to hide it.”

She’s an expert bartender whose talents went unappreciated in a poor quarter of Baldur’s Gate. To make ends meet while she studied magic she worked in a little bar in Eastway, barely subsisting on measly tips and very little sleep, but she did apply herself to the job and knows how to make 106 different cocktails with the most attractive garnish.

Here she is enjoying a clown performance at the circus

#bald guy 3 #saedra #thanks for ask!! #turbulentpumpkin43

[spyridonya]

10, 11, and 32 for Kadee for the OC ask game?

What kind of jokes make them laugh?

Kadira has a surprisingly wide sense of humor despite the demure countenance she gives off. She loves dirty jokes, dark jokes, and sincerely enjoy puns. Longer jokes that seem like a real story that hits you with a punchline in the end you didn't expect are absolutely her favorite type of joke. She's not a big fan of 'I hate my partner' jokes nor ones that depend on cruel meanness.

Unless if you're being mean about Minagho or Hulrun.

Do they enjoy pranks or do they hate them? Are they likely to fall for a prank?

Pranks fall in a range, with Kadira liking ones that don't overly hurt feelings. The crueler the prank, the less inclined she likes it. Besides, she's very much aware that some see her as the ideal victim because she's a little clueless to some social cues. She knows no one wants to feel miserable after a prank.

Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

At a modern senior prom? After four years of the nice bookworm nerd, Kadira decides she can take a a few months of ridicule for trying to pull this dress off.

#answered ask #turbulentpumpkin43 #character: knight commander kadira #pwotr pals

[undyingembers]

E, H, N for Len please?

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Lenarius prefers to have a more dominant role. S/he's very peculiar about how s/he wants things to go, and has difficulty letting others take control. There's also a people-pleasing aspect. S/he loves making his/her partner completely helpless with care and/or pleasure. Daeran loves submitting to Leonosa in bed, loves all the things s/he does to him. And while Len can never truly tell Daeran what to do, Daeran has come to see him/her as someone he can rely on and doesn't mind letting Len take the lead on some things.

Now that being said, Len can be persuaded to (and immensely enjoy) taking on a submissive role. But that is extremely rare because of the whole having trouble letting go thing. It would take an immense amount of trust and a strong appeal and force of personality from the other to pull it off. So far, the only person who has managed that on a fairly consistent basis is @dmagedgoods's Salvadore.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

With Len, it is very mixed. S/he much prefers to be honest and open about everything with his/her loved one. In practice, it sometimes doesn't work. If Len feels that what his/her potential partner may find out might cause them to reject him/her (especially in regards to his/her own emotional needs; s/he would die if the other person mocked them or found them a burden), then s/he will probably bury his/her emotions deep. However, if Len feels safe with his/her partner, then s/he's definitely willing to share more and more.

With Daeran, apart from the Other, he's always had trouble opening up about pretty much anything. He hides his emotions and trauma with mockery and distractions. Len can always see right through it, though, even though Daeran's behavior confuses him/her at times.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Oh gods. Len and Daeran don't do nicknames much. Sometimes, they will refer to each other as "my darling", "my dear", or "my love", but nothing other than that. Len sometimes calls Daeran "Dae", but Daeran almost never uses "Len"; it's almost always one of his/her full names, "Lenarius" or "Leonosa".

Leonosa does have a special nickname for Sal, though. S/he rarely uses it, but when s/he really wants to fluster or embarrass him, s/he will refer to him as her "kitten".

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