Im Working On Updating My Guardians Reference Sheets But In The Meantime I Need To Put This Height Comparison

i’m working on updating my guardians’ reference sheets but in the meantime i need to put this height comparison out into the world. thesis and her collection of eliksni situationships

obsessed with the idea of this vampire spawn wholesomely corrupting the religious girl to pursue her own desires and give only what she wants to give instead of doing it all in the name of her goddess… returning shadowheart’s agency and personhood in the same way that she restored his through genuinely caring for him…. aughhhh.

baldur’s gate making me mentally ill specifically shadowheart and astarion.

something something willing loss as a tenet of sharran faith and what better tribute to the dark lady than shadowheart sacrificing her lifeblood to a creature of the darkness stripped of his humanity and free will, claiming a lost soul condemned to life in darkness as her own and nourishing him in shar’s name etc etc

maybe after some time it’s not about losing her blood and accepting the pain and exhaustion as a sort of dedication fast but a desire to give instead, to give astarion what he needs in every capacity (blood, kindness, a listening ear, protection, agency, etc) to the point where her religious dedication to shar pales in comparison to his whole-hearted devotion.

i definitely agree with all of these but would make the following adjustments:

1.) shift omar to the right of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down on the prep/goth axis. he’s almost as moody as eris wears almost as much jewelry. will obnoxiously mansplain about his incredibly niche areas of interest if given the opportunity. i see the jock physique but he’s a little squishy, emotionally too.

2.) shift vell to the left of the jock/nerd axis just past eris and ever so slightly down up the prep/goth axis. I would consider vell to be strategic and clever but not quite genuinely book-smart enough to be a nerd; he has good ideas and they work but it’s 80% dumb luck. i would say he’s preppy in the sense that he takes gelling his hair very seriously and actually thinks his style is the height of fashion

First Crota Fireteam (plus Wei Ning) alignments. Discuss.

Toland doesn’t have a last name, so eventually he just takes Morn

thinking about the first crota fireteam and how crucial eris was to recruitment. the mission in itself was to avenge guardians lost to crota but there was a specific tint of focus toward avenging wei ning, something eris didn’t have much of a personal stake in aside from being a friend of her’s and eriana’s. and yet, she went on to recruit people who were obviously incredibly important to her; sai who seems to trust her with complete faith, vell who saved her life once and is willing to do it again, omar who only agreed to go because eris supports the cause, toland who she’d probably looked up to even in his exile, who has genuine faith in the mission despite everything.

and then, they die one by one and eris is entirely helpless to stop it. maybe it would be less bittersweet if they’d accomplished anything close to their original goal, if eris could come out of the hellmouth knowing her team’s deaths weren’t in vain. but they don’t, and they are, and everything was all in vain from the very beginning.

it’s interesting how eris emulates them, keeps them alive through herself. like sai, she trusts herself to carry out this insane hive ascension ritual with little concern for the personal risk. like vell, she adventures out into a hostile frozen wasteland and fights to protect others no matter the cost, even those she barely knows. like omar, she keeps talismans and charms and gives them to others who need reassurance, a reminder she’s in their corner. like toland, she’s the hive expert who still seeks to teach and mentor despite her more self-imposed solitude.

and of course, like eriana, her passionate love and craving for vengeance are constantly at war with one another. her sorrow, he guilt, her anguish over what she’s lost, competing with her desire to help, to mend, to protect what little she has left, to save a world she still somehow has faith in. the difference between them is that eris’ love will always win. she will not be led blindly into any pit again, not by her thirst for revenge, not by her despair, not by the darkness, not by the deep.

Intimacy #14 (Sharing Drinks) w Omar and Sai?

Debated whether I considered this an "unusual" ask! However, I've never written them before so it counts. I have to say @bbyfacedx's recent fics/art have inspired me with these two, but you can interpret their relationship however you want.

"Whatcha got there?" Sai asks, brown eyes glistening covetously at Omar's drink. It's a delectable-looking mug of . . . she's not sure, maybe a latte or hot cocoa if she had to hazard a guess. Whatever it is, it's covered in a towering dollop of whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a drizzle of caramel for good measure.

Omar likes sweet drinks but the gaudy display of toppings isn't usually his thing. The uncharacteristic nature of it intrigues her more than if he'd just shown up with a can of energy drink, or a cold brew with too much cream and sugar. 

". . . Coffee," he says, preemptively lifting it up and out of arm's reach as she leans in to steal a taste. "Sai, you have your own drink."

She gives a forlorn glance at her modest cup of milk tea. "This is not that."

"That sounds like your problem," says Omar. "Besides, you wouldn't like it."

"I would!"

He tries his hardest to avoid the small hunter's doleful stare as he takes a swill. Unfortunately, Sai can be irritatingly intense when she chooses, and has chosen to now. Wiping the cream off his nose, he pushes his drink into her free hand. "Suit yourself."

She passes her teacup to him. Excitedly hefts the mug to her lips with both hands, takes a long slug—

And immediately chokes, barely managing to swallow down her portion. "Sky above, Omar —" she stammers between coughs, "What'd you mix in?"

"Something the lads at the Coyote's Den concocted," he grins, referencing one of the more storied hunter speakeasies in the old part of town. Sai usually didn't go there, too busy and loud, unless every other joint in the City was closed for the night/morning and she was desperately in need of caffeine or imbibements. "This might have been a failed experiment, so Mendoza sold me a bottle at cost. 'Just make sure you let your Ghost know before you drink it' is what she told me, hah. Pretty good if you can mix enough crap in with it to distract from the aftertaste."

"Eugh, awful," says Sai, before taking another tentative nip. "It grows on you, though . . ."

"I'm not getting that back, am I?" he asks, taking a short sip, then a second longer drink from the cup. The velvety blend of smoky black tea, sweet cream, and notes of cardamom and cinnamon are delicious, even without his additions. "You know what? Scratch that. You can keep it. But you might want to tell Yuka before you stumble off the Tower wall or get hit by a trolley on your way home."

(Somewhere in Sai's bead-embroidered hood, she chirps affirmatively.)

"Won't you walk me back?" She asks, tucking her arm around his. Her tipsy sentimentality was excruciatingly charming, enough to momentarily divert him from his plans for the evening. 

He gives a good-natured huff. Steadies Sai when she wobbles a little. "Karsys, let Olu know I'll be a bit late to our Go match. I don't want her to go around crowing about a forfeit victory . . ."

Sai gives a happy bounce on her feet as they turn and make their way toward midtown.