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🤗Are they physically affectionate? 🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married?
🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship? 👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨👩👧👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?
Istolin: “There comes a time in a man’s life where they encounter a soul, and have a moment where all their being thinks ‘oh, there you are’. It may not have been our first meeting, nor our second, but as I came to know you, I knew it was you. You were the one I was intended to spend my days with. And I could not be happier or more honored that you would choose to spend your days by my side.
I offer you the only two things I can; perfect love, and perfect honesty. To stand by you in the face of adversity, to always be true. To always be yours. Always.”
Raven: “I never would have picked you based off what I knew at first. You were everything I hated in life and where we lived, but I’m glad I got to know you. You grew to be everything I loved and have become someone that has made my life worth living more than I thought someone could. All I offer is honesty, love, and loyalty for as long as you’ll have it.”
A thanks to my beautiful IC husband and one of my best friends @istolin. I’m glad I could have my first IC wedding with you and start another chapter in our boys lives after a year of build up. Hopefully we, and they, have more years to come. Along with him, I want to thank everyone who came whether you were IC or OOC. Thank you to @lordofcrowns@llorne-stormsteele@miden-rouge and @nebula1984. I know I have missed many who showed up, so please feel free to go “hey that was me!”, tag your friends, or have me add you! I’m notoriously bad at names with a horrible memory. We were so happy to see all of you and make this day memorable and having collectively having a fantastic sense of humor for us to shoot shit OOCly. Twelve bless you all! ))
Bad Things Happen Bingo – Prompt Fall Through the Ice
Character: Marielle Valeroyant
It hadn’t looked that hard. But something had changed. The land had changed. Even something was different with the aether after the great dreadwyrm had crossed the skies in fiery rage.
Svitlana had expected a chilly but green Coerthas. Not the winter storm she was flying through now. Coerthas had always seemed so green from the edges of the Dravania. Not this. Nothing but ice and snow for miles. A shiver when over the young dragonet’s body.
If she had waited much longer to run, it would be harder to avoid the Ishgardians. She was just nearly to her adolescence. Her size would soon make it much harder to hide without using glamor. But to travel this distance looking like a spoken? She would surely die to these cold temperatures.
Her wings felt so tired. This cold was much harder to deal with then she would have expected. After all snow like this? Unheard of in Dravania. The small green and gold dragonet had finally had enough. Setting down on a patch of ice that looked safe enough. A part of her just wanted to take a nap but she knew that was a bad idea. She just needed a few moments of time.
There was the sound of a crack. Like a tree branch. Or she thought it sounded like a tree branch. Tilting her head as she listened more noise. Another crack. Looking down now as she realized the sound was beneath her feet. But not quite quick enough to move in time.
The ice gave way beneath her as she panicked. If only she hadn’t panicked she might not have fallen into the freezing cold waters beneath the ice. Swimming would have been easier if she had been calm. Everything was just chaos as she flailed her feet and wings in an attempt not to drown. Just as she thought she had her chance to get away from this war and the ever present threats of death by Ishgardians… This was the way her life would end? Barely lived. Her body just felt so tired.
Suddenly there was air. Bitter cold air. Svitlana coughed and took gulps of air. Not realizing there were Spoken hands holding her. Someone had rescued her from death. But she was just too cold to care even as a blanket was wrapped around her. Fighting to try and keep her eyes open wasn’t working.
“Shhh now, little one.”
The touch and voice was calming. Svitlana shut her eyes and let herself drift off.
~*~
Groggy purple dragon eyes blinked when she finally woke once more. Looking around at the warm cozy cottage she was in. Hearing the sound of the howling wind against the window nearby. Svitlana tilted her head as she looked over at the Spoken woman sitting in the chair by the fire. Continuing to look around and take note of an impressive set of armor and a spear near the door.
So she was still alive. Sleep had done good to heal her body but what situation was she in now. Svitlana closed her eyes and focused. Remembering what she had been taught about glamor. This Spoken might not understand dragonspeak. Speaking to her in Spoken tongue might be easier. With a rush of power and aether, Svitlana took the glamor of a naked duskwight woman. Younger than the woman in the chair but similar in appearance. After all she needed someone to use as a model for this trick still despite practicing on the Spoken at Tailfeather. Her hair retained the colors of her dragon scales.
“Cold.” Svitlana shivered and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. The woman by the fire looked both startled and surprised at the sudden woman where the dragonet had been before.
“Halone have mercy…” The prayer was muttered before the woman shook the surprise from herself. “Little dragonet?”
“Cold.” Svitlana repeated as she hugged the blanket tighter. This earned her another shake of the woman’s head as another blanket was retrieved and placed around Svitlana’s shoulders. “Thank you.”
“I’m not surprised you’re suddenly cold. You went from scales to a naked woman. Younglings.” The woman seemed warm enough as she went over to what served as the kitchen. Bustling about to make something hot for her guest to eat. “If you can speak our tongue, what in the Halone’s name were you doing out in this blizzard?”
“Scared. Of the war. Please don’t kill me.” Svitlana shrank back into the blankets as she watched the woman with wary purple eyes.
“Kill you? After I saved you? Nah. Not worth the trouble. I gave up fighting for Ishgard a long time ago. Getting too old.” The woman pointing up towards her graying hair and wrinkles. “I just wanted to live out my days in peace. Just happened to be passing the spot you fell through the ice. What is your name, little one?”
“Svitlana. I seek safety and peace as well.” Marielle curiously watched as the woman began making a stew. Sniffing the air at the smell of food cooking.
“Pretty name. Though if you’re seeking safety you’ll need a less… Dragon name. Do you like Marielle?” Leaving the stew to heat as she leaned against the counter and looked towards Svitlana. “My name is Roselle.”
“Marielle…” Svitlana tilted her head as she tried the name. There was silence for a moment before Svitlana nodded and looked hopefully towards the stew. “Marielle. I’m hungry, Roselle.”
Roselle just laughed, earning her a happy smile from Svitlana. No. Marielle. It was the name she would have to get used to if she wanted to survive. Hopefully she could learn enough from Roselle to be able to manage that.
This makes you 7.89% Lighter than the average person.
Egoism: “Excessive concern with one’s own pleasure or advantage at the expense of community well-being.” (Weigel et al. 1999)
Machiavellianism: “Manipulativeness, callous affect, and a strategic, calculating orientation.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014)
Moral
Disengagement: “A generalized cognitive orientation that differentiates
one’s thinking towards unethical behavior.” (Moore et al. 2012)
Narcissism:
“An all-consuming drive towards ego-reinforcement and an egotistical
interest in, or admiration of, one’s self.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014;
Smith 2017)
Entitlement: “A stable and pervasive sense that one deserves and is entitled to more than others.” (Campbell et al. 2004)
Psychopathy:
“Deficits in affect and self-control (i.e. callousness and
impulsivity), as well as a lack of remorse, antisocial behavior, and
volatility.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014; Smith 2017)
Sadism: “A
tendency to humiliate others via cruel or demeaning behavior, or the
propensity to intentionally inflict physical, sexual, or psychological
pain on others in order to assert power or for pleasure and enjoyment.”
(O’Meara et al. 2011)
Self-Interest: “The unprincipled pursuit of
gains in socially valued domains, such as material goods, social status,
recognition, achievement, and success.” (Gerbasi & Prentice 2013)
Spitefulness:
“A tendency to engage in behavior that would harm others but would also
entail harm to oneself.” (Marcus et al. 2014)
Total Dark Core: Your total Dark Core factor. Higher scores indicate a darker personality.
“Oh? That has become a rumor? I mean it is not much of a rumor. She is my therapist. Though she is a very pretty woman and kind. I actually look forward to further visits with her. Perhaps something outside of therapy sometime so I can repay her kindness even. If it leads to more some day? Then it does.” A simple shrug of his shoulders and a warm smile. “I would not exactly call her meek or meager though. She seems a fine lady that could hold her own when needed.”
Spirit of the Warlock 