Poking around in the game files. lines pertaining to Spite's habit of narrating smells.
"(Inhales) Smells like... Lucanis."
"(Inhales) Smells like... Rook."
both self-explanatory.
"(Inhales) Smells like... jam and brimstone. "
jam - Harding, brimstone - Taash?
"Smells like tears. And lying."
Solas.
"Smelled like strawberries and blood."
a lady at the market who was selling ribbons and who was into Lucanis.
"(Inhales) Smells like... melon and woodsmoke."
Taash?
"(Inhales) Home? Smells like dust and linseed oil."
Villa Dellamorte.
"(Inhales) Smells like blood. Ashes. Not done. Not yet."
After killing Calivan in the Ossuary.
"(Inhales) Smells like... incense. Old meat. And starched linens."
Necropolis (it has triggered in the Memorial Gardens).
"(Inhales) Smells like... old teeth and burial spices."
triggered when getting to the door before the Fade tear on the Grey Warden island in the Crossroads, where there are some skeletons and urns.
"(Inhales.) Smells like... fear. Sweat. And frustration."
unsure.
"Spite says the magic smells like oil on water."
unsure.
pls correct me if I'm wrong with any of these or if I missed any. ââżâ some I know I've heard in-game but can't recall where they were placed or recall for sure.
edit: thankyou sm to users @violetwreck, @symphorine and @quilleth for sharing info in the notes below :) post has been updated.
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Hmm for headcanon asks, what's a silly of fluffy headcanon for Kaela that you're particularly fond of?
Originally it was something Bel helped with, but eventually Lucanis takes over helping Kaela wash her hair after trips to Hossberg and the like. Even in her usual ponytail her hair is SUPER long, after all, plus even if it wasn't it's hard to see all the areas where goop gets into it. it becomes a bit of their relaxation ritual after that sort of mission, literally washing away the blight and grime that collects. (She probably starts at least braiding the ponytail for trips that are especially risky for that sort of thing to reduce the mess, but I think even with that they'd take the time.)
Ofc, at least at first all of this takes place in the bathhouse that I hc appears in a basement to the dining hall. Later when she changes rooms (cause eff that aquarium) AND they're in the relationship they may move to her room for privacy (even before they're actually intimate), because she has a bath there (but no shower, and the bathhouse has showers and that makes the washing of hair much easier). (Tho even when she has the different room, they spend a lot of time on the red couch in the dining hall, bc unlike me they aren't hermits.)
I'm not sure if you're looking for prompts, but if so- affectionate moments meme for your Claude and Kade # 21? Please tell me more about them i am Intrigued
I had an idea for this one almost as soon as you sent in the ask, but it took me this long to get it off the ground. Whoops.
Anyway, here's Claude and Kade, at the very end of week 6. Spoilers, obviously. Prompt 21: A Promise.
Once the Ambassadors' Ball was successfully concluded, with the number of foiled assassinations holding steady at a frankly manageable one, Claude let his social smile drop like a rumpled dinner jacket. His limbs felt heavy, and he was weary to the bone. Contemplating the early morning that he would have tomorrow, let alone the week of negotiations that would follow, was more than he could bear. He had only just enough energy left to meander his way through the dark, quiet, abandoned corridors of the castle until he found his own bed. A brief and troubled night's sleep was still better than none.
All around him, those dark and quiet corridors were closing in. Dark and quiet, but not abandoned. Something--someone--was intruding on his solitude. Having spent the last six hours maintaining a marathon of perfect socialization, Claude was distinctly unamused at the breach into his last peaceful hour.
"Why don't you stop lurking and show yourself?" he asked the impenetrable dark.
A sliver of shadow detached itself from the nighttime hallways, resolving into the dark silhouette of a tall, slim man.
"Oh," said Claude. "You."
"Were you expecting someone else, my lord?" asked Kade, his voice dipping effortlessly into his customary derisive drawl.
"I thought it might be one of the others," said Claude, shrugging with immaculately affected nonchalance. "That strange creature of yours, perhaps, the one wanders about with her little notebook, spying on everyone."
"Oh, her." Kade snorted. "You needn't have worried. She's harmless."
"For a man who values his privacy, you seem to have no notion why anyone else would value their own," said Claude.
Kade snorted again. "Everything you did, said, or thought during the summit was observed and recorded," he said. "You should have known that would be the case, before you ever set foot on my island."
"Your island?" asked Claude, raising an eyebrow.
"It is a sovereign territory, you know," said Kade.
"And you are not its sovereign," Claude pointed out.
Kade laughed softly. "Never change."
"I wasn't planning on it," said Claude, baffled.
Kade nodded once, sharply.
"Is that what you came here for?" asked Claude. "To tell me not to change?"
"Perhaps I came to congratulate you on a successful endeavor," suggested Kade cryptically.
"The Ambassadors' Ball, you mean?" asked Claude.
Kade shrugged, a ripple in the night's darkness. "Did you accomplish some other great feat today, perhaps?" He sighed and took a step forward, narrowing the distance between them. "Can't you keep yourself out of danger, my lord, not even for the space of one week?"
"It would seem not," he answered. "I suppose that I'm just hopeless, that way."
"Tomorrow the negotiations begin in earnest," said Kade.
"I'm aware," he replied dryly.
"Right," said Kade. "And since you're nearly out of time, do try to stay alive a little bit longer. It would be a shame for you to come so close to achieving your goals, and then fall short of the mark."
"What do you know about my goals?" he demanded, with a creeping suspicion.
Kade took another step closer, until the trace of distant candlelight gleamed in his silver hair and his icy smile. "I was there when you gave your great speech. Far in the back, behind the rapt audience of your fellow delegates, but I heard everything. Don't you want to secure your place in the history books, Lord Claude?"
"I told you not to call me that," said Claude quietly.
"By what name, then, do you mean to be remembered?" asked Kade.
"By a name that I earn for myself," he answered without hesitation.
"A name and a reputation of your own invention," said Kade thoughtfully. "How un-aristocratic of you."
"All right," said Claude, crossing his arms. "You've said your piece, and delivered your back-handed compliments. Are you done? Only it's late, and as you rightly pointed out, I have a long day ahead of me, tomorrow."
Kade sighed. "I will miss this, you know. Our little verbal sparring matches. There are so few others on this island who are able to keep pace with me, and fewer still inclined."
"Shocking," said Claude dryly. "If that will be all?"
"One more thing," said Kade, his smile fading. "One thing I need you to remember, before we part for the night."
"Oh?" said Claude, stepping closer.
Kade gripped his face suddenly by the chin. Leaning close until his whispered words were just a breath of warm, honeyed breath, he said, "Remember who you are, and who you are not."
"âŚWhat?" said Claude, taken aback.
He tried to step away, but Kade held fast.
"No, listen to me," said Kade, leaning in until their noses were almost touching, whispering furiously. "No matter how hard it is, remember what you came here to do."
Claude snorted. "I came here to look out for myself and secure my future."
"I seem to recall you saying otherwise," said Kade.
"I lied," said Claude bluntly.
"Really?" asked Kade, dropping his hand abruptly. "Is that why you worked so hard to see Imogen acquitted?"
He bit his cheek. "What's your point?"
Kade drew a deep breath, like a runner preparing for a race. "During the negotiations, people will come to you with offers, as they have before. If you want to write your name in the book of the living, you must choose to do what's right, and not what is easy. As you have before."
He stiffened. "And how do you know all of this?"
"I know everything that goes on in this castle," said Kade. "I know every secret that you think you've uncovered, and more besides. I know what demands the ambassadors will make during the negotiations, and what concessions they're willing to make. I know that you've been skulking in the shadows, trying to learn our secrets. And I know that you danced the last dance of the ball with the Princess of Hise."
"She's just a friend," said Claude automatically, before he remembered that he owed no explanation for whom he danced with.
"Remember who your friends are," said Kade, stepping back and already melting into the shadows, "and who your enemies are."
"And which one are you?" he asked impulsively.
He could hear his soft laugh fading as he disappeared, for once, more amused than derisive.
@msviolacea replied to your post â@siawrites replied to your post âhello tumblr,...â:
It will be on PS5 in a couple of weeks! I think it releases right after Labor Day.
@thievinghippo replied to your post âhello tumblr, good morning, you have convinced me...â:
I love her! Also, it's out on PS5 next month and Xbox by the end of the year! (That's to Sia)
Thank you both for the clarification! (And the love đ)
@msbarrows replied to your post âhello tumblr, good morning, you have convinced me...â:
Oh she's lovely. Super cute! The one piece of advice I'd give is if you haven't already, go into options and check out (and possibly edit) your key bindings. Unlike some other games, BG3 doesn't remind you which keys you can use to do stuff, and some (like context menu) are VERY key to playing but not at all obvious.
It's been so long since I PC'ed rather than console/controller gaming that I have no idea what I even want which keys to do, so I won't be rearranging anything as of yet, but I do appreciate the reminder to make sure I know what the options are :D
@genginger replied to your post âhello tumblr, good morning, you have convinced me...â:
I love her and look forward to hearing about her adventures!
I have made it to 1 (one) location so far, so currently her adventures are: fall from sky, kill a couple goblins, have a very low opinion of a druid lady, and get smiled at by Wyll right after she witnessed him being nice to children which was an experience and a half for her so she may decide she's not interested in the Lady that I in fact finally broke down and played the game to meet. đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
@quilleth replied to your post âhello tumblr, good morning, you have convinced me...â:
She's cute!
ADORABLE VENGEANCE AGAINST ITHILID WILL BE HERS! (thanks)
@bettydice replied to your post âhello tumblr, good morning, you have convinced me...â:
she's so cute!!!!
enjoy playing!
THANK YOU! I AM SO FAR!
@genginger replied to your post â@siawrites replied to your post âhello tumblr,...â:
*cough* I have already installed a party size mod. I love it so far.
OOOOH THAT'S A GOOD IDEA. I mean, I only have three possibilities atm, but I'm sure it will come up.
(It's kind of funny so far: Yrna says something reasonable and/or kind, Shadowheart approves. Yrna protects someone, Wyll approves. Astarion thinks she's an idiot though. :snerk: )
also a bunch of people have commented on wtf a duergar?! so that's entertaining as well. (I am kind of curious about how Kagha manages to be terrible without whipping out duergar/underdark specific fantasy racism, because I'm sure she does it! She's dedicated to her awful after all.)
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things fictional couples do prompt time!! #16 or 9, your choice of ships :)
I decided to go with #9 for Nee and Zarad and uuhhhhhh this might be alpha spoilers I honestly donât know I tried to be vague but I HONESTLY DO NOT REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN anyway itâs probably fine the part of the fandom that reads my fic is like five people and four of them are in our discord server.
Thatâs fine right.
Shhhh itâs fine.
Also I did a bad job adhering to the prompt but it was the impetus for writing this.
9. bantering, judging each other but in a way thatâs like, what youâre doing right now, is really stupid, but youâre adorable and i canât help but love you
âMy star, my light, my life--â
Zarad is only ever so flowery when heâs annoyed with her (afraid for her) and theyâre in too public a place to make a real scene of it. Nisha turns to smile sunnily back at her approaching husband while other people titter or roll their eyes. They donât hear the truth under the performance, but theyâre not meant to.
â--Itâs terribly upsetting when you flirt with other men; I must ask that you stop courting the attention of Lord Nebaran--â
Thereâs a hummingbird-quick flash of a frown there, saying heâs much more upset about the Lordâs stable of assassins, who have also been most marked in their attentions. She survived the last attempt mostly through luck and by dint of having made a remarkable number of friends over the two decades she has been a part of the court.
Thatâs probably why heâs annoyed, actually; his own precautions didnât save her. Hers didnât, either.
What saved her was the fact that one prank on Blain seven years since won her half a dozen partisans who find her sufficiently amusing to exert themselves on her behalf. That rivalry does keep paying dividends.
She wants to interrupt but itâs not as if she can say before a dozen onlookers that she wouldnât need to stick her own neck out quite so far to tear down his brotherâs allies if heâd let her attack the misbegotten weevil directly.
But that way lies annoying the Emperor, which she is not equipped to survive at present, and possibly implicating her husband in having broken the sole dictate he gave to his sons; not to attack each other.
Which is also why Zarad hadnât moved against Nebaran himself. Itâs close enough that a clever man could spin it, and his brother, for all his faults, is not an idiot. Else heâd be dead already.Â
So Nisha has been exerting herself to attach a great many rumors to his supporters, all of them quite, quite damaging, and quite, quite true. Lord Nebaran is the cleverest of the lot, and it didnât take him long to divine the source of at least some of his current ill fortune.
Literally ill fortune, in fact; the last round of rumormongering scuppered a lucrative trade deal heâd had in the works for eight months. Sheâs very proud of that coup.
Especially since it seems it was vicious enough to finally make her opponent lose all sense of subtlety.
She beams; if Zarad is being publicly, performatively annoyed at her, it means Nebaran has finally attempted to have her killed in so overt a fashion that her husband will indeed be justified in retaliating. The Emperor wonât do a thing about it, even if Aamir makes a fuss.
âI can make it up to you,â she says sweetly, swaying into his space in a way that just barely brushes the bounds of inappropriate without stepping over the line. Several of the watching crowd move a little further away, pretending to give them privacy.
From a little closer, she can see the strain around his eyes, the fear and stress of seeing her in danger and having to leave her there. He would very much like to be calling her an idiot and begging her to let him keep her safe.
Her smile gentles.
âYou told me once what you wanted in a wife,â she says, too quietly to be overheard and too oblique to be understood even if an onlooker can read lips.
He wanted a partner. That he married her for more than that, and it makes him disinclined to risk her, doesnât excuse her from being one.
What she means is âI love you.â What she means is, âthat means Iâm not letting you fight alone anymore.â
And then she laughs and says, just a little louder, like she doesnât mean to be overheard but knowing at least one sharp ear will catch it,
âIâll behave when you do, husband-mine.â
What the vultures will take from that is that sheâs serving him back for flirting. What she means (what he hears) is âIâll be safe when you are--and not a moment sooner.â
Prompts!! I'm mostly thinking TWC because we're all Wayhaven trash right now, but whatever inspires you really! Kisses: When One Personâs Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead and Angst (because I know that's your jam): # 12: âHolding everything in doesnât help, you know.â or Fluff 11: âAre you flirting with me?â âYou finally noticed?â
I am very VERY VERY late but here we go! I went with the angsty one because of Who I Am As A Person, and nobody who knows me is surprised. :)
Adam knows as soon as he senses Farah approaching, amber eyes sparkling with her usual wild energy, that he would find little enjoyment in whatever nonsense she has planned.
That, in it of itself, is not unusual; even in the best of times, the younger agentâs enthusiasm and general joie de vivre are⌠overwhelming, to put it mildly, and this is hardly what he would consider the best of times.
At least, not for him.
Taking a deep breath, he steps out of the shadows, folding his arms over his chest as he glares down at her. âWhat?â
The word is a low growl but she hardly seems to notice, and he finds himself wondering, not for the first time, whether or not she purposely chooses to employ her empathic senses for the sole purpose of annoying him. Judging from the way her lips curl into a predatory smirk, as if sensing the direction of his thoughts, it would seem the answer is yes.
That does not, apparently, stop the eyes that blink up at him with utmost innocence and he suppresses a sigh with some difficulty.
âNothing. Canât I just be here to check on you?â
He opens his mouth, a brusque command on his tongue, but⌠In spite of himself, he pauses. Her words are flippant enough, as they always are, but⌠But what he missed in his earlier⌠preoccupation is that there is compassion there too, a glimmer of sympathetic understanding in her gaze that makes the muscles in his back tighten and instead, he sighs, running his hand over his hair.
âIâm fine.â
It is not exactly a lie, but even so, her expression sharpens in a way that has him swallowing down his urge to insist. After all, he knows just as well as she does that it would only serve to intensify her suspicions.
âHmm.â
His relief at her uncharacteristic acceptance lives only until she casts her eyes in the same direction he has been observing, the meandering path he has been following through the carnivalâs numerous tents and attractions. Until she spies the two figures he cannot seem to look away from, walking hand in hand.
âOh, AdamâŚâ
He suppresses a flinch. âWhat?â he repeats, this time with all of the sharpness that he managed to keep hidden from his face.
Farah visibly frowns, the disapproving expression all the more grave coming from her perennially cheerful mien. The heavy weight of it settles in his stomach, a cold, unwelcome feeling that has him looking away.
Instead, inexorably, his gaze is drawn toward the pair, hands laced together while pale and dark heads incline toward each other, soft and intimate. As he watches, she tilts her head further up, says something that makes him through his head back in that warm, open laugh of his, one that his vampiric senses can hear even across the distance, even despite all of his efforts to the contrary.
His chest tightens.
âAdam,â she says again, and he has to force himself to meet her gaze, to settle his attention on the soft sympathy that somehow only manages to hurt more. âThey arenât⌠You donâtâŚâ She shakes her head and he canât help but raise an eyebrow at her unusual inarticulacy. âShe didnât choose.â
In spite of himself, he stiffens, the word she didnât say ringing in his mind. The name of his oldest, closest friend. The one person he trusts above all others.
The only person who deserves her, who could be enough.
He clears his throat, the rough sound grating even to his own ears. âShe should.â
Her sigh is audible in her voice. âYou donât believe that.â
âI do,â he says with as much conviction as he can muster. When she turns her gaze on him, he swallows, looking away from those dark, knowing eyes, too full of both reproach and sympathy. âI have to.â
In the ensuing silence, his attention falls back on the silhouettes that he cannot seem to lose, looking for all the world like another couple at the carnival.
Like what Farah no doubt intended for their first investigation, the one that he had to interrupt.
A gentle hand falls onto his arm and he stiffens, but the voice that drifts over his shoulder is quiet, almost coaxing. âHolding everything in doesnât help, you know.â
He doesnât say anything, but she doesnât seem to be expecting him to; with a gentle squeeze, she steps away, far too insightful eyes blessedly relinquishing their hold, and he takes a deep breath, his own gaze falling back on Nate and the Detective, bright and warm and content in their peace.
It is enough. It has to be.
âI know,â he murmurs, though whether it is to Farah or himself, not even he can be sure.
@quillethâ thank you!!! My hair DEFINITELY has warm undertones (and is very thick) and I used another bleach to get it lighter. It is still yellow and warm but much lighter, and much more what I wanted! (there will be pics in a halloween post shortly)
