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INDIE & SELECTIVE DRUID BARBARIAN DND OC

what if… we blinked slowly at each other… WRITTEN BY and we were both animals that recognize this SCOUT as a gesture of trust 😳😳😳

[promo credit] [quote by david cronenberg]

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thread tracker under the cut:

I OWE:

@justbrcathe - 1st time thread, actor thread, erospsyche thread, single dad thread

@miidnighters first time f'kn thread, mopey kurt thread @alwaysxinxtrouble matt and kurt sparring thread

@snkts midnight snax thread lol @raregcms tj birthday thread @iobartach grumpy post battle thread @dramatispersonac frenchie first time i love you thread, frenchie we cant say i love u so lets fuck thread

@ircnwrought comforting thread yall owe me:

i literally have no idea lmfaoooo so if you know awesome. take ur time idc!

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im sure other mutant/x-men based muses have their own spin on a DnD verse but i just like the idea that the power sets are virtually the same but get explained away as magic... only it doesn't always make the most sense and some people can't hide that very well.

it's still genetics. kurt is genetically a mutant tiefling. he shouldn't be able to misty step without casting but he does. -shrug-

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I AM SO GAY FOR UR ASS!!! NOON!!!! YOU ARE SO NICE!!!

Listen guys, if it weren't for noon i would have probably gotten stagnant on old blogs and never bothered with kurt. i wouldn't have bothered with remy or kept up my loki either. i wouldn't have made some of the friends i have now and i honestly wouldn't have even met my partner crow so like

i owe noon everythinggggg she is amazing and such a pal and i am SO happy we get to write until we are ghosts and then write even more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ily <3

Today marks a special occasion and I will get sappy, as a warning. 

I have been writing with Scout - @indirecticn  @onlyathief @fvzzyelf @astcrion- for a whole year!! I cannot possibly explain how much my life has been changed because of this fact. It started with Loki & Jane and progressed into taking on other beautiful characters and stories. Every instance has been wonderful because Scout is such a lovely partner to create art with. They make writing feel so effortless and fun and it doesn't matter how long replies take because I am ALWAYS happy to see them when they show up. Because of Scout I felt brave enough to pick up characters that I let go of for YEARS because of past traumatic incidents. They have given me so much support as a writer and as a friend. 

Because of Scout, I found other blogs with amazing muns whose love for their characters permeates everything. Because of Scout I was brave enough to join a discord group with these people, even though I usually bow out of those in anxiety and terror very quickly. Joining this group meant forming more friendships and expanding stories out away from just characters I write with Scout. These stories have been inspiring, beautiful, and entirely unexpected. I am endlessly grateful for these people. 

Not only has Scout entirely altered how I interact with people in the RPC, they MOVED TO MY HOMETOWN!! This was entirely a coincidence, but I view it as fate. Because how wild is it that they moved from New York and across the country to exactly 10 minutes from where I live? This means our friendship extends beyond the internet and I could not be happier. Even if we are just dorks who sit in my living room doing laundry, watching King of the Hill, and working on replies.

Heck, they are also the reason I FINALLY broke down and played Baldur’s Gate 3.

I’m so happy for the personal growth they have gone through this year too, even though parts were rough. I am so happy they are my friend and my package deal RP partner. I hope we write our muses together until we are ancient and wrinkly. Actually, even after then.

Thanks for asking for Lokane fic recs Scout. What a great way to kick-start a friendship.

💚💚💚

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the truth was a little unnerving, really, and that was that the way gale appeared to hold back his grimace was about the same way any of them did, except for kurt, and that was the part that made kurt's worry the most palpable.

he didn't think he was growing irritated again, certainly didn't feel the pull of darkness curled any tighter around his limbs than usual. actually, what he felt was worse: the dark almost felt like stroking hands, friendly and sweet.

it was no secret that shadows clung to kurt naturally. in the underdark he had to wear a little necklace charmed with a radiant orb of the smallest kind just to keep from being lost by the eyes of the others. even those blessed with darkvision found it too easy to look straight at him and see nothing at all until the flicker of his strange, pupil-less gaze blinked owlishly at them.

the dark took to kurt like a lover, held him and swathed him in her velvet night. shadowheart wondered idly if it was a blessing of sharr that he was not yet willing to recognize. but did sharr have anything to do with the way his bones bent differently? how he could crouch for hours with little pain in his limbs?

what about the way he so casually cast misty step with but a thought and not a word even uttered? surely she had nothing to do with that.

kurt stopped short, the gentle clank of his armor going quiet and making the others soon pause one after the other to peer back at kurt and gale. he worried his bottom lip under a fang and sighed.

"you're right. how about this, i'll scout up ahead to the town first and then we'll see if it's worth the trouble."

a hand touched the back of gale's gingerly and kurt smiled almost as wide as karlach often did when not crowded in by the curse.

"won't be a moment. hear that, all? i'll return before you know it."

a soft, pinched noise broke the silence between them all and a small plume of noxious smoke rose in the air.

bamf!

"i don't know how the fuck he does that. every time it's just as weird as the first. he must be favored by someone..." karlach murmured in awe.

true to his word kurt disappeared and then reappeared only moments later with another pinched pop of air and billowing smokey tendrils. astarion was just behind him and about jumped out of his boots.

("i swear he does THAT on purpose, every fucking time...!")

(he did. it was amusing, and usually made one of them snicker which was better than looking sad and tired.)

"ah, there are shadow creepers awaiting life there. too hungry and i'm too tired to deal with them. let's call it a night... er, if it is night. i think it's night. whatever. halsin, can you ...?"

the only saving grace to their push through the nearby lands was that halsin could make a damn fine portal to let them come crashing back to the inn in a pinch. kurt never needed it if their chosen place of rest was near enough and right now the inn happened to be just about within his explored range for the odd teleportation he could do.

"we'll pick it back up after some rest. if you don't want to wait for halsin to cast, now is your chance to take me up on a .... mm.." it wasn't a dimension door. it wasn't even true misty step. what it was gave wyll an upset stomach for hours after the first trip he took at kurt's side, and no one else seemed desperate enough to take him up on it again.

"..you all know. anyone?"

not a soul said a word. but it wasn't really any of them he worried about most. halsin was already building up the spell and most were lined up ready to take their step to the inn within the next few minutes.

it was gale that kurt stepped closer to, that kurt reached for.

"let me take you back? i promise it's not as bad as wyll made it seem. i saw him drinking too much ithbank before that so surely that was the real culprit."

@fvzzyelf sent : there's a town three miles east from here . meme. // accepting

Gale hoped the expression on his face didn't read as ungrateful. He wasn't ungrateful. His knees hurt. He felt rather like a used paper bag that once held a delicious little treat but had since been crumpled up and was meant for the midden. "I suppose we'd better pick up our feet then."

He could lie to himself. Say that three miles in this darkness was hardly anything, they'd walked further. This much was true, of course, they had walked further. But the air here felt heavier. The shadows more pressing.

Reaching out, he grasped Kurt's elbow just gently. "I... I don't think I will be of much help if more of those shadows make it a point to hinder our progress." Camping out here seemed like a terrible idea. He wouldn't ask Kurt to do that just because he found that he was running out of steam. A bit of rest and he'd be right as rain and useful again. Especially here.

Still, Gale's boots were moving. They could make it to safety.

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@unascended (x)

they met cloaked in shadows and hex. evil rolled through the blighted bones of a village like the heavy breath of the dead three boring down upon all of their necks. how many weeks now had they been caught in the ribs of these skeletal remains?

it was difficult to keep time when there was no sun rising in the sky. two weeks was a generous guess. kurt relied on halsin to make the truth of it and even then there was only estimates and hope that an hour was not lost to the sluggish weight of the curse they lived under.

two weeks and kurt, not a harper and no longer a paladin, but a breaker of oaths, a washed up bardic warrior who fought for a sun and warmth he was starting to forget, had become close to nearly all of this strange party of accidental heroes.

all but one.

he did not crave astarion's company exactly, or long for him in any way that seemed to much matter. word among many of the harpers had been about the man's beauty, his charm and sharp tongue, sharper smile. but kurt never saw the mirth brim to the eyes.

never, ever the eyes.

and then they found the mausoleum, and the devil came to play and that was when it began to fall together. had kurt meant to make a puzzle of the man? did the man even think he was something to be solved? a riddle for a questing knight?

if kurt were perhaps more keen on his god as of late, more willing to bend the knee and show the neck for the axe, eager to fall on to the sword, he would have begged forgiveness for his too familiar way of speaking.

but when the blade appeared for him to sink upon he did no such thing. instead he reached for it, pulled it from the stone, and slipped it into the sheathe of his heart where no gods, not even those of the triad, could seek it's might.

"you didn't have to say anything at all," his voice was a crackling flame, warm and sure. an accent settled on the words thickly, something brought from the land of damar to be sure. "and yet you do. has anyone ever told you that your eyes make a fool of you, my lord?"

he said his peace, spoke it gently when passing by a table where the elf sat alone for a spell. two hands, oddly shaped for the lack of five full fingers, reached up and clasped the pointing hand.

"i like gold and fine things as much as the next person. don't mistake my words for judgement. i merely want you to know that you are seen."

he dropped his grasp, stepped backward, lowered his chin in polite dismissal and went on his way toward his room.

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Like my namesake, I'm fast and I'm mean, and when I get mad...

INDEPENDENT || SELECTIVE || SEMI-PRIVATE

James "Logan" Howlett - Weapon X - The Wolverine

Adamantium bonded by Jay. 18+. Multiship multiverse.

A STUDY IN:

Living Ghosts; Found Family; Tired Team Dad; Anger as Armor; Asshole with a Heart of Gold; Becoming the Antihero; the Nature of Weapons; Finding the Good; Breaking Free; The Drawbacks of Immortality; And Rewriting The Blank Slate.

CARRD || ASK || RULES

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PEOPLE GET HURT!

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mostly he had said it out of a truly irritated mood, though one might be forgiven to assume it was the wretched cursed hanging over their heads presently. it had made victims of them all in it's own way and while some seemed to be unmoved by the blight of the curse (ahem, withers) there were others who fell to it's power far too quickly.

kurt had been somewhere in the middle. he tried to be somewhat of a good example of keeping a head held high despite it all but all the fussing between lae'zel and shadowheart was really starting to poke holes in that shield against the dark.

and then all at once there was laughter, a fountain of it bubbling over warmly when suddenly it was paired with the heat of touch on his leather clad leg. kurt's tail began to slowly jostle back and forth, a movement he did not mean to make and did not clock was being had.

gale laughed and it was sort of the best thing he had heard all day. slowly the slope his shoulders had settled into rose until he was sitting up and looking far less caved in.

he turned his golden gaze onto gale and tilted his head, as if giving the proposition some true consideration. really it was just an excuse to let his eyes roam over gale's features shamelessly.

"you have been snooping," he grinned, "i have never seen the inside of her trunk and i am insatiably nosy. what sorts of novels? did you see the titles?"

kurt shook his head and chuckled, "you go ahead and tell them, i'd rather like to keep my head for now."

@fvzzyelf sent : ❛  they just… need to fuck the anger out. ❜ meme. // accepting

Silence hung between them for a moment before Gale started laughing. It wasn't condescending. It was warm. Affectionate. He patted at Kurt's knee as he laughed and when he finally caught his breath, he wiped at the corner of his eyes just in case joyous tears had started to form there.

"I can't say I've never thought it. I did. That night when we thought they were going to kill each other?" He shook his head. "I thought, if they don't fight, they're going to fuck. And then they did neither. The disappointment..." Gale chuckled again. Privately.

Honestly, the way he saw it, Shadowheart and Lae'zel were flirting with each other. They just hadn't realized it yet. Maybe they never would. He hoped they would. But maybe they wouldn't. That would be sad for both of them. "You'd think with all those romance novels I saw in Shadowheart's trunk she'd be more aware..." He glanced at Kurt, eyes twinkling. "Do you think we should tell them that would solve their problems or see if the penny drops from here?"

They could help it along, he supposed. That might be rather funny, actually.

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what if kurt's mom was mizora with her red-ass hair lookin like mystique lmfao

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BG3 VERSE SHIT:

Honestly i already created my "tav" based on kurt fdkljgdlgdr so a lot is coming from my actual play through currently, sorta.

kurt was raised in a troupe of traveling bards. he was found abandoned in the earthwood forest of damara by his adoptive mother margali. she was a powerful sorcerer in her own right and traveled with the circus and bards from damara as far as the gate.

tieflings were not well regarded by damaran humans but kurt was considered a bit of an anomaly for a tiefling which made it more difficult for him when they traveled in damara and not further southwest.

the anomaly being his lack of horns and his fur, despite his appearance otherwise indicating a Mephistopheles bloodline. he also has only three fingers and strange feet, is more flexible than most, could blend in with shadows with little issue, had fully golden glowing eyes instead of just the iris, and...

when he was just a teen he discovered he had an innate ability to essentially "misty step" though without actually having to cast the spell. something was off about the act too as he always ended up re-appearing in a plume of noxious smoke that reeked of the hells before dissipating.

an incident with locals back in damara had kurt fleeing to a local temple of ilmater for sanctuary when he was about eighteen. the kindness of a monk there was what eventually inspired kurt to consider becoming a paladin when he was in his mid-twenties.

he left the circus behind to do just this and while he was a virtuous and devout man in his faith he broke his oaths in his thirties just before being captured by the mind flayers.

kurt acted out of his own idea of what justice meant (will work on the incident later) and when met with the oathbreaker knight he decided to remain broken.

he has a particular hatred of the chosen three since he still believes in most of the tenants of the triad of torm, ilmater, and tyr.

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#unascended independent, selective & mutuals only roleplay blog for ASTARION ANCUNÍN from baldur's gate iii. sensitive content will be present & tagged. 21+ only. est jan 2025. ⋆｡°✩ as loved by crow.

𓂏 ⋆｡°✩ . . . a study in - hedonistic tendencies, in-authenticity for the sake of survival, an incredible amount of sass, being deprived of choice, sexual & emotional trauma, healing, & the defeat of a terrible abuser & the emptiness & new life that follows.

-> carrd.

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NO KURT ILL BE YOUR FRIEND! I BEG! I BEG! I BEG!!!😭😭😭

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Vivid. I’m here for it.

The Trial of Magneto (2021) #1

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He’s not much of a morning person

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Me reaching what looks suspiciously to be the end of my rope: oobh i got plany off rope

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this is how he will be kicked out of this institution, isn't it? he and frenchie are worse than tabby and sam were when they were newly dating. ah, well, it is worth it for this heavenly moment. kurt has eyes for none other but the man with the budding arousal coming to from a mere promise of something sinful.

and kurt always keeps his promises.

he releases a slow breath against the thick of frenchie then follows it with a languid, long lick over the briefs. his fingers curl into the elastic and tug downward with one swift yank.

ah, and there is kurt's prize and frenchie's torture.

"you will be a good boy for me, ja?"

he curls his two fingers around the base of frenchie's cock and gives it a pump, thumb swiping over the swelling tip to catch at the beading of pre-cum there.

"you may whisper, mon ami, tell me how good will you be?"

kurt looks like a cat crouched, eyes alight. frenchie very suddenly feels a bit like prey. like kurt's caught him. but it's not the feeling of danger that comes with the kinds of risks they normally take. this is different. better. it sends a thrill down frenchie's spine. anyone could walk in at any time. that's the kind of danger that makes frenchie buzz with it.

maybe they should walk in on them. learn something.

frenchie's fingers fall, one hand slipping into the thick dark hair on kurt's head, curling his fingers into it. the other clamps over his mouth to dampen the inevitable.

kurt tells him to be quiet. it's a hot pant against the palm of his own hand. he can follow instructions all day long, in fact. his toes curl, legs wobbling already with the want of it. of him. kurt's teasing. no doubt he can feel frenchie's cock twitching beneath his briefs.

he doesn't want him to stop, though, does he? kurt's tail swishes. frenchie focuses on that for a moment, fingers gripping white knuckled with anticipation rather than to guide as kurt's mouth dampens his briefs. frenchie moans. he can't help it. he wants to feel kurt on him. tongue and pointy teeth, hot mouth. he's thinking about it. about him. about the way they've tangled themselves up together. he wants. even his please is muffled and wet against his palm. a breath. nearly inaudible. he is certainly not above begging.