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

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|| Verathandi (Neth's sister), hands down. Vera is the most important thing in Neth's life. You can ask her and you'll get that answer. After the events of BG3, that kind of expands to her newfound friends and family, but generally speaking? It's Vera.

Neth had nothing in the Faewild. She was a lost, abandoned child. She was treated like a vicious and disgusting creature by the fae creatures in the realm. Alone and shunned, and just a kid... Verathandi was the first and only one to show her kindness. She gave up her cozy life to travel by Neth's side. That means everything to Faenethra, and to her, it's a debt that can never be prepared. In her mind, she lives to keep her sister safe.

She believes her worth is founded in how well she can protect Vera, or any of her loved ones really...even though that isn't healthy. And every time she shows that, her sister scolds her because really, she needs a LOT more self-worth than that...

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Irritation flares beneath the skin, Faenethra having to quite literally bite her own tongue to prevent from shooting back a quick insult. She could hardly stand Lae'zel... So harsh, so cruel, and so focused on deeming others as weak. Faenethra wasn't anything like that, right..?? Was this how others felt to be around her?? Maybe her sister was right about her needing to lighten up a little...

"We haven't turned yet," the drow reminded her, words sharp and spoken with barely restrained irritation towards the other woman. Faenethra hardly knew anything about illithid creatures, but other members of their 'party' seemed to. And from what she has gathered, it is unheard of for this "ceremorphosis" to take so long.

Still, she agreed with the Githyanki. Faenethra couldn't afford to waste any more time. She needed to be rid of this infection before it could turn her... Otherwise, she would never be able to find Verathandi and make sure she's safe.

"And I wasn't here for chatter," she continued. Vera always said people are more willing to help when you're kind to them... So Faenethra was doing her damnedest to keep herself from kicking Lae'zel out of their camp since she was so very confident in her skills alone. She slowly exhaled to calm her rising anger towards the other's gall. "I came here to talk about the crèche. You're so certain there will be a way to remove the tadpoles once we're inside. How does it work? Have you ever seen it be done?" At this point, with all of the hurdles they've come across... Faenethra doubted this solution would be that easy.

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Lae’zel’s posture is taut, every line of her wiry frame brimming with restless impatience. She resents the necessity of rest, resents that she is still here, squandering her strength alongside these soft-bodied istiks, their minds unfocused, their purpose divided. The rustle of footsteps behind her pulls her from her reverie, but she does not look up. Instead, she lets the silence stretch, brittle as an overstretched bowstring, until at last, she speaks.

❛ You waste precious resting time coming to . . . chit-chat, ❜ she says, the foreign word spat out as if it leaves a bitter taste on her tongue. Her ochre eyes cut toward the intruder, sharp and scornful beneath the shadowed ridges of her brow. ❛ I have no desire to bandy words with an istik, ❜ she continues, low and cold, voice a blade drawn slow from its sheath. ❛ Tomorrow, we will locate a crèche. It is our only hope if we do not wish to become ghaik—mind flayers. ❜ Her lip curls as she says it, the thought of such a transformation twisting her stomach with revulsion. The thought of anyone among them being so corrupted. And yet, these others . . . they likely do not even understand the enormity of what lies before them. The horror that waits in every pulse of the parasite beneath their skin.

❛ If tomorrow comes and we’ve made no progress, I will proceed without you. ❜ She says it with a dark, steely finality, as if the decision has already been made in her mind. As if their lives, their very existence, hang by a thread she holds and might sever without a moment’s thought. ❛ You should count yourself fortunate I remain here at all. Were it not for my duty to eradicate these ghaik, I would have left you to whatever fate you deserve. ❜ Fortunate that Lae’zel—she, who wields Vlaakith’s will, she, whose blade is honed for conquest and cleansing—is still here, lending her strength to these frail, wayward souls.

❛ And without me . . . ❜ Her voice lowers, dropping to a razor-sharp murmur. ❛ You will certainly meet a gruesome fate. ❜

[yeahgen]

isola equinox ball.

clothes 〢 mask 〢 walking stick

he'll also have his medical pouch on hand in case of emergencies :)

[scndor]

" tell your baby that i'm your baby "

but it's sandor wishing his dad would stop worrying about the face of his own house for just long enough to realize what his own brother did to him

[therosepetalrps]

@n0rthsqueen・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for sandor : 〔𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤〕

『✣』 Sandor shoves her away much harder than he might have were he thinking clearly. Or maybe he's thinking too clearly — his mind's eye a perfect vision of what would have happened had he not moved so quickly.

❝ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓! ❞ he barks. ❝ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ❞

He cradles his left arm against his chest, teeth grinding. He is the fool. He shouldn't have removed any of his armor, not even just his gauntlets to scoop a drink from the stream. He is paying the price now. The gash was not large, but it was deep — carved into his forearm by the man's dirk. But between the two of them, his own might as well have been a butterfly's kiss.

The bandit — or perhaps he was only a crazed wastrel — lay flat on his back, turning the dirt crimson as blood pooled around his body, eyes open and lifeless. After Sansa had screamed, the fine details were lost on him. He remembers his feet moving. He remembers crashing through the brush. He remembers plunging his greatsword clean through the bandit's middle.

He holds out one hand, as though ready to shove her again if she tries to take another step closer.

❝ 𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒! 𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃! 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍!? ❞

[willpcwer]

Headcanon: MCL

Bixlow has a muted purple Nebula, covered in a clear shaker-style case with little ghost charms inside. His background is a rare moment where all 5 of his totems stayed still long enough for him to take a selfie with them (and someone is giving him bunny ears behind the plume of his cowl).

Pantherlily has a black Nebula, which he's mostly only used for his Council work until recently. As such, pretty much every setting is still default, with the only change being it's set to 24-hour time.

Yuriy would probably have picked the Daisy Bud in white, as it's flashier and that's his Thing, but would probably have tried to get a lightning bolt engraving on it somehow.

[spellwound]

♥ ── HOPE IS A DREAM. ( penned by cherry, she/they. )

♥ ── HOPE IS A CURSE. ( penned by kouren, they/them. )

♥ ── HOPE IS A TOOL. ( penned by xan, they/he. )

[liecoris]

@scarlxtleaves moved thread to here:

Mukuro hadn’t actually expected to leave him speechless, and that honestly caused her to become a bit flushed, she knew she looked nice but enough to leave someone speechless? That was quite the compliment。

「Thank you very much, you look really great too,」 as she speaks, Mukuro tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear。 When he asked if she had a place already in mind of where to go, Mukuro nodded and then when the remark of the bike came up, Mukuro let out a little laugh。

「Well, I was going to assume maybe you had purchased it or maybe it was payment for a job, but now I thinking maybe that isn’t the case~」 she teases, 「there’s a new restaurant over in Sector 8 that I’d like to try out, they have a lot of pasta type dishes, if that isn’t the type of food you’d be interested in having, there’s a couple other places around there that we could go to。」

[nobilismare]

@generalzelgius​​ ; thread continued

        Why   ?   Why was this woman so insistent on getting him to open up about himself and speak   ?   It was a tad bit irritating, if Zelgius was being honest with himself, but another part of him did appreciate the sentiment. It was nice to be heard, to be understood, but that opened up a whole world of vulnerability, one he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge now or ever. Besides, the two of them have yet to become personable enough for divulging the inner workings of his heart. That would take some time if it were to happen in the future.

      ❛   Now, now, Rafiel will be getting jealous with how much interest you are taking in me as of late, Queen Nailah.  ❜   It was meant to be a joke, but a slight tone of annoyance did drip itself into his words. He was just a bit tired, is all, of the same speech by now. There was only so many times he wanted to repeat himself.

Nailah knew she had been pestering the man for quite some time now and it was clear he didn’t appreciate it. There were no words needed to figure that out but she had her own reasons for letting him know that she was there for him. A lot of changes were going to happen in the near future — ones that might not benefit him in the long run. It was better to get rid of that troublesome past sooner or later. 

“Don’t worry about my relationship with Rafiel. There is far too much trust between us for him to question my actions.“ She knew he wasn’t worried about him at all but the hint was clear. “There is a reason I mention it this time because I have been in a lot of discussions about the future of Hatari.“

It might have been a safety haven for Zelgius now but everything came to an end. It was only fair to give him a heads up so he could decide what to do. “I’m planning to migrate my people across the desert. With the end of the war, their lives will be much safer there. Of course it won’t happen overnight but I’m in talks with the King of Gallia to make it happen.”

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@tadpoleatemybrain

Tav and Astarion don't have place to return after their bizzare adventure and Gale is more than happy and lonely to help them.

Of course he still has Tara ♡

PART 2

[ealdfrith]

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@saturnmused spoke: 💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

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|| Oh, Faenethra is a TERRIBLE sleeper overall. Of course, with trancing, she's a "light sleeper". But she's not fully unconscious in that state. She still is relatively aware of everything around her.

With actually sleeping, she's a very light sleeper...until she gets trapped in a nightmare. And nightmares usually are pretty hard to wake from. Faenethra likes to stay alert, so this is part of why she tries to avoid falling asleep (plus the obvious "I hate these nightmares" part XDD)

And, of course, then there are the nights when she doesn't get any sleep at all. But at least this is like a short rest for her. She may not get spell slots back, but at least she doesn't have the negative effects of lingering terror from a nightmare...

[wardenduty]

tag drop <3

⚔ ooc // i’ll probably be awake to 3am for no reason

⚔ visage // can I get you a ladder so you can get off my back

⚔ in character // to the shadows with me

⚔ musings // why can't the dead stay in the ground where they belong

⚔ queue // isn't there something better we could be doing; queuing things perhaps

[scndor]

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED?                                  

the strong-willed

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

TAGGED: @blossomhcir (ty <3)

TAGGING: @winterreigned @imaginarianisms @call-2-arms @velcryons @stormbcrn @cleganesurvivor + anyone who wants to do it say i tagged u

[therosepetalrps]

@n0rthsqueen・❥・𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: for sandor : 〔𝟘𝟚𝟠. 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤〕

『✣』 The merrymaking in the hall could only be bared for an hour or so. And that, Sandor thought, was showing the strength of his resolve. He'd wandered the corridors for a while, before choosing the library to roost. It was not out of scholarly pursuit — he held that shit in no regard — but because the slab of oak that served as a door blocked out their singing better than any other room.

For lack of anything better to do, he pulled a thin book from the shelf, its calfskin cover soft to the touch. Its first page greeted him with a poem about woodland animals. The book did not make it back to the shelf, instead dropped and swiftly kicked away down the aisle. The next turned out to be some exhaustive history of the office of Grand Maesters, thick as an anvil and bound in heavy beech boards. This one at least received the dignity of being re-shelved. Respect not intended. He subsequently wrote off the library's eight hundred other volumes as being of similar worth.

There was a sudden groan of hinges as the door heaved open behind him. A rousing chorus of "The Dornishman's Wife" breached entry into the room.

❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍, ❞ he barked, not caring to look at whoever had entered. ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐒, 𝐈'𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 '𝐄𝐌. ❞