#〚 ☼ ─ musing . 〛

[feuerwizard]

starter for @featherstcnes || caleb & beau

No matter how much he tries to feel at ease, Caleb will never shake the feeling of being out of place in this comfortable home on the streets of Rexxentrum. His cottage is a quaint and charming place, evoking memories both fond and painful of his childhood home. His friends have put in a great deal of effort to create a warm and inviting atmosphere within its walls. Colorful artwork from Jester adorns the walls, vibrant and playful. Yasha's thoughtful touch can be seen in the fresh array of flowers. The aroma of Caduceus' teas tucked away in his cabinet. Little notes from Essek, scattered about his office.

And upon his counter, a sending stone. Though it currently serves no purpose, with its other half resting idly in the possession of someone currently lounging in his kitchen. Caleb's culinary skills leave much to be desired, a fact he has quickly learned since moving out on his own. The proof of this in the lackluster stew he passes across the table to Beauregard, catching the way she looks at it. He has never claimed to be a good cook—a young Bren never learned how, and Caleb never needed to learn.

“We should discuss what we are going to do now, Beauregard.” Months have passed since Ikithon's trial, and both he and Beauregard are aware this would never end with Trent alone.

[sarastuss]

i think you should all let sarastus protect your muse fiercely <3 like especially if your muse is usually viewed as someone who takes the charge, always has heavy weight on their shoulders, LET YOUR GIRLIE HELP -

[exandriaborn]

@featherstcnes asked: "❛  you can always ask me for help if you need it.  ❜" // caring prompts;; open

Dorian's gaze drifted to the darkening sky, the first stars twinkling like distant lanterns. The cool evening breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine, a fragrance that reminded him of home and days of his youth. He sighed deeply, thoughts consumed by the recent encounter with his brother, Cyrus. It had been years since they last saw each other, and the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the air. He feared for his brother's safety now and while not unhappy to see him, it carried complicated feelings.

But Orym's familiar presence beside him was a comforting anchor in the midst of troubled thoughts. The halfling's kind eyes and gentle demeanor radiated warmth and understanding. "Thank you, Orym," Dorian turned to face his friend, a grateful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I appreciate your support more than you know," the bard said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just… seeing Cyrus again, realizing the danger he's in now… it's a lot to process. I want to help him, but I don't know where to start. And I don’t want to put our new friends in danger either."

[cursedvessels]

open to anyone !! relationship: pretty much anything verse: young!shimi -> takes place before the circus, Shimi is only just over 200 plot: little Shimi is struggling with these newfound emotions he has in his mortal body--could be anything from a crush/love to pain/sadness/depression/etc or even anger or fear...pretty much anything goes; it's presumed your muse knows he's a jinn

"This is new to me! I've never felt like this before!"

E'd never felt anything before, really. Jinn weren't supposed to be so easily swayed by the human consciousness. His own tribe valued the dignity of a blank slate--clear of emotions weighing one down. Yet e had always struggled with such a standard, even as a young pup and even more now that e'd come of age.

"Can't you see that?! Please! Spare me your judgment!" He's raising his voice, which catches in his throat as more tears drip down his cheeks. "I do not understand how humans can-- How you just--" Frustration as the young jinn roughly wipes tears from eir face.

"It isn't fair, I didn't ask for any of this!! Why is this happening to me?"

[mecwmellc]

at the moment you want...

to be safe

no matter where you are, you can still feel the foundations of this building slowly crumbling apart. it's unstable, you feel unsafe. it'd feel better if you were somewhere soft, somewhere closed off, and safe, but you're stuck somewhere with falling debris, some sharp and small, some blunt and large. there's gaps in places, and it feels like everything is looking in. you can't stand to look out. you want to look away, for someone to help maybe, and take you away. or maybe, for something to go away, and for you to be able to go back to feeling secure. maybe you've never felt secure, and lately, it's tiring. you want the house to fall apart faster, or stop entirely, so you can make it to safety. there's a way to save yourself.

tagged by: @hstoryhuh

tagging: @taughtdefense @taughtpain @offenseonly @defenseonly @mskwtz @divinityunraveled (jaybird) @selfruin and you!

[argentnaivety]

ooc; Ya'll seen that one meme on twitter? Haha yeah thought I'd share this here because IT'S STILL TECHNICALLY RELEVANT.

[thyunalloyed]

this works against miquella unironically. like he has a weakness and it is this.

[singularlygiftcdwitch]

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 )

i was not made to be subtle.

☼ dossier. | lily.

☼ musings. | lily.

☼ visage. | lily.

☼ ask memes. | lily.

☼ interactions. | lily.

☼ character development. | lily.

☼ tasks. | lily.

☼ wardrobe. | lily.

☼ all posts. | lily.

[feuerwizard]

starter for @sanguisarcana | caleb & astarion

Despite the simmering frustration brewing within Caleb towards his fellow companions on this particular evening, he still found it in himself to agree to conjure the tower for those who desired it. In truth, it may have been more for his own sake than anyone else's, as he preferred the spaciousness and privacy of his tower over the cramped and dingy campgrounds or a small, spare room in a tavern in Baldur's Gate.

The wizard’s usually level-headed demeanor replaced by a recent air of stress, his mind consumed by the ticking time clock represented by the tadpoles in their heads. And to add to the pressure, he was once again faced with seeing Astrid and Eadwulf again. And as time progressed, Caleb's frustration reached a boiling point as most of their group dismissed the idea of taking on Cazador as a priority.

He craved solitude, just a few blessed hours to collect his thoughts and regain some semblance of sanity. The weight of recent events was bearing down on him, threatening to crush his already fragile mental state. After a while, with his head properly back upon his shoulders, it was time to pay a visit to the one person with more of a right to be frustrated than him—Astarion.

A quick stride brought him down the hall to Astarion's room, its dark wooden door only a few steps away. He paused for a moment before knocking softly, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he waited for a response.

[sarastuss]

screaming &. crying because i love building verses with my mutuals.

[exandriaborn]

@rubistella | cont from here.

The blue tiefling’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to Astarion, never very cognizant of personal space. "I wonder if my blood would be like a super fancy tiefling wine, with extra cinnamon and sugar."

Jester's taste buds were never one for fine wines and their complexities, but the analogy was simple enough to grasp. "Maybe someday you'll get lucky! But not with me, of course. I need all my blood to stay inside me, you know, for living and stuff." With a smile, she lifted a finger and gently scratched beneath the chin of the crimson-colored weasel perched across her shoulders. "You’re not going to eat my weasel, are you?"

[ladyseidr]

Small headcanon dump since she has my heart.

wants to be the center of attention so bad, all in the hopes of proving himself.

lowkey jealous that the others get more attention (particularly baby as the namesake of the pizzeria & then rental service), but still views them as family.

not aware at creation of his real purpose. truly just wants to be an entertainer. the showman & the diva, and all that!

the first kill does not go over well. although foxy has been imbued with remnant via the scooper's injector and is sentient, she still doesn't truly have the capacity to understand what's going on. being programmed to both perform/interact with the children positively and kill quickly makes foxy begin to go a little haywire.

loves william as both father & creator in the beginning, although the killing stunts this. even as foxy becomes more dangerous to his intended victims, she also becomes more volatile toward him.

inevitably comes to loathe humankind, namely adults. but no matter how much foxy loves the kids, he cannot escape his purpose until after william is gone. even so, he is still volatile and potentially dangerous to anyone.

as implied in SL, foxy's actions are initially caused by believing michael is william. once realizing, foxy's feelings are more complex ( after all, she was made for mike in a way ) but will not prevent her from trying to kill him.

[sonnengekuesste]

make a picrew of yourself!

tagged by : @verflcht & @a-neverending-story

tagging : @dunkelklinge, @blumenthal-insel, @seductivelight,

[mecwmellc]

random little thing for @stlispenard

julia knew from the start that this wouldn't be an easy task, asking for everyone to come back together for a little reunion. throughout her documentation it was obvious that there was still some bad blood between the band, most notably her dad and eddie and whatever the fuck had been going on between him and daisy. but out of everyone she hadn't expected uncle graham to be the most firm.

her face fell at the first "no" and then he went on to explain that he was completely devoted to his own kids, he didn't want to stir the pot again. the six was over, that chapter of his life was finished. julia knew that he had always wanted kids, he had doted on her whenever she was in the studio waiting for her dad to finish up whatever he was doing and listening to him and karen recount their story was definitely one of the more awkward moments. still though, this was her uncle. surely she could think of something.

[aitheros]

not to be That guy , but i swear i'm going to be active here & among other blogs ! i wanted to write tonight but i got wrapped up in reading a book since 3PM 🤡

[raviofthesun]

♛ → DORNE presents RAVI MARTELL, the PRINCE of DORNE. when the dragons danced in the sky they DID NOT CARE WHO would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the THIRTY-ONE year old MALE who was PROFOUND & GENUINE before they saw the first of the flames, is now INFLEXIBLE & DISTANT after seeing the last. through the ash, now they struggle to find the smell of incense and a sitar playing inside a dimly lit room, the sun beaming from a simple smile, the murmuring of sacred vows. ( dev patel. )

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