#〚 ☼ ─ 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.

[exandriaborn]

start for @featherstcnes <333

As impressive as Caleb’s tower was, the artificial light of an extra-dimensional magic space could never compare to the beauty of a natural sunrise. With crystal blue eyes fluttering open, Dorian's thoughts immediately turned to the warm rays of sunlight he craved right now. Only for a moment, though, before he felt the weight of the familiar halfling in his arms, and his attention quickly shifted to Orym instead, peacefully sleeping, curled into his side. May I simply hold you? That’s right, Dorian remembered now. Orym sleeping—it was a rare sight, as Dorian had known Orym for quite some time now and never once had the halfling slept in past, well, any of them. Always the first one awake, always keeping watch, even at the expense of himself. And Dorian had certainly noticed the growing dark circles under his friend’s green eyes, even if he never spoke of them.

A soft light across Orym's peaceful face and Dorian felt a wave of fresh affection wash over him. The halfling looked so serene, his features relaxed and untroubled, a stark contrast to the alert and vigilant demeanor he usually carried. The trust Orym must place in him like this, allowing himself this moment of vulnerability, knowing that Dorian would watch over him as he rested. His mind drifted to the heartfelt conversation they had shared the night before, words echoing in his mind like a gentle melody. He felt terrified. He felt excited. He wanted to protect Orym, to be there for him, to ensure that he never had to carry the weight of the world alone.

As the minutes ticked by, the bard remained still, savoring the feeling of Orym's warm body pressed against his own, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soft puffs of breath tickling his skin. Eventually, Dorian felt him begin to stir, his eyelids fluttering as he slowly emerged from the depths of slumber. The genasi watched as Orym's eyes, still hazy with sleep, blinked open, gradually focusing on his surroundings. The flutter of nerves returned and danced in Dorian's stomach and he briefly considered giving Orym some space to fully wake up. But the sight of his tousled curls and tired expression pulled Dorian in and he took a deep, steadying breath. His hand instinctively continued to card through Orym's hair as he softly whispered, "Good morning, Orym."

[sarastuss]

the "you came." "you called." trope with sarastus is something so important to me.

[sarastuss-a]

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 -

[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!

[thyunalloyed]

MOTH MIQUELLA. MOTHQUELLA. AUGH.

[argentnaivety]

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

[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.

[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."

[sarastuss]

THIS ... : WELL, THIS WAS NOT A SCENARIO SHE OFTEN PARTICIPATED IN. she knows her duty, the weight that comes with the title bestowed ; without her memories from the time upon VALINOR, it was hard for her to claim that she awoke in middle - earth for any other purpose. ... but that was not to say, that even the warrior of light didn't know the joy of the small moments of life ; no, being awake for centuries, she has seen, experienced much &. more. MET PEOPLE, LOST THEM. ... yet still, this wasn't exactly the service she had expected that would be asked of her, when she had arrived here.

BUT NOW HERE SHE WAS, : STANDING IN THE VAST ROOM, waiting for another reveal! @v4lar + margaery [ montage ] receiver tries on clothes, and sender either approves or disapproves of each outfit with a nod or a shake of their head. &. just as golden hues were about to avert to the large, open window, did margaery appear ; another outfit adoring her figure! ... YOUR OPINION IS AWAITED, O'WARRIOR. she takes a moment, eyes scanning her up &. down ; almost a moment of suspense lingers in the air, if only by her slightly playfully prolonging the answer. ... finally, a slight smile curves her lips ; still so bright! she finally nods her head, ❝ i think it looks wonderful. ❞ she states, divine voice so warm, LACED WITH THE VERY TRUTH!

[sarastuss-a]

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

[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.

[thyunalloyed]

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

[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.