#〚 ☼ ─ musing . 〛

[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."

[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]

good morning my pals on my computer! today, i am going to a sauna with friends, but otherwise i am free of everything so i will be here lots! &. if you happen to need it today, words of encouragement, borrowed from one of the best guys 'should you begin to lose heart, look to me in the stands and i shall cheer so loud you will wonder how you could have ever have contrived to doubt yourself!'

[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!

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝  i might need your help with this spell.  / sam @ jess! witchy power couple, witchy power couple ! ❞

"Sure thing. Two witches are better than one." A breath slipped past her lips, the hint of a laugh. "Imagine if I'd said that in front of Dean a couple of years ago. Do you remember the look on his face when I told him my grandmother was basically a witch?" A bit like Jessica had grown another head and one might need to come off. Not funny in the moment, but certainly in retrospect.

One last grind of mortar and pestle left the cedar ground fine, and Jess rose from her seat. She carried it over with a smile. "Here. Could always use the protection, right? So," she reached out to take Sam's hand, "everything's in place and cleansed. Do you just need my energy, or is this about to get complicated?"

[wickedlcvely]

𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 )

☼ dossier ft. allison.

☼ interactions ft. allison.

☼ character development ft. allison.

☼ musings ft. allison.

☼ visage ft. allison.

☼ ask memes ft. allison.

☼ tasks ft. allison.

☼ all posts ft. allison.

[avrorean]

Even though she’s been out of the tower for years by Inquisition, Nanna still does not have the most robust immune system, considering she spent that much longer never exposed to the elements. Typically she’ll just get saddled with a persistent cough if she stays on top of prevention, and tends to drink a lot of herbal tea in the later fall and winter months.

[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."

[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]

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

[sarastuss-a]

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

[thyunalloyed]

MOTH MIQUELLA. MOTHQUELLA. AUGH.

[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.

[godbluds]

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𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 can be found here , 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 can be found beneath the cut . disclaimer : this blog will be primarily show - based as i continue my reread of the books . currently (re-)reading : 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 .

IMPORTANT : there will be no ns/fw content featured here .

... * ( 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ) :

▸ WAVERLY EARP , wearp , ( PRIMARY ) , child of ZEUS. ↳ 17 , to be announced . ( they / them ) conceived upon their mother's secretive affair with the high god zeus , waverly was always blatantly treated as different from their sisters . knowing they never truly belonged ; it wasn't until they were sent to camp by their aunt gus at 11 , after the passing of their father & disappearance of their mother , that they knew why . ▸ TRIS PRIOR , divergent , ( PRIMARY ) , child of ATHENA. ↳ 18 , quintessa swindell . ( they / them ) stayed in concealment with their father for many years until a fatal encounter with a beast in broad daylight resulted in his death . athena then led young tris to camp & safety , where they've been ever since . 'beatrice' quickly changed their name to 'tris' & took it as an opportunity to reshape their fate , determined to fit in amongst their peers .

▸ HADES ( SECONDARY ) , god of the UNDERWORLD . ↳ immortal , ben barnes . ( he / him ) ruler of the dead . highly headcanon based , portrayal will differ from show canon though major plot points will be observed .

▸ PETER PARKER , marvel , ( TERTIARY ) , son of APOLLO. ↳ 17 , tba . ( he / him ) after the untimely death of his parents , peter was sent to live with this aunt may; one of the only people to know what he really was . she wasn't shy in sending him to camp once the dangers became clear , knowing peter would understand why it was necessary . on the trip to camp , they were followed by a beast that had caught his scent - may sacrificing herself to get peter safely over the border .

▸ POSEIDON ( TEST MUSE ) , god of the SEAS . ↳ immortal , richard armitage . ( he / him ) lord over the seas & earthquakes . highly headcanon - based , portrayal will differ from show canon though major plot points will be observed . ▸ PERCY JACKSON ( TEST MUSE ) , son of POSEIDON . ↳ 12 - 16 , walker scobell , lucas lynggaard tønnesen . ( he / him ) will be heavily influenced by headcanons & literature while based within show canon .

... * ( 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 ) :

▸ CAIN COSWELL ( PRIMARY ) , child of HYPNOS. ↳ 17 - 19 , lorenzo zurzolo . ( they / he ) arrived at camp at 15 , after years of their mother trying to keep their heritage a secret to preserve their family . their father's death & a note left to them thereupon sent cain searching for the camp . unclaimed until he was 17 , cain continued to stay in hermes' cabin as hypnos did not have one established .

▸ JUNO PEARCE . ( PRIMARY ) , daughter of HECATE. ↳ 15 - 17 , milly alcock . ( she / her ) juno always felt out of place in the camp . without a proper cabin to call her own despite having been claimed , she would stay with hermes' children under their acceptance policy . feeling like an odd duckling among the others , this drove juno to outperform her peers . she's determined to be of use around camp , & someday on quests . ▸ LYRA HOWARD . ( PRIMARY ) , daughter of DEMETER. ↳ 17 - 19 , ashley moore . ( she / her ) lyra was raised at camp , her father unequipped to care for her out in the world . due to this she's very in touch with her mother - given abilities & has a deep , fond connection with nature & flora . she knows the woods like the back of her hand , & has proven herself to be a deeply loyal friend & ally . ▸ IRA ARETI . ( PRIMARY ) , child of DIONYSUS. ↳ 17 - 19 , timothee chalamet . ( they / he ) where there are spirits & good times to be had around camp , ira areti & his twin sister are always in the center of it . trouble seems to follow the two , who have been at camp since they were 12 . ira has been caught turning water into spirits & distributing it to their older peers on a few occasions .

▸ WELLS STUTLER . ( SECONDARY ) , son of ARES. ↳ 17 - 19 , benjamin wadsworth . ( he / him ) unclaimed until days before his 16th birthday , wells lives his life in spite of the gods rather than in their honor . life in shambles beyond the camp , he dreads the thought of leaving yet can't stand the presence of most people within .