#but between finals and work im drowing

[stylespresleyhearted]

CCG — THE PRESS RUN

Notes: It’s been a long time, baby. Life has been kicking my ass but I still think of this universe constantly. Adore you @blainesebastian <3

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enews Elvis star Austin Butler had his leading lady on his arm at Cannes Film Festival. The couple looked stunning and more in love than ever with Butler encouraging her to pose for some solo shots. More pics of the two of them in the link in our bio

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butlerbot SHE’S SO PRETTY IM JEALOUS

austinnb have you guys seen the video that dropped 😭 he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she posed !!!

y/naustin she was so shy and he still had her take some on her own jsgsh

sheilableu Everything I see about this couple I enjoy. Very in love and genuine I see them lasting.

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tmz The best girlfriend award goes to? Austin Butler’s lady has been sure to show her support for Butler through the release of the Elvis film. She as well as his sister accompanied the Elvis star to his debut interview with Jimmy Fallon. Fans were chanting her name as she entered. Pics and videos at the link in our bio

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paparazzi1 when the fans of heart throbs like you, you’re in it for the long run. was lucky enough to meet them and they were so kind and graceful

ccgfan her style is TO DIE FOR

butlerrr She looks like the star and Austin is the supportive boyfriend lmao

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hollywoodreporter A cute moment on the Golden Globes red carpet shared between Elvis star Austin Butler and his longtime girlfriend 💕 Butler spent a few seconds frantically looking around for his beautiful date but when he spotted her posing on the carpet he couldn’t help but erupt in joy and rush to plant a sweet kiss on her. Video on our TikTok and at the link in our bio 

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louisemarie they called me single and said im gonna die alone i can’t handle their cuteness

butlerrr HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER 😭

butlerbot siri play ‘can’t keep my eyes off you’

presleyfan her little giggle 🥰 austin is so baby

rileykeuogh This is so real. One of the first things I noticed meeting them is how in love he is. 💗

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coffeegirl I’m so proud of you, babe. I witnessed you pour your heart and soul into this role and there’s no one more deserving. Love you so.

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ashleytisdale THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!!!

catherinemartindesigns All that coffee must have helped, darling 😉

bazluhrmann No words to express the pride I feel in this guy and the work he did. Unreal.

oliviadejonge 🌹🙌🏼

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ccgupdates Reaction during Austin’s BAFTA winning speech. “… to my girlfriend, the best partner, my best friend, I thank my lucky stars every day I have you by my side. If it wasn’t for your constant love and support, for all the coffee, most of which I only ordered to see you on long set days*laughs* for the oreos and ginger ale — you’re the best part of my dreams coming true. I love you, baby.”

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presleyfam They both got teary eyed and he choked up I can’t -

butlerbot HE LOVES HER SO MUCH LIKE HE IS SO IN LOVE ❤️❤️😭😭💗💗💗

mccall OTP. CRYING.

austinelvis Ok did anyone else also spot Brendan crying during Austin’s speech too? Austin had everyone teary eyed, he’s so genuine

ashleybee ❤️

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austinbnews Austin and his girlfriend leaving the Oscars before heading to the Variety after party.

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butlerbot It’s so good to see him smiling 😭 I know it’s because he has her with him thats why I love her she makes him so happy

austinfan the Oscars were rigged but I’m happy he has her!!!

sharonbleu True love ❤️

ccgupdates They are each other’s favorite win, as long as they have each other they will always be happy and smiling and in love.

[moghedien]

obsessed with the saga of Selûnite drow mommy vs Shadowheart’s deeply rooted Mother Superior issues & goodest girl complex. her selûnite closet is made of GLASS. what does your character think about everything that’s happening between the two of them?

So usually I think of characters for a while before I play them but this one I was just like “I wanna make a drow Selunite” and made one the same day without much thought so I’m like developing a backstory and how she acts in the moment more so I’ll probably be in a different spot as the pt goes on

I’ve played a very dogmatic lolth cleric before (literally would not let myself kill spiders even though the game wouldn't really punish me for) and so I’m being much more chill this time for playstyle diversity which does help when you have a Sharran yelling at you about how your goddess sucks. I gave her an urchin background and the game still tagged me as being from the underdark, and I imagine being an urchin child in the underdark to be a bad time, so I’m like “there’s no way this girl grew up as a selunite because there’s no moon underground so she to have been converted once she came to the surface.”

All this to say, that in order to go from an underdark urchin from some drow city to a relatively chill cleric of Selune, she’s got to have dealt with most of her baggage and hang ups already. So she meets the most obvious Sharran in the world (who is probably also the first Sharran she’s met) who very very clearly has not dealt with literally anything in her personal life ever, and it’s just like “well let’s explore this.”

Admittedly her interest in Shadowheart was probably just “what the fuck is this Sharran doing” and wanting to see where this went. Like she’d want to keep an eye on a potentially dangerous person while also being somewhat practical about taking help where help is offered.

But then Shadowheart is being cagey as fuck while also begging for them to stick together, and seeing her be very clearly wanting to help people and be nice and struggling against that (and sometimes feeling literal pain when she does) and it’s less a vague interest in what the suspicious Sharran is doing more a specific interest in what the fuck is going on while Shadowheart and getting more and more confused the more she learns until she can finally get the girl to admit that she’s a Sharran.

And then when she does admit that she’s a Sharran, she just starts yellling about how shitty Selune is which is admittedly hilarious. I made the choice in the moment to basically never shit talk Shar or Sharrans to Shadowheart. Partially because that tends to end conversations early but mostly to counter how aggressive and clearly upset Shadowheart is every time she has to think of Selune.

At the point I’m at now, I just got her to admit to being Sharran and then she talked to me about wanting to be a DJ so we’re really just at the beginning of the Selunite vs Sharran tension between them and I don’t think my Selunite girly is gonna realize there’s like actual like attraction/romance until the first romance scene. Right now she’s just constantly going over to Shadowheart like “I wanna study her like a bug” because she wants to know how Sharrans think of Shar and Selune and how their religion actually works and whatnot. She is someone who was drawn to Selune so she wants to see what it takes for someone to be drawn to Shar and what that life looks like compared to hers.

And I mean she also has like an incurable disease where she has to help every shitty little kid she finds because of her upbringing as a shitty little kid with no one to help her, so it’ll probably trigger something in her once she gets the scene where Shadowheart shows her what happened to her as a kid. Also because of some things im thinking about with my Selunite’s own conversion involving that rite

Once the romance kicks off tho I imagine she’ll be thinking a whole lot of complicated things about what’s going on between them and she’s gonna be like clawing at her thigh resisting the urge (lol) to just be like “please leave Shar” but I also never wanna like specifically ask/tell her to deconvert from Shar/convert to Selune. It’s all gonna be a big fucking mess with Shadowheart never wanting to discuss their religious tensions because it’ll ruin the mood while that’s literally all my girl wants to talk about because thats what’s getting her into the mood

[strangeauthor]

im doing it anyway because i can do what i want

Alyrina is a drow but does not worship Lolth. In fact, she doesn't even know who Lolth is, because her mothers took her away from the underdark to live in the world upside, but still secluded due to racism drows face. One day, when she gets older, she decided to finally leave home and go to Baldur's Gate in an attempt to let people know that not every Drow they heard and seen are evil. Sadly, she has no idea how the world works and is young and naive and has terrible social skills. Still, she believes she can succeed in her goal. She was in the middle of her quest when she was kidnapped and had a tadpole inserted into her. It's...not fun. But she's trying to cope.

if a companion, she's good aligned and approves good deeds. She can only be romanced if your character is a woman (non binary counts as well). If you kill the tiefling grove she leaves instantly and will be hostile for the rest of the game should you run into her again

Sky is Tiefling bard who travels the world to get money. They were fomally noble but a rift between their family for reasons they refuse to talk about caused them to leave and leave that life behind. In fact, it was the middle of their travel that they were kidnapped and had a tadpole stuck into them. Being a mindflayer is the last thing they want, and they are willing to do (almost) anything to free themselves. Except ask their family for help. Especially their father...

They're neutral and can be romanced by anyone of any gender. They approve (mostly) good deeds, and will only leave your party if you allow Abella to die and you kill the grove.

Sky is a Tiefling bard and Alyrina is a drow archer btw. would u guys like backstories for both of them

[tick-fic-nick]

What are friends for?

SPOILERS FOR C2 E141!!!!

Summary: Essek has a bad dream, but he also has friends who take care of him

Warnings: tickling, nightmare stuff, angst

The true fight had begun.

Everything went tense.

His mind swirled with different possibilities, different options, and different endings.

The city was beneath them, and it all had happened so fast. Each of his new allies falling unconscious or worse. Caleb under a fallen building, or whatever it was. He pulled him out, willing it to happen.

When he looked up again, the final blow had been dealt, and.... it was over.

He looked around and his friends who most of which were looking worse for ware... but still standing.

After that, his mind was muddled, feeling the effects of the battle they barely won.

Lucien mangled body lay on the ground, ripped down the middle. The living surrounded him, in a puddle of the their own tears, and Esseks too. He felt his face for wet finding a small stream trickling down his face. He pulled away his finger from his face looking at the red that laced his index.

Shocked he brought his other hand up to his face, the same red coming back. He looked back up to where his friends were, only to see them all laying motionless on the ground in front of them, taking a step back instinctually.

A hand arose from the flesh, grabbing his leg and pulling him down into the city. He could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper. His arms trying to pull at the flesh, but could never grab hold. The ground came up to meet his shoulders.

But then everything stopped.

He was stuck. And it was getting tighter. His chest compressed slowly. Tunnel vision appeared into his periphery. But voice spoke out, and walked toward him.

"Thelyss, don't think you'll get away that easy"

The familiar Zemnian voice crept under his skin. Not the one he'd come accustomed to over the last week. The one he'd try to separate away from. A horrible, wicked man that came closer into view.

Trent. He felt his face contort from panic, to blood curdling fear.

"Why the long face? Wait, don't tell me," the noise from the boot got louder before he felt the bottom of it pressed against his cheek. The force of the boot made him ache.

"You let yourself become weak with these fools," he took a beat to laugh "well don't worry. There's a special place to watch their execution."

Essek tried to scream but nothing came out of his mouth. He tried to do anything, but each movement seemed to sink him further into the ground. But anywhere was better than with him. So he struggled and struggled, only sinking more and more until he completely submerged into the city.

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Jester and caleb had volunteered to take watch for the first couple hours that night. Sure, they were at the Clay's temple of the Wildmother, but after Trent attacked them, they made sure to keep a close watch at night.

Rain softly drizzled down, tapping the windows and thatch roof, causing for most, a sound sleep. Though Caleb noticed Essek in his trace, to have scrunched his brow. Tapping Jester, he then pointed at their drow friend who hovered off the ground, not but a couple feet away.

Jester leaned over and whispered "maybe he's dreaming"

"I'm not sure... he could be"

"He's probably having freaky dream sex, right now" She winked

"Probably... but if he's not having a good time, then we should wake him, ya?"

"But aren't you supposed to like, not wake up someone who's have freaky kinky dream sex?"

"No, that's for sleep walking."

Jester scoots closer to caleb "Cay-Leb! Who do you think he's having süper freaky kinky dream sex with?" She pokes him repeatedly into his side for playful emphasis.

He bats at her hands, with a slight smile at his lips "shh! Don't get too loud, and im not talking about this with you" He continues to watch Essek, even through Jesters inappropriate questions.

The drow in question, twitches. Once, twice, five times, and curls into himself slightly. After a few seconds his hovering stops, falling slowly to the ground. But still siting up in his trance. Caleb grabs Jesters hands lightly and holds them causing her to quiet slightly, just enough to hear a almost silent squeak that comes from the drow in question.

Caleb's face had recognition on it before he quietly whispered to Jester who had the same look grace her features "he's having a bad dream."

They both stood and walked to Essek, flanking him on either side. When they both got situated, almost about ready to wake him, his eyes shot open. A gasp and a sob found it way into his throat, and his arms hugged his middle.

Jester found herself scooting closer putting an arm behind his back, and he other arm onto of his knee. "Essek!" She whispered "Essek are you alright?"

He looked to her a little shaken, and realized the wet on his face. He chose not to wipe it. "Y-yes Jester. It is alright, im fine, just a little bad dream, no cause for alarm." He finally looked towards caleb.

"Stange..." started Caleb "I didn't know drow could dream, let alone have nightmares"

"...yes, normally we don't, however, if we are tired enough in our nightly trance we can slip into sleep and thats is when we dream."

There was a slight silence. Jester started to run her hand across his shoulders and upper back. "Well do you want to talk about it?"

The thought crossed his mind but he couldn't bother them with this. They had already helped him so much. "Ah, no Jester. That won't be necessary..." He couldn't help but Glace slightly at the figure in the corner with the permanent bindings.

Feeling a third hand on him he looked at Caleb who had a put on hand on his shoulder. "Well you know, Thelyss... you need to learn how to relax."

A small tired chuckle escaped Essek "Yes, it is something that I've found I need to work on."

Jester spoke up in a quiet genuine voice "I can help you right now, only if you want to."

Normally, he wouldn't say yes, normally he wouldn't let people this close into his bubble and normally he wouldn't let people see him so vulnerable. However, he could trust these people. These people were his friends who only wanted the best for him. Would it be rude to say no? He took a breathe and looked between them both before saying "I suppose... if you are offering."

Jester's concern, turned into a wide smile squeezing him slightly. She scooted away "ok, so my Mama would do this with me whenever I had a bad dream. Now lay down right here." She patted on her thigh.

He begrudgingly followed her command, slightly embarrassed. Facing away from her, he lay curled onto his side, with her thigh as his pillow. "Is... is this what I am supposed to do?"

"You perfect! Now I'm going to rub your back, is that okay?"

"...yes"

"Ok" her fingers gently began to glide on Esseks upper back, sometimes using her nails. However he didn't relax into her touch, quite the opposite. The muscles she barely touched would twitch under her. "Essek you need to relax"

His voice peaked through shaking slightly. "ssorry Jester, it uh... just tickles is all." At his admittance, Jester saw the skin around his cheeks become a darker shade, without light she couldn't see the color but she already knew he was blushing.

"Essek~ you never told us you were ticklish" her fingers now more deliberately searched for sensitive skin, not enough to make him laugh, but just to keep him tittering. She needed to relax him after all.

"J-Jester! Plehease ihi" He kept his plea quiet and soft, but his body shook slightly. His neck scrunched up and a smile plastered onto his face. His hand brought up to hold his mouth shut, to not wake the others.

Caleb spoke up "Mr. Thelyss, it'd be better for you if you just relaxed, she's not going to wake everyone up just to tickles you to bits"

Just as the muscles in his neck and shoulders loosened, he felt something begin to trace around his ear. Squeaky quiet giggles escaped him as his upper body balled up. "Nonononoho! Eheheh ehe jeeheehsteher! Please!" His hands came up to bat at what he thought was her other hand but was the tip of her tail.

Jester immediately stopped tracing, both with her hand and tail, instead rubbed away the tickly feeling, almost massaged. His muscles instinctually softened as his giggles murmured down. "Sorry essek I didn't know your ears were that ticklish"

Butterflies swirled in his stomach making him shiver, from her accidentally tease. "It is alright Jester." He sat up from his position composing himself and not making eye contact with her or caleb (though he wouldn't see him anyway.) He felt more heavy than he did before. "It seems that your..." He paused looking for the right words "peculiar method for relaxation has worked"

"Sorry that it was too tickly, oh and don't worry we won't tell anyone that your like süper ticklish Essek"

He just blushed with a nod, hoping that she was telling the truth "Well I will try and find rest then." Before he could stand up he felt a hand on his forearm. His eyes landing on Caleb.

"I know that sleep is most restful when surrounded by friends" he then felt Jester put her hand on his mid back.

"Yeah, essek stay here with us"

Looking between them, he sighed slightly "alright" settling back down, he took up his trance position, this time not floating.

Slowly falling into trance. This time however no nightmares.

He awoke a couple hours later, most of his friends still asleep. One of which Caleb was leaning against him. Jester had found her place against Fjord, who was in fact awake. Along with Caduceus. It's was nice. Peaceful even.

This next week wouldn't be too bad he thought.

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Finally did it!

(Authors note, I forgot that elves/drow don't sleep but I kinda made it work out in the end, also I tried to make caleb as awkward as possible so I hope I succeeded.)

[zuffer-weird-girl]

It's Valentine's day 💌🌹🌹🌹🌹💖💌

He never once thought he would be actually enjoying and, dare he say, even waiting for this special date.

The holiday was utterly stupid in his eyes. Bunch of couples around the streets, anywhere actually, showing their supposed 'love' towards each other. He felt sick and the urge of vomit or to overhaul those things.

Love was dead. No one was pure or even honest about thosr things. Is a complete waste of time, pacience and money most of all.

... that was what he always thought until he met a certain angel who just barged in his life.

You were the only one who actually made him feel something. Something good, swert but not nauseous, suffocating but not deadly... ever day he found himself craving more and more for those things you and only your angelic and pure person can do.

He wanted to give you the world, the skies, hell. Everthing. You deserved the galaxy.

Ever since you two got more intimate you made him promise to go easy on his gifts and attempts to spoil you... although yoy couldn't escape this one.

Valentine's was made for partners to waste theur money and he was going to expend thousands billions of yens if he wanted to.

It was a day where he could show his love for you in gifts! What's better than that? He always sucked at words and affections but gifts he knew it very well.

He woke up on that morning, already in hopes to get out of the room without waking you up before his eyes widen at seing your side empty.

"What the fuck?" He mumbled as he sitted up while grabbing his mask.

Where did you went? Most importantly. HOW did you get off from the bed without wakening him?

His questions were soon answered when he heard your giggles and turned around to see you laying with one side of yours on the door frame, with a adorable and beautiful smile at him.

"Good morning buttercup, slept well?" He sended daggers through his glare and ignoring his pink as hell cheeks at that disgusting pet name.

"What the hell you're doing awake brat?" He grunted before getting up to grab one of his shirts.

You walked towards him before pushing his shoulder a bit to the side while you lowered his mask down to plant a kiss, giggling at noticing hos gis breath had hitched on his throat.

"Happy Valentine's day!" You chirped with a smile "Ah don't worry I brushed my teeth handsome, no morning breath."

He growled while pitching the bridge of his nose in false irritation.

"Stop with those pet names, is embarrassing and disgusting to gear those atrocities leaving your mouth."

"Hey, I'm allowed to do this all day cutie." He flipped your forehead with a 'enough' while you giggled.

"When you're ready can you come to the kitchen for a bit? I thought on maybe bringing you on here but... It would be messy." You scraatched the back of your neck while he deadpanned at you, shirt still on his hands.

"..congrats." he mumbled while finally putting his shirt on "You have a brain."

He smirked underneath his mask at your pout and the way you mockingly poked your tongue out before lefting the room.

He cursed hinself for thinking already on innaproprietate things the moment he saw that pink muscle of yours between those lips he loved so much.

Later Chisaki Kai. Later. For fucks sake what he had become?

He slowly made his way through the halls of the house, smirking at his cellphone at seing his demand would be delivered at least on the afternoon.

One of the many gifts he would be giving to his angel.

Although the smirk had quickly fallen while he saw the table of the kitchen mainly filled with things that he liked.

No. No you just did not-

"So?" You singed besided him "Whacha you think?"

"Angel I just despised you and love at the same time what the hell did you do to me?" You errupted in laughter while he only glared at you with a 'I'm serious'.

Angel: one, devil: zero. Not for long though.

Right after you both had breakfast he went to his office and demanded that you followed him as well. On the middle of thehallway he stopped walking besides you only to be behind your back and cover your eyes with his big and gloved hands.

He pushed the door with his foot carefully, whispering huskily on your ear to keep your eyes closed as the wamrth of his hands dissapeared on the dark.

You heard some shuffling before you felt those hands again undressing you slowly.

"Hm already for dessert devil?" You giggled at the scoff and the quick pinch he gave it to you.

"Shut your filth mouth." He grumbled as he placed another type of fabric, you shivered at the cold feeling of the new material enveloping your skin.

"Take a few steps and..." he standed behind you to admire the clothing for a bit on your body as he crossed his arms "Open."

You gasped at seing the familiar clothing. You and Chisaki were hanging around one day and you just had stopped to look at one black and shiny elegant dress on the showcase, and as a little accessory a purse coming along.

You had joked about how expensive and waste of money it would be for anyone but you also made the mistake on saying the sentence 'is pretty beautiful though. Wish I had the money for those things."

The moment you also joked about going into meeting aling with Kai while wearing those didn't really helped. And you were genuinely shocked when he only nodded before returning to his walk.

You thought that he had stopped that tendency of looking at you only einfow shopping and straight forward just going to buy it... ok, you were wrong. He was still doing that.

"Kai!" You gasped breathless as he only had that smug look.

"Also here." He picked a two boxes on his desk, one smaller than the other "The ones you had were getting old."

"A new laptop and cellphone?! Kai you're insane?!" You asked in disbelief almost dropping the electronics on the ground.

"No. I'm close to being, if Im not already, a sociopath. But I am completely san-"

"You know what I meant! Kai oh my god please tell me these three are the only ones, you surely wasted a lot of money on tjose already!" You said in worry as you looked at the prices of the devices.

The worst of all is that... your "old" laptop and cellphone weren't exactly old and were working pretty well... and your botfriend just bought you the newest one on the marketing.

"I won't lie to you." He said simply, blocking the possible facepalm you were going to do with his own hand. "You will hurt yourself like that."

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Jesus Christ you felt like you were going to combust.

Chisaki REALLY WENT OVERBOARD on this. He had payed for everthing one week before the valentines and the more you thought was over the more it came the expensive and luxurious things.

You blushed crinson red when you saw a pair of lingerie, not expecting Kai to bought THAT in specific. You almost dropped dead when he showed you some swiss chocolate; although you giggled at his cuteness when he taste it the sweet things and his eyes sparkled a bit at the taste. Present after present and you were getting slightly anxious.

"K-kai?" You said smilling but worry still evident on his box while he signed on some paper before getting a box out of Chrono's hands with a nod while looking at you.

"Here dearest." He showed you the box and you had to gulp down the desperate screan you wanted to let out "You said once how those dishes were adorable or something related, so here is the whole dinnerware set."

You sighed with a smile before picking the box and placing it down, your boyfriend arching one of his eyebrows at your action before you looked up at him.

"There's more?" You asked while crossing your arms.

"A few yes but-"

"That's enough Kai." You interrupted, quickly smilling at seing his face "My devil I love and appreciate with all my heart all those things, how you listen to me and pay attention to every detail. But-" you laughed before pointing at the boxes "T-This is way too much! Kai you can't just buy anything that I mention it and almost drow me on gifts."

He sighed in annoyance before pinching the space between his eyebrows.

"Angel, this is all for you. Money is not something you need to worry about anyway, besides, you already did the breakfast without my knowledge... I just want you to have everything you deserve." He brough his hand down while he looked at you with something else in those golden eyes. "Is it that wrong?"

"Is not wrong. But it is when you go over board. Kai, buying me expensives and lots of things wont make me love you any more or less." You took a few steps only to be inches away from gis toned chest as you stared uo at him "Can we just be... casual? There's going to happen a meteor rain and I would love to watch it with the love of my life..." you lifted your hand up and hesitated to touch his face before you smiled warmingly at seing his gloved hand holded yours. "Honestly? Is all I ask. You with me is the best thing I can have."

He seemed in deep thought at a moment before he sighed in annoyance, messing with your hair as he mumbled his agreement... secretly loving the way your eyes widened and shined in adoration at him.

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You were indeed a quirkless unique angel. And only his.

Every one in your place would have savored it, taken advantage of the situation while greedily accepting what a yakusa member could offer...

Yet here he was, simple clothes along with yours... sitted on the balcony with mugs of tea on hands, you staring at the dark but shint sky as his fazed remained fixed on your features.

Pure. You were pure from this sick society. Having you in his kife was like a damn blessing and a readon for him to live... you showed hin feelings that he thought it didn't exist it, nothing more than stupid fairytales, and also gave him another reason to keep living... to keep working just as hard as ge could.

To bring the yakusa back fron the shadows and keep his angel safe and sound. Those were his motivations... Pops and you were the only ones kind enough to accept him.

And he was going to repay you both for that. Curing this sick world was one of the many things he was going to do...

But for now... he just would admire the work of art he had on his side.

Your giggles made him arch a eyebrow as he took a sip from his hot drink.

"If you keep staring at me you will lose the show you know, is going to happen soon!" You turned around, your flying along with the breeze of the night making you shiver for a bit.

"I told you to get a coat on idiot." He sayed nonchalantly as he took of his iconic green jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

"Now you will-"

"It's fine." He interrupted as he almost touched your foreheads together "I don't get cold."

"Liar." You pouted mockingly before giggling a it when he pinched your cheek.

You thanked the heavens that you got a shower before nightine or else you wouldn't be able to feel those affectionate subtle touches of your boyfriend...

He was always so straight forward with his despise of touch, but thise were the moments where you recorded scenes like earlier today... where you had to escape like a damn ninja from a mobster iron grip on bed as he slept peacefully.

You gasped when you saw the first oe s falling, getting a bit away from Kai to point out in the skies like a toddler on a candy or toy store.

"Kai Kai! Look! Is starting!" You jumped in exciment on your seat ehile Chisaki only looked up for a few seconds, widening his eyes a bit before returning it back to normal...

He looked down at your smile and the way your eyes shined at seing the natural show... he swore that on that moment he fell even more for you.

He smiled sincerely, not taking his eyes off from you. You noticed that and turned with a mocking smile.

"Hey you're not paying attention! Is going to end soon!" You gasped in surprise when he cupped your face on his hand as he lowered fown his mask, smile still on his lips.

Screw the stars, this was a sign of heaven. Chisaki's smile could cure even the worst of diseases.

"What happened with my 'I don't give a fuck' face boyfriend?" You asked while melting on his touch and love gaze.

"You should be the one answering this... you made me fall for you angel. And I surprisingly have no regrets." He brushed his lips against yours before closing the fisgusting distance along with your desperation to feel his scent and lips connected with yours.

Just when things were getting... hotter a knock interrupted you both, causing you two to groan.

"Sorry to bother ya love birds but the package of thousands roses came Overhaul."

You blinked before glaring playfully at him, while him just sended Mimic back and to jot come back until tommorow.

You both had things to get done.

[jotun-appologist]

I like how I sometimes add something funny to a post and get an influx of followers who then realize I talk about my sex life and cat in between reblogging nature photos and eldritch horror/vomit core stuff and religious posts and occasionally archeology articles

But no one ever goes to my side blog where I talk about DnD and Lotr and Final Fantasy and the elder scrolls almost exclusively. Or my seen blog.

So like, just so y'all are aware I am a mega nerd, and also I would like to say

Fantasy > 40k and, also Vlad von Karstein is best character and if its 40k then I'm gonna be chaos because Counts and Dark elves are gone.

Curse of Strahd is best dnd campaign. Well anything in the shadowfell is great. Or the underdark. Im always a drow.

And Dracula is actually quite well written and I maintain that I enjoyed the book (and most of Lovecraft's work as well while admitting that he and Stoker were assholes.)

I like horror of all types, my favorite TES factions are Order of the Black Worm, The Dark Brotherhood, and House Telvanni. Oblivion and Morrowind are ties as favorite game. I like Lucien Lachance, Neloth Telvanni, and Mannimarco more than most other reoccurring characters. I always play a Dunmer mage and my characters are all related.

I have an obsession with Mannimarco so don't even get me started on that.

I also am kinda obsessed with FFVII and very much a SefiKura type and like... I really like the witch king of angmar in LOTR.

Other than that I like to watch Vikings and Horror anime/manga like the works of Junji Ito or Berserk. I like Warband and Bannerlord and Kingdom Come type games.

I can info dump about Corvids and Ivar the Boneless or cats without missing a beat and I enjoy doing so.

And I don't bite, so hi, and welcome. I don't really have the self control to tag reblogs but I try to keep most triggering stuff on other blogs

If you wanna see nerdy stuff check my pinned post ^.^

[landcfstxries]

Good As New (Pt. 1)

{ hi henlo

Uhhh i wrote this up at maybe 4-5 AM and im just now posting it djdhhdbd

Y'all know im into Critical Role but I'm not gonna put this in the main tags jdndbhdhd too scared

Tags: @maybesortaahazel @shadlicious @vampire-fucker-3000

Varan Luro is a dnd oc of mine. He's,,,, an odd one, let's just say that.

Mollymauk Tealeaf is a character off of Critical Role, and belongs to his creator Taliesin Jaffe. This is purely just fun writing, and I'm not trying to claim the character in any way. Even though this blog has a small following, I felt I should preface this for future followers. "^^

Enjoy, y'all!

Usual warning: some possible misspellings bc I did write this pretty late at night }

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He remembers passing out.

Was it passing out? He wasn't sure.

He had felt the pain in his chest for only a moment, yet he still hasn't grasped what happened.

It was just...

Empty.

Empty.

Empty...

....

Crimson eyes opened once more.

Everything was a blur for many moments, he didn't dare to try and sit up. He would let it pass for a moment before he felt comfortable.

Said moment felt like ages, but it came eventually.

The tiefling slowly sat up, feeling the cloth over his body shift down slightly. He caught it before it could easily fall off and reveal his full form....

Wait.

He wasn't wearing any clothes.

No wonder it was so cold in the room.

He looks around, hearing the familiar soft jingle of the jewelry that decorated his horns. Well, He thought, at least no one took those.

But the more important questions at hand: Where did everyone go...?

Where was he?!

"Ah! You are awake! Finally!"

The tiefling's head snapped into the direction of where the sudden voice came. The accent sounded familiar. Like a wizard friend he knew... But this definitely wasn't him.

Standing in the doorway was a Drow Elf, with dark purple skin; a very stark contrast from the tiefling's own lilac skin. He had white hair that reached a bit past his shoulders, red irises that seemed to stand out against the black scleras of his eyes. He wore some sort of fancy garmets, as if he was of high regard.

It took a very long time before the tiefling spoke up. "Uh... Hi," He started. He took a moment to look around before looking back to the Drow. "Where... Am I? Who are you? How am I here?"

Too many questions. Time to take it down a bit.

He rubs the back of his neck a bit. "Ah, sorry for the amount of questions. I guess I'm just... A bit confused, to say the least."

The Drow chuckles. He isn't sure if it's all in good fun or if it's quite the opposite. "It's quite all right. I'll answer as best as I can... Allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Varan Luro. And who might you be, colorful one?" The Drow says, holding out his hand for the tiefling to shake.

Molly. That's it. You actually remember this time.

"... Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends... Since I, uh... I guess we're friends now, aren't we?" The tiefling speaks up, gently taking Varan's hand and giving a small shake.

"Huh... Mollymauk... Molly... Peculiar, but unique name. Almost familiar, and rolls off the tongue." Varan says, with that weird chuckle again. "Beautiful tattoos, by the way. Thought I would mention that."

Oh, right. He wasn't wearing anything besides a sheet over him. Molly smiled sheepishly. "Uh... I think this conversation might continue better if I had my clothes back. You got those anywhere?"

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It was surprisingly quick, and Molly was back to his old look in no time...

Save for the giant scar across his chest.

He shuddered a bit. Is that what happened to him...?

Damn Lorenzo-!

"Mr. Tealeaf? You alright?"

Molly quickly snapped out of his conflicting thoughts, turning to look at Varan. "Oh. Sorry. Just... Trying to figure out things. This definitely isn't the first time I've experienced this sort of thing, but I'm surprised I'm still... Myself."

"You... Have been through resurrection before?"

"Something like it. Wasn't my body before. Thought it was gonna end with two years of having it... Guess not." Molly explains. He then gives a chuckle. "I don't know whether to thank you or be actually creeped out."

"Both would be natural reactions."

A laugh was shared between the two. Varan then spoke up. "Come, Molly. We should... Discuss this whole thing and I should catch you up to speed. Sure you've been dying to know."

"You could say that."

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"... Huh."

"... Is that all you can say?"

"Well, Varan, forgive me if I'm taking a moment just to think about it."

Molly sighs, then chuckles. "Never thought I'd end up meeting a warlock that could bring me and practically almost anyone back from the dead... With a little work, of course. Necromancy, man. Wild... I've only ever been near one warlock in my life, and his powers were vastly different from yours. Something with the ocean or whatever, long story I probably wont get to know." He rambles, laughing softly... Followed by a sigh.

Varan knows that sigh. "... You... Miss your companions?" He says, genuine worry in his voice.

"Is it that obvious, my friend?"

"... Heartbreakingly."

Molly chuckles again, and proceeds to sigh once more. "Yeah... They're miles away now, I know that. There's no way I'll be able to catch up with them. I just hope they're doing alright without me... And no one's blaming themselves..." He goes on, putting a hand over his face and leaning against it. "Oh, gods... Yasha... I can't imagine how she took it..."

Varan could only offer a small, hopefully reassuring pat on the back. "I'm... I'm sure they miss you dearly, Molly. You seem like you were the light of that group. Sure, some... Mistakes here and there, but you likely brought joy to their lives. I'm sure you'll cross paths with them eventually... Everyone finds their way."

Molly looks up at Varan, smiling sadly. "I... I guess you're right, my friend... I just hope that meeting isn't too long from now. Maybe it's just right around the corner... We can only hope."

"I suppose...."

Molly suddenly remembered something. "Say," He started, "You... Didn't perhaps see a long, red and beautifully gaudy coat where I was buried right? Bunch of symbols on it?"

"Hm... I'm sorry, no. However, there was something there that I figured had it resting. A staff or something... A log? I don't know. All I can figure is that it was holding up something. Perhaps your coat?"

"No. No one would just... Steal the damn thing. I mean... Who would even dare to off of a grave? It was either one of my group, or an old friend."

He hoped this was the case. He really hoped.

Molly then switches gears. "Hey... Varan. You'll let me stay here until I get my bearings... Right?"

"Of course! What reason would I have to deny hospitality now?"

"... Fair point."

Varan had secretly formed a plan in mind as Molly rambled on. Really, he had one in the works ever since he heard the tiefling's name fall from his lips. That's why it was so familiar to him. He knew why now.

Because of her.

[akaiiunmei]

SHIPPING INFO !!

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

>> WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?

Well, they're OC's so they don't really have an OTP. However, they do have main partners but they're verse and world specific. So they won't really affect things, unless it's asked.

>> WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Pretty much anything. Fluff, angst, smut. Lay it on me! As long as the muses want it, I have no problems. Shipping can be fun and open new things about the character.

>> HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Well, if the muses are both adults. I personally don't care. I've written things with humans and elves with DECADES of age between them. But I guess that's an exception since they're considered adults at that age.

My muses are default adults but their ages can change depending on verse. I keep them open for that reason. I do get a little uncomfortable if one's an adult and one's underage. So I prefer for muses to be in the same age group. Minors and adults. Was this a little complicated? Meh, probably.

>> ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Not too much. I do let interactions play out a bit or look at characters. If I think something promising could happen, then I'll bring it up. I'm not one to turn shipping partners away but if there's no chemistry? I'd rather not.

>> HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

For me? The moment they're naked and kissing. That's when it's like "Well. Here we are again." It depends on context. Sometimes steamy moments don't go straight to NSFW.

Honestly just let me know when you deem it NSFW, and I'll go with whatever! Tagging, fading to black, under a read more, whatever you fancy!

>> WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:

Like I said they have main partners but those are verse and world specific. For Grace its Morcanus Grey: A Black Winged Avarian Who Was Deemed A Criminal.

For Darci its Zantas Drez: A Drow Assassin Who Takes His Job Very Seriously.

Other than them, my muses are open to all shipping possibilities! Whether cannon or other OC's!

>> DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

I would prefer it yes! After all, I'm not a mind reader.

>> HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

It ends up being often but I'm fine with friends or what not. It all depends on the characters to me.

>> ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

More or less, I just write ships a lot.

>> ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Of course!~

>> WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: 

I'm part of too many fandoms to count. I ship characters finding good and lovable partners no matter what.

>> FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Simple! Shoot me an IM or ask, send me stuff, tag me in a thing, whatever you like! Seriously, just ask me and I'll usually say yes!

STOLE FROM: @electricea ( You just keep doing ones I want to do I swear ^^; )

TAGGING: ANYONE!!

[goblincas]

Chutes and Creatures: A Four-Story Story

Oh no, it seems that a notorious fugitive is trespassing within Bnanom Brictom Community Center! And during a family-friendly Halloween event, no less. Shameful.

It's Lovell's first day as a center volunteer, but damn it, he's more than prepared to handle this.

(Featuring... loose and very homebrew-y DnD inspiration!)

To: Staff @ Bnanom Brictom Community Center

From: Bnanom Brictom Security and Office of Inner-Community Relations (BBCCSec@brictomservices.com)

Good evening, everyone. I sincerely hope this message reaches you all well, conditions considered. An update: The building-wide lockdown is now in place. Right now, we can use all the help we can get. Feel free to continue mingling with party guests, both to keep up morale (your own and the guests’) and to gather potential scraps of intel or information, if you happen to stumble across it. Now, we’re not necessarily suggesting you all take on the role of amateur vigilante sleuths, but make of this message what you will. ;-)

Feel free to travel between floors as necessary— nonetheless, if you’re able, we suggest limiting or preventing floor-to-floor movement by party guests, whenever possible. In the meantime, we will continue our personal investigation and monitoring of the situation. Thank you again for your continued cooperation.

Expect a staff-exclusive raffle to be arranged, at the Center’s earliest possible convenience.

Happy Halloween,

Bnanom Brictom Security and Office of Inner-Community Relations

I. Rooftop

No doubt, this wasn’t how Lovell had expected his second day of community volunteer work to wrap up. Sure, to be fair, he’d never exactly been on the best of terms with luck— whether that luck belonged to himself, or to the victims of whatever collateral immolation he’d managed to create, that time around. In a way, Lovell supposed his mere presence was a bit of a time-release, possibly airborne poison. What right did he have to act shocked?

None. Absolutely none.

Sliding a finger across the chilled surface of his phone screen, Lovell watched the sky turn red and pulpy, before oozing down into the horizon. And since news had traveled fast among the face- and body-painted attendees, chatter had already grown frenzied, spiking in pitch and fervor. Straight-faced children clung to their parents’ arms. Several guests had since tugged off their wigs and other extraneous bits of costumery, signaling the spiritual end to their booze-free festivities. Lovell tugged at his cape on reflex, but kept it fastened around his neck. The fabric felt thinner than ever, tickling at his calves, before being swept back into the breeze.

“Alright, okay!” one of Lovell’s fellow volunteers hollered, using his cupped hands as an entirely ineffective megaphone. The guy was clearly a human, yet costumed up as an especially malnourished looking drow elf. It’s always what you can’t have, ain’t it?

“Listen. I know this whole situation isn’t what y’all were hoping for, sure, I get that. I really, really do. But y’all gotta stay put. Can’t move around the building until this is all sorted out— faster security can sort their way through the building, the sooner this will all be over. And, hey, how cool would it be if ya can go on to say that you were at the party where a world-infamous, kinda unhinged fugitive was finally taken in? Talk about a story for all your future parties, am I right?”

As the human volunteer babbled away, clearly still processing his own uneasiness, the crowd began to quiet. There was a short beat of silence after the volunteer finished, which hung in the air and soured at an astonishing pace; until, at last, an attendee spoke up.

She was standing, alone, toward the heart of the swarm. Her party store witch’s hat was tipped forward, its brim casting a shadow over her features. “There’s no way we’re safe right now, then. This super isn’t okay. So, you’re just fine with potentially endangering our lives in your whole quest for justice?” the petite half-elf said, speaking evenly, and at an unfittingly polite volume. “I mean, didn’t this guy they’re looking for, like, kill a ton of people or something? What if he’s on this stupid roof with us, right now? C’mon!”

From somewhere over Lovell’s shoulder, he heard a faint whisper of, “Well, we push ‘im right off, then,” followed by a snort and some stilted laughter. Lovell clucked his tongue, but couldn’t quite temper down his own giggle. Nothing wrong with making light of, frankly, a borderline Draconian situation. It was a philosophy he tried to live by, no matter how unsuccessful he often was at doing so.

Another stiff breeze swept through the crowd, and Lovell pulled his cape tighter around his arms.

As Lovell’s co-volunteer lost hold of his barely controlled state of panic, the half-elf began to scan the crowd, which was slinking back into conversation. After spotting Lovell’s mostly-concealed yet fluorescent yellow Bnanom Brictom polo, she huffed and charged toward him, wiry arms folded across her chest. Lovell readied himself by stiffening up and straightening his posture, defaulting to what he fondly deemed his business-friendly mech stance.

She stationed herself barely a foot ahead of Lovell, tilting her chin up to continue holding steady eye-contact. Still, when she spoke, she did a top-tier job of injecting some highly sterilized, artificial calm into her voice. “Please, please tell me you at least have more information for us. I’ll take anything,” the half-elf pleaded, furiously drumming her fingers against her own forearm.

Lovell shrugged, and the half-elf deflated. “Sorry, I only know what was in the email they sent out to us, which… wasn’t much. Look, I get the ethical questions that should definitely have been raised before this plan was made, but there’s not much that I can do for you. This is kinda completely out of my control.”

The half-elf chewed on her bottom lip, before breaking eye-contact to heave a sigh at the ground. “Whatever, fine,” she said, scuffing her boot against the concrete. She turned her gaze back up, squinting at Lovell in what seemed to be an attempted menacing glare. And, surprisingly, it was pretty damn effective. Huh, impressive. “Can I at least ask for a favor, then? At least, if it’s something that’s even in your purview.”

“Sure.” He could certainly use a distraction.

“I want you to find my girlfriend,” the half-elf said, her voice growing louder and more strained. “She’s probably still on the top floor. I was a dumbass and left my phone in the car, so I just need you to make sure she’s okay. And let her know that I’m okay, too. Can you at least do that for me, if I’m legitimately gonna be trapped in this petri dish of strangers having emotional meltdowns? Please?”

Beginning to gleam down at them was the ruddy face of the moon, as it fought its way through the clouds.

Lovell wiped his clammy palms onto his jeans, nodding at the half-elf. “Actually, sure, I think I can do that.”

“Great!” The caricature of a witch was bouncing on her heels. “Alright, so, I need you to look for Bryn. That’s her name. She’s the super tall, unfairly glamorous half-orc chick, and she’s carrying a couple of plastic battle-axes. She hand-painted those herself, y’know. Just tell her that Merrie sent you, and that I’m safe, alright?”

To think, he’d only wanted some mindless volunteer work at the local community center, and now there he was: Lovell Polonian, freelance messenger of love. God knows if he couldn’t stabilize his own damn relationship, then he’d just have to carry the torch for someone else’s.

Lovell flashed a final thumbs up, before heading toward the streamer-draped stairwell.

Meanwhile, his co-volunteer had entered a fugue state, swallowed by the mob.

II. Second floor

Sharply-tinted, orange and yellow string lights were blinking throughout the ballroom, chattering amongst themselves. Not long after reaching the floor, Lovell scrunched his nose; the space smelled like a chemical rosebush, as if a full can of dollar store air freshener had been detonated maybe an hour prior. It kind of burned his nostrils, just a bit.

Alright, maybe more than just “a bit.”

Lovell paused at the base of the stairs. He surveyed the sparsely packed room, where party goers were in a similar state to those on the rooftop. Several scuffed, plastic jack-o’-lanterns lined the walls, perfectly situated to watch the madness unfold.

Certainly not to Lovell’s surprise, Bryn wasn’t especially hard to locate. After all, she was the tallest guest in the room. Her loosely coiled, auburn curls rolled down much of her back, adorned with clovers and softening her otherwise angular features. Bryn’s thick brow was furrowed, while she clutched the pair of battle-axes in her left hand.

Lovell approached the half-orc woman cautiously, not wanting to startle her and end up bonked over the head by some lovingly decorated plastic. Next to a half-orc, he could hardly feel any scrawnier and less capable of immediate self-defense.

“Hey, excuse me, are you Bryn?”

Still, Bryn jolted, knocked out of her thoughts. She stared vacantly at Lovell for a moment, buffering as she rejoined reality. “Um, yeah. That’s me. But who the hell are you?” she asked, narrowing her gaze.

Lovell raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Just an innocent volunteer. Merrie sent me.”

At that, Bryn’s shoulders sagged, as she no longer attempted to mask the heaviness. “Shit, really? Wait, is she alright? Because I swear, if she—”

“She’s alright,” Lovell cut in, before Bryn managed to spiral into an all-out panic. “She was worried, and I needed something to do, so here I am. Just checking in for her.”

Bryn nodded slowly. “Oh, okay. So she’s still up on the roof, then?”

“Yup.”

“Well, guess that’s all I can ask for, at this point,” Bryn said, shaking her head and sighing, her hair cushioning the movement. “That she’s safe. God, this is such an awful situation. Awful. Hey, do you at least have any idea when the hell they’re gonna let us out of the good ol’ danger cage?”

Despite his better judgment, Lovell quirked a grin. “No clue. And your girlfriend had some pretty similar thoughts, by the way. Choice words ‘n’ all. To be perfectly fair, I don’t think anyone’s really on board with all of this.”

Bryn snorted. “Yeah, well, maybe aside from the literal cult recruiter or whatever in our midst. I’m sure that bastard’s getting a real kick out of this mess. Like, do they really think locking down the building is gonna make a difference? The guy uses dark magic, for god’s sake. Warded or not, I kinda doubt he’s gonna be contained within a damn community center. Sheesh,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and frowning.

Lovell’s responding chuckle was weak, but it was certainly there. He hesitated and peered around, giving the room another once-over. Most party goers had broken off into clusters, commiserating amongst their own ecosystems. The lights continued to buzz and flicker, chipping away at the darkness that had spread throughout the room.

Turning back to the half-orc, Lovell smiled. So long as he made the effort to hide his teeth, maybe it could even be read as a semi-comforting gesture. “Think of it like this, then: if that weirdo fuckhead can bust his way out quickly, then the lockdown isn’t gonna last all that long. So, maybe it’s all for the best, y’know?” Lovell shrugged noncommittally.

Again, Bryn narrowed her eyes— but before she slipped in a response, a rough hand clapped down onto Lovell’s bicep. He jumped, before peeking over his shoulder.

“Boy, I’m gonna need your help with somethin’. You’re gonna come with me now, alright?”

Lovell was met with the grizzled scowl of Higgins, archetypical Northern Dwarf and long-time Bnanom Brictom head of security. Lovell’d only had a chance to meet the guy once, during his orientation the week prior.

By the time Lovell thought to turn back to Bryn, the half-orc had already wandered off.

Higgins tightened his grip on Lovell’s arm, bruising the flesh beneath his fingertips. “C’mon, son, you gotta come with me, now.”

III. Ground floor

Higgins’ office was bare-walled and low-lit, with a blackout curtain preemptively drawn. Lovell let the oak door ease shut behind himself, while the Dwarf moved to lean back against his own desk, facing the volunteer.

Lovell shuffled his feet, stabilizing. “So,” he said, holding out the syllable. “Wha’dya need me for?”

“Well, lucky you, I’ve got an emergency chore for ya,” Higgins grumbled. He huffed, hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk.

“And, that is…?”

“Well,” Higgins began, not even attempting to feign any amount of confidence over the situation. Oh, how reassuring. “I’m gonna need ya to get some supplies for me. Can’t waste my own time diggin’ around for it right now, but I sure as hell can waste yours.” Higgins punctuated his request with an amused snort.

Lovell nodded, steadily. “Sure, okay. What do you need me to find, then?”

Higgins sighed. “I won’t sugarcoat it, boy. Weapons. Gotta keep our defenses up, should we need ‘em. And it ain’t as if we’re pullin’ out that stuff often.”

“Oh,” Lovell muttered. He cocked a brow, hands fiddling behind his own back. “And, why are there weapons in a community center, in the first place? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking, I guess.”

“N’aw, it’s a fair enough question.” Higgins batted a stout hand around, dismissive. “Don’t mean I’m gonna answer it for ya, though.”

Lovell couldn’t help but chuckle. Really, he should have seen that response coming.

“Just gotta find the damn basement key for ya, then I’ll send ya on your way. I’ll give ya a map, don’t worry— should show you where everything’s lyin’ around down there. Sound good, hm?”

Flashing his brightest and most saccharine grin, Lovell nodded. “Totally. Sure thing.”

IV. Basement

“Okay, what the absolute fuck were you thinking?”

Batting an especially ambitious spiderweb out of his face, Lovell huffed.

“I know you’re down here, asshole.” He had his hands planted on his hips, glaring into the darkness. “Still don’t know what the hell you’re actually up to right now, though,” Lovell proceeded to grumble, complaining to himself in a moment of intense self-pity.

From behind Lovell, a second voice seemed to flutter around in the air, materializing before it even had a source to anchor itself to. “Really, dear, I just wanted to surprise you at your brand-new job! No need to drag me to couple’s counseling over it. Goodness,” the voice drawled, deepening and growing clearer as it solidified within the space.

Lovell turned on his heels, cape whipping around, before it slowly settled back against his body. “You’re absurd, you know that? And a jackass. Do you, like, get off on fucking with me, or something? Actually, no, please don’t answer that. Lord, please.”

From behind a staggered tower of plastic bins packed with nativity decor, a taller man emerged. He swaggered closer to Lovell, who simply glared in greeting.

“Scarus,” Lovell said, matching the ever-present warlike glint in the other man’s eyes. “You do realize that my whole point in doing this was to relax for once, right? Sure, it’s inevitable at some point that I’m just gonna get tossed through another fucking dimensional portal, but for now, I just wanted to do something… simple. Until my stupid magic short-circuits and fucks me over again, at least.”

At that, Scarus deflated ever-so-slightly, but countered the change in posture with a roll of his eyes. “Okay, but like you said yourself: We both know good and well that you won’t be here for long, and it’s not as if I meant to be noticed. Truly, I didn’t. Really, what kind of military-grade community center has such drastic warding? I promise, I meant to slip in and say hi, and that’s it.” Scarus flicked a strand of blond hair away from his face.

Lovell scrubbed his eyes, the fight already draining from his bones. “Fine, well, whether you meant to cause it or not, there’s a total lockdown of the building. And now everyone’s totally panicking. All they wanted to do was go to a stupid, family-friendly Halloween party, Scarus. A Halloween party.”

Scarus raised his pointer finger maybe just a bit too proudly, smirking. “Ah, well, in my defense: You already know I’m not the biggest fan of Halloween, as it’s commonly celebrated. Really, it’s offensive, more than anything. Maybe I did the right thing by—”

“Don’t,” Lovell supplied. “Just, don’t. Don’t even start. Listen, if you just leave right now, maybe I won’t have to carry several dozen pounds of weapons up a flight of stairs. Okay? And, for god’s sake, don’t you dare tell me that I need the exercise, or something. I will absolutely burn you in your sleep tonight, and I will feel no remorse.” Okay, maybe Lovell would feel a tiny slice of remorse, although he would certainly do the burning, nonetheless. No question. Really, there was nothing quite like some third-degree retaliation during a lovers’ spat.

“Fine. If you’re only going to chastise me, then I have no issue with heading out.” Scarus stepped forward briefly, planting a kiss on Lovell’s cheek. Lovell felt himself warm at the gesture, until, wait, no—

“Scarus… what the hell did you just do to me?”

Scarus shrugged. “Protecting myself,” he replied. “I have no intention of being set on fire tonight. Of course, feel free to use non-draconic flames instead. I’m sure I’ll be perfectly equipped to handle some bodily arson sans childish magic, no issue at all.” He snickered, pulling Lovell into a quick hug. “Alright, my fire-breathing little darling. I’ll just be leaving, then. I’ll have dinner waiting for you, alright?”

“Oh, you better, bastard.”

[thetiniestcicada]

I may be mistaken but did you say you play DnD??? I love it so much and was wondering if you'd ever draw your character????

boy oh boy hell yEAH i do!!!!!!!!! i have, more than one character actually, and i did draw them a billion times each??? i assume u wanna see them and i rlly hope u do bc if not idk what im gonna do with this massive post i just made about them but yUP.... its too late now uve opened the secret dnd passion folder brace urself for the infowave

OKAY SO ill gochronogically bc otherwise id have no idea how to classthem:

First off is baby’sfirst dnd character, Safrané!! Now Saf was made before I understood how to playthe game and he def needs some work but I still love him lots and he deserves an honorific mention :’)) heres a picof my boy

He’s this homebrew(?)race called Phoelarch so hes basically just… a big fire bird person. How coolis that. He was raised by a family of squirrels in the wilds and he loves tosing and to wrestle and he really tries his best!! 

Next up is… probablymy most developed character honestly??? Their whole deal is that they’re a drowcharlatan who has one goal in life: to find and collect the rarest andmost beautiful spoons. thats right. spoons. theyre on a mission to hunt down the best spoons on theplanet and obtain them in any way possible. oh and theyre also a warlock I guessbut the spoon aspect is rlly what matters here tbh

theyre very lanky

Their name is Kui-Yehr Athe and I want u francophones out there to say that out loud and laugh at mypoorly concealed pun (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞

They used to be partof a gang in the underdark but it ended really really badly for them (read;backstab kinda badly) and so they made a deal with an Archfey to get sickwarlock powers to escape from there. Now the cool thing is that their patron issuper chill and only asks them for a few favors here and there, but mostly letsthem do their spoon thing which is rllythe whole focus of their character!! I like playing them bc I get to act allextravagant and use super unconventional solving methods instead of justjumping straight to combat

Also I give them avery strong, very fake French accent when i play them and its great

(theyre kind of anasshole)

After a while on thesurface they first meet kavi ( @franny-bower ‘s rogue gnelf!) and adventure with them for a couple of years before meeting mercy ( @voleusedelune ‘s druidtiefling) ; they form a really really strong family-like bond with them andimprove so much as a person, while still of course retaining that Asshole Quality (tm)

And then kavi’sasshole brother enters the picture and a lothappens but !! ultimately the two assholes end up together, as fate (and my gay ass) would have it

turns out theyre really good for each other and help each other improve so much in tiny ways its great & im gay

Weve worked on all of them soso hard and I love them so so so very much they have such a good found familyvibe to them :’)))) 

Then!! Theres Cináed,who was created after my friends and I took a dnd quiz and found we actuallymade a really complementary team so we just. Made a team of elf-inserts. Theyre selfinserts except theyre all elf variations hahaha

Cin is a wood elffighter who constantly looks dead Tired tm; they grew up in a city and signedup for the militia to prove themselves worthy and despised it

They finished the mandatory training and then builta cabin in the forest to get away from that life, where they found a bit ofpeace and quiet, but they still didn’t havepurpose so when their childhood friend Aiday ( @franny-bower ‘s character, onthe right in the next pic!!) decided to go explore the world, Cin immediatelypacked their bags and left with Aiday, to act as their bodyguard and protector on thejourney.

Also they wield agiant flaming greatsword and its fucking sick my dude hell yeah hell yeah

And then theres Shihab!! My squeaky-voiced drow (I love drows so much fight me) monk who hasabsolutely zero chill

Im gonna try not tospoil anything for the other players in the campaign bc I know some are gonnaread this 👀 but to make a long story short:

 they had a really fuckingrough childhood & were left for dead on the sideof the road, but thankfully they got rescued by a monk who became their mentor andbrought them to her monastery. Shihab lived there for a while and learned kindof reluctantly the ways of the monastery; they fight as monks do but refuse to call themself a monk O: Theyre very hotheaded andquick to fight people and they do not give their trust easily, but their mentordid help them improve as a person and so they juggle between wanting to helppeople and being extremely wary of them at the same time hhah… its veryconflicting and they have trouble conciliating those aspects of theirpersonality  

(shoutout to the huge face scar they got in-game)

And finally heresnibbles, my paladin dragonborn!! I don’t have that much about nibbles yet but heresa picture bc theyre cool too :’))

i could??? go on forever tbh im currently working on even more characters bc dnd is such an awesome sandbox to work in but heck!!! im glad i got to blab a little bit about them bc i sorta feel too self conscious to post about ocs unprompted and that includes dnd characters but??? thank u so much for asking it made me real fucking happy to see your ask lemme tell you :’)) i rlly rlly love them and i hope that translated well enough?? and that u enjoyed reading abt them a bit aaaa thanks again for ur ask and i hope u have a super nice day!!

[tokyomewmew]

1-134 lets go.

idk if i love you or wanna murder you rn

1: Name

Fiona (Fifi and Barry work too)

2: Age

16 (in 3 day)

3: 3 Fears

-drowing

-sleep paralysis 

-never truly enjoying anything

4: 3 things I love

-my cat

-webcomics

-german delis

5: 4 turns on

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6: 4 turns off

too bitter, too often

7: My best friends

matilda and tessa

8: Sexual orientation

labels r 4 soup cans

…

(I’m honestly unsure and i prefer not to worry about it)

9: My best first date

I’ve only had 1 first date and it was p much my dream date

10: How tall am I

5′7

11: What do I miss

tessa, cosplaying, thoroughly enjoying things

12: What time were I born

2:08pm i think

13: Favorite color

mint green-blue

14: Do I have a crush

no

15: Favorite quote

“Life is tough but I am tougher, I’ll be fine.” idk who its by i just saw it on tumblr once

16: Favorite place

downtown seattle or in the woods sometime between spring and summer

17: Favorite food

baked ziti

18: Do I use sarcasm

all the time

19: What am I listening to right now

buzzfeed video

20: First thing I notice in new person

idk

21: Shoe size

womens 10

22: Eye color

some say green, others say blue. I think green.

23: Hair color

light brown

24: Favorite style of clothing

80s fashion, anything pink and flashy, 

25: Ever done a prank call?

yep, but it was years ago

27: Meaning behind my URL

I like raspberries

28: Favorite movie

The grand budapest hotel, 

29: Favorite song

Colors by grouplove 

30: Favorite band

idk

31: How I feel right now

Hungry, melancholic, 

32: Someone I love

Gus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

33: My current relationship status

sangle

34: My relationship with my parents

okay i guess

35: Favorite holiday

Call me old fashioned, by i love christmas. I love love love giving gifts and warm sweaters and getting 2 weeks off school, its just so good.

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

Basic ear piercing

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

no other peircings. I know its cheesy, but I love minimalist flower tattoos, but theres nothing valuable enough to me to get a tattoo of.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

All my friends were doing it. I actually really hated tumblr and i never wanted to join but here i am

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

no

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

I get snapchats if that counts

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

no, i dont think so

42: When did I last hold hands?

idk probably sometime today

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

about an hour

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

nope

45: Where am I right now?

in my room, hunched over on the pink chair my cats like to tear up

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

probably matilda, or gus, there is even an off chance it could be nell

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

depends, if im alone, loud, any other case i go reasonable.

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

yes

49: Am I excited for anything?

my birthday on thursday :3

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

nope

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

everyday p much

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

today probably

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

i wouldnt care

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

yep

55: What is something I disliked about today?

forgot breakfast, my classes kinda sucked

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

michael cera, i wanna fight him in his own home

57: What do I think about most?

eating

58: What’s my strangest talent?

dont got one

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

i dont think so

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

either way, love attention, love creating

61: What was the last lie I told?

idk

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

video chat, though i havent done it in months

63: Do I believe in ghosts?

not really, but i have a little hope

 How about aliens?

yea to some degree. I think they exist somewhere in the universe but i don’t think we’ll ever meet them 

64: Do I believe in magic?

not really, but i have a lot of hope

65: Do I believe in luck?

depends on the day. 

66: What’s the weather like right now?

rainy

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

I read a little bit of huntress by malinda lo, but its really just been sittin gon my bedside table for 3 months

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?

not really

69: Do I have any nicknames?

fifi, fio, fif, fiobird

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

idk

71: Do I spend money or save it?

depends, i usually save but recently ive been spending like crazy

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

yep

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

yep, my clothes are pink, my chairs are pink, my sheets are pink, and ive got a buncha pink stuffed animals.

74: Favorite animal?

Frogs, bears, and bunnies!

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

sleepin

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

its hard to choose cuz ive got a whole playlist but heres a few

lifes a happy song

talk too much

kiss you

pay no mind

78: How can you win my heart?

food, similar interests, positivity, a sense of humor

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

“Y’all watch this”-final words

80: What is my favorite word?

amygdala 

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

idk

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

“Howdy”

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

don’t think so

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

freeze time, or to be able to morph my body into whatever

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

“Are you a dog person or a cat person?”

86: What is my current desktop picture?

just a pattern of flowers

87: Had sex?

no

88: Bought condoms?

no

89: Gotten pregnant?

no

90: Failed a class?

no

91: Kissed a boy?

no

92: Kissed a girl?

yes!

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

no

94: Had job?

no

95: Left the house without my wallet?

yep

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

i dont think so

97: Had sex in public?

no

98: Played on a sports team?

yep, everyday

99: Smoked weed?

no

100: Did drugs?

no

101: Smoked cigarettes?

no

102: Drank alcohol?

no

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

no

104: Been overweight?

yep, since forever

105: Been underweight?

no

106: Been to a wedding?

yes, I loved it so much!!

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

probably

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

probably

109: Been outside my home country?

when i was 4 i went to ireland, when i was 6 i went to canada

110: Gotten my heart broken?

idk

111: Been to a professional sports game?

yep, went to a couple seattle sonics games when i was a kid. there were other things but idr what they were

112: Broken a bone?

nope

113: Cut myself?

nope

114: Been to prom?

nope

115: Been in airplane?

yep

116: Fly by helicopter?

nope

117: What concerts have I been to?

Weezer when i was 8 i think, the flaming lips when i was 10, and fun when i was 12 or 13

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

yea, for a short while

119: Learned another language?

I’m trying!!

120: Wore make up?

yep, but never anymore

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

no

122: Had oral sex?

no

123: Dyed my hair?

yep, in 8th grade. it was purple and also the worst

124: Voted in a presidential election?

no

125: Rode in an ambulance?

no

126: Had a surgery?

yep, earlier this year

127: Met someone famous?

no

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

kinda

129: Peed outside?

yep

130: Been fishing?

yep, i used to go with tessa all the time

131: Helped with charity?

no

132: Been rejected by a crush?

no

133: Broken a mirror?

probably

134: What do I want for birthday?

tbh? stickers and manga

[erunerwynter]

About my ocs bc translating my fics apparently has this effect to me

Warning: stupid shit

Kevin - half orc wizard  - tried so hard and got so far - grew in a human settlement so that’s why he has a human name - his mother didn’t hate him, which is a good thing - wants to make his mama proud by becoming the best wizard that ever existed - also bc people in his village first and the other students at the Arcanum (the magic academy of the world where all of this is setted in, Gaia) later treated him like shit bc an half-orc wizard? u gotta be kiddin - that why he a Angry SJW™ - gay af but who has time for relationship i goTTA STUDY - he tol - spiky fangs but i love him regardless - my actual son - v paranoid about his spellbook bc at the academy of magic stupid students burned his first spellbook so there’s that - my precious boi pls love him - has an halfling boyfriend, Andrej - a cat person - has a raven familiar bc Aesthetic™ - loves the smell of ink - would have supported Anders in his decision to blow up the Chantry

(putting the rest of them under a read more bc it’s gonna be long)

Andrej - halfling fighter  - has a giant wolf named Zero, that often uses as a mount - he smol, he mysteryous  - born in a tribe of nomad halflings, where he learned to fight - but then he fucked up big time and was kicked out - worked as a mercenary for a while - one day he found Zero, that was still a pupper, and adopted him - Zero is basically his best and only friend - “doggos are better then people” - has a sister that studies at the Arcanum, she’s a really good wizard - one day he visits her and meets Kevin, his future boyfriend - fights with a rapier bc Aesthetic™ - has a tattoo somewhere - “i will punch you in the dick Kevin” - embodiment of “id sell you to Satan for one corn chip” - he may look like a tough guy but he just needs to be loved - loves being the little spoon - he also gay af

Hòdur - drow alchemist - adopted by a human witch, raised in, like. the islands with the most xenophobic elves of the entire world and still managed to survive - has a stepbrother, an half-elf named Taro, and i will talk abt him later - talk shit abt Taro and he will poison u - “i dont trust all that stupid magic shit” “excuse me r u aware that ur mother is a literal witch” - rlly he just doesn’t have talent for magic so he just. decided that magic is stupid and turned to alchemy - he a Man Of Science™ - “the risk i took was calculated  but man am i bad at math” - Heterosexual Token™ - worries too much - is willing to Fuck Shit Up - hates loud noises - “why cant you all just leave me aLONE”

Taro - half-elf bard - apparently living embodiment of elves’ perfection - actually a little shit - talk shit abt Hòdur and he will kick u in the teeth - has nicknames for everyone - loves 2 embarass his big bro (bc Hòdur is the big bro) - 5 centimeters (more or less 2 inches for u englishpersons) taller than Hòdur, always reminds that to him - (this annoys Hòdur to no end) - (and that’s why Taro does it) - “so Kevin how do you and Lem do that” “FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS TARO SHUT THE FUCK UP” (that was Hòdur) - sexuality what is that - had a thing with the blacksmith’s son - the bastard has a really smooth voice  - would wear the t-shirt that has “Sin” written on it (you know the one) - i love him holy shit

Robin - tiefling maga (the class name is actually magus but Robin is a she so) with the skirnir archetype (the base class equivalent of the prestige class of the Eldricht Knight, but with the archetype that makes her a shield mage basically) - Angst™  - wants to do the right thing and she will do it - her favourite Overwatch character would be Pharah or Reinhardt - she has a shield and she’s not afraid to use it - always stressed af does she even sleep - always hears the voices of her devilish inheritance - praying conforts her a little tho - a very religious person - well she was raised by a priestess of the god of love and compassion, so - yea she was abandoned as a child bc her parents were nobles and you can’t have a tiefling daughter that would be A Bad Thing - so a priestess adopted her and teched her how to be a rlly good person and to protect the innocent - “I BELIEVE IN U o wait did u just killed an innocent now im gonna Fuck You Up™”  - “a sex drive what is that where is sex driving does it have a license”

Ume

- sea elf shaman (hybrid class between the witch and the oracle) - like,, indecision but as a person - has an hawk as a familiar wihich is pretty strange bc she is really tied with the spirits of the sea - looks like a cinnamom roll is actually a cinnamom roll - “do you prefer red or blue” “I LOVE BOTH OF THEM U CAN’T MAKE ME CHOOSE” - the kind of fangirl who has way too many ships - likes swimming - except for that one time when she almost drowned she didn’t like swimming in that moment - Moana vibes - yeah u know moana was so good and im so weak that’s why she lives in an island and talks to the sea sometimes - there was that one time when she flirted back at Ikaro and he almost died for the surprise - she was, like, the Best Shaman Apprentice on the island but she wasn’t really sure wheter become shaman or not bc if she accepted her role she wouldn’t be able to see the world - but at the same time she loves her island and her people so - yeah she kinda gets homesick a lot - but she got to see the Arcanum and the big cities and the Moon Mountains and the Ramil Desert so there’s that - her hawk is cute, she screm - witch shaped like a friend

Ikaro

- the Human Token™, a gunslinger - dat boi - son of a gun - jesse mccree but as a pirate - birate - lovechild of Han Solo and Jesse McCree  - “im not a pirate im a buccaneer” - the fuckboiest fuckoi that ever fuckboied - tried to flirt with Ume and got a “stop embarassing yourself!” from Taro - “the loser had it coming” –cit. @eldrich-archivist - has seen some shit - stole some of that - and murdered some other - he doesn’t regret killing people, but that doesn’t mean he likes doing so - “i’m not good, i’m not bad, but i sure as hell ain’t ugly” - travelled on a pirate ship for many years - he feels like he is searching for something, in the vast seas of Gaea, but even he doesn’t know what, or who - has a Dark Past™, that’s why he’s on the run - not the captain on the ship he’s on - just one of the many men on board - (his captain is a very badass aasimar lady maybe i’ll give a backstory to her later) - sinnamom roll - flirted with Kevin and Lem almost stabbed him - then flirted with Lem and Kevin almost killed him with a lightning - also likes flirting with death - kinky af, probably into bondage - lowkey a furry

And finally, my favourite

Allegra

- dwarf sorceress/bard but a dancer - she’s mute, so she casts spell while dancing - travelled with a travelling circus - ran away from her home in the Underworld bc she’s transgender and feared that her father wouldn’t understand - her powers come from the storm (stormborn bloodline) - Taro’s nickname for her is “Lady Thunderdwarf” - Taro is also a very good friend of her, he sings for her and she dances - sometimes when she dances she summons the rain unconsciusly - her name means “happy” or “cheerful” in Italian - cinnamom roll, too good for this world, too pure - hates little and close spaces - has a birthmark that is suspiciously similar to the holy symbol of the god of the wind but?? maybe it’s a coincidence??? maybe not??? who knows - at first she can only talk with Kevin bc he’s the only one in their “party” that knows sign language but then they teach it to everyone - she and Kevin are really great friends bc they both know how it feels to be an outcast - didn’t believe in love at first sight until she met Zero - “ALLEGRA STOP THROWING MAGIC AT MY DOG HE’S BITING THIN AIR YOU’LL MAKE HIM FEEL SAD” - never came out to her dwarven family, and she regrets that a little - but she’s still scared, so she doesn’t write to them - she has two brother (one older and the other younger; the former has died) and a younger sister; her mother died when she was little so she doesn’t remember much - she doesn’t know, but her father cares deeply about her, even if he still thinks of her as a “him” - family is very important to dwarves, and she feels that Ume and Kevin and the other are like a family to her now - before she met Taro, when she was still travelling with the circus, she danced on the music of Kakeru, a young bard from the Eastern continent that is the Kukize that is very good at playing the shamisen and teached her how to read his native language and told her the myths and the legends of his land. she teached him the sign language and how to read dwarven runes - she can forge things bc that’s a thing that every dwarf learns, but she is no master of that art - i love her so much asklabaksdsksfgagsds

[ask-vaal-hazak]

Hours of hard work and messy processes see Viir free. Chains and cuffs still on his wrists and ankles he walks over to the iron bars and slowly bends and opening between them. "This little wench is gonna die....deny me my death....my glory. But most of all......MY GODS DAMMED HONOR!" He picks up a skull and swings it.

"not my axe but it'll do....." He kicks open a door and shouts up the stairs "WEAKLING! IM COMMING FOR YOU!" He stomps as he runs up the stairs, snarling and drooling."

"GRAAAAAH! I'm gonna rip off your arm....AND BEAT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!" he comes to a door and starts to pound his fist against it.

"OPEN THE FUCKIN' DOOR! YOU HEAR ME! OPEN *slam* THIS *slam* DOOOOOOR!"

-in the town-

the figure reappears behind Morgan and whispers into her ear "Hey there....what are you looking for?~" a knife presses against her back

"Sssssshh~ If your a good girl......I'll let you live. If not well." A snake slithers from her hood and wraps around the girls neck.

"Let's just say it'll be a very......messy evening for you~" the snake hisses and slips back to the cloaked figure.

"Now.... you're going to walk. We're going to the end of the alley so I can slip through the crack ok~ and you're going to act like you never saw me m'kay~ I don't like making messes but, I don't mind.... grabbing another corpse for good old Jarala. Understand little plum? Now get moving" she pokes her with the knife.

-in the forest-

As the sun sets Jarala looks over his shoulder, a drow female juggles her daggers.

??? "I see that your well."

Jarala "well. Ssssssseems you've finally arrived........Mother"

@mystic-magic-rp

A soft tap braces the archmages door "Master! A Necromancer had been sited at the graveyard! Come quickly! I-its the one from the wanted posters!"

Archmage Olivette, a mid height rose-gold dragonborn, stood up in shock., Her chair fell with a loud clatter. 

“Necromancer? Here? And at the graveyard? Thats not good… Lyra!”

Lyra, who was standing next to the Archmage’s desk was looking idly in a book.

“Lyra! LYRA!” 

Lyra looked up, mildly confused. 

“Go check out the graveyard me, please. The last thing we need are Necromancers.” the Archmage sighed.

Lyra nodded. She picked up her staff and left. Soon, she was at the entrance to the graveyard. 

@ask-vaal-hazak

[pumkinpie579]

I legit wrote like 4 writeups on one of my current D&D OCs but my freaking laptop keeps deleting it.

So here are the basics. I play with guys fm work that include a Bioware Producer, 2 Ex-Blizzard guys and a professional voice actor. The DM has been running this world for close to 20 years and every game (which will last 1.5-2 years each) will affect and change the world and lore. I was invited early summer of last year to sit in for a few weeks and they invited me to be a regular right after.

Current story.

Cara. 2nd Child of the Crown Prince of the Eastern High Elven Kingdom of Mystaria. 99 (so 17/18 human years). Rogue. Chaotic Neutral. Runaway. Bleeding Heart.

I always viewed her as a stereotypical Italian girl. Olive skin, dark hair, loud, self-assured and proud. She dyed her hair the dark color b/c the High Elves of her kingdom are all blondes so it would of made her stand out too much. Plus she felt the dramatic dark colors looked better.

The story is crazy complicated and this one is only 4 months in. There has been a 12 year time jump due to moving between planes, she has been forcibly bound to a Drow Queen until she completes a single job which is turning out to be MUCH harder than it sounded. In the 12 year gap an evil king allied with the Drow of Menzoberranzan and took over most of the region most people know with D&D. Slavery is rampant, the Drow have returned to the service, the holy temples have been torn down and the High Cleric of Lloth rules BESIDE the humans in Waterdeep.

The surface elves have all been enslaved, the forests burned. Its HORRIBLE

She had “rescued” a strange collection of people from slave children who stabbed her in the neck when they panicked but she still gave them money and daggers to defend themselves, young bruised men who just wanted to go on an adventure with a pretty elven girl (That is how Zaccarias of House Efron got his head cut off in his very first encounter) to her final attempt to save a beautiful but starving man surrounded by magic found in a locked cage in the Underdark. She wrapped him in a cloak, gave him medicine and weeks worth of food saying she would be back as soon as the danger was gone and never returned because less than 10 mins after she left the man(who was a N20 hotness, the DM rolls on all NPCs its kinda a thing), she died. Like disinterested died, disarming a trap so the party could pass through. (This was just on this previous Saturday. Im still recovering)

I started crying quietly at the table and the DM looked at me and offered a deal with “DM time” (which means on the porch so no one else knows) and ALL the guys at the table started screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOO, ITS NOT WORTH IT.

I went outside and found out he would bring Cara back but I would not know the price until I agreed. I saw all the faces of the dudes pressed against the window mouthing NOOOOO. I agreed.

He took everything I had developed about the character and CORRUPTED it. The Drow mark on her arm put her back together but different. Anger became Rage, Elitism became Racism (anti-human) and Chaotic Neutral became Chaotic Evil. The magic bleached out her hair and darkened her eyes. If possible she is more beautiful and fair but just ….dark.

She will now save her people no matter what. The humans will be punished for the abuses they have done and she will burn the world to cleanse it if necessary. She is no longer Cara, she jas rejected her childhood name that elves keep until they are grown early (as she is not 110 yet), and has taken her full title; Evangeline Aneirin Daeris, Princess of Mystaria and the only one who can save her people. (I’m totally going to Dany it, she will pick up more names than she needs)

I’m freaking terrified and so excited to see where it goes. He has been texting me ALL week with direction and info. This is gunna be nuts.

I texted the DM today at work asking about the Man she left behind bc i was wanting to know about him. He wouldn’t say anything. I asked if he would be her doom, due to the poetic nature of the tragedy. He pointed out she had left many people behind. Many people were waiting on Cara, while Evangeline had taken her place and probably had no intention of going back for them. He wouldnt say anything about the dude which tells me he was important.

That was when I realized the character I created of Cara would rather be dead than be Evangeline. I hope she can be saved.

And I need a new inspo board.

[ithinkimsoberyeah]

The heroin helps.

what a cloudy clutch of pearls to swim in.

What a wonderful, most powerful place to be. Not liked. Not hated. Not even indifferent. One would be lucky enough to be invisible. But no, just have your small, sad pattern of people unlucky enough to know you in your statistical static hell. Beverly Hills. It looks easy to be me. But you'd never make it a day. All you have to do is have the darkest sociopathic edge after a long desperate streak of forced potential.. and then of course, disappoint everyone you've ever met. Kids in my high school; shot up My povery stricken parents; their only son smashes the only car they can afford into a house, or two.. on Christmas. Happy Kwanzaa Called the best natural talent, agent after agent for 10 years; show up to everything high and drunk And now? About to be fake murdered for god doesn't exist so he wouldn't know how many times. *masked men shoot up hospital lobby *Squibs burst out from his chest splaying maroon dye everywhere, he lays lifeless on the ground This is my life, getting up everyday to get brutally murdered for money. Welcome to America. *Cut! He is motionless as the fluorescent lights absorb his pasty skin, the blood sugar cocktail drips off his frozen face, A flurry of crew whirl around him A woman with a large headwound approaches and lears over, panicky about the nothingness drowing her life, *You feel that one?I felt that one, you know you always feel the one they're going to use, and the ones they cut. She looks into his bloodshot eyes. That was it. She smiles for no one to see She hasn't been it in her life. Finally I come to, enough to crawl to the fake elevator left ajar by the all too easy muslim terrorists that just shot up a bunch of white people in hospital waiting room. Because if you weren't afraid enough by news media, now just sitting in an ER dying is now merit for more fear and loathing. The ultimate death My head is spinning. I'm coming down while my hands altetnate between numb and needle shock. The effects and wardrobe departments molest me, preparing me for battle again. Another starched white button down and fresh squibs plopped around my back and chest, Susan, i think here name is, hovers near still. *I guess this is just for safety. They got it. They got it. She murmurs I can only imagine how thecat she moans about daily must attempt new ways to commit suicide before she ghosts in after midnight from the redline and has even more coversation swelled within. She holds her hand to her bleeding head. It will never stop. New camera setup is complete after the two richest guys in the room are done screaming at the union help permanently glazed over from good money and close knit companionship that shows evidence of a longer life, no matter how much catering you gorge. First team is back in, and we're back to one, I hope this time Allah takes us all, fake and all. *the masked gunmen come howling out of the shaft into the lobby and into our 18~34 targeted male hearts. They're so hard to get a pumping these days. My cell phone i'm forbidden to bring because real life background people on every scene you've ever watched would never carry their phones,. No the studio doesn't want anyone posting baldly lit instagrams of their shitty over produced show thats 112 in ratings because anyone will visit some random day players page and be spoiled.. At least that's what they say, with lawyers and angry butch lesbian second ADs pointing her freckled finger at you, *back in holding 8 missed calls to my burner phone This one must be big. I flip over to texts It's local. they must know im closest. Like it ever matters. Glendale Galleria, another movie theater. I guess I won't even change. One meal penalty and blood bump, I'm ridesharing it the next big scene. A real close up this time. I rummage through my clothspinned backpack for a baggie, any size will do, i clasp at empty plastic and sort through everything in the dim light inside the electric powered sedan, Finally one that sparkles from passing street lights. I stick my sweaty finger in and dab out the crystal. I swab my gums and tongue as it darts away from the bitter fairy fuel soon to spark my heart. I pillage the back of this eagar Asia girls leased vehicle for all her free waters and gum into my rancid bag. She pretends not to notice me as we arrive.   "By the red zone here I mumble out and spill onto the sidewalk. I don't tip, I never do. I see the yellow tape and flahing lights ahead. I see my reflecting in a closed phone repair shop and scratch at my face some to moisten the blood, I just realized, as I always do, too late, that i taje rideshares while in full effect.No wonder my rating is so low. I'm getting sloppy. I'm steps away from the live camera broadcasting to millions of real people in real fear, desperate for any news of a safe world they once knew, i'm afraid this isn't that time, nor will it ever be agsin. Showtime. Real tears stream from my blurring eyes as they pick up Jennifer. She's been getting all the scopes out here lately. Makes me really wonder about that wildfire now. "Sir, can you tell us what happened in there? What you witnessed? My sobbing let's up. I... I... There were three men... body armor.. the screaming Oh god the screaming, they yelled Akbar something.. Automatic rifles.. so many bodies .~the usual I got it all in from the texts. From the phone i crushed under my meth-roid strength and tossed. The red light blinks off, america has recoiled once again, Back to scrollingBack to trollingBack to isolation I look around the mob scene, i wonder who's working this with me And where crafty is set up. Jennifer shouts in her phone to some producer and dashes off I check my real phone, paypal loaded right up again False flags always pay more than union, no matter the bumps But I'll take the double shift Holidays are just around the corner. A movie theaters still need shooting up.