#moonlitdelirium

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @moonlitdelirium

The Shadow Lands made the tiefling a bit uneasy, even a bit more prone to his anger. Like the curse was affecting him in some regard even when under the protection of light or the blessing this place was under. Moonmaiden magic.

Since the events on the Illithan ship, Raserei noticed his blood acted differently. The pull he felt to be consumed by the Abyss, to let go of what humanity he had, was gone, or so muted it might as well be gone. Something he enjoyed for the time, but being in these lands. Though Shar's darkness, it was darkness all the same and it was like he could see his grandfather looking back at him in the shadows, taunting him. Oh for it was in darkest of depths what he is heir to lies.

Because of whose blood he shared Raserei avoided deep water and places like this. Whether or not Shar was more powerful than his grandfather he didn't care, when faced with these things all he knew was he felt his pull everywhere.

He sat at an empty table and his clawed hands scrapped at the table's arcs. Everything now was feeling too loud and he just wanted to shatter the vocal cords of everyone there.

"We will not be away from here quick enough."

[limpfisted]

@moonlitdelirium [ REGARDING FATHERS, LOVERS, CONQUESTS, PRIDE. I love my gay son and the worm in his head / that keeps the vampire and the tentacles out of his bed. ]

It's strange, sharing a space with your Father and someone you consider a.... lover is much too generous considering you haven't touched except to dance. A fancy, perhaps. A mutual crush. A fling, if you're kind and flippant about it. They could always, always be more, and yet, there's such an abundance and yet a lack of space and boundaries between them that could only ever end in "yes but"---"no ands and no us."

But the affection Wyll feels for Astarion is so real. So overwhelming. If not for his fear for his Father's life, he may have done something terrible, something awful, something drastic and evil he felt so much bloody care and affection strung high and loaded low in his chest.

He almost told Astarion he loved him.

It was just so heroic. So beautiful, to Wyll. So brave. To take responsibility for all those spawn. To be better than his.... Father? Wyll's not quite sure what they were to each other really, only that they were a family the same way the House of Healing were reputable surgeons.

It made Wyll so grateful. To see Astarion grow like that. Far beyond Wyll's reach, really. How could he hope to compare? He'd never faced such hardship. He had hoped, once, and honestly believed---that no one in Baldur's Gate ever had to.

Wyll had bought flowers with his Father here, to place on his Mother's grave here, and the wishing tree where Wyll now will forever dream of taking Astarion was here, and the fishing spot he snuck away to between lessons was here, and he stole a peach here, and he LOVED watching Dribbles the clown here, and he played swords and magic against imaginary goblins here, and he had gotten in trouble in the Flophouse here for loitering around and trying to peek inside a place Astarion had spent hundreds of years in, countless thousands of nights. Fuck.

When would their paths have crossed on the map, if not for the tadpoles? Could Wyll have saved him, pulled him from Cazador like he pulled him from out of the ritual so he could stay his Father to death? He was only a boy, when he left. How old was Astarion, when he died the first time, but no, never the last.

The Duke looks at them funny. Looks at Wyll with his sad, soft eyes towards his... Something or Other... and half-cringes, half-sighs, and then looks away. And when he keeps looking... He just. Well he looks at them funny.

Not with hate. Wyll knows that look. Its burned in his retina, hotter than the Hellfire in his veins.

But one of confusion. Judgment.

That one, Wyll is used to. But it has never felt... good.

How can he explain? To Astarion, to his Father?

Why does everything have to be so much more complicated than fighting goblins for the adoration of the common folk?

Wyll isn't sure----isn't sure if Astarion heard it the first time. Or if he notices.... all The Duke's looks, when Wyll looks at him.

"I don't know if you heard it the first time. A lot was happening. You must have been.... overwhelmed. But I'm proud of you, for making the choice that you made."

And I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry this happened to you. I'm sorry no one protected you, and no one loved you, and no one stopped it. I'm sorry bad things happen in the world and there are monsters and villains and people who hurt people. You didn't deserve it. You never deserved it. Not after the first spawn, or the second. Not after the hundredth spawn. If you had gone through with it---I would've understood. Its too much to bear, and I wish. I wish I could help you bear it. I can't give you the world, I can't give you safety, I can't even give you my love without scaring you away. But please don't think---because of my Father---that I don't---that I won't try to understand you---after everything we've been through together.

"I... honestly don't know what choice I would have made, if I was in your shoes."

Thank Gods he wasn't. Hopefully no one ever will be again. If Astarion's pain is a solitary sin, a blight against the world's goodness, a testament to the power of evil and wrong---then let his healing be its greatest triumph, proof that good things can happen, to those who deserve it most.

[threecardtrick]

@moonlitdelirium ♡'d for a starter ( yul )

"I know it might be a lot of work to get to the goblin camp, but..." He began, feeling a tad nervous to bring up the subject with their traveling companion. "It's the right thing to do for the tieflings. And we may end up with a powerful ally, if we find this Halsin..." What might he have uncovered during his journey?

[eccedomini]

@moonlitdelirium

"You will not, under any circumstance, touch anything." Cazador recites his rules like vows of a holy order. "You will not speak to anyone unless I deem you can speak to them." He goes on staring across at the spawn that sat with him in the small carriage with no windows. It is dim, but a faint pale green light shines above them both. The carriage rocks and sways gently, the clear indication that they are walking down cobblestone roads. Still in town.

"You will not speak to the Lord unless I give you permission to do so. He will ask you questions -- I will expect you not to answer to them." Cazador looked his spawn over, dressed in tightly threaded silks, with gold embroidery upon it. His first outing... Cazador almost feels some level of amusement for that. "Do not, at any point, take a drink from him. If he forces one into your hand, you will not drink from it. Understand?"

There are more rules of a similar nature, but Cazador is clearly very monotonous. There will be no interacting of any kind. For all Astarion knows and understands of the situation, he may as well be a statue. Which is practically what he is. Cazador does not have any other spawn with him. Only his newest one.

"You will be respectful." Cazador commands, which feels contrary to every piece of advice he has given so far. "This Vampire is millennias old. Older than you can possible imagine in your vapid little head. He deserves the significance I speak of. You will not make me regret showing you to him. This is not an option."

The carriage slows by the time Cazador is done speaking, and has stopped while Cazador still speaks. When the door opens, it is to a blood red color. The light of lanterns were inside red stained glass, casting a red glow all about the room. The carriage was not outside an estate, but rather inside an impressively covered garage, totally sealed from any outdoor lights. The horses stand in place, flicking their tails and sniffing. Cazador leaves the carriage first, and then, holds his hand out for the spawn.

"Come here." He demands.

[wolfkcst]

On the hunt, prowling with sharp claws and steady breath. Eivor may not be nearly as stealthy when they're a werewolf, but they were blood thirsty. They have pushed back this urge for long enough, so when a cultist came out of hiding they lunged at the poor bastard and tore his throat out with their very sharp maw. They are quick to gobble down the rest - and even if it made them feel a little sick to think with their human mind and do this... Well, it was best to keep the beast tamed before it lashed out. Not even the brain worm could stop its fury. Heavily panting after, blood dripping from their maw as they quickly snapped their head towards the sound of approaching feet. Hair stand up, ready to attack just in case it was another cultist but... They immediately recognize this was indeed not another cultist, and slowly lowered themselves to where they seem less of a threat and more neutral. Should the need arise, however... ❝Being out here alone is foolish. Too many monsters, and not just me.❞ They speak with caution, tail swaying slowly. Contemplating if he is to be trusted or not. To move their claws from the corpse or to remain where they are - its hard to tell. awoo sc. || @moonlitdelirium -Yul

[ospraey]

let me handle it , just go ! ( from yul )

꒰ა @moonlitdelirium. dire situations. status : accepting.

if he wasn’t so frustrated, mav might laugh at yul’s statement. while attempting to sneak through a crypt, one of them — he’s genuinely not sure which, but it doesn’t matter either way, there’s no use pointing blame — had tripped a wire that alerted the bandits in the area to their presence. the two of them have mere seconds to prepare for battle, and what is yul doing? wasting time trying to get mav to run away. scowling, the fallen draws himself up to his full height and meets yul’s stare dead - on, stubborn to the end.

❝ like hell am i letting you fight them by yourself! you’ll get yourself fucking killed!  ❞ he draws his twin daggers, spinning them in his fingers before solidifying his grip and turning back toward the doorway, bracing himself for the upcoming fight. ❝ there’s no time to argue. just get ready.  ❞

[moonridge]

⁉️ :]

( two truths & a lie. || accepting! )

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ozus has two siblings, a brother and a sister.

their patron manifested to them in the shape of a black bird with a purple sheen to its feathers.

they are the only tiefling in their immediate family.

　　　　 　　　　 　 —@moonlitdelirium—

[fatedechoes]

@moonlitdelirium @contemptim canon dynamic

[ode-of-odr-archive]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw

Tagged by: @bruinescence

Tagging: @kaaras-adaar @noseblxxd @cajunspoons @altuspavus @lotuskissed @moonlitdelirium (Yul or Gale) @cicero-the-assassin @distantpagesandpapercuts @matrixs-treasuryofmuses @celestieu @dridurge

[threecardtrick]

@moonlitdelirium ♡'d for a starter ( astarion )

He feared that Astarion would only think they were wasting their time and energy in fighting through the goblin camp, for little reward. A thank you didn't seem sufficient to him... "What if there was a way we could get into the goblin camp without a hassle? Perhaps that captured goblin in the grove might lead us through, if we pretend to free her..."

[thenextchapterbegins]

A favor

@moonlitdelirium

"Gale is there any way you with your infinite power with the weave create like a bubble that could turn a small space into that...calming space you made that one night, its just...i dont have alot of memories of good things you know? That night...was the first time i really felt at peace. Felt like my mind sorta stopped with all that..bad things that usually gets thrown around in there. Actually slept good that night, if not then you know. Its fine, was just wondering."

[callidusdryadalis]

@moonlitdelirium || LIKED for a STARTER

There is an innate beauty, he thinks, in watching the very last tendrils of light vanish beneath the horizon in the wake of ever encompassing darkness. Though the light fights with an array of sensational colours, hues of orange and red, it is folly in the end for the darkness emerges with the shine of its moon and the peppering of celestial illuminations. Until revenge shall come of the morrow.

'T is 'pon a rocky outcropping that he stands, eyes of a crystalline colour trained upward to watch as stars grow brighter while the darkness sinks deeper; thoughts turning to teachings of constellations and guidance found within the wisdom of the cosmos.

Arms folded, an idle attempt at battling back the chill that came once the eve truly set on, but eyes continues to gaze upward at the phenomenal beauty before him - never once did he grow tired of its sight, never once did he foresake the chance to look up towards the millions of lights twinkling above.

Hes aware, all the while, of the presence of a deer nearby, that of a few rabbits seeking their burrows, a gathering of squirrels within a large oak tree - - and something else. He yet knows not quite what, the figure is but some distance away within the brush and foliage, suitably camouflaged from the wildlife but not from he. Eyes can cut through the darkness with ease, senses strong -- yet he couldn't identify the figure.

For the moment, he paid it no grand amount of mind. He presumed, while fatigued, that whomever it was would have likely attacked by now if they were going to; or so he could hope. Still did he keep a hand close to his longsword should it be required;

"Why not come over, hmm-?" He finally calls out, rolling a shoulder to ease tensions that had been brewing for some few days. "I would like to think I appear approachable enough- this bonny little face cannot be so abysmal to observe that you choose to linger within the brush---"

[fatedechoes]

Name: Osha 'Compliant' Chaliapoh Age: 27 Class: Summoner Gender: Female Height: 5'0 / 153cm Race: Miqo'te (Keeper of the Moon) Affiliation: Companion of the Warrior of Light Yul Karcsi ( @moonlitdelirium )

A seasoned huntress, Osha treads the path of an adventurer in part due to naturally being drawn to a nomadic life, but also having an independent and willful nature. Despite this, her ties with her family are incredibly strong, and she frequently returns between adventures to spend time with her tribe. Osha was the type who learned to run before she could walk, precocious and always reaching for more in life. While friendly in disposition, Osha is very much not above violence or murder when it seems the most straightforward or pragmatic solution. She has strong opinions and biases founded on her cultural upbringing, and often finds herself dismayed at the state of non-matriarchal societies.

Despite not being a WoL, the Arcanist questline is canon to her backstory albeit with slight changes. Rather than having K'lyhia retraumatize herself further by deceiving her way onto his ship, Osha convinces K'lyhia to let her lure Doesmaga into a trap on land instead. Wherein he is defeated by the two Miqo'te and Yul, who Osha recruited for this task due to fighting alongside him before and figuring him to be trustworthy enough. K'lyhia believes the pirate to have been arrested but in actuality, he was killed and his body disposed of. Osha flees Limsa Lominsa soon after to evade suspicion.

For the most part she roams independently, being called upon by the WoL and others when in need of a temporary teammate (so she is, at least, present for the majority of dungeons and boss fights that are story-relevant). In The Shroud, she slays a male Keeper calling himself 'The Coeurl King' and spends the majority of ARR trying to help his victims, as they have been programmed into a cult-like mentality and forcibly estranged from their loved ones in order to force them to rely on and revere solely him. She assists some of them in returning to their families, while others who feel for varying reasons that they cannot return are slowly adopted into Osha's home tribe.

[ HW and STB involvement TBD ]

Osha is the last person summoned by the Crystal Exarch to the First before Yul gets there; what was merely a few hours on the Source working out to be six months on the First. In which she spends almost the entire time in The Crystarium, unlike the Scions, emerging only when hired as a bodyguard or courier between settlements. As a moon Miqo'te the constant light is highly unpleasant on a sensory level and plays havoc on her vision, circadian rhythm and mental health, as does the extended separation from her family as this is the longest she has ever been away from her tribe. When the WoL is finally summoned she insists on accompanying him for the near-entirety of events.

Notes:

Yul Karcsi is the canon WoL for Osha.

I have not yet finished SHB and this bio will be under revision as I go and also figure out her involvement in other parts.

Plot with me please.

aaaaaaaa.

[aterlupus]

“It’s more killing than hate.” (uhh... pick a muse. Or yul-- wlkgwerg)

“The Thorn Birds” sentence starters

"Whatever makes you feel better." Gaius keeps his arms folded as he looks over the younger man, skinny and pallid, hair unkempt and tangled, clothes... well, it was hard to call it that. Rags and animal hide.

It seemed the rumors of the wild animal with a taste for the flesh of man was more than just myth... but when Gaius looked over the person before him, he didn't expect him to be so... small. His arms are slender and sinewy, muscles taught, scales dry and stuck with shed. He is shorter than most of the Au-ra he has ever met.

The kid grabs food with his hands, which he assumed would be fine with a Garlean pizza, but the kid squeezes his grip , palm and fingers against the cheese and toppings, oil dripping between his fingers, and he bites and swallows with minimal chewing. He doesn't seem to enjoy eating, insomuch he just seemed to do it because he knew he should. Gaius didn't come close to the food presented to the man. Territorial was putting it mildly.

"So you don't feel anything towards the people around here? You kill only to kill?" He figured it was of little point to discuss that 'killing' is not an emotion, nor one synonymous with hatred. Gaius glanced around at the room they were in, and the windows that looked out of the Castrum. "You seem to have been living in the woods for a long time. Were you exiled for some reason?"

[threecardtrick]

@moonlitdelirium ♡'d for a starter ( gale )

"I think it is worth finding out what sort of magic is going on in the goblin camp... Such strange stories. "What powers do the cult of the Absolute have?" He wondered aloud. He had little interest in actually allying with them, but that did not mean he was not curious of what they were up to... and how that knowledge might help all of them.