#necrophcge

[miserycorde]

"✎" may i offer you this terrible no good bug i've found in this trying time ✊️✋️🐝

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse

[No amount of RAID is gonna help you now]

[faerunscursed]

Do you believe in justice, or do you see it as a tool to manipulate others? (for karlach?)

Moral Questions | Accepting

"Do I look like the kind of person that manipulates people?" Karlach rose an eyebrow in confusion at the question. Of course she wasn't to surprised by it, given with whom her affilation was tied to in the past, and still was. "I would never use anything as tool for manipulation, especially something like justice."

Karlach let out a hefty sigh before continuing her answer. "Though I'm not sure what I believe in is necessarily justice, persay. Maybe in a sense of that I want what is right for others, especially the innocent." The tiefling rest her chin on her hand in thought, deciding how to word her next words. "I think it more boils down to sense of vengeance. Justice can't always be sought out, but vengeance? Oh that's easy to handle, more satisfying too. Some day I'll get vengeance of my own."

[izar-tarazed]

What kind of tragedy are you?

Izar: doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

Ensha: wrong place, wrong time it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

(Love how both results are somewhat fitting! As a Tarnished, of course Izar "tried again and again and again". Fate sealed from the moment she entered the narrative; doomed to either continue along a path not wholly hers, or lose the grace and everything, both times without fulfilling the purpose she wished for. And while Ensha's "wrong place, wrong time" is fitting too, I still can't stop laughing about it. Yes, Ensha, if only you hadn't been in the Roundtable Hold and decided to go after that particular Tarnished! You could have stayed right next to the study door, but NO. (I think it's somewhat fitting for my canon-divergent Ensha who survived the ambush, too, but still.) Tagged by @necrophcge; tagging no one in particular, go ahead and do this for your OCs if you want to! Feel free to tag me so I see it. :)

[shimmerbeasts]

What kind of tragedy are you?

self-inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

What kind of tragedy are you?

written in the stars

it had to end this way. we all know it. only you were unaware. you had hope. hope, of course, only makes it hurt all the more. we all knew you would look back, oh love, there’s no other version of the story. and yet, alongside you, we still had hope. we believed in you, even though we knew you couldn’t win. and you believed in yourself till the last moment. it isn’t fair, is it? you didn’t know you were doomed.

What kind of tragedy are you?

self-inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

What kind of tragedy are you?

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

What kind of tragedy are you? (Lae'zel)

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

Tagged by: @necrophcge and @ferinehuntress

Tagging: @apalestar, @warwaited, @deaddoveadventures, @the-rogue-dragon, @countlessrealities (The Smith family), @moxxietude (Lacrimosa, Loona), @zaunseye, @playgroundmonsters (Ran), @ruinouss

[ferinehuntress]

what do you consider your strengths as a writer?

are there any lesser played canon characters you’d like to see in your community (bg3 or league/arcane)? would you consider writing them?

◈　 ⇢  @necrophcge　 ⋯　 questions for writers

I'm honestly not sure. Writing has actually never been a strong suit! Man, you should have seen my grades in my writing classes, and then when I got to college, I had to have extra help and tutorials. My professor once said I have great ideas and unique concepts, but that I struggle to put them into words on paper. It took everything I had to go from an F to a C in my language arts classes.

So, I guess my strengths might be ideas, concepts, or plotlines, and I also would like to think my use of imagery (descriptions) and maybe emotional triggers (like making you feel things in a thread) are some of my strengths? Though honestly, I try to listen to other people and ask them rather then try to figure it out. Cause I read my stuff over and over and I never think its that great XD

As for Characters, oh that's a doozy. I have barely been in the League of Legends fandom, but hands down, I want a Jaheira. Omfg, that woman is my heart and soul in BG3 (besides Karlach and Aylin, yes I thought about adding her to my roster too LOL). Jaheira is amazing and I would love to see someone write her and let me write with her. Let Karlach fangirl over her (and hells, no lie I could see a karlach/jaheira ship too!) Honestly, I'm not sure though. There are so many characters, and so many things to go with it, I am just happy to be in the fandom.

As for League of Legends, hmmm… Nto really sure here. Miss fortune would be fun to write with, and I did write her for maybe… 2.5 seconds. I might bring her back in time, who doesn't love a sassy Female Pirate! For the most part, I'm not really sure, since I am still relatively new to LoL as well. But yeah, I'm open to anyone exploring anything XD

[rotten-pest]

A meeting

@necrophcge If there was one thing she wished she’d learn more quickly, as that she was no longer in a position to assume relative safety.

But she did already understand that humans became off-put of someone overly dirty, or covered in blood and viscera, or otherwise foul smelling, and at the time that had taken more precedent over her usual precautions, so off she’d gone in search for water. Admittedly however she was reticent to enter once she found it. The shallow stream was calm, murmuring quietly. A bird overhead chirruped softly between moments of dipping down to grab flying insects that hovered over the waters edge. Her kind could not really swim, breathing through spiracles as they did—save the larva, who actually needed to be kept damp otherwise their gills would dry out. At least, such was as she understood, she hadn’t been given the duty of care of the young ones.

She sighed. No good reflecting on any of that. She removed her armor and set it aside, peeling off the outermost layers of her clothes to start washing, but hesitated again. She slid her feet in the water, recoiling briefly at the cold, but found it grew comfortable with time.

Cotesia ran her hand on the surface, peering through to the scattered rocks below. Fish darted away from her hand, but returned as soon as she stilled it. A little crayfish scuttled along the bottom.

The bird stopped singing suddenly. All grew quiet.

Cotesia picked her head up, heart began to beat faster—but she waited. Listened. Glanced where her swords were, maybe just one good leap away—but she couldn’t react, just yet.

She turned her head, slowly, so just the barest sliver of her peripheral vision caught the ominous shape behind her...

[rotten-pest]

15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Swiped from: @izar-tarazed

This was interesting because Cotesia is only some times chatty. For this I envisioned if Cotesia were an NPC in game.

NPC-esque Dialog lines

“Ah, well met, fellow traveler. How nice it is to meet one another. What brings you here?”

“I? I am following the path of the Unsevered. Time has a way of muddying such trails, but I am not easily deterred.”

“I am loathed to admit it, but you have my thanks…”

“Ah, I see. You think I’ve something for you? You will be disappointed. It’s a shame your sort don’t stay dead, your corpse would nourish the earth so sweetly…”

“Rest, for now… stupid meat bag…”

“All is forgiven. Such is the way of things, little bird... But. Don’t. Do that. Again. Or I will make your next death a long and unpleasant one.”

“… I… won’t… die… not until she—”

“All things must come to an end. All things must die. I hope, little bird, you make way for a world for what once died to bloom again, and die, and bloom, forevermore…”

Other things

“I am naught but what I am. And what I am is the point of the scorpion’s tail.”

“How terrible it is to love something death can touch.”

“Come here, closer… If you do not get out of my way, I have no qualms about leaving you dead in the dirt too. Now, is there something more you wished to say? Or do you tire of wasting breath?”

“That was needlessly reckless. You are stupid. And yet, the help is appreciated nonetheless…"

“Think of rot less like poison—poison is a natural artifact of the world, a defensive substance imbued in flesh, or breath… Scarlet rot is but the world’s desperate scrambling for life and death to resume unfettered. In another world, perhaps it’d draw to life that which should not have stayed dead. But in this world, where gold is worthless with its abundance, well… the rot consumes.”

“How does that work?”

“Can you teach me?”

Tagging: @miserycorde @yellowfingcr @necrophcge @hexenjagd @fishermcn and anyone else who'd like this!

[rotten-pest]

(Malenia those are your kids (?) Meddles and Cotesia have been hyping this moment up for like forever! a joke for @necrophcge)

[rotten-pest]

(The duality of interacting with two VERY different muses @necrophcge / @fishermcn )

[rotten-pest]

@necrophcge also Meddles calling Cotesia out stealing Bug Vibes

[shimmerbeasts]

Little Things About the Mun

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or more piercings / i have at least one or more tattoos /i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language (German [native], English, pisspoor French [learned in school, but do not ask me to speak it]) / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read (I like to but I don't actively do so cause time) / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years (Only if we count online friendships)/ i am an only child

Tagged by: @ferinehuntress

Tagging: @jynxd / @faerunscursed, @necrophcge, @bas0rexias, @moxxietude, @warwaited, @ruinouss, @wildskissed, @playgroundmonsters, @countlessrealities, @the-rogue-dragon

[rotten-pest]

NAME:

Fishee/Fishes

PRONOUNS:

she/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?

Just Cotesia atm

RP PET PEEVES?

Not particularly any I can think of – I like to keep things collaborative and open. Writing fights tends to stress me out more than annoy me just because I never want to be in a place where either my muse gets treated poorly or I treat someone else’s that way unintentionally (eg power gaming or similar). I think lots of issues can get resolved ahead of time by discussing the major plot beats.

Again, less of a peeve and more of a stress thang but sometimes when a thread fizzles out I feel a bit bad ;;

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?

Hm well I used to RP on a game called Blockland in the ~Dark Ages~, then I moved to tumblr with my first dark souls and bloodborne blogs (moreso bb, my ds one never especially took off as I kinda missed the boat). I think I stopped about 2017? and just restarted like,, last month? So in total maybe something like 7 or so years.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?

I’m not really sure! Cotesia lends herself to being somewhat angsty at times. In past it was definitely more angst. TBH I like my rping like I like most of my writing, giving levity where its needed and reflecting on tragedy otherwise. And violence. Smut I’m kinda *shrug* about, I haven’t done it but I’m not opposed either, but Cotesia is not really the muse for it atm. I actually haven’t decided how she feels about sex...

PLOTS OR MEMES?

I prefer to plot out but memes are really good with coming up with ideas, or getting me to think about things I haven’t thought of before. Memes are better for short interactions too, which can be nice for fleshing out little things.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?

Usually long! I try to match substantively but there are some times where a short, direct reply, is perfect.

TIME TO WRITE?

I’m unemployed rn so you may have noticed its any time I’m awake but usually closer to midday/afternoon/evening. I like to think ahead of time so usually come around to writing/editing my reply later.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?

Maybe? Everyone puts a little of themselves into the things they make. I think Cotesia reflects some negative qualities of mine—eg being Really Intense at times, flipping between being patient/kind and then being uncontrollably angry, also just general alienation/isolation. But she has good qualities too—she cares for Millicent so much that leads her to eventually allowing Millicent to die the way she wants to, healing a little bit of Cotesia’s wounds wrt Malenia. Cotesia’s unabashedly curious, and she’s confident and thoughtful. Also much of her notions about the True Nature of Rot TM is with regards to my own studies in ecology, which I think is just fun.

tagged by: @necrophcge Thank you!!

tagging: I believe everyone’s been tagged already lol, but feel free to swipe this if you haven’t already

[rotten-pest]

What tarot card are you?

Justice

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

Tagged by @yellowfingcr !

Tagging: @fulgurantfirstborn @necrophcge @izar-tarazed @miserycorde and anyone else who'd like to !

[faerunscursed]

WHAT KIND OF TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

wrong place, wrong time

it shouldn’t have been you. oh my love, you should have lived. if only. if only you had made a right instead of a left. if only your friend hadn’t had so much to drink. if only it hadn’t rained last night. then everything would be fine. a butterfly could have flapped its wings at another time and you would have have been fine. safety was so close, and yet so far. but alas, the stars just had to align.

self-inflicted

you were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it. not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper. every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

Tagged by : @necrophcge and @ferinehuntress

Tagging: You :p

[ferinehuntress]

💧 DROPLET , ❤️ RED HEART, 💀 SKULL — how has [Ketheric Thorm]'s death influenced your outlook on life, if anything? ((for dame aylin :y

◈　 ⇢  @necrophcge　 ⋯　 DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS 💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them? / ❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others? / 💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?

Even as the dead king lays in ash and blood, his name continues to haunt her mind and many questioned her of him. Her fingers curled as she growled, a wolfish action that she did not care to hide. "Why must you wrought my mind so with the cursed man's name?" Aylin demanded the nameless one as she turned her head away from him and threw her wings outward, stretching them far and wide as they shimmered in the sun's rays. Those wings flittered once and then folded against her back. "He did not influence my outlook on life, any more than Mykrul has. I still believe in the good of people, and that most are searching for a path to live their life. Men like him should have no bearing or influence over the minds of others. All he caused me was a bitter hatred til I saw him dead. He deserves no more words from my mouth than what I spoke to him the day I killed him. He is a traitor, a betrayal, and the likes of the world she has never seen," Aylin snapped her lips in fevor rage before taking a breath.

"Enough of him," She demanded and waved her hands. Instead, she turned her thoughts to the next question, yet still more somber than the last. Her icy blue eyes turned to look at her hand, flexing the massive palm to see the rippled scars upon it, tracing up her arm. Cracked and glittering underneath the sun, a reminder of all the torture the Sharrans and Shar herself had wrecked upon her. "I...I do not know, how to speak of such thoughts," Aylin whispered, her voice sounding less angelic and more down to earth. She struggled, her brows pressed downward as she brushed her palm against her chest, tugging out her shirt, and shook her head. "Something is... amiss. Shattered glass where once solid stone stood. I feel it, at night. Tossing, turning, wrought in a battle of nightmares and terrors. Only when I wake up, does the loss torment me worse. Something... something is gone, and I don't know what it is, nor where it has gone. All I know, is I wake up crying, the breath gone from my lips as I mourn what used to be. I grieve myself, mortal. I grieve for what I used to be, and wonder if I shall ever be whole again. My dear Isobel provides me the strength I need, but even I find it difficult when those horrors haunt the edges of the mind,"

Aylin faded from her speech, for now, no longer talking. Her eyes stared into the distance as if piercing through the clouds and sky and looking into nothing but emptiness. Despite standing there, she didn't know what she was staring at, as if the world continued to move and yet she wasn't there. Briefly, it felt dreamlike as Aylin shook her head, trying to ground herself again. Isobel would always rub her wrist to her palm and so she reached down and started to press her thumb against her wrist, pushing upward to the center of her hand. Her mind silently listed things she saw around her before blinking and returning to reality.

"Tis the third question, that, I can answer," Aylin grinned as she gave a flap of her wings. "My moon lily, my lovely Isobel, I love to sing songs and speak with such poetic rhymes to her. Such words of affirmation, sweetly speaking with delightful memories of words I once read. Yet she is my living poem, my beautiful book open for me to read over and over. So perfect, tis she. But, I also love quality time. One of the first nights with my dear love was in the middle of a rose garden. Not only did we speak poems to each other, but she showed me all the night flowers that blossomed in the rays of the moon. It was such a beautiful time, and at times we would walk silently, and yet, I could not be more enamored by her time. tis hard, to claim one love language, when I like to grace my love with all of them. I will shower her with gifts, kiss her hand, help her dress, and aid her in any way possible. My heart yearns to always offer her what she needs," She finished off the questions with the last one, one that held my love in her heart then the heavy topics from the first ones. She hoped it satisfied the mortal, though she was more than willing to talk about the light of her life even more if they gave her a chance to.

[ferinehuntress]

◈　 ⇢  @he-who-meddles　 ⋯　 Umprompted Ask . 　　　❝ Nightsong, sing for us o' Nightsong, the disciples of Sharr mock from behind their grim masks as they flit between the eternal shadows ever closer. Nightsong, weep for us o' Nightsong, they jeer as they cleave and cut with gleaming blades her porcelain flesh from bone. Divine life splatters across the stone dias, cracks are hewn into the immortality of her person, all to precede the wretched finale of that fell spear lancing her heart to the cry of Nightsong, Nightsong, o' Nightsong... only to rouse again in darkness, ever surrounded by the darkness of Shadowfell. A wheel of pain ever circling onward, onward, interrupted only by the offering of a gruesome claw and a voice that does not demand but inquire only ever by her name. "Aylin. Bargain with me, Aylin." ❞

The winged Aasimar fought, she defied the shadowed zealots as they stood around her. One of their own had finished the gauntlet and was here to claim her prize. She glowered at the brunette, the sneer on her lips as she flourished her blade.

"Cowards!" Aylin exclaimed as she tried to pull her arm away, but the mage's hands had twisted into a set of chains, pulled upward and attached to the floating rocks above. Cowards, every last one. They couldn't even face her in a proper fight, left in chains as she hissed when blade met flesh. It weaved into her body, slicing at flesh, gashes opened up as her ruby-red blood stained the ground. Still, she continued to resist the temptation of crying out, knowing that was their challenge, their purpose. To make the Nightsong sing, as they like to say. For her voice to echo screams in this shadowfell. She could see Shar, overcast in the distance with a cruel smile on her lips.

Not only did she have a Selunite in her possession, but none other than the daughter of Selune herself. A prize, a trophy, one she would flaunt in front of her sister for as long as she was caged in this place. The slice of the knife cut against her underarm as Aylin gritted her teeth and nearly bit her tongue in the process. She violently pulled against her chain, unable to fight against the sadistic behavior of these initiates. "I will not, I will NOT GRANT YOU YOUR SONG!" Aylin screamed out toward the soon-to-be justiciar, as the others chanted, and the blade slammed into her gut.

A gasp of pain echoed in her lips but still no cry. However, the tears did start to fall, the pain coursing her body as she took more than what was humanly possible. Her wings thrashed behind her, also chained to the ground so that she could not even use her powerful wings to throw these zealots off the rock. The cry of pain finally came went the sword met the base of her wing, knawing and slicing through as Aylin let out a gut-wrenching scream. As soon as it echoed off the rocks, did the justiciars cheer. She lost the battle, every time. Desperation made her cling to any hope to not give in, and yet she couldn't.

The final act of defiance was the tear-streaked glower, as she looked up and the spear slammed into her heart she couldn't even cry at that point. Death was brief, as her head hung down, lifeless with blood staining the entire ground.

How long had it been? The whisper of her name caused her head to shake, chains no longer holding her (until the next initiate came through). Her hands pressed down against the rock as she looked at her chest. The wound healed, for now, but the golden scar started to grow greater and more prominent each time she was stabbed. "Bargain?" Venom left her lips, unsure of who it was. Perhaps another Sharran trick, as she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees but nearly collapsed forward once again. Her throat burned forward water, her stomach ached for food. Fingers reached back to feel her wings had grown back. She must have been out for a week if not two. The blood was dry on the ground, but it was starting to turn the rock rusted red.

"Why would I bargain with the likes of you, Charlatan? Come out of the shadows, and dare face the might  of the Moon Warrior!" Aylin shouted, trying to form some pretense of power despite her helpless predicament. She knew who it was, this creature of shadows, always asking for a bargain. How many years had it been? Time passed differently in the shadowfell, but she knew it had to be a few years at least, perhaps a decade already.

It was all she had, was her words. She clung to them like moss on a tree.