#venushorned

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠  。 。 。

             latest grave robbed: spotify wrapped 。 

@venushorned ⸻ 🎁 ⇄ 6. Joyride by Kesha

❝ Don't even try to give me shit. I've earned the right to be like this. ❞

[hopedflightarc]

the drow has been staring at gossamer with fascination for almost 5 minutes, her eyes focused intently on the golden adornments to her horns. she seems entirely entranced. seeming to snap herself out of whatever and wherever she had mentally decided to go to, she finally speaks, with a unmatched joy.

"you jingle." it's spoken with delight and perhaps a touch of envy. "it suits you." fely'ene nodded, giving gossamer a warm smile.

a starter from fely'ene for @venushorned

[relentlessgrief]

🚢 for @venushorned ? 🥺

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i’m willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i’d enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) fuck around a bit, play with stuff between jumping in and plotting.

what now?: let’s plot something | send me shippy memes | i’ll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i’ll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: 

I think that these two have SUCH potential!

I love Gen a lot. She's fucking gorgeous and it's been an honor to write with her so far. I also think that it's really neat that we both have tabletop dnd characters playing together from two different modules! Their timelines probably aren't all that far off either.

WITH OUR POWERS AND KNOWLEDGE COMBINED--WE CAN MAKE SOME SICKNASTY PLOTS!!!

[cauldronqveen]

❝ i can't even say he deceived me. i knew exactly what he was and i jumped in anyway. ❞ — from @venushorned

the look the archfey gives gossamer is not quite pity. no, pity was too removed from the emotions zybilna felt. it wasn't pity in her gaze, or even empathy. no, the vibrant gaze of the archfey look upon the tiefling with...sympathy and understanding.

she absently stirs her tea with a spoon, not even touching it. instead, the spoon stirs on it's own, the barest hint of her magic needed to do so. her gaze moves from gossamer to focus back on the chessboard between them. the balcony of her palace in prismeer overlooks the gardens, and dark clouds had begun to roll in to cover the once bright sun when the conversation had shifted to the topic of graz'zt.

she shakes her head, letting out a sigh, "demons are...tricky, deceitful creatures. foul, too. and, that's not even considering that the particular demon you find yourself embroiled with." there's a note of both distaste and curiosity as she speaks of demons. "even if you knew who he was, you still seem to have been misled, dear. it happens quite frequently to mortals." the condescension is clear as she speaks, her smile all saccharine and sweet.

"may i inquire as to the terms of the deal?" her intrigue is noticeable now, as zybilna moves her rook to capture a pawn, "i might be able to override it's magic." she offers, the suggestion so casual and benevolent.

[fatewoven]

Snow-laden in appearance, layered in perfumes and silk and finery that suits well the needs of any nobility within the Gate, none of it, despite the effort, completely masks the stench of Avernus emanating from @venushorned. A scent embittered in steel-sharp memory, nostalgic by only the merit of it being the only constant thing, burning mixed with blood and iron, it's an astringent, dissonant note amidst the opera's chorus-filled melodies. The heroine on stage sings, voice climbing higher, higher, and a few glasses shatter from the enchanting aria. The opposite of mindful when it comes to the unspoken roles of an opera house, Gortash speaks in a drawl, limbs sprawled as they observe from the upper balcony. "Tell me: Are plays equally boring from where you come from, or is this a particularly poor choice of entertainment on my part?"

[harpersoath]

“Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people.” - @venushorned

@venushorned

"as long as you don't have rabies and or vampirism..." neyvin makes a face. "one vampire in this lot in enough i think..."

then a small pause, and they let a smile curl their lip just a twinge as they add, "for the record, don't think biting people will make you any bigger, though."

[hopedflight]

we can’t sit here hoping for the best. - rhylzen from @venushorned

"you're absolutely right, gossamer." rhylzen intoned in a hissee whisper. his voicr is laced with a dry sarcasm, "we should sit around here hoping for the worst."

he exhales sharply, adjusting his place on the roof, supervising the firework shop across the street. "it's called reconnisance." he rolls his eyes. though the drow couldn't help but agree he hated sitting. this observing felt like an excuse to keep them out of the hair of the others. he could agree in reatlessness. it was partly why he was even more snappy than usual.

waiting on word of how the others were fairing across town at the wizard's tower. he really didn't like the does of having had to leave his sister there but he had to remind himself she wasn't the frightened little kid he had smuggled out on a hope and a prayer.

"we could head in..." he adjusts his pack, "i do have...semi legitimate reasons for inquiring after smoke powder." instinctively he pats the pistol at his side. truly miraculous it had lasted as far as it had despite everything.

@venushorned

[demonwebs-a]

he's a 10, but his goddess is a HUGE bitch who doesn't deserve him. and also he cannot be left unsupervised for more than fifteen minutes. @venushorned

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

❝ listen , if you're going to be completely rational about this i can't argue with you . ❞

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX. 

@venushorned sent:

thank you. don't ever do that again.

SOURCE: PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS.

SUCH CONFLICTING REMARKS . . .  Puck is not sure what to make of them. Is this how other people feel talking to him ？

His head cocks to one side then to the other as if trying to get the cogs moving within. Almost childish in his mannerisms, he fidgets. Scratches at the inside of his palm. ❝ I don't understand. Did I do something wrong ？ ❞

Puck, unbeknownst to him, has a tendency to assert dominance over those around him. Though he tries to appear be docile, the ranger can never fully stifle his urge to lead, to control ; he's a wolf pretending to be a lapdog. A bull who thinks it can squeeze itself into a mouse hole if it just tries hard enough.

He does not realize this about himself, for that instinct is often masked by his desire to help. He interrupts, stealing the reins & trampling over the very same people he wants to aid. This situation is, perhaps, an example of this behavior he tends to display.

❝ That man was about to stab you. I think a brick to the face was justified . . .  ❞

[relentlessgrief]

If there was any way to indicate Connor's shock, it would be the fact that his jaw dropped slightly to express such a feeling. Selling ones soul isn't uncommon, but... He had... hoped for something better. There was little room for judgement, lest the undead bound by Vecna throw stones in any glass house of his.

"The fact that you won is amazing. Demon lords are powerful. Extremely so. My and my own have fought Auril and won with the help of a God's chosen, but even then, it was a hard task. I cannot imagine a demon lord."

Auril was a goddess that was a lesser deity. And she'd be back, eventually. Gods usually had the means to do so.

"I wish I could say that I could fully protect you. Staying here in the meantime while we work on something could be a good bet... But... I cannot help but feel as if the Blackstaff academy would not take kindly to the idea of someone who would put the rest of us at risk to be here. So."

The undead taps at his chin.

"While we wait. I have a place of mine that you can stay. It is safe. And moreover, if anything goes wrong, the Academy will not blame you for it."

His countenance gave away little, as she might’ve expected, but Gossamer watched as he lifted the amulet.  It was old but well-crafted, a simple gold chain and rune-engraved pendant—many years ago, she’d stolen it from her mother before running away from home.  The Menagerie had possessed several specially commissioned for clients of the extremely paranoid variety, and she’d been wearing it more out of habit than necessity for years.

The red light behind his cavernous eye sockets might have taken her aback, but very little surprised Gossamer anymore.  She had battled undead and aberrations alike and bargained with liches;  Connor was only unusual to her in his gentleness. 

When he spoke Orcus’s name, her head tilted slightly, wondering why his mind immediately went to the Blood Lord. “No, not him, but close.  I would, um, rather not say his name, though.”  Although she was sure Orcus, whose name she also would not speak, was not so fond of her, either—but Gossamer hadn’t humiliated him.  Her party as a unit, perhaps, but not her.  She had certainly humiliated Graz’zt, though.

“I sold my soul.” She said it simply, casually, the way she might have commented on her afternoon plans.  “But it didn’t stick.  That is, I… gods, it’s a long story.  I needed his help to save someone, and after he’d saved them, I challenged him for my soul back.” It sounded insane and nonsensical enough now, she knew, and would only get worse as she added more detail.  “I did win it back, and technically, our deal was… honored, I suppose.  I’m just afraid to place my trust in a demon lord to consider such a score fairly settled, and I… don’t want to go back to the Abyss.”

[venushorned]

“in a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat. then she twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled; now she's fallen to her knees, but you couldn't ever tell.”

#VENUSHORNED, an independent and private roleplay blog for an original character of the dungeons & dragons setting with origins in the out of the abyss module. multiverse and crossover-friendly. 21+. penned by ophelia.

[azzagrazt]

I was going to earnestly try getting more caught up on writing before moving blogs, but I have to be realistic with myself about the likelihood of that. I'm going to work on the move today and then do my best to pick up threads and asks on the new page.

It'll be a single D&D-focused hub containing both Graz'zt and @venushorned as sideblogs, which will allow me to add muses and generally manage both current characters a little better.

[slaycults]

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She's fast on her feet -- he'll give her that. She lashes out with viper like reflexes and finds himself working hard to keep pace with her. In the end he just barely manages to block a powerful strike to his chest. Sadly it seems she planned that, with her taking advantage of the momentum to twirl behind him.

Spinning on his heels, he makes a grab for her arm. "As long as you are within arm's reach, I would say that I am caught up."

Kenichi dropping his blade sent a thrill through her from crown to tail-tip, and Gossamer smiled. They were shifting the balance of things now—playing by her rules. Part of her wanted another drink before things got started, but it was too late. She was already moving, assessing his stance, searching for her way in.

The goal was to get him chasing her, but to do that, she needed provocation. Her footwork in the approach was as deliberate and precise as it ever was on polished stage floors, bringing her rapidly within range to deliver a viper-like strike at his chest—quick and controlled, testing his reflexes. It was easy to block, but that had been the goal.

Feinting left, she disengaged and twirled behind him, laughing.

“I’d tell you to hit me with yours, but you’re going to have to catch me first. Think you can keep up?”

[tamedstray]

𝑫𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ⸻ Difficult person test ☼

Assassin era on the left, tadpole era on the right <3 His manipulation is situational, and even then, he tries to be sincere any chance he gets 😭 Way too trusting given his profession, though it takes building up his trust (and a surprisingly small amount of mead.) Surprised to see his risk-taking go up in the second part! I attribute that to the fact that any risks he takes later in life are by choice, as well as his overall growing confidence. Though, he takes fewer risks if he has a family <3

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 @chainedbychoice (thank you !! 🥲) 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 Sorry if any of you have done it yet, but, @dirthenasalin @virdirthcra, @fortunesblade, and @venushorned (+ anyone else who feels like it <3)

[relentlessgrief]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

it feels like home

you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe. you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried, but that doesn't matter. what matters is your kindness and compassion, your innate way of making people feel happy. you're so good at taking care of everybody else, but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! you deserve the same love you give so freely

tagged by: @tamedstray (ily tysm!!)

tagging: @dvilsdesire @packless @maestrojax @venushorned and anyone else that reads this because there’s a tag limit and I hate it

[menzoberranzanprincess]

Which flower represents you?

Amaryllis, Pride.

you think yourself above others, whether consciously or not. your deeds are always comparatively more impressive... and you want to tell others of your accomplishments. perhaps, though, you should temper this pride, or eventually it may be the only thing keeping you company.

Tagged by: @harpershigh

tagging: @fatewr1te (anyone), @silvertiefling @vaeldrow @venushorned and anyone who has ever played a druid