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[seluniite-archived]

bard and sunny just play barbies with each other's tavs. / @wrlckd

[refabled]

@wrlckd : shippy starters ( x ).

❝ it's just this way, ❞ fable promises. branches crack underfoot as they follow a narrow path through a cluster of spindly-armed trees. leaving the bolster of the camp behind, fable tells herself that sylvn's hand in hers is just to keep from getting lost. but she knows exactly where she's going, and her hand is small and warm in his, so she's a little lying liar. cheeks burning, she flashes him a small smile before pushing a final, flowering branch. ❝ we're here. ❞

she realizes, belatedly, he may not appreciate the view. the placid lake below ripples with sunlight, the sky clear save for a few cotton-candy clouds. ❝ gorgeous, isn't it? I was thinking we could go for a swim... if you wanted. ❞

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @wrlckd Raserei is his problem now

Well, it had been a time since he had been inside of a grove. And the last one had an ancient dragon as an archdruid. Though he doubted this place had a dragon lying about. If they did, the tieflings and the druids wouldn't be so scared of some goblins.

Though this Halsin was spoken of in high regard. That was promising in a situation that was doomed from the start. Still, as he looked around he didn't feel the power of nature, like he did in the other grove. He just felt fear. Tension so tight it threatened to snap. It called to him, beckoned him to make these fears bloom.

They just returned from attempting to kill Wyll's target, but that turned into something else entirely. And how the group had even more tieflings.

He looked over at Sylvn and the other companions. What a merry band of doom and gloom they were. He wanted to ask what was next, no he wanted to lay out a plan. But all he could do was feel this weight on his chest. What the hells were they supposed to do now. They had no real weapons or gear save for what they scavenged, and no money to help them if they had to rush to Baldur's Gate because Halsin couldn't save them.

"Well, if we plan on fighting a horde of goblins we are going to need to better prepare ourselves. There was that old temple near the crash. We might get lucky."

[lastborne]

"He saved me, again, and again, and again."

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[remaimed]

does your muse talk to themselves when they're alone? if so, how frequently and what about? if not, how else do they fill their alone time?

headcanon asks! // accepting! // @wrlckd

He does, but since getting the tadpole in his brain, he kind-of tries not to. scared someone or something will answer.

When he does talk to himself, it's usually about what he needs to do today or just thinking outloud.

[bhaalswn-arch]

📐 + 6'5 😌

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine! ( accepting !! )

Alkas: Fuck off and pin me to the wall.

[seluniite-archived]

i hate it here

every single time

[dreadgloom]

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

sexual tension prompts . . . accepting . . . @wrlckd

The muscles in their back tensed at the sudden touch. Pointed ears pricked up in alarm, ever alert for signs of danger . . . even as she found herself relaxing into the heat of the palm against the small of her back. Looking up at the half elf that towered over them, a small smirk tugged at her lips. ❝ You just cannot keep your hands off me today, ❞ the drow said, voice low so only Sylvn could hear what was said. ❝ Should I expect similar treatment when we get back to camp tonight as well? ❞

[gloomedhands]

@wrlckd [ tangle ] sender carefully knots their fingers with receiver's

Numbness began to settle in the depths of his dimming thoughts. Staring blankly out into the dark spaces of this horrid place. Only to feel several lifeless eyes stare back from the darkness. The brief glimpses of figures looming about outside the safety of the cleric’s magic. So grim and unforgiving it made the Underdark feel... safe. The one place that brought him so much torment and pain, his own personal hell, suddenly turned into that of a safe haven in his mind. How much more fucked could this place be to have him longing for it again? Hell-ish as the depths he once called home could be, it still teamed with life, light given off from the exotic fungi and plants that flourished in the darkness. People lived on and the wildlife still flourished. These lands… nothing could survive. 

The trees were rotted, the homes were collapsing in on themselves, and the scattered remains of those who perished left to decay where they fell decorated the ground. Death was not a new acquaintance in the hired blade’s life. No, he dare say they were more intimate. This was far less forgiving and it left him at ill ease. Yet not a soul would hear of it. Not of his woes with this place and the way it was slowly gnawing at him.

But some in this camp need not hear a peep of it to understand. As was evident when a warm hand carefully slides across his palm. Fingers intertwined together with a gentle squeeze. Dakara was drawn back to reality as he turned to meet Sylvn’s gaze. Concern mixed in those awfully pretty eyes of his. The ranger squeezes his hand as his free one moved to clasp over top of them. It was more than enough to ground him in that moment. “Nothing to worry about.” Confronting unspoken worry. Body leaned in as foreheads rested against each other, small smirk crawling across his lips ( though failed to meet pale hues ) . “My thoughts took me. Let us not stand idly for too long. Lest we wish to hear gossip of our laziness in camp.”

[seluniite-archived]

when @wrlckd and i decide that eira's goddess and syl's patron are gonna duke it out for one of their kids. comedy??? or tragedy?!?!?!?

[griefology]

@wrlckd :

"Excuse me?" His brows tip down, mouth falling slightly ajar. "You're telling me to leave? That I'm not welcome? I'm the one who paid for the room." He knows very well that she could afford to pay for the room herself, yet he had done so anyways, wanting to do something kind for her after they had snipped and snapped at each other the whole day on the road. "What if I told you that you're not welcome here? And then what?"

❝ mm, yes. i do believe that's what i said. ❞ nym lounges as comfortably as she can on the rickety little seat in the room, the table before her full of mead and breads and cheeses. it wasn't much, but it was certainly nicer than any camping accommodation. she should be kinder, she knows ——— but he's been on her case all day, and she was drawing it out out of spite. nym can't even remember what it was he'd angered her with, but she's fighting for it nonetheless.

❝ and would you ? tell me that ? will you tell me i'm not welcome ? ❞

[bladesingcr]

❛How do you feel about necromancy?❜

MAGIC WORLDS // accepting // @wrlckd

"Depends? Are you planning on raising an undead army? or just just planning on raising a family?" Harley had to hold back a a chuckle at their own joke, a grin playing on their lips.

[wildskissed]

Companion!Tav Asks - @wrlckd mused: Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

I love this! I've thought about it a lot actually, and I really do feel like just sneaking her in there with everyone else works with her own personal needs as well as theirs. PC meets her, she has clearly had a magical mishap (which PC can discern with a perception check) and from there, she's got this mission to swing by the forest because she wants to check on her family. Since the High Forest is in Northwest Faerun, it's not like it couldn't be a stop, and it's her main want other than getting the tadpole out of her head, which after Act I and Act II, turns into finding the Fey that awakened this power in the first place and having it out with them.

From there, she's also learning control along the way, and bonding with Karlach as the resident 'moms', and depending on how much she ends up being influenced by PC along the way, she'll lean more towards creation or destruction with her slowly more controlled spark of wild magic. She's the third resident time bomb, and while I think she defaults to a chaotic good kind of character, she could absolutely be influenced to be much darker if convinced that's how she can actually best protect the entire party.

[bhaalswn-arch]

“ ⛓ ”

IM ALL ABOUT THIS

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter. ( ACCEPTING )

It seemed reasonable for two fathers to arrange something for their children. And you're meeting him for the first time. Sylvn. Your hands are slick with blood, but your butler is already cleaning them for you before he sees someone like you. You murmur a thank you before descending the stairs, down to the main hall where you see him. A face like that made your heart skip. Holyfuckingshit. You keep it together as you curl your fingers into your palm to form a fist. Then you step closer.

This is the man you're going to marry.

"Hello there, I believe you already know who I am, right?"

[wildsraised]

cont’d from here. @wrlckd

tillie had only ever really felt true compassion for nature & animals, seldom ever for people. beasts were capable of great violence & bloodshed, but not for anything like status, politics, religion or money. no, that kind of selfish cruelty was reserved for people. for gods. sometimes the idea of turning into a wolf and ripping out the throats of every bad person who deserves it excites tillie in a way, and she can’t help but smirk fiendishly, rubbing her hands together at the thought like little devil, “i could get behind that. i hear the things astarion and karlach went through at the hands of other people, just needless cruelty, and i don’t think i’ve ever felt so enraged. so bloodthirsty.”

[ode-of-odr-archive]

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

"Not to put a fine point on this...but if I don't want something it is easy for me to make it so."

His words in equal measures a threat and a simple matter of stating a fact many seem to forget. Men his size and stature do not suffer things unless they want to.

Still, the demon spawn looked the other man over and relented a little so that the smaller man could see the wound. If not for his thick scales taking most of the hit, this would have been a much uglier wound, and likely much more dangerous.

"Do what you can, but if I suspect anything foul, I will eat you." again his tone was even. He is stating a fact as far as he is concerned. How that deep voice vibrated in the chest if one was close enough.

It carried the weight of the words better.