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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? ❞

[oakthcrn]

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection

accepting @wrlckd

Caelum was dead. There was no changing it. His soul was gone. The ground was growing colder as the blood from her gaping wound stained the grass. Her abdomen was torn asunder. It had happened too quickly for Lark to recall fully, but she did remember the Teifling in the Devil's mask, and then the flash of his blade.

He brutalized Caelum and then afflicted her with the grievous wound for ever daring to stop him. Now she was going to die beside her husband. She just hoped that she would reunite with him in the next life.

With the last bit of strength she could muster, Lark Oakthorn shifted until she was upon her back. The sky had been unusually clear that night, perhaps it was some small gift granted to her in her last moments.

' If you continue to lay here, you'll die. '

Lark blinked. Was she going mad? She could've thought she heard someone speak, but then again, she couldn't be sure. Her brows furrowed as her eyes began to grow heavy.

' If you shut your eyes girl, you'll shut them forever. '

Lark scoffed and tried to glance around, but the pain was thrumming through her, there would be no moving.

" My wound is deep..." she muttered hoarsely. " There is nothing I can do..." her voice strained, and her chest ached deeply, she was slowly suffocating.

' There is always something you can do. ' The voice said. ' Simply make a pact with me and you'll be healed. '

Lark fought against the approaching darkness that wished to claim her, her gaze fixated at a being manifesting right before her. The stranger stood over six foot easily, dark and covered from feathers. She heard the cackling of a crow in the distance, and then another. Lark could distinguish a terrifying figure before her. Long sleek black hair draped on each side of his skill head, but not just any kind of skull, it was equine in nature. From its skeletal face sprouted knotting antlers. An Archfey, Lark concluded.

" I don't want...to die." Lark managed to say despite the air becoming fleeting in her lungs.

' Make a pact with me, and I will heal you. I wish for you to live. '

Lark shivered and stared at the being before her. It would be foolish to give her life to a patron, but something about those dark pits that had a pinch of concern in them. Their words were genuine.

Exhaling a resigned sigh.

" Alright. I shall make a pact with you." She found herself saying. Ina sudden flash, the pain was gone, her torso stitching itself back together and in the span of an eyeblink, Lark was standing upright, naught a scar or speck upon her.

Glancing up at her savor, Lark stared at him with a look of awe. An Archfey healed her in the exchange of her soul.

" Why would you help me?" she found herself asking.

The Archfey canted his head uncannily to the side at her question.

' Because I am quite fond of your hair color. '

Lark bit back a laughing sob and shook her head. " Well thank you..." she began. Now that she was no longer on Death's doorstep, her fear turned to anger towards her assailant.

" That maniac killed my husband." she seethed as tears pricked her eyes.

The Archfey summoned a handkerchief and held it to her. Lark slowly took it from him and stared. " So...what must I do for you? You have my soul in a pact now."

' Live ' he spoke, his voice gentle. ' and if you were to get revenge on your assailant...then I will lend you my power. '

Lark stared at him for a moment. She wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

" Thank you...What is your name?"

' Orias.' and within another blink of an eye, he was gone. Lark glanced around for a moment before settling beside the body of her husband. The growing need for revenge growing within her heart. She would track down the madman that did this and she would use every tool at her disposal to make him suffer, just as Caelum suffered. That, she would call upon her new patron for.

[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 ? ❞

[archivestarlyht]

feylost wizard brain rot starter call  /  @wrlckd

he scritched under the owlbear cub's neck as though he were a friend discovering someone for the first time in years.   the creature chirped with delight.   “he's been looking for you    -----   or at you,”   he said,   tenderly ruffling the cub behind an ear.   it leaned so sweetly into the touch,   he offered another rewarding ruffle.   “you're lucky.”   difficult creatures to tame even in the fey realm.   or,  he thought.  or he thought he could recall.   but people here spoke of them with fear.   that was something.   maybe different from what he remembered.   but he wasn't very good at remembering.   

[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.

[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?"

[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.