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Valen grimaced, teeth clenched, as he witnessed her lifting the mug. His fingers, from the displaced hand that now lay on the table, curled with effort to not reach out and do something.

However, this was also the same woman who practically catapulted a headhunter, a drow under the employ of the Valsharess, into the gaping pits below before he could even get a word in. Unless the speech he had practiced for her already included screaming from the beginning. The monk's feet had barely touched the surface of the narrow bridge to deliver a swift kick, launching him into the canyon, without breaking a sweat. To think - all that training that elf went through could not hold up to death-by-inertia.

Could Twyla handle this just as easily? His hand relaxed a little. There was no doubt she was superhuman in many aspects, maybe extending to her tolerance as well. Besides, the mug was already to her lips and he was powerless to intervene now.

Seconds later he sensed the immediate regret, the proof of which displayed in the way she gripped his hand. The force of it could easily surpass a vice. Now that had to be his cue; he hurriedly reached over to brace his arm around her back. Valen held her steady as he cast his gaze about the room.

Twyla sensed someone's attention... and they certainly had it. Not one, but three - no, five, six other bar patrons stared expectantly. Obviously they had the forethought to decline a drink, but from those curious gazes it was telling enough that they wanted to see what it would do. Valen glared. Several of them uncomfortably returned to business, only glancing back from the corner of their eyes. Among them was surely at least one opportunist, the tiefling assumed.

"Twyla," he prompted. Though his tone was gentle, his gaze flitted about her face anxiously. "Are you all right?" A most ridiculous question, he was well aware - of course she was not all right. But to what extent?

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The monk shifted her head slightly, listening to Valen then turned to listen to the room about them. Puzzling indeed, and Twyla thought, maybe worth solving. “Well, happy to be the first I suppose. I’d like to try a drink, please.”

The construct rumbled as it turned to pour this thick sludge into a mug. Twyla was not reassured by the sound it was making, reminding her of a time she’d been stuck in a swamp for over a tenday. She shuddered but straightened up when the mug was slid in front of her. “Cheers.”

She leaned a little closer to her companion. “Please tell me it looks better than it sounded.”

Valen’s audible, stuttered, hesitating intonation as he began his sentence likely provided all the answer she needed. “A-ah… it’s… worse. Are you truly going to drink this, Twyla?” Before she could get a proper grip on the handle and maybe make a mistake without realizing it, Valen placed his palm over the rim to pin it to the table. He glanced fearfully to the golem, uncertain if it would take offense to rejection and attack. That would be the last thing they needed in their one haven from the mindflayers.

And yet… If sewage were a pudding, it might begin to approach the level of atrocity that was this beverage.

#rp #illmatyrs blind devotion #a drink? #hotu chapter 2

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Delightfully Domestic Starters

“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”

“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”

“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”

“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”

“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”

“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”

“How was your day at work?”

“I’m going to need a bath…”

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”

“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”

“Leftovers, or more take out?”

“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”

“When was that garden gonna get started again?”

“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”

“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”

“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”

“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”

“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”

“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”

“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”

“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”

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*No*, Deekin, do *not* approach that trap.

You advertise raybands to Deekin? You thinks Deekin need raybands??

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NWN:EE is on a special sale until June 28!

There’s a sale on GOG.com, and NWN:EE is currently 4.99! This is a great opportunity to get the game if you were waiting to get a good bargain on it. Come enjoy a classic - if you liked Baldur’s Gate 1 and 2, you may enjoy this little treasure as well.

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You are not always going to have the inspiration to write. And that’s okay.

      You are not always going to have the energy to write. And that’s okay. 

          You are not always going to have the time to write. And that’s okay. 

Real life and health are more important than RP. Remember to take care of yourself. Be kind to yourself. And, please, never push yourself for the sake of this hobby.  Real life and health are more important than RP.

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🌑 - As quietly as a shadow Anande draws closer to Valen in hopes to alleviate the cold of the Hells.

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Valen hadn’t noticed Anande until she was practically right there beside him - in hindsight he should be used to it by now, but it still gave him a slight jolt of surprise. More and more, these days, she was demonstrating just how full of those little surprises she was.

In reply to her affectionate gesture, Valen pulled her in closer and sighed contentedly into her hair. The chill of Cania persisted, but Valen could swear that the hells had just gotten a little warmer with Anande there in his arms.

#undyingembers

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90% Ray Bans?! Hot dog!

((I know, right? Deal of the centuryyyYYWAITTA MINUTE--))

#ooc #nuclearpastababy

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reblog if your muse is   ( D R A M A T I C ™ ) 

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Neverwinter Nights: Enhanced Edition is 5 bucks, y’all

Go ahead and grab it from either GOG.com or from Steam! This is a really good deal for either yourself or someone you might wanna drag into this fandom. 😜

#ooc

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🌑 👀

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Valen, already half-asleep, sighed happily. With one arm he lifted the sheets to invite Mhyrcala in with him, and then pulled her in closer so that he could spoon her. It was delightfully comfortable under the covers, and in this close proximity it would be easy to feel the rough stubble on his chin and his heartbeat thumping in his chest.

The tiefling gave a slight shiver, tail flicking about erratically as he did so. “Your feet are cold,” mumbled Valen into her hair.

#rp #CUTENESS #im-the-reckless #mhyrcala

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Valen attests to the fact that the Doom Song is, indeed, an instant boner-killer.

NSFW asks: 16, 17, 18, and 20?

RANDOM OC NSFW ASKS

16. Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

On her first years of freedom Mhyrcala turned into a wild thing. Bad choices galore. One night, while drinking on the tabern partially (If not totally) owned by the Guild, a half-elven “bard” approached her.  He was good-looking and wasn’t completely wasted so she decided to ignore the lamest pick-up lines she ever heard (in that moment she thought those were very charming but she would never admit it now), an accepted his invitation to have sex.

He kissed her like a horny teen, disgusting, and with barely any foreplay decided to hump her like a rabbit. That, plus: his tongue on her neck feeling more like a mop, his “dirty talk” making her laugh in both common and elven, and not even having the decency of lasting more than two minutes (by clock) in the main event still makes Mhyrcala giggle in distress and scrub her skin to get rid of the horrid sensation of ever being a victim of this kind of bullshit. 

Sad way to lose your virginity.

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

“Doom” should be enough.

18. Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

Oh, she has a lot. But I guess her top five are: Wrists being pinned, hair pulling, being pinned to the bed or being carried, and last but the most important: hand holding.

20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

Nothing at all, so there’s no losing time taking clothes off. But if Valen ever did any lingerie, Mhyr is totally into it.

#nsfw #im-the-reckless #asdfg

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Valen bit his lower lip as Mhyrcala rubbed herself teasingly against his sensitive tip. Although he would have loved to savor the sensation of her warm center so tauntingly close, they could not draw it out longer than necessary. Valen sought her hands and pulled her arms towards him, allowing Mhyrcala’s back to arch in an acceptable position for him to take her from behind. A heavy puff of visible air left his mouth as he groaned, sliding himself inside of her wet entrance. His hips drew flush against her backside before backing out, his hands firmly clasping hers within them.

The tiefling adjusted his position standing behind her and continued to seek out a rhythm. It wasn’t the most comfortable he’d been while making love. Not by a long shot. Yet the recollection of the marilith, in comparison, gave him a newfound appreciation for their naughty exploits in the snow field.

“Feeling warmer yet, my love?” sultrily breathed Valen against Mhyrcala’s neck as he searched for an angle to make her gasp. His tail swished and flicked about erratically, following the quickening beat of his heart. 

👋

Mhyrcala gasped in surprise when Valen’s hand hit her bottom. She had just bent down to retrieve some arrows from a dead foe, but never was her intention to be “sexy” at the moment.

“What was that for?” She asked with a chuckle “Im starting to think the whole fight-then-fuck-in-the-open is some kind of kink of yours.”

#nsfw #rp #smack! #im-the-reckless #HotU chapter 3

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The monk shifted her head slightly, listening to Valen then turned to listen to the room about them. Puzzling indeed, and Twyla thought, maybe worth solving. “Well, happy to be the first I suppose. I’d like to try a drink, please.”

The construct rumbled as it turned to pour this thick sludge into a mug. Twyla was not reassured by the sound it was making, reminding her of a time she’d been stuck in a swamp for over a tenday. She shuddered but straightened up when the mug was slid in front of her. “Cheers.”

She leaned a little closer to her companion. “Please tell me it looks better than it sounded.”

Valen’s audible, stuttered, hesitating intonation as he began his sentence likely provided all the answer she needed. “A-ah... it’s... worse. Are you truly going to drink this, Twyla?” Before she could get a proper grip on the handle and maybe make a mistake without realizing it, Valen placed his palm over the rim to pin it to the table. He glanced fearfully to the golem, uncertain if it would take offense to rejection and attack. That would be the last thing they needed in their one haven from the mindflayers.

And yet... If sewage were a pudding, it might begin to approach the level of atrocity that was this beverage.

#rp #illmatyrs-blind-devotion

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Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

#meme

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Mhyrcala took his hand to enter the bathtub, at first unsure of where should she sit. She took her place sitting in front of him, the sigh  that came out of her lips  sounding almost like a pleasured moan. Finally she was feeling something warm on her skin, her sore body slowly relaxing.

“Give me a moment…” It was hard to find a position to get all of her hair wet, but once she found it she just made a quick work of it. Once she re-emerged from the water, she just sat there for a moment. There was a topic she wanted to discuss, but wasn’t entirely sure on how to start.

“So, um… we’re getting married” There was something about that statement that made her smile, and she hoped that the warm feeling of her cheeks was because of the water and not because she was blushing. “Did you have anything in mind about it? I don’t know, maybe in name of what deity are we to get married? Because something tells me we won’t do it in the “elven way”. Should I wear an engagement ring? Not that you have to buy me anything, I have a lot of rings, I could just pick one…”

Sharp blue eyes followed her body as she lowered herself into the bath, appreciating the nearly ethereal way Mhyrcala looked as she began to unwind. The way she leaned her head back and arched her form as her hair clung to her nudity could not have been a more alluring sight. Valen suppressed the longing to hold her, only for just a little while longer. Mhyrcala needed room to bathe herself, after all.

Valen watched her ramble, and hardly having ever seen her so excited or nervous he could only describe this as adorable. Expression amused, he placed a dripping hand on her collar and kissed the side of her forehead. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining happily. “My love,” he replied with a note of laughter in his voice, “where is the hurry to decide here and now? Surely our minds will be clearer once we are settled in and restful?”

Although after stopping to consider the options, he replied thoughtfully, “What would you say if I were to suggest the Seer officiate our wedding? I follow no god or goddess, but I would still be proud to have our marriage validated in the eyes of Eilistraee. That is,” Valen added tentatively, “unless you... have something else in mind?” He reached for the soap and lathered it against her soft skin, a gesture of intimacy he had never had the opportunity to express before.

#rp #heartseeker #im-the-reckless #post HotU

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As she stepped forward, Twyla could feel the movement of the golem ahead of them, as metal and stone moved over one another the trembling washed past her like a gentle wave. He was pretty massive.

The scrape of the stool brought her attention back and she nodded in Valen’s direction, placing a hand on the seat before sliding upon it, resting her staff in the crook of her elbow and turning towards the rumbling voice above them. “Well, it seems fairly busy at the moment, perhaps your creator wasn’t entirely wrong. I know we are grateful for it currently.” She smiled, hopefully in the right direction.

“So what would be on the menu?”

The golem creaked thoughtfully. “In all this time, you are the first ones to ask me for service,” it admitted ponderously.

Valen peered around them, raising one eyebrow. “How are we the first ones to ask for service?” he said to Twyla. “There is a group of duergar over there, and some lizardfolk on the other side. This place is not empty in the least. Perhaps even they fear the golem.”

“I can offer you a drink,” the terrifying guardian in a bowtie answered the blind monk. Valen watched the exchange curiously, eyes flitting back to the golem before settling on Twyla once more.

#rp #illmatyrs-blind-devotion #HotU Chapter 2

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Blindsided by his blunt question, she let out a soft, small disbelieving laugh, almost unheard with how quiet her voice was. “And here I thought I was being sneaky not naming the place or people in question.” A rueful smile pulled at her features for a moment, a hand coming up to brush her hair back behind an ear as the wind tossed it enough it almost flew into her face.

“Yeah, you are correct. I am indeed the Hero of Neverwinter.” She decided to skip over dancing around it, she wasn’t exactly trying to hide it either way even if she was ashamed of it, she’d rather not bring it up on her own but she wouldn’t deny it, she turned and met his gaze evenly, open and honest in tone and gaze. “Hero of Neverwinter I am, though I do not feel deserving of the title.” Fenthick and Aribeth, she couldn’t save them what true hero would let those innocent of the crimes they were accused of die-

She grimaced, tugging on a bracer for a moment. She honestly didn’t expect him to outright ask if she was the hero of Neverwinter, and now she really wasn’t sure what exactly to say after admitting it and accidentally letting it slip she did not feel she deserved the title. It had been so long since she talked about it, she’d kept herself hidden away in Drogan’s tower and the village of Hilltop mastering her magic for so long that she was certain most people thought she was dead due to her vanishing without a trace, that she didn’t keep that last part that often haunted her thoughts when it came up quiet(probably due to her talking with Serenity about it a few times), otherwise she’d have likely kept her mouth shut regarding it.

Valen watched her discomfort and realized that pressing Seraph so soon after she had exerted herself likely was not doing much to help her. She’d only now just gotten something resembling rest on the boat. Still...

“I... apologize for making you uncomfortable, my lady. Although I knew of the tragedy in Aribeth’s passing, little has been said of the woman they call a hero. And with how you reject your title, it appears the public knew even less about you than they thought they did,” he mused, no longer as pointed as he was before.

Silence again came over them until Valen broke the stillness between them once more. “I admit I am interested in the opportunity of getting to know you outside of rumor and expectation. Not as who people think you are.” He frowned thoughtfully. “I believe in actions over words. What you do will always speak louder than what you say - and I will be here to watch you, Seraph.”

Valen hesitated, as though unsure how to pursue his question, and spared a glance at her through his peripheral vision. “I would like to know something. But if you would prefer to retire, my questions can wait.”

#rp #otherworlder-hero-of-faerun #Dark dreams among watery waves #HotU Chapter 2