#moonridge

[herspawn]

❝ you know, sometimes, i just don't want to think about the tadpole and the, ah... impending potential mindbreak. sometimes, i'd like to pretend it's just like a big sleepover or something like that bringing us all together. come here, i'll braid your hair. ❞

It had been a long day of travel and she was definitely feeling it as they walked. When they did finally make camp, she just leaned against one of the logs they pulled around the fire. To relax and also try not to think about the squirming tadpole behind her eye. She turned her attention to them as they spoke. Same sentiments but the offer to have someone do her hair had an actual smile grow on her lips. It had been awhile and she wasn’t going to turn it down.

“ Okay, hold on. ” She had to undo the buns that sat on her head, long inky black hair cascading down her back as they fell. She moved over to sit in front of the tiefling before getting comfortable. “ I don’t have a brush right now BUT it should fine without one. ” She didn’t want to have to move to her pack that was across the way.

#moonridge #this is too cute I’m already gonna die #𝕴 ‣ ❝ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 — answered. ❞

[bhaalswn-arch]

"i think i deserve a kiss"

kiss prompts. ( accepting !! )

His hands were on his hips. "Do you think you deserve one, Ozus?" The sorcerer question, a slight smile on his mouth. "Because you have to say at least a please before getting one. I give kisses based on manners. That or getting paid to do as such. So it's either a please or a few gold."

#[ 07 ] ── * ANSWERED ( 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ) #moonridge

[faereun]

continued from here / @moonridge

from ozus's sleep - heavy eyes, to the low mutter of their voice as they   [ hum  and  haw ]   over genesis patching them up, the druid finds that she perhaps might be the slightest bit fond of her tiefling companion. against all odds , considering how more often than not she finds herself bumping heads with the   WILLFUL  ,  CONTRARY  TYPES   .   'i could've handled it myself,'   they assert, and genesis clicks her tongue. tsk. she holds up her alchemy pouch and dangles it in front of him pointedly.   'yes, i'm sure you could've. big powerful warlock you are, and all. but this is sort of my thing, so. might as well let me do my job,'   she chides, beginning to pack up the excess herbs she hadn't used.   'a simple thanks would've gone over wonderfully, in case you were wondering,' she adds   after  a  beat   , not bothering to look up from her task to meet ozus's gaze. they   probably  won't  thank   her, and she doesn't really expect them to  —  but hells if she isn't going to tease him about it, at the very least.   'that starts to get infected, you let me know. or don't. i'm not your keeper.'

#GENESIS. in character #GENESIS. act ? #moonridge

[faithbled]

"are you alright?" the night had been bloodier than kindreth and, he imagines, the nearby stranger had imagined. that was the risk of travelling of night — any creature that wandered the dark could spot potential prey faster than most. blood (not his own, thank the gods) is wiped from his hands, gaze of concern focused on his sudden battle companion. "allow me to heal your wounds, as thanks for the assist." || @moonridge

#moonridge #hope this is alright !

[lunarscaled]

🍫

11.11 ( POCKY DAY )

-> They wonder if Ozus thinks of his family when the cold seasons roll around. With the crisp smell of autumn leaves in the air, Lyric sits on a rock flat enough to be comfortable but cold enough to remind them they're outside and stares at the amalgam of hues in front of them, the likes of which they had never seen on their island. Their forearms rest on their knees with their bags between their feet, and when Ozus approaches with a lean to his shape and knees their shoulder to make them scoot over and give him equal space on a boulder he didn't find, they think it's okay. It wasn't space they were saving for a dead man; there was no phantom that could keep them company in the same vein that a living individual could, and they remember that more potently when they are forced to be snugly pressed side to side as Ozus procures some wrapped treat from a pouch with smugness. They didn't always speak. Sometimes, it was hard for Lyric to do so, even if they had endless words they wanted to say to everyone. Ozus seemed to understand this---a touch to their hand, or a glance, or a pressure on their forearm was enough for him to know them and their feelings, or an approximation of them. They take the chocolate covered end of one biscuit even when his nose wrinkles; their brows raise, you sat on my rock first.

-> It's good. Mellow chocolate with bits of salt in it that make the sweetness better. Lyric wishes they had a cup of tea to go with it, but they'll take what they can get, since setting up their tea set would take extra time and they're not interested in moving and drawing their companions closer to their solitude. Every so often, Lyric remembers the isolation they long endured---feel it still cold deep in their bones and inescapable---but it feels both close and far from them now. If they keep moving they don't think about it, but when they sit like this and stare at the orange and gold trees, it catches up again. They wonder if Ozus feels like that. They take another bite of the biscuit.

#moonridge #* questions and answers. #⋇ I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN KNOWN TO LEAN INTO THE HAND THAT BEATS: BALDUR'S GATE 3

[seluniite-archived]

but eira i am free real estate

Her patience wears paper thin. She's facing away from Ozus, on her knees with freshly lit sticks of incense in hand. A subtle curl of fingers snaps them in half. She mutters a silent prayer for serenity, but the wrinkle in her brow cannot be helped as she snaps toward the warlock, pointing the halved incense in their direction.

❝ It's been a stressful day, Ozus, and I am not above swearing at you mid-prayer! ❞

#( *brittany broski voice* ENOUGH. I HEARD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF THAT ) #( YOU'RE GONNA MAKE HER SAY A BAD WORD ) #moonridge #✧ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 ( answered ).

[fatewoven]

"You’re  Gortash ,  aren’t you ?" @moonridge / prompt.

Festivities are rarely in short supply in Baldur's Gate, no matter the threat encroaching upon the land. It's a city built upon the foundation of bone and blood, where dead gods sleep and legends begin; opportunities by dozen hidden in every corner. After days of negotiation, intimidation, and old-fashioned bribery — inundating himself into the mix of politics with cutthroat ease — he takes the reprieve of a more casual setting with a goblet of wine in hand, barely sipped from. No stranger to leveraging any circumstance to his favor, Enver mingles with the partygoers as the pleasant summer evening crests — the sun yielding to the mountains in a slow, elegant descent.

As yet another deal reaches its conclusion, Enver shaking the drunk merchant's hand, his attention (sharp, appraising) turns toward the new voice cutting through the noise. "Were you expecting someone else? Dribbles, perhaps? Certainly, the circus isn't difficult to find if you require more thrilling entertainment." A tilt of the head, smiling thinly while raising the goblet as a belated, casual greeting, he arches a brow, trying to remember if this stranger's face is important in some way. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with, may I add?"

#moonridge #gortash / interactions. #/ hehe hello <3 thought about a lil outdoor festival thing as a setting to maybe play around with oz's nobility background too

[illithidhost]

@moonridge ( cont. )

     The way Mania consistently found herself in trouble was almost amazing, it was almost like the Tiefling had no concept of limitations-- or even just the word 'no'. This world was her's, and everyone else was just simply living in it.

     It was with that same sense of entitled glee that Mania saw the puddle near her traveling companion and formed a fiendish plan. Suddenly, she launched herself, and her boots came plummeting down onto the scarlet liquid, causing it to rain upon both her and Ozus. But unlike Ozus, Mania seemed delighted by the blood decorating her, laughing and grinning at the mess.

     "Oh please, with all the trouble we're about to cause, you'll be covered head to toe in blood soon enough." Mania amusedly waved off the other's agitation. "And if you try to blast me off a cliff, I swear I'll take you with me, just so you know."

#moonridge #😈;; we all have our reasons ( replies )

[weavewilled]

@moonridge — cont.

OH,  AND  HE’S  ENTIRELY  AWARE  HE  GAVE  THAT  OPENING  AWAY.  ❝  For  all  of  us,  I  should  think,  ❞  he  retorts  back,  tit  for  tat,  and  ——  honestly,  it’s  probably  telling  in  just  how  exhausted  he  is.  ❝  You  know,  I  usually  would  live  for  this.  Burying  myself  in  an  old  tome  by  candlelight,  staying  up  until  sun  peeks  over  the  horizon  ——  ❞  There’s  something  almost  wistful  in  it,  but  it  sours.  

❝  Maybe  it’s  our  little  friend,  ❞  he  posits,  wiggling  a  finger  to  illustrate,  ❝  Making  us  intolerant  to  learning  more  about  how  to  rid  ourselves  of  it.  ❞  And  he  sighs,  profoundly.  ❝  But.  You  are  still  seeming  to  be  going  on  strong,  so  with  that  I  will  stop  talking  in  your  ear  and  go  take  my  quite  unexploded  self  to  my  bedroll  and  readdress  this  in  the  morning,  unless  you  need  me.  ❞

#moonridge #( he talks #so much omfg ) #;; & a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. ( main v. )

[bhaalborn]

@moonridge liked

" i don't mind sharing rations, " ulysses says amiably, opened pack propped up between their parted knees. they pull out a lump of cloth, revealing dried sticks of meat in the folds, as well as a few apples with a shiny hide. they rub their finger over an invisible blemish on one of the fruits and hum, contemplative. IT ISN'T MUCH- but they're more than a day out from any semblance of civilization, " i'd rather us both a little fed than one of us starving. "

closed starter, STILL ACCEPTING

#in character. ulysses #in character. closed starter #moonridge

[bhaalswn-arch]

⛓

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

Moonridge. Ozus Moonridge. The marriage was set in stone, or preferably written in papers. Was this happening for the family? You do not know. You don't know Ozus' intentions. You eventually meet them after your meal. Your butler proud of what he made for you. But you bring no attention to it. You eat what you have to eat. Even though you wish you could eat something different. Something sweet. But you don't get what you want, you only do what it asked of you. To do this and that in the name of Bhaal, your Father.

But you wonder, as you see them entering the manor. What are your intentions? You think, squinting at Ozus. What do you want from this family? Money? Happiness? You won't get the latter, you thought again. Standing in front of the other now, you extend your hand for a handshake. "It's a pleasure to match the name to a face now. Alkas Caedes."

#[ 07 ] ── * ANSWERED ( 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ) #[ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ] ── * VERSE ( 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ) #moonridge #( the what if ozus did this in hopes that their family may love them??? who knows ) #( i left it vague nevertheless dkjdf )

[faereun]

❝ get over here and make me. ❞ // you know i had to do it.

a delighted smirk curls up the ends of full lips, just enough that the curve of bone - white fang gleams against sage skin. so they wish to make a fight of it today, do they? the druid can tell by the mischievous gleam in ozus's eyes, that bratty pout they wear so proudly, and the haughty set of their shoulders. genesis shivers with anticipation, eager to teach her little warlock a lesson — after all, who is she to deny him what he clearly craves so badly? soon they will be a pleading, wet mess beneath her, hole spread wide and dripping on her fingers, tongue, cock — she's yet to decide which. perhaps all three?

she prowls forward with all the grace of a lumbering panther , gaze just as wicked as a predator stalking its prey. 'i think you want me to make you, ozus. but i'll do you one better — i'm going to make you beg for it, sweetheart,' she purrs, leaning over the tiefling just - so. she thrusts forward, rutting the cool vines of her strap against the folds of ozus's drooling cunt, groaning at the [ filthy , sloppy sound ] of it. ozus's whorish little moans only encourage her teasing, and she rolls a nipple between index finger and thumb, nail scraping against the sensitive flesh there as a biting warning — a small reminder of who's really in charge. she leans down, fangs scraping against the deliciously delicate skin of ozus's neck, fingers traveling down further - still to play with ozus's swollen clit.

she thrusts against their temptingly slick sex again, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her cock catches on ozus's entrance, so invitingly tight and warm. she pulls back, though, still wanting — needing, to hear them beg. go on, she wills silently, beg for it. i need this as badly as you do.

#:3c teehee #GENESIS. usfw ic #GENESIS. usfw answ. #moonridge #usfw cw

[lunarscaled]

sighs dramatically and slumps against a tree, also dramatically.

-> They hear him sighing dramatically, but they're paging through their most recent novel acquisition acquired from the deceased bodies of some bandits they ran into.

"Do you need something, Ozus? Run out of men to eat already?"

#moonridge #brat on brat violence #* questions and answers. #⋇ I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN KNOWN TO LEAN INTO THE HAND THAT BEATS: BALDUR'S GATE 3

[seluniite-archived]

Her pace had eased considerably, lips pressed together to keep the grin that threatened at @moonridge 's apparent discomfort. It wasn't so much the fact that he was completely out of his element, but moreso the dramatics that accompanied it, as she did not miss the way his expression foundered so pitifully. Knowing what little she did know, his upbringing had differed far from her own.

❝ Surprisingly, I don't find that hard to believe in the least, ❞ she says matter-of-factly, stopping in her tracks and tilting her head toward a nearby boulder that might serve as a reprieve from their journey. Threat of the parasite behind their eyes aside, she didn't mind taking her time.

❝ It must get tiresome, doesn't it? ❞ There's genuine curiosity in her tone as she leans against the nearest tree. ❝ - being stuck indoors, I mean. When I was little, I'd help my father at the docks or accompany my mother to Rivington from the lower city. ❞

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#moonridge #( ozus being a brat is lowkey adorable?? )

[avernusdamned]

@moonridge inquired:

" do not grow complacent and take less than what you deserve. "

It's like a gut punch. Always the worst when you least expect 'em, right? Here she is minding her business with some gentle conversation about all the bullshit happening or the bullshit that has already happened and then BAM! There go the words of affirmation.

" ... Thank you, soldier. " It's a little meek at first but the soldier reminds her to firm up a bit. Always does. " But I'm alright! Really! " Karlach laughs, clapping a hand to their shoulder. Gods it feels good to do that again. " I appreciate you looking out for me. "

#moonridge #luv makin starters out of asks <3

[illithidhost]

Little Shit Prompts - Open

@moonridge asked: ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞

     "I'll strangle you, and then tear open your stomach-- just for fun." The fuchsia toned Tiefling bit back, her irritation clear in the way her worms dripped with venom and her lips bared to show jagged teeth. A rather dramatic response considering the predicament.

     "Now, give me the ball back. You can play with the dog later." A clawed hand extended, expectantly waiting for her demands to be conceded to.

#moonridge #😈;; a letter? for me? ( asks )