#storiesrolled

[riwrite]

from @storiesrolled. [ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch ( imogen to laudna ! ) caring starters. / accepting.

she stares down at her hands — the skin dry and raw where her slowed natural healing has yet to give attention to, her nails long and cracked and beginning to show under the peeling black paint she'd put on them not long ago, her fingers bony and blackened and twisted. hands reflect so much of their owners. orym's are small but sturdy, calloused from his years of swordplay and hard work. fearne's are light and nimble, with her unpredictability on full display when comparing her unmarred right hand to her darkened left. chetney's are aged and wrinkled, marked with scars both self - afflicted and otherwise from combat and accidental slips of his chisel. and so on, and so forth.

she's torn from her thoughts — what do her hands say about her ? creepy, undead, disgusting — when another hand lands gently on one of her own. it's immediately recognizable from the red lightning that spreads from the fingertips and up the arm. imogen. laudna looks up to meet her gaze, and familiar warmth floods her chest.

imogen, who has never once made laudna feel creepy or disgusting, who saw the lonely girl she used to be and found something worth loving. she is not her undeath when they're together, nor is she her own killer haunting her head. she's just... laudna.

   " hi, imogen, " she greets, just to say her name. she savors the foreign body heat seeping into her cold palm, and says nothing else. she just leans a little closer and brushes a strand of hair from her face to tuck it behind a clipped ear.

they're both fucked up — and, well. so is every other member of bell's hell's. the life of an adventurer doesn't attract normal people. laudna isn't even the only one to have come back from death if one considers fcg's reactivation or ashton being miraculously pieced back together to be similar.

it's funny, she thinks, that though she's in such constant danger now, she's never felt as loved or safe.

#sorry this took so long!!! #THEY MAKE ME SO. im so normal #storiesrolled #‧ in. → 「 laudna. 」

[stardustedstories]

an assortment of dialogue prompts // Accepting!

@storiesrolled asked: ❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ ( keyleth to percy ! )

Percy's so focused on the project he's working on (maybe this time, the exploding arrows will work; he'd done pretty well last time, but the original design needed some tinkering) that he doesn't notice Keyleth's presence until she finally speaks.

He looks up from his careful construction of the exploding arrows ("Learn from my mistakes!" still ringing in his ears every time he works with gunpower now), raising an eyebrow in the redhead's direction. Because he'd been focused, it takes him a moment to fully process what she'd said, but when he realizes that she actually needs his attention, he puts the arrow down and turns to face her.

"Preparations are going that well, are they?" he asks dryly, unable to keep a little bit of a smirk from his face. "I did offer to help, you know; planning these sorts of things is something I'm actually rather good at doing, believe it or not."

#storiesrolled #✦ percival de rolo || answered ✦ your secret is safe with my indifference #✦ percival de rolo || ic ✦ i am possibly the worst person you've ever met #✦ percival de rolo ✦ || verse . heroes of the realm #[throwing a banquet of some kind?] #[remains to be seen!]

[stcrforged]

@storiesrolled asked ❝oh this is going wonderful.❞ ( zherras for ceridwen ! )

" couldn't agree more! " the corners of her mouth was raised, forming a WIDE smile - showing razor sharp teeth as abyss black eyes gleamed. an ax rested in each hand as her companion, NO, not the other tiefling, her beast, her best boy, her black bear, growled, getting ready for whatever waited ahead of them; a monster, someone in need or a weird door puzzle.

eyebrows SUDDENLY furrowed. head turned as gaze fell upon the cleric. " what exactly are we doing now again? " ceridwen was not known for her intelligence. RIDDLES and reading was not for her, but she had no difficulty understanding animals or finding her way through unknown forests or mountains. " SORRY. i usually just barge in. "

#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ ceridwen of the whispering wilds ❞ #‧₊˚✩ MAIN VERSE ₊˚✩ / ❝ ceridwen of the whispering wilds ❞ #‧₊˚✩ AND THE STARS ANSWERED ₊˚✩ / answered #‧₊˚✩ THROW WISHES INTO THE NIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE STARS ₊˚✩ / queue #storiesrolled #tiefling disaster

[wasdiamond]

@storiesrolled said: you came back. from pink pearl!

Every reunion seemed to just get harder and harder. Facing her former pearl seemed like the worst one of all. Still, Pink plastered a smile ‘pon her face and proceeded. ❛ I did. How… how are you? ❜

#* ♢ › ❛ peace & love on the planet earth ! —— [ v3. ] #storiesrolled

[heartheaded]

[ 15 ] the hallowed halls of an ancient sanctuary, stone walls covered in vines and light peeking in through cracks in the ceiling ( imogen to avalore ! )

Avalore didn't know how long he'd been running, how long his own shadow had been chasing him. Far behind were the once deafening and guttural gnashes of a horrible, bear-like beast. Far behind was the group that had hired him for the task as well... but the choice had already been made.

Avalore turned, fled, twisted through the thick foliage and ducked around gnarled trees, his feet never stopping until the crunching leaves and snapping twigs gave way to echoing stone. The scenery had been such a blur, Lore found himself shocked by the sudden shelter. No complaints, honestly, whatever's out there shouldn't be able to get onto hollowed ground.

Hazel eyes roll upwards, examining what he could see of the sun-filtered cracks in the ceiling, the overgrown vines and overall lack of humanoid touch. Weary, stone walls and a slightly crumbling alter also greet him, and even though a presence has clearly not been here in ages... it's warm. And somewhat out of the elements.

"... Guess this is as good a place as any," Avalore gently speaks to himself, as if someone else was there. "Let's just set up--and hopefully get some rest, hm?"

#//ill format if we thread! i love this though! #storiesrolled {imogen} #BABBLE ON IN YOUR BABYLON ; avalore avalee

[proelio-procusi]

name (or alias) - Luna

pronouns - fae/faer though they or she is also entirely fine

preferred comms - discord for the most part tumblr I've accidently blocked people before on mobile so discord is faster than tumblr since I don't really chat on mobile on tumbr because of that

name of muse - oh dear there is so many. Right now CR is my brain rot entirely

experience in rp - on tumbr over 10, in general far longer all of it

best experiences - long term it's been the cr fandom. I've been in fandoms where ocs of mine have gotten hate messages ect

pet peeves/dealbreakers - when I've asked for something to not be done in a plot or thread ect and it's ignored, or forcing ships. plots, ect after I've already stated I am not interested.

muse preference (fluff, angst, smut) - I lean towards fluff for the most part, when I do angst it's more or less to foil other bits of fluff or to tackle issues in canon that I feel need expounding on.

plot or memes - I like both, memes are an easy start and an easy way to just do something but plotting gives time for figuring out what is wanted out of a scene, and of course there is always combining the two

long or short replies - I write both, I don't have much of a preference as long as it works for the scene being written. The more dialogue heavy a post though the shorter it tends to be so conversation feels more natural.

best time to write - lately it's been drafting on my lunch break or when I get home from work and then queueing things on my days off to run the rest of the time

are you like your muse - so I have a lot of overlap with a lot of my muses. I would say you can probably see a little bit of me in each of them in some regard

tagged by: @seeliecourt

tagging: @storiesrolled @funscarie @kissofthemuses @heartscfvalor and whomever else would like to.

#dash games

[storiesrolled]

firebled 🡢 storiesrolled

#❝ ― 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 ∕ out of character. #i did the thing #i changed my url #also i updated my carrd a bit #i'm gonna do tags and the rest of the carrd stuff later

[diamcndlegacy]

@storiesrolled

"Hello! My name's princey!" The young boy had ran over to connie. Floating in the air literally before making his landing in the sand before her. "What's your name?" Since being brought back to earth once he got settled he was excited to make friends with all the humans in beach city.

[funscarie]

‎‎‎    𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴— 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

#funscarie independent, private, selective, & mostly canon compliant rp blog for laudna from critical role's third campaign. penned by alex. (they/them)

also found at: @baronessed ( vex'ahlia / critical role), @storiesrolled ( ttrpg multimuse ), @airplanecrushed ( lexie grey / grey's anatomy )

      𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎‎‎‎‎

#pinned post* #updated: 10 / 01 / 23* #the links in order are: carrd - meme tag

[airplanecrushed]

      &&  𝘞𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘋𝘈𝘗𝘛 𝘛𝘖 𝘈 𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘌𝘕𝘝𝘐𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛

#airplanecrushed     an independent,   private,   selective,   & heavily canon divergent rp blog for lexie grey from abc’s grey’s anatomy.   penned by alex (they/them) since april of 2017.

also found at:   @funscarie ( laudna / critical role ),   @baronessed​ ( vex’ahlia / critical role ),   and @storiesrolled​ ( ttrpg multimuse )

                                𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍    𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝    𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜

#pinned post*

[riwrite]

from @storiesrolled. 🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head . ( veth to yasha ! )

yasha watches her own hands — scarred, bruised, calloused, rough — as she carefully weaves the stems of wildflowers together into a colorful chain. it's dainty work, unfit for a warrior's hands, and it takes her back to her time with zuala and the moments in which they could get away together. it's bittersweet, but yasha has grown enough that she can feel that connection to her late lover without it taking over anymore. and now, as she sits beside her little halfling friend, veth's quick, dexterous fingers making their own chain of flowers, she feels the sort of peace she only learned to feel well into fighting alongside the mighty nein. the sort of peace in which she finally feels free of the guilt and rage that's plagued her for years, in which she feels it's possible to love and be loved again.

veth's voice catches her attention, and she turns to see her offering a finished crown, and yasha remembers something from long ago. veth — though then, she'd been nott — holding out a flower and when asked why, explaining, " so you don't hurt me. "

yasha's heart had sunk a bit, then. she knew others usually found her intimidating, and for the most part it had served her well. nothing good happened to those who got close. but she'd been as nervous as the rest of them, with not a single thought of harming them at all.

   ( and how horrible, that she had done so anyway. she remains haunted both in dreams and the waking world by the view from her own eyes as her body brought her sword down on those she had come to care for, by jester's strangled cry of her name as heavy doors shut her out, by the knowledge that the statement " i'm not going to hurt you " had turned out false. )

but here in the present, yasha smiles, and ducks her head down so veth can place the flowers upon her head. she can't see herself, of course, but she imagines the color on her brow, bringing life to her pallid complexion and bringing out the bright tones of her mismatched eyes. a bit of joy in a monochrome world — like molly had been, like veth herself and beau and jester and caduceus and fjord and and caleb all are. the colors in yasha's world.

and when she straightens back up, she takes a moment to tuck the last free stem of her own flower crown into the rest, so she can return the favor and place it upon veth's dark braids. instead of bringing color, it complements the color veth already wears — the swirling blue tattoos around her eyes and the sunny yellows of her clothing and the rainbows of buttons in her jewelry. it's lovely.

she's unsure how to verbalize all these thoughts, though. words have never been her strongest suit, so she simply settles on : " now we match. "

#i love veth and yashas friendship so much its unreal!!!! #even when veth fucks with her. godbless. shes so funny #storiesrolled #‧ in. → 「 yasha nydoorin. 」

[stardustedstories]

an assortment of dialogue prompts // Accepting!

@storiesrolled asked: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ ( keyleth to vax ! )

He was sitting off by himself, the way he so often did, these days. Vax had volunteered to take first watch, hoping that by spending some time on his own, he could pretend he didn't notice the way that everyone was staring at him when they thought he wasn't looking.

Problem was, even when he wasn't looking, he could feel their eyes on him, especially Keyleth's. He wasn't sure if she was worried about him or how his mood might affect the rest of the group, but he tried to avoid her gaze more than anyone else's.

It was a shame, because they'd been getting a lot closer, and now he can feel himself pulling away.

So when Vax hears someone's approach, coupled with a voice, he's surprised to find Keyleth, offering him company. He moves over on the log he'd been occupying, giving her space to sit nearby, if she wants it, and offers her a lopsided, small smile.

"I figured you'd want to avoid me, like everyone else," he murmured, keeping his voice low. The others were trying to sleep, and after the day they'd had, they all needed it.

#storiesrolled #✦ vax'ildan || answered ✦ and i walk away #✦ vax'ildan || ic ✦ i wore a mask for a long time #✦ vax'ildan ✦ || verse . now is not the time for cowardice #[probably after getting the deathwalker's ward cause he's all broody. ^^]

[lostinyourfacade]

@storiesrolled liked for a starter

"I've decided something pearl." Steven spoke up suddenly. Wrapping in his comforter. "Steven Universe needs a vacation." He said with a tired sigh. Just letting himself fall to the floor. "I think I just need to do nothing for awhile. I'm really tired."

[burnselfs]

@storiesrolled​    —    “ you’re changing the subject. ”  ( beau to caleb )

𝙞𝙣  𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,  𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗  𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮  𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨  𝙖𝙩  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧.   beauregard has a way of hearing and not listening  —  or hearing and not-quite-hearing him  —  that can lead to the two of them talking in circles around each other, even now when they are perhaps the closest they have ever been. 

“  𝗶  𝗮𝗺  𝗻𝗼𝘁  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁,  ”    he pushes back, clarifying and insisting in one breath.    “  𝗶  𝗮𝗺  𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻  𝘁𝗼  𝘆𝗼𝘂,  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗶𝘀  𝗮𝗹𝗹.  ”  

for a moment, he wonders if this is what having siblings would have been like.  beauregard is younger than him.  she is frustrating and wonderful all at once.  she looks after him, and he looks after her.  it would not have been so bad to have a sister like her, once upon a time. 

she is a mess, and so is he.  but he is glad to have her now all the same. 

#𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. caleb widogast. #answered. #storiesrolled #q. #thanks for sending this in ! #it started with beau and caleb miscommunication frustration #and ended in empire siblings feelings #as it should

[lcftwild]

@storiesrolled​ asked:   this is my shitty microwave meal. get your own.  always accepting.

          "oh, come on. you're not even eating it."   he'd been planning his attack carefully for the last five minutes as they watched television. lexie had been absorbed in the movie, barely touching her food at all, meanwhile he'd already ate the sandwich he'd prepared and was still hungry.   "it's getting cold."   just to really push her buttons, and because he already had his hand stretched out, he plucked one of her chicken strips and immediately pulled it back to his mouth, taking a bite before she could actually stop him. it's with a smug smirk that he chews carefully, eyes going back to the television and ignoring any further complaints from the brunette next to him.

#storiesrolled #reply. alex karev. #storiesrolled / lexie. #alex. canon arc.

[heartheaded]

just… give me a second. ( keyleth to scanlan ! )

Maybe Scanlan's the only one that heard Keyleth's quiet cries as she lags behind, or the only one that bothers to lag back with her, but in any case it concerns the gnome. Keyleth's been through a lot, hasn't she? What with the whole passing through fire thing.

Not to mention... they sorta almost let her do all that on her own. Assholes, the lot of them. And Scanlan knows that includes him, but he's gonna play is casual. Slide back with his arms folded behind his head. The group is far enough up that two keeping back shouldn't be a big deal.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝What's up, Kiki? Do you need a little ditty for a pick-me-up or somethin'? I've been workin' on your stanza. Maybe you can help me out with that part, whadoya say?❞

#DO YOU SPICE? ; scanlan shorthalt #storiesrolled {keyleth} #//hi!!