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It's a fairly normal night. The taverns are bustling, though, among the newcomers, adventurers, and passing merchants, a young half-elf seems to stand out. It isn't due to any particularly interesting traits he has or anything he's carrying. Right now, it's because the young man is holding his hands up as an adventurer aims a crossbow at him.
"You sneaky little bastard! Do you think you can cheat me and get away with it?!"
A nervous laugh comes from the half elf. "My good man, I assure that-"
He's cut off by the weapon being shoved against his chest with a growl. A hush starts to fall over the bar as the young man stares down the man threatening his life.
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ratkingszarr · 3 months
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@notyetfixed getting invites to strange places for Colette.
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As with every new entry into high society; ones of dubious nature. He extended an invitation to his manor. Extended on the good graces of Gortash's word. His gaze was as dispassionate as the servants at the party. He pressed his lips to her knuckles. "Enjoy the hospitalities of my home. The fun will begin shortly."
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darehearts · 4 months
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what kind of herb are you ?
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cumin
You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.
tagged by : @danversiism & @respondedinkind ! tagging : @whatspoilers, @prcspcr, @msmvrel, @amcthystdreams & YOU !
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altrxisme · 5 days
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@hcartsleeved // some prompts for picking up/carrying muses bv why not ; 4)  our muses are hiking and sender is tired so receiver picks them up to carry them the rest of the way.  (for bg3 verse mayhaps??? 😚)
" shoulda known that you'd get tired this easily, may. " the ranger gave a theatric sigh as he adjusted his hold on the bard, letting the woman ride on his back as they trekked up the mountain pass. nevermind that they had to deal with a group of giths earlier— although, their resident fighters and other heavy-hitters took care of them.
" whatcha lookin' forward ta the most once we get back ta our esteemed city by the coast, hm? " jackson was genuinely interested in knowing, despite the question seeming like small talk he's attempting to fill the trek with. that was simply how the half-elf was— making conversation if he's able to.
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lieblxng · 6 months
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@strebcr | Closed Starter
[ In the late days of August is when the temperature finally relaxes and becomes tolerable, but not today. The heavy, summer heat is still lingering in the warm air, making anyone and everyone wish it was September already. In the first week, class schedules were still getting figured out as people scrambled around to make them different or fix any mistakes overlooked. That’s where senior-year student Ethan Dorian ended up changing his physics class to an earth science class because what kind of person would enjoy physics naturally? He was here to survive and get out of here, not to torture himself. This was his final year in this hellhole after all, and his fellow students were stunned to see a completely different Ethan than they did last year. His outfit was more grungy and spiky, his hair cut into an improper mohawk with pink dye splashed everywhere, and as a big “fuck you” to the entire school system, he was able to get tattoos when he hit eighteen. What are they going to do, remove it? Not like it was in the code of conduct since not a lot of students got them. ]
[ For his sophomore and junior years in high school, he tried make himself out to be a completely different person in an attempt to fit it, but no one even batted an eye at his direction. For the last two years. It was an embarrassment, but said embarrassment was eye-opening. Over the summer, Ethan had a revelation: who the hell cares about what others think of him? Why try to deform yourself to fit in with the critics? What really matters is being your wholehearted, authentic self and anyone who gets in the way can suck it. That’s what he was going to do coming back to school: only think of himself, those who actually do matter, and piss off everyone else. And frankly, no one else in this dumbass school mattered.
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No one. Absolutely no one… ]
[ During the period of his new science class, the teacher announced that they would get started on some of the first work of the school year–which made everyone in the classroom collectively groan. She assured them that it wouldn’t be that big of a deal; that it would just be a small group project on collecting data on soil samples growing seeds with all kinds of dirt. They groaned anyway. She then noted that the group project was only for two people and that everyone should go around and choose their partners. Almost everyone did so, rising out of their chairs to go flock over to their friends–except two students, who in particular, simply sat in their chairs since they knew no one was interested in choosing them. Seeing this, after everyone got done picking, she went over to one of the students and smiled at them. ]
“Streber,” [ she spoke out, leaning downward a little bit since she was much taller. ] “why don’t I pair you up with Ethan over there?” [ She pointed to the only other person who was still in his seat, who noticed this and just gave a mischievous smirk while he was fiddling with his pen. ]
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baldursgated · 8 months
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i have a job interview this morning so im going to my walk my dogs, make some breakfast, and have a coffee. but please like this to get some short interactions going ! for the short of it, yrenia is a chaotic neutral sorcerer who, before bg3, had been using her magic to basically scam people out of small sums of money to fund her travels.
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little--ghost · 11 months
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chaosmultiverse · 8 months
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@dementedspeedster
Bart had a deep frown, his glare at Thad wasn't quite hateful and it wasn't pitiful either, he didn't pity Thad... No that wasn't the right word.
"It isn't pity. You can think whatever. I just... It's unfair, it was unfair for you and it sucks ass for me." Bart crossed his arms and his body turned so it was facing the side, not really away but not facing him, though his head was still very much turned to look at Thad, he knew very much better than to turn his back on Thad.
"So I'd say it's pretty sad, but whatever. I wasn't really expecting a... I dunno, a constructive conversation, it's sorta like screaming at a brick wall with you, ya know?" Bart hadn't really meaned to run into Thad, but... Admittedly dealing with Thad be it fights or these... Going no where conversations it was a decent way of venting some anger.
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spiritmaiden · 6 months
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@windmcge said: “I’m not doing anything suspicious… Really!”
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"Hmm… I dunno that sounds exactly what someone who's doing something suspicious would say."
She's feigning skepticism to conceal her curiosity. Truth be told, the maiden wasn't entirely sure what he was up to, his back was turned to her once she arrived on his island for a surprise visit. But an opportunity to slightly tease him arose from his odd behavior, and she sure as heck wouldn't let it go to waste. She approaches him slowly, arms laced behind her back as she fights to keep amusement off of her expression.
"How do I know you're not planning to do something bad to Skylo.ft?"
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bayleaf-2 · 1 month
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Bitches will be like 'yeah I think that hyperfixation is mostly going to the background now' and then start writing an animatic script that maxes out the Discord character limit.
It's me I'm bitches
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troublcmakcrs · 11 months
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//i need to put tweek & craig in more video games
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lucygraybaird-moved · 4 months
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❝ serious question, darlin' -- what's your favorite color? ❞ she'll smirk, hardly hiding her expression. ❝ i'm lucy gray, by the way. who're you? ❞ a hand extends for the other to shake, her words and actions rather friendly.
@iworryalotdarling gets a starter!
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ladyseidr · 6 months
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btw i forgot to even announce it but for like the last month i've been getting attached to golden freddy for some reason so i've added him as a test muse!!
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sburbanlegends · 8 months
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@gottgenug , starter from sitri to jeralt.
Sitri frowns as she stares at the dummy. So, swords are not her forte. Magic seemed to be the only thing that came naturally to her anyway. So with frustration, the tiny woman shoves the sword into the dummy before realizing she's not alone in the training room. --- Jeralt. The sword doesn't even pierce the dummy, falling to the door with a clatter. Better him than Rhea... she wouldn't tolerate Sitri training like this. When she's finally feeling good, she's going to relish in it.
But, she felt having an understanding of how to protect herself would be nice. However, she didn't think Jeralt would catch her so frustrated. " I can't get it. The sword is so heavy, but I feel as if I should learn some sort of weapon. Just in case. "
Despite her frustration, she does smile at him. It spread slowly... like she wanted to fight it but she couldn't. He was the only would who understood her. She was certain of that. His stories of the world outside of the monastery... kept her doing.
" ... Maybe you can show me something? "
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tenebriism · 6 months
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@madeimpact ;; STARTER w/ Ignis !
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The Advisor to the Heir Apparent should not be one to moan and groan, even when his head ails him beyond reason, and his chest feels as if it may collapse in on itself. When the call to work beckons him, he answers, even when he appears as if he has one foot in the grave and the other, soon, to join it.
--- and, perhaps he should not be tidying up the prince's quarters in so poorly a state, but it is on the list of urgent and prioritized tasks, for the day, and thus, cannot simply be ignored. Except . . . at some point amidst making Noctis' bed, he had seated himself atop it, for a spell, with the intent to rest for but a moment . . .
Only to eventually drift off, right atop the comforter, shoes and socks and spectacles still on.
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