#whalefell

[dndtreasury]

Whalefell Armor by Griffon's Saddlebag

#griffon's saddlebag #whalefell #armor #magic armor #very rare #half #plate #bone #aquatic #marine #oceanic #swimming #animals #communication #summons #summoning #mount #mounts #companions #companion

[xbadnews]

daydreaming about Percy in romantic relationships. him not knowing what to do when it comes to casual affection though he wants to show it desperately. Thinking about the safer he feels with someone, the more physically affectionate he becomes. Thinking about little kisses on the top of his partner's head, the back of their hands, the tips of their fingers.

also thinking about how some days, he can't handle being touched. The thought of someone being in his space being a devastating concept. But still wanting to coexist with his partner & share verbal affection. I have so many thoughts on this that I'm gonna get my teeth into when I get home

#ooc. #tbd. #i also have always been presching that his first step into affection is pebbling #little ' oh this made me think of you' gifts #one of my friends over @ whalefelled and i also talked abt the gift giving being almost a competion between him and vex sometimes #sighing so dreamily #mobile.

[minarcana]

@whalefelled // the people crave thanuri proposal!! and so they shall have it.

To do it 'properly'? Urianger's brows furrow in confusion. "I could not propose when we are already-- ah." Does it not count for Thancred as it wasn't performed on the Source? How heartless. He steps a slight bit back. "Perhaps I shall tell the pixies that their efforts having us wed was not enough for thee for it to carry over." He's just teasing, though if he followed through on the threat Thancred would experience catastrophe were he ever to re-enter Il Mheg.

He's forced to think on the spot now, though. If he'd known Thancred expected a proposal instead of an anniversary gift, Urianger would have been much more theatric with it. Well, he can a little.... "Close thine eyes?" His various magecrafts allow for something akin to area glamour. This is more suiting to his sense of aesthetics and dramatics, as a floor of stars blooms beneath them, casting a dome of night with tiny stars and planets falling as a wreath of coloured lights about Thancred's shoulders and the hand Urianger clasps with his. Urianger's fondness for stars has only gotten stronger since the First, and this shall do for suitably 'pretty'.

As invited, he kneels. "Alright," so, Thancred may look. A smile slips out— it's fun, Urianger's having just a little bit of fun putting on airs, and the idea of proposing to Thancred (even though he knows what the end result is going to be) has Urianger feeling a sort of lightheaded giddiness. It's silly, maybe. But he really does love him. "I shall do this properly. I love thee, as the moon doth love the sun so much she holdeth and gloweth with his light. I love thee enough to wish us bound eternally— on this world and any other star or shard our journeys may find us standing upon." No excuses that take him by surprise next time, sir. "Wilt then, thou, Thancred Waters, allow me to take thy hand in marriage?"

#thancred voice pixie married doesnt count #urianger: my beautiful troupe of chaotic neutral kindergarteners officiated us in a land of no laws. and u dont count us as married. ill CR #ic : urianger #whalefelled

[blightead]

@whalefelled, continued from here.

cian took a hard look at his hand, and the four fingers he'd held up. he was still frowning in confusion as alistair pulled him close, inspecting what had become of his arm. one had to appreciate the way genlocks coated their weapons. he'd take on the strategy himself, if he'd been afforded time. while alistair worried over his already-healed arm, cian continued to stare at the gash on his head. he'd open his mouth to call wynn over, but he was pulled against him.

they were both grimy - the deep roads played hell on one's hygiene. when it wasn't dirt, it was sweat, when it wasn't the first two, it was blood. sometimes poison.

❝ and you don't? i bet they can smell you all the way back on the surface. ❞ his arm somewhat released, cian takes alistair's face in his hands and turns it up to look at him. ❝ ali, you're bleeding - i'll go get wynne - ❞

#whalefelled #VERSE: ORIGINS. #IC. #CIAN OF REDCLIFFE. #i blow you a kiss

[fademirrored]

[HUSH] - Morrigan to Temry @whalefelled | meme

Temry stills, shoulders tensing slightly. They tip their head, trying to hear whatever has apparently alerted Morrigan. When they come up with nothing, they slide Morrigan a sidelong glance, waiting to take a cue from her.

A few feet to the side, Lethallin creeps a few paces over to where Kieran is sitting and plants himself beside the boy.

#ask #whalefelled #IC: Temry #lethallin is good dog #ic

[afraidofchange]

"What if I say please?" Bull wondered, peeking at her from where he sat up in bed, hand folded on his stomach as he eyed the seeker, like he might judt be able to will her back over to him if he looked sweet enough.

"It's just so cold without you here," he teased, patting the bed a little, wanting nothing more than to sleep in a little bit.

@whalefelled for Cassandra.

The peek of short, cropped hair peeks through the hole of her shirt as Cassandra pulls it over her head. The sun begins to filter in through the window, and the day's tasks area already flooding her mind.

Yet, it is Bull's offer that gets her to turn her head, looking over her shoulder. Laid in his bed, blanket strewn across his massive form, he looks peaceful and hopeful, all the same. She takes one look to the rest of her clothes and armour, and decides then, that it is tempting enough to follow through, turning on her heels toward the bed, sitting first before swinging her long, bare legs over onto the mattress. "You are a terrible influence, you know," She says, decidedly nestling into Bull's warm, warm side with her head resting against his broad chest, arm slung around his stomach. "Sleeping in... that's not me," She tuts lightly, but closes her eyes regardless.

#whalefelled #CASSANDRA PENTAGHAST: IC #[ stop they are SO cute ] #r: cassandra x iron bull #[ cass: >:\ I GUESS i can SLEEP IN with you ]

[ichoric]

@whalefelled said: hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . - Kore to Alisaie

it's no secret alisaie is a picky eater. she'll indulge in most cusuine, especially when starving, though typically picking off anything she does not like. occasionally alphinaud still teases her when she removes pickles, extra vegatables, crust on her sandwiches -- not that he has any room to judge.

kore just seems to get her. a twinge of embarrassment paints alisaie's face red when her friend approaches with a cut sandwich, but she swallows down any hesitance and retrieves the plate with a warm smile. ' thank you. i haven't eaten since this morning ... ' the reason being a poor training dummy experiencing her new blade. ' care to sit with me a while ? '

#whalefelled #m: alisaie

[xfindingtrouble]

' day and night, all we do is survive ' - Morrigan to Leliana

" There's a bit of living in the mix, yes? " Leliana muses, cocking a brow. it was true; they were always light on their feet, ready to flee from one threat to the next. but amongst all the chaos was just a bit of beauty, fleeting as it was. friendships that were watered by necessity, bonds that would never fade regardless of how hard one insisted they weren't there.

for as ugly as people could be, there were also fleeting moments where they were nothing short of astounding. where they stood together in the name of the very survival Morrigan now spoke of. it made everything more important than it would have been if they were living on their own terms. survival meant that life was hard-won & worth savoring.

" We'll keep surviving, we'll keep living. " perhaps it is silly to indulge in the beauty of the world when talking to Morrigan. still, silly or not it doesn't stop the stubborn optimism from simmering in Leliana's chest, " the survival of it all makes getting to tomorrow a bit dearer, don't you think? "

#whalefelled #answered. #ch. leliana #STRETCHES MY FINGERS #bcs i do not write leiliana very often but this was definitely fun i am excited for the dA memes you sent my way #thank you so much for sending this though

[enclovir]

[  𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  ]  / /  :     𝙸 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄... 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇      𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁 :  @whalefelled​​ , garrus

i hope this finds you well... i have half a mind not to believe this is really you... but i know better than to doubt my sources... word of your work has reached illium... garrus, i am concerned... you are many things...but you are not immortal... please...be careful. if i know how to find you, then others will not be far behind. 

i will do what i can to keep your identity hidden   ────── but i am not the only information broker... 

#whalefelled #whalefelled / garrus #𝐜𝐡 : liara t'soni / / not all who wonder are lost . #lmfaooo li has no time for pleasantries just straight to #wtf man

[xbadnews]

❛ i’ve had no love like your love. from nobody. ❜|| @whalefelled from vex

the smile that breaks his expression is bold, matching the wave of emotion that washes over him. it may have caused him to sway, were he standing up.

he sits across from her, a shared bottle of wine now half-empty. he sits on the edge of his seat as if it will somehow bring him closer to her, as if it will help them share space. percy wasn't quite drunk, but he was feeling sentimental. thankful, even. it's a wonder to be loved the way vex loves. an entirely new experience. she had the sort of heart people spent their whole lives wishing they could have, thumping fiercely to her own beat.

there was something fierce about it - she challenged him in all the ways that forced him to grow. she helped pave the path to becoming the person he wanted to be. he could have been content just to watch her from afar as an acquaintance, a friend, whatever she let him be to her. but somehow, someway he had earned her fierce heart & placed his own in her trusted hands.

" I could say the same, " he muses, weaving his fingers in between hers. it tethered him to the moment, to her, " I've always questioned the reality we live in… but i know better than to question you. "

though there is a tinge of sarcasm in his words, there is a far stronger truth. she was strong, much stronger than him & he was privileged to experience her in full. it made him feel real enough to matter. percy raises vex's hand in his, pressing his lips to her knuckles. he can hardly help it, after all.

#whalefelled #whalefelled: vex #v. main #comment cards ( answered. ) #thank you for sending this my friend #i am sorry it took so long i just am Slow i don't have another excuse #but i am excited to write together again <3

[minarcana]

@whalefelled // starter call

"Tales sayeth the capitol is haunted in the winter, ghosts of those who fell for its construction arising in snowdrifts to behold the fruit of their sacrifice years later." Urianger looks up towards the unlit Garlemald, the construction of something strange and spiked towering over it. The aether is distateful here, even far from the tower. "If true, I cannot help but imagine even the ghosts of this land caught in a flurry of aught deeply awry... leave me not too far from thy sight, prithee." In fewer words: Urianger is a slight bit scared of whatever they'll find within Garlemald. It's not just the cold that makes him hang close to Thancred.

#ic : urianger #whalefelled

[witchhaunts]

Tag drop ft. dynamics / connections pt. 5

iii. ( nikolai / whalefelled ) : a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea

iv. ( &. nikolai / whalefelled ) : love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without &. know we cannot live within

iii. ( wylan / whalefelled ) : the light is dim &. you are only just beginning

iv. ( &. wylan / whalefelled ) : me &. you had a long walk home so we decided not to cry

iii. ( zaynab / whocanretell ) : i heard you singing in the cinnamon fern &. thought you were beautiful

iv. ( &. zaynab / whocanretell ) : you would be lobelia on my tongue for the rest of my life

iii. ( arthur / critica1success ) : rage &. ruin ; sorrow etched into the space where bone meets muscle

iv. ( &. arthur / critica1success ) : god forgives ; i don't

iii. ( ada / critica1success ) : burn down the house in search of yourself

iv. ( &. ada / critica1success ) : truth &. beauty are wonderful words but shrapnel is shrapnel

#iii. ( nikolai / whalefelled ) : a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea #iv. ( &. nikolai / whalefelled ) : love takes off the masks we fear we cannot live without &. know we cannot live within #iii. ( wylan / whalefelled ) : the light is dim &. you are only just beginning #iv. ( &. wylan / whalefelled ) : me &. you had a long walk home so we decided not to cry #iii. ( zaynab / whocanretell ) : i heard you singing in the cinnamon fern &. thought you were beautiful #iv. ( &. zaynab / whocanretell ) : you would be lobelia on my tongue for the rest of my life #iii. ( arthur / critica1success ) : rage &. ruin ; sorrow etched into the space where bone meets muscle #iv. ( &. arthur / critica1success ) : god forgives ; i don't #iii. ( ada / critica1success ) : burn down the house in search of yourself #iv. ( &. ada / critica1success ) : truth &. beauty are wonderful words but shrapnel is shrapnel

[afraidofchange]

The only reason that The Iron Bull does it is because no one else is around to see it. No one would believe it otherwise, and if there were stray eyes by the time they do a double-take to make sure they were seeing The Iron Bull lifting Cassandra Pentaghast up and over his shoulder they're already safely inside the forge and up the first flight of steps towards her bunk. "Stop squirming," he states with a grin that is too big for his face as he adjusts his grip upon the woman so she wouldn't slip face first into the stairs as he took them two at a time.

@whalefelled - for Cassandra.

"I'm not squirming," Cassandra protests in all but a playful grumble as she is strewn across the Iron Bull's impossibly broad shoulders, lifted as if she was merely but a burlap sack full of feed for cattle. Instead, her hands brace against the middle of his scarred back, tracing along every ridge and muscle as he takes the steps. In a way, she is squirming, if only to test his 'mettle' - at least, a measure of balancing excitement with playfulness. "You should know me better by now," She beams, then, even if he cannot see her smile, letting those wandering hands reach as far as she can, to give him a hearty (as best she can manage) slap across his rear. Two can play at this game of theirs, and she certainly does.

#whalefelled #CASSANDRA PENTAGHAST: IC #r: cassandra x iron bull #[ why are they so cute like this though SKDJHFJSDF ]

[aetheryic]

@whalefelled said: Kore picking up Alisaie... and swinging her around to throw her into a snowbank before running off laughing.

the noise alisaie makes is between a shriek and a gasp, perhaps embarrassing her more than the act of getting lifted so easily. “ kore, why ? “ she questions as she’s spun around like a sack of flour, expecting the warrior of light to set her down gently once she’s done. instead she feels herself thrown into a fluffy mound of snow, a vague oof ! slipping past her lips. really ? the young red mage glares after kore, giving her just a moment to run before sprinting after her. “ you are DONE ! GET BACK HERE ! “

#whalefelled #m: alisaie #BEKSBDJSOS WAR

[xfindingtrouble]

❝  i’m staying.  ❞ - keyleth bc she wants Percy to feel safe!!!

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

Percy tries not to let the wave of relief sweep away his carefully tempered expression. Truth be told, he had been a bit prickly leading up to this moment. it was easier to push back when his friends tried to offer their support, it was more natural to him than anything else. But he was a bit uncomfortable with the thought of facing this night on his own. the day had been filled with ceaseless, racing thoughts. it happened from time to time, it was natural to him & he could usually shove them behind the passing noise of the day. but when the world went to sleep, it became a bit harder. taking things in stride wasn't nearly as easy when walking alone.

He would claim to be content to bite the metaphorical bullet & stay awake until his mind settled. Percy could tinker, draw, write, whatever would keep his hands busy enough to calm his mind. but another person in the room, especially one that made him feel so whole as Keyleth, was more grounding than he had words for. it diluted the intensity of any spirals he may try to fall into.

which is why he's so secretively thankful for Keyleth's insistence. She has a way of seeing right through any wall he builds, no matter how carefully he lays the emotional stonework. the day was hard & there was no way to hide it from her. truthfully, he wasn't sure that he was going to get to sleep regardless of her presence but it seemed like a less daunting task with her at his side.

" Well, you sound like you've already made up your mind, " Percy muses, trying to downplay the weight that slides from his shoulders. He doesn't want her to notice & try to pick it up. She looks as tired as he feels," But I can't ask you to operate on my hours. You can stay as long as you want to but don't feel like you have to stay awake on my behalf. "

#ch. percival de rolo #whalefelled #whalefelled: keyleth #comment cards (answered) #THROWS THEM AT THE WALL LIKE A BOUNCY BALL #ohhh i love them #percy: says he's not sleepy but will probably fall asleep the moment his head hits a pillow

[altuspavus]

❝ stay here, i'll run you a bath. ❞ 🥺🥺🥺

@whalefelled

And here Dorian had believed he was doing such a great job at looking neutral at worst. A tired smile managed to crawl its way onto his face, only the corners of his lips quirking upwards, minute enough a movement that most would likely have missed it. But, of course, Bull was not in the category of 'most'. He flexed his fingers by his sides, trying to get any annoyance worked out through small movements — after all, his irritation was not on account of Bull, so he knew well that he didn't want to take it out on him.

"Us," was Dorian's only initial response. Much as he adored being pampered, had been raised in luxury, he had found in recent times that luxury is so much more enjoyable when indulged in with someone else important. A piece of his mind chastised him for those thoughts, considering them to be ridiculous and in the realm of dreams. But no, Dorian wasn't at home any longer, and anything could be reality, evidently, and what a beautiful reality it could be.

Those fidgety hands found their way to try to sort out his hair and mustache, ensure that he still looked vaguely presentable despite feeling rather terribly — cold and a tad congested, and did he mention cold? Regardless, Dorian still had to look good, even if all eh had to impress were himself and Bull, the former of which would never be satisfied and the latter of which would always.

"Useless to have me stay put, anyhow, whoever is going to heat the water, hmm?" No matter what, Dorian did so hate to feel useless. Relying on someone was fine, so long as he still contributed in some way. He was positive that Bull understood.

#whalefelled #{ you'd be surprised at the credit my tongue gets me. } — [ v: main ] #{ you seem very interested in my opinions. } — [ asks ] #vaguely unwell dorian could literally be anything from allergies to sleep deprivation to light cold #he wants to be spoiled but also. bull gets spoiled too. but also dorian has to Help