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@goldflecked
hello! my name is ari, 27, she/her.
this is an independent & private blog for my d.ungeons & dr.agons player character, a tiefling bard by the name of masvari. this blog will be mobile only & iconless for the foreseeable future. i’ll be adding more information and updating as i go along, and i look forward to interacting with you!
my carrd can be found here, for rules and a general about.
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hi i got the grad school position, also here’s the masvari commission(s) i mentioned 3 weeks ago
hi i got the grad school position, also here’s the masvari commission(s) i mentioned 3 weeks ago
i’m trying to write a letter of intent for a grad school position so i can’t make my comeback but also what if i sent in some of these NSFW memes--
“yes, the horrors were unimaginable and i am fundamentally changed from my experience, however...i did obtain this very nice violin from it, and it calms me down when i hold it, so...i believe it all worked out.”
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a very brief rundown of what masvari has been up to in the campaign.
it’s, uh. set in the cr.it r.ole universe just as an fyi
went to a different country to track down and meet her adoptive father’s (nimbas) brother (kaxys). began living with him and working in his glass-blowing shop. overall, a good time.
was introduced to her current party and sent on a mission to deliver a magic wardrobe that would allow kaxys to teleport to his parent’s home and visit his dying mother. party consists of: two mercenary bffs (a tiefling barbarian and a drow ranger) and a monk. she instantly latches on.
they make it to their destination and deliver the wardrobe; kaxys’ (and, by extension, nimbas’) family know of her and take immediate dislike of her, due to their dislike of nimbas. a bad time is had by all. the dying mother mistakes masvari for her now-deceased father and she absolutely breaks down. it is made abundantly clear (to her) that she is not considered apart of this family. she feels very alone.
some side adventures happen. masvari learns the drow ranger is undead (definitely looks like it, she had legitimately no clue).
The Team is called before the bright queen with some other folks and sent on a mission to find an ancient lost city. everyone seems to have a very logical reason for being there -- the mercenary bffs retrieved some important artifacts before masvari joined, the monk is renowned for her skill. masvari is there because...the l.uxon wants her to be, and that’s the only information she gets.
she has an existential crisis on the journey. a lot of people also die on the journey.
they make it to the lost city, find some journal entries that really indicate Something Bad happened here. it’s covered in a horrific flesh. morally and ethically questionable decisions are made by the party.
masvari is convinced she will die in this city. tiny hut is the only asset she thinks she has to offer.
the flesh compels people to eat it. eating it seems like a terrible idea.
the party fights an elder brain, some ilithids, and whatever monsters and creatures were in the city and partook of the flesh. a horrible time is had by all. the drow and the tiefling are separately taken over and attack the party. a beloved NPC has his brain eaten. masvari sunders the elder brain with a shatter.
The Universe (TM) bestows masvari with a l.uxon artifact. she’s a chosen one, maybe? she does not know what to do with this information. she feels the weight of the world upon her shoulders. she cannot give the artifact away if she tries. and now she works for the k.ryn dynasty, maybe? she kind of just wants to go back to the way things were.
currently the party is heading out to meet with a Spy at the co.balt s.oul, also with the hopes of finding masvari’s troupe in the process. she’s going to go into a panic the moment she sees anyone from her circus troupe and i cannot wait.
also, she has a +16 to performance but almost never gets to perform and it’s, tbh, tragic.
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“you know, if you keep making that face, it’ll be stuck that way forever. and it will be so tragic, as at your most triumphant moment, you will only be able to look like...this.”
would anyone like a one-line thing to help me get back in the swing of things 🥺
what if i came back to this blog in the near future
i wrote a scene from the campaign and decided i might as well post it here. if you want context, i’m sorry.
the view of the sky is clear, unobstructed, as the airship sails above the clouds. the night air is cold, moreso than she is used to with the thin atmosphere, but masvari still sneaks out from the bunks below to sit up on the deck. it’s quiet enough, the only noise coming from the idle chatter of the crew.
she sits on the hard wood of the deck, back against the railing, her eyes -- solid gold and soft -- turned skyward. she’d done this every night since they had left, climbed up from within the ship to ponder the stars, once she was certain everyone else had fallen asleep. there was no knowledge to be gained, she knew. reading the heavens was a skill, one that she did not possess, and yet, she gazed up night after night, hoping, praying to find answers.
or even just to see her name, to see some tangible proof that the stars called for her presence, as she had been told. as though seeing it would somehow suddenly make all of this make sense -- that she had been brought along on a dangerous mission to locate a lost city, despite her lack of credentials, her lack of skill in anything useful.
she was different from everyone here -- not a warrior, or an archeologist, or a mercenary, no one that could be of any true aid in a fight -- and she knew it.
a creak from the steps that lead below deck, and masvari’s attention shifted, curious to see who else was awake at this hour.
she sees him before he’s even fully on deck, tall and not so much lanky as he is just devoid of muscle mass -- truly nothing but skin and bone. though perhaps unsettling to others (especially at night), masvari feels...not relief, not really, but a warmth in her chest as haven comes to sit next to her. a kind of companionship that she’d longed for since leaving the circus.
he doesn’t speak, doesn’t try to reassure her about her place here as janos had the night prior. he just sits with her, quietly, keeping her company, meditating on the stars with her. and it’s comforting, to be allowed to navigate her feelings without being fully alone, to know that he is here to listen should she want to speak up, but there is no pressure to do so.
they sit in silence for a long while, until the anxiety deep in the pit of her stomach subsides, and when she finally turns to him, it’s with a smile.
“do you want to learn how to play music?”
there’s a moment, a pause, and she can only imagine that the offer surprised him -- she’s never been good with reading people, and the fact that only his mouth is visible doesn’t help, but he’s also never been particularly good at hiding his feelings, not from her experience.
“yes!” he’s enthusiastic in his answer, nodding his head as he adjusts himself to face her.
and, with similar enthusiasm, she pulls her newly acquired accordion from her bag -- small and travel-sized and perfectly hexagonal -- and adjusts it in her hands.
“okay, so, you hold it like this, and--” her words stop short as she looks from her hands back up to haven, to the solid wooden mask on his face.
haven is blind, and she sincerely doubts the bees would be of any help in this instance.
“um...hmm....” her tail swishes in thought; she’s taught people to play instruments before, but never had she done so without being able to demonstrate for them. “okay, well...if-if you don’t mind, allow me to...” she trails off, reaching forward now to gently guide the accordion into his hands, trying so hard to touch him only as much as is necessary.
she adjusts his fingers -- and is struck very suddenly by the memory that he is missing a few.
this is going to be harder than she thought.
“now, press this button,” and she directs one of his fingers to the appropriate spot, “and extend your left arm.”
she nods in encouragement as he does exactly as told, though there’s an air of confusion on what little of his face she can see.
“it didn’t make any noise...”
“right! you’re just opening the bellows, but that’s not what makes the sound. er,” she frowns, snapping her fingers for a moment in thought. “moving the two ends apart and together just moves air in and out, but if you want it to make sound, you’ll have to push the buttons! just pick any of the buttons on the left side and press it while you push the accordion back together again.”
the sound the instrument makes as he follows her instruction is...bad. off key, somehow, more squeaky than she thinks she’s ever heard -- and yet, there is so much genuine excitement on his face that she can’t bring herself to care.
“good! that’s good, that’s wonderful, haven! now, okay, put your index finger here,” she leans forward, bracing herself on one hand, as she adjusts the position of his fingers. “and your thumb here. that’s the c note and the c chord. now just open and close the bellows and alternate between those two.”
it doesn’t sound any better than before; it’s tuneless, his movement of the accordion is anything but smooth, leading to jerky, stilted notes, and sometimes the fingers of his right hand would press down on the keys, making for a strange, discordant sound. but he’s trying, and he’s smiling, and she’s so genuinely proud in this moment that she doesn’t care that it sounds bad.
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have you ever had your ass kicked so thoroughly by a job--
Somerset
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DARK IN HERE STARTERS
taken from the 2021 album by the mountain goats
PARISIAN ENCLAVE
’ let the devil take the rest. ’ ’ walls envelop all of us like a mother who protects her young. ’ ’ i go beneath the streets of the city with my brethren in the neverending shadow. ’
THE DESTRUCTION OF THE KOLA SUPERDEEP BOREHOLE TOWER
’ stick bright reflective tape to the collar of your shirt. ’ ’ mind your business, and you won’t get hurt. ’ ’ be true to the things you said you’d  be true to. ’ ’ always keep your objective in view. ’ ’ those who came to learn these lessons left no trace of their presence. ’ ’ show the world your true face. ’ ’ burn such fuel as you need to burn. ’ ’ keep a sense of wonder when you finally reach your goal. ’ ’ what will they say back home about you? ’
MOBILE
’ they threw him down into the water, but he did not drown. ’ ’ be free of your burden. ’ ’ i’m on a balcony waiting for the wind to throw me down. ’ ’ if you won’t keep me safe and warm, then send down the storm. ’ ’ why do you hold back your fury? ’ ’ don’t hold back your fury. ’
DARK IN HERE
’ steal away at sundown. ’ ’ check for signs of ambush. ’ ’ i’m tired of running, tired of never standing still. ’ ’ hear them riding up the hill? ’ ’ it’s high noon somewhere, but it’s dark in here. ’ ’ you, who thirst for action: i will give you some. ’ ’ when the smoke dies down, you can rest assured that we will know who kept their word. ’ ’ you stood so proud once. ’ ’ i can taste your fear. ’ ’ it’s dark as a coal mine filling up with gas. ’ ’ will you be ready when your moment comes? ’ ’ i live in the darkness. ’
LIZARD SUIT
’ take the trouble to pronounce the street names right; people like it when you show respect. ’ ’ it’s so hard to get noticed in this town. ’ ’ you’re almost invisible aboard the train. ’ ’ there’s so many people who i just can’t read. ’ ’ i have to trust that my compass stays true. ’ ’ i let my phobias control my habits, and i let my habits form the shapes of days. ’
WHEN A POWERFUL ANIMAL COMES
’ we move by night. ’ ’ we’ll follow the shoreline until we’ve run clean out of land. ’ ’ we’ve made mistakes. ’ ’ everyone spots their own mess when the dawn breaks. ’ ’ life is short, and life is hard, and life is sweet. ’ ’ they will never know what hit them. ’ ’ it gets pretty hard to concentrate. ’
TO THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN
’ i rode past you on the road again today. ’ ’ who awakes prepared to face such sights as these? ’ ’ god keep the hunter who shows mercy to his prey. ’ ’ as you approached, i could sense the threat. ’ ’ a stranger’s just a friend who hasn’t shared their secrets yet. ’ ’ songs bloom in the dark. ’ ’ i seek the gate of wisdom. ’ ’ get ready for the waterworks. ’ ’ one of us will tire, and one will rise and ride away. ’
THE NEW HYDRA COLLECTION
’ i’m hell bent on doing the work that you cowards won’t do. ’ ’ we’re weaving the future from bright new threads. ’ ’ i dream of the day when the calm waters break. ’ ’ the safe way isn’t the only way to go. ’ ’ it’s only a test run. ’ ’ the tension’s too delicious to bear. ’ ’ according to my projections, everybody’s going to run for their lives. ’ ’ wait until our time has come. ’
THE SLOW PARTS ON DEATH METAL ALBUMS
’ i’m jumping out of my skin. ’ ’ this tiny sector can’t contain me. ’ ’ i go where i’m not wanted. ’ ’ i’m trying to find the mask that fits me. ’ ’ let me dance until i die. ’ ’ let it begin with me. ’ ’ we’re never quite free. ’
BEFORE I GOT THERE
’ the relics are all in ruin. ’ ’ it’s illegible forever. ’ ’ it’s an oracle with no tongue. ’ ’ the bodies of the fallen are in a pit behind the altar. ’ ’ their faces were turned toward the sky that they would never see again. ’ ’ i have failed you. ’
ARGUING WITH THE GHOST OF PETER LAUGHNER ABOUT HIS CONEY ISLAND BABY REVIEW
’ will there be another way? ’ ’ you took the ancient spell with you wen you fell. ’ ’ i hurt too hard, too long, and i’ll die too young. ’ ’ may your passage be assured. ’ ’ you will always have been here once. ’
LET ME BATHE IN DEMONIC LIGHT
’ someday, the old flesh will give way to the new. ’ ’ find a functioning mirror inside, and slip right through. ’ ’ who’s coming with me? ’ ’ show me my one true face. ’ ’ i’m hopeless, but free. ’ ’ you’re lit up like a marquee shining over the freeway. ’ ’ where will my long trail end? ’ ’ there’s undying hunger deep in the bloodline. ’
@ardentfew​ asked: feelings realization from Dain because I love to cause problemsÂ
tagged appropriately | accepting!
she always thought it would be profound, but it isn't.
songs and stories had lead her to believe this moment would be earth shattering, that the stars would align and the world would shift and suddenly her life would fall into place, but it doesn't.
it's mundane, and it's quiet, no more than a passing thought as they walk, as she observes him and listens with the most affectionate of smiles on her face. the idea that she could spend every day with him, hear his every word, and never tire of it.
of him.
and there’s a beat before the weight of it sets in, the full knowledge and understanding of what it is that she feels, and suddenly her heart is pounding in her chest. warmth spreads slowly from her core outwards, painting her face and the ends of her ears a deep shade of purple. sharp teeth come down on her lower lip and suddenly she’s fidgeting -- turning the rings on her fingers, tail swishing and thrashing and suddenly unable to stay still. her eyes focus ahead now, no longer focused on him, losing his voice to the sound of her own pulse.
she’s in love.
and she isn’t sure what that means, not really. if this were a song, she’d declare it outright in some grand romantic gesture. if this were a story, she’d go to great lengths to prove her love to him, and perhaps even to earn it.
but she doesn’t do any of that; instead she falls into her own mind, thinking of what the proper course to take might be. what his response might be, would he feel the same? does he feel the same? is she too obvious with her feelings, does he know?
she trips, having been so lost inside her head that she missed an uneven segment of road. she sits a moment, enough to readjust and recenter herself, and she offers a wide smile to dain -- as though her heart isn’t still beating wildly.
“apologies, i got a little lost in thought!”
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she's an 8, but she literally never shuts up and has no sense of personal space
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