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ok finally done with the revamp lord @satrnid
ok finally done with the revamp lord @satrnid
ok finally done with the revamp lord @satrnid
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i think this blog is going to go on a mini hiatus , aka , i'm going to move to a fresh blog and actually finish the carrd i've been working at in limbo without stressing myself out about replies , then go back to normal , lmao. i'm very creatively blocked lately but i think about writing constantly and i think a lot of it is bc i start working on something then forget but my brain says i can't write til i finish DHSFJKLHSDKJ i've also never done a revamp since really solidifying this blog so i feel really cluttered.
tldr i'm working on a blog move behind the scenes and adjusting to only having one day off per week again yippee... not properly going anywhere though <3
i be like 'mini hiatus very short' then fall horribly ill days later lmfao IM BETTER NOW but i didnt get a damn thing done
i think this blog is going to go on a mini hiatus , aka , i'm going to move to a fresh blog and actually finish the carrd i've been working at in limbo without stressing myself out about replies , then go back to normal , lmao. i'm very creatively blocked lately but i think about writing constantly and i think a lot of it is bc i start working on something then forget but my brain says i can't write til i finish DHSFJKLHSDKJ i've also never done a revamp since really solidifying this blog so i feel really cluttered.
tldr i'm working on a blog move behind the scenes and adjusting to only having one day off per week again yippee... not properly going anywhere though <3
slowly but surely being a lil active on vic, and then here :3
i am having such a hard time actually writing or doing anything lately so i think im gonna do what i did last time and just quietly work on my drafts behind the scenes until they're all done, without worrying about posting activity :) it worked out well last time!!
so if im quiet here rest assured i am lurking..... i am making moves....
☼ spade-tail swishes with curiosity , like a cat , waiting for the potential for mischief to show itself plain. moss looks at cardan with an inspecting gaze , a hint of shyness in the way he fidgets. ❛ most of the people here don't talk. not in any language you speak , anyways. ❜ he clicks in the speech of the mushroom people , feels the faint buzz of the mycelium beneath their feet responding. it sounds otherworldly , A LITTLE UNSETTLING. but he's just saying; hi ! and the mycelium responds in kind. ❛ so you'll have to deal with me or my dad , prince-guy. and my dad's usually busy , soo . . . ❜
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“ that may be wise. ” ásgeirr purses their lips together, head tilting slightly as they move to help their company gather their things together — this was going to be harder than he'd anticipated. of course he knew this going to be difficult — but the dragonborn can't deny that demetrius' anxiety is doing nothing to quell his own. he walks behind him, resting his hand against his back, between his shoulder blades, where his wings will sprout again. “ i will be with you every moment. my blade is yours. ” no matter how useless it would be against the might of the sulvaran guard — he still remembers how they rushed towards him with the previous lord of sulvara pressed his blade to his throat.
after everything has been gathered, ásgeirr holds what they can close to their chest as they head towards where they assume will be their take-off place — they turn to look at demetrius, and wish they could go anywhere else with him. why was it he who had to shoulder such a large responsibility? “ after the initial... conversation is had, we should rest. ” perhaps it seems lazy, but with how demetrius is now — after flying and a stressful conversation, he will need it. “ i can unpack our things, you can sleep. i'll... join you when i can. ” he clears his throat, turning his head towards the sky. it's a clear day, perfect for flying. “ are you ready? ”
☼ asgeirr’s hand on his back is warm , like a tether , and part of demetrius feels like its the only thing keeping him present , right now. its strange to think on. months ago , this was someone he'd gone blade to blade with. long before that , this was a legend he was taught to hate , a life he was trained to extinguish. now asgeirr is his comfort , perhaps the dearest friend he's ever known. they've killed for each other , and he would again in an instant. ASGEIRR HAS SOFTENED HIM , and now demetrius wonders if that truly is a bad thing , or another falsehood his father planted to make a weapon of him. the touch of a mortal is bolstering him , and now he'll return home to vouch for them , sing their praises , join their forces now on a truly political level.
demetrius lets out a heavy sigh. ❛❛ i won't sleep , not that soon. i'll need to touch base with percy , and the captain of the guard. and there must be letters to send to sulvara's allies , stirring battles to put to rest . . . ❜❜ thinking about it makes him tired all over again. such is the life of a lord. it isn't just familial betrayal he'll have to answer for———this is a usurping , this is patricide. the dragons within the city will be restless , confused. their mortal allies , none the wiser , will be anxious from the news , swords at the ready should their aid be sent for. he has a mess to clean up. he cannot be tired , cannot be nervous and beg to be understood. DEMETRIUS MUST BE FEARSOME , now , make it clear that his actions and namesake are not up for debate. this is how things are now , and if alduin catches them in a moment of weakness , they'll have worse things to worry about. rubbing the back of his neck , demetrius steps away from asgeirr to make room , and shifts into his true form———the black of his scales reflecting the morning sunlight in a way almost regal. he grunts , stretches his neck , his wings , then crouches low to the ground , reaching to nudge asgeirr with his snout. ❛❛ come on. i don't think i could ever be ready for this , but i must be. just stay close to me , when we arrive. do not stray from my sight. ❜❜
belinda waits. she sits with her hand in gio's, head falling against the railing of the control room as eyes grow heavy. it's exhausting, when you're saved from death by your immortal friend. she can feel unconsciousness starting to seep into her brain when he speaks, and suddenly she's wide awake. eyes wide, back straight, head aching slightly from where she banged it against the rail in shock. ❝ oh, because earth guns are a walk in the park. ❞ she's teasing, but her eyes are still watery. her smile has that bittersweet taste of tears, despite being so very happy to see him awake.
❝ a couple of hours, i think. ❞ hands absentmindedly rub the sleep from her eyes, shoulders rolling to ease the tension in her back. only now that the adrenaline has faded does belinda feel all the aches and pains from their adventure. ❝ how are you feeling? ❞ a hand presses against his forehead to suss out his temperature, focused gaze scanning his face. everything seems normal. well, as normal as can be. ❝ does it hurt? ❞
☾ with another quiet groan , giovanni makes himself sit up , frowning and rubbing at his wound as that strange fizzing happens again. this will be a very interesting addition to his log , later. his hand waves dismissively , a yawn in his voice. ❛❛ at least i am used to earth guns. i know what to expect with them. they do not tend to feel like a popping candy. ❜❜ this , he thinks , is a lot of drama for something he's entirely used to. he must remember that the other two are not used to it———USED TO DEATH , of course , but not the dead raising up.
craving a cigarette almost immediately , he begins to paw around in his pockets , searching for a stray. ❛❛ that is a complicated question. i am sure it does hurt , but i am quite used to pain. it does not tend to bother me terribly———more of an inconvenience. ❜❜ he pulls a half-crumpled cigarette from his pocket , eyes rolling at a few droplets of blood now staining it. ❛❛ is smoking allowed on the tardis ? ❜❜
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last night in our mini-campaign final session my bard died and the raven queen recruited them but they managed to talk her into letting them be a death speaker / personal bard in the mortal world spreading her message and warnings bc they're scared of being dead and its the closest option they had to still kinda almost being alive and getting to go home and suddenly i am absolutely fixated on this character now so get ready for them LMAO

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Bolder than the other two, her black dragon had been the first to try his wings above the water, the first to flutter from ship to ship, the first to lose himself in a passing cloud … and the first to kill.
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at least it's no physical threat that affrights wil — however, the thing that plagues them is much more difficult to deal with. there is only so much he'll be able to do to help them, but he's willing to do it. he would do anything for them. “ yeah, yeah. of course. this way. ” simon keeps his arm around their shoulders and walks them further into his room making sure the door is closed tightly behind them. they'll sleep well, he'll make sure of it.
“ you're safe now. i swear it. ” he kneels at his bedside as soon as wilhelmina is sat down, and he takes their hands with his. “ no demons will harm you while i'm near. ” with a quiet sigh, simon pulls their hands to his lips and peppers kisses all over their knuckles, then looks up at them again with his head tilted slightly. “ i can sleep with you, if you wish. if not, i do not mind the lounge across the room. it's rather comfortable, you know. ”
☼ despite their fear , the way their core trembles and their mind jolts at every sound———wilhelmina's heart skips a beat with simon crouched beside them , their hand pressed to his lips. IT WARMS THEM , makes them shake just a little less. ❛❛ thank you. ❜❜ whispered , a deep breath drawn in shortly after , held for a moment before they release it. ❛❛ in my dream , it was like when we met all over again———the demons on the farm , only this time it was an army of them , and i heard my father's voice . . . ❜❜
they trail off , grief intermingling with the lingering fear. the first time in ages they hear sinclair's voice , and its in a dream , a nightmare. ITS UNFAIR. they brush their thumb over simon's knuckles , fiddling with his hands for comfort. ❛❛ stay with me , please. ❜❜ with another deep breath , they lean backwards to flop against the mattress , letting the softness of blankets and sheets remind them they're okay. ❛❛ i don't want to be alone , not after that. ❜❜