💖 - Do you have any blogs you really enjoy writing with?

//Well I mean there's you of course <3 I really enjoy writing with everyone on here obviously but some top tier blogs include: @chaostides, @divinafatum, @thoselittledespairs, @luna-mxth, @atlasveiled, @uvher and probably a bunch more people I'm forgetting because it's late and I'm tired lmao (special shout out to @lcgacyofages/@tadbitfooled who doesn't come on much anymore but was one of the first people I started rping with in bg3 rp lol)

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?

//I was actually talking about this the other day but I'd love to write more Elysia during the fifth blight! She's different than in her dai or dav verses simply because she's 20 and fresh out of the circle tower and it's a very stressful time in her life lol

I'd also like to write more Cullen in general but pre everything at Kinloch Hold because he was so baby back then. And then the demons and blood magic happened lmao

@reigniite gets a thing!

Minthara is not easily impressed. But Rhys has impressed her this day, and it feels wrong to not acknowledge it. The Iron Throne is at the bottom of the harbor, and it's through his pure strength that the rest of them are not there along with it.

She comes to sit beside Rhys at the fire, bringing her armor to clean to keep her hands from being idle. She's not nervous, necessarily, but praising others has never been her strong suit. The only one she finds it simple to do so with is Karlach. The tiefling's suffering had brought her to tears, her kindness had kept her restless countless nights trying to discern. Minthara was not gentle. She was not raised to be so.

@reigniite asked:

i would not venture there except in great need . / companion rhys, talking about going further into the underdark than necessary?

Nimue didn't know too much about Drow culture, truthfully. She knew a little. Spiders. Gods, the spiders. The little 'wood elf' suppressed a shudder at that thought alone. She was vaguely aware that Drow were typically unkind, ruthless, racist, and sexist. Or... perhaps some of that was stereotyping? It didn't apply to all Drow, that she was sure of. Well, she'd give it a 90% surety. She was equally unfamiliar with the Underdark, as a whole. But, in all this, she didn't know what could be going through Rhys' mind.

@reigniite said: “that's not the worst thing i've ever heard, but it's certainly up there.” / uhhh Finn?

He's often wondered if he was actually a full elf. Some of the other kids at the orphanage wouldn't need to sleep like the rest of them, able to meditate for a few hours and be completely refreshed. Daero had often been a night owl, something that had made thievery an easy way to take care of his people. But still, even now with no cities worth pilfering for ages, the half elf sat awake, sitting on a log and flipping a dagger idly into the air and catching it over and over.

He hears footsteps and tenses, dagger gripped defensively, before @reigniite makes herself known. He relaxes, offers Clare a light smile, and apologizes. "Sorry. Didn't wake you, did I? I was trying to be quiet, honest." Green eyes turn out towards the lake and, though he's unsure why he elaborates, Daero continues. "This isn't my first time roughing it but I guess I'm more of a city boy than I had realized. I think I need the sound of crowds or I can't fall asleep at night."

|| @reigniite - Bree ||

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—      This was new for him. Well, not necessarily if he spent a moment longer analyzing older memories of his youth, but his reluctance of doing such things meant he labeled this as new rather than distantly familiar. For a long time, he had taken comfort in silence, hells, even his reverie was dark and quiet--devoid of all stimulus and distractions. Yet, as he sat at the campfire with his journal, all he could feel was tension in the silence as she sat across from him.

𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻 𝑺𝑶 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑱𝑶𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑴 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑯. He chuckled softly. ❝ Well, this is unexpected, but nevertheless welcomed. Where have ye been Clare, ye stop answerin' ma letters.❞ he pretended to be offended but grinned. 

❝ Ye want me to wash yer hair? ❞ 

@reigniite liked for a bath.