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#ASTRALDESTINY — independent, private fantasy multi muse featuring muses from Critical Role, Dragon Age and Oxventure, written by Hope ( she / they ), 18+

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❝ As with all things SACRED, it gives with one hand and TAKES with the other. ❞

#pinned post

oh I am awake

#if ur my d.iscord mutuals wondering 'didnt u go to sleep only like 3 hours ago?' YES I DID #but then my scalp randomly decided to get so itchy i woke up and had to take a shower at 6:30am so now Im Awake

was gone for a single day at work bc i have too much time off i need to get rid off and I got told I was missed dearly bc apparently this store is useless without me putting in my singular day a week

#like guys HOW #im literally a simple cashier HOW am i holding this place together

a win's a win right-

#bartosch i think we should stick to dice this is getting embarrassing for both of us #<- i am keenly aware i should take the chance to up my swordsmanship and strength so ive been here for a bit

thinking im doing okay in practise fights just for bartosch to absolutely obliterate me in like 2 swings. what are they feeding the guys in trotsky

#jesus- he really knocked me on my ass rip

finally cleaned my pc and we dont talk about how much dust was gathered in there

#the fans are still dusty but i cant reach those without actively pulling out the fan component I think #and Im not even gonna attempt that lol

mrsterlingeverything

Made it all the way to work and realized I forgot my cyanide pill in case of capture

#average day for imari i fear #also astrid lol #essek's too focused on self preservation for this

vounoura

↳ ᴀꜱʜᴋᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴠᴇʟʏᴀɴ ♡ ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜɪɴᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛɪʟʏᴇᴛ — ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ - ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ.

#—* josephine montilyet #—* inquisitor

blacknighted

Tess,

All is well. In Skyhold now and the inkuister has allowed me to stay. Ambassadur Motilyet has been seeing to me most. She's a kind lady. Proper angel, her. Mutt keeps asking about you. It's wintur now. Stay warm, and I will visit soon as I can. I miss you.

P.S. I keep kraving your kolaczki. I'm hoping you can bake a few next time. Been taking to them wallnuts more. Better to pare with your compuny. I'll be thinking of you.

The room tick, tick, ticks. Henry hands the lady Montilyet the parchment he'd pored over for the better part of half an hour, the scrawl intrinsic to a peasant's hand, and feels in his chest a terrible burst of affection. He misses her — as he misses everyone, really. By the Maker. He feels a little bit naked. When the silence grows, he shuffles in his boots, his ears burned hot and ruddy.

"Is it good?" He's trying. He feels like all a lout beside her intelligence, but damned if he shuffles away cowed. "Not trying to give poets a run for their money. Just want to keep in touch." / @astraldestiny, liked for a starter.

astraldestiny

She'd delighted in the idea of helping to encourage anyone to write heartfelt letters, especially one who had never really had the chance to do so before. There had been so many letters she had received across the years that she had carefully kept collected in a box in her room all the way back in Antiva, a cherished treasure of memories from so many of her loved ones. And so to enable another to share the joy of such a SIMPLE gesture such as exchanging mail was an easy choice.

And an angel, as Henry so kindly described her, she was, for she overlooked any of the mistakes and the lack of elegant penmanship that she knew a lot of her peers would have put their noses up at. It mattered not if the writing was imperfect and the letters a little crooked and splotchy when the words were just right. " It is a beautiful letter, Henry — you can tell it comes from the heart. " She placed her hand upon her chest. " And that always matters MOST of all. " Opening one of the drawers of her desk, she produced an envelope, wax and a seal. " And you know you do not have to flatter me quite so much just because I happen to be the one reading your letters before we send them off, " she added with a wink. " I will have them delivered dutifully with or without flattery. I'll have it sent out by the hour. " She folded the letter, placing it in the envelope and dipping her own quill in the inkpot that never left her side. " You'll have to tell me where this girl of yours lives ... Tess? Is that a nickname? You simply must tell me all about her. " Perhaps that was the price she took for her help. A little bit of gossip, insight into Henry's life before he had ended up on their doorstep. She liked to get to KNOW the people she worked with.

#blacknighted #you can pay josie in gossip <33 #V: INQUISITION ( josephine )

bardicchord

@astraldestiny has sung: “ How did you know my name? ” from imari for cole … dai shenanigans time

"Is that not something I should know?" The boy's tone curls in equal inquiry at the Warden-Commander's question, pale eyes searching the elf's expression for any sort of disapproval. "Imari; trembling on the lips of a friend, blood ushered from his veins. He does not deny what he has done, not now...not with eyes blazing into him like the cold, steel sun's beam etched into the knights' plates...but he searches me for...help? an escape? I cannot know, but I want the same. The name. Imari, it is plead more than it is spoken. Help us. Fix this. All of us, lost...the weight...it is choking..."

Cole trails, shoulders rolling themself as if to relieve his body from a sudden chill. His gaze averts the Warden's; not entirely intimidated by them, but know his first impressions hadn't always landed with others, even with mages.

Well, especially with mages, really.

"There is a statue in Redcliffe that bears it. And there are songs...people and spirits alike sing them..."

astraldestiny

They had hoped to remain somewhat unnoticed, then again maybe it was foolish of them to think they would not be recognised among a group of people so POLITICALLY inclined. Imari half expected the Chantry to start handing out wanted posters with their name and face on them. One of these days they'd try and nail them down for heresy or some other figment that conveniently fit the narrative they were spinning about them. Though whatever this .. young man? Boy? Had to do with all of this was a mystery to them. If getting lucky in recognising them had been all he had done maybe they would have simply brushed it off. But the more he spoke the DEEPER the ridge between the mage's brows got.

" What in the Maker's name are you on about, boy? " If he was here to try and mock them, he would have to do more than recite a few unsettling words. Whatever this was — it both felt like a massive WASTE of time and yet also something they could not simply cast aside. Maker, why did this kind of insanity always fall into their hands out of all people? " Shout it even louder across the whole damn place, will you? If this is your idea of flattery I'd like you to stop please and if this is some weird intimidation tactic it isn't working. You know I don't usually go around ANNOUNCING my arrival to everyone. It tends to not go well. " And maybe that was the idea, though the boy hardly seemed overly hostile or antagonistic in his actions and words. Just ... odd in a way they couldn't place.

" Is there anything you want from me? Or are you just here to say cryptic shit? "

#bardicchord #amazing.... imari is soooo suspicious #V: INQUISITION ( imari )

skaadshotn

~Taking a little break while one of them keep watch~

I'll always have a soft spot for Astrid and Eadwulf/the Blumentrio so there is a quick sketch !

(also below little sketches of how the cuddle pile worked before)

#—* caleb widogast #—* eadwulf grieve #—* astrid becke

magusanima

The way in which Anders can flounder around his emotions is entertaining to the elf, but not entirely a surprise. His conversation wasn't entirely unfamiliar to Behni, as he'd watched Anders charm his way into many a mage's heart (and garments besides) during their years in the Circle. He wondered if that was what he was trying at now, being his superior aside, perhaps their shared history had given the man some sort of leverage.

When he inquires into their book issue however, it forces a chuckle from Behni's lips, though he quickly brings up a balled fist to stifle himself. "So you propose we spend our hard earned sovereigns for my pleasure? That sounds a tad irresponsible, doesn't it?" He inquired, a gentle playfulness in his tone, before his gaze slowly sweeps across the keep; to those reinforcing the walls, to the smiths from Denerim and the remaining soldiers alike who patrolled the grounds. No, as nice as it sounded, this was his now...and the most important thing was to keep the people in his Keep safe from the attacks that were sure to come. His companions now had only been the start of what the Wardens could be...and if he began them on such weak foundations...

"As tempting as it is, I think we've more pressing issues, but I don't believe it entirely impossible to perhaps...come upon said novels on our travels? We've still much to accomplish these coming days after all, why not keep an eye out for me? If you find something, perhaps we could read it together~ I'll marvel at the illustrations and you can learn what it is to enjoy a good book~"

astraldestiny

" Irresponsible? " He clutched his chest dramatically. " Why, I'm almost hurt by that accusation. I just think this would benefit all of us. Many books can be educational after all. I'm sure you've heard our dear Nathaniel complain about how many of us LACK a proper education. Maybe he has some suggestions for improvement. " Not that he would want the full, theoretical book list to consist entirely of things a noble suggested. That would most certainly end up rather bland and boring. He wanted to read whatever the circle would hate the most for him to get access to.

But of course Behni crushed any hopes he had in that department. He supposed it was kind of his job, in a way. Be the serious one, be the one to keep them all responsible and ensure they stuck to their DUTY — yeah he certainly knew why he was trying to get in their commander's good graces. Getting some leeway would be good for him, especially because Behni more than most knew of his reputation as a trouble maker. Perhaps his odds weren't so bad in that department after all and the moment the other did not entirely dismiss his idea he knew he had a CHANCE to get his way.

His smirk did fade a little, however, when Behni insinuated he had never enjoyed a good book before. Now that was just insulting. Not entirely wrong perhaps, there were limits to what he could get his hands on in the circle, but still — " I've read good books before, excuse you. There was that one time Godwin managed to get his hand on this story from Orlais that was so raunchy I heard it got banned soon after. Doubt we'll find anything as interesting as that but I'm sure we can figure SOMETHING out. I'll make it worth your time — "

#magusanima #hes insufferable im sorry behni #V: AWAKENING ( anders )

assigning this alt art card to Kieran :)

Oh ... oh I see alright !!!

#onceawake #glowing eyes to signify a power up my beloved #but also was that text necessary. he doesnt wanna fight pls leave him alone

keenminded

"I will gladly take that risk. Gladly." There is a calm certainty to the firm reply, a lack of doubt that is, perhaps, a little foolish, but honest all the same. Caleb is not blind to the risk Essek speaks of; harboring a wanted man, one who had played such a role in the most recent war between Dynasty and Empire, would end any goodwill the Bright Queen had offered him, and make him a traitor to his own people. Were Essek a common man, just his Kryn origin would raise suspicion and distrust; the former Shadowhand would never be allowed to live freely in Dwendalian soil, and if discovered with Caleb, there would never be a place in his homeland for him again. This life he starts to rebuild, this home he loves so deeply and wants to work to see changed... it would be beyond his reach. And yet he would make that trade willingly, to stay at his friend's side. It frightens him, for a moment, the depth of that feeling; but there is no one quite like Essek, no one who understands him the same way, no one who shares so much of his interests and even of who he is. He loves the Empire; he loves Essek more. "If you are willing to come with me... That is more important to me than the Dynasty or the Empire, or — even my safety. You would be risking yours every day, that is no small thing. I mean it, Essek. You have a place with me. I — I really want that, if you do."

Just the thought of going their separate ways is enough to bring back the familiar twinge of wistful sorrow in his heart, felt every time they were forced to part. Now that there is a possibility of something else, a concrete possibility, the feeling had only grown more intense; if they both wish to stay together, if he is wanted as much as he wants... no amount of danger would be enough to dissuade him from this choice. And he thinks he is, watching Essek watch him; he thinks the longing in his friend's eyes is not a byproduct of his wishful thinking, as once feared, but a real reflection of his own. They no longer need to hold back from it; they do not need to stay away. There is little discussion to be had, Caleb thinks, on whether or not they should share a home. Why go back to his loneliness and condemn Essek to wander without a home, when they could share this?

He wants to make it clear he is as certain of this as he has ever been in his life; he wants Essek to understand how completely he means it, even as he hesitates to voice it plainly. The feeling catches in his throat, even as he hears the other call him special. It is not the first time he is described that way, not truly, but it feels different; being special to Essek feels different. With held breath, he waits for his friend to continue; notices the gentle trembling of his hand, exhales as it presses upon his chest, positioned just right to feel the anxious speed of his heartbeat, fluttering fast amidst the intensity of emotion tinging everything they have shared. His cheeks redden at the gesture, despite the fact that they had shared a kiss moments before. It is all new, still, and for a moment he wonders if he could ever get used to Essek touching him like this. Gods, he would like to.

There is barely a pause to blink, watching intently as he listens to that explanation, voicing of things he knew, to a point, and others he had not considered. The importance of the drow's work — his real work, the work he was devoted to heart and soul — is well known; the lengths Essek had gone for it are proof of his dedication as much as of the resistance he found within his own homeland. The lack of peers who understood him, too, is not altogether new; he knows the Nein had filled a void Essek had not even wanted to acknowledge, even if it was against his best designs (he knows, because they are the same; he knows, because it happened to him first). It does not make it clear to him, the reason why he had succeeded in earning this affection where others failed. Caleb would not describe himself as one of a kind; maybe he would have, before, when arrogance had easily tinged his worldview, when it had been easy to believe he deserved to be above everyone else. He is not devoid of it, he knows, not entirely, but now... now he fears disappointing.

You will meet so many people better than me, is the first response that comes to mind; and as quick as it comes it fades alongside every thought, as he is pulled closer. His lips part as he looks at Essek, half in awe at an intensity he had not often seen brazenly displayed, words all but forgotten. He can believe it then; not that he is that special, perhaps, but that Essek sees it, somehow, that he looks at him and finds something worth cherishing and allowing this close, something desirable, something — deserving of love, he wants to think, presumptuous as assuming it feels when it has not been said. Caleb does not hesitate to kiss him again, more fiercely than before, forgetting slow caution and the newness of it to his partner. He holds Essek as close as their position allows, fiery and overflowing with feeling; wanting Essek to feel all of it as well.

"Consider me convinced that this is how you see me," he says, breath brushing the other wizard's lips, unwilling to distance himself more than necessary. "Even if I will never understand why. It's — it's more than enough for me. There are... so many better people out there than me. Kinder, or just... good, or more lovely and deserving, but — but I'm glad it's me you want, not them. Is that selfish?" It is, he knows it is, regardless of Essek's reply; he cannot bring himself to feel differently. "I will do my best to deserve it. I promise. I do not want you to regret this."

astraldestiny

" Have you really thought this through? " He did not mean to insult Caleb by questioning his choice but he did wonder if he was blinded by the love between them, if he was not rushing his decision to agree to sheltering him despite the risks. It seemed a foolish choice — risking a life he had just rebuild for a man he had known for only such a short time then again he himself had abandoned everything for friends he had met mere MONTHS before. Maybe they were both guilty of overly hasty actions.

" I know while I am happy to disregard my home country without a second thought you are quite fond of yours, " he said, every word carefully chosen as he tried to ... what? Convince Caleb not to open his home to him? He had once been selfish enough to accept such an offer without hesitation, had been so focused on his own survival he would have paid any price, risk ANYONE, for it but Caleb ... the sheer thought of the price the wizard would pay if he were to be discovered harbouring a dynasty fugitive horrified him. " And you would not only risk your place in the Empire but the Dynasty as well. I am an enemy of both now, traitor to my home. Should the Bright Queen discover you shielding the biggest traitor her kind has ever encountered any allyship between you will me terminated immediately. " And they would put more people than just Caleb at risk. The Nein would all be under suspicion, mistrusted by both sides. Even Nicodranas might not be willing to shelter them then. No one in their right mind would risk angering both the Dynasty AND the Empire at the same time.

" In truth I could not bear seeing you ruined for daring to shelter me. " For daring to love me. He did not dare say it out loud so plainly for everyone to see ( who, Essek? An audience of two? ) for he did not want to make ASSUMPTIONS about where exactly they stood. A kiss ( or several ) could mean many things and he was hardly an expert on matters of the heart, his own beating so loudly in his chest it seemed to drown out any other sound around him. He felt nauseous in a way — overwhelmed. Usually he would simply retreat home, or to whichever corner stood in for his home at this point but the thought of leaving Caleb now, especially in the middle of ... whatever it was they were discussing felt wrong, painful even to consider. And so in spite of the way his hands were shaking and his voice trembled, he remained in place, fighting the urge to seek an escape route out of this MOMENT between them. He owed it to Caleb to try and see this through instead of running from it like a coward.

The kiss soothed some of the tension in his shoulders. He might not relax entirely in Caleb's arms but the need to disappear settled into a much quieter whisper for the time being. " I've told you — " he breathed, his own breath mixing in with his companion's ( and how curious, that it only drew him closer rather than repulsing him ) " that it is you I am worried about. Believe me I want no other man. I could not find greater happiness with anyone else. But I am also a man out of options and hunted by half the continent. You have so many better choices ahead of you and yet you are willing to risk it all for me? I betrayed your trust once, Caleb Widogast. I do not understand why you'd hand me your LIFE now. "

#keenminded #V: CR2 ( essek )