elsewhere!

muses have been moved!

[chainbroke]

muses are moved, blog is an archive, catch me here:

MAIRI: @greywrath LEE: @dragyn MONAERIA: @undeth

[chainbroke]

muses are moved, blog is an archive, catch me here:

MAIRI: @greywrath LEE: @dragyn MONAERIA: @undeth

[chainbroke]

ok! woo! we stan being inconvenient!  i’m going back to single muse blogs because having a multimuse is Too Much and i am Very Impulsive ( jk i’ve been thinking abt this for like a month )

mihra & varis have gotten the boot, but could return! mihra needs to be revamped bc i’m bored of her, and varis was low activity anyways. ill keep yall updated! sorry to those of you that had threads with them! 

as for the others.... give ‘em a follow if u still want to interact! threads/relations are still the same, nothings changed, they’re just Elsewhere! ill do their replies once things r sorted.

MAIRI: @greywrath LEE: @dragyn MONAERIA: @undeth

[hopeamikaelsons]

Octavia Blake in S06E02 “Red Sun Rising”

[chainbroke]

( A COMTESSE. )

She frowned, already feeling a frustration with a woman who so clearly harbored no appreciation for the finer things in life – and a certain, unfamiliar defensiveness after being dismissed so thoroughly. And on top of it all, it felt as though Mairi were insulting the soldiers directly, saying their looks didn’t matter just because of who they were. Josefin jumped to their defense without a thought. “Just because they cover their faces and don’t need to care how they look during battle, it doesn’t mean they aren’t allowed to be handsome. Even when they aren’t trying to be.” Perhaps even more so then, she thought, but kept that secret to herself.

MAIRI COULDN’T STOP HER EYES FROM ROLLING, a mean sort of habit she was trying to break, but failed at in this moment. it was clear how uncaring she was for the other’s word, told by the way she ate one final bite of her sandwich while she listened, before giving the rest of it to rufus. ❝ i’m not saying they’re not ALLOWED to be. ❞ rufus scarfed down the sandwich in a meager two bites, while mairi wiped the crumbs off her hands  &  into the grass. ❝ but whats the point in anyone being handsome ? there are more important things to be, as they are. ❞

[chainbroke]

( HOWE. )

Thomas wasn’t sure if he could explain it, not really. He’d mourned Rendon Howe a long time ago. Since he was old enough to really understand that his father wasn’t… “I’ll mourn only who he should have and could have been.” He finally stated, voice firming in determination.

He couldn’t mourn who Rendon was and who he became. That man was a hard, cold one, without mercy, or compassion. He knew this intimately himself, even if he never said it aloud to anyone else.

But now, they just had to hope they all survived long enough to even see the Arl’s comeuppance. The world was against them, and neither was time on their side.

“Do you think we should see Eamon first? Or go somewhere else?” They needed support - against the Blight and for their own personal issues. Mairi couldn’t begin anticipating her vengeance until she could walk into Denerim without fear of arrest. They needed support, and quickly. Perhaps it seemed like a change of subject, but it was directed, at least.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄.  mairi could understand that------there were no pleasantries when it came to speaking of rendon howe, whether on the topic of his betrayal, his failure to be a father, or the DEATH he would inevitably face.  &  she would not force it ; mairi likely didn’t want to speak of her father’s fate any more than thomas did his.

she may have turned COLD, but she still drew a line between ensuring he knew where they stood,  &  outright tormenting him with things out of his control. 

❝ eamon first. ❞ her answer came short, hands lingering towards her dog, a soft comfort which reminded her that camp was not a hostile place. thomas howe was not yet trusted, but he was no reason to be so GUARDED, either. eyes closed as she allowed herself some sliver of relaxation. ❝ if anyone can lend aid, its him. alistair seems to think so too. we can deal with the rest of the warden contracts after, if we haven’t succumb to the blight by then. ❞ 

[chainbroke]

( STRANGER  &  FRIEND. )

“He was like you?” she echoed, confused. “I don’t think so. I hatched him myself. He’s my baby, and I know he’s not going to turn into an elf any time soon.” But Iskra paused and looked down at Beans, brows furrowed, already forgotten their second question. 

“I mean … he’s not going to turn into an elf anytime soon, right?” she asked, suddenly unsure. She was learning through trial and error more than anything, and while she was fairly sure they didn’t metamorphose so dramatically, stranger things had happened in this world before. Like a hole in the sky. And an elf being named Herald of Andraste.

THEIR HEAD SHOOK WITH MORE FRUSTRATION, as lee realized they must have worded something wrong, used an incorrect turn of phrase, or something on those lines. hands pulled back from the baby dragon to wave the strangers question away. ❝ no, no ... i was. ❞ brows pinched together as it dawned on them that that likely made things MORE confusing.

❝ like him, but ... bigger. ❞ their hands reached far above their head, miming poorly along with their words. ❝ with MAGIC, not----born ? ❞ if only they could’ve remembered the word for shape-shifting, their explanation would have come so much easier !

[chainbroke]

( ??? )

——— breathing in, his hands resting on his hips, hjolden ALMOST looks like he belongs here. well, sort of. at the very least he doesn’t look lost, and that in his book, is a win.

          his confidence does wane after a moment; no one approaches him (in fact, they either don’t see him or are specifically ignoring him) and now he’s starting to slump, glance around awkwardly, and finds that the only way he can get people to even pry their faces out of a book or pause a conversation is to clear his throat. one step away from throw a thu’um right into the air, he manages to get the attention of a small group of mages. maybe one of them can help.

          ❝ ‘cuse me! ❞ he says in a loud and forced jovial greeting, ❝ i’m looking for someone who might be able to help me with a sort of… ah, enchanted ring? ❞ 

@chainbroke [ varis ] liked for a starter!

THE BOOK SHE HOLDS DROPS as varis slaps a hand over one particular classmates mouth. a bit of a forceful reaction, she realizes, but her intent isn’t to hurt------its to SILENCE. she could have cast a spell for that instead, but her reflexes had other ideas. 

this classmate specializes in enchanted things  &  is very likely to speak up ; but he is also condescending, annoying,  &  ... varis really really wants to be helpful, today. she’s been learning about enchantments ! so, after ensuring that person best suited for the job WON’T get in her way, she raises to her feet, a beaming, friendly smile gracing her features.

❝ i can help you ! ❞ a hand extends to shake as her words come in rapid succession. ❝ i’m varis, by the way, and you ? also, what sort of enchanted ring? do you need an enchantment for it, or is it already enchanted ? ❞

[chainbroke]

also so no ones alarmed, i’ve been playin around with how i format and will be doing so here too dkfjhfjdk

[madaboutasoiaf]

I don’t have love here

[chainbroke]

one of our players just thanos snapped dndverse npc lee icb my own oc is canon divergent 

[octaviagifs]

[thefreakyfun]

requested: nurbanu hatun + puppy

[chainbroke]

( threnn. )

         𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓, threnn surmised. what reason did monaeria have to harm them? 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋——there were plenty, if they truly thought about it; but if she wanted to plunge a knife in their chest, she would have already done it by now. deadly, she was, with a blade &. the right amount of spite; &. though threnn trusted in the talent of their nightingales, many of them could easily fall to monaeria’s skill. but they hadn’t.

        the hand fell from the hilt, &. they nodded once. ❝ ‘ave tae take precautions, ye kno’. no’ many folk be likin’ m'kind, these days. ❞ it would have been a  𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 joke for an enemy to send monaeria, of all people, to slay them. they had given her a second chance in this cold unforgiving world, how ironic would it be that she were the one to finally do them in?

        many things, threnn had seen; many fiends, many shambling once-bodies, many dire beasts——&. yet, none looked quite as frightening as monaeria. it was  𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 to know that they were the reason for such a drastic change, &. they slipped around her to sidle behind their desk. silently, they undid the buckles that kept their weapons on their hips, tossing the dual blades onto the hard wood before them.

        ❝ a ain’t gonnae throw ye ou’ fer breakin’ in; tha’d be righ’ dastardly o'me, if a did. ❞ a ghost of a laugh slipped from their lips, mirroring her bitterness.  ❝ go on, then. talk. am listenin’. ❞

         it occurred to monaeria rather swiftly that she hadn’t entirely thought this through. she knew whatever she was doing, she wanted to do it-------or, needed to, perhaps. even in that, she wasn’t sure ; but she had nothing else. how to word such a thing, what to say, what to request ? she WORE her hesitation, her own eyes trailing away to stare at her boots on threnn’s desk, for a moment.

         monaeria had nothing, no-one,  &  no purpose. the GHOST of a hero wandering istaelan with no aim, she felt somehow emptier than she had when she’d left threnn in the first place ; a waste of air  &  space, alive against the will of fate itself. 

                                                        WHY ?

         she hadn’t remained long enough to ask. realizing she was brought back  &  not luther had twisted her insides, broken any semblance of trust  &  happiness she had ; so she’d wordlessly disappeared into a cloud of rage  &  DESPAIR. threnn must have had a reason, some grand scheme, hidden knowledge as to why monaeria couldn’t die when she was ready, why innocent luther could die  &  she couldn’t. she needed that reason. she’d come to request a purpose, demand it, without even sparing thought to the fact that threnn may have had one already. 

           eyes all snapped back to threnn, those of the cloak looking almost SAD, something she wouldn’t allow of her own eyes. ❝ why did you bring me back ? ❞ she cut to the chase, never one to mince words. ❝ what purpose is my living meant to serve ? ❞  &,  she thought ; have i not given enough ?

[chainbroke]

( ??? )

——— the smell is what draws him close; but even he can’t keep his presence unseen and unknown. not when your form blots out the light in the sky and sends darkness dancing across the ground. bahlok lands with a gust and a rumble, his neck craning up and staring down at the small elf before him. curious, this is not what what he expected to find waiting for him. all this talk of dragons back in skyrim; would all of them be so small?

          but not only do they smell like a dov, they smell of strange magics. a curse, perhaps? instead of speculating and remaining silent, the dovah lowers his head and leans closer. three strong sniffs, and he has decided that not only was this small elf a dovah, but they are most certainly cursed.

          「 hi los mal, fah aan dovah, 」 his voice is deep and if not for his massive size (or the glisten of sharp fangs) he might almost sound soothing, ❝ what has cursed you? ❞

@chainbroke [ lee ] liked for a starter!

        for perhaps the very first time, seeing another of their kin feels safe instead of dreadful. shouldering insults  &  curses would be a vast improvement to what lirnikriin------or, lee, as she’d called them, a more MERCIFUL name------has endured for what feels like an eternity.

     &  though they understand the reason for it ; the sniffing is entirely strange, so they take a step backward, stumbling some in the process. mortal bodies feel so ODD, off balance,  & simply wrong.

       nervous befuddlement finds temporary pause in response to the dov’s words, now-smaller eyes narrowing in what appears to be a shred of annoyance. ❝ zu’u los ahmiin. ❞ mouth smacks, off-put ; their language is difficult to get right, with this new mouth------this body is a CURSE in itself, a malnourished, broken hindrance, too foreign to be functional. they feel so small, in comparison. ❝ a ... witch, of sorts. someone crazed-----she spoke of the dovahkiin, thought to make me one. ❞

[chainbroke]

( threnn. )

         𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. several contacts &. other strings of their web had gotten caught up in some great scandal across the continent; of which, they had to clean up. bloodless, thankfully——they would have hated to terminate such a well of knowledge. but, was it oh so 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃; &. took much pleasing to get everyone sorted out once more.

        they had  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 for a quiet night, alone in their study; but things never really went the way threnn planned, did they? upon returning to the sanctuary, several saucer-eyed recruits pointed in the direction of said study &. told them someone was there——a cloak of eyes!—— they said, thoroughly frightened.

        ah. she’s returned, then.

        rolling their shoulders, threnn made their way to the room, a hand resting with caution on the hilt of right. the door opened with a spell they’d put in many moons ago, &. once they saw her, they  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 knew why those lads &. lasses were so terrified.  ❝ evenin’. ❞ they grunted, kicking the door shut behind them, the click of the many locks impossibly loud in the quiet room.

        brow raised, they drew further into the room, staying behind her.  ❝ whot’re ye doin’ ‘ere, monaeria? i though’ ye went an’ buggered off t'a 'ole somewhere. ❞

       monaeria altric hardly recognized her own name. it felt like a name which belonged to someone else, someone she knew in the past, but knew no longer. like it belonged to someone who’d died.  &  for someone so void of emotion, she found herself incredibly UNSETTLED------hearing her name, the click of locks, staring through foreign eyes at someone she’d once thought a good friend, now holding a hand over their blade as if they were about to be attacked.

      the eyes squinted at threnn unanimously, looking pointedly at their defensive stance.

                              ❝ i’m not here to kill you, you know. ❞

       only then did monaeria turn her head  &  look upon threnn with her own eyes, swallowing her discomfort before doing so. a mess of long-worn black braids fell away to reveal her face, paler than it was in life, veins  &  dark circles far more prominent through translucent skin, eyes stained as red as blood.

       she merely stared, for a moment, expression blank. threnn was so familiar, yet simply looking at them reminded monaeria of how unwillingly alive she was. she wasn’t sure how to feel------displeased that she was feeling AT ALL. ❝ i wanted to talk. ❞ she spoke with an eerie plainness, voice lacking emotion. ❝ unless my company is no longer welcome. ❞

[chainbroke]

there’s something Too fun about referring to monaeria’s cloak as “the eyes” and treating them almost like an npc in threads