Wolves of the Revolution

Multimuse Cicero. Astarion. Vesper. Avhanneth. Solas. hc based ocs and canons HIGH ACTIVITY tagged for URL #vhaenan

[elvhaenan]

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ MULTIMUSE. WRITTEN BY CALEB. 21+. BG3. DA. DND. HEADCANON-BASED. -------------CICERO. ASTARION. VESPER. AVHANNETH. SOLAS. ------------- PLOT HEAVY. COMMUNICATION REQUIRED. INFLUENCED BY ALL SOURCES. carrd coming soon.

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[ MEMES ] -- [ CARRD ] -- [ PROMPTS]

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CICERO - BG3 Tav; The tiefling daughter of a common whore, Cicero was raised in a whorehouse from birth until the age of 13 when her mother fled in the night and abandoned her to pay her debt to the brothel owner. She managed to escape the brothel herself at the age of 19. She was abducted by mindflayers and infected on the nautiloid shortly after.

ASTARION - BG3 Companion; A vampire spawn infected by the same mindflayer tadpole as Cicero, Astarion is flamboyant and cheeky, though there might be more to him than meets the eye. He was abducted from Baldur's Gate and infected with a mindflayer worm.

VESPER - BG3 Companion OC; The Devil's Bride. Cazador's wife. Once a high-elf of Baldurian nobility, Vesper was matched with Cazador for her family's influence and fortune. Initially a love-match of a sort, the pair quickly fell out of love after being turned as Cazador became more and more power-hungry. To which end, Vesper became a prisoner in her own home, another victim to her husband's cruelty. She was abducted from Baldur's Gate and infected with a mindflayer worm.

AVHANNETH - DA OC - The Wilde Maid. An Evanuris of the wilds with a complicated history tethered to Solas in a very intimate way, she recently awoke from Uthenera with no memory of who or what she is. All she knows is that powerful magic courses through her veins.

SOLAS - The Dreadwolf; The Dreadwolf of fable, Solas is either a grand liar and a god of trickery, or a leader of rebellion and freedom. Depending on the story. Whatever he is, he is wrapped in mystery and prefers it that way.

[elvhaenan]

I just want people to like my blorbos and maybe write with me :<

[elvhaenan]

if there are any active RP blogs open to a seasoned, iconless, multimuse RP blog who's story driven and high activity, please give this a like. I'm looking for blogs specifically in the Baldur's Gate 3, Dungeons and Dragons, and Dragon Age fandoms, but cross fandoms in all fantasy genres are welcome :>

[elvhaenan]

trying to get things re-vamped here to turn this into a multi-muse so I can be more active. please don't mind the dust. I'll be done soon. I hope we can RP together very soon friends!!

[elvhaenan]

like for a small starter. no cap.

[tigerlii]

"May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out."

[elvhaenan]

anyone still out there?

[elvhaenan]

🌿 looking for some fantasy, BG3, and dragon age blogs to follow. please give this a like if you RP any of these so I can check out your blog kthx ✌️

[elvhaenan]

🌿

[rusya-pics]

Dragon Age: Inquisition | Abelas

[indigodawning]

“He clings to all that remains of his world, because he lacks the power to restore it.”

[elvhaenan]

Where should you be kissed?

knuckles

it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

tagged by: @dreadwxlf (thank you sweetie!!) tagging: YOU!!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR LAVISH BALLS, PARTIES, AND SECRETS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

may i have this dance?

you clean up nice.

shall we?

pretend you're talking to me.

have we met?

you've got a strong grip.

my eyes are up here.

i hoped you'd look my way eventually.

you look beautiful.

mind if i cut in?

i should warn you, i'm a horrible dancer.

you help me, i'll help you.

it's a pleasure to meet you.

put your hand on my shoulder.

don't look so stiff.

i wasn't expecting you to be here.

have you tried the punch?

how did you get an invite?

you weren't supposed to find me here.

we shouldn't be seen together.

mind joining me for a walk in the gardens?

this is a masquerade party, after all.

i couldn't find a date in time.

dance with me.

quick, while no one's looking.

i need another drink.

the rumor mill's already started.

at least pretend that you like me!

the pleasure is all mine.

that's good to know.

are your spies in position?

what an unexpected pleasure.

right this way, please.

take my arm.

were you eavesdropping?

we shouldn't keep them waiting.

i wouldn't be caught dead dancing with you.

did you hear the news?

are you the guest of honor?

that's a rather garish color on you.

i've heard the rumors about you.

i need some air.

you stepped on my foot!

i was just going to introduce you.

do you like my dress?

don't waste my time with pleasantries.

a word, when you have a moment.

ACTIONS AND SETTINGS * feel free to substitute "ball" for any fancy event :)

[ crowd ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the crowded room of a lavish ball

[ approach ] sender approaches receiver at a ball and asks to dance with them

[ introduce ] sender's friend introduces them to receiver at a ball

[ avoid ] sender tries to avoid awkward conversation by staying away from receiver at a ball

[ alone ] sender finds receiver alone at a ball and quietly approaches them

[ gardens ] sender and receiver abandon the crowded ball and go for a walk in the nearby gardens

[ stolen ] sender steals a moment alone with receiver at a ball and kisses them

[ wrist ] as receiver tries to return to the ball, sender reaches out and grabs their wrist, begging them to stay

[ danger ] sender realizes receiver is in danger at the ball and tries to warn them in time

[ drink ] sender brings receiver a drink at the ball

[ blend in ] receiver tries to blend in at the ball and remain unseen, but sender notices and approaches them

[ dance ] after a dance out on the ballroom floor, sender and receiver freeze in place and stare into each other's eyes

[ balcony ] sender finds receiver standing out on a balcony alone and joins them

[ stairwell ] sender stumbles upon receiver sitting in the stairwell alone, hiding from the crowded ballroom and all the guests

[ last kiss ] sender and receiver kiss before sender leaves the ball and disappears into the night

[ bedroom ] as the ball comes to a close, sender invites receiver to come home with them

[elvhaenan]

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[wolfcross]

🐦 ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( Various quotes taken from the infamous book written by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. As seen on Mr. Bigolas Dickolas Wolfwood's tweet )

Sometimes you have to hold a person, though they'll mistake embrace for strangulation.

I want to be a body for you.

I want to chase you, find you.

I want to be eluded and teased and adored.

I want to be defeated and victorious.

I want you to cut me, sharpen me. 

I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand.

I want to meet you in every place I ever loved.

Listen to me. I am your echo.

I would rather break the world than lose you.

But when I think of you, I want to be alone together.

I want to be a context for you, and you for me.

I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.

I wonder what of me there is in you.

I love you and I love you and I love you, on battlefields, in shadows.

In the deapths of lonely woods where I wandered in my youth, staring up - and even then you watched me.

You slid back through my life, and I have known you since before I knew you.

And everyone is alive, somewhere in time.

Adventure works in any strand—it calls to those who care more for living than for their lives.

Have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it?

Sometimes I think that’s what I have instead of friends.

Love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down.

Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.

Sometimes when you write, you say things I stopped myself from saying.

It's amazing how much blue there is in the world if you look.

I travel farther and faster and harder than most, and I read, and I write, and I love cities. 

I would have fought you forever.

I would have wrestled you through time.

It’s not that I never noticed before how many red things there are in the world. 

You are yourself, and so remain, as I remain.

[receiptsofwhiskey]

The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters.  (possible triggering content)

(injured)

“P-Please help me.  It hurts”

“It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel”

“I-I’m fine.  Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds”

“I can’t look. How bad is it? No wait,don’t tell me”

“Ow, ow don’t touch it!”

“Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense” 

“DOCTOR. I NEED A DOCTOR”  

“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?”

“This can’t be happening”

“Thank you for helping me. Thank you so much”

“Sorry I think that’s my blood”

“You really are an angel. Thank you for saving me”

“It appears that I’ve been impaled but that’s okay. You should see the other guy”

“I just need some ice. A lot of ice”

“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages,  very constricting”  

“I was supposed to protect you and here you are saving me. I’m sorry”

“I don’t feel too good”

“WHY IS THE ROOM SPINNING?”

“How can you tell if you have a concussion?”

“You’re so gentle, no wonder you’re a healer”

“I NEED HEALING”

“Oh. I really hope that’s not my leg”

“Please stay awhile longer. I’m still be bit shaken”

“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH”

“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible”

“You’ve done enough stitching. Stop it”

“Wow.  It doesn’t hurt at all. You’re incredible”

(The healer:) 

“Please, I just want to help you”

“You’re hurt, come here!”

“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more”

“It’s okay shhh i’m here”

“Does it hurt when I touch it”

“Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood’

“Don’t get up,  you hit your head really hard”

“I’ll make the pain go away,  just hold on”

“How are you feeling? You’ve been out for days”

“I thought you were dead when I found you. You’re lucky to be alive”

“You need to stop being so reckless I’m tired of crying over you.  This is like the tenth time you’ve almost died in front of me”

“Stop hurting yourself”

“Please, I can’t lose you”

“C’mon, wake up. You’re okay now”

“You’re not dead, silly”

“What you did was very brave, stupid but brave”

“I’ll scold you when you’re healed up, okay?”

“Want me to kiss it better you big baby?”

“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again”

“What, not even going to thank me for saving your life?”

“No, no. You don’t have to pay me”

“I’m a doctor!”

“You’re going to be okay.”

“You poor thing, who did this to you?”

“Shhh, save your breath. I’ll take care of you”

“Healing is kinda my thing”

“Next time you’re hurt don’t expect me to help!”

“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR ME (NAME)”

[some-natalie-dormer]

Natalie Dormer