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INDEFINITE HIATUS.
this very well may be how behind i’m on critical role, but lately my energy and happiness have been in other things and other projects, and as such, i’m going to drop even the pretense of activity on all of my rp blogs besides @preciousdark where matt, caleb and verin will be moved to as muses—though caleb as a through-plotting-only muse. it’s been a bit since i’ve been properly happy on caleb and i need to face that, and while i love him and this blog, i also need my focus to be on somewhere else than toggling blogs.
until i eventually get the urge to remake or return, i’ll see you there, discord, and in my ttrpg one-shot server ( im me if you’re into that, btw ), and happy new year to everyone.
INDEFINITE HIATUS.
this very well may be how behind i’m on critical role, but lately my energy and happiness have been in other things and other projects, and as such, i’m going to drop even the pretense of activity on all of my rp blogs besides @preciousdark where matt, caleb and verin will be moved to as muses—though caleb as a through-plotting-only muse. it’s been a bit since i’ve been properly happy on caleb and i need to face that, and while i love him and this blog, i also need my focus to be on somewhere else than toggling blogs.
until i eventually get the urge to remake or return, i’ll see you there, discord, and in my ttrpg one-shot server ( im me if you’re into that, btw ), and happy new year to everyone.
🙴 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒❟ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒—𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄. multimuse featuring critical role, the magnus archives, player characters from dungeons and dragons and other tabletop games, and more.
the way the blumentrio were systematically, fundamentally isolated from their peers, even those within in their beautiful fantasy magic dream school, in every imaginable way—starting with the fact that they were poor kids who needed the entire town’s crodfunding to get into the school for special rich kids, moving on to the social and emotional detachment from other classmates through being put on advanced classes and being told they were special for being taken separate from others, and ending with the, yeah, literal physical isolation in the form of being taken away from the school and out of the city for ikithon’s private lessons—truly, utterly breaks me whenever i think about it for too long.
someone: is giving shit to alexys for a future headcanon me, sitting here with my “caleb’s first name isn’t and has never been bren” bs: YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.
— throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant, clothe yourself in beauty untold, and see life as a means to a triumph
𝐃𝐎𝐍❜𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐃𝐎𝐍❜𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘❟ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋. the magnus institute, london, 1841. a collection of multimuses for call of cthulhu pcs & npc / the magnus archives original and canon characters. [art cred.]
Im in love with Detective/Conspiracy Theorist Beauregard
tma call of cthulhu part dos.
i only killed two of my six investigators it could’ve been worse
tma call of cthulhu part dos.
withpromise. @neinsided.
❛ now i do think, mister caleb, ❜ mollymauk says rather pointedly, arching a brow. ❛ that’s most certainly not true. ❜ it’s not hard to be interesting, actually. all one would have to do is be rude. to him, to any of his compatriots——it becomes very simple after that. all of the nein are interesting. a collection of secrets & pasts that become fun to deal with because he’s dancing on his own chasm of mysteries that literally no one in this group, him included, can know.
❛ it’s also very telling that you jumped immediately to stories. ❜ he grins, firelight turning his eyes an unsettling orange before he begins to move & the static image of his nightmares bleeds away as he settles more comfortably in the ground. ❛ i just wanted to know if you had a favourite colour. favourite drink, maybe ? you know mine’s all of them to the former & anything that can fuck me up for the latter. hmm. still, those doesn’t seem like the right kind of questions for you. stories, eh ? maybe tell me about your favourite book or bit of folklore. let me tell you, i’ve heard a lot. don’t know if any of them are true, but are they ever ? ❜
that said, he’s far more tactful than even he would have himself believe. it’s not by much, but it’s significant since he’s running with far less things to compare it too than everyone else. he knows about secrets. yasha has her own share & he’s never made it a requirement for their friendship. she leaves. she does that sometimes. she also comes back, which is what molly chooses to focus on. it’s the same for this strange collection of creatures. he likes to prod. oh, he’s a devilishly curious one, he knows that. panickedly aware of how little he has to protect him now that the jig is up, but he’s not mean. not so far up his own arse to point that sword at anyone else now that he’s felt it under his chin.
the spotlight on him shines so bright it blinds him, colour and red eyes and purple skin on the edge of his peripheral even as he focuses on looking past the person making a home of the ground beneath them. “ you seem like the kind of person who would be interested in that. ” perhaps even more than the truth—for all that’s laced in the wording, his tone isn’t judgemental, not pointed; understanding would be too kind, but closer to the truth. every stitch in crimson silk, every turn of card, every lie that leaves the other’s tongue is a story. even with the truth dug out for all of them to see, there’s still always that small sense of misdirection; a viewer expecting there to be something beneath the surface, and mollymauk, seemingly, revelling in the assumption.
a story.
caleb’s head tilts in thought, eyes turned inwards; molly’s words come close to making him laugh. a dozen little questions just beneath the surface, and he’s chosen the one caleb has an out for. “ i don’t have a favourite colour. ” no joy in his face to tell it’s because he loves them all, but a delibirate attempt to make himself boring as to not bring attention how foreign the concept feels to him. “ all of the zemnian children’s stories are quite, ah... grim. ” another passing look along the purple curls and lavender features, devil-may-care smile: perhaps he’s not given the deterrent he’d liked it to be after all. and perhaps, it’s not a bad thing. “ you know, i think you would like some of them. ” if a word of what mollymauk had told to a lonely man playing solitaire had been learnt of genuine interest in the topic.
“ not a lot of happy endings, though. ”
i was in a dnd stream today.
anyone wanna plot on a call.
blumentrio………………. frumpkin I……………… the cleric……….. asylum……….. help
i’m already one foot in canon divergence but aaaah
blumentrio................... frumpkin I.................. the cleric........... asylum........... help
@atlasburdened said: ❝ how much you overestimate me. ❞ love, veth !
“ you know, i don’t really have a reputation for... optimism. ” a joke, dry as ice; no adoration is lost from his voice nor his eyes even as he says it. he touches her, in a way he doesn’t with the others: hands on her upper arms, knelt down to eye level to see her, to look into her in the way he used to. ( he needs to bend lower now, the halfling shorter than the goblin—he would have preferred not to notice, but that was a foolish thing to mull over; it’s just one more thing that’s slightly different. there’s a glimmer in veth’s eyes he recognises from when she was nott, and he focuses on that. )
that a spark of intellect, reflecting and shining, even as she tries to keep it dim, and the whirlwind of chaos to feed it... he knows it by heart, a hidden piece of mirror in a stained glass piece, and it is through that as much as the evidence for all to support it that he builds his confidence in. “ and i don’t think i overestimate you at all. ” and neither do the nein. and neither does your husband, or your son. “ you’ve helped me—so much—.... and you’ve helped yourself. and you’ve helped the nein. ” he collects his hands to his lap, lets his gaze drift for a moment. “ you know i wouldn’t be standing here without you. but you should remember that neither would you. or your family. or many other people. we’re all here, because you’re clever. ”
and skilled, and talented, and caring, and brave. those words, true as they are, don’t make it out. “ remember that. ”
* old memes.