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ayyy i’m neekou! she/her, 25. this blog is low activity for the most part, as i work full-time. this is a multimuse with canon & original characters! d&d / podcast / video game inspired!
discord preferred for plotting. carrd link here! other blogs : @guiltshadow
bertrand was muttering beneath his breath — something inconsequential, really; something about looking forward to sleeping in a warm bed by the end of the evening. something about going to bed immediately after supper. while he considered himself to be particularly spry, that didn't necessarily mean that his age didn't plague him on occasion.
he was a far cry from the sprightly adventurer that had toiled in the presence of vox machina, but no less capable. mid-contemplation, the fighter nudges dorian with the sharp point of his elbow to catch his attention.
❝ so, tell me. what are your thoughts on this whole... hole situation? ❞ he gestures vaguely, miming a hole resembling where the shade creepers had appeared from within.
a starter for @vvanderers from bertrand!
Sam Riegel as FRESH CUT GRASS.
+ STATS
- jester.
“So many!” Jester starts off listing pastries they’d tried in Wildemount, sitting closer to the center of her mother’s bed with her legs curled underneath her skirt, like she used to do when she was a little girl. Bear claws, lemon pound muffins, cherry chip scones, cinnamon biscuits, glazed donut holes in all colors, and orange coffee cake among her favorites. “I mean, they don’t do cinnamon as well as Nicodranas does cinnamon, but I don’t know if anyone can. I think you’d like the cherry stuff, it’s bright and red and beautiful like you!” Her smile brightens up after taking a bite of a sugar donut herself and covering her upper lip and nose with powder.
Right, of course. Dad would come if he knows what’s good for him, which he does now. “Uhh… I don’t know how soon, I was hoping you’d help me with that, but— there’s the Mighty Nein, and Essek, and the Brenattos, and the Clays, oh my gosh there’s so many of them mama, I don’t know if they’d want to leave their forest, oh! And our Nein Heroz crew, of course! And everyone who works here, and dad, and Pumat Sol, and…” she pauses, blinking to herself and taking a moment before she makes the count in her head, “at least, like, 70 people?” Jester gasps, a frown. Uh-oh. “There’s a problem though, uh… I think dad and Fjord’s uh… kinda dad? His old captain, they knew each other but I think they hate each other. But I don’t know why, he won’t say. Have you ever heard of a Vandran?”
as jester gets comfortable, so does marion; she adapts to her daughter's exuberance as if she had never left, and the smile upon her beautiful features remains a steady constant. the ruby had obviously been showered with a variety of gifts during her time within the chateau, though they typically remained of the jewelry or floral variety — perhaps she'd request a sweet or two on occasion, when she was missing jester during her exploits.
❝ i do enjoy fresh cherries, ❞ she admits warmly; as the other continues to list her guests, she can't help but feel a little overwhelmed. beyond babenon, the nein, and the brenattos, the rest were strangers. a newfound graciousness for jester's countless friends sprouts forth by way of tears suddenly stinging at the corners of her eyes. oh, she murmurs, wiping them away deftly as she ponders jester's question.
❝ i don't think so, ❞ marion begins, ❝ but they'll both behave, my little sapphire. trust me. ❞
Caleb & Veth + declarations of love
- opal.
Lips pressing together, Opal looks down at their hands and nods to herself after he squeezes hers. Wandering around. That’s a good way to describe what she feels like she’s doing, at the moment, and maybe only Dariax understands that feeling. She’s not really sure anymore. “What if… what if we both wander around?” The warlock looks up, “You’ve heard them, they– Orym’s super powerful boss lady just gave us a mission, but I don’t know if…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, lets it linger instead, falling into silence for a moment as she sighs.
“Really?” Opal stares in disbelief for a moment before she allows herself to finally smile, a chuckle escaping her lips at the idea of someone like Dariax being scared off of accepting a deal with the Spider Queen, all mighty and powerful and persuasive as she was, just because Dorian was mad. “Well, yes, but– I’m, like, turning evil or something. I don’t know. And I can’t take it off, and that spider bitch is really scary, okay? I thought having Ted yell at me in my head was bad, but this…” she blows a breath, shaking her head, “this is the stuff of nightmares. I’m glad you didn’t do it. You’re too good for her anyway.”
he keeps his gaze on her, even as she looks to their hands and then back forward. dariax simply hopes that he can offer some semblance of comfort despite not entirely understanding what she’s going through; he’d like to think that he has a way with words, but he was also keenly aware that he often put his foot directly into his mouth. ❝ we can do that, ❞ the dwarf promises resolutely. he watches her in silence.
❝ really, really, ❞ comes his reply. ❝ i was suuuuper close. like... grabbing it out of the bag close. ❞ at her words, he stills somewhat, ❝ is she... talking to you? that sounds terrible. maybe ted can scare her off? ❞ his brows furrow somewhat at the implication, ❝ like i said, you did what you did to save us. that’s all there is to it. anyways, i’m pretty sure you couldn’t ever really be evil. i’ve seen what you can do; you’re way too strong for some creepy spider lady to boss you around. ❞
feels like veth is going to leave soon and he’s gonna miss her sm ;____;
- jester.
Jester holds his gaze, knitting her eyebrows too as she mirrors his expression while he talks, makes the greatest effort she can possibly can not to change it because it’s important to her father that she listens, that much she knows. Though she knows she probably looks crazy, this matters. So when he’s done, hand on her shoulder and sad words in his lips, Jester finally lets go of the charade and blows out a dramatic loud breath, rolling her eyes. “Daaad,” she whines.
Does he not get it? It doesn’t matter if they’re famous, love matters more. “That’s why you need a plan! Or are you just… gonna stay here? Is that what you want, to be a criminal forever and then, like, die alone or something?” Really? “I mean, you wouldn’t be alone, I’d come, but… that’s not the point.” Jester leans in, her voice a whisper now like she’s sharing confidential information. “You can come to Nicodranas, find a new… Gentleman or something, a new boss. Mama kept me hidden for more than twenty years, you don’t think she can do the same for you?”
it’s difficult to meet her gaze, given how expressive she always was; to him, it appeared that jester was not afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve — but such a feat was no longer in his own wheelhouse. the gentleman had spent far too long hiding his true intentions. now, he wore that mask like a second skin. jester was chipping away at it, tiny piece by tiny piece, but it still wasn’t quite enough to convince him to make some grandiose gesture and find his way back to the chateau to win back marion’s heart. the very thought made him sweat.
❝ jester — ❞ he begins, his tone bordering on some semblance of fatherly disapproval at her line of questioning. ❝ i don’t want to put either of you in that kind of danger, ❞ babenon replies after a moment. ❝ at the moment, it’s just not going to happen. i can’t leave this place. there are too many things in motion, and too many people with the means to find me if they wanted to. ❞ at that, his expression is somewhat frustrated, and somewhat pained.
❝ some day, perhaps. just not now. ❞
- vax.
At the question of foresight, Vax winces audibly. Perhaps not the best thing to do while hanging onto someone’s belt as they tease out over a chasm, but… well, the entire enterprise so far is a bit this sideways of fucked. If it weren’t for the fact that they were in the Feywild, notorious land of fuckery, he’d be more liable to doubt his own plan, but as is, what he and Scanlan have come up with is all he’s got — and looking around only confirms that.
❝ Vex can’t even rise above the level of whatever the hell this fog is, it’s… I dunno if even Keyleth could dispel it to give us a better look around. ❞ The half-elf swallows, and does his best to give Scanlan a half-smile to push down the nerves. ❝ Don’t tell her I said that, though, alright? We can go together. ❞
the gnome seems less than enthused, but at least he wouldn’t be plummeting by himself, right? he doesn’t even risk a second glance back at the half-elf, just in case the motion was enough to spill them both over the edge. instead, he lets out a tiny little huff and ponders the rest of their group as he stares forward into the fog. his lips purse.
❝ this place would be a lot prettier if everything wasn’t trying to kill us, ❞ scanlan muses dejectedly; he makes a small noise of assent before lifting one foot to step forward. ❝ your secret’s safe with me. now, there’s no time like the present. ❞ without any more preamble, he begins to take small, tentative steps forward. it might have seemed somewhat comical, were it not for the clear and present danger on either side of the rickety bridge.
❝ let me know if you see anything, vax. i can’t see shit right now. ❞
they jus a lil robit
fresh cut crass scoots closer to the halfling, though they're mindful enough to avoid crowding too far into the fighter's space. ❝ hey, ❞ they greet warmly, their mouth joint shifting into some semblance of a wide, friendly smile. ❝ so i can't help but notice — you always seem to put yourself right in the thick of it when we're fighting. ❞
they pause then, eyeing up the other, ❝ is there anything i can do to keep you from getting... y'know, all beat up? maybe i can commission a small, detachable shield so that you aren't up there all by your lonesome. ❞
a starter for @shieldling from fresh cut grass!
Be careful, alright?
— veth brenatto will always be my special girl.
&. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( some wintery sentence starters to help you stay warm these holidays! )
❛ your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you? ❜
❛ check it out, i’m a dragon! ❜
❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜
❛ i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold! ❜
❛ want to go for a walk and check out all the lights? ❜
❛ how are you wearing shorts in this weather?! ❜
❛ it’s so cold, but you’re so warm. ❜
❛ i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you. ❜
❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜
❛ want some hot chocolate? ❜
❛ you know, i’ve never seen snow before. ❜
❛ please open the door before i freeze to death. ❜
❛ but seriously, do you want to build a snowman? ❜
❛ there’s space for you by the fire, come sit. ❜
❛ wait, is that mistletoe? ❜
❛ winter is coming / winter is here. ❜
❛ a snowball fight? oh, it is so on! ❜
❛ looks like we’re snowed in for the night. ❜
❛ are you warm enough? ❜
❛ did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon? ❜
❛ i’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like i’m doing? ❜
❛ nightmare before christmas is a christmas movie. it’s literally in the title! ❜
❛ you look pretty covered in snow, guess that’s why they’re called snow angels. ❜
❛ you were outside for one minute, how can you be dying of hypothermia? ❜
❛ i think i burned my tongue on my hot chocolate. ❜
❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜
❛ you’re like my own personal space heater. ❜
❛ if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand. ❜
❛ if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault. ❜
❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜
❛ let’s just stay in and watch the snow. ❜
❛ i’m cold, can we cuddle? ❜
❛ i’ll be home for christmas, i promise. ❜
❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜
❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜
❛ what should we name our snowman? ❜
❛ i guess it’s just my overused hoodie and i against the world. ❜
❛ i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet. ❜
❛ being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare. ❜
❛ sorry! i didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard. ❜
❛ i made a dick out of snow. it’s happy to see you. ❜
❛ there’s never a bad time for ice cream. ❜
❛ come here, let me warm you up. ❜
❛ you’ve never seen snow before? ❜
❛ the holidays aren’t so bad with you around. ❜
❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜
❛ fine, i’ll be nice. but just until the holidays are over. ❜
❛ winter is for hibernating. i’m going back to sleep. ❜
𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!
“ get behind me… ”
“ stay here. ”
“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”
“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”
“ when you love something, you protect it. ”
“ i’ll keep you safe. ”
“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”
“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”
“ get down! ”
“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”
“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”
“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”
“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”
“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”
“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”
“ get out of here! now! ”
“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”
“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”
“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”
“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”
“ who did this to you? where are they? ”
“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”
“ are you alright? “
“ can you move? “
“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “
“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “
“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “
“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “
“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “
“ i’m on my way. ”
“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”
“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”
“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ”
i wanna write more cr stuff. like for a starter, pls specify a muse.
cr1 : scanlan, vex, taryon
cr2 : veth, fjord, marion, artagan, the gentleman
exu : dariax
cr3 : fcg, imogen, bertrand
