@TSKTOOTH / @MISTIEF

resource hoard & primary blog for sideblog muses as penned by casper ! [ GUIDELINES / MUSES ]

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                  ‘      𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   —   𝚒𝚝'𝚜  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚒  𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝  𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎  𝚘𝚗  ;  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚒  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 ,  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚒'𝚖  𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔.      ’

                                                            promo by @arcvist  .

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sorry im not writing im tired

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hi a reminder i’d fight the entire world for emery @qadvyl bye

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WHERE TO FOLLOW BACK !                              ( as of 13.09.19 )

*   fjord / @tsktooth *   jester lavorre / @mistief

more to come soon , mayhaps ?

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update !  this blog has been flipped to just be my hq for my sideblogs. my cover-all rules page is up, and i’m doing my mobile muses links rn.    

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                                HELLISH REBUKE !

                  ind, priv, sel.  jester lavorre from critical role.  as doodled by casper.

                         dash only   /   sideblog to foretelled   /   art   /   template 

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gentle nudge that if i’m following you from here, i’m also following you from @tsktooth and @mistief which is where my activity primarily is. 👌🏼

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DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS !             send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20    ——    (   dice roll generator !  )      

athletics

acrobatics

animal handling

arcana

deception

history

 insight

 intimidation

investigation

medicine

nature

perception

performance

persuasion

religion

sleight of hand

stealth

survival

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"        WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WAS A MAGIC CAT  ?    ”       nott isn’t sure if its just her mind playing tricks when she feels a gurgle and a lurch in her tummy    ;     in any other case it’d be reassurance enough that she’d just eaten an entire cat, and it would make sense that someone so small as her would be full after such an endeavour    ---    but from the look on her new travelling companion’s face now...     suddenly the goblin is not so sure.           she hiccups.

             “      i thought your cat was an ILLUSION or something   !      and i mean,   i was hungry and you were ASLEEP ,   and i thought i was CHEWING ON SOME RANDOM STRAY.   IM SORRY.   ”

a terrible, terrible starter for @brknsh

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VETH BRENATTO was round faced and smattered with a thousand freckles, with gaps in her teeth and a wide, warm smile for those few who got to see it. her dark skin, marred with the occasional smudge or scrape from tripping or knocking into something, would give way to coiled dark hair    ---    oft held back from her eyes with a simple band which she’d swap for a knotted scarf when working    ---    and the barest peek of the tips of pointed ears from somewhere within. 

                       her eyes were a deep, warm brown, with crinkles in the corner from laughter. her hands were soft, with fat fingers and dirt under her nails, and a thousand bracelets,  and bangles,  and rings to adorn them   ---    and a thousand others waiting back home to be swapped out the next day      (   aside from the few favourites she wore always   )   . 

NOTT THE BRAVE is slender, all skinny sharp angles and bare bones, with none of the halfling woman’s warm figure she had once grown into. she’s wicked teeth, still crooked but razor sharp     ---     thin and broken lips cut from old anxious habits of worrying them between her teeth, bitten cracks splitting with the wind of a moving cart and the toothy smiles that spill over them.

                          there’s something about the green, and how it sits with the wide cattish yellow of her eyes now, her pupils thin and skittering in the light. something about how it muddles with her hair hanging in brackish green-black threads, limp and lilting.    she hides it with bandages, winds them endlessly up her arms and over her shoulders before casting on her cloaks and layers.    the porcelain doesn’t remind her of herself   ;   there’s no familiarity in the ruby lipped snow white of her disguise, but it stands out less than green and she makes do.

(            BUT NOT EVERYTHING CHANGES   ;   scabby knees and rough fingertips, scrabbling for purchase anywhere anywhere she could hide, as her fluttering heart tries not to give away it’s position with how it races.    the clink and jangle of various trinkets,  and coins,  and buttons,  and pieces of junk  stuffed into pockets to be inventoried later.        there’s familiarity in the way her tongue peeks past her lips and her brow creases in concentration, or the patch on the back of her leg where hair just won’t grow. 

                 there’s a strange sense of home in her bones,   in the way she catches old glimpses of herself beneath the monster they’d made of her  ---     like revisiting the house she grew up only to find it haunted.     VETH   is still there she knows,  just   NOTT   can’t always tell which of them is the ghost.    ) 

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What is your favorite type of alcohol?

in another life nott’s favourites had been sweet wines – the type that rolled sticky and saccharine, coated the back of your throat like honey and settled warm in your belly like sitting by the fire. in that life she’d sometimes kept a much smaller, much less magical flask at her hip, filled with strong, sweet ciders from fruit she’d plucked and brewed from felderwin’s orchards…

now… well, nott drinks whisky. because it’s the only things that’ll stop her hands shaking.

                                           “ oh, you know– just the type that gets you drunk. ”

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                                    I       A M       A       L I T T L E       G O B L I N       G I R L .                                                     but once i was a woman named veth.                                                                         ( art credit )

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ghost quartet: the musical lyric sentence starters.

all lyric credits go to dave malloy. feel free to change pronouns & etc.

❝ now i don’t know, but i’ve been told — and that’s true of everything i think i know. ❞

❝ i don’t even know how to begin. ❞

❝ i stay awake most every night. ❞

❝ where’s my ghost in the mirror? ❞

❝ i’ve got a thousand one stories. every single one of them’s a lie. ❞

❝ i don’t know if this is me at all or just some ghost of me. ❞

❝ creepy. ❞

❝ hold me tight, hold me tight. ❞

❝ i’m a little confused, and more than a little frightened. ❞

❝ i am a ghost in the eyes of my god. ❞

❝ i will light myself on fire. ❞

❝ it’s time to get out of bed and be the starchild i can be. ❞

❝ there’s a man on the platform screaming about the apocalypse, screaming about the day of revelation at hand. ❞

❝ i dread the future. ❞

❝ why did you leave me? why did you disappear? ❞

❝ i am a soldier. as a soldier, i’ve gotten used to death. ❞

❝ ghosts don’t bother me anymore — i know i’ve got mine coming. ❞

❝ if i told you i loved you, would you give me some honey? ❞

❝ if i told you this is special, and love is more than chemicals, that it’s me and you, would you believe me? ❞

❝ do you believe in love? ❞

❝ i won’t come back to haunt you. ❞

❝ if you could be a dead guy, what kind of dead guy would you be? ❞

❝ i am filled with wonder from the stars. ❞

❝ i never saw anything i couldn’t blame on my mind, so i don’t believe in ghosts. ❞

❝ and maybe that’d be sad for you, but maybe it’d be great for me. ❞

❝ so why don’t you just shut up! why don’t you just have another fucking drink and shut the fuck up! ❞

❝ i’m a pretty bad lover, and i’d probably be a deadbeat dad. ❞

❝ look into my telescope, tell me what you see. ❞

❝ i have a lot of memories, and i have a lot of sadness. ❞

❝ i’m haunted by that memory of who i used to be. ❞

❝ will you read me a story? ❞

❝ when i kill you, i will miss you. ❞

❝ why don’t you just go fuck all your fucking books? ❞

❝ this terrible night will pass. ❞

❝ this has all happened before. ❞

❝ you know, that moment before you die is such a gift. because you get to choose what goes through your head. what your last song will be. ❞

❝ i will try to forgive myself. ❞

❝ guess i messed up, guess i made a bad call, but i have no idea what i could have done different. ❞

❝ i am not a hero. ❞

❝ the only tune that the fiddle would play was the dreadful wind and rain. ❞