[izobe1]

#IZOBE1 — independent, private, & exclusive portrayal of ISOBEL THORM from baldur's gate 3 — taking inspiration from various religious icons and saints as well as personal headcanons. resurrected & protected by lyns.

touching on topics such as — life after death, the endurance of true love, surviving a family of monsters, the weight of a father's devotion, & surviving your own self-loathing.

affiliated with: @ch0sene, @victo1re.

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[izobe1]

◈　NAME　 ⋯ 　lyns !

◈　PRONOUNS　 ⋯ 　she/her

◈　MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　 ⋯ 　right now, i've been very focused here on isobel, and also over @selunight and @growher!

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　 ⋯ 　i tend to be pretty relaxed about rp things, as its a hobby and not a job, but i do find myself fairly frustrated when people send prompts and then entirely ignore when they're answered. obviously there can always be circumstantial reasons (tumblr sucks sometimes, we all miss things!) but when it becomes a consistent issue, it stands out. other than that? i don't get bothered by a lot!

◈　EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　 ⋯ 　i've been roleplaying since i was like... 11, which was a long enough time ago, we don't gotta do the math. on tumblr indie rp specifically, i think this'll be my.... eighth year?

◈　FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 ⋯ 　fluff is so much fun but angst definitely gets the wheels turning for me pretty well so it's an easy go-to to get muse flowing. i don't write smut.

◈　PLOTS OR MEMES　 ⋯ 　both! memes are easier to answer when we've plotted but i am always down to answer a meme with zero background and just see where it takes us!

◈　LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 ⋯ 　i stay in the middle mostly (2-3 paragraphs), or match length when i can just because i find it easier when my partner writes a lot!

◈　TIME TO WRITE　 ⋯ 　i mean... who has that, really? i toss things out when i can but there is no consistency here.

◈　ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　 ⋯ 　i definitely tend to put a bit of myself into every muse i write, i think, but i don't think there's a particular muse i'm specifically like, no. i enjoy writing what i know, so i lean toward muses with similarities to me, or at least experiences that i can relate to/understand.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ @governoir !

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯ whoever would like to take it !

[izobe1]

everyone reblogging the ‘i am good. i am loved.’ quote… lemme hold your muses.

[kindlingonfire]

Papa, I love you.

[roadmotel]

Daniel Lavery & Cecilia Corrigan, From the Makers of “Two-Mom Energy Drink,” It’s “Let Your Father Die Energy Drink”

[jabberwocky1996]

Lucy Boynton as Andrea Howe in Apostle (Dir. Gareth Evans)

[shalizeh7]

[moonstoast]

@rbhvleo // roberto ferri // mothering by ainslie hogarth // rainer maria rilke // ? // planet of love by richard siken // a self portrait in letters by anne sexton // indian summer by ron hicks

[feral-ballad]

Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Wailing Wall"

[Text ID: “I am the daughter of myself. / I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”]

[izobe1]

@selunyte said: "there is a twisting feeling in my chest, like cloth being wrung dry."

a light breeze ghosted across isobel's face and she closed her eyes, leaning against the railing of the balcony to breath in the night air. there was always something stale to it, something rotting, but she had long since realized that came from within rather than without. her sphere of safety around the inn held true — thank the moonmaiden — and the inhabitants of the inn felt none of the death that plagued the cleric protecting them. that didn't mean they couldn't feel the darkness trying to worm its way past her defenses, however. she shifted her gaze over to eira with a sympathetic smile. "this place will try and erode the light within you," she confirmed, pushing away from the railing to stand straighter, her own concerns pushed aside in favor of finding the words to comfort her fellow selûnite. "you are safe here, i promise you. our goddess sees to that."

reaching up, she unclasped the moon broach at her breast, the weight of it in her hands solid and comforting it, before turning it eira's way, stepping closer to fasten it to her gown. it was merely a token, an ineffectual emblem of their goddess, but it had brought isobel comfort for many years... so perhaps it would do the same now for another. "when that feeling threatens to overwhelm, remember who is with you."

[izobe1]

@weaveate said: "I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable."

and proudly so, it seemed. if only isobel had the naivety left inside her to be surprised... but she had long since stopped expecting people to not be monstrous. rather, she expected exactly that of them, and enjoyed the pleasant surprise of being wrong on rare occasions. as it stood now, she looked upon the man before her with a grimace of distaste.

"you could at least try and act with some amount of humility about your nature," she suggested, with no real expectation for such. "you'll find you won't get far around here with that sort of attitude." the harpers hardly took kindly to any that tried to act above their station... and they held no one in a higher regard than jaheira. "but i suppose you're here to demand something in particular then? well, go on... out with it."

[izobe1]

@victo1re said: "the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh."

this was hardly news to her — she had been a student of the rivalry between sister goddesses all of her life, with no sign of anything changing between them anytime soon. especially now, with the torment aylin had endured at the hands of a sharran follower...

nevermind that that follower was also isobel's father.

it seemed all roads of thought could lead her back to the unfathomable ordeal that was her broken family, and isobel could only sadly shake her head at the words, her misery on clear display were victoria to look into her eyes long enough.

"does it not strike you how, most often, those at one another's throats are merely foils?" she questioned to steer her thoughts and the conversation to a more neutral ground. "i often have wondered if the opposition, that line in the sand they keep drawing, is more akin to a mirror..." and who among them had not looked upon their reflection in outrage? "in the end, forgiveness is hard won among mortals. i can scarcely imagine a world where the gods will change easily."

[edenmemes]

circe sentence starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  ♡

❝  my father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.  ❞ ❝  there is a twisting feeling in my chest, like cloth being wrung dry.  ❞ ❝  the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh.  ❞ ❝  it was my first lesson. beneath the smooth, familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two.  ❞ ❝  you think just because you are a daughter of the sun, you may uproot the world to please yourself.  ❞ ❝  even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating.  ❞ ❝  fear of failure is the worst thing for any spell.  ❞ ❝  those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats.  ❞ ❝  did you smile a little? perhaps i only flatter myself.  ❞ ❝  i have a better idea. i will do as i please.  ❞ ❝  what can i say? the world is an ugly place. we must live in it.  ❞ ❝  how many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known?  ❞ ❝  you threw me to the crows, but it turns out i prefer them to you.  ❞ ❝  give me the blade. some things are worth spilling blood for.  ❞ ❝  it is very close. a perfect sleeping spot to ease your weary bones.  ❞ ❝  all my life had been murk and depths, but i was not a part of that dark water. i was a creature within it.  ❞ ❝  most men do not know me for what i am.  ❞ ❝  i suppose i could weep and rub my eyes to please you, but i choose not to live so falsely.  ❞ ❝  there is no wound that you can give me that i have not already given myself.  ❞ ❝  i will not be a bird bred in a cage, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.  ❞ ❝  i stood there for a long time fearing such things, and waiting, as if someone would come and reassure me.  ❞ ❝  this is how zeus felt when he first lifted the thunderbolt.  ❞ ❝  i had a little pride, and that was good. more would have been fatal.  ❞ ❝  will you not come to bed, my love?  ❞ ❝  if my childhood has given me anything, it’s endurance.  ❞ ❝  if you had asked me, i would have said i was happy.  ❞ ❝  that is another thing about you. you make me want to spill my secrets.  ❞ ❝  they do not care if you are good. they barely care if you are wicked. the only thing that makes them listen is power.  ❞ ❝  as for that safety, i do not want it. it is only more chains.  ❞ ❝  all those years i had spent with them were like a stone tossed in a pool. already, the ripples were gone.  ❞ ❝  war always seemed to me a foolish choice from men. whatever they win from it, they will only have a handful of years to enjoy before they die. more likely they will perish trying.  ❞ ❝  are you always so suspicious?  ❞ ❝   in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth.  ❞ ❝  i can bend the world to my will, as a bow bent for an arrow.  ❞ ❝  will you do me the honor of dining with me?  ❞ ❝  i know what we owe you. what i owe.  ❞ ❝  i’m afraid i might have floated on, believing those dull memories were all there was, until the end of days.  ❞ ❝  do not be too happy. it will bring down fire on your head.  ❞ ❝  you are a poison snake, and i am another, and on such terms we please ourselves.  ❞ ❝  your words are like a secret. a thing that looks like stone, but inside is a seed.  ❞ ❝  you cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. there is nothing more foreign to them.  ❞ ❝  bold action and bold manner are not the same.  ❞ ❝  a golden cage is still a cage.  ❞ ❝  i am surprised to see you so plain after such boasting.  ❞ ❝  your voice is like balm upon my raw skin.  ❞ ❝  does no one have the courage? will no one dare to face me?  ❞ ❝  those who love me a little do not care to say.  ❞ ❝  it is easily to speak so open with you. your face is like a quiet pool that will hold everything safe in its depths.  ❞ ❝  humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. as if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.  ❞ ❝  you are weak and blind, and it is worse because you choose it.  ❞ ❝  you can teach a viper to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite.  ❞ ❝  i should have known you would be good for nothing to me.  ❞ ❝  gold does not give back a life.  ❞ ❝  it is funny, that even after all this time, you believe you will be rewarded, just because you have been obedient.  ❞ ❝  i have done your work for you, and all you give me is mockery and contempt.  ❞ ❝  where would you go, if you might escape?  ❞ ❝  you are right. this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at.  ❞ ❝  i cannot bear this world a moment longer.  ❞ ❝  i owe you nothing. you will have of me only what i want to give.  ❞ ❝  however gold you shine, do not forget your fire.  ❞ ❝  that is what you desire most of all: to drive others into doubt, keep them wondering and fretting, stumbling behind your dancing feet.  ❞ ❝  sorry that you thought i was weak, but you were wrong.  ❞ ❝  trickery is for cowards, men not bull-necked enough to show true courage.  ❞ ❝  i have a little pride. if they do not weep, i will not either.  ❞ ❝  you have as many coils as a snake, and an eye always to your advantage.  ❞ ❝  i want the sun to burn me. i want it to scorch me to the bone.  ❞ ❝  what of me? shall i rot?  ❞ ❝  how long would i cling to that handful of minutes, trying to cover myself as if with some threadbare blanket?  ❞ ❝  i have been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. but that is only a shape i’ve been poured into. i do not have to keep it.  ❞ ❝  i am not weak. and i will never be sorry not to be like you.  ❞ ❝  you draw me in as if you are winding up a thread.  ❞ ❝  the fragility of mortals breeds kindness and good grace.  ❞ ❝ come, there are blankets here, laid for you upon the soft grass. ❞ ❝ there will be no songs made for you. no stories. you will live a life of obscurity. you will be without a name in history. you will be no one. ❞ ❝ those heroes. you should see the look on their faces when i run straight for them. ❞ ❝ those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats. ❞ ❝ see? we do not need anyone. ❞ ❝ have you not always insisted on being difficult in everything you do? ❞ ❝ you cannot think of it. it will only torment you. ❞ ❝ and that is the least of my powers. ❞ ❝ you are lucky i do not kill you where you stand. ❞ ❝ you do not understand the dangers that wait for you in the world. ❞ ❝ your threats are crude. i had hoped we might discuss this reasonably. ❞ ❝ you showed me your scars, and in return you let me pretend that i had none. ❞ ❝ my whole life, i have waited for tragedy to find me. ❞ ❝ it is not for such as you to question my purpose. ❞ ❝ i felt a weariness in me so great i thought i would sink into the earth. ❞ ❝ have patience, your strength will come in time. ❞ ❝ you have never understood how strong i am. ❞ ❝ you do not know what i can do. ❞ ❝ i have said all i will say. do not ask me again. ❞ ❝ perhaps no parent can truly see their child. when we look we see only the mirror of our own faults. ❞ ❝ i cannot bear this world a moment longer. ❞ ❝ there is no profit in chasing riddles of the fates. ❞ ❝ why can you not be more peaceful? why must it be so hard? ❞ ❝ come. let’s do something fun. i will show you magic. ❞ ❝ at last. i have met the thing the gods can use against me. ❞ ❝ clever. you were testing me, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ i must tell you, all my past is like today; monsters and horrors no one wants to hear. ❞ ❝ you cannot come. it is not safe for mortals. ❞ ❝ come forth, and speak to my face. or do you only do your murdering from the shadows? ❞ ❝ you are safe. we may be happy at last. ❞ ❝ what else have you kept from me? ❞ ❝ all heroes are fools. all heroes but me. ❞ ❝ i know what i was in those days: unsteady, inconstant. ❞ ❝ i will be fine, i promise you. ❞ ❝ i have a better idea. i will do as i please. ❞ ❝ will there never be an end to it? ❞ ❝ i will wear that shame all my life. i cannot undo it, but i will spend my days wishing i could. ❞ ❝ if you want to join me, i will not stop you. ❞ ❝ if i do this thing, it will be the last i will ever do for you. ❞ ❝ i am sorry i put you in such danger. ❞

[greenfinchg-illustration]

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[izobe1]

@netherill said: "no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough."

she lets those words hang in the air a moment, lets her gaze search the wizard's features and take in the truth that laid within, clear as day. he was a man who hid very little, she had come to realize. the nights she and aylin had spent traveling with gale and his companions had revealed many truths about the group that had saved their lives... some more heart-wrenching than others.

"to love at all is a gift. if it is true and real, it is nothing to be ashamed of." her eyes drifted from gale to the other side of camp. she couldn't see aylin from this vantage, but there was always a tug... the tether between them would guide her back to her nightsong, always. when she turned back to gale, her brow dipped low as she considered him.

"has love spurned you terribly, my friend?"

[izobe1]

if i had a verse from before... from isobel's life before she died... would that interest anyone?

[dailywomen]

Lucy Boynton for Rogue Magazine (2019)