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⚔︎⠀⠀⠀⠀ KNIGHTBCRN : an indie semi selective fandomless OC . verses for Critical Role, RWBY, Dragon Age, + more ; as loved by snow ( 21+ ; he / they ) . oc / crossover friendly ! 18+ only because this blog may contain dark themes & nsfw .
+=={:::::::::::::::::> Carrd
𝐓𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.
PART THREE. A collection of dialogue from Tevinter Nights: Herold Had the Plan, An Old Crow’s Old Tricks, Eight Little Talons, Half Up Front, and The Dread Wolf Take You. To be used as sentence starters… or whatever. As per usual, feel free to change pronouns or whatever you see fit. Mentions / implications of death, violence, food, & alcohol.
“ Well, that was a complete disaster. ”
“ I’ve seen jobs go better. ”
“ No offense. You are just filthy, is all. ”
“ You run like a newborn deer. ”
“ I don’t want a lightning bolt up my arse. ”
“ What precisely do we rely on you for? ”
“ What do you have planned with your share of the money? ”
“ Stupidest words I ever heard, and I rarely hear any other kind. ”
“ Want to hear something fun? ”
“ May we never see each other again. ”
“ Long may he adventure. ”
“ If I may ask, what was it you were yelling? ”
“ I should’ve known you’re the cause of all this commotion. ”
“ I heard you tinkering away in here. ”
“ Nothing spoils a meal like business. ”
“ Stay silent if you’re not going to say anything useful. ”
“ You know I hate being the responsible one. ”
“ I refuse to look at another dead body until I’ve had my coffee. ”
“ I’m more than capable of killing everyone here. ”
“ You’re stupid to begin with, and drink only makes you stupider. ”
“ Why do you think you’re the exception to every rule? ”
“ As if drinking from the bottle’s ever stopped you before. ”
“ This isn’t how I imagined seeing you naked. ”
“ How do you feel — on a scale of absolute shit to dying? ”
“ Something on your mind? ”
“ It could’ve been a lot worse, and you know it. ”
“ The hell does that mean? ”
“ I am glad that my trust was not misplaced. ”
“ You and your martyr complex. ”
“ You can’t do this without me. ”
“ We’re a team, aren’t we? ”
“ Slim hope’s better than none, right? ”
“ Hate to break it to you, but most of my people still want to see you dead. ”
“ I hope you are here for peaceful purposes. ”
“ Imagine that, overlooking the god in your midst. ”
“ You stink of lies and fear. ”
“ That’s a good story, but I’d rather hear the truth. ”
“ I will regret it forever, and I will never make the same mistake again. ”
“ I am prideful, hotheaded, and foolish, and I am doing what I must. ”
“ You do not have to do this. ”
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
OC Asks -- Not So Nice (Accepting)
I think Bryar's biggest fear would be failure, but with a caveat. It's not failing a test or failing in some nebulous 'I didn't reach my life goals" kind of way. Specifically he's afraid of failing the people he loves and the people who rely on him. He's afraid of not living up to his values and the oaths he's taken to protect the weak and defend the innocent. It might even be more accurate to say that he's afraid of hurting people or hurting the world at large. He's afraid of getting it wrong and leaving things worse than he found them. So far he hasn't gotten it wrong enough to substantially shake him, but it's not as if he's never faced it. In small doses, it drives him to strive for better. Work harder, learn from his mistakes and be better. Not all mistakes are small, though. He carries survivors guilt from the Great War where he feels he hadn't done enough in RWBY verse. It makes him somber when he sits with it, and drives him to ruminate on everything he might have done different. Ultimately he carries that with him while continuing to walk forward. Often it can manifest in self-sacrificial tendencies. There isn't much emotionally that Bryar hides, but he doesn't often speak on this unless prompted. He doesn't like to dwell in negativity, instead preferring to focus on what he can do.
oc asks: not-so-nice edition
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
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hey! sorry for disappearing for a bit, I have had a very difficult holiday season between life stuff and I got very sick
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Hey, wow, so. I shouldn't have said that!
My dad was admitted to the hospital last night and I'm still pretty stressed and reeling about the whole thing. I may still be around to take my mind off things, but wow. yeah.
update
hey! sorry for disappearing for a bit, I have had a very difficult holiday season between life stuff and I got very sick
but now I'm back!
hopefully I will be more active in the coming weeks, feel free to dm me or reach out on discord as I'm often lurking even if I'm not actively writing
Vampires, Werewolves, and Ghosts oh my! Halloween Monsters Starters feel free to change gender specific words, pronouns, whatever you like to make it fit your muse better!
❝ I can’t eat solids now. Great. What, I can’t sunbathe? I can’t watch daytime TV? I can…well I guess I could. My favourite food. I can’t eat chips. It's– I don't– It’s just– I hate– I’ll say it. I’m over being a vampire. It’s shit. ❞
❝ Hey. Don’t swear. We’re werewolves, not Swear-Wolves. ❞
❝ It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare. ❞
❝ The movie ‘Twilight’. Have you seen it? Okay, I’m the main in ‘Twilight’. You know the main guy? 'Twilight’? That’s me. ❞
❝ When you are a vampire, you become very sexy. ❞
❝ Why didn’t you tell me you were a werewolf?! ❞ / ❝ When we first met I said I was a dog person! ❞
❝ Thank you for coming, I can’t wait to have you for dinner. ❞
❝ Whatever is out there, it isn’t interested in blood. ❞ / ❝ Except the vampires ❞ / ❝ Yeah, obviously except the vampires. ❞
❝ Well, I’m so sorry that I can’t be the right kind of monster for you. ❞
❝ The full moon is here again; in sickness and in health. ❞
❝ Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners. ❞
❝ Yeah, some of our clothes are from victims. You might bite someone, and then you think 'Ooh, those are some nice pants!' ❞
❝ Vampires, You like to play with your food. ❞
❝ I’m [Name] and I never lost a fight to man nor beast. ❞
❝ You don’t deserve my fucking blood. ❞
❝ Do you have a God to put a last prayer to, [Name]? ❞ / ❝ Yeah. “Dear God, please don’t let the vampire’s guts ruin my good tunic.” ❞
❝ Does anyone else want to take this opportunity to admit they’re already dead, or a flesh construct, or other relevant object? ❞
❝ If you lie I’ll mummify you. ❞
❝ 'Who’… or 'what’. I love the idea of ‘what’. Ghosts and monsters, remnants of the dead… the disturbed dead. The idea that someone is still here and furious… or that something has been lurking here forever. ❞
❝ ‘Ghosts and you might die’ is my middle name. ❞
❝ I’m fun-scary! ❞ / ❝ No, you’re scary-scary. ❞
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Late night stories around a campfire
Red leaves spiked with frost
Spiderwebs dotted with dewdrops
Smoke curling into the sky on the horizon
Half-frozen ponds under a cloudy sky
A cracked, spotted old mirror
Blood on the pavement
The harvest moon seen through leafless trees
Thick fog over an empty street
Wind whistling through dry branches
The smell of fresh-baked cinnamon buns
Yellow slanted eyes in the dark
Bats flying against an orange sunset
Shadows dancing around a bonfire
Thunder that rumbles in your chest
Candlelight in a derelict house
Moths gathered around a porch light
Rows of pumpkins in a field
Corn too tall and too thick to see through
Crows calling in the empty morning
Cooking s’mores over a fire
Rattling chains
Something watching just out of sight
Chanting over an open book
Police lights flashing on wet concrete
Autumn Aesthetics Starters
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Leaves crunching under your boots.
Morning air just a bit colder than expected.
The smell of warm cider in a mug.
Sticky fake blood
Baking cinnamon muffins
Pumpkin spice
The harvest moon
Corn mazes
Houses covered in Halloween decorations
Jumping into piles of leaves.
Pumpkins on porches
Hay rides
Bobbing for apples
Itchy wool on skin
Going to a haunted house
Black cats crossing your path
Heat of a fireplace on a cold night
Harvest festival feasts
Carving jack-o-lanterns
First frost of the year
Crumbling tombstones
Full moon over head
Jello in plastic brain molds
Twigs snapping on the forest floor
Trick-or-treating
The call of an owl
Dried and wilted flowers
Toilet paper mummies
Spooky ones
Scratching at the door
Howling at the moon
Eyes in the trees
Whispers from the shadows
Murder of crows gathered outside
Something’s under the bed
Fog rolling on an open field
The only headlights on miles of open road
Footsteps coming up quickly from behind
A bathroom mirror in the dark
Buried alive
Watchful eyes that follow
Growls down the hall
Hands bursting from the earth
Friday the 13th
Tree branches like claws
Wrought iron gates
An ancient mausoleum, stone door crumbling
A familiar voice in an unfamiliar place
Things that crawl in the walls
Cobwebs in the corners
A scream in the night
Blood washing down the shower drain
Hot wax dripping on pentagrams
Lightning over a castle
The rattling of chains
Torn stitches
Fire hungry for tinder
planetary aesthetics.
SUN; — Egotistical. Melted wax wings and fingers. Stretching sunburnt skin. The most generous soul. Blood in the fruit. Halos. Anger on fire. High vitality. Thunderous laughter. Is pride really a sin? Halogenic aura.
MERCURY; — Expansion of the mind. Silver-tongued. An everlasting wanderer. Polyglot. High dexterity. Handwritten letters. Innately critical. En vogue. Eyes in the trees. Hidden libraries. There’s always room for improvement.
VENUS; — In love with strangers. Iridescent waters. Love potions for your mirror. Selfless devotion. Shattering crystal. Seafoam upon sand. The golden ratio. Drowning in your own passion. Material value and high principles. Luring. Plush lips.
EARTH; —Fresh springs. Tree hugger. We can start again tomorrow. A blazing rainforest. Respects survival of the fittest. Nature’s adversity. Lazy bones. Constantly evolving. Flowers sprouting from wounds. A granite altar. Fossilised remains.
MOON; — Illusory. Silver shimmer off the ocean. Secrets and gossip. Cycles of reincarnation. Crybaby. Physically ethereal. Shared glances with a stranger. Cat eyes. Mistrusting their intuition. Fear is a prison. Ornate magic wands.
MARS; — Healthy competition. Attraction and repulsion. Magma and rubies. A blade being forged. Wrath, wrath, wrath. Malefic. Intense eye contact. Cannon fodder and fireworks. Blood floods. Copper taste on your tongue.
JUPITER; — Red robes and a suit of armor. Beacon of stability. Leader from birth. Thunderbolts and lightning. Guilty but can’t stop. Secret rich kid. Golden touch, golden tears. Innate optimist. Failure isn’t an option. Constantly reaching for more. Unfinished symphonies.
SATURN; — Traditional. Overbearing energy. A sculptor of reality. This existence is a karmic one. Has a heart; it’s just way down deep. Law, order and justice. Avoid all necessary risk. The sound of shackles clanging. Sisyphus’ struggle. Grappling with the reality of time. Self-governing.
URANUS; — Psychedelic funk music. Overflowing cups. A rebellion with skin. Looking good in photo ID. Oblivious but caring. Middle fingers in the air. Double rainbows. Icy diamond exterior. Holographic. Afraid of their own mediocrity. Pearlescent smoke.
NEPTUNE; — An elegy for the lost. Dissolving boundaries. White horses. The burden of mystical conditions. Deceptive. Escapism is their reality. A polarizing entity. Artist’s soul. Paranoia. Searching for the unseen. A siren’s swan song.
PLUTO; — Angel statues over graves. Power. The cycle of necrosis. Transformative. Unfathomable depths. An ivory tower toppling over. Screaming at the sky. Violets and irises. Eclipsed darkness. Speaks with their shadow. Sex. Death. Rebirth.
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As we all know. Those tabs are vastly important to writers on Tumblr. ESPECIALLY rpcs. Not only that, it's fucking up dash viewing. People are not seeing current posts from their mutuals anymore. But rather posts from DAYS ago. They are even taking away the follower tab, so you can no longer see who is following you or how many are.
Please, spread this around. Send in complaints into Tumblr. Cause this ain't it. It's slowly taking away the ability to rp and EVEN CONNECT with others on Tumblr. Spread it to other rpcs. Or hell. Even just communities in general.
We gotta nip this in the butt. Otherwise, tumblr will not be usable anymore. For anyone.
-Marx.
“‘Honored by my company,’” Osiander said laughingly. “Please; you would be doing me a very great favor by suffering me to join you. I’ve been keeping myself indoors so long that even Alethea has begun to remark on the importance of fresh air of late. No doubt the sky will be falling next.”
Politics always was the most insidious of their vices, in every lifetime when political power fell into their hands, and the allure of effecting real and lasting progress had proved no less irresistible to him than it was to any of those who came before. Even more so, in these ever-more fractious times. His mouth pulled into a brief, uneasy frown—but he blinked it away between one step and the next, substituting a wry smile for his own foibles.
“...Hm. That is, I’d be pleased to join you. As it happens, I intended to take Melanchthon out in any case; I had a thought to ride south along the cliffs. There's been some murmurings in the last little while about a nevermore taking up roost in Windthrow Gorge. Unsubstantiated by any serious scouting, of course—” He wasn’t quite reckless enough, these days, to ride out alone against a grimm that large. “—but there does seem to be a real bird. I suspect it might be a Tarthic condor; it isn't wholly unheard of for them to range this far south, in colder years, and they do get quite big enough to be confused for a nevermore at a distance. Unless you had some other destination in mind?”
"I haven't suffered your company for even a moment, m'lord," he laughed in turn before raising a finger to tap his chin playfully, "well, there may have been one or two..."
The frown was not lost on his loyal knight and it echoed at the corner of his lips. Concern for their cloistered chaplain was not its origin, though Bryar suspected she would deserve it. Ever since his squiredom, Alethea had scolded him for the hay on his trousers or mud on his boots or flowers in his hair. Now she was espousing the virtues of fresh air to their king? The situation was truly more dire than he'd thought.
Perhaps he had spent too much time away not to have noticed sooner.
"A wonderful idea." Bryar fell into step beside, and just behind, King Osiander. His troubled expression washed away and was replaced by a puckish smirk once more. "How certain are you? Are we to bring swords or spyglasses?"
flightofaqrow:
oh, he’s so precious qrow’s jaw slacks in stupefied surprise before he shakes that off too. what small beams of light still exist between swiftly encroaching clouds break through just enough to glaze and glisten some gold over wet hair and white teeth. a damped down version of the overpowering brightness of the first time he met Tai. except this guy seemed a lot more sucker by a bandit’s standards. maybe the one streak of luck here lies in how qrow’s left that life behind.
and nah, he’d look like death either way. he carries a sliver of it in his soul, in his own name, in a malnourished body full of poison. he pulls out his flask as he settles into the soon-to-be mud beneath sopping clothes, and sips some more while he watches the man speak. he recognizes the language of hands - taught to him once before by the princess of a far northern land - though he squints awhile in recall.
he pockets his flask again, his fingers given higher demand and better purpose, “Bryar with a ‘y’” he shapes, “they call me qrow with a 'q’.”
he sighs with a half-roll of red eyes before further gestures, “trust me, i bring you neither good fortune nor good company… but i appreciate the kindness.”
well, they’re stuck, though. might as well find out if he can make use of the other’s eyes in his scouting. qrow’s a pro at making interrogation sound like chit-chat, “so what brings you out this far? how’s the travel been?”
“Qrow,” he signs back as if memorizing the name. People these days were so creative with their names. Of course it conjured images of croaking birdsong and intelligent eyes, and he couldn’t help but think the name suited him. Ragged clothes and husky voice with his shoulders hunched against more than just rain-- he deserved a respite.
“Thank you, but you can speak, if you’d like. It’s actually easier for me, believe it or not.” Bryar would laugh, more rasp of air than traditional laughter. “Apologies, sir, but I think that judgement is mine.”
Following the line of questioning back to the blade across Qrow’s shoulders, he studied him again. Nor did it escape his notice that Qrow was doing the same. Wine-dark eyes were sharp, he suspected they missed very little indeed. His hands were calloused between his rings in much the same way as Bryar’s own; however he didn’t need such close inspection to know that sword was for more than just show. It was a warriors weapon, and an intricate one at that. One that challenged his rather shabby, unkempt appearance.
“There’s no shortage of Grimm about, that’s for certain,” he said with a shrug. Leaning back against the tree that made up one wall of their fort, he smiled again. “I wish I had a better answer for you, friend, but I’m on no great journey. Just traveling for travelings sake, I suppose. Remnant is beautiful and full of stories, it would be a shame to only see the small corner you were born in. Don’t you think?”
“What about yourself? I never expected to run into anyone out here.”
