* FLED.

independent fantasy oc. written by katie.

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consolidating héloïse onto @swarmkeep , at least for now !

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🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you look absolutely beautiful/handsome today.  ❜ ❛  i love you more than words can say.  ❜ ❛  i will always be here for you.  ❜ ❛  you are the most important person in my life.  ❜ ❛  i promise to never let you down.  ❜ ❛  come on, let’s get you back to bed.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna kiss it all better.  ❜ ❛  you’re just like a big cuddly teddy bear.  ❜ ❛  have i ever told you what a beautiful smile you have?  ❜ ❛  shut up and kiss me already.  ❜ ❛  here, i brought you your favorites.  ❜ ❛  just relax and let me take care of everything else.  ❜ ❛  this color really brings out your eyes.  ❜ ❛  will you stay here with me please?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i use you as a pillow?  ❜ ❛  stop hogging the blanket!  ❜ ❛  i thought you said you wanted to help me with dinner.  ❜ ❛  honey, i’m home!  ❜ ❛  i saw this at the store and thought it would be perfect for you.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you how much i love you?  ❜ ❛  you are worth fighting for.  ❜ ❛  i feel like i’m finally where i belong.  ❜ ❛  we should just ditch them and have a night to ourselves.  ❜ ❛  please stay here, i’ve only just started to warm up a little.  ❜ ❛  do you want to go out on a date with me?  ❜ ❛  this right here is why your are my favorite person.  ❜ ❛  you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.  ❜ ❛  i prepared breakfast for us.  ❜ ❛  keep it. it looks better on you anyway.  ❜ ❛  go back to sleep. i promise i’ll be there when you wake up.  ❜ ❛  you mean a lot to me.  ❜ ❛  remember we have some plans for later.  ❜ ❛  is it okay if i hold your hand?  ❜ ❛  do you want to stay the night?  ❜ ❛  i think i could live without you … but i don’t want to. i don’t ever want to.  ❜ ❛  only you can make me feel this way.  ❜ ❛  we should just stay in bed today.  ❜ ❛  i’ll come running whenever you need me.  ❜ ❛  you are perfect to me.  ❜ ❛  i think i might need some snuggle time.  ❜

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" you are welcome. " Essek automatically tries to place her accent. It doesn't come to him instantly, and it frustrates him. He knows he's heard it before. She must be from a place the Dynasty rarely interacts with. His shaken state makes it harder to corral his thoughts.

Essek swallows, trying to keep his voice under control: gentle, polite, and seemingly out of his depth so he appears less threatening. " I do not mean to cause you undue stress, but do you know anything about our caretaker? This is my first visit. "

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héloïse shakes her head a little at the question, though the move is more sheepish than afraid. ( she doesn't think that she's afraid of this person, but she knows to be careful even so. it's the best way to ensure self - preservation, is it not? )

"i . . . did not want to start asking too many questions. i didn't want to give them a reason to send me away." it sounds pitiful to say out loud, but whoever this person is . . . something tells her that he might understand.

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hi i'm alive

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you can have your lise in either casual OR in sports mode

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so i currently have four (4) active blogs ! here , @winternever , @erzmagier , and @slotspelled !

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contrary to popular belief, lise is a top

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gods help anyone that stands in my way; for i am not merciful, and i am not kind, and i am not afraid to make you wish i was.

independent astrid becke from campaign 2 of critical role. written by katie (they/she, 25). template.

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If I say “aww look at the birds” n you say “they’re just sparrows” I’m killing you. Find beauty in nature or else.

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you can have your lise in either casual OR in sports mode

[rubycruz]

trust me. we are not spending more time in there than we need to. yeah, no way.

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where has she gone, where is the glow of silver stars that are her eyes?

independent d&d oc, written by katie (they/she). template.

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how does your muse sit in a chair? what kind of chair do they prefer? ( prompt from @charlatann thank u m'love )

héloïse is a chronic bisexual sitter. unless she's in a situation where she needs to sit nicely for propriety reasons, or if she's nervous, she'll flop or cross her legs or draw her knees up to her chest. sometimes she'll go full flaming june. she's very tall and gangly, she's gotta find a way to fit all of her limbs comfortably into her seat.

she likes chairs that let her sprawl. really likes big ol fantasy bean bags for that purpose, or like. chaise alternatives. when she's comfortable enough, she'll always take up as much space possible.

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intimidation check.

lise is shaking with rage -- or, well. they would be, if they weren't so self - controlled. perhaps that is the only thing that she'd learned in duporie that she doesn't wish she'd left behind, with the rigidity of her spine, the way her hands hold one another, how quiet she is for a long moment.

with this composure still intact, she takes a few slow, calculated steps towards the spy from duporie, drawing to her full height as she looks to the captive man. her smile is slow, sharp, her head tilting to the side as blonde hair tumbles to one side. it's only because @musidex and several other members of the court are behind her that she bends down to whisper in the spy's ear instead of speaking aloud -- though the horror on his face as she whispers to him certainly communicates the nature of her words on its own ( nat 20 + 5 = 25 ) .

after a moment, she stands again, still just as stiff and threatening as she had been before, and she nods to the guards to take the man away. the look of fear on his face does not fade. lise watches him go before turning around to face hero, her face settling into a more ordinary warm smile down to them. "sorry you had to see that," she says, voice suddenly light.

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"Nothing like a brush with death to make you... not like death much."

the answering laugh from héloïse is a tad manic -- though, perhaps, that's only fair, considering . . . everything. she's never had to kill someone before -- or, at least, not up close like this. but when the enemies draw close and she only has cantrips left, her shillelagh is all that she has on her side. but it means that she has blood on her face, in her hair -- not to mention the hits the mercenary got in on her before being felled.

" that's . . . one way to put it, " she allows, voice shaking, before green eyes slide to look at @saintsdawn , to try and see how the other is doing in the face of the actions of the past ten minutes (has it only been ten minutes? it's felt like an hour, at least).

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blood fills his mouth, and tears distort his vision. If anyone from the Dynasty sees him like this, he'll never live it down. He sees some of his party in the distance, and frantically searches for a place to hide. Someone waves him over, and he follows, though the back of his mind weakly protests.

He's patched up with an empathy and lack of judgement he's never experienced before. They only asked what was happening outside. You don't want to talk? That's alright. After some salve and bandages, Essek's led to a comfortable room while the caretaker leaves to cook.

There's another, who he avoids looking at fully. A blonde half - elf, similarly battered and tended to. An odd coincidence, but maybe he's stumbled into the local healer's abode. Essek hates not knowing. He feels like he's at the world's mercy. Perhaps she knows more about their caretaker than he does, but she seems as shaken as he is. He needs to make overtures of friendship, to give an un - threatening appearance.

His head turns like he's about to look at her before shying away. " I have- " He reaches for his waterskin- a rich looking thing with a black, velvety surface, and silver filigree. " -water. If you need it. " Careful to avoid sudden movements, he offers it to her.

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it had taken her caretaker a long time to coax her out of the corner -- and that is only after lise had stumbled, soaked with rain and covered in bruises, into their doorway. she doesn't know how far from home she's gotten -- and she daren't ask, worried that she'd be questioned about the ties she has to duporie and its capitol city. people that live there don't tend to leave.

to see another person hurt as she is -- to recognize and also feel the look in his eyes -- she won't call it a comfort, because that does a disservice to them both. but it loosens a little, the weight around her shoulders lessening if even marginally.

she blinks a few times as she's addressed even so, her thirst encouraging her to take the few slow, careful steps that it takes to accept the waterskin from his hand. she takes a long sip, thankful for the cold liquid down her throat. she hands it back before she drinks the whole thing, giving him a little nod. "thank . . . you."

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what type of villain are you ?

for the greater good . perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. no matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. if you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.