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artemis vallove— indie human w a r l o c k d&d oc !! {semi-selective && p r i v a t e } penned by morgan.

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@chmpn​ // && ( THE THREADS CONVERGE. )

——— * ❀ IT’S A FAIRLY COLD DAY EVEN BY KIRKWALL STANDARDS. it’s not so much that artemis minds it, as much as he is slightly affronted by the realization that despite the heavy furred coat he’s bundled up in the wind still blows right through him as he steps out into the open air. some sort of storm on the horizon, perhaps ? the sky here is always cloudy and murky, so it’s hardly a good indicator.

                 he heaves a little sigh. it’s late afternoon, by this point, and he supposes he really ought to open up shop. a small stretch, another sigh, and he sets towards nudging things open. unlocking cabinets, sliding chests into place. there’s an odd feeling he can’t quite shake, but at this point so routine it doesn’t take longer than maybe a few minutes even with his occasional glances over his shoulder. 

                 he props his hands on his hips, already feeling the threads of exhaustion tugging at his. but he’s already come this far, might as well finish up and stay open for the gay. maker but he’s absolutely freezing. another little sigh, and a gloved hand seizes the curtain that separates the shop from the street and the empty skeleton of a dismantled stand and pulls it aside — 

                  only to come face to face with a hunched, unfamilliar shape. that moves.

                he’s gasping as he takes a step back, the breath a soft orlaisean swear more so than any proper noise. one hand flies to the sheathed dagger at his hip, and whether to the templars, the other merchants, or the maker himself he couldn’t possibly say as his lips part in the silent beginnings of a scream. 

[rhuunkyr]

“ my god is all 𝙈𝙐𝘿 , 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 , 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀 , & 𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 . He is not pure , not spotless , not just , not omnipotent , omnibenevolent . 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . Struggling and toiling , he transubstantiates the NIGHT in his 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 and turns it into LIGHT . ” #rhuunkyr

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nightdraught​:

i’m crave making new muse…

maybe... a time / dimension hopper

[aspenonthecoast]

Just so we’re all clear on where I stand: Black lives matter, trans women are women, trans men are men, nonbinary people are beautiful, asexual/aromantic folks have a place in the LGBTQ community, Queer is not a dirty word, and being “anti fascist” is a moral position, not a political one.

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i’m crave making new muse...

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@earthremembers​ said:

[ flower ] 👀

[ word prompts ] // accepting !

[ flower ] for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

——— * ❀ WITHOUT ENTIRELY MEANING TO artemis had found themself dozing off just a little. it’s hard not to ! they’d nestled themself against the gnarled root of a shady tree. the day is warm, and they’re not immune to the sense of peace that often accompanies caduceus’s presence. it feels safe, in a way they aren’t accustomed to.

                 a light sleeper by nature, however, they stir when they feel something softly brush past their ear. slowly they blink the mist from their eyes, slow to focus as they gaze up at the familiar, peaceful face of the firbolg. their lips quirk up, blooming into a smile. “ ... i fell asleep, didn’t i ? ” they ask, voice sleep-scratchy and soft.

                 they push to sit upright, only to startle a little as a weight beside their temple shifts and a single pink dahlia falls into their lap. they blink down at it, cheeks beginning to flush with a similarly rosy hue. “ oh ! “ they flip their eyes back up to the cleric, baffled and flattered in equal measure. a silent question of ‘was this your doing?’ as they gently pick up the flower, cradling it in one gloved palm.

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deathinherited​:

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TO SAY THAT CYBIN ‘ STICKS OUT ’ IN THE CITY WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. between the ratty, impressively long hair, the bare feet -- particularly unusual among those of elven heritage -- and what appears to be an animal skull hanging around their neck, the elf has attracted more than a few odd glances since their arrival this morning. 

they feel entirely out of their depth, navigating these streets that somehow seem more labyrinthine than the woods with which they’re so accustomed. finding a marketplace shouldn’t be so difficult, but cy’s patience is wearing thin, becoming smothered by frustration. he decides to ask the next person he sees for directions, wild hazel eyes scanning the cobblestone streets before landing on an individual with irises pink as wildflowers. the color reminds cy of home, entices them to approach the stranger, just barely remembering their manners --

“ excuse me, ” their voice is a deep timbre, steady as a woodland stream even as they step into the other’s path rather abruptly and speak in somewhat broken common, “ i am looking for market. can you show me the direction? ”

——— * ❀ ARTEMIS FEELS A PAIR OF EYES ON THEM though that in and of itself isn’t necessarily unusual, so initially they pay it no mind and continue their reading. it’s a lovely day and so they’d stopped for a spell, figuring that now was as good a time as any to rest and enjoy the nice weather. settled comfortably at a bench in the square is where they’re found now, book held on one gloved hand as the other occasionally rises to turn a page.

                 the feeling of being watched dissipates, they notice almost peripherally, as a shadow abruptly eclipses the early day sun they’d been sitting under. they blink rapidly, eyes drifting up and fully anticipating sudden cloud cover, and are surprised to instead find a wild looking elf ( more hair than elf, really ) peering down at them and speaking, though it takes them a moment to register.

                 “ the, ah, the... ? ” they offer a baffled smile, swiftly composing themself, before realization dawns. “ the market ! yes, i know the way. it should be just down... ” a beat, “ um. something tells me that showing rather than telling would be more helpful here ? ”

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blessdsun​:

                while silence settled in the room for but a second, ashmenet let herself settle.  settle into the room, into the gentle quiet that sat around them.  settle into the peace that artemis’ talking offered.  she’d learned a while ago that what she needed was to wash out the whispers from their mind, to relinquish the hold that it’s talons had on her.

              “ i like those geraniums.”  not to say that she didn’t like all the plants he’d grown. and while her talents had definitely not bent towards helping and watching things grow, she could admire it. 

              while artemis continued speaking, ashmenet let herself drift past focusing on his words, to letting them just flow through her ears and lull her into a quiet contentment.  gradually that spark that lived in her soul calmed; there was no immediate danger, no inciting whispers.  just the quiet moment around them.  she sighed, quietly, her arms moving to curl around them loosely.

——— * ❀ THERE’S SOFT, ALMOST INAUDIBLE LAUGHTER as artemis slowly shifts to curl their arms around her right back. they tuck their head against her shoulder, hands continuing to smooth over her hair. it’s gratifying, uniquely, to feel the way the tension starts to slowly bleed out of her. and goodness knows that artemis could never be one to refuse a cuddle — especially from a friend who so rarely ever lets herself be vulnerable. 

                 “ what do you think i should plant next, darling ? ” they ask, voice honey-soft and gently adoring. “ if you like the geraniums, that is. ” they partially don’t expect an answer; either way they win. it would be lovely if ashmenet could manage to doze off, but they’re happy to take suggestions, anyway.

                  “ i’m feeling quite brave in light of recent success. do you have a favorite flower ? ”

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faeblyd​:

  ——   THE  HALF-DROW  OFFERS  A  TINY  GRIN,  giving  a  tiny  little  bow  in  return.  he  knew  that  their  words  rang  particularly  true…  for  he  was  something  of  a  curious  creature,  hell-bent  on  seeing  more  of  the  world  whenever  he  could.  ❝ more  than  capable  of  taking  care  of  myself,  you  know. ❞  aodhan  was  nimble,  though  it  should  have  come  as  little  surprise,  given  that  he  was  a  rogue  –  prided  himself  on  being  both  silent  &  quick  on  his  feet.  

  ❝ nothing’s  changed  in  the  port  since  last  you  left  us, ❞  he  grins  in  return,  allowing  the  other  to  take  him  in,  even  offering  a  small  turn  to  show  off  his  new  cloak.  it  was  newly  purchased  with  some  of  the  funds  he’d  been  given  for  working  so  diligently  around  the  tavern.  ❝ did  get  a  little  ruffed  up  by  one  of  the  patrons  a  bit  ago,  though.  look  at  this, ❞  &  he  holds  out  his  hand,  marred  with  a  small  but  reasonably  fresh  scar  along  the  knuckles  of  his  ring  &  middle  fingers.  

——— * ❀ “ IT’S NOT YOUR CAPABILITY I DOUBT. though goodness aodhan, this must’ve been quite the scrape. “ a gloved hand rising to gently run over the displayed scar with an air of light concern. artemis’s arm slowly lowers back to their side, assessing as their eyes skirt over the folds of the cloak, the brightness of his face. so many things changed, so many things that remain the same. “ it’s that you seem a bit of a magnet for trouble, and trouble comes here in spades. i doubt other people’s ability to just leave you be. “

                   “... i do love the cloak though. ” they smile, visibly relenting. “ it suits you well. i take it you’ve been working hard, then ? ” a pause, and then the look turns lightly teasing. “ hopefully not too busy to walk an old biddy to where he plans to stay ? “

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hclyblood​:

✝ — HE IS LISTENING TO HIM, but he’s also in his own head, thinking of what he’s proposing. Shields were helpful to everyone, though the standard, armored one is difficult for many people to hold for long periods of time. Something lightweight that anyone could use and could reflect damage would be incredibly helpful to those without excess strength. He gives him a curious look when he mentions not working with Arcane Wards, but doesn’t question further. Instead, he focuses on his following words. 

“That’s your problem then - Glyphs of Warding are too intricate to try and adjust for what you’re attempting to do,” he waves a hand. “That, and those are meant to HURT people. The only thing similar to what you’re trying to accomplish is the physical trigger, but that is implemented with the understanding that something will be harmed.” 

He leans back in his seat, rubbing his chin, “I think you may have overlooked a much SIMPLER spell that would be more similar to what you’re trying to do,” he digs in his bag, taking out a notebook and flipping to a blank page, quickly scribbling down the arcane language for the spell he speaks of. “The shield spell - it’s a quick spell you can use to reflect physical damage before it hurts you.” 

“If you could strengthen that spell with the same magic used in Arcane Wards, and give it a trigger other than someone attacking you, you’ll get what you’re looking for.” He looks to him with a smile, “so - yes, I think it’s possible.” 

——— * ❀ “ OH. ” HE SAYS, “ YOU KNOW, I’D CONSIDERED IT. but it seemed like it would be... the components rely so heavily on actions of the caster, i couldn’t quite determine a means to trigger it from the outside and have it be usable for the average person. “

                 but his expression unfolds into a smile, fixing on what he draws as he does so and nodding along absently. flipping to a new page and jotting down notes in his quick, elegant hand. “ but a hybrid mixture of the two could be perfect. thank you, i really appreciate this. i always do best when i have people to bounce ideas off of, but it’s a bit difficult when everyone looks at me as though i’ve gone batty when i go throwing remote shield enchantments in their face like this. “ his eyes flip up, landing on the others. his smile brightens and softens, leaning back.

                 “ seriously, thank you. it seems you’re quite good with spells as well as the more technical tinkering stuff, aren’t you ?“ and finally he sees a movement out of the corner of his eye, perking up when he sees the barmaid approaching. “ ah ! perfect. honestly, get whatever you like, it’s the least i can do. ”

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earthremembers​:

                EVEN WITH HIS SLOUCH DETRACTING INCHES FROM HIS FULL HEIGHT,  caduceus still has to tilt his head downwards in order to look at artemis. the firbolg is a portrait of serenity, calm smile never faltering as he casts his gaze over the plants he’s been cultivating singlehandedly these last few years. 

                a sea of ivy adorns the side of the stone temple, seemingly growing from cracks in the ancient masonry and contrasting the grey stonework with a bright verdant one cannot find in the cursed woods outside of the grove, violent in its purple and red coloration like bruises and freshly spilled blood. “ oh, yes. grow my own leaves and everything. and my mother used to make her own jam, actually. i’d make it myself, but. well, sugar’s not easy to come by around these parts, and i try not to leave unless it’s absolutely necessary. ”

                caduceus wordlessly beckons for artemis to follow as they begin to head in the direction of the graves. “ why, thank you. it’s not easy work, but it keeps me busy most days. those are my lilies, by the way, ” he adds offhandedly, gesturing towards a plot of pink and white blooms not far from the shrine’s entrance.

——— * ❀ “ OH, SHOOT. “ THEY SAY, WITH MEANING. “ if i’d known there was anybody out here... ah, well. maybe if you’re open to me visiting again, i could try and bring some sugar ‘round next time. ” even as artemis says it, flushing faintly at the idea of so immediately feeling pulled to visit again. they could blame the environment, of course, though some meddling part of them knows it’s a little more than that. artemis considers for a moment their casual assertion of not leaving unless he has to; a curious glitter in their eyes briefly before they turn their gaze from his tranquil smile.

                 it’s so gorgeous that a few years ago, they think, they would’ve yearned to stay and lose themself to it. some part of them still aches, the smallest pang for something they know quite patently isn’t really an option. but their eyes skirt along every bloom and bud they hadn’t been in the best mindset to appreciate when they’d first entered. they’re smiling, not immune to the melancholy sort of air of such a lonely place, but something about it is too heartwrenchingly beautiful not to find uniquely intriguing.

                 “ most days. ” it’s a sympathetic tone. they in particular can relate, with their often notoriously short attention span. “ even the most fulfilling work can leave someone wanting, if it gets too... monotonous. “

                and they waver, briefly, and then give their head the smallest tilt towards them. “ are you... alone, out here ? ”

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stormsiris​:

“…” How annoying. 

Even when this storm had the convenience of being present in the dead of night, there had to be one wandering human totting around.  Least he was pretty.

“It can be whatever gets you to keep walking. What the does for your perception of me I could honestly care less about–though, for what it’s worth lightning is merciless on clothing without the proper enchantments.” A roll of thunder, it sounded so close, awakened a near primal shiver in warm blood. As crass as he was being, he really didn’t desire to see anyone get singed by wayward power that didn’t deserve it.

“And–oh I do hope not. Who knows with a beauty such as this,” He gestures skyward with a far more lackadaisical shrug than should be acquainted to this weather, “But I’ll be fine, you on the other…hand…” 

His expression flattens, a ringing like an alarm bell in his ear, shrinking the pupils of his eyes. The sky bellows, lurches near this stranger–

“For the love of the Gods you idiot–” His heels pivot, the howling wind swirling around his feet, launching him forward only to stop just before him, lifting his hand above them as that lighting struck down. That familiar white painted heat lighting up his skin but not burning it, it’s energy cascading across him, into him. A breath leaves in a sharp curse. He will never get used to that will he?

——— * ❀ THERE’S HARDLY EVEN MUCH TIME TO REACT. artemis doesn’t have the sense for storms like this individual seems to, more surprised than truly afraid when the ( elven ? ) man comes charging full-tilt in his direction and throwing a hand up in the air. they barely have time to summon their magic to gloved fingertips; eyes flaring a vivid, arcane pink — 

                 only for the man to absorb a bloody lightning bolt of all things.

                 he watches him light up, bright and terrible. like so many mechanical parts. it steals his breath from his throat for a moment, expecting the scent of burning to follow, at least a scream or something. before they realize it, their lips moving silently on reflex, they’re absorbed from head to toe in a faintly iridescent rosy shield spell. precisely as it begins to sink in — 

                — he isn’t screaming.

              “ oh. “ he says, “ oh ! “ as the pieces finally click into place. he shakes himself to stop gaping up at the other, and a thin flush of pink swathes over the high points of his cheekbones. he inhales, trying to ease his own breathlessness. “ i see. oh, you had that quite well in hand, didn’t you ? my apologies, i ah. hm. well, thank you very much for not letting me die like an utter moron. “

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cheek  kiss.

neck  kiss.

back  kiss.

forehead  kiss.

ear  kiss.

nose  kiss.

shy  kiss.

happy  kiss.

surprise  kiss.

angry  kiss.

crying  kiss.

rough  kiss

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quick  kiss.

platonic  kiss.

jealous  kiss.

first  kiss.

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blown  kiss.

awkward  kiss.

drunk  kiss.

bloody  kiss.

sensual  kiss.

dying  kiss.

secret  kiss.

teasing  kiss.

against  the  wall  kiss.

alleyway  kiss.

rain  kiss.

before  bed  kiss.

goodbye  kiss.

‘i’m  sorry’  kiss.

‘i  missed  you’  kiss.

‘good  morning’  kiss.

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toameliiorate​:

“Matthias is … like that. He takes his offerings in food and drink and kind conversation.” He was a very present diety. Their other gods were less reliably constant and calm, never coming on call the way he did. Or even without, as it seemed this was. It was a strange thing, but Quinn couldn’t say they’d rather be without the companionship. 

“… I am glad this is known to you.” Glad to not be forced into persuading him they meant no harm. Glad to not have to defend themself from something that couldn’t be helped in its core. They didn’t have to ask such sill things and reveal themself - but. Well. That couldn’t really be helped either. 

“It is familiar. I understand. It’s … uh, rude, I guess. To ask such things.” Not rude enough to stop them from asking, evidently. “And it feels bad. I know. It is being seen from the insides and not the out. It … worries people. I have learned … only some, better.” The tiniest hint of a smile to hint at a joke despite their fears. 

“It has never changed my opinion of people, I don’t think. Sometimes it makes me worry for there is ill-health hiding but - it is … as it is. You are - lucky, I guess, for I have told you? It was uh … allowed? Not that it is usually unallowed - sometimes it is necessary for healing and we have no choice in it. ” 

——— * ❀ ARTEMIS LISTENS ATTENTIVELY a little pause here and there, as he parses out their words, still with contemplation. when they offer a smile, it’s easily returned in kind; their eyes crinkling a little even if there is a small hint of tightness that curls around the corners of the expression.

                 “ i, “ they begin, slowly. “ understand it’s a bit different, to someone who did not grow up in this sort of environment. it’s not so much... rude, as it is, ah. genuinely capable of putting me in great danger ? “ their tone rises towards the end, delivered in a playful tone but it is serious.

                 “ and if you are anything like me, in that regard... darling, you need to be careful. people have quick eyes and quicker hands, they will do so much while understanding so little. you ought to look after yourself more closely. “

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oK I am back around i finally have... writing braincell again mhahfsdjafs sorry for late replies

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