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What a cruel fate you must have suffered to land yourself in a cold, unforgiving embrace…

@scatteredarchives ; highly selective, independent multi-muse blog featuring Baldur’s gate 3, final fantasy 7 remake, Overwatch and more! Beloved and penned by Dead. 25, they / them, gmt+1. Formally known as Expiredmorality Minors DNI. Discord available upon request. ANTI-AI USAGE.

Rules doc (wip) Thread tracker Muse list

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌 #rp blog promo #rp promo #final fantasy 7 remake #cloud ff7 #Overwatch RP #bg3 dark urge #bg3 rp

ow-newera

Winston has sent out the recall, the question is will you answer? Vendetta’s attack on Talon has left some scars, Doomfist’s status unknown at this current time. After the attack on Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Talon may have lost the battle but the war is only just beginning….

Overwatch: A new era (20+) is a new server that follows closely to the lore of the game, with a staff team committed to keeping their members updated on the current happenings of the lore after Vendetta’s after over of Talon. We offer reasonable flexibility with the canon’s — for characters that are currently rogue, you get to choose their motivations moving forward as long as it fits their characterisation both past and present! There’s also a space for original characters, allowing those who want to have their creativity with heroes (or villains) they have created to flourish! As long as it works cohesively with the lore of the Overwatch universe, and characters are scaled/power balanced they’re all welcome!

LGBTQA+ inclusive, friendly staff committed to the upkeep of the server and helping their members the best they can — whether it be with an issue they may come across, or any ideas that they want to incorporate into the roleplay. A new era welcomes you with open arms and hopes to see you here with us!

Inv Link: https://discord.gg/WTZbPWrhE4

#shameless self promo #𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

Winston has sent out the recall, the question is will you answer?

Vendetta’s attack on Talon has left some scars, Doomfist’s status unknown at this current time. After the attack on Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Talon may have lost the battle but the war is only just beginning….

LGBTQA+ inclusive, friendly staff committed to the upkeep of the server and helping their members the best they can — whether it be with an issue they may come across, or any ideas that they want to incorporate into the roleplay, A new era welcomes you with open arms and hopes to see you here with us!

Discord invite: https://discord.gg/WTZbPWrhE4

#overwatch rp #overwatch roleplay #discord server ad #roleplay #discord roleplay

I am alive! The last week or so has been hectic but! Me and @mossweaving have come together to make an overwatch roleplay server over on discord! She’s cute, she’s cunty and I’ll post the ad for it later today as I finish up the last few details! Brand new so most of the canon’s are open!

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌 #I am SO EXCITED #I’m just adding the final details to the ad ™️#they want you they want you as a new recruit

Finally added my muse doc on here! She’s a big work in progress as per usual but. We doing things

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

I am… overwhelmed with everything that I have to do here my brain is not on my side

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

Okay hi I am alive! I’ve been… busy lately with work and everything in between. But! I will be slowly making the rounds and finishing up set up and whatnot I am so sorry lmao

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌 #I am here #I will be trying to get to everything I just #brain goes brr

Letters littering pages; Anon ask

If you have time/don’t mind. (And if you have mentioned her to “the public”) could you please give us a sneak peek at Nym’s sister?

Introducing! Erelaun Zauudren!

A quick summary; Snatched from the comfort of the Underdark, Erelaun is a recruitable companion who has been infected by the illithid tadpole. She starts out as neutral evil, though during the events she can either become chaotic neutral (good ending), or chaotic evil (bad ending).

Her bad ending goals pertain to bringing the Zauudren name back from the ashes in which her brother left them; the only survivor of a slaughter she had not been home to witness.

The main things about her is that she is an assassin rogue, college of swords bard who has a complicated relationship with Nym-yraen should they travel together almost a decade after he murdered their family. She knows how to captivate an audience, using seduction whilst toying with her prey before wielding a well concealed dagger. In game she’s a Gale kisser lmao. Unlike Nym-yraen, she isn’t a Bhaalspawn. Just an adoptive sister! I love her so much she’s very interesting and I’m so glad to bring her over here!

#𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 | 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 #𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚐𝚎 | 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 #𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 | 𝙴𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗 #I love her she makes me so happy #there’s a lot to say about her but this is the spark notes

Muse list!

Baldur’s gate 3

Nym-yraen (dark urge) [main]

Erelaun Zauudren (tav)

Overwatch

Kháos (Overwatch vers. Nym)

Widowmaker (test)

Mercy (test)

Final Fantasy VII remake

Cloud Strife [main]

Aerith Gainsborough (testing)

Bungou Stray Dogs

Chūya Nakahara

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

Really miss when people had rp etiquette man

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌 #this is purely about a discord server I’m in #there’s a reserve system for a reason. why are you mentioning waiting for someone to not meet the reserve to snatch it #I am… tired of people LOL

Rules!

01. Intro — Hi! I’m Dead and welcome to my beloved blog ! I’m 25, go by they / them pronouns and my time zone is gmt. My discord is available upon request, most of my private writings take place there.

02. Contents — Due to the themes that this blog will touch upon, this isn’t a place for minors at all. Preferably, I’d like people who are 20+ to be the ones who interact with this blog. NSFW will be present, though marked accordingly with the tag #𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 | 𝙲𝚆 so you know what you’re getting yourself into.

03. Shipping — Whilst it isn’t a priority, I am open to discussions around it. I prefer organic happenings! I do have a preference in terms of shipping although I’m open to possibilities

04. Style, selectivity — Personally, I do have a preference for third person lit, and that goes for the writings taking place with another person as well. When it comes to length, as long as it’s not a one liner and there’s enough for me to build off of I don’t care! I tend to write until it feels at a right pacing to end and allow for the next response. The only time I might say something is if I am struggling to respond.

05. Total drama island — Drama, hate of any kind will not be tolerated. The block button exists for a reason and I will use it should I need to.

06. Godmodding — Please do not take control of my muse. Little movements to progress a scene is okay but I would rather be informed first. Full control of my muse is for me to detail; though not every little thing is needed to be written down.

07. interacting — Please allow for some patience when it comes to getting my responses out. I will give you the same grace! A gentle nudge is okay if it’s been a while and I haven’t responded within a week with no prior communication

08. Goodbye! — Thank you for taking the time to read over this! I think I’ve covered all of my bases! I’m looking forward to interacting with the community!

#𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

I am in fact changing this into a multi-muse blog. I’m going to edit and change my username to scatteredarchives ! I’ll also put in my new pinned post “formerly Expiredmorality” so y’all know who it is lmao. For now tho I’m gonna keep the name until I get stuff done

#𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

There are so many muses that I want to write both from BG3 and other spaces so I’m debating about turning this into a multi-muse blog instead.. my main muses will be from bg3 and there will be bg3 verses available. But yknow. The brain is braining. As for my replies that I owe I promise I’m getting to it; my energy as been very bleh lately.

#𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌 #I have been thrown into my overwatch and final fantasy seven remake hyperfixations again #I could always make a new blog but I don’t want to LOL #idk maybe I’ll just not make a multimuse but we will see

HELLO! I will be getting to responses eventually! I have just gotten caught up with some things. But I’m making this post so that everyone I have threads with knows that I am very much interested in continuing them.

#𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌

mossweaving

“Don’t be,” his timbre had been laced with venom, distaste trailing his saliva as the scrunch to his nose had exaggerated the metaphorical spit of his own words, “Pity isn’t something I seek for this matter, and certainly not from someone who likely lacks it in a prose anyway.”

It was definitely choice wording from the drow– I’m sorry. In their time together, Astarion was certain he’d barely heard any utterance in the form of grief, sorrow. There was little regret, little remorse, though that was a concept he’d been intimately familiar with as well. When the pieces knocked themselves together in this manner, he couldn’t discern if it’d been genuine or simply another facade to keep a relation close. It wasn’t as though they were amicable on the level of holding hands and skipping through the forest together, but there were evenings where they could speak without filter– without having to perform constantly despite the rogue’s innate ability to want to do so.

Oftentimes, he still did, which made their circumstance and dialogue just that much more intricate than necessary.

The tension in his shoulders had been physically rolled upon its hinges; a full adjusting to his posture as he’d released a low, slow breath of air from his nostrils. A release that caused the brief dip of his sight to be engulfed in shallow darkness, as if he’d been forcibly attempting to reposition the boiling wrath within his throat. Loaded, empty threats that ensnared themselves within the low grovel of spite, hatred and anger for such a lowly comparison to personal tragedy. He’d already recomposed himself once, and angling back once more hadn’t been difficult; he hadn’t the time nor the place to entirely dissect the meaning of this apology, given who it’d been delivered from, but he had enough recollection to prior events that could have helped the potential sincerity within such an address.

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” hands had come to cross his chest, blanketing the loose display of his evening ware with a physical barrier, “The exhaustion, being pissed at the world, so to say. Constructing my own poor attempt at care is, well, mutual. It definitely isn’t my first reaction to anything, really.”

A match for a match per vulnerability rates go, in his mind. “Your predicament is… unfortunate, and I can understand it to a degree. Funnel that rage into our next battle! For every unknown, make it double the body count– Hells, triple, if it’s that bad.” The slow crawl of his vocals had begun softly, a muted hush of affirmation that felt akin to an entirely new dress of vocabulary given their reverence. As he’d continued, a hand had gestured itself outward, slicing through the air to accentuate the regression of his sentiment. Something with levity, easier conversing with opaque terms.

Even the dawned trace of irritation on his features had waned, albeit sluggishly as the topic continued, dwindled itself into layers with the drow that he didn’t think he’d ever been able to touch. Transparency wasn’t the common goal, nor had it ever been one for the rogue. Where sharing details could have been helpful in some scenarios, he didn’t deem it a requirement for all, especially his own.

“Well, we’ve voiced enough atrocity for the evening, why not add some more? Sprinkle in those uncertainties– it may be the last evening you get to do so.” And he’d do anything for more information on everyone within his range, especially his companions.

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The curl of his nose had settled against his features, disgusted — insulted by the words that had been thrown in his direction. Pity borrowed itself as something he didn’t feel, and to have his attempt at mending his unfortunate wording discounted aligned itself with something he did not appreciate. “You can be pissed off at the wording and the implications I hadn’t meant but were still present, and there’s no need for you to accept the apology — it wasn’t made with the intent of seeking that acceptance. But don’t mistake it for pity. It’s something that I don’t feel, and it’s certainly something I wouldn’t insult you with.”

Where his timbre had been filled with ice, the volume of which it had freezed over kept itself minimal. A subconscious habit he had developed in his time conversing with the elf. Observations lent themselves to the finding that senses were amplified, sound being a particularly grating one. He knew that they weren’t exactly close, their past times excluded the braiding of hair, instead they worked similar circles — methods in order to achieve a goal. His own words had surprised him, and he had hardly expected it to balm over any wounds he may have opened.

The introduction of the concept of pity, however, had been the thing to make his skin crawl, and reignite his irritation. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, the knowledge that setting each other off would be counterproductive floating around in his mind, but aside it existed the fact that the pair had an innate ability to dig at precise buttons to ignite a flare within the other. The drow sucked in a breath, lithe fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes, attempting to soothe what had been set off.

Allowing agitation would get them nowhere; neither would adding fuel to the rotten thoughts curling around his skull, or the tension that had found itself applying pressure to his shoulders. Pointless, pointless, pointles-

He drew out a slow exhale, attempting to extinguish the feverish flames that threatened to spill, the breath methodic as he repeated the process, until it had at least dampened. Despite their ability to dance on fried nerves, unfortunately where it counted Nym-yraen found the elf capable, someone good to have around when his own calculations took a more sinister approach most would turn away from. “Baring our teeth at each other is going to get us nowhere. I hadn’t meant to set you off. And holding a semblance of calm is… difficult for me at the moment. I didn’t apologise because I pity you, and I didn’t offer one with the expectation of it being accepted. Like I said, I misspoke. My words were, rightfully, misconstrued, and regardless of everything I should have had some awareness as to the point I was trying to portray. That’s all there was to it.”

After he had been certain that his own irritation had been left with only embers, he adjusted his position, removing the hand from his face before soothing over the gauze peeking from his shirt, a quiet self soothing ritual that easily played itself off as insurance that everything was where it should be. At the same time, he allowed the elf the space to speak, offering a small consolation of a nod as he processed what had been offered in turn. “Your attempt at care wasn’t poor, if it’s worth anything. Admittedly I am not the easiest to talk to, and accepting anything that resembles care isn’t… easy by any means. It goes hand in hand with vulnerability and allowing weaknesses to be visual, which are both areas outside of my expertise.”

He knew the type of people they were. How they operated, information shared easily became a loaded weapon, stored in the back pocket waiting for a moment to strike. It had been something he admired about the rogue, but something he kept his awareness angled towards all at the same time. Especially when he hadn’t gained anything in turn, outside of what he had counted as common knowledge. Maybe it was just common to him. “I appreciate the effort. Especially when it’s not your first reaction. I am just… evidentially atrocious at accepting it.” The words seemed like a good place to go; acknowledging the attempt, whilst seemingly holding some accountability towards his own shortcomings — it angled itself towards a careful line to toe, trying in places he otherwise wouldn’t.

The drow cocked a brow at the rogue, placing consideration towards his words. It wouldn’t be a difficult endeavour — hells his decaying blood called for it, the whispers that pinged against pointed ears delighted by the prospect, igniting the bloodlust like a silent flame sweeping the forest. But it came in hand with the question surrounding his own ability of control, being able to stay at the helm of his mind. It wasn’t as though his frustrations hadn’t been taken out on the pitiful souls that they had come across — particularly rough days lent themselves well to the malice angled in precise slices to their enemies. But lines existed — loosely. “Taking it out on people who make the sorry decision to cross us is precisely what I’ve been doing. There’s just certain nuances, like I’ve said.” Things he was wholly unwilling to discuss.

Should they come to light, it put himself in more danger than he would be willing to deal with.

A laugh pooled from his lips, shaking his head as he was quietly amused. Discussing uncertainties, what an asinine prospect. “As delightful as that sounds,” it didn’t, “discussing uncertainties in this regard is something I’d prefer to stray from. They exist, but they’ll get buried like the rest of it. Besides — I’m far too sober and aware to get into that particular topic.”

#𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖 | 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 #𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 | 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 #mossweaving #they’re like two cats hissing at each other

A dance with death: @chaostides

Munday asks; accepting!

😍 - Do you have a specific character type that you usually find applies to your favorites?

I do although it isn’t all the time that it’s the case. My favourites tend to be the ones who are a little evil and mentally ill lmao; complex characters who can go either way in their story, and read as though they can be possessive — though it’s a very specific kind of possessiveness. That being said it isn’t the only type of character I tend to have as favourites. I do have some favourites who are on the softer side of things! But generally speaking I think this is what applies the best.

🌟 - What was the first fandom you remember Rping for?

The first fandom I can remember roleplaying for was Tokyo Ghoul! I used to write as Kaneki ( all the variants other than Haise), and I had a few OCs there. One of which has followed into every fandom I’ve been apart of it. Another first would be Mystic Messenger where I wrote a Male!MC and later wrote / still write for Saeran — although I write them as a DID system (Saeran, Ray, Unknown) and have put EXTENSIVE research into, as well as corrected places where I had been misinformed.

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?

I am a huge fan of plots that have slow burn, enemy to lovers vibes in there. Nym-yraen tends to fall into a slow burn category and has some toxic elements in him but I adore plots that have that and where the toxicity is mutual and slowly turns into something healthy (or more over, healthy for the two people involved as every relationship is different). I tend to be interested in “make each other worse and make each other better” type stuff. Specific plot ideas I heavily fuck with aus so there’s nothing specific that comes to mind but someone comes to me with an idea I will help build it up if I’m interested!

Tysm for the ask!