Dreamseeker

Indie bg3 oc

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Independent rp blog for a BG3 based dnd oc.

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//I feel so powerful now, someone on a bg3 mod discord helped me learn how to combine the textures for these two body texture mods

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"Uh oh, I see a frowny-face. Are we hugging it away or slapping it away? Your call."

Send [✨] for Sender to lift Receiver up.

"Excuse me? No, this is exactly what I'm talking about, do you even listen to me--" An absolutely undignified yelp escapes the 'drows' lips as they're suddenly hoisted up by the other and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Actually with maybe a little less effort than an actual sack of potatoes required, if they were honest.

The action certainly has it's intended(?) effect in stunning the warlock into a temporary silence.

Only for it to be interrupted with an almost squeaky exclamation. "Xvilnar?!"

[bursting-at-the-memes]

Non-sexual touch meme

These can be used for romance, friendships, family bonds, or...anything, really. Enjoy!

Prompts: Send [✋] for Sender to brush Receiver's hair off their face. Send [✋🔁] for Receiver to brush Sender's hair off their face. Send [🪑] for Sender to sit on Receiver's lap. Send [🪑🔁] for Receiver to sit on Sender's lap. Send [🥱] for Sender to lay their head on Receiver's shoulder. Send [🥱🔁] for Receiver to lay their head on Sender's shoulder. Send [💥] for Sender to trip, falling into Receiver's arms. Send [💥🔁] for Receiver to trip, falling into Sender's arms. Send [🤝] for Sender to take Receiver's hand without warning. Send [🤝🔁] for Receiver to take Sender's hand without warning. Send [✨] for Sender to lift Receiver up. Send [✨🔁] for Receiver to lift Sender up. Send [🫂] for Sender to hug Receiver from behind. Send [🫂🔁] for Receiver to hug Sender from behind.

Sentence Starters: "Wait a second, you've got something in your hair. Let me just..." "This might sound stupid, but, would you hold my hand?" "I could really use a hug." "You look like you could use a hug." "Hold onto me, I don't want to lose you in this crowd." "Hey! When I said you could hug me, I didn't mean forever." "Uh oh, I see a frowny-face. Are we hugging it away or slapping it away? Your call." "Your hair looks so soft. Can I play with it?" "You were NOT hugged enough as a child and so help me I am GOING to fix that now." "No. No. I'm not giving you a piggyback ride. I'm not. Oh for the love of- fine, get on." "Are you using me as a human shield right now?" "Listen, I can't help that you're the perfect height to be an arm rest." "Come here, I'll warm you up." "Did you hurt yourself? Give me your hand, let me see." "I need a nap. Cuddle with me?"

[scionth]

“   hmm, but we did avoid it, didn't we? ” the building has stopped shaking and the smoke seeping through the cracks of the trap door is minimal. he would call that a win. although, the dust falling from the rafters hasn't alleviated any, better that than the entire rooftop collapsing on them.

“   what, you think i was going to kill you? ” well, maybe the thought had crossed his mind prior to lobbing the smokepowder bomb. but, he hadn't followed through until they made a run for it. that had to count for something. xvilnar leans in, his gaze casually shimmying over ist'aufein. he would make a pretty corpse, but, the warlock was of more use to him alive, presently. he brings a hand up to poke the other drow on the nose, “   no singed hair, no missing limbs. could be worse, eh? ”

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Whatever gods may happen to be listening right now, please grant them the patience needed to not throw themself down the well just outside.

"Oh, my apologies, I was just under the impression that bombs being set off in an enclosed space barely a foot away from you would equal all of our deaths. You know, as you seemingly were going to do before I offered to find a way out first." Ist'aufein looks throughly unamused as Xvilnar leans in, but the warlock doesn't back down.

"You're exhausting, did you know that?" They sigh, and shake their head. "Let's just... finish searching this town and move on."

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[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

Puck was trying to kill them. That was the only logical explanation to come to in this situation. They could physically feel their own mental faculties shutting down, cell by cell as they watch Puck strip and step into the bath water, urging Ist'aufein to do the same.

There's a moment where they swear they've forgotten how to move their limbs before they suddenly snap back into existence. Their leather shoulder armor is pulled off first, dropped to the floor. They can feel the others eyes on them as they reach for the bottom of their little cropped shirt, pulling it up and off in one deft motion.

Their boots and pants are next, piled with the rest. There's a slight hesitation as they reach the final layer, fingers hooking into the waist of them but not pulling them off just yet.

It wasn't like Puck hadn't seen them naked by this point, a few times, in fact. It was just... different when it was the heat of the moment, their mind thoroughly distracted with other things. Now? There was no heat, and all the room for nerves to settle in.

They could feel their face burn, the 'drow' taking in a deep breath to steel themself before tugging them off, and hurrying to go sink themselves into the hot water alongside Puck.

There's an instant relief in that, with the pleasant feeling of the hot water and no longer feeling quite so on display.

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//Today is torment Ist'aufein day I guess whEEZE

[soulrph]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!

LAST EDITED: 01/06/22

[ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.

[ ANGER ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

[ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

[ HEAT ]:      while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

[ COVER ]:     while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.

[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.

[ STOP ]:     in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.

[ FIGHT ]:     while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]:     sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

[ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…

[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.

[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.

[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).

[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.

[ DECEPTION ]: while pinning them against the wall during a public fight, the sender uses the close proximity to secretly reveal that they’re still on the receiver’s side.

[ POWER ]: sender unexpectedly uses their powers to push and pin the receiver against the wall.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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//I keep forgetting to add their stats to their carrd jfc.

But I need you all to know that they dumped int and wis and str, so I need everyone to curb their expectations on Ists ability to make good life decisions

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you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me.

"N... Not a problem. Like looking at you..." The 'drows' words are a bit slurred, head slumped against the others chest. They tilt their head up to look at Puck, the whole world seeming to shift and spin with the motion, immediately they felt a little nauseous, head pounding in their skull.

They're about 90% sure they have a concussion, having taken a particularly nasty hit to the head during the fight. It's fine, they'll be fine. They're pretty sure they've had worse and hey... seeing two of Puck isn't so bad--

A slight giggle escapes their lips at the thought, though they wince almost immediately after.

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` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.

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//What if I did stuff on Ist'aufeins blog. What if I did that--

[scionth]

despite the fact that, moments prior, he was prepared to blow them up without second thought, xvilnar stares at ist'aufein, patiently, until they spring into action. fortunately for their group, the smaller drow is a perceptive one. the sound of rock grinding against rock as a secret wall gives way, reveals a direct path back through the necromancer's cellar and up to the apothecary.

a more... convenient escape, by comparison.

xvilnar brings up the rear, flinging the smokepowder bomb down the ladder and swiftly shutting the trap door as it detonates below. the building seems to shake only slightly.

“   you're quick on your feet, ” he acknowledges ist'aufein, impressed, latter tone bordering on amused. “   see what you can achieve when the alternative is being blown to chunks? ”

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There's a grimace from the warlock, as though preparing for a much larger explosion than what actually came. Well, at least the damn building hadn't come down like they'd silently feared.

"I could have achieved it all the same with a simple 'Ist'aufein, can you find us another way out of here?'" The smaller 'drow' would give him something of a pointed look. "I do believe the point of our little group is avoiding a grisly death, am I wrong?" Well, more like 'horrific alien transformation' but that was pretty much the same thing as far as they were concerned. The very thought made their skin crawl.

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tackles them to the ground, holding them tightly. "Sssshhhh... there. there... I cherish you deeply friend. You're horrible at decision making. Please stop making those. No more of those, no more."

The 'drow' lets out a strangled yelp as they're suddenly met with a face full of dirt and a whole other person on their back. "Vhaal, get off--" They whine, trying in vain to wiggle out from under the other warlock.

"I don't even want the worm! I didn't want it last time either but I panicked okay!" They give up on struggling, just going limp underneath him, forehead plopping against the ground.

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*crawls into their tent and just

and just stands ominously above them in the middle of the night*

The 'drow' lay still, not asleep but not in true reverie either. Regardless, it still seemed to give them the rest they needed.

Or at least, it usually did.

There was some part of his brain that urged them to wake, a sense of danger. Red eyes blink open, glowing faintly in the darkness of the tent. It took them a second to register the figure standing over them in the dark, and then another second for a rather undignified squeak to leave their lips as they scramble over their pillow, the beginnings of an eldritch blast glowing around their fingers.

"P-Puck?! B-By the gods, don't startle me like that--" A soft sigh of relief would escape the 'drows' lips. "Did you want... something?" Gods, what time even was it?

Their eyes flick back to their bedroll, then to Puck. "Did you... wish to share?"

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//Man, imagine being traumatized and then finally getting the freedom you always wanted, and then working towards getting over the trauma and finding your place in the world

Just to find out that none of your trauma even happened, that you're not and never were what you thought, and you are basically a figment of another creatures thoughts brought to life.

And despite now knowing, you still carry and feel the 'trauma' from before as though it had been real because it was real to you, but now you have the added struggle of self denial and derealization and this feeling that you never will and never were meant to fit into this world and feeling that your original goals were hopeless--