#chaostides

[bloodtwin]

BAG    OF    BONES   ;   𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂   𝐆𝐋𝐚𝐃𝐎𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

           ╰┈➤     @chaostides

▊  &&.    “ have  i  ever  lied  to  you  ?  …   i  mean  ,  in  this  room  .  ”

            A   DEEP   FROWN   settled  on  his  mouth,  brow  creasing  with  a  mixture  of  confusion  &  childish  hurt.  He  was  a  kicked  puppy  in  the  body  of  a  six-foot-nine  half-elf.   ❝   You've   .  .  .    lied  to  me  before   ？   ❞ 

[fatedmuses]

@chaostides liked for a starter! (Alara + Shadowheart!)

Shadowheart took a sip from her own bottle of wine, studying Alara for a moment. She'd never seen the other so... open. Or kind.

It was unnerving, really.

"Exactly how much have you had to drink?" Shadowheart asked playfully. "You seem to be giving the rest of us a run for our money in that department."

[ravnloft]

( cutthroat island // accepting ) ALARA [ @chaostides ] WROTE: ❝Translate what is written there, if you would.❞

ELMINSTER HUFFED AT THE REQUEST with such indignation it ruffled his beard. He made a show of knocking the ash from his eversmoking pipe and methodically repacking it. An unnecessary display as it was enchanted to refill itself — not to mention how unnecessary it was for a construct to smoke at all — but he hadn't achieved this old age of his without learning how to silently make a point. He at least spared her the theater of manually lighting it.

Plumes of green smoke puffed from the bowl. He chose not to remove it when he replied, instead shuffling the words around the stem. ❝And, if I would not? Carry around an abyssal dictionary, do ye? Mind thou handle it carefully. Never met one didn't have a tendency to bite — and thou art chewed enough as is.❞ Now he removed his pipe and tapped the end to his temple for emphasis.

[bolyde]

she’s had her fair share of flowers left by her, or tossed at her whilst performing, and while she tends to leave them in places to decorate an otherwise drab location, or hand them to strangers on the way to their next destination. today, however. she’s tucking them behind his ear and winding some around his horns, a spray of vibrant orange that matches his eyes and some white blooms, too, because it suits him. she never did get into the bouquetting craze that swept through a few years ago — some special flowers could only be purchased with gold bars, enough to buy a house with — so she doesn’t know what they conventionally mean, if anything at all, nor what criticism her choices would invite, but he looks good with them. like he’s lived a quieter, happier life. “you know, it’s just occurred to me… why don’t you choose where we head next. no limits. where do you most want to go, zevlor?” she’s curious, too — where is his favourite place in the world? will he want to return to elturel now that it’s settled in the realms again? or somewhere else entirely?

He's content, well and truly he is. The flowers that she tucks, braids, and curls into his hair and onto his horns does funny things to his chest as he's allowed @chaostides free reign while he reads at her side, and if that meant becoming a flower arrangement for her boredom so be it.

"Lady Kaptonneme, it is highly uncommon for one's blade to determine where they're going." The old Hellrider admonishes with no real heat in his voice and hardly moving as she tucks another peony into the crown of his hair. "I wouldn't find Neverwinter terrible, if the name is well and truly accurate." He admits with a smile as he dog-ears the book and closes it for now.

He does want to go home, but even with her at his back he does not feel as if he can justify the trek back yet.

"Athkatla is just a mere nineteen days by walking, you know?" Zevlor offers, attempting a neutral tone as he finally peers from the cover of his book at to the woman he's sworn his blade to until he regains the Blessing of Helm.

[accultant]

a few almosts!

"I knew I could count on you for a vengeful heart. You've got that look about you where I can so easily picture those pretty hands throttling someone." It is meant as a compliment, regardless of how unsettling such an thing might sound coming from a heartless ex-semi-cultist.

[laperlina]

❤️ my first roleplay memory

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

time to yap about the rpc ♡

❤️ my first roleplay memory

i already talked about the first character i ever roleplayed which kinda answers the question. so i think i'll just go more with an early memory. i rmr my real life friend kristina and i rly loved rping through neopets. we rp'd ocs tg, and i rmr going to her house (she lived a few blocks from me!) and we'd just stay silent and reply to each other. and just be like ' i replied !! ' and take our turns on the computer (cuz we only had one) and it was sooo wholesome and fun and we made like 30 replies a dayyy.

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

answered ~

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

tiny container themes. tiny anything tbh. OR the themes that were just so insanely maximalist where your eyes just didn't know where to go and the actual threads just got lost in between 40 images and flash gifs and floating links, and you had to search for a good while on the background where on earth the links were. what an insane time. also the really fried graphics era where you couldn't make out a single expression or even face. what was the point of that ?? isn't the point of icons so you can see something ?? skdmslkdm. anything that kills accessibility or ux i loathed.

but also, we were all just getting access to these things and kinda going crazy the same way 2016 makeup was just a lot for no reason and just a signal that everyone was excited and trying things out. so it wasn't like. the end of the world or anything lol. just a growing pains era but it WAS frustrating at the time.

i also generally really hated google docs,,, miss me what that shit. to be honest.

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

i try to play if off cool but i'm just a really, really anxious person and it affects rp a lot just like any other aspect of my life. i will always assume i'm bothering u by default cuz i went through a couple things that severely hardwired my brain into feeling guilty abt being excited about anything, and therefore guilty abt feeling generally more active / faster than average for the tumblr rpc (i don't have a lot of time but one thing i rly was good at in my life is time mgmt and just being a fast-ish writer). and if i think i'm bothering someone i just withdraw kjnkjn and that's so dumb and baby mode of me. but that's just my anxious avoidant personality slkdm. it takes me time to get over that. this isn't ANYONE's problem to accommodate for btw, it's a mental block i have to work on. but it's good for ppl to know at least what my current state is i guess, the same way ppl disclose their shyness or other mental stuff, esp cuz i don't tend to like being vulnerable for fear of, again, bothering ppl so it's not i tend to say this stuff often.

[abyssail]

( cutthroat island // accepting ) ALARA [ @chaostides ] WROTE: ❝No offense, but given the circumstances, don't you think this calls for a professional?❞

WILL WAS NO STONEMASON, BUT as a craftsman himself, he respected skilled work. Even a layman could see how well-laid the stones had been before curses and calamity had gotten to them. Even when the wall fell, it fell elegantly: rubble littered across the crumpled door frame like jewels over a lady's discarded dress. Unfortunately, this made it a problem. Through this rubble lay their path forward, but there was no easy way to move it. Isobel's blessing protected them from the shadow curse, not the poor souls afflicted by it. If they lingered too long or made too much of a spectacle, they might find themselves swarmed.

He parsed their options aloud: Explosions would do more harm than good. Brute force would take too long. Find another route was a longshot and more likely to land them in the lap of their enemies. Magic might be an option, but he knew almost nothing of it. Thus he was prepared to cast aside that idea as well.

❝No offense, but given the circumstances, don't you think this calls for a professional?❞

He'd always been able to recognize a blade by the way it cut the air, and Alara's sharp tongue was no different. He felt her words honed to a point even when speaking the most benign phrases. He habitually responded in kind, rarely wondering if he imagined a barb where there was none.

❝Don't tell me: stonemasonry is a revered craft in Amn. Your family made their fortune from it, and now you're going to use those skills to make these rocks dance out of our path.❞ Even his head tilted sarcastically. ❝Unless you mean a spell. If that's the case, we should head back to camp to collect Gale. I'll take the teacher over the student.❞

[saintsdawn-a]

↬ @chaostides says, “ are you trying to trick me ? ”

he is a young elven boy. bright eyes and quick smile, fingers itching to dig through pockets. he looks at alara and sees entertainment. the promise of such a thing builds in his small body, causing him to shift from one cloven hoof to another.

the magic tickles. he hates it when it tickles. a whole-body sensation, and so, so annoying. it shakes his smile.

“ no tricks, ” he says. “ it’s just business, yeah ? ” the word business is broken down and drawn out. he thinks it makes it sound serious. if it could be seen, the eager wiggle of a deer’s tail would ruin it all.