CRY WOLF !

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

[celestieua-deactivated20220720]

It’s the middle of the night so no one’s online but hi hello i made a DND DISCORD SERVER for anyone in the rpc who might wanna connect and chat and hang??? Come join!! There’s room for general dnd blogs, cr blogs, taz rp blogs, ect. You don’t need to have a dnd based blog to join, just a willingness to make friends and have fun! It’s also 18+ for the comfort of everyone, thank you!

HERE is the link!

[bnzir]

…………………………vibe check

[tiefsleuth]

hm........im doing it

[tiefsleuth]

me: bas is going to be my only high-fantasy muse for now also me after hearing the first two (2) notes of “the fellowship”: samwise gamgee samwise gamgee samwise gamgee samw-

[tiefsleuth]

flute: starts playing me, gasping for breath: oh my god here we go here we fuckcing go

[tiefsleuth]

me: bas is going to be my only high-fantasy muse for now also me after hearing the first two (2) notes of “the fellowship”: samwise gamgee samwise gamgee samwise gamgee samw-

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

from now on i’m only referring to people by their last name so we can have an emotionally charged moment months later when i finally use their first name 

[tiefsleuth]

celestieu replied to your post: ♧ gasps.... hair playing

THIS IS CUTE IM CRYIN

its what they DESERVE

[tiefsleuth]

♧ gasps.... hair playing

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 - your muse playing with their hair

    𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 around rose cheeks in cascading braids , flowers of all shapes and sizes peaking out from where they’ve been delicately woven into the curls of his hair . he’s returning the favor , albeit with less practised ease ; he never did do much with his own hair and so never quite learnt the proper way of twisting and twirling . always the stubborn perfectionist , he would be concerned for the end-result was it not for the fact that even if he was to make a rat’s nest of it all , she’d still look heaven - sent with the awe-inspiring silk draping down her shoulders . softly he makes the last turn , switch , loop , a gentle flick of his wrist as he adds the final clasp at the end of the braid . pride flashes across his face , sharp teeth revealed in the stretch of a smile as his back stretches taller with self - satisfaction , ‘’  it doesn’t look half bad , ‘’ he begins , a touch of humble hesitation colouring the baritone of his voice as he squits where the ( slightly crooked ) braid merges with the rest , ‘’  i think im getting the hang of this — a little . ‘’

[tiefsleuth]

AND THEN I BEG TO BE SPARED BECAUSE I AM A COWARD .

                                                               ind . sel . penned by tinez ! 

[tiefsleuth]

this is the face he makes when he’s RIGHT nd he KNOWS it

[tiefsleuth]

he’s................................baby

[tiefsleuth]

me sitting on my hands

[tiefsleuth]

@makercursed   /   witcher au   witcher au   witcher au   !!!!!

         ‘  witcher  ‘  smooth baritone comes suddenly , shattering the comfortable silence . in large strides he slides up to her table , dropping himself into the opposite chair - he hasn’t been invited but had she been truly adverse to his company he’d be painfully aware of it by now ( painfully as in a dagger shoved somewhere light doesn’t shine ) . tall , elegant frame bends forward over the table as he leans onto his elbows , rose-coloured fingers knotting together so that he may lean his chin atop their web as a conspiratorial tone laces his voice . ‘ so i did some sleuthing last night , i think there’s promise for work in this town ‘ upon closer inspection its clear the tiefling hasn’t slept - hair sticking at odd angels , the touch of purple beneath his ridiculous glasses . he had more important things to do - insights to gather , ‘ you have a smorgasbord to choose from , my large frowning friend , ‘ with that he pulls out a small leathered notebook , one clawed finger flipping it open to reveal the flurry of notes he’d jotted down . ‘ we have everything from stilted lovers looking to execute revenge for their wounded prides and hearts , missing cattle - a little dull but who am i to judge , and lastly a very angry blacksmith certain his precious peculiarities are being stolen by a gnome of some sorts . ‘ he reads his accumulated gossip aloud , ‘ each have coin to be offered for your goods and services , ‘ the book is closed with a snap as he turns an unguarded smile towards the other , ‘ unless , of course , you have already found something to pique your ferocious interest - in which case ; do tell , my ears are positively burning . ‘

[tiefsleuth]

i  watched  one  (1)  episode  of  the  witcher  nd  now  im  right  back  in  high  fantasy  hell

[tiefsleuth]

i can fight alright.

@bloomingdeed : once were warriors starters / accepting ! 

           ‘ well , then ! ‘ relief is a near tangible taste in the tiefling’s mouth and his white-knuckled grip on the embellished fruit knife in his hand eases up ever so slightly . bastion’s encounters with actual physical violence can be counted on one hand and his inexperience with armed conflict is quite evident with the fact that he has chosen to arm himself with something that is barely passable as a weapon . a wobbly smile makes it onto his features as he begins to regain a little color , ‘ that immediately ups our chances of getting out of here alive . ‘ 

[tiefsleuth]

enough to kill a man.

@helltcngue : once were warriors starters / accepting !

‘    a lot of things can be enough to kill a man , ‘ bastion speaks almost directly into the rim of his cup , his voice echoing back to him from where it bounces off of the last inch of drink left at the bottom . he’s not certain how this conversation came to be , but he can’t remember when he last spoke to anyone who wasn’t an inn-keeper eyeing him suspiciously as he writes up yet another night on a tab . in other words he’s drunk and lonely so who is he to be picky . ‘ i’m not , i don’t think . enough to kill a man , that is . or i – suppose i’m not . although , i’m afraid that i … might have been better off if i was , with the way things are turning out . ‘

[sinaethen-deactivated20220219]

“I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? I’m not too gone am I?”

— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “In The Pines,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[tiefsleuth]

‘ you don’t have to give into the darkness . you can fight it . i know because i fight it every day . ’

@dahyarif : sara lance starter sentences / accepting ! 

      trembling fingers dig into golden curls as he tries to push his hair out of his face , unrelenting shakes making it near impossible to gather it neatly enough to be tied in place without half of it falling back out . he’s so close he can feel it – - basil is back , that’s something he didn’t see coming , but he’s checked several times since he collapsed in the guest bedroom and sure as the nine hells he’s there and he’s alive . ‘ this isn’t darkness , joy , this is illumination . it’s the light at the end of the tunnel , ‘ redemption , justice , whatever you want to call it this is it , it has finally come . a chance to undo the mistakes of his past , to make up for the wrong-turns and the miscalculations . to be free of this guilt , to which he had been so close to admitting defeat . things can be different now . ‘ i can fix everything , joy . ‘ is that happiness in his voice ? it trembles like his fingers , like his chest , it’s something and he cannot pinpoint what . relief , perhaps ? the thrill of a mystery , is that something he’s still capable of enjoying ? ‘ i just need this chance to do it differently . i can change things , i just need to get it right . ‘ .