𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

Indie sel. priv. RP blog for a BG3/Forgotten Realms companion OC Harra Hale. Fandomless friendly. Mun is 25+

[vaendaan]

This is what life is worth

       When the fires still burn and rage all around

Indie selective + private companion OC for the BG3/Forgotten Realms. Oath of the Ancients paladin + Circle of Wildfire druid. Mun is 25+

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[vaendaan]

Archiving this blog with the hopes that I can pinch resources one day in the future x Sorry again Harra didn't last! I love her, and still think about her, and am sad the muse just isn't there <3 Please do unfollow you have my blessing!! x

[vaendaan]

On hiatus

Probably not surprising! I've been completely swept up with my other blog, and as much as I love Harra, I really do, I really feel the difference in plotting, writing headcanons, etc. Harra was made quite spontaneously because I missed the rpc after many, many years away. And while I feel like spontaneous muses can be wonderful and develop into great things over time, I think Harra may need a re-work.

I'm grateful I even got a whole month out of this blog! I can't say if I'll come back, but if I do it may be after a while and with several changes. I will not be offended if you unfollow this blog ♡

[vaendaan]

attempts to pickpocket >:)

Rolled 11 (+perception) | 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

        The wind blew past Harra's ear a little differently... The absence of one of many earrings was felt in the weightlessness. The breeze sounded too quiet without the usual rattling of bones, beads, and beetle's wings. The evidence had vanished along with the thief. But despite the lack of physical evidence, she could make an educated guess. The little gnat was quick, she had earned her respect, but not her mercy.

        ❝THEA.❞ Her voice boomed across the camp like an echo in a cave. ❝You will give it back or I will take it back,❞ in the tone and manner of yelling at a dog as they run off with your dinner.

[vaendaan]

Interview questions: 9 , 29 & 31

𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?

      ❝No. No? I do not think so. Perhaps if we're talking about parents raising monsters, but there are exceptions there too... It depends, though personal responsibility cannot be ignored.❞ She does not like giving a complicated answer. It is too vague, the uncertainty leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?

      ❝Yes, as long as the end result is the same. Example: a good archer is a good ally, regardless of innate talent. And while genius is certainly admirable, they are not above those of us who clawed our way out of the dirt. If they think they are, aim for the knees, that'll knock them down.❞

31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?

      ❝Oh,❞ Harra had been speaking instinctively with the other questions, drawing on a deep certainty that carried her through life's tough choices with confidence and clarity. But this question had taken her aback. It was much more personal.       ❝Have you ever heard the saying that when an elder dies, a library burns? Regardless of if they respect you, you must respect them. But respect is often a mutual concept, and you may one day find yourself blazing a new path. I hope— I intend to one day inspire young elves like myself, like my friend— Those who did not understand why I wanted to leave were just looking out for me... And they were right, it is dangerous out here, but trial and pain will bear the fruits of wisdom so that I may one day return, confident without their respect, and with wisdom only gained by walking the dangerous path.❞

[vaendaan]

@selunaris | 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

         Harra was no stranger to camping out on her travels, but to share the space with so many was new to her. This also, it seemed, would not be a short journey.

         But it was a welcome change. She had never felt so welcome outside of her own home. There had been plenty of wonderful strangers she would spend a week or so with throughout the years, travelling between cities before parting ways, but to be part of a group again... Harra had not realised how much she'd missed it.

         Besides, there were other benefits to travelling with company. It had been a while since she had shared her bed with anyone, and for a woman like Luna, Harra hardly had to find an excuse. The cleric did seem to run cold, but keeping her warm was just an added benefit, and she certainly wasn't there to protect her from the dangers outside the tent, as it seemed the Selûnite could handle herself just fine. Harra, instead, had other things on her mind.

         ❝We could share more than just this bed, you know,❞ pulling her closer and arching her chest towards her, revealing the awoken beat of her racing heart before gently trailing her hand up her thigh. ❝Let me teach you the depth of devotion, the prayers my hands can invoke.❞

[mommyminotaur]

It's about devotion and obsession. It's ALWAYS about devotion and obsession. And hunger. It's love with teeth.

[bebemoon]

you're in her dms, i'm crawling on my belly across the battlefield simply to be able to touch my bloodied mouth to her feet one last time. we are not the same

[vaendaan]

7 drafts on here (and 3 on Vigor) but busy tomorrow so probably get stuff done Monday <3

[vaendaan]

My muses are left-handed because I, the mun, am too lazy to reverse any combat scenes in my head that I need help picturing/describing. This is why Harra's burn scars are on her right side as that's the arm she carries her shield on and therefore the side she instinctively turned towards the flames.

[bubblybabins-deactivated2024082]

@vaendaan | STARTER

The headache that Charlie had been nursing for the past day and a half had finally started to blossom into a full grown migraine. Charlie buried that pain, instead she found herself becoming increasingly self-conscious of the banjo she carried with her as she came to a stop at the end of the stone walkway.

She was close to the heart of the grove, she could tell because it was where the tension weighed heaviest. Instead of the air being refreshing in such a beautiful place Charlie almost choked in it as she took in the scene before her.

There were an awful lot of angry, yelling people here and it did nothing to ease the pulsating agony that had been firmly planted behind her left eye. Had she not been longing for the sweet oblivion in a dark, wet cave she may have been inspired by the little tune that her swollen brain was conjuring. Still, Charlie managed to drawl out her question despite all of this, "now what's goin' on here?"

Her words were mused quietly to one of her fellow 'outsiders' a woman with pale, curly hair. All she had gathered thus far was that outsiders were being pushed out. Honestly she quit listening after awhile, all it sounded like to her was a bunch of assholes acting big so she started tuning it out.

[vaendaan]

        Shouting had got her nowhere, but neither had being reasonable. All Harra had come there for was to learn about other circles, having none of her own. Her 'circle' was Cyrathel and whatever she could learn from travelling.

        They had not even granted her the decency of an explanation. All she could figure out was what she could see. The ritual. She could not gather its nature exactly, only that it set her nerves alight.

        At least she was not alone, their petulant persistence was not solely directed at her, but all outsiders. As Harra reluctantly relents, she spots another. A green tiefling? No. In truth, she wasn't too sure what exactly. Curly locks like the rolling waves tucked behind ears that put her to shame. At least she could make a guess about her from the banjo she carried and the brilliant colours the stranger wore.

      ❝A bard? Maybe you could talk some sense into them.❞ Perhaps a little eloquence would do the trick. Harra was well aware that she lacked a certain delicate touch with her words, and wasn't too proud to admit she needed the help right now. It would be one thing to learn nothing from the circle, and a whole other to allow them to continue with this ritual. Something gnawed at her mind, something was very wrong.

[vaendaan]

@palaedins | 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 | Accepting

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

        One of the things Harra liked about Val was that she didn't need to tilt her head to take her in. Of course, there was plenty to like about her, plenty of more significant things to say about her fellow paladin, but not having a sore neck was convenient. In many ways, she felt an equal.

        As the tiefling tilts her head, Harra peers down into her rose eyes, trying to figure out what she was thinking from within her gaze. What was wrong? ❝Do— Do I have something on my face?❞

[crosaidi]

"  Aye,  of  course  they  do,  "  he  sighs  — ah,  the  weighted  resignation  of  someone  who  well  knows  that  they  are  going  to  end  up  in  something  horrible  and  they  already  know  it.  The  reek  of  burned  webbing  smells  awfully  like  burning  hair,  and  he  wrinkles  his  nose  as  he  pushes  forward;  a  hand  brushes  aside  dangling  strands,  and  they’re  sticky  and  cling  and  he  looks  thoroughly  disgruntled.

"  En’t  scared,  "  he  retorts,  and  it’s  —— mostly  true,  because  he’s  stubborn  enough  to  bull  through  his  unease,  but  he  doesn’t  like  giant  fucking  spiders  and  all  their  chittery,  creeping  glory,  and  he’s  not  afraid  to  say  so.  "  Just:  why’s  it  always  spiders.  Can’t  it  be,  hells,  I  don’t  know.  Y’never  see  giant  earthworms  or  moths  or  somethin’  harmless,  it’s  always  got  t’be  something  with  fuck-off  teeth  and  poison  and  the  gods  only  know  what  else.  "

[vaendaan]

        ❝The gods have a sense of humour. Apparently. They do make giant earthworms. Just with 'fuck-uff teeth an' poisun' as you put it❞ poorly mimicking his matter of speaking, yet rewarding herself with a proud little grin.

        In her experience, the gods rarely let themselves be known, unless it was a trial of faith, of course. Their presence was quiet, distant, like a parent that could never be pleased. Despite this, Harra knew she was luckier than most. She had survived death, just not with their help.

        There was little that could be said about the god's frequent indifference, except for the need to support each other, and try to find humour in it all.

        ❝If it would make you more comfortable, I could tell you about bigger, uglier beasts than these—❞ She pauses at the sound. The chattering of quick masses of legs echo through the chamber just ahead. Their stretched, gaunt limbs casting shadows that sweep across the cavern walls. Her voice drops to a whisper, ❝—after these ones.❞ Grinning again, toothy with sharp canines. There was no better way to get to know someone than to fight by their side.

[weltenwellen]

Ruth Awad, from “Let me be a lamb in a world that wants my lion”

[vaendaan]

I literally can't write a paragraph right now jesus christ. I'm giving myself the deadline of Tuesday to get my owed stuff done before I DM people letting them know I'm in a rut 😭

I have got nootropics arriving which might help BUT I do really think that clearing my drafts, writing verses, and having the second blog will help me through this writing block ♡

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[vaendaan]

Once I get through my owed stuff I'm going to take some time to write up Harra's verses and get the other blog running. My muse has been lower lately (fatigue from holidays I think, plus I was ill)

Not on hiatus!! Will still be posting quick, easy memes + sending in asks. Once I get those two things done I want to do some plotting!!