so long as there's a de rolo in whitestone...

a critical role based multimuse, as critted by monarch.

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𝖎 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘. / #𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑺 is a private, selective, & mutuals-only CRITICAL ROLE based multimuse blog featuring the de rolo children. dice rolled by monarch (any/all pronouns, 23 years old). sideblogs: @tragedy-bled (vaxleth oc kid) & @self-made (vesper elaina de rolo) main blog (rules located there). muse list. meme tag.

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friendly reminder that i have moved blogs, please feel free to follow me on @toskahs if you haven't already!

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in the process of making a new dnd blog

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been catching up on c4. thimble my beloved.

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hello im so alive

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guys would u still love me if i wanted to write armand and lestat from iwav.

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it's almost gwen de rolo's birthday. everyone say happy birthday gwen.

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let's say goodbye to 2025 and greet 2026 with open arms. another year has come and gone, and like many years, it has come with its up and downs. in the spirit of commemorating the good, take a moment to share

whether to a mun or a muse, let them know what it is you'd like to say if you haven't done so just yet. now is the time, so don't hold back ! and remember to specify for multis.

inspired by ( x ).

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stares at my kaz blog i kind of want to make an inej blog i miss them

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stares at you all so autisticly. hey if u want a time travel starter from any of my muses (particularly any of my next gens but honestly from anyone) like this post. specify who you want it from & for please.

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@morethanwhattheymademe cast friends.

" i don't know. " the half-orc murmurs, head tilting back to stare at the sky. " shut up. i'm not blushing. "

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@gleamingcrowns cast message: ❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

the genasi lets out a grunt that morphs into a low laugh, arms encircling fearne even as he rocks back on his heels from the impact of her into his side. dorian tugs at a piece of one of the many ribbons tied into her hair, twirling it around their fingers and admiring the color. " hi to you, too, fearnie. " it murmurs, lips pressing against the top of the faun's head. he glanced around, then, a question suddenly popping into his head; " where did you even come from? we're in the middle of nowhere. "

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injury themed prompts, accepting!

@whitestone-endures wrote: you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ( fjord to molly )

"huh. well, isn't that a nice way of saying "thank you molly for saving my life"--" the tiefling's head lifts to meet the half-orc lazily, a flicker of their indigo spaded tail that trailed behind them and dangled to the floor atop the seat he sat. his tapestry lay shed nearby, one's tattooed skin bare, a fresh roll of bandages wrapped tightly around one's abdomen, crimson only just staining through, mollymauk still wincing if he moved too quickly.

thankfully, before the warlock has any chance to continue his tirate, mollymauk raises a hand. "fjord, i'm just gonna stop you there--" honestly, it felt ridiculous that he was even having to explain himself to such a seasoned fighter.

"the way the weapon was angled, and your position? if that would’ve hit, you'd have bled out. no question. someone had to do something." it was a split second decision, mollymauk hadn't even thought as he ran forward, using his momentum and strength to shove the half-orc aside, removing him from danger as the blade pierced into his torso in his place.

yes, their party members had healing abilities and soothing remedies, but not much can counter death itself. the tiefling would rather take a blow to save his companions any day, and in turn, he hoped they'd do the same.

"besides, need i remind you i'm already decorated head to toe in scars?" mollymauk responds near deadpan, the tiniest curl of his lips as a hand gestures towards his bare torso, the lavender skin of his neck and across his pecs littered with small, jagged marks. "one more won't kill me. and blood's kinda my thing so..."

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how does he explain that the idea of anyone, much less one of his friends, taking a hit for him makes him want to spin out of control? that it makes her feel like the waves are crashing over the edges of her ship and the mast is falling over and she is sinking? he doesn't know, so he doesn't saying anything for the longest moment. and then, softly, she replies, " i'd rather not be th' reason you get anymore than ya have to, molly. " it was a risk that fjord didn't want to take, that saving him could mean a worse fate for someone else. just because molly was okay this time, didn't necessarily mean that they'd be okay next time they tried to take a hit for someone else in the group.

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@whitestone-endures sent from Danny

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

Vesper had lived long enough to know how dangerous the life of a de Rolo was. Herself and her siblings of course, but even going back to the earliest settlers of Whitestone, where there was always a de Rolo present... their family had always met trouble of some sort or another.

Percy's children were no different. They were de Rolo's after all. Their parents had met adventuring, why would they find the life of a diplomat to meet fulfillment.

But seeing the children harmed was never easy. It was a vision, vague enough that she didn't know when or where, a day ago that had put her on edge. A trail of blood.

Vesper had the familiar feeling in her stomach, the dread of a more terrible vision coming to fruition. She hadn't yet gone to bed, though now it was near morning. She walked the halls of her ancestral home until she was lead towards the kitchens. A guard meeting her their, long past looking surprised to see Vesper show up before they summoned her.

"M'lady--"

"Show me. Then fetch a healer."

"Already done, ma'am." The guard, Peter, moved into the kitchen to lead her to her nephew.

"Come in through the back not to upset your parents?" Vesper couldn't help but sound a little annoyed, but mostly worried. Her tone, however, was almost always gentle towards her brother's children.

"My darling boy," Vesper shook her head, kneeling to his side, then with a simple movement and a muttered word, she cast Life Transference, wounding herself to at least staunch the bleeding in her nephew. She gave a small grunt, surprising herself with the pain it inflicted, but smiled and touched Danny's face. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

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sneaking out of the castle hadn't really been his idea; prue, one of school friends, whose father was a blacksmith in the city and whose older sister always made far too much sweet-wine in preparation for festivals, had invited him and several others to the woods just outside the city. woods that danny had grown up in, woods that were watched over by a wolf blessed by his uncle's patron, woods that his mother and older siblings knew like that back of their hands. it really shouldn't have gone so poorly, this gathering, but there had been others —others who were not supposed to be there, judging by the way they'd all but tried to murder the group as soon as they'd seen them. it was only because danny religiously kept a knife tucked into his boot, prue produced a slingshot from somewhere on her person, and tirian and osyth had brought their swords in case any of them got it in their heads to have a half-drunk mock fight that none of them did die. but danny had still made it a point to make sure all his friends got out of the woods before he'd burned a wildshape to make it back to the castle before the sun rose. to be quite honest, danny hadn't noticed exactly how hurt he was until there was blood coating his aunt's nightdress, and the faint, buzzing headache that had been building in the back of his head ceased altogether. he gave her his best smile — in this light, in the low candle cast shadows of the kitchens, it looked more like a grimace. " i'm fine, auntie, " he said, instinctually. she wouldn't believe him, he knew, but he said it nonetheless. the boy's shoulders rolled and danny did his best to hide his wince as he used the table to help himself stand up. " really, it's fine. you can go to bed. "

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@troublemqkers cast illusory script.

it's trembling; rage is such a large emotion for such a small body, but, by now, thimble is very accustomed to things far too big for them. she flutters closer to thjazi's face — it's hard to see him properly from so close up, but doesn't that make it all the better? is is not easier to speak her mind when she can only see one single part of him instead of the whole picture? " it wasn't your choice, you stubborn oaf! " she's shouting; she doesn't do that often, not to him, not like this, but she's angry (and isn't that a novel thought? being angry at your best, at your only true, friend?) " it was mine! it was my choice, and it wasn't your fault faerie closed! " it drags its hand down its face, all but shouting into its palms. " it wasn't your fault, thaz! stop blaming yourself! "

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@thetachonisboy cast illusory script.

her hands still felt like they were slick with blood — even hours after she'd crawled out of the massacred wreckage of her family home, even hours after she'd stepped over the cold corpse of her father's body and followed her older brother into the night — and it was all she could do not to scream and shout and rage that nearly her entire family was gone and something he had come back from what should have been his end. to think, only a mere year ago, she and occtis had been sharing classes at the penteveral. and now, the girl could hardly bare to look at him. " my brother— " and her voice nearly cracked; it was hard enough to know that julien was leaving, but to know that he was walking right into the snake's pit without so much as a goodbye? and with occtis in tow? amelie closed her eyes. " my brother and i do not agree on much, tachonis, but we do agree on this. one day, i will raze your house to the ground and i will not feel sorry about it. perhaps i will even start with you. "

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DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS !             send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20    ——    (   dice roll generator !  )      

athletics

acrobatics

animal handling

arcana

deception

history

 insight

 intimidation

investigation

medicine

nature

perception

performance

persuasion

religion

sleight of hand

stealth

survival