# WVRLOCK private, independent, selective oc multimuse,
written by draco (she/her, +25 yo, UTC+1)
carrd | interest checker
@stxrmstained @vilecelium 👈👈 Baldur's Gate OCs @oathtorn 👈👈 Minthara rp blog

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

@theartofmadeline
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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# WVRLOCK private, independent, selective oc multimuse,
written by draco (she/her, +25 yo, UTC+1)
carrd | interest checker
@stxrmstained @vilecelium 👈👈 Baldur's Gate OCs @oathtorn 👈👈 Minthara rp blog
This post will get rather long, please bear with me while I post all three parts of it.
People have blocked me in the past few days, and I'd rather it is for my own words than by association. I owe that to my mutuals here who have not heard from me in a while, especially those who like to form their own opinions. And I owe it to myself, because I won't keep being hypocritical thinking and talking about how people should handle things like adults but not do it myself and fade without a word.
Racism isn't petty drama, but the way it is handled can be, as it works with everything. I am not here to defend Bunny, or the other person, whose name was not stated "for the sake of their privacy" but King @ anyway — I will keep their name private as for their wishes, and call them X.
The issue with X is a different thing, that I have witnessed from people close with them, as I haven't been close to them myself.
That is my opinion, and has always been my position regarding callouts, so I am making this post and leaving for the time being, simply because I don't want to interact with a RPC that believes that shaming and publicly humiliating people is a mature way of dealing with things. I don't want anything to do with self-appointed saviors and protectors who enjoy being morally superior more than they are willing to make the RPC a safer space. Yes, even for the unlikable, or the clingy, or the mistaken, or the uneducated people who make harmful claims but can be corrected.
Since words will be put in my mouth after this, I would like to end addressing causality. The people most involved in this situation from the beginning have been people of color — that makes sense, since the initial claims about Bunny that started this were about racism. And they have been the most vocal about it, as they deserve to be, because a white person posing as black doesn't hurt white people remotely as much as it hurts them. Until recently, I can't think of a single white person who spoke about it with more than a vague mention like "racism is bad please don't be a racist". If you can, I don't follow them.
So, disagreeing with the way the callout was handled is, necessarily, disagreeing with the POC who made it and endorsed it. That is a fact. It isn't blaming them for raising awareness about issues that affect them, it isn't charging against them specifically for being POC or being regularly vocal about race and racism, or pointing fingers at them instead of at the white people involved (because if they exist, I don't know them).
(an aside before moving on, just to cover my back because I have seen accusations like "you blocked my muse of color but not my white muse because you are racist" and I don't want those. I used to follow raphaeni, I even wrote a bit with the muse. I unfollowed — I believe softblocked — because I ran an interest checker and they didn't fill it. I didn't like their blog that much because they reblog too many pictures for my personal liking, so I did what people do and used the chance to cut ties, as I did for many others. The character being a man of color had nothing to do with it)
I think you can defend a right cause, even one that has personally harmed you, and still be an asshole and a bully about how you do it. And I think that is precisely what has happened here. It doesn't have anything to do with "mean ethnics" as it is the expression used in the callout to create the narrative that finding grays in it instantly makes you a racist. It has to do with mean people doing things that I consider toxic, to the point where I would rather not exist in the same space as them.
I wanted to be crystal clear about where I stand, so if people choose to cut ties with me, at least I know it was due to my own words and opinions, rather than someone else's. I will be stepping back for the aforementioned reasons, in hopes that people will learn how to solve issues like adults meanwhile.
If anyone wants my discord to chat or roleplay, my DMs are open. If anyone wants to offer further context or correct me, my DMs are open. If you come to me anonymously in my inbox, please don't do that — we're all adults here.
Everyone, have a lovely day.
This post will get rather long, please bear with me while I post all three parts of it.
People have blocked me in the past few days, and I'd rather it is for my own words than by association. I owe that to my mutuals here who have not heard from me in a while, especially those who like to form their own opinions. And I owe it to myself, because I won't keep being hypocritical thinking and talking about how people should handle things like adults but not do it myself and fade without a word.
Racism isn't petty drama, but the way it is handled can be, as it works with everything. I am not here to defend Bunny, or the other person, whose name was not stated "for the sake of their privacy" but King @ anyway — I will keep their name private as for their wishes, and call them X.
The issue with X is a different thing, that I have witnessed from people close with them, as I haven't been close to them myself.
This post will get rather long, please bear with me while I post all three parts of it.
People have blocked me in the past few days, and I'd rather it is for my own words than by association. I owe that to my mutuals here who have not heard from me in a while, especially those who like to form their own opinions. And I owe it to myself, because I won't keep being hypocritical thinking and talking about how people should handle things like adults but not do it myself and fade without a word.
Racism isn't petty drama, but the way it is handled can be, as it works with everything. I am not here to defend Bunny, or the other person, whose name was not stated "for the sake of their privacy" but King @ anyway — I will keep their name private as for their wishes, and call them X.
🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵. reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags. just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.
// when will my muse return from the war
A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
// still chilling but like/comment this for a meme from this or any of my other blogs
// still chilling but like/comment this for a meme from this or any of my other blogs
// No thoughts only Fallahan being able to navigate social situations with absolute grace and having a great time with it. Fal lighting up the room when he walks in. Fal having this magnetic presence that makes strangers open up and feel at ease around him as if they've known him for years
// I'm not dead just taking a break ✌️
// ooc
ooc
A small, winged creature materializes from thin air. It has golden, shimmering skin, fur and feather, marking it distinctly celestial despite being filthy with dirt and sulfur, and covered in fresh wounds. She looks disoriented for an instant… but mostly panicked, looking frantically in all directions and hyperventilating. Terror fades from her face the moment she lays eyes on the drow, and thick tears, like molten gold, start pouring inconsolably from them, as she darts towards the man and envelops him in a clumsy embrace with her wings.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything. I wanted to stay, but he told me not to. I made a promise. He asked me to bring this to you, I promised I'd do it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she babbles as clearly as she can among her trumpeting sobbing. She carries an elegant book in her trunk, closed with a leather strap. She sniffles and carefully leaves it on the dark elf's hands. "He wrote something for you. On the last pages," she manages to speak, pouting and shedding more tears.
The city of Arachnis glows like a welcoming beacon in the darkness. Weary travelers may find respite within its towering walls and those who seek shelter from the harmful lands just past the city's gates often slink inside and tuck themselves away in the shadows. But there is danger, even here, in Lolth's capital city. Strangers lurk with daggers behind their backs and the strong-minded prey on the weak-willed ; a practice that is commonplace in the Spider Queen's domain. It's no home for Valas, but it's the closest thing he's got to one since his arrival.
With lips pursed and brow furrowed, the dark elf makes his way towards the temple, eager to deliver yet another prize to the Spider Queen — a trophy from another labor fulfilled in her name. Just the thought of a life in service to her sickens him to the core. Something, however, stops him dead in his tracks : a strange creature he's never seen before, elephantine in appearance with ears that flutter frantically, serving as makeshift wings that keep it afloat. It all but careens into him, wrapping it's limbs about him in a tight embrace, and it cries.
❝ I— ❞ Valas opens his mouth to speak, but the creature stammers on, panicked, and doesn't give him the room to respond. I'm sorry, it says, over and over between sobs, and passes him a leather-bound book, which he takes and tentatively opens. He recognizes the handwriting on the first page and, although he has not made it past the first line, his stomach drops.
If you are reading this, I am dead.
Pulse quickens, heartbeat thumps in his ears, and he swears the world around him is spinning. It had been months since he'd heard any news from Fallahan ( their separation had left a sour taste in his mouth, but he'd be lying if he said he carried no residual feelings for the high elf ) and now suddenly . . . he's gone. ❝ I do not understand . . . ❞ Valas reads the letter in its entirety, and then reads it a second time, then a third ; by then, his cheeks are damp and his tears have begun to stain the paper.
Fallahan is dead.
It's then that the drow steps away from the hollyphant, the innocent little creature that'd delivered the grim news, and tucks the book into his satchel. ❝ You should not be here, ❞ he says, his voice thick with emotion, ❝ this place is not safe for you, and I— ❞ Valas blows out a shaky breath, fists clenched. ❝ I have to go. ❞
A quick turn on his heels and hurried pace leads Valas to the temple at the center of Arachnis, a lavish place of worship for their dearest Lolth. There's no hesitation to shove open the ornate double doors that lead inside once he's reached them, and nothing breaks his stride down the center aisle, until he's made it before the Spider Queen, herself, who sits upon a throne at the far end of the temple ; she regards him with a lazy smile, a flicker on interest in her gaze as he kneels before her.
❝ I wish to . . . ❞ Valas's throat grows tight, but he bows his head nonetheless. ❝ . . . I wish to accept your deal, Mistress Lolth. I wish to become your champion. ❞
Excuse me while I sob all over the floor. LOOK AT THEM ! As always, art was commissioned by me from the amazing @oxiente.
In today's multiplayer session of BG3, Fallahan bullied children. Several times. Edit: Let's not also forget that Florence and Lucan failed their saves against the harpies like three times.
// Harpies do like to eat little children and now neither him nor any other kid will go anywhere near their nests again. @inabsentiia @saintsdawn you are welcome.
Don't know what's funnier, telling a random cook that you're a bhaalspawn, or the attitude you get in return