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{ I want to start being here more cause my fishboi is a very good bean. So! Recommend some blogs for me to follow? :0 please? }

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𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒                                          𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒                                                     𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒

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{ I haven’t been around but somebody pls love my boy }

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{ I need to figure out a tag & hash out more details for his CR verse, but it’s pretty much the same as his canon: he’s a lost prince from a triton kingdom, who’s been running all over the world to stay away from his hunters. Both campaigns will just have him at his canon age of 21, since by the time CR2 rolls around, he would be king somewhere so i’m just keeping it static lol }

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𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒                                          𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒                                                     𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒

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{ Below the cut is a small breakdown of the verses I have for Dhimiris at this point in time! Just some basic things until I can get around to actually doing the verses page }

;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | main

The main verse for Dhimiris is set after he loses his arm and comes to terms with it. Originally, this was following the story of his campaign but as the campaign has been closed, this verse is just Dhimiris’ default present. He travels with his party in search of the primordials, told to connect with them by his master. His party know the truth about him being hunted, and he’s staying with them.

;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | two hands

This verse is set after he joins with the party & before he loses his arm. He’s still wary about the group he’s traveling with, unsure of whether he’ll stay with them or not. He likes their company, but he’s scared to get close.

;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | on the run

This verse is set before he even meets the party, and even before he gets to the monastery in some cases. He’s running from those hunting him, he’s confused and scared, and just wishes he could feel safe anywhere.

;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | the 'king' of the castle

This verse is my ideal ending of Dhimiris! he’s a level 20 monk, his journey with his friends now over. He found his birth parents and his home, and is now king of said kingdom. He feels very hesitant about it a lot, but he’s grown to love the place he was born, and he’s grown to call it home. He misses his friends and still occasionally travels. He’s got a very nice, thick beard & exudes the aura of a kind king.

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❛ i never really belonged anywhere ❜  @brinyregant​ from here. still accepting. 

      THE  WIND  DANCES  THROUGH  STRAINS  OF  WHITE  MANE  ,  but  no  breeze  flows  between  the  two  old  friends  ,  it  is  as  if  even  the  air  succumbs  to  the  void  around  her  .  a  gaze  widens  with  amusement  as  he  speaks  ,  curves  of  dark  lips  peak  in  the  softest  expression  .   sweet  dhimiris  ,  having  everything  he  ever  wanted  ,  his  family  and  a  purpose  and  yet  happiness  still  averts  him  no  matter  how  he  grabs  for  it   …   like  drowning  ,  grasping  for  air  .   years  it  had  to  have  been  and  fate  stepped  in  to  place  the  two  lost  flame’s  in  the  same  town  .  of  course  she  sought him  out  ,  of  course  they  talked  the  night  away  ,  of  course  he  was    still  the  same  dhimiris  .              “         oh   ,   but  you  do  wear  the   crown  so  well  .        “      she  teased  him  ,  no  physical  crown  in  sight  but  how  it  changed  everything  about  him  ,  he  wore  royalty  well  .

                                                          “          besides  ,    you  insult  me  .   you  belonged  with  us  ,  i’m  hurt  you  believed  other  wise.           “            another  tease  ,  a  palm  rests  on  the  skin  of  her  chest  (  a  show  of  surprise  ) ..  on  displayed  was  the  mark  from  the  void  ,  the  one  she  used  to  hide  ,  the  one  she  now  wears  like  armour  .  her  show  of  shock  and  offence  fades  as  a  ,  teeth  showing  ,  grin  appears  .  she’s  toying  with  him  ,  some  things  never  change  ,  but  where  as   –  a  lifetime  ago  –  she  would  be  cruel  to  the  triton  from  uncontain  feelings  ,  emotions  ,  now  she  was  in  complete  control  ,  eerily  so  ,  she  toyed  with  smoke  and  mirriors  ..  there  was  no  fire  towards  him  .   not  now  .

It had been oh so long since he had seen any of his friends, aside from Babita & Lena. Being that he was now a king of a kingdom he grew up not knowing, his two close friends from the city came to visit regularly. After all, they were the liaisons for political affairs. Not that Dhimiris ever cared about that stuff. That city was a second home to him after all. He would never do anything to ruin the peace. 

So when Berry came to visit him, he cancelled all of his plans for the day. Nothing was as important than his friend. Whispers filled the castle halls, servants wondering what it was that the two were up to in the king’s chambers. Many assumed it was sexual in nature, though that could not be farther from the truth. The two were simply sat on Dhimiris’ bed, letting the hours tick by without a care in the world. There were many people he knew these days, but Berry was the only one able to really get him to talk.

As she teased him, he let out a breathless chuckle, golden eyes watching her movements. Did he truly wear the crown so well? This was his home. He had found his parents. This was what he was meant to do. But it was a feeling that would come back again and again.

“Do I truly belong on the throne though if I was away for so long? I didn’t even know this kingdom existed until what? 15 years ago now? I know that the royalty flows in my veins, but what right do I have to even be here aside from that?”

His eyes softens as the warlock teases more, shifting his body so his left hand could rise and gently cup her cheek. His right arm laid on the bedside table, cast off for the night. His thumb gently glides across her cheek, back and forth as he gazes into her eyes with a warm smile on his lips.

“You know I never meant to insult you, Berry.” Dhimiris knows she was teasing, but he couldn’t stop the little bug in the back of his mind from telling him she was truly hurt. “I did belong with you, and everyone else. Even though we’re so separated, would you say I still fit in?”

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in the storms & waves  ,  he  whispers             "    fear  not  ,  i  am  with you    " @brinyregant

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{ shalom! }

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who knows what the object in her hand is aside from the fact it's dark, menacing and evil but, as the druid walked with it in hand, her expression twisted into a grin. "hey dhimiris!" she calls, flinging it at him, "catch!"

It was no surprise that the triton was zoning out. They had made camp and before they went to bed and left 2 people on watch, Dhimiris was just walking the perimeter of the camp. He had learned a lot today about what he was supposed to do. He had learned a lot of about his potential path in life. Of course, that still left a lot of questions. But at least he had some sort of direction.

For most people, an object suddenly thrown at them with little to no warning would mean getting knocked in the head by it. Especially with only one arm. And yet, Dhimiris turned on his heel and caught the object with such deftness it was almost as if the two had been playing catch for hours!

“Sarrai what is this?” He squeezed his hand instinctively, feeling something squishy and slimy. He dropped it, jumping back a half step.

“Sarrai what in gods name did you just throw at me?!”

@ofcordyceps​ its funny to throw things at the one armed man huh?

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{ Berry } / voidnamed‌:

@brinyregant​                      starter  call.

                       A   WRAPPED  UP  MIND  FIGHTS  with  her  wrapped  up  fingers,  wrapping  a   fresh  bow  string  around  her  angelic  carved  weapon  (  an  extension  of  her  own  figure  ;  a  force  that  demands  attention.  )  she’s  aware  of  his  presences    —   dhimiris   —-   she  feels  his  eyes  watching  like  she  is  some  entertainment,  a  show  to  pass  the  long  watch  ahead  of  them.

                                           “      will  you  pass  me  that?      “       she  speaks  as  if  a  continuation  of  exchange  of  words,  when  those  five  words  would  be  the  first  to  him  since  nightfall.   she  gestures  to  the  dagger  tied  on  to  his  own  robes,  she  felt  his  eyes  watch  her,  study  the  small  frustrations  she  let  out  in  small  breaths   ———–   she  might  as  well  involve  him.

He didn’t have any experience with the bow. He fought with a staff and his body, so naturally other weapons were curious to him. The bow particularly so. It was a like a staff, but curved. And it fired things. Could one use it as a bludgeoning weapon on a pinch or was it too fragile? He snapped to his senses as she spoke to him, yellow eyes looking to her as opposed to the weapon.

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Reaching his hand over, he deftly untied his dagger and scooted closer to her, holding the blade between his fingers so she could grab the handle. 

“I didn’t mean to stare, by the way. I’m just rather curious. What are you doing?”

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{ So my theme is installed! I have to fix things up still but at least it’s up! it’s made by the amazing @voidbranded! In the meantime, like this for a starter! }

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sarrai links her arm with his for safety and all that.

Everything about this place was strange and unsettling. Everything was so dark, and that water was strange. Sarrai had vomited and then it was just…gone. From his experience, sick tended to float. Berry had told them that this had something to do with her Patron; which in and of itself was something new they had learned. And after crossing the bridge, and being met with the gatekeeper, they all lost something. 

They weren’t exactly sure of what, but something was missing from each of them. And whatever had been taken from himself? He was scared. Suddenly the world, while scary before, was much more so. Everything was a threat. He didn’t know how to fight! How could he? He’s just a carpenter! I mean, sure, he could use his saw! But it was designed for building, not breaking. And not to mention those faces he had seen. Something pulled from deep within his mind. A small, fragile memory. Was that what the gatekeeper had taken? A memory?

The faces he had seen shook him to his core, almost as much as the fear that gripped him soul. Two tritons. A woman, with long, dark green hair that reminded him of kelp. Hair very much like his own. And a man, with well kept hair and a beard, both as red as the most brilliant coral. Dhimiris had no memory of either of them. To his knowledge, he had never met a single triton before. Ever! He was an orphan, sold into slavery since he was born. The new brand, with the old on right beside it, was a stinging reminder of his status.

Dhimiris followed his friends like a puppet, using Babita and Vahn as shields. He knew they could protect him. Especially as his mind began to hurt as he tried to process everything. And that was when he felt a tug of his arm. Turning his head to the left, he saw the familiar head of pink that belonged to their newest friend, Sarrai. Was she still feeling ill from all of her drinking? Was she scared too? Or perhaps she had noticed his thousand yard stare in his eyes, and how scared he was. Either way, he was glad for her support.

“Thank you, Sarrai.“ He said while forcing a smile to his face. “Let’s all stick together in this, alright? Maybe i’ll build you a portable chair when we get back to the surface. Perhaps I should make us all portable furniture for our journeys.”

@ofcordyceps already coming after me and my brand

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{ So while helping a friend find a new faceclaim for their D&D character, i happened upon a new faceclaim for Dhimiris! I’ll still use matt, but for older verse! My new FC is Ben Barnes, particularly as Prince Caspian! }

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;;【🜄】𝓲 | the gaygency ;;【🜄】𝓲 | delete ;;【🜄】𝓲 | promos ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲 | answered ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲 | aesthetic ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲 | closet ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲 | headcanon ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲 | musings ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | main ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | two hands ;;【🜄】𝓲𝓲𝓲 | on the run

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{ I’m gonna try and make a come back soon! I never did much here, but I want to be here }