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❝ the horizon entirely consumed in red. swirling, hungry clouds filling the sky, coming fast. sudden flashes of lightning in the distance as you stand motionless, watching the streaks of dark crimson rake across the heavens above you. darkening it, reaching for you. ❞ ©

ind. portrayal of imogen temult, studying: born with a power you don't understand, a reflection of your mother, outcast in a small town, searching for your purpose, a tumultuous mind, dreams of ill omen, resisting your nature, undying love.

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the  intimacy  of  hands.

[ win ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s neck and rest their forehead against the receiver’s own for a close congrats or excitement at something. [ brush ]  –  for the sender’s muse to give the receiver’s muse a passing touch along the shoulder’s / back as they walk by. [ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. [ passing confidence ]  –  for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. [ intertwine ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and kiss the back of their hand. [ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. [ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. [ palm kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the palm of receiver’s hand. [ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand. [ lay ]  –  for the sender’s muse to lay next to the receiver and lay their hand in the receiver muses’ hand. [ reassure ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly. [ squeeze ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place their hands on the receiver’s shoulders from behind, and offer a reassuring / affirming squeeze before moving on. [ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. [ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort. [ rub ]  –  for the sender muse to rub up and down the receiver’s back / shoulder as a means of comfort. [ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. [ hug ]  –  for the sender’s muse to drag the receiver’s muse into a tight hug by the back of the neck, and play with their hair at the base of their neck in order to comfort them. [ shock ]  –  for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. [ cup ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek. [ hair ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. [ hair & lean ]  –  for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the face, and lean in slowly for a kiss. [ cup & kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver muses’ face during an incredibly passionate and long overdue kiss. [ what a rush ]  –  for the long long overdue kiss to end, only for the sender to rest their head on the receiver’s, and comment “do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” [ no tears ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs. [ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. [ stumble ]  –  for the sender’s muse to catch and help the receiver’s muse keep balance. [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. [ nononono! ]  –  for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. [ acceptance ]  –  for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.

[ prompt ] + reverse  –  to reverse any of the prompts !

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*  ―  CRANE WIVES SENTENCE STARTERS .  

* i just used the songs on some of my playlists, change pronouns / wording as needed .

Curses. 

❝  every word i say is kindling. ❞

❝  but the smoke clears when you’re around. ❞

❝  won’t you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down. ❞

❝  the devil’s after both of us. ❞

❝  lay my curses out to rest, make a mercy out of me. ❞ 

❝  all my aching bones are trembling and I may yet fall apart. ❞

Never Love An Anchor .

❝  on some level I think I always understood, that these hands of mine were clumsy not clever. ❞

❝  try as I might I could not bring myself to hold you. ❞

❝  it’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest, with this heart of mine that’s guilty not remorsefu.l ❞

❝  there are times where I still wonder about you. ❞

❝  you are someone I have loved but never known. ❞

❝  and you’ll never see the reasons I had, for keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you. ❞

❝  i am selfish i am broken i am cruel. ❞

Ribs .

❝ but no one gave up a rib for me and mine. ❞

❝  time has changed the metaphor. ❞ 

❝  oh my precious child, how lucky you are. ❞

❝  the dark doesn’t frighten me, i chose to close my eyes. ❞

❝  the night doesn’t frighten me, i chose to let it thrive. ❞

❝  don’t let them sell you any armour, your ribs are still your own. ❞

Metaphor .

❝  you can’t trust a single thing i say ❞

❝  i keep my closet free of skeletons ❞

❝  i always dig up bones in your sympathy. ❞

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might be crazy and just fully restart aeris' campaign because there were a couple things i missed in act 2 that i can't go back to, and act 3 is just So Much that i am lost and overwhelmed every time i load back in

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A2 mayhaps 🫶🏻

art meme || accepting!

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you want a better story. who wouldn’t? ― @saintsdawn.

the breath expels from her lungs sharp as a blade, slicing past her lips in some desperate act of fleeing where she cannot. aeris turns her head from florence, shielding the conflict creased across her expression. not for one moment since this -- tadpole situation began has she allowed herself to feel hopeless. she has felt it creeping upon her a plethora of times, always at the edge of her awareness, but she refused to give in. there was always something, some reason, for the things that they have endured to happen. she had believed her brother had truly been there, within her subconscious, protecting her. foolishly. and now?

❝ i just wish ― ❞ what even has her story come to, up til this point? a failed, decade - long search? a senseless chase? had it all just been an excuse to run away? her eyes squeeze shut, listening to the frantic stagger of her heartbeat pushing blood through her ears. she feels like the breath had been stolen from her, like the world is turning on its axis. ❝ i never should have trusted him. ❞ the emperor. to use kestrel's face to sneak through her guard . . . it is unspeakable.

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i'm back to brainrot about my beautiful baby again

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the ranger leans back on her haunches to settle, fingers brushing the dirt off to the side of shadowheart's arrangement of pillows & quilts. her stance is uncertain, as it often is -- what sort of wrong idea would the others be getting from this? but she settles as the cleric continues, a slight smile tugging the edges of her mouth once the smudge is thoroughly removed.

it still feels like a rare, significant thing when shadowheart opens up, and aeris listens attentively by nature. something in her chest feels like it shifts as she does, knocking loose around her heart, catching in response to the gleam in the other's gaze. her lips part to take a breath and ready a disagreement, a habit ―― she swallows it down however, and quietly offers instead, ❝ you were already halfway there on your own. ❞

even with shar in her head, shadowheart had shown hesitation. she remembers that moment; her own unease, how wrong everything felt the further they progressed through the trials, and the horrific revelation as they stepped into the shadowfell. they'd had no right, stepping into god business. but shadowheart had been manipulated into it her whole life. half - elven visage softens, and an archer's hand is extended to press gently to the back of the other woman's. ❝ i'm just . . . glad you're feeling better. that's what we're all here for, right? keeping each other on track when we need it. ❞

"They do," Shadowheart agreed. However, she was thankful it was always done in good taste. Neither of them seemed the type to give a direct answer when things were not fully certain. Right now, they seemed to be standing on the edge of something ... the anticipation of something.

"Their hearts are in the right place," She went on. After everything ... she didn't feel the need to be afraid. They were nearing the end of a lot of things and some things were soon to be resolved. There shouldn't be things left unsaid. Not right now. Wiping the stain on her nose as thoroughly as possible, Shadowheart sniffed.

"Thank you. I mean that. For everything. For being here ... for being you," said Shadowheart softly ... sincerely, her eyes taking on a bit of a shine. Emotion came a little easier since the truth was starting surface. "You helped me make the right decision. I don't know if I would have ... if you weren't there."

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resigned to the situation, aeris lets her shoulders fall from their rigid position and slump forward, chin falling as she reaches for the sparse blades of grass in front of her. her fingers twist and weave idly, reminiscent of the work she had put into her braid previously. she isn't quite relaxed, however; increasingly aware of the body at her back, the opposite's hands working in her hair, her own motions are more so in a fidgeting manner to keep herself still otherwise. her breath a steady in - and - out ―― and a catch in her throat, a strange twinge along the side of her neck in response to amanita's touch.

the ranger frowns, and raises a hand to ghost her fingertips across the weaving pattern she knows disappears beneath her collar, even as the other's hand retracts. she clears her throat, winding a blade of grass around her opposite index. ❝ a sort of birthmark, i suppose. ❞ she doesn't think of them often anymore. she never used to linger long enough for anyone to take notice. but her companion's curiosity is innocent enough, and it loosens the words usually lodged underneath her tongue. ❝ something to do with my father, his fey blood. he was -- is -- eladrin. ❞ pulling her hands back to her lap, a ghost of a smile catches the corner of her lips. ❝ my mother used to call them my roots, binding me to the earth. i'm . . . still not sure how much i buy into that, though. ❞

it's true, it would be more efficient to bathe & be done with it. amanita, however, has come to appreciate the smaller things in life. she'll always take the extra moment to smell the flowers… or in this case, one of the fine soaps she had brought with her upon traveling to the surface. it was originally made to be sold, but she thinks this is a better use of her wares.

" delightful, " amanita hums, obviously pleased by the challenge at hand. permission is all she needs to start unraveling aeris' braid. mismatched gaze falls to her task. on occasion, she's caught glimpses of the vine pattern that graced aeris' skin. it was mostly in passing… when the wind caught her hair, or her braid rested over her shoulder. this was amanita's first opportunity to study it this close. she rests her knuckle on the spot behind aeris' ear in an odd display of interest.

" what's this? " she asks plainly. she doesn't think that it's a tattoo - she knows how they fade & warp over time. if aeris wasn't keen on taking care of her hair, amanita doubted she would have taken the time to tend to a tattoo. ( then again, who knows what sort of person she was outside of this. outside of mind flayers & the overhanging threat of death. ) she continues unweaving the braid after her question, scarcely missing a beat. it's difficult for her to deny herself when she's curious, " I've seen it in passing. Is it a tattoo? a birthmark? Something else entirely? "

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made myself mythical, tried to be real.

indie bg3 companion, imagined by xan.

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shaking the bars of my enclosure. last shift of the week tomorrow and then i'm gonna speedrun replies, i swear it

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what is your underlying motif?

the bread.

whether it’s your ability to rise against the odds, provide comfort, or be a staple in lives, your undercurrent is bread. you’re made from love and you carry it your whole life, to give on to others in any way you can. you’re delicate and it doesn’t take a lot to break you, but still you rise up and that is more important than what took you down. be careful with your heart, it’s so full of love that it needs to be treated delicately. you’re a staple in lives, a necessity, but not always as appreciated as you should be. so here is a thanks to you. m.f.k fisher said “ the smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight” and that my friend, that is you.

tagged by: @sporefound my fav tagging: @lunarrepel, @lunawish (azel!), @saintsdawn, and whomever else is interested xo

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biting down on the grimace that flickers across her expression as her hair is pulled ( however unintentionally ), aeris presses her knuckles into the leather laced up her shins in lieu of moving elsewise in response to the dull pain. blood no longer pumps from the gash in her skull with every beat of her heart, in no little thanks to the spell woven by the druid's hands, but a pressure still resides behind her eyes that makes it difficult to raise them toward the shine of the setting sun. and sets her mood a little less than pleasant, frankly.

but amanita doesn't seem to be put off by it, a feat the ranger has found herself appreciating in other times. now, she holds her tongue between her teeth and stretches her feet toward the water, exhaling a sigh. what she'd really like to do is wash herself off, pull up the rest of her hair so it wouldn't remain a worry, and slink off to her bedroll for the rest of the night. weariness lingers like a wet blanket draped over her shoulders. but . . . it would be wrong to decline a kindness offered, wouldn't it?

there is a brief sensation of nails scratching at the base of her skull as the other pulls raven tendrils through her fingers, and some part of aeris loosens, becoming unnotched. her hands unfurl and splay limp in her lap, aurelian gaze sinking curiously to the gentle shift of the water before them. she scarcely remembers the last time someone other than herself cared for her after the initial healing, not like this. ❝ alright, ❞ doubtful still, fully aware her hair has seen much better days than this, but ―― she relents to amanita's earnestness, a meek tune of humor finding her vocals, ❝ do what you're able. ❞

“  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  || @feygloom

amanita lets out a quiet 'tsk' as she works on unraveling aeris' gore-matted braid. though amanita had managed to knit her bleeding flesh back together with magic, there was a larger problem at hand. truthfully, she knows aeris could tend to this on her own. amanita, however, saw a golden opportunity at hand. they sit at the river's edge, not too far from camp. though amanita did not understand the other in full, she couldn't help but harbor a certain curiosity. it was the same curiosity that had gotten her into trouble time & time again. lucky for both of them, she never learned.

" are you sure about that? " she asks, raising a silver brow. truthfully, the wound hadn't been that terrible. amanita wouldn't suggest that the other go to sleep any time soon & she was sure aeris' head didn't feel good. she would be fine in the end, though. her hair though? that was a different story entirely. it could be funny, were it not so tragic… there was most certainly potential here, she muses, but not without work.

amanita runs her slender fingers through the other's newly freed hair, careful not to catch the chunks of dried blood in it as she assesses the situation in full. this could be her new project. she seems delighted by the prospect.

" it seems you haven't dealt with this, " she finds a few strands of hair, holding them carefully between her fingers, " in a long while. let me work my magic, please. "

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it is rare that aeris ever acts without thought. in this instance, when the mark of dirt had caught her attention, she had been too caught in the initial amusement to realize her action was perhaps, a bit invasive. her hand goes limp when shadowheart catches it, almost meek, an inquisitive frown tipping her head slightly to the side.

❝ the others would get an idea from the odd glance at a bull frog. they love their gossip. ❞ spoken with as much humor as relenting fondness. it occurs to her, though, that the cleric may not appreciate her company at her tent in this moment, either. she has just been worried, after everything. ❝ sorry, ❞ half - elf clears her throat, glancing between verdant counterparts and the hand that falls back to her own lap. her lips tilt, sheepish. ❝ you've got a -- on your nose, you know. ❞

boop ( she actually has a smudge on her nose, aeris tried to wipe it without thinking ) !

Instinctually, her nose scrunched up in response, but this time, she was able to catch the ranger by the wrist, suspend her there for a moment. Their figners are lined up and Shadowheart made sure to feel the back of her fingers where there were some callous, but as much.

"Careful," She warned, her voice soft. "Anyone looking this way might get an idea about you spending all this time at my tent."

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noticed i’ve never made a post about it before so, honestly, even in my playthrough i’ve never viewed aeris as the de facto leader of the group. i like to think after the initial dysfunction of everyone, there’s a good balance between people taking lead and making decisions when it makes sense. i think at most aeris helps keep them all on track for their common goal, what’s most important in their journey, etc

when traveling, aeris is usually in front only because of how adept in tracking she is, most notably while looking for the goblin camp & in the underdark. the shadow-cursed lands were a challenge, but she navigated them fine enough. on the way to baldur’s gate, she happily takes a step back (literally) for the locals to lead the way, and to watch the path behind them & the sky above.

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would live for someone unbraiding aeris' hair and just taking their time to untangle it, and letting it lay loose !1!!1 the casual intimacy and also ,,, girly just lets it be she has Other concerns than rats in her hair

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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS   —   majority of quotes pulled the poetry book crush. feel free to make alternations.

if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.

you say ‘i’ll give you anything,’ but you never come through.

please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me?

you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.

i owe you, i owe you everything.

tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.

why take more than we need? because we can.

i want to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

people like to think war means something.

you are here, you are here, you’re still right here.

sorry about how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

will you defend yourself?

let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.

how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

when you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

you still get to be the hero.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation.

eventually something you love is going to be taken away. 

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

we are not dirty.

i will come back from the dead for you.

you are a fever i’m learning to live with.

do you want to go home now?

there’s nowhere to go.

i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

you take the things you love and tear them apart.

there is no way to make this story interesting.

i don’t think i can take this much longer.

do you love yourself? 

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

even when i look away i am still looking.

i think i need to do this alone.

what more do you want?

you saved my life.

someone has to leave first.

i swear, i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

will you love me even more when i’m dead?

your world doesn’t make sense.