hopedflight

[hopedflight]

"i am getting tired of these near death experiences."

incorrect quotes for fely'ene ft. bg3 playthrough screenshots.

[hopedflight]

"i am getting tired of these near death experiences."

incorrect quotes for fely'ene ft. bg3 playthrough screenshots.

[hopedflight]

once again, thinking about rhylzen being so angry at divinity in a "i hate the gods, i hope they all choke on a dick--" way versus fely'ene clinging to divinity and the hope it provides in a "i need something familiar in this very unfamiliar world" way...

[hopedflight]

i'm not dead, just busy. going to try to be around some tomorrow / this week!

[hopedflight]

today is fely'ene's game, if anyone wants to talk in between my desperate attempts to not die & not let the party die or take corruption levels, discord is below the cut! replies might be slow but i am happy to plot!!

butchdilf

[hopedflight]

be careful. the things that pop out of nowhere usually bite you in the ass. (to rhyzlen bg3 verse?)

@dandiestbard

"speaking from experience, there?" rhylzen rolls his eyes, crouched in front of the trap door that he was currently lockpicking. "i'm sure nothing will--"

jasiker was never going to let him live this down, was the last thing rhylzen thought, as he opened the door... and the trap triggered.

it was just a smoke trap, but rhylzen jumped backwards in alarm, coughing and spluttering.

[hopedflight]

“in a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat. then she twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled; now she's fallen to her knees, but you couldn't ever tell.”

#VENUSHORNED, an independent and private roleplay blog for an original character of the dungeons & dragons setting with origins in the out of the abyss module. multiverse and crossover-friendly. 21+. penned by ophelia.

[hopedflight]

fear is something that lives inside us. just like hope or joy or love. (For either!)

@deathratled

"...that's the spirit." rhylzen snorts in dry amusement, "i'll be honest, i didn't think you sharrans got scared."

he tried to remember if he ever saw his elder siblings get scared. maybe his older brother a few times. to him, shar was just lolth with a more clear cut set of rules. both goddesses were a piece of work and only further reminder of why rhylzen stayed as far away from divinity as he feasibly could. let his sister find her joy in her new goddess. rhylzen would find his in other places.

he sizes up lyth with a tilt of his head, "do you?" he asked, notching an arrow in his bow. he's crouched and waiting, keeping an eye on the door for their target to leave. "have hope or joy or love?" it's a question that comes out less snarky than he intends it.

[hopedflight]

AS SAID BY DAVRIN - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

how safe is it? any reason to be worried?

that's reassuring.

that can't be a coincidence.

i'm the one who left. that's on me.

i don't regret the life i've lived. the things i've seen and done.

sometimes i wish i could have done both.

i made my choice.

i didn't appreciate my life at the time.

i miss the sense of a common purpose.

be careful. the things that pop out of nowhere usually bite you in the ass.

you're on clean-up tonight.

that's the idea.

it's an interesting line of work you're in.

enjoy your nightmare.

it's a good thing you're on our side.

i heard another rumor.

can she be trusted?

we know what we sign up for.

is it true you can control rocks now?

best not to question a gift.

you saved someone's life.

join the club.

i don't see you have a choice.

best way to come to terms with it is to face it.

still got a bad feeling, [name]?

no one was really sure.

i mean this in the kindest, most respectful way possible... no.

want some wine?

more for me. it's a good day for it.

i really should read more.

i thought you hated it out here.

whatever works for you.

don't say i didn't warn you.

no hard feelings.

you can't handle both of us.

what does that mean?

what else goes on there?

how did you survive it?

you like to keep things sparse.

a man who kills people for a living has to be able to move quickly. nowhere is home. everything's temporary.

they hired you?

i don't want to know anymore.

how do you decide when one of your targets deserves to die?

i'm serious. do you just kill anyone?

must be tough to sleep at night.

the things i hunt are pure evil. monsters. there are no shades of grey.

what if your target doesn't deserve to die?

could've fooled me.

maybe i pissed off the wrong guy at a bar.

what if i stole the guy's money?

you're avoiding the question.

i'll pass it on.

it's not about secrecy.

i mean, i get how you feel. but let's make this better, not worse.

you're not so bad yourself.

is there a question in there?

you must've seen stranger.

way i hear it, the city sleeps better with you in it.

seems we both spend our days hunting things most people don't want to know about.

i'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.

it won't help our reputation, that's for sure.

i remember you.

is that what you call it? i call it a mess.

we're talking about a demon.

oh no, that really happened.

the thrill of the chase gets me out of bed.

i've had your coffee before.

seems like our work's going to overlap.

dragons are monsters.

i can see a day coming where you and i smack the crap out of each other.

i never said they did.

they acted like i rejected them.

i wanted to go my own way, not their way.

i didn't say i was the brightest kid.

never mind. forget i asked.

[hopedflight]

JACOB ANDERSON as Louis de Pointe du Lac

[hopedflight]

❝ i’m very sorry. i…i did not see you. ❞ (From Tsukiya, for either!)

fely'ene pulls a face of annoyance, for approximately half of a half a second, before she takes a breath. she breathes out, and smiles, and shakes her head. when she speaks, it's with the gentle soothing tones one might use on a startled horse.

(how many times had that tone been used on her?)

'"that's...it's alright." she said, looking down at the singed edge of her robes. she waves a hand, and the simple mending spell repairs the damage, "it gets a bit difficult to see at times, especially when things like fog or darkness are going on." usually she's have been further back but, wyll had gotten a bit too injured and she needed to be closer, as it was more than just her quick fix healing could solve.

"you're not injured, though?"

[hopedflight]

every leverage dynamic ⮎ alec hardison & breanna casey

you know i suck at saying thank you and stuff. oh, for real? you just gonna leave it hanging out there like that? okay. you're welcome, baby sis.

[hopedflight]

[hopedflight]

[hopedflight]

WHAT FORM WOULD YOUR DAEMON TAKE?

tagged by: myself. tagging: you!

FELY'ENE -> ladybug.

your daemon would take the form of an insect! those who have insect daemons are precise people who know how to strike a balance between community and minding their own business. they are proactive and hard-working, happy when they can be a part of something greater than themselves though prone to feeling ordinary. your daemon would take the form of a ladybug! you are a fortunate and curious individual who is driven by inner happiness. more so than others with insect daemons, those with ladybugs have a lighter heart and a tendency to have their heads in the clouds. they follow their whims and enjoy being around other spirited people, and don't deal well with intense negative emotions.

RHYLZEN -> cacomistle.

your daemon would take the form of a musteloid! those who have musteloid daemons are curious people, most often self-described social ambiverts. musteloids are often characterized as being easygoing, though they come alive when something sparks their interest and like to get their hands dirty. your daemon would take the form of a cacomistle! you are a private and aloof individual who likes the feeling of progress and success. more so than others with musteloid daemons, those with cacomistles are perfectionists who enjoy excelling at a certain area, valuing quality over quantity and are opportunistic with getting there. they maintain strong boundaries with others but are direct people who clearly express their needs and desires.

[hopedflight]

the noise of pain that rhylzen makes is like a cat who had it's tail stepped on. it takes all of his willpower not to immediately retaliate on instinct. "fucking hells..." he swears, rubbing the back of his neck once released and giving her the exact look that the cat would give...after said tail had been stepped on. his ears flick back and down, eyes narrowed. he shuffles away from her a few steps as soon as she lets him go.

she reminded him of his older sisters in that moment, and he bites back a remark that would surely escalate. "of course. forgive me." he grits out the apology. and runs a hand through his hair, adjusting what had been displaced as she pulled it, considering her suggestion.

"sure." he said, taking a moment to try and relax his tensed frame; he reminds himself of the truths. he wasn't in Menzoberranzan anymore. gossamer wasn't his sister, and he could fight back. fel'yene was safe.

"lets go then." he nods, standing and moving to the drain pipe to shimmy himself down and onto the ground of the alley. he is polite enough to wait for gossamer to join hum on the ground, before he sets off over towards the fireworks shop. "be...careful. this guy seemingly threatened a man into putting bombs in teddy bears for kids." he says to gossamer, and makes a face.

@hopedflight / continued.

Her fingers quickly found purchase on the thin wisps of hair just at the tender point where his skull met his neck and pulled up. The yank was respectable, but not quite as rough as it might have been had she typically liked him less. Aligned in restlessness though they were, she was not about to tolerate lip from the little mercenary.

          “Next time you talk to me like I’m stupid, I give you a swift kick in the ass off this rooftop. Are we clear?” Fuck, she sounded like Satin. The hair-pulling was a dirty move taken straight from her older sister’s playbook—which was how Gossamer knew it would hurt—but it was her tone that sold it, all poison and ice.

          Truthfully, she knew that it was more a reflection of his own state than anything to do with her, but she wasn’t prepared to let his tone stand. It wasn’t going to do them any good to squabble, and she wasn’t above finishing an argument before it got started with a little brute force and a fair amount of bluster.

          “That’s what I’m saying,” she hissed, glancing at the firearm. “We’re going to learn more by just getting inside the damn place. If you can buy time and keep the merchant’s attention, I can go invisible and sneak around. I’ll tap you on the shoulder when I’m done. Okay?”

[hopedflight]

pissing each other off as foreplay