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alright bitches im holding a new url and am going to be working on getting my new multimuse up and running.

looking into getting graphics done, so if anyone has any affordable recs let a gal know!

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ok but also should I add grumpy male!Hawke from da2 to my roster or

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priorities this week I think are converting this into a multimuse blog for mav and erys, and whoever else may arise. then I shall get back to writing!

pokes head back in

hey how yall doing

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pokes head back in

hey how yall doing

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update! I am loving my new job but oh BOY is there a lot of fucking work & learning to be had. literally been straight up rotting away in the evenings bc I'm so overloaded. I promise it's a good thing! just means that I have little brain space for here.

that being said, thanks for your patience everyone 💜 I still wanna write so for the time being ill probably be prioritizing mains/plotted/ooc friends threads to keep my head above water and the muse alive.

if some people want to unfollow me because of that, I completely understand and won't take offense. just really need to work on curating my space & reminding myself that focusing on a tiny amount of plots and threads is okay.

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Thumb and forefinger pinch at the bridge of his nose as Astarion goes on—yet another—one of his rants, patience and pride wearing thin as he listens to the other ream him out over hot coals for agreeing to help Zevlor and the Tieflings. This isn't the first time the two of them have been at odds, their respective personalities lay at the opposite ends of the spectrum, but Maverick has tried thus far to remain civil through conflict. Alas, Astarion seems hellbent on testing him, and the ranger is exhausted. "You may revel in cruelty and find joy in the suffering of others, but that doesn't mean it's the right way to be," he argues back, voice teetering on patronizing as he addresses the spawn. "I could have left you for dead, y'know. Alone to fend for yourself by the Nautiloid wreckage—but I didn't, because I thought you deserved a chance. Even after you held a knife to my damn throat." A scoff falls from his lips, hand waving dismissively. "Is it because you don't have a 'bloody pulse' that it was just fine for me to stop and rescue you? You're a gods damned hypocrite."

@rangersav 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ ❛ must you always make things so complicated ? ❜

𖤐   ❛   ah   ,   yes   —   i’m   the   one   making   things   complicated   —   ❜    𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒎   𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒔   𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎   𝒉𝒊𝒔   𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔   ,   mingling   with   his   already   miffed   tone   of   voice   ,   an   ornate   hand   touching   his   own   chest   for   added   emphasis.    he   is   used   to   taking   all   of   the   blame   ,   for   anything   and   everything   ,   after   two   hundred   years   of   being   punished   for   things   that   might   not   have   even   been   his   fault.    but   fuck   that   —   fuck   this   ,   and   fuck   him.    he   doesn’t   have   to   be   afraid   of   saying   the   wrong   things   anymore   ,   so   —    ❛   says   the   man   who   wants   to   stop   and rescue   everything   with   a   bloody   pulse   as   if   we   just   have   all   the   time   in   the   fucking   world   ,   ❜    the   end   of   his   sentence   is   said   in   a   sing-songy   type   of   voice   ,   as   a   hand   is   placed   on   his   cocked   hip   ,   brow   creasing   further   with   his   annoyance   ,    ❛   please   ,   save   me   the   lecture   and   save   your   breath   —   i   hardly   listen   when   you   speak   anyway.   ❜

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first day of the new job tomorrow (screaming) i think my anxiety/excitement the past few days has made it hard for my brain to process words? hence my slow ass. im gonna shower and prep for tomorrow but I rly wanna be around for sinday so!!! be here in a bit.

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"Oh, don't get me wrong, mate— I love nature," he interjects, deftly maneuvering around a fallen tree trunk as they walk, "The scent of damp moss after a rain, the tender shoots of spring pushing through the earth, the crisp crunch of fresh snow underfoot. I feel it everywhere, all the time." A wistful grin graces his features as his thoughts momentarily drift before he refocuses on Paerin. "Forests are just a bit overwhelming. Like...sensory overload. If that makes sense. I like all the pieces as they are, but together? I'm steppin' on toads, and trippin' in the damn mud."

He gives a shake of his head, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as he suppresses a laugh. "Speak for yourself," the ranger tosses back, "oh, I'm definitely not worried—you heavy armor wearers ain't exactly the most graceful bastards in Faerun." Maverick himself tends to stick to lighter garb as a ranged fighter, finding it the most advantageous as someone who prefers a stealthier approach.

"My head agrees with you, but my stomach doesn't. Gods, what I wouldn't give for a nice slab of boar ribs—once we reach Baldur's Gate, mark my words, I'm making a beeline for the swankiest tavern in the Upper City and splurging every last coin in my pouch on a feast fit for a king." He settles onto a nearby boulder by the stream, his eyes fixed on Paerin as he rummages for fishing gear. "What about you? What's the one thing you're itching for the most once we're done with all this mess?"

The  half-elven  snickers  even  as  he’s  shoved,  and  he  takes  it  in  stride.  "  Wait  ——  "  And  he  holds  up  a  hand,  even  as  they  start  walking.  "  You  hate  forests?  I  thought  th’whole  nature  thing  was  a  —— hells,  what  would  y’call  it.  A  rule  before  you  got  t’be  a  ranger.  "  Just  like  most  would  assume  paladins  have  to  have  gods,  one  might  suppose.  

He  snorts,  though,  and  rolls  his  eyes  —— equally  teasing.  "  Aye,  well,  if  it  did,  maybe  th’fish  just  thinks  you  need  a  bath,  "  he  asides,  cutting  a  glance  sideways  — a  smile  pulling  scarcely,  teasing,  but  he  follows  to  the  river.  "  Bah.  You’ll  find  plenty  'o  reasons  to  watch  me  fall  on  my  arse  later,  don’t  you  worry.  "  

It’s  been  a  welcome  levity,  though,  and  he  chuckles  as  they  approach  the  river.  "  An’  it’s  less  work  than  following  a  deer  through  the  damned  forest  and  having  to  haul  it  all  the  way  back,  anyhow,  "  agrees  he,  because  justifying  giving  up  always  makes  failure  taste  a  little  better,  anyhow.  "  Think  I’ve  got  some  line  in  my  pack.  "  It’s  not  the  first  time  they’ve  lived  on  fish  or  scrounged  food,  and  won’t  be  the  last;  he’s  made  a  habit  of  keeping  necessities  with  him.  

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A low, almost tortured moan escapes his lips as Aksel's warm mouth is gone, the sudden cool night air causing him to shiver slightly, lips curling up at the corners then. "You really are a bastard," he repeats his words from earlier with a soft chuckle, relishing the sensation of his lover's lips even in the absence of immediate gratification. It's par for the course for the two of them, over a decade of history and end endless amount of practice in pleasing, in satisfying one another. So even though his body remains completely on edge, utterly helpless and delirious with need, with desire, he knows that Aksel will make it worth their while.

He props himself up further in bed, his gaze fixated on the blacksmith's movements towards the bedside table—a piece of furniture he knows intimately, one he could navigate in the darkest of nights without hesitation. "I do love a man with a plan," Maverick teases, his hand finding its way to the back of Aksel's neck, urging him closer for a fervent, needy kiss. The scent of oil fills the air, a familiar aroma that evokes a rush of memories—all the way back, even, to small moments consisting of promise, of hope, of adventure during those few initial months where Maverick would think to himself; this is forever. And in a sense, it was, though not in the way either of them had envisioned.

But that isn't for him to dwell on now, of all times. His tongue traces the contours of Aksel's cheek, a soft whine escaping his lips when those lips abandon his and find solace on his neck, breath catching in his throat as he nips the skin there. "Gods -- I'd do anything for you," he breathes, an arm reaching down between them, "so let me --" He takes hold of Aksel's cock, hand now slick with oil as he strokes him, movements deliberate as it travels from the base of his shaft to the tip of his length, thumb lightly brushing over the head there after each pass. He allows the other to urge his legs apart, head tilting as his cheek brushes against his. "Please, Aksel." If the blacksmith wants him to beg, far be it from Maverick to refuse his nature. "I've dreamt of your cock every night for a fucking year -- I need you to fuck me, please, I --" He swallows thickly, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he savors the closeness, "-- I love you, Aksel. Please."

He's tempted to let him have what he wants - he wants to taste him and feel him come undone in his mouth, but he's stubborn and when he sets his mind to it Aksel always gets his way - it's easier with Maverick at his mercy like this. His fingers remain tight on his hips to hold him there, he knows he's in the habit of moving, they've done it time and time again and despite how much time has passed he never quite forgets. Maybe it's a good thing the two are apart for long periods of times, the likelihood that he'd get anything done if they were all together all the time is slim, it's the smallest of pros so a situation neither of them want.

As soon as Maverick tells him he's close, he's gone from his mouth. His hand replaces it, strokes so light they're only meant to tease him further - he's not done with him yet, far from it. A smirk rests on the smith's lips as he moves back up the bed and leans down so he can press a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment before he breaks free - nose brushing his. " No. " Another kiss is placed to his lips and when he speaks this time they brush one another. " - I'm not done with you yet. "

His hand is gone from his cock when he lifts himself up so he can reach into the drawer at his bedside where he retrieves the oil. Cap removed, Aksel spreads the oil onto his fingers and reaches down between them so he can coat his shaft with it, lips moving to the others neck where he presses a kiss and then gently nips at the skin there playfully. He purposefully takes his time, all in aid of teasing him and making him wait - no matter how desperate he is to get inside him. " - and I like making you beg. " He spoke with a grin, another kiss pressed to his jaw, more oil spread between the others as knees pushed Maverick's legs further apart.

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His lips curl at the corners, forming a smirk as he draws back the bowstring, his gaze fixed on a training dummy stationed at the camp's perimeter. "Could be all false confidence, y'know," He remarks over his shoulder, his tone playful. "I could just have a really good stance, but have shit aim." Yet, as Maverick releases the arrow, it sails through the air with precision, finding its mark squarely in the dummy's head. "Thankfully, that ain't the case. Otherwise we'd all be shit out of luck."

His bow returned to his side, brow arching as Daphne draws closer. "Oh?" He's not sure if she's playing with him or not. While Maverick isn't a prude by any means, he's also not the most adept on picking up on subtle hints -- though, admittedly, the redhead has never been particularly subtle, has she? "Aye, I can give you a few tips." The ranger reaches out, taking her hand in his and placing the bow in her palm. "Give me your best aim," he says, lingering for a moment before taking a step back, "then we'll see what can be done."

@rangersav : ❛❛ I've had years of practice... ❜❜

daphne's violet gaze lingers appreciatively over his form, maverick's grip on his longbow certain, confident. ❛❛ it shows, ❜❜ and it's not a flirtation so much as it is truth. her sister, dahlia, is one of the best arcane archers in the land –– daphne knows when to appreciate a skill at its finest.

and though she may not have been flirting before, when she draws near and her lashes –– thick, auburn and framing eyes that sparkle playfully as she looks up at maverick –– flutter, daphne is far from subtle as she asks, ❛❛ might you be able to teach me? I'm terrible with a bow and arrow. ❜❜ liar –– but hells, all's fair in love and war, isn't it?

SCOOBY DOO ON ZOMBIE ISLAND : accepting.

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"I think you and I are a little too much alike, mate," Maverick remarks with a roll of his eyes, stubbornly leaning over and returning the little bump to his shoulder, "but unlike you, I know when to bow out of a losing battle." He's just giving his friend shit now, which he figured he's entitled to do given their history -- and the fact that there's still no way in hell Jackson will make good on his promise to let him pay next time.

"Fine. You better defend my honor when the locals start referring to me as a damn mooch." He teases, an arm leaning casually against the bar top. "What's the latest then, huh? What's gotten you so much coin, you've been able to front my entire gods-damned visit?"

"Aah— come off it now, man. Won't ya let me spoil ya for a night, hm?" Jackson grinned as he lightly bumped his shoulder against Maverick's. "What's the point of bein' able ta earn this much without bein' able ta share it anyways?" To anyone else that didn't know the half-elf, they'd think him arrogant for declaring such a thing. In truth, the business he dealt in when he wasn't dealing with merchants tended to leave him with more than he knew what to do with at times.

"How 'bout I let ya pay the next time ya come up? I promise I won't insist then." Maybe.

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"Aye -- nasty shit, too," Maverick adds with a smirk, apple in one hand and a paring knife in the other as he makes quick work lobbing off the fruit's delicate skin. "A little too much ale and I'll start pretendin' I'm a bard, break out into song and all. It ain't a pretty sight for the eyes nor a sound for the ears." Truthfully, his late father's past transgressions while under the influence still weigh heavily on him to this day, so apart from the occasional pint or two he isn't very keen on indulging.

"Maybe one day, though. After all of this Netherbrain nonsense." The ranger slices off a piece, extending it towards Rosemary. "Apple a day keeps the tadpoles away, or so I've heard." He jokes, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his cheeks.

@rangersav asked: i rarely imbibe, the stuff goes right to my head.

"Is that so?" Rosemary asked teasingly, tail tip flicking back and forth in amusement. "Now you know it's my mission to get you to drink, right?"

It was (mostly) a joke. She would never force someone to drink of course, but she was interested to see what sort of drunk he was. You could tell a lot about a person by how they behaved drunk, after all.

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i literally will be on later today u better bet ur bottom dollar I WILL BE ON

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HAPPY V DAY WHO WANTS SMOOCHY MEMES

idc if we don't have an established ship, like this if ya got some kissy smoochy softy love day memes reblogged that want me to send

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i have deffo not been as active as ive wanted to in the last week. muse is here and SOARING, but my body hasn't wanted to cooperate. tbh a year ago today some Not Great Shit happened to my husband and i so i think my brain is like 🖕🖕🖕🖕

but! i am okay, we persevere. i'll be trying to make more of a dent in my drafts & dms this coming week. wednesday is also my last day at my current job, and I start my new one Monday so WAHOO 4 day weekend baby! if anyone wants to plot or toss around some memes at one another, let a gal know xo

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#curly boy

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Concern laces his features, the battlefield having grown quiet since Caleb cast the killing blow, rendering them safe and sound — for now, at least. The rest of their companions busy themselves with looting the remainder of the bandits' stronghold, but something within Maverick compels him to stay, to approach. The wizard has never been particularly forthcoming with words, something he's respected over their journey thus far, but this particular moment seems...different.

"You did good out there," he offers tentatively, sheathing his sword as his eyes flicker between Caleb and the charred figure. "They say it gets easier. Killing and whatnot, but what they don't say is that it still feels like complete and utter shit. You just get better at shoving that feeling down." Maverick swallows thickly, wanting so badly to reach out, to put his hand on the male's shoulder, to provide him with some sort of contact, but he resists, not wanting to cross a line.

"You can talk to me, y'know. About anything, really." A soft grin tugs at the corner of his lips, adding playfully then, "I know I have the tendency to talk everyone's fuckin' ears off, 'specially early in the morning, but I promise I ain't a bad listener."

@rangersav asked: "you faded away there for a second. are you good?" // critical role starters;; open

Blue eyes are transfixed on the burning figure before them, a fierce flame engulfing their enemy, ever-consuming in its intense heat. Remnants of a fire bolt cantrip cling to his gloved fingertips, leaving behind a faint dust of magical energy. The smell of burning flesh, thick and acrid as the charred body crumbles to the ground, singed.

And time seems to stand still as the wizard remains, ears ringing, unsure how long he has been rooted to this spot. That is, until Maverick's voice breaks through silence, snapping Caleb from his trance. "Ja, I am okay," he mutters a response, voice strained and tight—gaze never leaves the charred figure in front of them.