#dvinitys

[a-luran]

Don’t get me started on trans sailor Arthur. Speaking of listen to sailor song by Gigi Perez and imagine the ScotEng glory. Also please. I need yaps

I personally really like On Board by Alana Henderson & Joshua Burnside, it's always been my go to, but I do like Sailor Song.

(The following is all vibes, ahistorical in the way only fantasy can be)

I love to imagine Arthur growing up slowly, with a deep connection to his land, aware of his coasts, but with something unsteady in him. It comes across as a short temper, an anxiety, light-footed. He fidgets, paces, dresses in layers as his body changes and seems to run deeper into the wild each time he runs off again. He is not finding answers there, only himself. And he already knows; he does.

The forests are felled, the people are changing, Arthur cannot hide from them any more than he can hide from himself. It's necessity (it's desperation) that drives him to set foot on a boat for the first time.

[They are expecting things from him, now that's he's ageing out of a childhood where he smeared himself in mud and blood and ash to keep away hands and roving eyes. They are all expected at court; unknown by a grand majority but present in the lives of their people in a way that feels unnatural. They all chaff against it, slip away nameless for another decade, a century. He could do that, is what Arthur reasons. Pick a trade, sail far. Let the memory fade into myth.]

The sea is horror and beauty. Arthur scrubs decks, and caulks, and learns woodcraft. He mends sails. He grows taller.

His voice deepens with practice, with he grit of sea-air and bellowing orders. He holds his own against any man or woman, stronger and faster than ever before. Laughs easier, grows wiser to his own temper and the worst of his habits. It does not mean that he is rid of them, but it makes him certain of himself, and better for it. He embodies the strength of his body and of his convictions in equal parts.

He learns every port, maps every new coast. He rebels now for others as much as he would for himself and turns only when he knows it's time to come home; unrecognisable, and more himself than he ever has been.

[impossible-rat-babies]

eyrie really out here embodying this is what is it like to beloved by god. what a blessing. what a curse.

even worse: what is it like to be one of the only people left to feel love like a god feels

[game-weaver]

Yugi laid back against the pillows and for a moment, tears collected in his eyes. Hot and burning as he looked up to the ceiling. Atem had come back…For him, saved him, and yet he wasn't able to enjoy that fact. He could only be here so briefly and yet…

That longing in his heart, the old scars from before opening up freshly. He had been so close and yet so far away.

Closing his eyes for a moment he just took a deep breath as he listened to his brother. But he nodded at the statement he wasn't allowed to die before Heba this time. He wouldn't put his brother through that again, not that he had had a choice when he was captured.

But he sighed and wiped at his eyes. "Promise," he said, looking at him. "And it looks like I won't be leaving here soon," he sighed. The worst of his wounds were healed but his lungs still burned a bit, bruises still ached.

Oberon looked at his sons, watching over them silently before his gaze shifted to the window. As if he could see into the human realm from here, he thought about Atem. He could only imagine what hell he was raising, considering what he had witnessed.

He hoped those that had harmed Yugi were suffering.

"He almost broke the mortal realm just now," Heba added as he walked into the room, his eyes landing on his brother. "He got called away before anything could really happen to it though. But that woman, she's dead. Burned alive. And more than likely, her soul is being tortured too even as we speak."

Another wicked gleam of glee showed in his eyes for just a moment. It was deserved, if anyone deserved such it was that lot, especially after what he extracted from her mind. Something he'd have to tell his father about later and communicated it to him with a glance to him before his gaze returned to his twin and he moved to sit on the bed beside him.

His eyes scanned over the wounds on his skin and the ugly purple and black marring his normally healthy pale flesh. Worse was the wounds he was sure that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. What had Atemu witnessed that made him act, he wondered? The very possibility that his brother was more internally hurt was the only thing keeping him from pulling him into a crushing hug.

To know he could have lost his twin all over again.. He couldn't stand it and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder instead, giving a soft squeeze.

"Know this, Yugi. You're not allowed to die before I do again," he said, playfully glaring at his twin.

In the mortal realm there was still signs of the enraged Atemu from Aaru. Thunder still cracked and roared, lightning crashed below, some of it as red as the sky itself. All while the God himself tried to get past those holding him back and the soul of the woman who had just been killed.

"Atemu stop! She's with Anubis now! Trust that he and Osiris will see to it that she pays for what she's done!"

"A quick death is too kind for the likes of that viper!" he snarled back.

"Yes, I know, we all know! Believe me, she will not merely get away with her heart being consumed by Ammit!"

[silent-moons-camp]

Stígandr Tavrinth - THE WANDERING PALADIN.

Character sheet/intro below the cut!

Name: Stígandr Tavrinth Nickname(s): Tav, Stigr Pronouns: He/him Race: High half-elf Age: 53 Height: 6'3" Birthplace: Baldur's Gate DOB: Flamerule (July) 12th, 1439 DR Class: Oath of Devotion Paladin (may multiclass him into a druid?)

BACKSTORY

Stígandr Tavrinth was born in Baldur's Gate to Bjorn and Torvi Tavrinth, members of a long since defunct and disgraced patriar House within Baldur's Gate.

Stígandr led a relatively normal childhood, despite the family falling further and further into poverty with each passing year. When Stígandr was sixteen, his mother passed away in childbirth alongside the child. Torvi and Bjorn had always had difficulty having children, and it was a miracle that Stígandr was born in the first place. The death of Torvi left Bjorn in a depressive state, and he grew distant from his only child with time. Shortly after his mother's passing, Stígandr joined the Flaming Fist as a guard in order to help make ends meet. He was apart of the Flaming Fist for fourteen years and reached the rank of Flame, the equivalent of an officer and lieutenant. Twelve years into his service, he met the tiefling Bhaalspawn known as Lysandra Steelsworn, a blacksmith's apprentice and orphan who was taken in by the Open Hand Church of Ilmater. The two would become fast friends, and Stígandr helped her resist the Dark Urge.

When Stígandr was thirty, his father sold him off to a Malarite cult outside of the city. Bjorn had been declining in mental health. And while Stígandr's work as a guard made them money, the family still constantly struggled financially. Bjorn sold Stígandr off to the cult in order to pay rent, otherwise they'd be kicked out. When Lysandra heard of this, she nearly flew into a rage, and went after the cult in order to save Stígandr.

The cult decided to make Stígandr the victim of one of their Malarite rituals, known as a High Hunt. Stígandr was set free in a forest to be hunted by Malar's followers. Amidst this ritual, Stígandr managed to kill several of the cultists. This impressed the Huntmaster of the cult, a half-orc cleric of Malar by the name of Khastri. The half-orc recruited Stígandr to the cult. And after seeing how determined Lysandra was to save Stígandr, having killed several members along the way, he recruited her as well.

Khastri was a loup-garou, a more powerful werewolf. He bit both Lysandra and Stígandr, infecting them both with lycanthropy. During their unwilling time in the cult together, they developed a romantic relationship that was later broken off on cordial terms where they returned to being close friends.

One day, five years into their unwilling membership of the cult, the two managed to escape. They found themselves in Tethyr near Zazesspur. Because Stígandr's parents were faithful of the Triad, Stígandr sought out Fortress Faithful with Lysandra. The Church of Tyr brought Stígandr in, willing to help him keep his lycanthropy in check. However, they turned Lysandra away because they could sense a foul dvinity in her - her Bhaalspawn heritage. For three years, Lysandra wandered the Sword Coast while Stígandr trained to become a paladin of Tyr. Stígandr tried all he could to convince his superiors to let Lysandra in, but was never successful.

In 1477 DR, Lysandra found her way back to Baldur's Gate with the intention of destroying the Malarite cult. Instead, she tore through the city in a bloodlust-induced haze, having given into the Dark Urge and her rage. Stígandr heard of this and wished to go after her, but was turned away and told he was not yet ready to search for her. The head of the church sent more experienced paladins after Lysandra, but they never returned, seemingly murdered in her killing spree.

For the next decade, Stígandr trained long and hard. At the age of forty-eight, he finally left Fortress Faithful (though not forever) and began wandering through the Sword Coast as an Oath of Devotion Paladin of Tyr. During this time he ran into a group of people whom he recognized; former Malarite cultists from his specific cult. They were searching for a means to cure their lycanthropy, as not all of them had been infected by the cult's loup-garou leader. Stígandr led the group in their search and successfully cured some but not all of them, while also aiming to find Lysandra. By 1492 DR, they still had not found Lysandra, and the group was split apart when Stígandr and a few of the members were abducted by a nautiloid.

The events of the game unfold there, where Stígandr comes to find that Lysandra was also abducted on the nautiloid. They ventured forth with the goal of finding a cure for their lycanthropy and their tadpoles.

[sichore]

i wish i had a good despair reaction at hand but I'm on mobile OH WELL 3.3 spoilers and Kremnoan rambling below

He was their beloved Prince Mydeimos. He was the Chrysos Heir Mydei. He led the Kremnoans into exile. He hesitated to become Strife until it became unavoidable. He dismantled the Kremnoan dynasty. Who's to say he wouldn't turn his back on a battle?

I don't think they get into it but I'm so curious now about Kremnoan funeral customs. Especially for ones who don't die in valorous battle. Mydei dies with a sword in his back. A sword in his back. Of course the last prince isn't a coward, but... who among the loyal would have their doubts?

And what will they do with his body? How do you honor a god? With flames? With burial? Will they leave his corpse to rot as it is metely a shell? Or will he be forever preserved in his dvinity (with that terrible, terrible wound in his back)?

I mmmay have just rambled on while forgetting abt Anaxa but that was a unique circumstance?? idk man my ass is going off cutscenes and dialogue snippets as my ass is still on the Luofu screaming crying and passing out every time Jing Yuan speaks.

[kumihohq]

bon app the teeth

*  /   FOLLOW  THE  MUSE.

[collectrot-blog]

❝ ah, shit. suppose it was ABOUT TIME i’d run into you, huh ? ❞

@dvinitys

[lightcreators]

@realmyths

From an higher perspective, they will receive automatically immediate help of two entities : him, as simple agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, in which regardless absence of frontal experiences concerning settling down affairs of divinities was allowed to act as mediator as some kind coming from the second part of the aid, an alternative self that will taking care of the business if he refused to move … and won't be informed unless he requested aid indirectly in which manner himself would decide to help. Nevertheless, he remained emotionally and mentally trapped within limitations of his position or even his human nature. The ones having certain technology able to track anyone, and following down inside whatever universe --- it would be the MIB … and if ever S.H.I.E.L.D gained similar power within their hands, the MIB would be monotoring further every one of their moves, and always remaining the one in control of such piece of technologic power. Slowly, amusement was expressed towards how grateful they were. It was natural for him, and only blamed how he couldn't do lot as an single person ( not that he was looking forwards to be an similar threatening presence than his alternative self ). For informations he gain of their story … it was about something who was beyond his human nature should be understood, nevertheless, he pretty much catch up better the trouble. Best would be anticipating the move of the main villain and be sure no fatal compromising of her children will be done. ❝ It's an package deal, the unofficial reinforcement support the official one, since it wasn't something aid I am thinking of will be able to play ignorant. ❞ He mused amusingly. Actually, he didn't think of an situation when the MIB would play dumb. Oh, maybe his alternative self would pretend not knowing established foreshadowings, nevertheless, habit of mockery would betray his smile.

He was supposed to move for not having either his other self or Featherine to move, but within that situation, as much he would prevent an possible disaster to happening, it would be more on Featherine abilities to put some stop over what happening, right ? Inside an mental note, he added to convince himself to having one of these talks with Featherine. The Time Lord who remained between dimensions was needed for one tiny interference … The Doctor could be an additional help he would need, since, he would have to find a way to put an special name on that classified file. ❝ Ying and yang force. ❞ He expressed once more with more seriousness inside his voice. ❝ Balance of forces that makes twinhood two sides of the same coin. ❞ There was another Phil he could use for example, hence complete understanding of the affair betrayed his voice. One of most uncontrollable villains he had to monotoring ( meanwhile be gently pressured by the concerned ) was … another version of himself, in which he represented the friendly angelic angel showing all goodness, when one demon awaited in the shadow to exposing all cruetly forced to be swallowed back. ❝ I understand the feeling, and how unpleasant it can be. Wish of the obscurity to remain trapped in the shadows, and not interfering or causing disasters. ❞

There was another additionnal smile, as he mentally prepare himself to open another door concerning dvinities. He would need the Doctor for that … Just for settling down things in middle of obscurity without having to expose too much inside the world of lightness in middle of an organization like the S.H.I.E.L.D. He supposed how mocking his alternative self will welcoming his presence when he would requesting that one thing, forced to recognized he needed an education … Though, luckily, it seemed enough normal for him for not having to comment or having an emotional shock to digest. ❝ Mh, my allies would want to advance on both. ❞ Help coming from the S.H.I.E.L.D would take some autorizations and various procedures, and one team wouldn't be enough for move on faster on the task. MIB workforce everywhere, although he was one of the few who knew they were everywhere, greatly reduced the scope of the task. Then, there was another smile, pretty much amused. ❝ Oh believe me, they aren't nice to the big bad guys, my presence will fortunately soften the way that will be decided to punish your sister. They have a greater margin of interference in this world. ❞ It was an invasion in the strict sense, it was a silent claim to their universe, but as long as he was the one pulling the strings, nothing would be formalized as an outside takeover. That was the only problem with the MIB. If him or CIA mole stopped pulling the strings themselves, there would be another Phil who would take the cake without any emotion, and then decide to write history of their world to please Featherine and himself. ❝ I have no worries they would doing everything for claim their rights. ❞ Meanwhile he was speaking, he decided to grab his emotional strenght, and searching manner first, phsyically, to contact them on his phone, though he knew the gesture, that will perceived, would made moves around. Everything would be simple of they just can be contacted by an phone. As he sensed mouvement around as signal had been understood, putting back his phone afterwards have warned regardless his boss he was within something and he would get the details, it was the moment to exposing a little more inhuman allies he was referencing. ❝ Their effectiveness is no longer to be proven, but they are from another world. They come from material of urban legend, which theoretically I was informed for a good reason, and unfortunately, evoking their name would cause an earthquake. Nevertheless, they are recognizable by a few characteristics, and aliens, they know their stuff. It's like S.H.I.E.L.D., but a much more supernatural version. ❞ He pointed at them one man in black who was watching them, inviting them to follow him. A detail, where once noticed, turned how every corner can be observed. By gangsters from another kingdom of darkness, humans themselves from another universe, but that was because they knew and he knew he could be their boss in the future, they would be nice.

"I'll be grateful for any help, from anyone, official or not." The Creator replies, a bright smile crossing their face. They are glad that he is willing to help them, and enlist others to do so as well. They could use all the help they could get with defeating their sister. And finding their children.

When he asks about their sister, the Creator frowns. "More like a resurrection, yes. We had a battle a while ago. And I thought I had defeated her for good. But I've noticed signs since then that she is returning. And since I had to leave my children alone to fight her, I need to find them now. To warn them." If their children aren't warned, that will not be a good thing. The Destroyer will see that as a weakness and swoop in. And if any of their children end up being destroyed, by the only force in the universe that could destroy them, that would be a sad day for humanity. "Yes, you could say that." The Creator responds when he says that their sister is related to pure chaos. "We're not very alike, despite being siblings. We don't look alike either." The Creator has dark skin, while their sister is light. Ironic given that humanity tends to associate lightness with goodness. Their sister certainly isn't good. And The Creator themself is certainly not bad. Humanity has it all mixed up, in this case.

"So would I," The Creator says with a small smile. They certainly don't want the world to fall apart. That would be disastrous for humanity, and they consider themself an ally to the human race. They had created their children in the first place to help humanity out. And they are certain their children are doing just that. The Creator nods along to his words. When he mentions finding more allies, they say: "I'd be grateful for any allies. I could use the help in defeating my sister and finding my children. Not necessarily in that order." Hopefully, they will find their children first and then defeat their sister. Because if not, the consequences for their children and for humanity could be severe.

When he mentions inhuman allies, the Creator nods again. "You're probably right. Though I do appreciate your help as well, the more beings I have on my side in this battle against my sister, the better." Humans can only do so much, after all. Especially against an immortal being like their sister. And though the Creator will always support and help humanity, they know that limitations exist for humans. Limitations that aren't always an issue for other beings. Therefore, they welcome any inhuman allies that he can find for them. "I welcome any allies you can find for me, and look forward to meeting them." They say with a smile.

[wiingedvirtues]

@dvinitys is blessed

a little BREATH leaves her lips, small form shakes a little. not out of fear, not yet. but out of something that feels a lot like relief, there he is. brother most beloved, standing right in front of her.

                                                    “oh.”

is the first thing that leaves her mouth before her surprised expression is REPLACED by a smile. before she skips the small distance between them to wrap thin little arms around his form. 

                           “i missed you so much LUCE.. i thought you would                             never come. i thought perhaps you were angry with me.”

[mrfoox]

It's embarrassing how many stupid and pointless things in games I find comfort in during rough times

[aetheir]

@dvinities

    the classroom is empty except for two: at one of the desks, elke sits, chin in hand, and eyes focused on nothing in particular. she blinks once, twice, then shakes her head and looks to byleth.

    " oh, professor - you're still here. " she shifts and stretches her arms high above her head until a quiet pop resounds. " i was  wondering - do you know your star sign? "

[zoeticbled-a]

ღ ›  hana┊ic. ღ ›  hana┊aesthetic. ღ ›  hana┊answered. ღ ›  hana┊headcanon. ღ ›  hana┊musings. ღ ›  hana┊study. ღ ›  hana┊visage. ღ ›  hana┊verse one. ღ ›  hana┊verse two.

ღ ›  ship┊mekamechanic. ღ ›  ship┊dvinity. ღ ›  ship┊bunnyribbit. ღ ›  ship┊genva. ღ ›  ship┊dvamon. ღ ›  ship┊zaryava.

[dial-up--internet]

Meanwhile in Divinity 2....

[fatestricken]

                    SEYCHELLE   DOES   HAVE   TO   give   him   some   credit .     he   found   her   ,   despite   all   the   effort   she’s   put   in   to   not   be   found .     she   figured   that   if   any   of   the   avengers   would   ,   it   would   be   him .     he’s   so   stubborn   and   determined   ,   which   is   something   she   would   admire   if   he   weren’t   such   a   pain   in   her   backside .     she   raises   her   arms   to   the   sides   in   a   dramatic   flourish   with   a   wide    &&    deceptively   beautiful   smile   ,   a   tinkling   laugh   bubbling   up   from   somewhere   deep   within   her   as   she   looks   upon   him   ,    ❛   well   ,   you   found   me .     now   ,   what   are   you   gonna   do   with   me   ?   ❜

@dvnities​    (    for   steve   rogers   !    )    //    sc .

[yeppeundva-a-blog]

@niyantran liked for a starter!

        Slippers scuffed against the tile floor, catching her reflection along another beautiful one in the bathroom mirror. Small hands trace across the sink counter edge, slowly moving to her girlfriend’s waist, embracing her from behind. Hana placed a small kiss against her shoulder. ❝Good morning.❞

[misterramen]

daily sketch, 

Eder from Pillars of Eternity and Ifan from Dvinity 2, get the feeling they gonna be good friends. Both ex military, animal loving, hot dads.