#wren sent this to me

[doodlingwren]

No way

[ladywren7]

Cup is my favorite character. Cup could make or break the Star Wars universe and it chose make. Cup doesn't have any lines and yet it still gives an absolutly stunning performance. Cup is a prime example of just how much how body language and attitude contribute to a scene. Cup is marvelous. Cup is great. Cup has had one of the best character arcs I've seen in a long time.

We love Cup.

We stan Cup.

Cup is a international icon and should be treated and respected as so.

[wraenata]

HI YES DONT MIND ME you just posted about owls of ga'hoole and just unlocked a childhood memory ajdjfkfk. I was OBSESSED with that movie. I watched it so many times as a kid and even read the books

Yes! It was such a brilliant movie! Like, look how beautiful it is! I wish every animated movie about animals had this style. Lion King, are you taking notes??? If we ever got that warrior cats movie, this is how I would have wanted it to look.

I honestly don't watch this movie for the story, only for the visuals haha. I have some issues with the movie. Like Eglantine. It bothers me a lot that she doesn't grow at all. I know that's a silly thing to be upset about. Also Grimble's parents appear to be barred owls yet he is not a barred owl? And Oultulissa (sp) is changed to a short eared owl instead of a spotted owl? Nooo, I love my strix owls bring them back! Ok, maybe it's the owl inaccuracies that bother me so much oof.

I actually only read like the first 2 books I think? Cause I got them from the library and the second one I got smelled like feet? And that grossed me out so much I didn't want to go get the third one. I think my sister read most of them though! Anyways, this is like the last movie we saw in theaters before my parents banned theaters completely, so it also holds a special place in my heart.

And it's just so beautiful! The work they did in understanding how wings and feathers work. I have stared at the gif I posted last night so much because JUST LOOK AT IT. I wish they could have made a second one. I know Kludd is supposed to come back as the new Metal Beak with Nyra.

But they make the characters so different and expressive while also looking realistic, and I just love that. What a gorgeous movie. Also owls with sick armor. I love it.

[nightwingshero]

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus

When her body was found (hey ya)

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief

That drove him underground (hey ya)

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee

That made him turn around (hey ya)

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness

In Eurydice

Imagine being loved by me

Talk - Hozier

I had the wonderful pleasure of commissioning @redreart to do this beautiful piece of Wren and Leon. Everything about this is perfect! Thank you so much! You captured the mood and the lighting perfectly, and the way you captured Wren’s beauty just has me 😭😭😭😭. I love them so much. Wren and Leon deserve the treat! Thank you again for doing such an amazing job for my girl and her RE man.

[angelgoeslewd]

Hi! I saw your requests are open and i need a little bit of comfort so if you don't mind, could I request Wren comforting a PC who add a big meltdown because their was too much noise and they almost shutdown? Thank you if you do it, i hope you have a nice day/night

Clemmmm I missed u omg ❤️ anything 4 u

🔮 summary: after one of remy’s parties, wren finds a wounded little bird in his cottage.

⚠️ warnings: brief sexual descriptions, slight derogatory terms. this is DoL after all.

Remy was a decent boss, in Wren’s books.

Good pay, kept the booze coming as long as a job was done well, and a blind eye to any… additional income Wren and his men decided to make on the side, as long as it didn’t interfere with his farm. He had relatively understandable morals when it came to cheating him or undermining his authority, of course. Fair, Wren would even say. As long as you were on the right side of the fence.

Out of all the things Wren has seen Remy do, there was only one thing he hated the man for.

His parties.

Now, Wren likes anything with the word ‘free’ in front of it. Especially when the invitation includes both free alcohol and free.. ahem, company.

But this is nothing more than a stupid power grab; Remy’s gilded elbow-knocking cage — it’s a poor excuse for a fun time and an even poorer way to waste the night away for.

Wren almost feels sad for the man.

They were all politicians, of some sort, all looking to gain something from the night. Finically, socially, or hell, even emotionally. Dr. Harper may have been wearing a mask, but the glint of his glasses, the only glasses he ever wore, wasn’t very subtle.

And Wren prefer subtle. He preferred midnights on the docks, the waves hiding their footsteps, shadows obscuring their faces, sea salt disguising their scents, the way that hair could be colored or cut or even hidden away in a wig to further be more obtuse.

It drained him, Remy’s parties. Every step he took back to his cottage, felt weighed down by niceties and manners and the smell of perfume and cologne that clung to him just like the ladies and men at the party did, treating him like Remy’s livestock as they touched and squeezed and batted their eyes. And of course, he couldn’t do anything about it. Not as Remy’s right hand man. Not as his unwilling guest of honor. He had to smile and wink and make it an enjoyable time for them, just so they might donate a dollar or two.

Didn’t Remy hire enough sluts for them? Why’d they have to take their repressed libido out on him?

Sighing in relief as he finally reached the door, he opened it, flipped on the light as he reached for his hat. He stilled immediately when he heard it, eyes almost closed from exhaustion flicked open, on guard.

If he was anyone else, he would’ve mistaken that squeak as the door protesting against the cold, wet night air.

But he wasn’t anyone else. He was Remy’s underworld dog, groomed into knowing what was lurking just beyond every corner.

Lowering his hand, he slowly stepped into his house, casually swinging the door shut. He made sure to silently slide the lock into place, before he turned, wondering what kind of pest problem he’d have to deal with tonight.

The cottage was still dark, freezing cold from the rain and lack of heating. Shadows stretched across the room like boogeymen, but they didn’t dare cross his path. He stepped forward, crushing one under his steel-toed boots, then another, continuing until he was in front of his fireplace, shadows stilled from their wounds.

Wren pulled out a matchbook, usually kept on hand from his need of a good dose of nicotine every so often, one he was explicitly forbidden from partaking in tonight. In one stroke, it was lit. In another, both his cigarette and the fireplace burned with ambition, incinerating all the corpses of the shadows left behind.

A shoe, black and scuffed, tried to disappear from the sudden light under his dining room table. It was quick, but too slow to escape Wren’s notice. He smiled, shifting the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, taking one long drag before he plucked it from his mouth.

He whistled as he strut towards the table, playing with whatever unfortunate soul hid under his table. He wondered if that Alex kid from across the way grew enough balls to confront Remy about his crops. Or maybe this was just a poor attempt to try and steal from him. Whoever it was drew the wrong cards tonight.

As he finally approached the table, he made a big enough show of walking around it, like a lion stalking its prey, before he leaned his elbow on the table, putting his full weight onto it, letting it groan with effort. Another whimper flew loose, followed by a small gasp. Well. At least they weren’t totally stupid.

“Alright, enough’s enough,” he growled, “Now, just who do you think you are, comin’ in here like thi-”

Underneath the table, a pretty little birdie was all scrunched up, clutching their knees to their chest, the maid outfit that Remy made all the ‘servers’ at his party wear barely concealing your panties. Your thighs and thigh-highs did a better job at covering you then whatever he made you wear. He knew your face. He knew what you looked like flushed and embarrassed, knew what lied under those lacy little garments.

The tears on your face glistened in the firelight.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped out between sobs. “Wren, I’m so sorry- I- I didn’t think- I didn’t know where else to go-”

You shook, like you were cold, but Wren could feel the heat coming off you in waves.

“Shh. What are you doing under there, birdie? No place for a pretty thing like you. Ain’t it cold?”

A sob escaped you. You nodded.

“Well, get yourself out from under there then-” He goes to grab your arm, but you flinch back, a gasp escaping your lips before he can touch you.

You’ve been here a couple times. Wren hasn’t been the best to you, but he doubts anyone else is either. He’s seen the cigarette burns on your arm, the smell of antiseptic soaked carelessly into your clothing, more than once you’ve come in smelling like sex. You can hold your alcohol. You can play a good hand in poker, have a downright sexy bluffing face (not that it helps against him, but it’s still cute to see you try).

It’s not exactly what normal people your age can do. Most still wince at the taste of whiskey, need reminders on what hands there are. You have probably been through enough shit in your life where these unholy things stick to you like glue. Wren knows what that’s like.

But he has never seen you in such a state.

You’re at a breaking point, he realizes, as he kneels down fully and takes in just how disheveled you look. Your hair looks like it’s been snarled hopelessly from you clawing at your ears, there are scratch marks on the side of your cheeks, with blooming bruises surfacing like flowers in May. There’s a handprint on your other cheek, parts of your dress have been torn and he can’t make the call on whether it was you or someone else.

“Birdie,” he whispers. “Come to me?”

Your eyes have been screwed shut, refusing to even glance at him. You don’t move for a moment, stay clutching your knees, indent marks from your nails nearly bleeding as you give a small shake of your head.

“At least tell me what’s wrong, then. Can’t help ya if I don’t know what to fix.”

Your lip quivers. “Th- the noise. People talking. Rain. Music. Laughing, shouting. Crying. Angry. I- I can’t- it’s too much-” you whimper.

“Ah.” Wren drops his hands back into his lap, brow knit. Just like the callouses that marred his hands, he wasn’t exactly known for being ‘soft.’ “You’re… asking a lot of me, birdie. Don’t really know what to do.”

You sniff, eyes blinking open as you stare at him through your tears. “Me… me either. I don’t know what I’m doing in general, though…” Your voice is so low that it nearly blends in with the crackle of the fire. He cracks a smile. Despite how much is going on, you still try to keep some semblance of normalcy. He almost admires you for it.

“Were you at Remy’s party?”

You nod your head, moving your eyes to stare at the fire. There’s a sharp flash of red hot-ness through Wren at your confirmation, something he can’t exactly explain or place. He’s almost disgusted, which is odd, considering what exactly his job entails. But it’s not that. It’s different. Something about you, dressed like that… at Remy’s stupid party… that people like Dr. Harper attend…

Apparently, you see something in his face when you glance over to him. “Not… not like that. I told him not like that. Wasn’t paying enough for it anyways…”

“Oh.” His tongue bites the dismissal of him actually caring about whatever work you do before it slips out. You probably didn’t need that right now.

He refuses to give light to the thought that it might not be true, either.

“Can… can I stay here?” You ask, sounding almost scared to hope.

He falters at that. “I… suppose? Sure, alright.”

There’s bits and pieces of the normal you coming out, the tinge of sass you give him as you crawl forward and nod your head to the side, motioning for him to move so you could get out. He scoffs, putting his cigarette out on the stone floor before he moves aside and stands up.

“You still know you owe me one for this, right?”

You stand with him, dusting yourself off. Damn, that outfit really does look good on you. Maybe he’ll make you wear that next Blackjack night. He almost misses the shrug you make, popping out of his mind when you finally answer.

“I figured.”

Then it’s silent. You both don’t know where to go from here. You simply stare at each other for a minute, both of you wondering how you got into this situation, when Wren decides to make the first move. He clears his throat.

“I, uh, got a shower if you want-”

“No! No, I’m ok. Thank you,” you reply quickly, flushing deep enough that Wren can see it even through the dim light. He blinks.

“Well… alright. I’m gonna shower, though. Smell too much like Remy’s drooling lapdogs,” he answers, still wondering why the hell you were blushing. You cannot be that innocent. He’s seen first hand what you can do. He begins to unbutton his shirt, finally taking off his hat and setting it on the table. “Don’t go snooping. Clothes are in the dresser. There’s food in the fridge. Get what you need and settle down somewhere.”

You give a nod, eyes still locked on the floor for reasons Wren didn’t understand. He shrugs it off and continues past you to the bathroom, tossing his old shirt in the laundry basket.

Wren is drying his hair with the towel when he comes out, shaking it out a bit too canine-like. He looks around the room for you, confusion setting in when he can’t find you.

He calls your name, wondering if whatever made you so embarrassed earlier was too much to handle and you had left. But there’s movement from a pile of blankets he didn’t notice before on the couch and your face peers out of the tiniest hole. He almost can’t believe it. It’s adorable, even he has to admit.

“Comfy?” He asks, already knowing the answer. But you nod enthusiastically, humming your approval for the thick, fluffy blankets. He would kill someone if anyone found out he owned them. But you… you have your uses. So he’ll stay his hand tonight.

He goes to the dresser and sheds his towel, very well aware you’re watching him. It makes him smile, wondering if he’ll get to see how much cuter you can get. Wren likes to play with people and you became his new favorite target when you waltzed into his cottage that one night, demanding he deal you in. He absolutely mortified you when you lost, stripping you down and forcing you to give shots to him and his crew where ever they placed them. And yet, you came back the next week, asking for another hand, impressing him and intriguing him all at once. It just so happen to help that you were cute.

He’s pulled on a shirt and boxers, pretending to fold his towel before he swings around and catches you watching him. You meet his eyes guiltily, batting your eyes like you know you’re going to get away with this.

“You see a way to pay me back?” Your eyes drop and Wren senses that he might’ve said something wrong.

“Can… can we figure that out later?” You whisper. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, ok? Just… just not tonight.” For the first time, he notices that you’re clutching a mug, fingers wrapped around the cup so firmly that they’re turning white.

“Ease up, birdie. It was a joke. You don’t gotta do anything for me tonight.”

A silent ‘oh,’ escapes your mouth, fingers reddening as you loosen your grasp. God, he almost wishes he didn’t say that. He wants to turn your ass that color.

Shaking that thought off, Wren makes his way over to the couch in which you’ve taken refuge. He sits next to you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

And in that moment, Wren the smuggler, Wren, Remy’s right hand man, his guard dog, his means to an end, does something that he honestly refuses to acknowledge. He opens his arms and beckons you with a, “Come ‘ere.”

You scooch over immediately, almost tossing yourself into his arms, burying your head in his chest, taking in his scent and warmth and silence. You both don’t say a word, savoring each other’s touch.

[preshtagonist]

everybody outta the goddamn way!! youve got a hair full of secrets, a head full of eldritch, and a heart full of hope!!!

Echo Fowler, Knight of Hope and resident optimist, at your service! She’s definitely the mood maker of the gamma delta kids, keeping a bright atmosphere wherever she goes! Now if only she would stop summoning the horrorterrors

Echo belongs to @spookydarling ! feat my boy wren u.u

[wayward-wren]

Going to be thinking about "I put you on a train" "I got off" for the next 2-5 working days ughguhg

[swordmaid]

tav shri’iia is THE canon for me obvi but I also really like the idea of tav wren with yves still being part of the dead three as bhaal’s chosen. the thing with wren is that he was yves’ childhood friend who was pursuing his bard career and severely flopping. one night when he was supposed to escort yves home from the graveyard he chose to perform in some tavern instead, and that night is when the bhaalists came and killed her. for him, one of his closest friends just went missing the night he was supposed to look after her, and when she returns 2 weeks later all beaten up and bloody with no memory of herself ofc he felt guilty….! and he couldn’t even bear to look at her because it’s all his fault u know … if only he didn’t ditched her maybe this wouldn’t have happened so one night he just decides to leave bc he couldn’t take it anymore. it’s always been his dream to be a travelling bard anyway and maybe his career will pick up in some other city than baldur’s gate, so he leaves her and his home and sets out to salvage what he can of his career. and in the most part he was mildly successful. he also ends up making a pact with some fae and they help with his bard career too lol but the guilt of yves is still in his mind- he just got better at ignoring it.

SO. imagine his surprise when he gets tadpoled and goes to moonrise to find a cure and he sees his friend - the girl that’s been haunting his dreams and the source of his guilt and shame - a part of the evil cult that’s been enslaving people with parasites. and now he’s meant to kill her? but how could he when he’s the one who left her behind and maybe it’s his fault that she turned out like this … but anyway I love the idea of wren being like noooo that’s NOT yves she would never do that!! and they’re just like girl ur delusional ur friend is literally chopping people up forcing us to find the parts like some treasure hunt

[dis-asterism]

it is soo hard to accept someone doesn't really care about you beyond the surface level when they used to be your best friend for 6 or so years, but one of these days i'm gonna have to do it lol,

[wren-of-the-woods]

I just read “words of love” and I just wanted to tell you it made me feel so warm and fuzzy and gooey inside. I really love how you portray those two! I have a feeling it’s gonna be one I come back to time and again 💖💖

Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! This ask made me grin like an idiot -- now I'm the one feeling all warm and fuzzy and gooey inside 🥰 I'm truly delighted that you enjoyed the story so much and that you took the time to let me know!! 💖💖💖

[terracomets]

hey i dont know WHY i have to say this but you absolutely cannot ship any of my characters that are siblings / related, by blood / adopted or not. i am very uncomfortable with that and i find it extremely disrespectful. this also goes for minor / adult stuff, idk why i have to even clarify that but apparently i do LMFAO.

[superstartaylorsversion]

Me and you in the trenches not liking August on Auguest Swifite holiday month like it's gonna be tough

August hater anon, I love you so much and we are in this together. August haters unite

[astrumocs]

Re: Sunne’s tags:

A couple people have given their names to him by this point!

Which he’s advised/warned against in the past because he is very capable of just stealing those whenever he wants now— he won’t though, because deep down he’s not that mean. (And Sunne is very cute too ofc)

Still, what if you meet someone like him! ‘Don’t be so foolish again’, he says. The implied ‘someone else may not be so kind’…

[rhpsdys]

i'm so sorry for turning every reply into introspection and/or a lore dump. i write so much exposition i lose the plot of the reply i'm trying to do && i think that's really sexy of me actually

[w4yf1nder]

would you kindly marry me

why of course 😩

[bedazzlecunt]

i miss sugaring </3