⸻ Today. I am Hawkeye.

MASTCRMARKSMAN ⸻ headcanon and 616 based Clinton Francis Barton aka the Amazing Hawkeye, canon divergent, set in the comics. crossover, mcu, multiverse, and oc friendly. started developing clint back in 2014 on a multimuse, re-established 2023 after a three year hiatus. 21+ and semi-selective. written by izzy.

I'd rather stay in character. Like Daniel Day Lewis. Like Stanislavsky. I like playing dumb. It makes me feel smart. Sometimes.

@mastcrmarksman -> a roleplay blog for Clinton Francis Barton aka the Amazing Hawkeye of Marvel Comics Earth 616 and various alternate comic earths. Canon divergent and headcanon based. written lovingly by Izzy

I have very little muse / struggling with the canon character voices atm, so only oc stuff either the three here or Caledonia on the main blog (forgottenwyrm)

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CALEDONIA, AMENSIAC, WHITE DRAGON ⸻ An original character roleplay blog based in D&D's Forgotten Realms setting with an Baldur's Gate 3 Tadpoled Companion verse ⸻ features homebrewed lore

Wyrm hatched & Blog dm'ed by Izzy. they/them. 25. hosts a d&d and bg3 sideblog + fantasy sideblog

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blog upkeep update.

this blog's main blog / hub blog / follows has moved to @forgottenwyrm

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CALEDONIA has been moved to @forgottenwyrm *(she is my biggest muse so will now has her own blog and will be my main blog)

all caledonia things will continue over there.

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How does she put this lightly when it came to the topic of memories? She's not even sure where the name Caledonia came from or if her face was really her face. Although, Caledonia seemed like a specific enough name that she must have some memory curled deep in her brain, deeper than the tadpole that made home here did.

Although, there was a lot of instinctual sense that she had such as running into that guy's sword would very much result in dead and most problems shut up if you froze them.

❝ I'll try anything to get something stirring between this skull's horns. ❞ Gods, she can't even remember if she can read but surely she must know how. Caledonia's not testing that theory any time soon. There's enough readers in the came already to solve that problem. ❝ Besides the worm, that is. So, uh, flavors. ❞ She opens her jaw for a moment, smoothing her tongue over her teeth trying to see if she can get a taste of what she'd like.

Red comes to mind, but that was a color. However, it couldn't hurt. ❝ Red? ❞ She doesn't think that means blood for her, but red comes to mind. ❝ Oh, oh, maybe like fish? Red fish? Or fruit, that's red too. And silver, that seems like a tasty color too. ❞ It's sounding like fish was on the menu.

❝ Something chewable. ❞ No stew, she was getting tired of slurping broth.

@dragonsfell gets a starter from Gale for Caledonia

"So... I heard smells or tastes can bring back memories? Any inkling what flavors you like?" Gale was after all the camp cook, self-declared. "Tea or meal? If it's too fancy we might need to wait until we get to a vendor though..." he added, but then again, the Tiefling didn't seem like one that preferred the dinner of nobility. Maybe he also just wanted inspiration on what to cook next. He wasn't in the mood for stew anymore.

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[ INBOX / accepting ] ⸻ @torntruth sent in ⸻ you bow to no one / from kristen to caledonia

She's so glad that Kristen sees it that way, because whatever was left in her head; left the woman with the impression that whoever she was before and who she was now (an empty shell, a fraud perhaps) didn't appreciate being caged, defined, or dominated by another. Caledonia's eyes fixate on the campfire, watching how the flame dance back and forth. She could handle the cold night without any heat, and since the few nights she's frozen over the fire while they all slept on accident (her bedroll has since been moved away from the campfire when it came time to rest).

There's a lot more questions than answers, not only for herself, but the wiggling tadpoles in their eyes and what in the nine hells was going on with this true soul business; but one thing is certain. None of them were bowing to some absolute. Pink lips curl into a smirk, going to suggest one more thought on that matter of herself, and all of them. ❝ Well, I could make one expectation to that. ❞ She lets that hang there for a moment, before her lips divide for a toothy grin, sharp fang to compliment the thought. ❝ Only if it means the very next thing I do is headbutt them in the gut before knees even touch the ground. ❞

That's what horns were for, right? She's pretty Karlach's said someething like that. Otherwise, Caledonia really has no idea about tieflings, not that she had much idea of anything. ❝ Make'em think twice, though I think an ice knife lodged in the chest works just as well too. ❞

There's definitely something off about this drow, what she can't quite place and the gnat is urging for her to take a peek. Had the girl learnt nothing about how they conducted business of any sort? Yassarra ignores the tugging at her moment to open her mind to pry into his; considering he was looking for psychic resistances though. They may yet get a peek as a suggested test even if she did have items for mind shielding.

They were quite necessary for adventurers wanting to go out into the jungles of home, after all her not-so-friendly kin might prey upon a traveler and use them as nightmare fodder for the serpent gods. Yuan-ti were a people talented in psychic torture after all. ❝ Mediation may work for some, but rarely can one afford the price of patience. ❞ She suggests, and she does know that immediate need for change and action as well as the Merchant Prince knows how to play a long game.

However, people rarely sought out magical solutions if they had to wait for results; normally everyone turned to magic, or manipulating the Weave if times were dire. ❝ Not necessarily, a slaad tadpole is makes its self a home inside, festering in its host flesh. ❞ And surgical removal was far more lethal than that. Floki should by all means be a slaad, but magical intervention prevented that.

❝ You need something more permanent, a potion won't cut it, but other solutions come at a cost. I don't accept buyer's remorse; we'll make sure that the solution works for you first. ❞ Though the cost didn't always mean money. ❝ My talents include psychic intrusion, but first what is the concern against intrusion? Paranoia, an enemy, something else? ❞

lolth's web,   he didn't know how to respond to her questioning.  a fucking resounding yes to all of the above?  something trying to get in and something and already inside.  the illithid had said that the parasite was wrapped in powerful magic which made its extraction difficult,  or which made shielding from it difficult,  but he wasn't certain he believed the creature.  all he knew was that having it intrude upon his memories once was enough.  

“even if i did have months,”   sol'rys responded dryly,  “i am not the meditative type.  surprising,   i know.”  deflect,  as always.  always make the situation less dire than it was.  all creatures were united in their love of exploiting the desperate.  the chance of extra coin or an owed favor or something else entirely was irresistable,  having learned it well in menzoberranza,  and he could not claim that he was an exception to its allure.  

“but the nature is outside,  as it usually is,   no?”   half a lie,   but he didn't think it would hurt to try.  like hells was he broadcasting to anyone in the city that he had an illithid parasite squirming around torturously in his skull.  “some way to resist.  magic is also clearly not my strong suit.”