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#LUNAWISH. β independent, selective, mutuals only multifandom multimuse. contains canon and original characters alike. currently featuring muses from baldur's gate 3. [ carrd. ]
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cursed dnd oc ideas :
artificier who is constantly encumbered because they're always holding explosives and smoke powder barrels
cleric of bhaal who actually has a phobia of blood and is only here because the temple has decent health care
paladin with amnesia and is always this close to becoming an oathbreaker
wild magic sorcerer who has a pet grimishka
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addie wouldnt smash the emperor but would smash omeluum
#* ππππ : ooc#ITS NOT THE MINDFLAYERNESS that she turned down the emperor it's literally bc its the emperor
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a girlfriend is just a weighted blanket that bites you
#* πππ : everywhereοΌ everything. i wanna love you 'til our fingers decomposeοΌ keep my hands in yours β addison & selina#huehuehue
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βcome back to bed, babyβ i say with half lidded eyes, reaching for you & pulling you under the covers with me
#* πππ : everywhereοΌ everything. i wanna love you 'til our fingers decomposeοΌ keep my hands in yours β addison & selina#addicat on the brain addiecat on the braaaaain
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selina's words strikes you like a tollbell in the middle of the night : poignant and all consuming. it rings, it echoes and reverberates in your skull. words blur, echo, the more you dig into your own head to dissect them, the less sense you can make out of it.
the pit of your stomach lurches, your lungs blossoming and blooming. you can't name the sickening sensation of bile churning, of lungs failing to deliver oxygen to your brain. you can't think. your head spins and all you can wonder about is that gnawing sensation of 'why'.
she's sincere in ways you never believe you could be. the compassion makes you feel sick β like a tumor you need to excise; yet, you want it so bad. you want the love, the affection, and her so desperately it makes you sick. you want her but you don't deserve her and somehow her understanding, her empathy only seems to confirm that.
" that's all ...? you're just gonna take what I said at face value. no pulling up dirt you found on me or whatever ? "
your inner skeptic cannot help but to voice her thoughts. you've had people doubt your truth β doubt every ounce of pain that's been etched into your chest. you haven't thought of yourself as redeemable in what feels like decades. you're scared. you're terrified. you want this.
when she responds to your query β you seem to understand. you listen so intently, offer her every part of you that wants to know her, that wants her to know you love her. she's a mystery to you, an enigma you wish to unravel so badly.
there's nothing you can say that feels apt for this moment and all you can do is pull your lips against her's and murmur "you amaze me" softly, reverently.
you canβt give her the feelings youβre feeling β it would be impossible. you feel things a way people canβt understand β it all happens in colors, bright. lord, all those fucking sounds, the taste in your mouth sometimes is so visceral that when youβre not gnawing on something you feel empty, twitchy, hollow. your every emotion is bigger than she can see; it would fill the room.
you canβt give her your feelings β you wouldnβt want to β but she says βwas my best friendβ and your heart feels a way like you canβt say again. it cracks in half right down the middle, already sewn back together. she tastes like salt and tears, like the faint tang of sorrow and it brings you no pleasure at all; for once, someoneβs pain doesnβt fill you with anything but empathy.
βi think he shouldβve known.β
your heart is such a genuine organ. it beats harder and harder every second. your smile is insistently stuck on your lips and when she touches you you nestle into it like this is the space you belong in, the place thatβs yours.
ink smears her fingertips and you take them into your hands to kiss them, gently smudge it away with a careful lick of your thumb. you settle your gaze on hers and you can see her and everything else in the room at the same time. youβre so fucking awake!
you have never loved anything like this. this moment here is exploding inside your own brain β every nerve ending is on fire and itβs shooting off, every action is just becoming every reaction. youβre so alive, so fucking alive. you brush a tear away again, careful.
and you hum at the question, peering up to the ceiling like youβre thinking.
βiβm not. i mean, i didnt. survive. iβm not alive or whatever. like it probably looks like i am.β
you streeeeeetch languidly, still in her lap, neatly settled on seven inch heels. an arm, a shoulder stretching with a pop as your neck rolls. cracks again. makes you feel just a tiny bit better, somehow, like the movements relieve something you donβt understand.
βbut i think some things die when theyβre born. and then they keep them alive in hospitals with machines. and that thing grows up and walks and talks and acts like a person. and i think sometimes it never really grows up. i think iβm just one of those things that was never supposed to be alive. and really? couldnβt tell you if i ever was, to be honest.
βitβs whatever, you know? iβm whatever i am.β
you settle back on your haunches with a casual purr, leaning back enough to shrug your shoulders.
βif it was supposed to be different i guess shit would hurt me less. but it doesnβt, so. on i go.β
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me having ship names for the bg3 romances I've done is such a gany move tbh ...
addie and shadowheart is oatheart (oath, for her both being a paladin and a physician; heart, for well... shadowheart)
addie and gale is oathweave (self explanatory)
lewyn and shadowheart is bardheart
kira and shadowheart is kiraheart (in keeping up with the shipname portmanteau tradition of kira nerys and the arbitrary ish pattern I've established smh)
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ah what a pretty sight ... i love them your honor
#* ππππ : ooc#some bug is letting me get away with romancing both shadowheart and gale and imloving it
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me, buying a shadowheart themed dice set : im totally normal abt this game
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anyways! sc for this lil bard <3
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kinda fucked up how the resisting astral touched tadpole is locked behind a dc 21 wisdom roll ... like ... wow. way to earn our trust by essentially telling us 'you might be saying no but your body says yes' its so gross ...
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ppl who yell about how certain multiclasses don't work for rp and ppl just wanna be OP as fuck are so uncreative lol
monk/rogue doesn't "work" to you RP wise ... I can think of at least 3 ways to integrate the two classes
its dnd you gotta be a little unhinged and don't be afraid to come up with elaborate stories for "small" things bc that's part of the charm! the one random npc that's supposed to be a one off but got dragged into the patty? yeah that's the sorta shit dnd does
derailing the main plot bc your party is too busy trying to find ingredients to make "kokaah koulagh"? yeah. that shit takes being a little unhinged.
be unhinged, let your weird be free
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addison after meeting Voss in camp : wow he's handsome can I β
me: NO NO NO YOU MESSY DISATROUS WOMAN STAY AWAY FROM THE NPCS
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tfw you've been playing tactician mode for the past 3 runs and then doing balanced is like ...
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE NOT GONNA SPAWN 50 HOSTILES PER TURN FOR HALSINS PORTAL? HUH??
#* ππππ : ooc#old habits die hard xoxo looting everything hoarding everything to sell#I picked balanced so I WPULDNT have to do thar but I might as well lmao
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@clawsextended said : you hand over the idol, the one of sylvanus, pulsing with promise and the protective greenery of nature itself. you watched violence unfold and the goblins, damned fools, had merely left it behind. βyou told me someone was looking for this.β even here, even out of time, eyes heavy and sweetly brown, you canβt look her in the face. no one. your gaze drops to the floor. βiβm sorry iβ¦ threatened you.β
you gaze down at the idol you remember trying to steal in a lucid dream β it's just an idol, there's so many idols of other deities ... what's the harm? at some points you can't distinguish between memories and dreams, how things ended up horribly but you wind back and have the ability to change. you remember electing to not feel the wrath of the druids, to not see their disproportional ire taken out on innocent refugees.
so you laugh softly, gazing at the idol and feeling the gentle, verdant aura touch you β opening it's wisdom to you. every scent, every sound of every blade of grass, leaf, and wind becomes clearer. you can feel the oak father's influence. you grasp the idol, looking at it with intrigue.
" yes, mol. she's the leader of all the tiefling kids β we sorta got a pact. she wanted the idol to sell money for once she was in the gate. "
youre reminscing the first time you found mirkon by the beach, the first time you gently told a thieving child she was alright β mol acts like a parent to kids her own age but who was there to look after her? you wanted to. oh, you desperately wanted to.
"she's hanging out with the guild currently. you should bring it to her yourself. "
and so you tentatively reach out, hand resting softly against her cheek. " apologies accepted. I wouldve done the same in your position ... maybe. "
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