"Dog ears? FUCK yeah! Give me that shit right here and now." She takes the headband and sets it on her head, she could feel the ends of it cling to her scalp behind her ears but her hands ran over the ears now protruding out of her hair. They were soft to the touch and she does a fist pump, then straightens. "How do I look. Stunning I bet, can't be anything less than adorable with these babies on. Gods, I love them.."

a dash commentary for @adlishar & @triickst

@triickst

“Trouble seems to seek you out,” Halsin acknowledged, which he had to admit was likely very rich coming from him. Although he had not quite had the chance to go into depth about his own background with her. “Has it always been like this, or is this a new development?”

* @triickst / asked: }

“ you’re really cute, you know. “ (from midge!)

ㅤ❝    cute?    ❞    dumbfounded—    as    flagrant    on    her    face,    shadowheart    backpedals    to    survey    every    interaction    prior    to    this    one    seeking    any    evidence    that    would    foretell    such a claim.    cute    isn't    the    term    she'd    use    to    define    herself,    personally,    but    because    of    it,    there's    a    stippled    little    curl    in    the    corner    of    her    mouth.    ❝    ...well,    i    suppose    it isn't    the    worst    description of me.    ❞    she    sends    her    stare    elsewhere,    thwarting    all    strives    to    discern    the    humor midge has inspired of her.

A sound startles him before the floor beneath them goes.

When he's back onto earth, his backside aches.

"Midge!" Gale looks to her, and his expression? It's, well, awed is perhaps the word. He has seen the Outer Planes, had been Mystra's once-treasured paramour, and yet, despite every happenstance of a godly nature, it's Midge's curiosity that would turn his mind. Now, he sits there, knocked winded in some crypt, and with his head caught spinning and his rear-end sore, their situation, strange, settles in. "Right." School yourself, Gale. Above them, the trapdoor she'd triggered jutters back in place. Of course. "I believe a rather long overdue discussion on self restraint is well in order," he begins, rising to his feet. "Are you alright?" Their friends are cut off. "And if you are, for our sake, I suggest we bind you." Unbidden, he's the image of a cat in a sock.

@triickst, liked for a starter.

@triickst is being adorable: curled up against his side under his arm, midge entertains and delights herself by running her fingers through the hair coating gale's forearm. humans are so different from tieflings, it seems. she really likes it.

HIS ARM IS CURLED 'ROUND HER, and the other propping up a book haphazard in his lap and a half-empty glass of wine at hand. He's as comfortable as can possibly be managed out here; it's late, and he's hung a couple lanterns infused with arcane light to be able to see by. They'll dim by themselves in an hour or two.

It takes him a bit to realize what she's doing — and his brows lift a little and a small smile follows. He says nothing for a time —— just watches, humored and a little fondly perplexed. It's not until she appears to notice that he's watching that he gives a little grin. " What, am I needing a good grooming? " —— a pause, an exhaled breath, and his brows knit in comical put-upon re-evaluation. " Perhaps I shouldn't ask. "

here we have a vampire and his pigeon~ a little piece i did for @triickst

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ -------------------- for @triickst

wicked eyes torture the perspective the the devil kin before him , with sly intention to mock their jests to show up so BLUNTLY to his domain , but part of him respects what travels must have got her here in his halls .

❝ Well , what an honourable guest to have , let me drink you in, measure your worth . i've no need to measure your might , after all . ❞

sharp jewelled fingertips tap at the goblet and he continued to eye the teifling before him; the infernal stench all but gone , enough for man before her to be unbeknownst to her descent and bloodline . but the musk of the hells still stuck to his hair and skin , like a lingering scar of a past that he will make this cities problem .

❝ are you a bauldurian ? tell me what you think of my new 'decorations?' ❞

midge throws a pocket full of glitter at you! pocket glitter!

nathbryn armgo receives condition: surprised. " must i walk into moonrise wearing this? "

it's been a very long, intense day. and there's a midge curled up against minthara's back as she works off her armor, kissing the back of her neck. bc her neck looks very kissable.

She had just released the clasps at her shoulders and then set the spaulder pieces aside to be cleaned, but her attention drifts very quickly once she removes her armor thanks to the presence behind her. Intentional movements slow when she feels the weight of her darling settle against her back. For someone taller than her, she acted quite small at times, and it was quite impressive in truth. Minthara softens, the tension in her shoulders sagging with the relax back into her as Midge seems to tuck her chin into the space between her shoulder blades. The drow dips her chin when those lips find her neck just above the black gambeson and she exhales. Allowing her as much access as she wishes ..

"Hm.." She reaches back and takes Midge's hand in hers and then pulls it forward so it wraps around her middle. "You are exhausted, my love." She speaks, and speask softly, "Come.. I shall help you dress down."

@triickst - midge is eepy.

@triickst asked: [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver (to halsin)

"they're burning it, burning all of it!" halsin cried, chest heaving with the weight of his fury. the entire forest in the valley had gone up in flames, a cruel attempt by the absolute's army to force more refugees towards baldur's gate. more souls to feast on, more minds to control. but every tree, every plant, every living thing in that forest was lost, turned to smoke in the night air.

"monsters, all of them." halsin hissed, collapsing to his knees. he might have shed a tear for the forest, were he not so angry. were he not picturing the chosens' heads on spikes. "so much loss, so much waste of the oak father's creations."

he felt a hand on his shoulder then, and halsin's head snapped up in alarm. midge stood over him, her expression sullen, and for a brief moment, halsin felt overwhelming gratitude. they were so different in many ways, but she could see the cruelty as well as he. she might mourn with him, if he asked. his heartbeat slowed, taking a long breath through his nose.

"i will not ask you to join me in prayer... but will you sit with me while i do so?"

@triickst asked : kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks. (just assume these are all the smidge)

gentle lips kiss away the hot tears trailing down karlach’s cheeks, like an uncontrollable tap, and the barbarian is holding the smaller tiefling — or, devil, rather — within large, scarred arms. the dust has settled, and karlach’s flames have cooled, but her engine still clanks and thuds, emotions still unstable after everything that had just transpired. she just watched the love of her life die before her very eyes, and before she was even able to process that ( what with the blind, searing rage that soon followed ), midge returned, and not without some… upgrades.

she doesn’t want to let her go, she just wants to hold her this close forever so nothing can ever take her away again. strong arms tremble, and golden eyes peer into her lover’s with an unspeakable relief within her gaze, ` i thought i lost you, i don’t know what i would have done. ` she presses her sweat and blood speckled forehead against midge’s, a little breathless still from the most recent battle, and the most recent scare. her eyes close as she allows herself a little more time to fully calm herself, ground herself. she opens her eyes once again, a teary smile upon her face as she lets her gaze fall upon the new set of wings adorning midge’s shoulder blades, ` you look pretty hot like this, i won’t lie, ` she finds herself giggling into the statement.

@triickst liked for a lyric starter

"I got everything I could want, but I still want more-" Astarion spoke with barely contained emotion, his voice was as tense as his posture, hand pressed to his chest as he looks to his companion, one of his most trusted confidants.

"What good is walking in the sun, what good is my freedom if its at the cost of becoming illithid? No. No I need to complete this ritual of Cazador's for myself, and become more powerful than anybody could ever imagine."

describe your character poorly

shitty little goth twink picks a fight with every 6ft jacked guy he sees and when they go to swing a punch he says “c’mon im just a little guy you wouldn’t hurt a little guy would you”

what do you recommend to encourage affection? (from midge 😌)

PRIDE & PREJUDICE PROMPTS: still accepting.

"Ruminating and exchanging our riveting postulations," Gale says, "even if one's company can barely suffer it."

It's a joke. Partly, anyway. It's no secret, after all, how tireless that mind of his tends to run. It babbles like a current, disquieting the silence that would take their camp, a hundred theories over yonder and thousand daydreams off his tongue...! Gale, put simply, lives in thought. Eager, he's grown quite susceptible to oversharing. But he's a man that hungers, a beast that delights in sharing ideas, and quite frankly, what nurses a bond more than the spilling of one's soul? Truthfully, Gale caught reading can't really say.

He looks to Midge, warm eyes crinkling where his age wears in fine lines. Sure, his scholarly rambles can be hard to endure, but this creature, gods bless her, vies always to hear him. It's warming. Midge, all a pleasure, always does so with a grin.

"Worthwhile conversation will suffice," Gale amends, serious and oh so sincere. Looking over, he thumbs senselessly at a page. "Even talk of one's day can be just as enlightening as a discussion on magic. To learn how someone sees the world can be as riveting as a spell, and for what it's worth, I find myself quite endeared to your perspective. Our discussions together are always eagerly awaited."

describe your character poorly

Space squid scientist has people do shrooms to try to take care of brain worms, then gets caught by the feds for studying too hard. Loves magic, nature and freedom, hates the government #anarchistlifestyle #squidrevolution

the air was still thick with the scent of magic & gunpowder & gore, still buzzing with the energy of a hard-won battle. he had spotted vax struggling to keep his balance, blood smeared across his face. there was no time for thinking. there had been no room for guilt. percy had closed the distance between them, sliding his arm around vax to offer support. he could be mad at percy later but for now, all he had to do was make it. ( some part of percy knows he could have kept himself up but the same part knows he shouldn't have to. )

❛ the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you. ❜ ( @triickst from vax ) it's bittersweet to hear it spill from vax's lips. percy knows it's the truth, the truth he craved.

despite the anger, the frustration, the distance between them… vax still cared for him. not only that, be he loved percy. percy wants to be happy, but he knows better than to take comfort in the searing confession. guilt returns to him instead, reminding him. he had hurt vax, he had gotten vex killed & it had reminded everyone ( himself included ) that trusting him was dangerous. whether he was navigating traps or intricacies of the heart, someone would end up hurt. the high of survival didn't change any of that.

" don't say something you'll regret later, " the air in percy's lungs catches, containing a swell of hope that threatens him. he tries to keep himself in check, pushing to swallow the innate draw he feels towards vax. but he just can't help himself, " i might want to believe you. "