what kind of art would someone make about you?
music
you are a breath of fresh air. you are soft and free. you disappear as quickly as you appear, and everyone wishes you had stayed around longer than you did. your voice is what makes people fall in love. everything you say is in harmonies and codes, and only the most experienced listeners can fully understand you. your presence is always enjoyed but you aren’t always given the praise you deserve; people will let you stay in the background. all you want is for someone to really listen to you.
poetry
you choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. you’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. you’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. people fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.
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"This time yes." Astrid knew that Caleb thought that Eadwulf was being cold, either hurt or ignoring him but in his own way the other was doing what he thought would protect Caleb, if they didn't look to care anymore they wouldn't be used against each other like they had been to get things done in the past.
"And you think we don't think of you?" She asked after a moment. Her fingers tapped against her thigh a moment. "I know there are things you don't remember but I also thought digging them up would only hurt you more."
Caleb's eyes tracked Astrid's movements as she crossed the room, settling into the corner chair. What was it about seeing her once again that made Caleb's hands clammy and his chest constrict? “That is… a fair answer. Are you here alone?” The hidden meaning behind the question was evident—he wanted to know if Wulf was silently treading in her footsteps, a quiet shadow trailing closely behind. But where Astrid had been more willing to talk, even after these years, Wulf treated Caleb with a cold, informal distance… as if they were nothing more than former classmates.
"I know you may not believe me, but I do think of both of you often."
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Caleb let the pearl rest in his hand, eyes misting over with tears he was trying not to let show. He didn't want to make this even harder for Essek, not when he knew a larger blow would be coming later.
"I will do my best to." His voice cracked slightly. "You already know what it's like around the group of us, but with adventuring not really being something we do much of I shouldn't be at risk of anything like what we've already been through." He hoped his words weren't too calculating in feeling for Essek to pick up on but he didn't want to directly lie to the drow's face.
he wanted to sink into caleb's arms again- to hug him as tightly as he could without hurting him, and rub every last scrap of affection off. but he couldn't carry it with him. the moment he stopped, the memory would turn to pain, and prolonging their parting would only hurt caleb.
" then you will have something from me as well, " he said. essek took a little, black pearl out of his wrist pocket- the sort they've shared for years. this one is more potent, however. it'll give caleb another spell when his run out, and it can be recharged nightly.
essek pressed it into caleb's palm. " to keep you safe, " he said. essek held his gaze. " caleb. you must stay safe. " he wanted the human to promise him this.
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Caleb gave Molly a sad smile. It was confirmation enough that this was going nowhere nice as much as he wished it could have, as much as he was trying to fix those mistakes.
"We were there a year, the three of us before we met Trent Ikithon who saw a spark within us and took us under his wing." Caleb knew that the name would probably now be familiar to Molly. The fact that he had been interested in Yasha hasn't surprised him but he was glad that Yasha wouldn't have even been interested enough in such an education as to be pulled into his web.
"After another year, he hand picked all three of us again to personally be taught by him. We left the school proper to one of his estates in the countryside. We believed in the Empire, wanted to keep it strong and thought with his teachings we could. He could be cruel, he hurt us but it was for the good of the empire. He made us strong, and through it all there was some romance as well." The entire group had heard the name Astrid, assumed it was them and them alone and he hadn't corrected them about it. "The three of us found comfort in each other." He admitted gently, a little piece that only the tiefling had been told so far.
Mollymauk falls silent as Caleb begins to speak, listening intently to the story he intends to tell them. Their expression is neutral as Caleb talks about his home, his parents. The emotion that causes his voice to break causes Molly's brow to knit with worry.
Especially so as they catch him pressing his fingers into his forearms. It reminds Molly of when they press their fingers into their neck when remembering how they had to dig themselves out of the ground. How they would rock back and forth some nights with the singular word upon their lips; 'empty.'
A solemn smile quirks their lips next as Caleb talks about how his parents cared for him and helped expand his knowledge. They must've been kind...if they were as poor as he says, Molly knows just how expensive books can get (seeing as though they buy them for the wizard on the occasion). "I sense this story is about to turn in a different direction, Caleb..."
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@notyetfixed asked: How’s your portrayal???
Do I have enough words to tell you how much I love ALL the characters of yours I’ve interacted with??? I mean, of course, I’m bias to Essek and Caleb, but Weylyn??? So excited to learn/interact more with him!!
You’re easily one of my most favorite people to interact with here, and I adore all of your muses I’ve been able to break the surface with! I can’t wait to possibly meet your dragon age muses or even just interacting with any of your other critical role muses cause Dorian and fearne? Chaos crew ♥️
Overall, your portrayals are freaking amazing. I can hear all the muses in their voice and I can picture them in my mind and you’re just superb ♥️
Do you know just how sweet you are? This is something that made my night. I look forward to getting to use more of our muses together too. I have way too many of them honestly but I can't wait to get them interacting in any capacity. I am so glad you can hear the characters, it means a lot as a writer.
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EPIC: THE CIRCE SAGA.
roleplay starters of jorge rivera-herrans' 4th ep of epic: the musical.
feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns.
PUPPETEER.
i have something that i must confess.
until it is said, i cannot rest.
go make sure this [ place ] is secure.
there's only so much left we can endure.
whatever you need to say can wait some more.
[ name ], back so soon?
by the gods, what happened to you?
inside we heard a voice.
nothing could prepare us for thе power that awaited inside.
what did this [ place ] hide?
since we left home we've faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places.
we are weak to a power like this.
what was it?
she had us in just two words.
come inside.
damn...
go ahead and rest wherever you like.
i got you.
don't worry, [ name ]'s got you now.
let me bring you all something to eat.
she changed them!
the world does not tend to forgive.
i'm not a player, i'm a puppeteer.
we have to go save them.
let's just cut our losses, you and i, and let's run.
i can hardly sleep now knowing everything we've done.
there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save.
i can only hope you'd do the same.
i can hear her still and her voice deceives.
this is the price we pay to love.
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE.
i must say what a brilliant speech you gave.
who goes there?
a foe like [ name ] is not to be messed with.
you wanna beat [ pronoun ]?
wouldn't you like a taste of the power?
wouldn't you like to use more than words?
wouldn't you like to have some of thе magic?
wouldn't you like your outcome prefеrred?
she can turn you into an animal that'll end up on her plate.
she can conjure up a monster that'll grind you to the bones.
all you need’s imagination.
don’t thank me, friend. you very well may die!
DONE FOR.
i hope that i've been misinformed.
we seldom get a warm welcome.
did you do something to them?
all i did was reveal their true forms.
i don't know who you are nor why you're here.
i've got people to protect.
i'm not taking chances.
if you makе one wrong move, then you're done for.
i could put a spell on you and you're done for.
you better cower now and flee.
[ name ] gave it to you, didn't he?
okay, fine, yes, but regardless.
you and i are now evenly matched.
our fates are intertwined, they're attached.
you've made your one wrong move, now you're done for.
the last time we let strangers live, we faced a heavy loss.
everyone's true colours are revealed in acts of lust.
i'm not sure i follow.
THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.
there are other ways of persuasion.
there are other modes of control.
there are other means of deceit.
there are other roads to the soul.
there are other actions of passion.
you have so much left to learn.
show me that you're willing to burn.
there is so much power, but there's no puppet here.
forgive me.
back at home, my wife awaits for me.
she is my everything, my [ name ].
it's been twelve long years.
the god of tides is out to end my life.
so i beg you, [ name ], grant us mercy.
there might be a way to evade him.
there might be a way to get home.
it might be your one final hope.
wait, you're helping us?
maybe showing one act of kindness leads to kinder souls down the road.
i have been in love once before.
maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer no more.
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