#rhetoricalrogue

[phillipsgraves]

9. something written about one of your OC’s proudest accomplishments for your Hawke?

Codex Entry — A short note by Knight-Commander Meredith on Alexander Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall

I've no doubts of the Champion's prowess, but sometimes I wonder if I have been too hasty in my declaration of his new title. He, above all else, is still an apostate protected by recently gained wealth and now, the status of the elite. With the growing use of blood magic in the past few years, I have growing concerns that the new Champion of Kirkwall is just as susceptible to demonic possession, if not already one of the maleficarum. Henceforth I've instructed Knight-Captain Cullen to keep close watch on Kirkwall's new protector.

#asks #thank u for this! #rhetoricalrogue #oc: alexander hawke

[shannaraisles]

For the prompts: Pull, for Adam/Matilda, please?

Thank you, my lovely! Lessee now ...

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

***

A shiver ran through Matilda as she stepped out of the overheated station into the cool summer night. Too much paperwork had, as usual, kept her behind her desk long after sunset, even in the longer days of summer, a fact she was not inclined to forgive in good time. The long summer evenings were her favourite time of year, but her enjoyment of them was severely curtailed by her combined duties as detective of Wayhaven and liaison to the Agency.

Still, she was free now, which meant she might be able to get a decent walk home in without certain people getting on her case. Specifically Rebecca and/or Bobby. If she was very unlucky, both of them would appear out of the darkness, one to check up on her and see if she was still up to the job, and the other to harrass her into giving away some obscure nonsense detail he could then spin into an overblown story for his trash paper. Her fists balled just at thought of it - more at the thought of Bobby than Rebecca, to be fair. Her relationship with her mother was definitely warmer than the pure ice it had been for the last 20 years these days.

Windows had been flung open all over town, inhabitants seeking the cooler breeze of night and letting the sounds of their inner lives spill out onto the dark streets as their detective walked by, strangely reassured by the sheer normality that surrounded her on all sides. It was a lulling reassurance, something that poured through her and soothed the sharp edges of her annoyance, settling her senses until everything blended into a comfortable background cadence.

The shadow shifted beside her as she turned toward the forest path that would take her the quicket route home, and she reacted without thinking, shifting back on her left foot to brace for the blow that never came.

"Tilda."

She snorted at her own hyper-alert response to being startled, tipping her head back to meet ice-green eyes that warmed above the smirk Adam wore as he loomed from the darkness.

"One of these days, I'm going to shoot you again," she pointed out, but she couldn't deny that the last harsh edge of her vigilance smoothed away with his presence.

"Rest assured, you will not get the opportunity to do so again," was his confident answer to her greeting. "You were not paying much attention as you walked past the shadows."

Matilda shrugged, rubbing an awkward hand over her neck.

"I think having Bravo around constantly is making me less observant of my surroundings," she admitted. "I'm so used to relying on you to keep an eye out for me, I'm beginning to forget to do it for myself."

A gentle hand smoothed over her back, curling to her side to draw her close into the protective curl of his arm as he fell into step with her, a belated thrill spilling up and down her spine in answer to the assured touch. It had taken so long, so much heartache, to persuade Adam to take a chance on the combination of tender emotion and herself that these moments of his unthinking affection shown in tactile warmth that had been lacking in so much of their relationship thus far sent shivers through her that were more than welcome. It didn't help that she knew he could hear the way her heart skipped and her breath hitched, adjusting his grasp accordingly until he had her firm against his side and breathless with the proximity.

"You need never worry that there are not friendly eyes on you," he murmured, dipping his head to speak softly against the drooping bounce of her curls, his breath warming her scalp as she dared to wrap her own arm about his waist. "You are never far from my sight, dear heart."

She swallowed, feeling the heat in her cheeks rise, unconsciously hugging closer to him as they passed from the streets into the somehow busier quiet of the forest beyond.

"If I had the choice, I wouldn't ever be out of your sight," she confessed, ready to laugh at herself if he took the confession as anything but a compliment.

His arm tightened about her, hand sliding to grasp her hip with an intimacy she thought might actually start a cardiac event in her chest. She heard his breath ghost beside her ear with the suggestion of a chuckle at the sudden thumping of her heart.

"Would that I could grant that wish."

Good lord, when did Adam learn to purr? The sound sent entirely too primal feelings spiralling through her, and the bastard knew it. She felt his smirk against her temple as he kissed her sweat-slicked skin, tasting the salt for his own pleasure.

"Speechless, detective? Perhaps I should walk you home more often."

Matilda growled up at him. "One of these days you are going to have to follow through on your teasing," she informed him, tilting her head back to glare affectionately into his eyes.

He held that glare for a long moment, finally dipping his head to brush the barest of kisses to the corner of her mouth.

"One day ..."

***

Thank you for the prompt, lovely! Still taking prompts from this list!

#rhetoricalrogue #the wayhaven chronicles #prompt ask #adam du mortain #oc - matilda beaufort #adam/matilda #this man is one big tease #looking forward to seeing if this is canon or just wishful thinking

[alittlestarling]

👀 you’ll meet a handsome stranger!

Ooops, it's a modern AU featuring Roz and the handsome one-night stand that turns out to be Rolfe, aka the older half brother she never met in Vincent's family.

It was another Christmas and another holiday alone. 

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her friends’ part: Vincent had tried to coax her back to the Trevelyan home for some holiday cheer with his family, but there was a thick cloud of melancholy that clung to Rosalind Marlowe like a bad cold that kept coming back when she thought she’d gotten over the worst of it. Perhaps she was being too hard on herself -- after all, it had only been nine months since Alderis had died and even that felt like both no time and too much of it had passed since then.

Instead of the cheer outside, Roz had slipped into The Hanged Man, blending in with those who either had nowhere to go or, perhaps, like she, had chosen to go out instead.

She had expected a quiet drink, something strong and sweet the nurse her sorrows.

What she hadn’t expected was him.

#otp: like real people do #*my writing #rosalind marlowe #rolfe trevelyan #rhetoricalrogue #i love them your honor

[thee-morrigan]

Red

Hanging comfortably in silence is basically my main love language tbh (also: likewise! 💛)

what color am I to you?

#answered #rhetoricalrogue

[feralkwe]

End of the year asks 11 and 14?

11. Something you want to do again next year?

another road trip. maybe not all the way to edmonton, but i really enjoyed that one. we're hoping to be moved to seattle by this time next year, so that is definitely possible to do.

14. Favorite book you read this year?

i read only 20 books this year, compared to the 50 i try to challenge myself with each year. there were a lot of good ones in this smaller batch though, and some i DNF'd. among the top would have to be carmilla, born a crime (trevor noah), and there there (tommy orange). weirdly i think it's i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy that sits at my favorite, as it hit really close to home in a lot of places and gave me a lot more to think about in others.

#from the annals of my askholebox #rhetoricalrogue

[thornaelle]

Happy birthday! I hope you have a fantastic day! 🎉

Thank you! I did have a really nice day 😊

#replies #rhetoricalrogue

[crownrots]

phillipa (bg3) | aerona (bg3) delaney (bg3) | varyamë (bg3) teddy (vtm) | tabitha (vtm) marrisa (vtm) | sandra (tcmg) daisy (tcm) | charlie (tcm)

TAGGED BY @carlosoliveiraa to use this picrew, thank you 💞

TAGGING @queennymeria, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @risingsh0t, @thedeadthree, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @lucky-107, @countessrooster, @arborstone, @arthrmorgann, @rhetoricalrogue, @leviiackrman, @simonxriley, @hartsvale, @shadowglens, @roofgeese, @faerune, @loriane-elmuerto, @shellibisshe , @zevlor + anybody else that wants to do it!

#t: picrews #c: phillipa #c: aerona #c: delaney #c: varyamë #c: teddy #c: tabitha #c: marrisa #c: daisy #c: charlie

[crownrots-archive]

— WHAT’S AT YOUR OCS CORE? & WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

TAGGED BY @corvosattano & @simonxriley to do these two uquizzes, thank you! 💚

TAGGING @queennymeria, @risingsh0t, @thedeadthree, @loriane-elmuerto, @faerune, @shellibisshe, @rhetoricalrogue, @unholymilf, @florbelles, @minaharkers, @elliewilliums, @leviiackrman, @shadowglens, @cryptcombat, @galvus , @nightbloodbix, @carlosoliveiraa, @bbrocklesnar + anybody else that wants to do it!

ATONING (FOR SOMEONE ELSE)

You are sweet, sweet sorrow. Parting ways at an intersection, an angel's footsteps walking side by side with your own, the shadows of the past looming, looming. You are apologetic-moon-light and loiter-at-the-back-of-the-classroom and stilted-silence and rich-with-life. You are stepping-on-eggshells your way through life, be less careful. Be less careful. You make mistakes, you made mistakes, and you will make mistakes, but imagine growing from them without the wish to go back. Stop restricting yourself. Take a breath of the clean air. Stop breathing in your own secondhand smoke.

ACERBIC WIT

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

SHINING (FOR THE WORLD)

You are sunshine. You are too bright for this world and you know too much for your experiences. You are not naive, but you are not a cynic. You are not an optimist, but you don't see the point in pessimism. You are bright bells of energy and great pealing laughter and coffee-shop-dates and meet-in-person-lunches and you draw people to you like a magnet with the way you shine. You are bright and drained, drained, drained. You are restless nights, heavy days, broken moons. You deserve a rest. You deserve to release. You cannot carry the weight of the world alone. Share the tasks, be the light, and create the connections.

WARPED METAL

it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

THRIVING (FOR YOURSELF)

You are beautiful, and there is a light in your eyes now. There wasn't, before. You feel light and you hug people tight because you know what loss feels like. You are sunsets and throw-your-head-back-laughs and 2-am-shopping-sprees and looking-over-your-shoulder-for-ghosts-of-the-past, but you are thriving. There are fifteen things you've never checked off your to-do list and never will, but you're determined to find your way to them anyway. You are glowing and it's admirable. You crawled your way from somewhere terrible and now you stand, breathing in the sun. You are admirable, never forget.

SILENT ADMISSION

in tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

#i have to post from the side blog since tumblr is leaving my appeals on read -_- #i might just even have to remake or start using this as my main if they don't pick it up 😭 #c: marik #c: phillipa #c: slater

[ejunkiet]

tidbit tuesday

>:3 so I was tagged by the incredible @dwead-piwate-meggers​ and @evilbunnyking​ and as I’m back in twc brain rot, here is another snippet from the multi-chapter trapper fic wip I have in my drafts hehehe <3

the wayhaven chronicles: olivia greene/mason

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Darkness. Pain. There are bands at her wrists and ankles, holding her tight, tight, and she can’t move. She can’t see. The stink of antiseptic is sharp in her nose, and there’s something sharp pinching at the skin above her elbow, searching for a vein.

A low voice murmurs in her ear, soft and saccharine. Just a sharp scratch. There we go.

Her body is shaking. There’s a tightness below her breastbone, constricting her chest, and she can’t breathe. She can’t breathe. The pain is too much, overwhelming-

“Olivia-”

Hands reaching out of the darkness, intermittently white and pale and dark and clawed. She flinches back, but the restraints won’t give. She’s left paralysed, helpless. Unable to stop the inevitable.

Just a little more, give me a little more. That’s it.

The glimmer of fangs, before sharp teeth dig into her wrist, and it burns.

“Fuck- Olivia!”

She opens her eyes and for a moment she thinks she sees - a flash of icy blue, cruel and calculating- before she blinks and the vision is gone, leaving an empty sky through fogged windows, the pale crescent of the waning moon haloed in the frosted glass.

The familiar utilitarian design of the Agency SUV flickers into focus as her eyes adjust to the low light - and that’s right. They’d pulled over for the night, preferring to stay within the vehicle than risk another roadside motel.

There’s a rustle of movement at her side, and she turns her head to see Mason crouched awkwardly over her, limbs a disorganised mess across the backseat.

His grey stare is shadowed in the faint light, dark brows pulled low, concern creasing the sharp lines of his features.

He reaches out to her, movements slow and purposeful as his palm finds the side of her face, the warm pads of his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. 

Her cheeks are damp, and when she swallows, her throat feels hoarse, sore.

She breathes. One breath, two.

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tagging- okay! >:3 @chroniclesinlacuna @serenpedac @vryptidart @rhetoricalrogue @acryptidcreates @sollucets @slushrottweiler @pinksparkl @romirola @agentnatesewell @clonemaster-general <333

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #olivia and mason #I poke at this every few months or so hehehe #it's a fun romp #<3 #twc writing #is that my old writing tag? #wip wednesday

[phillipsgraves]

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries for Hela?

thank you!!

8. your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

Two days have passed. Tamlen is still missing and Athela has yet to wake from her slumber.

My magic keeps her alive for now, but already I feel the corruption inside of her, fighting against me. It is imperative we learn what dark magic was held in the Eluvian, lest the others fall victim to it. The Grey Warden seeks to destroy it, certain that this corruption is no other than the Blight. If he is correct, then perhaps it is time to move elsewhere.

But that is to be discussed a different time. While the hunters search for our missing clan member, I must ensure that this one makes it through the night. She'd been taken back to the camp by the Grey Warden, feverish and in a stupor before passing out, but she is a strong one. She will make it, but I pray Mythal guides her on this dangerous path.

— An excerpt from Keeper Marethari's notes on Athela Mahariel after her contact with the Eluvian, dated 9:30 Dragon

#oc: athela mahariel #my writing #asks #rhetoricalrogue

[alittlestarling]

Heavy armor, light armor, and werewolf for my favorite your gal Katja?

Heavy Armor: Do you carry a lot of stress? L O T S! Katja has lived her life for her family, basically, and carries the weight of responsibility around with her. Not to mention that, when she's revealed as Dragonborn, it adds more to her plate in terms of how she's seen, what she can do to help and how to protect herself and the people she loves. Needless to say, she deserves a fucking spa day at the end of this whole ordeal, give this girl a deep tissue massage and some mud masks and fruit-infused water.

Light Armor: What do you do to relax? Before everything, Katja would spend time reading. Outdoors was preferrable, but scrunched up by the fireside is a close second for favorite spots. She also loves to knit and, when they had the supplies, would try to stitch together blankets and socks for the cold. When she's High Queen, she still enjoys these things, but also has taken up new hobbies, like gardening for fun (not survival) and learning to weave. A cup of tea at night, her partners in bed with her, and a good book to read aloud is a wonderful way to unwind after long days of rebuilding Skyrim.

Werewolf: Do you prefer the wilderness or civilization? Both in equal measure. Anneka has now inherited the running around hunting genes Katja originally had, but she still has a soft spot for venturing away from the towns, either on foot or horseback, to pick flowers and herbs or to enjoy the sunlight on a spring day. The cities she's learned to love more because, once she started traveling all across the continent, she was able to enjoy this life of wanderlust that she never thought she'd wanted until then. She had spent her entire young adult and into early adulthood life in a small hamlet in the Rift; the world is so much bigger and brighter than that slice of land. Cities have a lot of interesting people and new foods to eat, what's not to enjoy?

#katja alandersdottir #skyrim asks #i love my nord bab #rhetoricalrogue #thanks for the ask mwah mwah

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies and @socially-awkward-skeleton to post a wip! Thank you!!

no pressure tags to: @detectivelokis @corvosattano @marivenah @shegetsburned @simonxriley @jacobseed @minaharkers @roofgeese @unholymilf @aceghosts @jinfromyarikawa @chuckhansen @queennymeria @risingsh0t @jendoe @phillipsgraves @sstewyhosseini @florbelles @nokstella @indorilnerevarine @rhetoricalrogue + anyone else who might wanna share a wip!

I’ve been slowly chiseling away at my wips through my COVID haze, so have some drama I’ve been cooking up:

Luthen waved his hand and turned on his heel. “Take a walk with me, Bix.”

“What’s going on?” she asked warily as she fell into step beside him.

“I figured you should hear it from me before word spreads around.” He took in a deep breath that straightened his spine, but refused to look at the mechanic. “The mission was successful, but Imogen won’t be coming back. She… Well, she achieved the redemption she sought. The rebellion will benefit from her sacrifice.”

It took a moment for Bix to fully understand. Her steps faltered as her heart plummeted, her blood running so abruptly cold that everything around her swayed for a terrifying moment. “How do you know she’s…?” 

Luthen halted as well, it seemed his gaze shifted to anywhere other than Bix. “Her ship was shot down before it breached the atmosphere.”

“And you sent someone to search the wreckage?”

A steely, unreadable expression landed on Bix and stayed there for what felt like eternity, locking her in place and forcing her to hear his next words. Luthen shook his head resolutely and said “No need. I saw it myself, no one could have survived that explosion.”

Bix narrowed her eyes. Luthen’s tone sounded far too tense with an edge sharp enough to cut the air between them. She realized a warning lay buried beneath his facade. He did not want her to pry any further. Just like that, all of the pieces fell into place and she saw right through him. “I know what this is.” 

“And what is this?”

“It was you,” Bix accused, heat flaring up her neck as her fists clenched. “You’ve been waiting for a reason to cut Imogen loose and she gave it to you when she killed Gorst. I didn’t think you were stupid enough to waste an asset like her, but I guess that makes me a fool, too.”

Luthen remained still, much like Imogen did whenever Bix to put her on the spot. “Don’t presume to think you understand anything.”

The mechanic advanced aggressively. A huge part of her wanted nothing more than to take a swing at him. To grab him by the shoulders and shake him and make him regret what he took from her. But Bix still struggled to make sense of this loss. She didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t. “She can help us win this war.”

“She would have helped us lose it!” he shouted. Suddenly it felt like Luthen grew a foot taller, bearing down on Bix as if she were a child. “Someone with her kind of power and her darkness can never be controlled. It can be channeled, yes, but only briefly. That couldn’t have been done without you, but it was just a matter of time before we were all swept up in her destructive wake as well. I did you a favor, Bix. She would have grown bored of this life. She would have grown bored of you.”

Bix leaned in close. Her eyes burned and her voice shook as much as the rest of her, but she didn’t care. “You have no idea how wrong you are. I’m going to find her. If she’s alive, I won’t stop whatever retribution she has planned for you. And if she really is dead…” her chest seized painfully at the prospect, but she did not waver. “Then you’ll have me to deal with.”

#my writing #oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #been obsessed with Luthen/Imogen lately #cause I think they are very similar and very different and would conspire against each other because of it lmao #and also obsessed with Bix insisting there’s so much more to Imogen because she’s SEEN it but no one else has #she would be so frustrated cause she also sees the effort that Imogen makes and how difficult it is for her #but she’s TRYING and not many people care to give her a chance

[gothimp]

You see a moss covered sword rise to the surface of the pond, breaking through the thin film of scum as the floating lilies shift out of the way. A woman’s whisper dances past your ears like the breeze.

[ feed the sword ] [ leave the sword ]

tagged by @gelvaan to use this so here’s my dormant and awakened forms!! ✨⚔️ tagging @sizzlingtofu ofc @rhetoricalrogue @halsin @aelyosos @chaoticsoft @mapeslyrup @lyriumrain @opaleyedprince @devilbrakers + anyone else who might want to!! pls tag me! 💗

#tag games #dash games #i got to into this sry 🤧

[curvyelf-moved]

Ruhna (half elf sorcerer/warlock) • Esra (human rogue) • Crowe (fallen aasimar wizard) • Miavyr (moon elf druid)

Tagged by @aelyosos to make some ocs with this picrew ✨

Tagging: @katstwistedmind @boocatley @ivaerleth @rhetoricalrogue @elluvians if you guys want to!! + anyone else who wants to

#i know i did all dnd woops but if i get tagged again ill do some DA/ME/RE ocs #curvyelf ocs #tag games #oc: crowe #oc: ruhna #oc: esra villette #oc: miavyr #also like how i ended up making 3 goths + sweet baby ruhna

[ladiemars]

i was tagged by @almondmp4 to share my lock screen, last song listened to, and last image saved

tagging @pixelnights @songofsoma @mild-g0th @rhetoricalrogue @straightuppotato-art and whoever else would like to participate ✨

#i love tag memes i’m a simple woman #can i just say i took the lockscreen myself in the rockies #it’s not a boring stock image i swear #mars talks

[crownrots]

🐦‍⬛ phillipa marwood (bg3) | 🪙 aerona zonvasses (bg3)

🩰 astrid whittington (bg3) | 🐺 varyamë of the lythari (bg3)

🍒 dory sinclair (tcmg) | 🍓 sandra underwood (tcmg)

🎨 daisy dunn (tcm) | 🔐 wynter madison (tcm)

💎 charlie burch (tcm) | 🦷 sosie sanchez (tcm)

TAGGED BY @corvosattano , @leviiackrman & @carlosoliveiraa to use this picrew, thank you 💞

TAGGING @queennymeria , @loriane-elmuerto , @shellibisshe , @countessrooster , @lucky-107 , @risingsh0t , @thedeadthree , @faerune , @jennystahl , @nightbloodbix , @rhetoricalrogue , @jackiesarch , @florbelles , @simonxriley , @shadowglens , @arborstone , @arthrmorgann , @sunites + anybody else that wants to do it!

#t: picrews #c: phillipa #c: aerona #c: astrid #c: varyamë #c: dory #c: sandra #c: daisy #c: winnie #c: charlie #c: sosie