Face Thy Destiny ✨
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what is your character arc ?
tary. romance / friendship arc
you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that’s okay. it’s harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that’s what your story is all about—not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs & a table & you will shit your blinds, & you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, & you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight—never to hold.
eadwulf. corruption arc
so. you got worse. & i’m not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden & waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you & watched it grow. either way, it’s there now & you hold it in your fist like a second heart—this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth & using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, & a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it’s hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.
TAGGED BY : @tricktress & @hellesfeuer
TAGGING : you !
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things broke occasionally. occasionally because often times things were broken to begin with. it’s annoying sometimes to have progress halt all because of a a broken tool, dull edge or snapped strap of leather breaking his pack, but fixes cost money & that’s never in easy supply. still, eadwulf, ever the observer, has taken to noticing when the worn marks on something dip into dangerous territory. there’s not often much he wants for himself aside from practical purchases, so it’s no burden to slip into a shop & carefully count out his coins. he has no need for books, but he does have need for new laces.
❛ they need replacing, bren. ❜ eadwulf states. calm, perfunctory & quiet. as someone on his feet so often, he takes particular notice of people’s boots & footwear. it all begins with a single step, he thinks mildly. with an edge of something that tastes of copper. ❛ it’s dangerous, otherwise—ah. there was a sale at the bookstore. ❜
SHORT STARTERS : @hellesfeuer
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the godspell brothers
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@soulwept : ❛ why are all these big men making speeches to me !? ❜
❛ aren’t most men bigger than you ? ❜ sixon asks, tilting his head. from anyone else, it might have carried a teasing tone. might have even been sarcastic, biting or a backwards kind of comforting. but from sixton, it’s an observation. nothing tethered with any sort of emotional carryover or intent, simply a factual conclusion. he doesn’t even look up from his notes.
❛ in any case, i'm not sure. i’m not privy to the minds of those who can make such speeches. they’re a breed unto themselves. ❜ sixton doesn’t talk a lot. maybe it’s a little obvious. ❛ what kind of things are they saying ? ❜
CRITICAL ROLE C2 SENTENCES : accepting
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CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 2 SENTENCE STARTERS PT.1
from episodes one through eight – feel free to change pronouns/add names/ect!
“Why are all these big men making speeches to me?!”
“So was she like a person that you shrunk down into a hummingbird?”
“She is who she is, baby. Just like you.“
“This big guy has me worried, nobody’s able to hit shit.”
“My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined."
"I don’t want to alarm anyone, but that was fucking efficient."
"I’m willing to part with these here pickles."
"You ever chugged a bunch of insecticide that’s a bad day.”
“Oh my god ! They probably weren’t wearing any underwear, were they?"
"Every time I try and show off it never works.”
“What can of establishment do you take me for?”
“Well my social anxiety is getting the best of me I’m taking a walk good bye.”
“Nope. I hadn’t considered that terrifying thought, but thanks.”
“Did you say I’m fucking irritable?!”
“I’m a dirty hobo and I reek like yesterday’s garbage."
“I don’t care but now I feel guilty.”
"I’m either a clown or I’m a toad killer!”
“Your days are gonna be the days that you’re gonna have”
“I’ve got a problem with authority.”
“What? Where am I? Who are you? Why are you following me?!"
“House Keeping! Is anybody locked in here?”
"Do you think they charge an arm and a leg?”
“I think there’s something evil afoot.”
"…I’ve been called worse.“
"I have an intelligence of fourteen, I know what I’m doing.”
“A handful of wandering destinies slowly begin to intersect.”
“Any magic kills a goblin instantly."
"Yea sure, they’ll totally kill me… you can leave.”
“This ain’t my first rodeo baby, thank you.”
“That’s a badass motherfucker, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Yeah. I’m so about it. He’s so cool.”
“I screwed the pooch. I think ya’ll need to fucking join us.”
“Let’s take them on. I feel like I’ve never felt. You and me, let’s take them.”
“Why are you big men making these weird speeches to me?!”
“Why did you drop a ball bearing down there?”
“Let’s /try/ later. Why don’t we do things we’ve done before?”
“He was burned alive in front of me…”
“I have killed people before in defense. But not like that.”
“Look over here…. you look like a nerd.”
“I don’t move at the speed of your thought.”
“It’s murder time in the campaign.”
“Before we can get to that, I just have to say you’re, respectfully, terribly flithy.”
“Oh, you’re just an excitable little friend there, aren’t you?”
“ ____?! What have you done to ____?! What have you done to _____?!”
“Ho, ho, ho! Well, that’s just impressive.”
“That’s adorable and I’m not gonna lie, I like it better.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disrespect your invitation.”
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sometimes i draw
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Munday meme!
Send me a ⍎ and I’ll record myself reading out a passage from one of our roleplays together and post it!
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@deathinherited : mamihlapinatapei, the look between two people in which each loves the other, but is too afraid to make the first move.
neither of them had talked about anything apart from the initial offer. the rare initiative from sixton godspell himself who, to this day, was still processing that sudden decision of his. devlin had taken it better. he usually did. simply looked at cassius when two came home instead of the usual one, eyes cold & critical. he didn’t say anything apart from noting that the living room got cold in the evening, but the couch was quite comfortable & then smiled before disappearing into his own room. sixton made dinner & pointed out where the spare sheets were stored. he said good night, hovering for a second as cassius started to settle. the unfamiliar sight of someone else in his home. someone moving, setting up the couch for tonight——
sixton turned around, deciding that he really had nothing to say at all.
the night passed. sixton blinked the seawater from his eyes & tied his hair low as he always did before noting the smell of food in the air. cassius made breakfast. the medical professional in him noted his stilted movements. the way he would gingerly hold himself as if trying his best to avoid aggravating something. it’s——strange. they talked. a little awkward & a little halting, sixton’s absolute inexperience fumbling with his words. but they did talk. nothing about the things both clearly wanted to avoid, but that left them breakfast & the quiet morning so it wasn’t terrible in that respect. it might have even been picturesque. the faint strips of orange colouring the kitchen walls & turning part of cassius’ hair gold. sixton didn’t examine that too closely & were he aware of it, he would have seen cassius doing the same.
they went to work & went their separate ways. sixton went back home & cassius went back to covenant garden.
devlin hadn’t raised a brow, but he did open his mouth —— ❛ just you today ? ❜ sixton frowned, uncertain of how he felt about the last word in the sentence. devlin didn’t seem to mind when no answer came. that was just how the godspell brothers functioned these days.
sixton waded through the next week of dreams. the sea, ever present. salt water & brackish tide, cold & dark. he blinked upon waking, fingers trembling as he rubbed the insomnia from his eyes & tied his hair. occasionally he’d dream about people. his father, mostly, because that trauma was fresh again in his mind. but there were others. miriam, adelaide, guinevere, winnifred & ——
he sighed. at least he wasn’t the only one who seemed to suffer from sleepless nights. there was something about shared misery. sixton didn’t think he should find that comforting, but he also didn’t feel particularly put together enough to care.
cassius did look worse. haggard & sluggish, even beyond what his still-healing wounds would have imposed upon him in the first place. basic human sympathy was something that he was capable of. something in him did feel bad at the sight. at the additional knowledge of everything that cassius must be holding inside him. they all had their aftermath to sort out. cassius’ just seemed more raw than the rest. the scattered sawdust, the brown eyes.
sixton approached him. & here was something you should know about sixton godspell & his eyes——they’re a dark brown. everyone knew this because despite everything about him, sixton always looked at people clearly. met their gaze with his own tired, dead fish-like eyes hidden behind a thick layer of glass. he’d blink sometimes. his pupils would shake or he’d narrow his eyes in suspicion, but he always looked & he very rarely turned away.
❛ for as long as you need, ❜ sixton said, starting in the middle of the string of phrases he had hastily pasted together that might have been able to pass as a conversation. stay for the night, he had said. for as long as you need. he continued, ❛ there’s no expiration date. ❜
he walked away before he could say anything else, missing out on seeing cassius’ head tilt up, watching as sixton’s back grew smaller in the distance.
days passed. then another week. then a month since their disastrous orientation. & then they were back here again. two people in the same cab, silent as ever. devlin didn’t say a word, though he did catch sixton’s gaze as he left the living room to them. silent, cursory & ... encouraging ?
❛ i’m not imposing, am i ? ❜ cassius had started. he looked at the door devlin had disappeared behind & said nothing for a while. his gaze returned to sixton. ❛ how does he feel about this ? ❜
somehow, sixton didn’t think they were actually talking about his brother. ❛ he liked the breakfast you made. ❜ that was true. devlin liked good food made by good people. sixton thought about closed doors. the sparse conversations & abysmal hospitality skills. ❛ he’s ... shy. ❜
he swore he heard a muffled snort in the distance. cassius looked at him for a long time. it was a complicated gaze. it didn’t feel bad. just ... unfamiliar. it wasn’t the calculating & vaguely displeased gaze watson wore the last time sixton ever saw him. it wasn’t the somewhat pitying & regretful gaze devlin occasionally tossed his way. it wasn’t anything sixton had ever seen someone direct at himself.
that unsettled feeling again. more noisy than before.
❛ okay, ❜ cassius decided eventually. they left it at that. didn’t bring it up again during dinner or during their good nights later that evening. didn’t say a word as they had breakfast & then went to work together.
didn’t acknowledge it when they came back to sixton’s home that night. & the night after that. the following weekend & the week after that.
sixton learned to become familiar with the way cassius made tea. had a cup handed to him one night while he trembled, eyes blank & mouth clamped tightly around his words. he learned to become familiar with the way cassius looked when he was hungover. when he wasn’t. when he had slept well & when he didn’t. he learned what cassius liked. what his expressions were for food he had enjoyed, food he tolerated & things he had a particular affection for. the look of the sun on his face, bleaching his lashes & highlighting the freckles scattered across his cheeks. the moon as well, tinted by the firelight. anger, sadness, passion & ... care. sixton learned the topics cassius liked to talk about, debate about & get riled up about. things he would say, the way he’d say them. the crinkling of skin as he smiled & the heavy sound of his voice as he confessed to murder. cassius’ steady presence at his side became familiar too. a hand on his shoulder or on the small of his back. their shoulders bumping together as they took a cab home, talking about work or nothing at all. his eyes. a lighter brown than sixton’s own. they were ... nice to look at. especially when cassius was looking at something important to him. sixton wondered when he learned what that look finally meant.
another month passed. somewhat easier, somewhat worse. cassius started to look better. like the weight he was carrying was slowly, but surely, being shaved off. sixton went back to his childhood home & lied about it & started filling more journals with things that hardly made sense.
they lived. together. orbited around, eyes meeting from across the room or over people’s shoulder. they walked around london for work & just to see the outside world again. though things were not always gentle to them, to each other, they were soft. sixton found a way to smile. he’d step into place next to cassius & his lips would bend upwards. just the tiniest bit, but sixton still remembered devlin’s face of shock the first time he had tried doing it. he found himself catching his reflection sometimes. his tired eyes that never found as much rest as he should. but they looked alive whenever sixton looked. present in the world he was beginning to find reasons to stay tethered to.
as sixton looked to cassius, so too did cassius look at six.
they boarded a train together. sixton fell asleep against cassius’ shoulder, already sluggish from a recent bout of bad dreams & made even more drowsy from the cold weather. they departed from the station & took a carriage with winnifred. it was nice to be with friends. it was even nicer to be together.
they worked as they were supposed to. did their due diligence, interviewing the aunt & the staff, talking amongst themselves as they had breakfast the next day.
& then things went wrong.
sixton & cassius went back home. a cab for two silent once more. devlin opened the door & looked at them, eyes cold & critical. sixton went first & started to make dinner. his head he kept down, his bangs falling in front of him like a barrier. he looked away. & cassius ?
cassius could not look sixton in the eye.
WORDS : selectively accepting
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The Avatar and the Fire Lord
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❝ This faint red glow begins to warm in front of you, like a tiny tinder flash that begins to burn into a bright flame… Until there before you, you see a massive glowing red eye that just peers into you, inspecting you, piercing you, looking around, to you, within you. No words, no language. You immediately feel this sense of fear and odd desperation, but it begins to subtly pull away as you feel it connect to you, like a single thought enters your mind, the light seems to swarm and fill your space.
And all it says is — without language, but feeling, emotion.
“Welcome.” “Welcome.” WELCOME. ❞
ind. caleb widogast of critical role, kindled by dean!
est. december 2020, not spoiler-free. (art cred.)
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random thoughts : eadwulf
youngest of the blumenthal trio
only child. his parents had him in and their late 30s, early 40s & are feeling that age. he used to always do what he could to ease his burden especially when he started growing taller than most people in the village.
helped a lot out with the farmers & also went out to collect firewood for several households. has a more intimate relationship with the hunters & would often accompany them to the edge of the woods, asking them questions about their traps, their methods & opinions
doesn’t really think much of stories or books, but appreciates their value nonetheless. around ten, he & his parents used to debate farming during dinner & before bed. he’s carried over this habit into his adulthood, taking to reviewing previous battles, battle / war tactics & maps of dangerous areas to help him sleep or while away a sleepless night. likes maps quite a bit, honestly. in another life, he would have liked to be a cartographer who traveled the world.
went to the academy more so to accompany bren. was curious about magic, sure, but he was very content with his life & probably would have refused because he was worried about his parents. stayed because of astrid.
really adept at the practical application of magic. is very good at observing people & copying them to an unerring degree of accuracy. he does well enough with theory, but it’s not as engaging for him. he learns best being thrown into the thick of it & figuring things out on his feet. which combined with his more tactical-driven mindset gives eadwulf a nice balance of being able to plan things out effectively, but adapt if need be.
huge protective instinct. ever since he was young, he’s had to be extremely conscious of himself & his strength. he likes the power of protecting himself & his own. this instinct has been warped to include the interests of the assembly & of course, trent.
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make your muse with this & tag your friends !
TAGGED BY : @hellesfeuer
TAGGING : @pluresque ( astrid ), @broughtflowers, @sennik ( dustin )
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ii. merlin
many years her senior, to merlin dot’s frustration is as understandable, as it is amusing. there are many advantages to youth, certainly — and though he looks young, many years have passed since he could really claim it for himself, but he still remembers what it’s like. her predicament is more serious than his, for sure, but all the same he gets the feeling quite well. ❝ there might be a lot of stabbing coming your way before they ever learn their lesson, i’m afraid, ❞ he tells her, but not before a snort that escapes him at her brazen words. ❝ but worry not. i think you have every chance of making your case quite successfully once it gets through the thick of the armour. ❞
her question brings a smile to merlin’s face, and something about his eyes seems to become rather nostalgic. he shifts in his seat, and memories pour into it — some fresh, some less so. it occurs to him, as he’s about to speak, that they are all not more than stories now, and a strange sort of feeling comes over him, but merlin expertly ignores it. ❝ oh, sure. plenty, ❞ he says in a bright tone and leans forward. ❝ many of them tried to stab me actually, especially when i was younger — less so after they actually knew who i was, but some tried anyway. there were possessed knights, and undead knights seeking vengeance, evil knight statues come to life… but i’ve known some great knights too. i’ve been great friends with some of them, and… well, you know. ❞ merlin smiles, but doesn’t elaborate.
there’s a lot of things dot would rather do without. whether it’s a deliberate eschewing of etiquette is a question for the ages, but doesn’t do well with false pleasantry or misguided concern. ❛ i’m very persistent & i’m very good with a blade, ❜ she mutters under her breath before shaking her head. the heated anger is already beginning to fade. oh, it’s still there. simmering as things always do in the backs of her eyes, but there’s something more important here. she likes merlin’s stories——something about him feels older than he looks. it’s not a terrible surprise. dot, a fellow victim to the impressions appearances can give, can only be sympathetic & a little curious. for some people, that was useful. they liked feeling underestimated & the advantage that brought. dot simply doesn’t have the patience for that.
❛ that sounds complicated, ❜ dot says. it does. he’s lived a busy life, it seems. if that’s the shorthand for it, dot can only imagine the full scope of the tapestry he’s weaving. the life he’s lived. she tilts her head. ❛ i don’t actually know & if you’d like to keep it that way, that’s fine. you don’t talk in specifics very often, merlin. at least——when it comes to the past. ❜
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v. caleb
HE IS ALWAYS THE KINDER OF THE TWO, THOUGH UNEXPECTED BY MOST NOW, HE EXPECTS. eadwulf, made of bricks, taller than most in the village at fifteen, already a man in body when they are still boys — eadwulf is the kinder of the two. he is more thoughtful of others than bren has the patience or selflessness to be back then ( too wrapped up in his dreams, his wishes to make something of himself, how the compliments of his parents and the villagers around him swell his head ), gentler with his strength. another casualty to caleb’s list — that boy from blumenthal, not the man beside him.
“ i will never be clean either, ” he returns. “ i can never . . . undo what i have done. i . . . can never forget it. i should never forget it. ” he does not deserve to forget it. “ but . . . i can leave this world better — protect who i can, where i can. so can you. ”
none of them can escape from the path. eadwulf has done a lot. if there existed a line then he had crossed it. under duress, under threat & under his own will. all of them mixed together & it was difficult to pick apart. layered threads spooled around old fingers. eadwulf might have once been kinder, but it is bren——caleb that has always forged ahead. eadwulf, feet stuck in the mud & uncertain of what is his & what he’s been made to claim. he’s lost a lot of himself. he’s perceptive enough to be aware of that & perhaps, perhaps, there’s power in that.
something, someone beats inside him. heavy & desperate. ❛ br—— ... caleb. i’m making my own choices too. ❜ he had decided long ago that no matter what enemies they made, what they had to do——he’d stay with astrid. eadwulf didn’t think he could be ‘ good ’, but he could do good by her. ❛ my world just happens to be smaller. more manageable——for the moment. i’m not so heartless to think it can stop at that, but i don’t think i can handle anything on a grander scale at the moment. i apologize if you had hoped for more. ❜
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i’ve read a fic where holmes wore eyeliner and i felt obliged to draw it
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