eating fire is your ambition: to swallow the flame down, take it into your mouth and shoot it forth, a short or an incandescent tongue, a word exploding from you in gold, crimson unrolling in a brilliant scroll. TO BE LIT UP FROM WITHIN. VEIN BY VEIN. TO BE THE SUN. ©
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sighs. i’m still taking a break from this blog, however, i have the most muse for my original characters on here, and i’d like to write them. so i most likely will be removing my dnd ocs from this blog and putting them on their own separate multimuse. once i’ve got that all squared away, i’ll link them here.
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in case y’all were wondering why most of my dnd ocs have broken pinterest links on my blog, it’s because i’m dming a game w/ them in it and i turned the board to secret so spoilers were not given to my characters.
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i am experiencing anders brainrot so you can find me over here
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my life: girl don’t do it
me: don’t worry girl, i’m not gonna do it.
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it’s okay to murder people but it’s not okay to disrespect your wife btw
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Anders + The Circle of Magi + The Last Straw
i did this for Januanders.
based on a beautiful illustration by illus-bal.
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The Hanged Man - Redemption through sacrifice. Enforced sacrifice. Suffering. Suspension, restriction, letting go.
Martyrdom, indecision, delay. Punishment. Loss. Defeat. Failure. Death.
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@hcroesjcurney sent: "are you still not talking to me?" merrill to fenris
“ i have nothing to say. ” and he didn’t. their conversations always ended up.... tense. to put it lightly, and he wasn’t in the mood for it. ( he didn’t hate her for being the way she was, it was just a matter of being too stuck in her own head to see a different perspective. ) “ if i have something to say, i will say it. ”
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thundersworn:
maqyaža couldn’t take their eyes off the small being. they hesitated to call it a dragon, even though it bore the appearance of one (albeit much smaller). though sensitive to magic, they were so engrossed in trying to ascertain the nature of this entity that they did not even register pasheeva’s usage of her ability.
“a familiar,” they repeated back, blinking as they watched opal disappear and reappear on pasheeva’s command. “but you are a not a dragon, and neither is this opal. what manner of beast is an opal?” their curiosity got the better of them. humans were such odd creatures. the way that their magic manifested often intrigued maqyaža … from a distance.
“if you are a yend, where is your clan?” suspicion began to rise in their gaze, wondering if she had been cast out of her home for some reason.
her arms dropped back to her side, “ well technically speaking, an opal is a gemstone, formed from silica. but it is multicolored, usually. shades of red, yellow, green pretty much any color. she looks like one. ” she gestured to the multicolored scales along the familiar’s body, pastel shades of red, yellow, green, and blue.
“ i named her after the stone. but she is a pseudodragon. not an actual dragon, of course, but draconic in nature. she’s more like a cat than anything else. ” the dragon on her shoulder made a series of vocalizations, curious sounds, though not true language. opal continued to look at the other with a look of curiosity.
the warlock’s brows furrowed, for a brief moment. “ i left them. not because they wanted me gone, in fact, they’d have preferred i stay. but the people that raised me are not my parents, my blood. i never knew them. ” it was sad, actually. she had all the love in the world, abandoning it all to find a father that may not have actually wanted her to begin with. “ and aside from that, i feel compelled to help those who need it. sitting at home with the people that raised me was not going to help me accomplish that. ”
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@hcroesjcurney sent: "leave the poor spiders alone." from merrill to garrett
“ they’re creepy ! ” he was pulling his dagger from the creature’s back, wearing a face of pure disgust as he wiped the blood off on his trousers. “ and they attacked me first, merrill ! what am i supposed to do ? stand here and wait for one of them to roll me up, stick me in their web and wait until they decide to have me for dinner ? ”
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