death becomes her.

all i ever wanted was the world.

[bhaalbie]

an indepedent, private, selective roleplay blog for an original interpretation of the dark urge from baldur's gate 3. written by billy / seth / joe. major spoilers ahead, please read rules before interacting. mains: @palespawn.

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@drunivers

the room is silent. her heart is loud, loud, loud. there's only a distant drip. blood hitting the floor, running down at her feet. she isn't entirely there, she is hunger, she is a blade. it is rare, where the violence isn't a decision. where she is only instrument. she turns, corpses laid about. she isn't an assassin there is a lack of elegance in the results but not in her poise.

dahlya turns to look at him, eyes almost red. a ghost. a mirage. the blade is neatly tucked away, and she licks her lips clean. "there. problem solved." no more guards inconveniencing her, them. this moment between the two. "-now let's talk."

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dahlya being taught compassion being taught actual unconditional love

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my personal interpretation for dahlya as the chosen of bhaal is brat princess daughter, i think she is more royalty than priestess, not that she isn't involved in the church of bhaal but she just gives off that vibe more than anything else

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something that is very interesting to me is while her memories are sealed away dahlya is constantly fantasizing about what type of person she is based on her likes and wants...

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we are so back #wearesoback

[favoriteache]

my, this place is fun. /for gale

the goblin camp makes itself dance around them; the singing, the drinks overflowing, and in the middle of it, a bard singing his last songs. a ruinous place, where tarnished souls flock like moths to a flame. the wizard finds himself wishing he had stayed at camp with the rest of their merry band, rather than stepping in dahlya's footsteps.

the sun, unforgiving, troubles him nearly as much as the battle drums: sweat gathers, both from overheating and actual discomfort at the hundred eyes following their every footsteps. the sorceress' words make him choke on a laugh; a nasty thing coming out of his throat. "by the gods, is that what you call fun?" he asks, not quite asking-- perhaps fearful of honesty coming from his companion.

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it's lively, the smell and look of the place is abhorrent and unrefined, but not everything can be dripping in gold and shiny. it is here however that it really shapes up to be a party. quite a shame they have to crash it. eventually.

she can sense gale being nervous, confirmed if only by the half swallowed laugh. she overlooks the camp, eyes trail and she puts a finger up, counting as she lists off: "there's music, entertainment, drinks, some of what they are cooking must be edible. i'd say gale haven't you had fun like this in a while, now have you?" dahlya is only allowed to make such remarks because everything framing her past is but a blur, her tail sways gently while a smirk is on her face, tail nudges him on the leg lightly in order to calm him down, appease him. he is so tightly wound up, someone would think he'd snap at any given point.

"-now, for a plan. we do have business to attend to. no time to indulge." she may be perhaps too much, but she's learning now how to exist as a group. and gale's smart. it's why she brought him here.

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the smell of blood. coppery, metallic and rich is what eventually brings her back to. blinks her eyes into focus, and it's warm everywhere, cleaning into every piece of her armor, the fabrics beneath them. she gasps, like being reborn every time. then a figure, familiar, unfamiliar dahlya cannot decide. but she is drenched in blood, with the back of her hand she attempts to wipe her cheek. something stirs within her, wishing for a taste.

then she feels a disgusting crawling sensation. disdain suddenly in her eyes. it is only her and @cuntlike in the room in the abandoned temple, a trail of mangled bodies surrounding them. "what are you staring at?" impatient, bratty but utterly scared. "is there something on my face?"

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like this for a dahlya covered in blood starter

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     He would be lying     if the sight of their newest visitor being reduced to an unrecognizable mess of guts  &  gore didn't make his stomach turn. The tiefling has seen plenty of death in the past, was almost priding himself with how little he was affected by seeing bodies, however, Alfira's was something spun out of nightmares. The last thing this group needed was a murder mystery to solve  ;  yet, here they are.

Dahlya has been acting suspicious enough to make Bernard question his companion. He really, truthfully did not want to feel that way. But so did he not want to leave a murderer in their midst. Her wittiness was lacking, she was fumbling just a tiny bit. Perhaps only a normal reaction to waking up to a dead tiefling at camp.

    ❝A word, Dahl. ❞    The helmite announced while walking towards his kin. Shoulders remaining broad  –  something intimidating  –  then again, voice level to keep her from getting even weirder than she already is. Not waiting for approval, he pushed the start of their conversation.

     ❝ Don't have to tell you how dangerous it is if we just ignore the elephant in the room, so I'll ask you again in private. No crowd. Did you see anything out of place  –  hear anything out of place  –  last night   ?   Goblins  &  gnolls hardly cause that kind of . . . ❞    The paladin waved a hand through the air, leaving the rest of his sentence open to interpretation.

     ❝ You should not cover anyone, if you know more. Situation's serious. ❞

all dahlya can see is the gore and carnage in her hands. another tiefling, gutted. ripped at the seams, unraveled in such a grotesque way. it made her sick when she came to. it makes her sick now. her tails is wagging lightly, in an attempt to calm down. bernard's like a fucking tree, spans over the horizon. clouds everything in sight, something animal in her wants to claw her hair out. but then she simply finds a stray lock of her hair and pretends to busy herself with it.

she only meets his eyes when he starts, gets going even. she pushes her lips together. enough to get the mask on, lie, lie, lie, lie her way out. "i didn't. i am not." she starts, short. sweet. "-i'm simply frazzled." she waves the entire thing off. bites her inner cheek. "it just. snapped a memory of mine into place, is all. you know how i can't remember a bloody thing. and this morning, seeing her. like that. it's." beautiful, divine, so worth the effort spent for the blood to be weaved in such a graceful manner, death of the utmost violence bestowed only by the most sacred of killers. "-too much. i can appreciate a good planned assassination, you know but this isn't that. i don't know what this is. i don't know who could have done something like this." perhaps a lie could go in hand with a truth? she is disturbed, not remorseful, no not entirely. this satiated a hunger deep within her.

"you have to believe me." it's pathetic, it's a low blow, tail curled on her own leg then. looking up at him, pleading. treacherous little thing what have you lowered yourself to? you should be able to kill, wipe them off, drink their blood and taste their flesh.

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thinking about dahlya

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like this for a dahlya covered in blood starter

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i feel like I always say this but I keep wanting to point it out but for dahlya it’s not just the murdering and the killing but importantly the lack of agency and control she has under bhaal

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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the nightmare, again?

her heart is rabbitting in her chest, such an unknown feeling for animal used to the hunt. images pass through her head, her hand on her chest. holding. astarion seems to be guarding over her. and he's alive, very much. so is the rest of the party. these terrors loop and torment her. the violence isn't what disturbs her but rather who they are directed at.

her teeth used to tearing down flesh, blood sweet and warm at the edges of her lips.

violet eyes, turn to him as he speaks. her breathe jagged. her only constant, the only light. even as things have shifted between them, this unknowable unspeakable thing. "yes." it's quiet. she does not know who sends these visions to her. they drive her mad, make her feel ill. "-i feel sick." she says outloud, too scared and weak to reach out for him. but she craves the touch. her tail wraps around herself in his tent. his eyes look alive, red and deep and that calms her down only slightly.

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rotating dahlya in my head

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like this to plot !