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[d3athwaltz]

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[eurodynamic]

Break the chains... and be beautiful in sin. LILITH, DAUGHTER OF HATRED ・ DIABLO IV (2023)

[d3athwaltz]

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[d3athwaltz]

sub marazhai is the elite option.

[kcdeliverance]

bg3challenge» 1/2 unromancable characters you wish you could romance: raphael

[d3athwaltz]

(from dukane to maz) ' go ahead, make it worse. '

  STIRRING THE POT STARTERS  …   「✦  a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!   「 go ahead, make it worse  」  -   FROM @zaratustran  /  dukane.          

        his response was instantaneous. within a blink he was, as usual, depriving her of personal space. marazhai slammed his right hand against the wall that was directly behind her. the mere force of his speed & strength combined caused the steel to rattle while his thin, lank frame hung over her; malevolent gaze peering down. " look at you, " he hissed, " still baring your teeth when you should be holding your breath. " form went from dangerous, ragged  breathing, to a immediate stillness & control. a soft, breathless laugh soon rattled in his chest, like a sound completely devoid of warmth that truly was never there to begin with. eyes dilated, taking in every ounce of her defiance. he looked at her pulse, studying her breathing pattern, the way her blood flow increased while heart rate amplified --- but not in fear. in pure adrenaline, as if she too was hunting. it was [ ... ] excitement ? there was a long draw out in the moment, he was drinking in everything. the clawed hand that press against the steel above her tapped at the cold material a few times.

his voice dropped now, into a sibilant, rolling drawl that made every vowel sound like a promise. " you think you are the hunter in this cage. but you forget what i am. i have no use for your submission. i want your struggle. "

[d3athwaltz]

i've hit people for less. / caleb for eddie <3

  STIRRING THE POT STARTERS   …    「✦  a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!    「 i've    hit    people    for    less  」   -   FROM @scumb4gs  /  caleb.          

        " is that any way to speak to the man that loves you ? " tone was gentle, almost appearing heartbroken at those words. but why? why would his chosen bride say such harsh words to him. the groom tilt his head, allowing that blood-shot gaze to sweep over the reagent's shoulders [ ... ] his arms. eddie didn't look at his muscular build with intimidation; he looked at it was a clinical, though patronizing curiosity. like a tailor examining a suit that needs some drastic alterations. " after everything i've done to prepare our home? you break my heart, darling. you really do. " there was a step forward, another inch clipped away between the two of them. & for a moment more eddie held a softness in his features; everything he spoke came from true belief. " oh, look at you. you're panting. that little heart of yours is racing, isn't it? " he took another step, like snipping away another piece of fabric, effortlessly closing in more on caleb. " we can discuss things, my dear. we're going to be together forever, we must learn to have proper conversation. "

[angel-sephiroth]

Aren't we fancy?

[zaratustran]

@d3athwaltz yapped for a starter

" i find it disheartening your master did not see it fit to speak to me themselves. not matter, " clearly it did, because dukane does not bother to hide the disgust that curls her lip as she glares up at him.

von valancius, is it ?? one head of the triune dragon, the wyrm which hoards and suffocates the expanse of koronus proper. a name is not enough to rally the commissar's attention, and this is not the segmentum obscurus; even dukane can not deny the alien's master and her crested, vaunted warrant of trade. a matter of divine mandate, they'd assure her. and she is honoring it — rest assured — by virtue of not splattering his thinking flesh-matter and the skull which houses it across the back wall of her command bridge.

"the interrogator and his ilk might recognize the legitimacy of house von valancius' authority. this is fine for them: i do not. the 53rd posses enough artillery reserve to level the surface of atoma prime fifteen times over. in short, it is that your guns are not big enough for me to care. this is my war to prosecute. i'll speak to the rogue trader, not their dog. "

[d3athwaltz]

        his silhouette was impossibly, unnervingly still while clawed hands were held so perfectly behind his back. there was a wicked smirk that sat on pale features & it was clear that as her insults landed, not one bruised his vanity. no, the dark eldar reacted in subtle movement. the way his chin tilt up slightly, a deep inhale as if he were taking in the scent of his surroundings. it was the rapturous intoxication, how her intensity had merely whetted his appetite. from the moment he made presence it was the striking of fear, hatred, anger that came to him from all directions & it was so [ ... ] stimulating. but from the commissar? there was a sickening sweetness that was unique to her. he was betrayed by the faint twitch of his brow, like a subtle animalistic response to the exquisite thrill humming through his veins.

when he finally moved it was perfected --- calculated in fluidity & disjointed elegance simply unique to the commorite elite. hands still remained held behind him, that smirk now a smile. he utterly invaded her personal space, allowing that thin, tall frame to lean forth & loom. almost appearing as though he was asserting dominance while mocking her height in comparison to his own. " a dog? oh, what a delightfully vicious little mouth you possess, mon-keigh," words laced in a purr, his tone was low but with a velour rasp in which caressed her flesh with all the tender mercy of a flaying knife. " you bare your teeth with such winsome futility. it makes me wonder [ ... ] if i were to sink my fangs into that splendid throat of yours, would the symphony of your screams match the vulgarity of your bark? "

then --- slowly, with calculated, torturous absence of haste, the dark eldar would lean down futher, lifting a single, obsidian clawed glove. there was the threat to lightly track the contours of her jawline but he paused. that fiendish smile twisting further into something darker. hungrier. there was looming pause & then he retracted, arm placed neatly behind his form once more & posture straightened. marazhai swiftly moved past her in a saunter that showed how deep his amusement went with this situation. the sudden snap back to nonchalant when only moments ago he dare visibly display the idea of touching her with sensuality. almost salivating at how much disgust, rage & perhaps shame that would twist within her had he gone through with the action. ah, but he rather play with her first. he was in no desire to rush this.

" you invoke your petty mantle of authority as though your mon-keigh titles could ever shackle my whims. house von valancius is nothing more than a gilded menagerie i deign to grace with my presence [ ... ] & i assure you, i wear no master's collar. " words were drenched in pride & confidence. his steps were slow, barely heard like a predator stalking. marazhai had moved past dukane with precision, only to slowly peer over shoulder, lowering himself again. " so keep denying me. your stubborn pride is a nectar sweeter than you can fathom. you may think you are punishing me, yet you are merely fueling a beast you would give your very soul to keep asleep. you will speak with me, or continue to feed my appetite & discover just exactly how ruinous my gratification can be. "

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[allynnajenkins]

[d3athwaltz]

* ⤹ 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚄𝚂   𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰 ; minor lore summary.

the half-elf child of a noble human man & unknown elven woman --- abandoned by his mother & left with his father, he was neglected & set to take care of himself due to his father fearing the threat of his reputation over his affair & the child that came with it. the absolute scandal it would have been. cassius fell into a madness in that isolation, living in an abandoned wing of his father's estate as the shame. the secret. that is where a hatred grew within in him. denied the knowledge of his elven heritage & denied the birthright to nobility. through it all he coped with his imagination, creating stories & characters with it, learning to steal fabrics, materials to create costumes, & overall survival.

when he could, he would sneak into the grand parties his father threw, watching from the shadows of the world he wasn't allowed to experience. however, it was always the performers that would catch his eye. over the years, cassius spent all waking hours in his imagination, creating, getting lost, & eventually seeking out these performers where he learned skills of acrobatics & contortionism. from one crowd to another he managed to fall into darker groups of thieves & assassins where he finally polished his skills in stealth, theft & related forms of combat, even coming to master & define styles of his own. finally, his first ever contracted kill was his father. a rather disliked man for his greed, cruelty & dishonesty. he then, in that moment, became the master of his fate in one bloody, theatrical stroke.

his face --- the costume ... it is worn to cover who cassius is, what he is, & to have control of how the world views him. his true self was unwelcome. it's now about the performance he chooses to show. the only visible aspects of him are the dual coloured eyes of brown & gold; the eyes of one who is linked to two worlds that never merged as one for him. two sides that he never got to experience. there is a resentment there deep within him. cassius learned to weaponize charm because sincerity never secured him affection from his father, or even really acknowledgement for that matter.

cassius comes to now frequent spaces of nobility but as a haunting poison in their ears. attending their balls & events as a charismatic masked stranger who flirts with every lady & lord, speaks words to brew paranoia & stress, knowing how fragile their egos are & desperate to maintain status & power, causing chaos within the ranks of nobility out of his hatred for them. he is known to take high profile contracts to kill the elite power: nobles, politicians, & the like. he's extremely good at it.

[d3athwaltz]

given all the campaigns i have played with cassius & the muses i've written/developed him with, he leans more naturally as neutral evil. his alignment is still rather complicated & not set in stone. it can wane between chaotic neutral to neutral evil but it depends on the company he is currently keeping. he's just highly adaptable & lacks a strong moral compass tbh. kinda goes into the whole "role" and always in a "performance" kinda thing he has going.

[d3athwaltz]

I cant believe you are fighting other ugly human men wtf

[asphodelles]

푸키

[d3athwaltz]

when i say that sarah goddamn kerrigan is so overpowered i am not joking. this is the woman that is the result of BILLIONS of deaths & the deaths of 100s of worlds. the concept of hatred & revenge is taken to a whole new level with this woman. out of revenge & hatred she surrendered her humanity entirely to kill one man & make him suffer. the moment she became a fully transformed primal zerg hybrid the swarm as a whole became more deadly than ever. before kerrigan became their queen the zerg swarm weren't as deadly, evolved or efficient, now? they've devoured enough species & evolved from their most powerful genetics to survive & adapt in any climate, circumstance & situation. she also re-engineered their essence with primal essence which allows them to be more physically stronger & faster than previous strains prior to her reign. she was already powerful with her pre-existing psionic abilties but now she has killed & devoured the essence of zurvan, once the oldest, largest & most powerful primal zerg. kerrigan is now genetically a perfect being that is also genetically millions of years old since absorbing zurvan's essence. kerrigan's mind is so complex. so layered. it's connected to MILLIONS of zerg. she knows where each one is, when one dies, when one is born, etc... the zerg are an extremely hostile & aggressive race that operate on: hunt, kill & assimilate. reach genetic perfection.

[nepherit]

My honored guests...dinner is served ✨✨

Go on, little mouse. Partake, enjoy your supper...

I was so disappointed when Larian dropped Patch 7 with its new evil endings, but no Raphael dinner included, so I vowed to make up for it with a dinner of my own. I was all set to color and shade, but things didn’t quite go as planned, and I had to take a little break. I picked it up again a few days ago, and here it is—finally finished.

Happy holidays!