corpse-speaker.

the dead will make room for me.

[haunthead]

their names remain on the deed to the house. it isn’t haunted, it’s owned by ghosts. when i die, i will come in fast and low. i will stick the landing. there will be no confusion. the dead will make room for me.

vinalya midel, human spirits bard & undead warlock. dark urge. private & selective. low activity. written by k (25, she/they). pulled from baldur's gate 3 into broader dungeons and dragons character building.

information. / sideblog.

[haunthead]

i fully believe there's interesting character angles the further you get away from the bg3 subclasses only. i almost made vin a phantom rogue -> spirits bard until i liked the undead pact angle too much. a horizon walker ranger would be having a hell of a time with the githyanki and mind flayer problem

or arrange the existing subclasses in weird ways. i've been spinning around a durge oath of vengeance paladin who is resisting the urge to kill so entirely and aggressively that they accidentally show mercy and break their oath

[notmorbid]

fish in exile.

dialogue prompts from fish in exile by vi khi nao.

you need a doctor. i can't help you.

do you have any duct tape?

why did your boyfriend sleep with my wife?

everything is blue. like heaven.

i woke up this morning from a strange dream.

is it better to be in exile at home, or to be at home in exile?

i want to think of ways i can love you properly.

don't you think this is wrong?

we are not two halves. we are not some bifurcated thing.

tupperware shopping is very important.

there is nothing here anymore.

i have seen enough of death.

there are many fish in the sea. there are also many choices.

i want to write the world a letter.

are you in love with him?

sometimes i can't tell if my bones are my bones.

you can delay the inevitable, but you can't stop it.

where do you want to be? i can take you there.

i used to love to watch you sleep.

what are you doing out here?

what's your last name?

i have winter in my heart.

i feel safer here.

you look like an angel shedding its wings.

the passage of time can't be reversed.

you're too young to know what you haven't experienced.

you mistake violence for tenderness.

i haven't allowed anything in for so long.

you shouldn't make excuses for my bad behavior.

maybe getting over things is a little overrated.

grief and baking seem to go so well together.

i just don't feel anything anymore.

i can bear this burden for the both of us.

will you let me hold you?

you don't answer my calls anymore.

be gentle, will you?

i do not recognize myself.

disbelief is a headturner.

they say your heart is made of stone.

how can i apologize if i don't feel anything?

everyone wants a piece of your pain.

you can't trust happiness to treat you right.

if you're ready for a divorce, i won't deny you the opportunity.

[haunthead]

@folie2deux: take care of each other, and be smart.

the soul coin flips over vin's knuckles, an easy rhythm, twitches of her fingers moving it back and forth. infernal iron always has a kind of cold heat to it from whatever process mammon puts it through two layers deeper into the hells.

there's something fascinating, in learning about each of the nine hells' unique ecosystems. avernus, though, is and always will be the land of flame. the sky burns. karlach's infernal engine, when it ignites here, does little besides blend in with the environment. in comparison the coin really does feel more cold than anything else. soon enough, in the next hour or so, she'll slip this coin into karlach's palm before they set out again, climbing across singed crags and crumbling boulders twisted into the shape of agonized faces.

there are worse places you can be. not by much, but still.

"trust me," vin says with a hoarse laugh, "between the three of us, we have plenty of intelligence to spare after a day of killing nashrous. i don't know if you've run into them before. ten limbs of razor sharp chitin and not a thought between any pair of them at all." more like wolves than anything, just with a thirst for blood that bhaal would appreciate.

that he does appreciate no less. the lord of murder whispers and turns over in a half-dulled sleep still. vin imagines their shared progenitor as a kind of worm dripping ichor, twisting through the hole in her brain gored by orin's knife. demons, though, have no particular urge to worship, for even the minimal amount of ceremony required for a thing such as bhaal. yet, for all this slaughter, for the hundreds of bodies left crumpled throughout avernus, none of it feeds him. demons and devils, after all, do not have souls. they steal them away and press them into coins to barter with.

it is a mockery of what bhaal wished for.

she pauses. her gaze drifts off to the side. karlach's already asleep, snoring softly in the cave they found. wyll patches a place in his armor where claws shredded it, working under the illumination spilling from from a stone enchanted with light. there are new burn scars along his hands and arms, same as all of them.

"you know i extend the same wishes to you. i suppose it must be useful to have a wizard around in that regard, assuming he doesn't run off and decide to become a lich or something equally foolish." she pauses. "gods. he hasn't shown an interest in lichdom, has he? i'd hate to hear you had to kill him thanks to the folly of genius."

[haunthead]

idk what makes karlach and vin work in my brain is that karlach is basically walking evidence that you can do horrible shit out of a sheer necessity (and i'm not talking blood war, i am still talking working for gortash), and then you have to suffer and fight and bleed but you can decide to be better once you claw out the other side.

vin does not believe kressa's experimentation "cleansed" her in any way but in retrospect i think she believes it was a "necessary" step for who she was in pursuit of clarity and understanding. mentally releasing her from bhaal by 5% and putting her in the hands of the many, many dead, most of whom she was responsible for.

bg3 itself is the story of her clawing her way out of the other side, basically, same way it is for karlach (though i think this happened to karlach during the blood war, and she's far further along in it all)

[haunthead]

gonna keep hitting vin's playthrough of bg3 today i think but i have to say after seeing what kind of freak kressa bonedaughter was about the durge i'm like..... yeah. vin literally Was on the verge of death for god knows how long. no wonder she is Like This

[haunthead]

also added karlach to my multi lmao because i need justice for my wife. not a fully happy ending, that's not what i care about. i mean i believe that karlach being a Nice person does not mean she was Good (working for enver gortash is not a Good position, though it was necessary)

[haunthead]

gonna keep hitting vin's playthrough of bg3 today i think but i have to say after seeing what kind of freak kressa bonedaughter was about the durge i'm like..... yeah. vin literally Was on the verge of death for god knows how long. no wonder she is Like This

[notmorbid]

heaven.

dialogue prompts from heaven: a novel by mieko kawakami.

i want to be friends. i mean, if you're okay with that.

it's nothing. it happens.

when i'm doing nothing, i get this feeling like i'm fighting something.

aren't you going to ask me why i did it?

i almost never feel like everything's okay.

part of me doesn't feel like anything is wrong or okay. just normal.

it's really personal. i don't know if i can explain it.

hurting and crying are different things.

i'm totally normal. don't look at me like that.

i wonder if anyone can ever actually stop thinking.

sometimes you can't see the scars, but there's a lot of pain.

i can't express how safe it felt never being seen.

i'd be lying if i said i felt any better.

we shouldn't talk about this. i haven't seen you in so long.

it wasn't supposed to be like this.

hey, do you think there's a god?

the first time i saw you, i just knew. we're the same. we had to be friends.

you understand the way i feel better than anyone else.

if you're always in pain, you know exactly what it means to hurt somebody else.

i know there's so much pain in this, but we have to keep going.

a time will come, i'm sure of it, when everything will be alright.

we all see the world in our own way.

you're so nice. when i think about it, it almost hurts.

we need salt. to purify the house.

i'm not crying. i mean, i am, but not because i'm sad.

nobody does anything because they have the right. they do it because they want to.

we're all caught up in our own personal values, trying to get whatever we want.

they all matter to me, but you matter the most.

i always laugh when i get scared.

[haunthead]

sometimes i think 'i should make a promo for this blog' but frankly the broader bg3 fandom scares me

[haunthead]

real dnd fans attempt to interact with me and i just keep hitting them with 'i'd rather be playing lancer/blades in the dark/mork borg'

[haunthead]

sometimes i think 'i should make a promo for this blog' but frankly the broader bg3 fandom scares me

[haunthead]

miss lobotomy 1492 (i will take more screencaps soon, i keep forgetting since i am stuck on console and it's way more of a hassle there)

[haunthead]

creating a party oriented around an apeshit girls' night (girl-adjacent people such as vin included). this means vin, shadowheart, karlach, minthara.

[haunthead]

i am doing my vin playthrough finally. my hottest take is that i do not care for the butler and i do think the amount of emphasis placed on alfira is a little much

[haunthead]

[talking all of ketheric's non-isobel kids into killing themselves] vin is just a normal guy

[haunthead]

i am doing my vin playthrough finally. my hottest take is that i do not care for the butler and i do think the amount of emphasis placed on alfira is a little much

[haunthead]

saw the huge 'come home' chapter title for alan wake 2 and felt immediately so unwell about it again. it's like. vin inviting bhaal back into herself. forcing bhaal, in some ways, back into herself because she is going to trap him with her until she can make the world Good Enough. telling bhaal to come home back to his own flesh and blood formed into a new shape, made different.

[haunthead]

both accepting and rejecting the self at once... accepting who she was before the lobotomy and rejecting who she could continue being post-lobotomy.... vin does not think her atrocities will ever be forgiven, and they probably should not be, but the most she can do is see if she can equal out the scales by the time she dies

[haunthead]

saw the huge 'come home' chapter title for alan wake 2 and felt immediately so unwell about it again. it's like. vin inviting bhaal back into herself. forcing bhaal, in some ways, back into herself because she is going to trap him with her until she can make the world Good Enough. telling bhaal to come home back to his own flesh and blood formed into a new shape, made different.

[haunthead]

[strongly] fuck the steel foundry btw