[hellscaress]

#HELLSCARESS:  SELECTIVE,  CANON  &  OC  MULTIMUSE  FROM  LARIAN  STUDIOS'  [  BALDUR'S  GATE  3  ],  INSPIRED  BY  GAME  LORE,  HEAVILY  HEADCANONED.  NOT  SPOILER  FREE.  WRITTEN  BY  BRANDY.  38.  CNT  TIME.  21+  ONLY.  RULES  UNDER  CUT.

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THEMES  IN:  EMBRACING  ONE'S  NATURE  vs.  FORGING  YOUR  OWN  PATH.  FINDING  COMPANIONSHIP  &  LOVE.  BETRAYAL.  &&  BUCKETS  OF  BLOOD.  USFW  WHERE  APPLICABLE.

CAARD.  PROMPTS.  WISHLIST.  HEADCANONS.  DARK  URGE  PATH.

i.  this  is  a  simple  snippet  of  my  blog  rules,  which  includes  being  for  21+  only.  i  am  semi  activity  and  may  be  very  selective. my  other  blogs  are  @omniterror.  my  second  is  @squarecranks

ii.  if  you  need  something  tagged,  because  of  the  mature  nature  of  this  blog,  please  let  me  know.  anything  with  potential  will  be  tagged  will  be:  "example  tw/cw."  same  with  formatting.  i  tend  to  use  text  with  some  colour,  however,  i  am  more  than  happy  to  change  to  what  is  easiest  for  you!

iii.  while  shipping  romantically  is  not  a  super  high  priority,  i  do  enjoy  it  and  don't  mind  if  you  straight  up  just  ask  me  for  one  -  though  i  will  want  to  have  a  little  plotting  or  have  written  a  few  things  beforehand.  all  ships  are  in  separate  versus  and  do  not  coincide.  anything  sexual  in  nature  will  be  tagged  appropriately  and  under  a  read  more  or  fade  to  black  depending  on  the  comfortability  of  my  writing  partner.

iv.  no  hate  or  bullying.  callouts,  or  any  of  that  nature,  aren't  welcomed  here.  unless  it's  actually  harmful  outside  of  tumblr  rp,  i  make  up  my  own  mind  whether  or  not  to  associate  with  someone.  i  will  not  be  influenced.

v.  as  a  reminder:  i  am  a  mother  of  two  and  likewise  busy  because  of  this.  most  of  the  time  i  am  mobile  bound. this  has  zero  bearing  on  my  interest,  so  please  don't  ever  think  that. i  am  simply  slow  and  perpetually  tired  and  my  brain  most  likely  isn't  working.

𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔.  all  graphics  and  psd  are  currently  made  by  @calirphs

[hellscaress]

moving moraena and rolan over to my multi, @anthologicals

[memekais]

Send "I'm not angry, I'm disappointed." for my muse's reaction!

[rpmemesbyarat]

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

[hexxxa-deactivated20221201]

[leneemusing]

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

[ PAINED ]  receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.  

[ineffablespooks]

PSA:

You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling. 

[greelin]

[DRENCHED IN BLOOD] we really should all do this again next week, yes

[anxeious]

[120daysofsodomm]

art by Matt Hunter

[emperorsgf]

Besides, I can’t afford to tire you out. We still have work to do. Rest well.

[hellscaress]

taraun xiltis - moraena's 'mother'.

[hexxbound]

hellscaress asked: "Careful, you’re testing me." something, something, raena saying this to gortash but not so threateningly~

"It is a simple question, Moraena- hardly anything telling," Gortash kept his gaze level with hers as he sat back in his chair, leaning away from his blueprints and missives that held the Banite's attention for longer than he cared to admit aloud. "Would you, if you were a child of Lolth, listen to mere reason from someone trying to stray you from your goddess?" He knew the answer in his heart of hearts-- even changing the name of the god in question would result in the same answer, but it was something plaguing him that only a drow could answer with any credible insight. Even one carved from the flesh of Bhaal. Gortash put his chin in his hand, awaiting her answer. "So?"

[hellscaress]

pale  eyes  glance  down  once  his  touch  upon  hers,  veering  their  attentions-  searching  elsewhere  on  disheveled  regions  of  the  secretaire,  as  if  the  answer  lies  in  wait  among  them.

t'was  an  easier  answer,  wasn't  it?  lolth  was  most  revered  before  her  abrupt  departure  into  the  loving  embrace  of  her  father-god,  bhaal.  yet,  she  had  not  felt  her  cruel  sting,  nor  the  vindictive  nature  she  was  most  feared  for.  perhaps,  she,  too,  was  forming  alliances.  their  portfolio's  certainly  associated  well  enough.

but  that  was  not  the  question.  with  a  sharp  intake  of  air  and  even  sharper  stare,  the  bhaalspawn  replies.  ❝   i  am  his,  wholly.  made  by  his  hand,  his  flesh.  t'would  be  the  same,  no  matter. but  you— ❞   she  coos  and  circles  behind  him  like  a  prey-animal.  ❝  you have  only  known  one  god.  i  wonder.  .  .  how  did  his  black  hand  fit  upon  those  fingers?  were  you  not  an  innocent  boy  once?  ❞ 

[gloomglimmer]

›        FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS       →     receiver   to   sender   (pt.   2)    …   espionage   /   spy   /   romance   inspired.

brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

[hellscaress]

i would have put that moraena imagines kissing people while they talk about their passions, ect- but straight up, 95% of the time she's most likely thinking about how nice your head would look like on a pike. or what pretty sounds you'd make with her hands wrapped around your throat.

[spookys4pphic]

sorry for shamelessly staring at you while you talked or focused, I was imagining kissing you, do you still fw me??

[serratedpens]

"Ancestors" by Ekhmetjan Osman, translated by Joshua L. Freeman