The Testament Of Myrkul.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐤𝐮𝐥, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐢.

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧: the sunk cost fallacy, immortal apathy, chronic backstabbing disorder, realizing that some things are better left dead, and devouring the dragon.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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happy new year gang!!

now that i'm attempting to be back for realsies this time - i'm gonna wipe ( most ) of my slate clean.

if we have a thread / interaction going that you'd like to keep around, let me know!! and there's a few i'll keep bc i'm enjoying them. but most asks / drafts that aren't from like. the last month or so. are getting wiped.

just need to reboot, if that makes sense. gonna try and use the thread tracker again this year, so i'll put the link for that here once i'm done :3

hey gang - doing some reorganizing -- here's my thread tracker for peepaw keith:

https://www.rpthreadtracker.com/public/fleshcarverfugitive/ketheric-threads

#( do not smile yanthus ): musings #HONESTLYYYY ))#it's esp fun for ketheric ))#since he's died now. Twice. ))#and has been brought back just as many times ))#in his companion verse ))#mwah ))#tasty ))

woobifiedvillain

Big fan of characters realizing they don't get to die. They have to live. And grow. And be a person. And deal with shit they thought they'd never have to. And be fucked up about it. I would like more of this. Enough dying for honor or as redemption. It ain't. You're just a corpse. There is no moral value in dirt time.

#( beyond the grave ): ooc #my brain is being bad pls be patient w me OTL ))

hey gang i am currently out of my adhd meds and idk when they're gonna ship so - that's why i've been so sparse and will probably continue to be very sporadic until they come

man i forgot how much being unmedicated sucks flkdsjfdsjf

felimemesandthings-deactivated2

🐱 MUNDAY MEME; WHAT KIND OF CAT IS THE MUN? 🐱 Send an ask telling me what kind of cat I give off

🌪️ The Gremlin Cat - Always in your cabinets. Constant chaos. Yells at nothing. Probably has unfinished drafts and energy drinks nearby. 🍷 The Fancy Cat - Sleeps on velvet. Answers messages in cursive. Probably manifests things with moon water and wears rings on every finger. 🎸 The Alley Cat - Street smart. Has opinions on everything. Doesn’t run from drama. Will fight your ex and win. 🛏️ The Sleepy Cat - Always napping. Posts once every 4 days. Lowkey unbothered and will ignore the world to rest. 📚 The Bookstore Cat - Wise and chill. Knows your muse’s trauma before you do. Would live in a coffee-scented library if they could. 🪄 The Witch’s Cat - Big spiritual energy. Communicates in candle flickers. Probably cursed someone with a meme once. 🎮 The Goblin Cat - Meme gremlin. Chaotic-good. Too many tabs open. Screams at the void and calls it enrichment. 🌸 The Cottage Cat - Soft vibes only. Forest-core. Bakes bread, wears oversized jumpers, and is emotionally devastating in threads. 👻 The Haunted Cat - Sees ghosts. Sends cryptic messages at 2am. Probably edits their theme during an existential crisis. 🪞 The Mirror Cat - Quiet. Observant. Looks innocent but knows everything. May or may not secretly be judging you. 🔥 The Spite Cat - Posts out of rage. Petty and proud. Too hot to handle. Somehow always right. 🖤 The Tumblr Core Cat - Vibes are unmatched. You’re probably mutuals. You might also be a little afraid of them.

#( write thy testament ): memes #ooh this'll be good ))

lookingforroleplayers

Baldur's Gate RP Masterlist!

Reblog this post and add in the tags

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this is a masterlist only for the Baldur’s Gate series! If you’re interested in other DND blogs, please check this masterlist!

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#( reblog. )#Myrkulsapxstle / Single / Canon / Ketheric Thorm

#( beyond the grave ): ooc #applies here too ))

hi gang just updated my rules because i forgot to lol - but tldr:

if you use AI to write and / or generate images I want nothing to do with you. support real artists, dipshits.

ty <3

i heard y'all were posting pictures of your Beasts to counteract The Horrors(tm) last night so i present: my Beasts(tm). lore about them under the cut if you want :]

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cyberstole

𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐊 / feel free to change pronouns as you see fit !

❛ he doesn’t devour them really; it only feels that way. ❜

❛ i am not one of you, and don’t want to be, either. ❜

❛ i wasn’t old enough to be wise. so i loved her more. not less. ❜

❛ are you deranged? ❜

❛ don’t you dare lie to me! i will tear the truth out of your throat. ❜

❛ what an unequaled gift for disaster you have. ❜

❛ i was a glaring blot in the perfection. but i didn’t care: i didn’t feel i owed him beauty. ❜

❛ you’re a witch. ❜

❛ you idiot, what have you done now? ❜

❛ if you don’t want a man dead, don’t bludgeon him over the head repeatedly. ❜

❛ what a strange creature you are: don’t all peasant girls dream of princes and ballgowns? ❜

❛ i could tell his frustration was that of a lover of beauty and perfection. ❜

❛ i should have known, strange things always happened to you. ❜

❛ i don’t know how to save him. ❜

❛ you impossible, wretched, nonsensical contradiction, what on earth have you done now? ❜

❛ living things don’t always stay where you put them. ❜

❛ magic was singing in me, through me. ❜

❛ there’s no kindness in offering false hope. ❜

❛ a few shadows slipped between your teeth. ❜

❛ kings don’t object to sharing once they’re dead. ❜

❛ he was a thing of alembics to me, library and laboratory. ❜

❛ i was still young and foolish enough at the time to believe myself and my magic likely to elicit admiration instead of alarm. ❜

❛ you tempted my selfishness and my pride at once. ❜

❛ will you cast it with me? ❜

❛ you aren’t a person, you are a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as far removed as storms and pestilence. ❜

❛ i wanted him to be human. ❜

❛ fortunately, i haven’t been nearly as stupid as you imagined. ❜

❛ i’m not going to give you a sword to fall on, if that’s what you insist on doing. ❜

❛ try not to borrow more folly than you already possess. ❜

❛ are you still incapable of recognizing a trap? ❜

❛ there’s a considerable distance between seeking perfection and irretrievable haste. ❜

❛ I didn’t feel sorry for him, but i understood him. ❜

❛ since you were a child, you’ve imagined yourself a hero out of legend. ❜

❛ she won’t embrace you. she won’t even know you. ❜

❛ i wanted all of it to burn. ❜

❛ put on your protection spell, as thickly as you can. ❜

❛ do you think i’d rather live like this? ❜

❛ it’s worse than dying… it’s worse. ❜

❛ you can’t heal absence. ❜

❛ stop looking like a frightened rabbit, sit up straight and smile. ❜

❛ what do you want? ❜

❛ success excuses all risks, surely. ❜

❛ what would you ask of your king? ❜

❛ i don’t like the way you go about getting the things you want. ❜

❛ they’re all vultures and he’s the lion. ❜

❛ you’re too young to be as strong as you are, that’s the trouble of it; you haven’t let go of people. ❜

❛ what is there besides people that’s worth holding on to? ❜

❛ you’re behaving like a child instead of a prince. ❜

❛ you already saved me. ❜

❛ we must put aside our mourning and our anger. ❜

❛ there’s always a price. ❜

❛ truth doesn’t mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone doesn’t come to listen. ❜

❛ you learn to feel it less, or you learn to love other things. ❜

❛ stop disappearing before i have to put a bell on you. ❜

❛ i want you by me from now on. ❜

❛ you know we’ve already lost. ❜

❛ i wanted to stay angry at him a while longer, but i wanted the connection more. ❜

❛ i want to touch you, i want the crisp bite of your magic in my hands. ❜

❛ have you got any family left? ❜

❛ do you want me to go? ❜

❛ surely it’s not too much to ask a little patience. ❜

❛ let them cut me limb from limb first! ❜

❛ i’ll be sure to keep your tender sensibilities in mind next time. ❜

❛ come back to me. ❜

❛ will you come into the wood with me? ❜

❛ she was golden and stern, almost too beautiful to be living, and there was magic in my hands. ❜

❛ we are leaf and twig, nothing more. ❜

❛ but wanting cruelty felt like another wrong answer in an endless chain. ❜

❛ your sorrow and your fear will poison my roots. ❜

❛ you come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring. ❜

❛ we’re meant to go, we’re not meant to stay forever. ❜

❛ she’d remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she’d forgotten how to grow. ❜

❛ do you think the death of a witch turns all her works to dust? ❜

❛ come and meet my mother. ❜

MAY OUR FLESH ROT, OUR BONES HOLLOW AND OUR SPIRITS WITHER! PRAISE BE LORD MYRKUL!

𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬-- | 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐬.

Who was yelling while he was trying to get work done, barging into his office like this--

Ah. One of the necromancers Lord Mykrul had sent him.

Who looked to him as the Lord of Bones' Chosen, and obeyed his commands.

"While the Reaper always is accepting of praise from his clergy, Night Walker, and awaits your cleaned skull to enter his cold embrace --"

"Did you need something?"

#( inbound letters ): asks #( anonymous. )#( general’s commands ): ic #( for i am death ): absolutist v.#LMAO? ))

good afternoon gang

ketheric and melodia are odysseus and penelope coded

i said what i said

#( playlist. )#( let me tell you a story ): hcs #( how i love you; forever. ): melodia #Spotify

deathcultp0litics

hi gang i currently don’t have power because of a gnarly thunderstorm that rolled through here last night — we’re all good, but i can’t get on my pc LMAO

so if i’m a bit quiet on here today that’s why - catch me on discord though 🤙

calamitism

starter for @myrkulsapxstle

...it's so cold.

She's almost shivering as she comes to, eyes blinking slowly, while her body instinctively curls up. Gods, she feels stiff... Is she lying on the ground? That could have something to do with it. But no, it becomes apparent to Isobel that she's laying between stone walls.

A tomb, unbeknownst to her.

Sitting up slowly, a violent cough rips its way out of her throat. And then another. And then it's a whole fit.

Cold. Tired. Pained. Something feels wrong.

And where in the Hells is she...?

Squinting through the dust and dim candlelight, there's indeed someone standing across the room. Eyes widen, and Isobel shrinks into the corner of the tomb. She wills her voice, as raw and unused as it is, to project outwards.

"Who goes there...?"

#( calamitism: isobel. )#( general’s commands ): ic #( for i am death ): absolutist v.#hey. hey uh ketheric ))#you okay bud ))

He doesn't want to believe it at first.

Just as Myrkul had promised.

His daughter. Darling Isobel.

Ketheric crossed the room quickly as the coughs tore their way out of her still adjusting body - bringing a lantern along with him and setting down at the foot of the tomb.

The light of it glinted against the Reaper's Embrace and the gold filigree stitched into the black cape that hung at his shoulders.

"Be still, moonbeam," He held out an armored hand, palm out, "You're safe. It's alright. You've awoken from a very long and very terrible dream."

He only let her shiver a moment more before removing the cape from his armor - helping Isobel to sit up, and then draping it about her shoulders.

"But you're awake now. And nothing will hurt you ever again."

some of you may ask. why a companion verse

and i answer

i was an undertale kid who cried over the ending of the pacifist route.

and i feel like that explains everything you need to know.

#( beyond the grave ): ooc #cw: undertale #just in case

harpershigh

Jaheira straightened her posture so fast she nearly pulled something. Gods forbid Ketheric ever figured out how she’d managed to bring him back. Luckily, he looked too dazed from his near-demise to notice the finer details — or the mud now streaked up her arms like war paint. Even luckier, he wasn’t staring at her face, which was currently trying to disguise the sheer panic she just went into mere moments ago.

"I’d call it a good strategic retreat," she said, words tumbling out with the conviction of someone selling snake oil. Okay, good might’ve been pushing it. “Well, we survived,” she corrected, the sigh that followed so heavy it could’ve doubled as a summoning spell for exhaustion.

She rubbed a hand over her face, only succeeding in smearing the mud further. “Next time, I’m shifting into a crocodile before we get in over our heads.” She froze for a beat, the absurdity of her own words catching up to her. “Next time? Gods above, someone tie me to a tree if I even think of agreeing to this madness again.”

This wasn’t her first absurd escapade. Oh no, not by a long shot. Nor was it her second. In fact, Jaheira had lost count somewhere after the fiftieth life-or-death fiasco that had become her Harper existence. Her entire career was practically a string of near-death experiences duct-taped together by sheer stubbornness, divine intervention, and an arsenal of very unconventional escape tactics. Honestly, the gods probably had a betting pool on her survival at this point.

She got up to her feet with an almost comedic groan, and a barely audible crack of her knees. “Right,” she muttered, brushing semi-dry mud off her arms, “time to move. The others might’ve actually been blessed with some luck — not being trapped up to their necks in those blasted sewers. Ugh. What a nightmare.” She squinted as she began to climb the riverbank towards Rivington above. “Though I’m sure they’ve had their own fun. Now march.”

#( harpershigh. )#( general’s commands ): ic #( the gods beat me first ): companion v.#HI MIME !!!!! SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER ))

"I've seen goblins more strategic than that," Ketheric bit back, now intimately familiar with how nonstrategic goblins tended to be, "But. Yes. We survived. The bar has been crossed, even if it is buried in the Hells."

Now march.

Ketheric did as he was told - but not before griping, "Do you truly believe that Lady Tymora favors this band of misfits? Or are you just trying to convince yourself into thinking she does?"

A nightmare indeed - one the General was quite happy was over and done with. But something stirred in his gut. Something like... gratitude?

No, that wasn't right. It had been humiliating. Being yanked out of a river by a crocodilian Harper and chucked onto shore like a piece of scrap metal.

And yet... she could have very well left him to drown. Swam out of the nightmare all on her own - unburdened by him and his heavy armor. He would have accepted that fate, even.

"....It is... appreciated," He coughed out finally, "Your rescue."

He removed his metal gauntlets to drain out water and sewer debris that had gotten caught in them as they walked -- more intently focused on that presumably, then he was with looking at the Harper as he spoke.

"Though I suppose having to explain to the corpse at camp that his hard work had gone to waste was a worse prospect than simply hauling me out of the water."

A joke? Perhaps? Who was he?

So no car but

I got.... a diploma cover!!!

That will have a diploma in it in 3-4 weeks LMAO

I've officially got my degree in Pro Gamer :]