* 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 / ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ

all's well that ends... not as bad as it could've.

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THIS ISN'T RAGE ──── independent, private, & extremely low activity blog for a collection of original characters based within the forgotten realms universe. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! dark & mature content will be present here, proceed with caution. minors & personals do not interact. friend - focused & plot based. please do not follow me if we are not going to write. if you prefer quick writing partners, i am not the one for you. loved by bee, 27 years old, cst timezone. [ . . . ] IT'S TOO SPECIFIC.

⁰⁰¹. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘. ⁰⁰². 𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 & 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘.

adventuring with : @bloodtwin / @facrie / @lattehearted / @pecatus / @glasyanfire / @bladewarde / @alcriti / @oathkyrie / @elfsongtales / @okults / @stake2heart / @vascend

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SERAPHINA NIGHTWHISPER + RIVINGTON SHOTS .

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wanted to be productive today and i slept literally all day instead. getting too comfortable on my couch is always a dangerous move.... will be around in a bit to get thru some drafts / asks, but feel free to come chat / plot on discord <3

[stabsilk]

if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry. / by piri. dead dove. follows back from pennyawfuls.

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started an honor run with zae & gave her short hair and i'm heavily fucking with it actually....

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» open starter. open to: any tav or companion. idea: your muse wants to talk to lyr, but ... well. this is meant to be comedic, but take it in any direction you want! you just, uh, have to talk him down first. literally.

the drow wizard rarely left his corner of the second floor in the elfsong, even on a good day, and his corner was right next to rhys' area, so he felt very safe staying there where no one would bother him. his brother didn't understand why the women in camp seemed content to accept him so readily, but lyr saw it quite clearly: rhys knew what he was doing when it came to fighting giant murdery things, which included, apparently, everything the group had come across and was still encountering on a regular basis.

of course, from what lyr understood, there were some bads much bigger than menzoberranzan's tallest drow lurking around in the depths below the city. but all that meant to him was the daylight version of someplace far milder than menzoberranzan.

today, however, lyr had begrudgingly left the elfsong and insisted, despite his hovering brother, on going to sorcerer's sundries by himself to just . . . breathe? explore? buy something for himself? he'd never been given a bag of gold before like this. it was new and exciting.

unfortunately, while the companionship of the others his brother traveled with was new, he could not always say that it was exciting.

the sun was beginning to set, and it seemed that most around the city had shuffled back to their homes for supper. but the other companion he'd run into on his day out seemed far too chatty for his liking. ( to be fair, lyr didn't like conversation in general. surfacers talked too much; he couldn't trust half of what was said, it felt like. )

“look,” he said finally, when the two were walking through a semi-empty alley on the way back to the elfsong, “not to be rude, but-- actually, no, i do mean to be rude. goodbye,” and he levitated a solid twenty feet into the air, then spelled himself invisible.

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zaelun stands dumbfounded by the abrupt end of the one-sided conversation. she had only been trying to find some way to get to know the newest member of their party. she can't pretend to even know what he's been through, but she did want to make him feel welcomed here. she realizes now that talking more than he's even given a chance to answer negates that. her head tilts to follow the wizard's movement upward & he remains in focus in her right eye, courtesy of the magic that laces the artifact. she just stares up at the drow for a passing moment before a grin begins to tug at the edges of her lips, a hand resting against her hip.

"i can still see you, you know?" she calls up to lyr, amusement contorting onto her features. "do you intend to hang out there until i'm gone? you could've just told me to go! it'd surely be easier than this." a hand is lifted to motion toward his hovering frame & zaelun finds a laugh escaping her from the absurdity of the situation. "come back down. i'll talk less, promise!"

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" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. " - Astarion to Dex

"you flatter me, astarion—" dexterity grins in response, their dagger being tucked away at their side. the blood of those hellish beasts still stains the silver now hidden, it clings to their clothes & skin & hair all the same. red that blends into the black, a splatter of crimson against copper flesh. dex's mind still reels in the aftermath of battle. they've never quite thought of themself as a hero. very far from it, in fact. they've never even been in a position where the title may be warranted. the shadows had been their home for ages. quick ins & even quicker outs. this journey to remove this parasite doesn't offer such clear solutions. there is nothing to be stolen that could make their problem go away. they must count on those around them, & jaheira & her harpers seem reliable. pissing off & killing that winged asshole had been rather enjoyable too.

his blood is in the mix that paints dexterity, & their mismatched eyes still glisten with amusement as they step into astarion's space. arms lift to wrap around astarion's neck & their head tips back to meet his gaze. "but you don't have to flatter me much should you wish to be the one to clean it off of me." words are teasing in nature, despite the genuine offer that lingers in the air. "have you ever tasted anything straight from the hells? there's plenty of that on me from those... things." their head motions toward one of the winged creatures behind them. dexterity's got their questions about those & what their part to play in this had been, but they'll circle back to that later. right now, astarion holds their attention.

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@bloodtwin spits a mouthful of blood onto seraphina.

blood coats the sorcerer, some of it her own & most of it others. it soaks white strands of hair, drips down her neck, clings to her robes, & transfers to puck's cheek that she rests a bloodied palm against to cradle his face. she's on the very tips of her toes & still struggling to keep up with the kiss even with the way he's bent to meet her. he finds some sort of sick satisfaction in her struggle, she's more than aware, & where that would usually frustrate her beyond belief, it does the opposite tonight.

it makes her more desperate for the taste of him, the closeness, heightens the anticipation for what's to come. it's the adrenaline from the kills that make her feel so mindless. were this any other time, she'd do a much better job at hiding exactly what he does to her. that is impossible tonight, with that metallic scent that fills the air & the way he teases her.

sera catches his bottom lip in retaliation & bites down hard enough to draw blood, sucking the wound to taste him on her tongue. a breath is forced from lungs with the way puck takes hold of her by the jaw after, a challenging look within her eyes as she peers up at him. her mouth twitches with a smirk & she allows her mouth to be pried open, sticking her tongue out for him. a mix of puck's blood & saliva drop onto it & she swallows it down without a thought, reaching to take hold of his shirt to tug him down by force. "i want to keep tasting you." she demands, her mouth seeking his once more.

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SERAPHINA + THE BHAAL TEMPLE .

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also, just wanted to make a new rule (mainly for myself) regarding my inbox & prompts, i will basically be deleting anything that does not immediately spark some kind of idea for me to avoid hoarding memes like i've done previously. i do encourage sending multiple at a time so i have options!!

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@stabsilk said: you're cute, you know. in another life we might have been friends.

seraphina does not think amma means that. if she does, she is more foolish than she believed her to be. friendship would never be in the cards for them. she does not keep friends. people she can tolerate, perhaps. those who can prove that they have something of use to her. amma does not fall into one category or the other outside of their current situation, & she is very far from being someone seraphina tolerates. " we don't have to make small talk. i prefer the quiet. " golden eyes remain focused on the road ahead, though she keeps amma in her peripheral.

[alcriti]

❛ CREATURE OF 𝑬𝑿𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 ; & 𝑃𝑂𝐼𝐺𝑁𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑆𝑇―

✶𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 - an independent, mutuals only and very private writing blog for 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐈𝐈. strongly influenced by personal headcanons and affiliates. as told by killi; est 2020. this blog contains mature and dark themes; use discretion when following.

an 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 in: freedom no matter the cost ; power is power ; a deepening hunger ; becoming more than what made you.

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just a sorcerer & her favorite pet wizard <3

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YOUR GRAPHICS LOOK HOT xoxo

no u

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AS SAID BY ASTARION ANCUNÍN *  assorted dialogue from baldur's gate 3

you are mine. no one can change that.

i wish... to drink. and be drunk.

you haven't earned the right to stare at me like that.

you could scream bloody murder out here and no one would ever know.

we should find a tavern and celebrate.

do my eyes deceive me? the gang really is all here.

i'd rather be the only dark power inside your body, if it's all the same to you.

you're cute, you know. in another life we might have been friends.

i don't hate you. because this is not you.

we just have to be vigilant. keep our wits about us.

you can try, but i will stop you.

do what you like. it's none of my concern.

i simply do not care.

we could do it, you know. we could rule the world.

i... i don't know what to say. thank you.

well that's just disgusting.

listen to me, damn it! i'm trying to save you, even if you're too stupid to see it.

believe what you want. i'm done with you.

you have no idea what i can do.

sounds like a delightful dinner plan. perhaps i'll join you.

forgiveness? you've never forgiven anything.

i don't need anyone to speak for me.

i don't owe you a damn thing.

don't worry. i'll keep watch tonight.

just don't ask me again.

is there anything else? any new and interesting ways you can waste my time?

i'll come to you tonight, when you're snugly wrapped in your bedroll and we can have a little privacy.

this time i'll make sure i'm quiet.

you're lucky i'm such an open-minded person.

why send anyone after me? i'm hardly a threat out here.

what are you waiting for? help me!

"you can do whatever you want" sounds terrifying, and it is, but there's opportunity in it, too.

i am so much more than what you made me.

hold very, very still.

i'm sorry, but could you excuse us a moment?

get out of my way. i'm in no mood to talk.

you didn't think i could do it? i'm hurt.

i appreciate your loyalty, darling, but i don't think you understand.

fair? nothing about this is fair.

i don't know who they are, but i have plenty of questions.

i'm glad to hear it.

i do believe you. i know you only did what you thought was best for me.

i just need some time to let it sink in.

you're so good to me.

safe? how can i ever be safe now?

well, hello. looking for a cuddle?

now that you're back with us, we need to have a talk.

how flattering. and disturbing.

please tell me this is important.

there's also gold, sex, revenge... quite the list, really. but failing any of those, i will always settle for shallow praise.

now just tell me i'm beautiful and we can call it a day.

i want to thank you.

you're a vision. and you're so much more than that.

this is all a game to you, isn't it?

for as long as i can remember, i've been used by others.

of course i was attracted to you. look at you, for goodness' sake!

i will forever remember what you did for me today.

that's what you've been waiting to hear, isn't it? that's what you want?

i have been waiting so long for you.

come, give yourself to me.

i'll take care of everything.

it's time to try living again.

i feel safe with you. seen.

we don't have to rush into anything tonight.

would it kill you to dispense a compliment?

looking for something?

honestly, you have no sense of fun.

i do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little.

would you like a tour? we can start with my tent, if you like.

everything was taken from me, too.

well, that could have gone better.

i don't know what you mean.

were you actually worried i was angry?

so what was it like? tell me everything.

i hope i'm not interrupting.

some day that soft heart of yours is going to be torn out of your chest.

what a party. we should do this again.

there you are. i've been waiting. waiting since the moment i set eyes on you. waiting to have you.

you've seen enough already.

i didn't want to lose control.

oh, don't be like that. not every problem has to be beaten to death, my dear.

wait! don't interrupt them!

let's not make trouble for some stranger.

my, this place is fun.

my past isn't exactly a happy story.

that was amazing.

it won't happen again. you have my word.

so many people need killing.

remember who saved you.

don't worry. i'm here.

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❝ are you hungry, astarion ? ❞

this hunger in his gut is a nasty, endless thing. it sits there day in & day out. ever persistent, ever demanding. it has become easier to bear with food not being so scarce anymore, but it remains nonetheless. it is rather annoying, but astarion's become well enough acquainted with it. all that to say is he's learned to ignore that nasty little knot in his stomach just eager to be filled. that is until she is close & she is bringing attention to the hunger he is so desperately trying to ignore.

the book he had been skimming through is closed & astarion hums in response, placing said book to the side to focus his attention onto the warlock. if his eyes stray to that lovely neck of hers, well, that's his business. "well, we did have quite the day, didn't we? i'd say i am feeling parched, yes." his mouth curls with the workings of a smirk, mild amusement settling in as he decides to make a game of it. he leans back against his seat & lets out a dramatic sigh. "if only there were something for me to sink my teeth into...."

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first thought of the day is modern seraphina who's probably like a trust fund baby and trying to be a social media influencer but she's cancelled like every other week