due to time/my overall mental health, i'm moving shadowheart to my multi <3
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@shdowheart
due to time/my overall mental health, i'm moving shadowheart to my multi <3
due to time/my overall mental health, i'm moving shadowheart to my multi <3
so used to playing shadowheart as a solo gloomstalker ranger, Iโm doing a 4 man honor run finally and using default classesโฆ what do you mean she canโt hit anything????
the days of abandonment.
dialogue prompts from the days of abandonment by elena ferrante.
i'd rather not see you anymore.
you just need time to recover yourself.
i'm incapable of true feelings.
get out. you make me sick.
are you in love with someone else?
i will not lower my voice.
the worst is over.
i've ruined my shoe.
i didn't want to react like that.
we're no use to ___ anymore.
you hurt me. you really hurt me.
i thought you were dead.
how pretty you look.
you're acting like a stranger.
if not now, then when?
don't think it's easy for me.
i'm afraid of the hours. the minutes.
i can't understand what happened to us.
i'm sorry. come back. let's talk.
i'll be back. don't worry.
i don't want to see anyone or be seen.
you're free. we're free.
i get the feeling you don't like me.
____ is gone. but you're still here.
you're worse than a thief.
what's happening to me?
do that again, and i'll kill you.
will you come in?
you haven't ruined me.
i didn't know what to do.
i deserve everything that's happened to me.
get in bed. i'll get the thermometer.
i haven't had my coffee.
i need a tranquilizer.
something bad is happening to me.
i'm here. don't worry.
the most innocuous people are capable of doing terrible things.
when you miss your chance, there aren't any others.
there's no way to open the door except by turning the key.
i don't know what else to try.
i needed this.
i'd forgotten how pretty you are.
you don't love me.
come with me and i'll show you.
i'll make everything go away.
prick me until i feel it. come on.
don't you dare start crying.
i would like to have someone to talk to.
i have an ugly job for you.
i didn't matter to you at all?
the messenger isn't the message.
what do you want me to do?
it hurt me, but didn't break me.
thanks again. for everything.
the number hasn't changed.
how do i know what i am or am not?
is it true that you don't love me anymore?
has it been very bad?
what happened to you that night?
tiny revamp incoming and then we rocking & rolling hehe
make me choose: shadowheart or karlach or minthara asked by @renxamamiya and @jacobseed
@thievary : [food] sender brings food over to receiver's tent.
the quiet of the night was a welcome reprieve from the constant trials of the day. shadowheart was always more than accepting for a moment of solitude to delve into her sharran studies, her focus intent on the small book in her lap, its contents filled with the cryptic script of her faith. her reverie was quickly interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps approaching, though. eyes look up just in time to see her tent flap reveal niamh moving with her usual quiet grace. watching as the rogue sets a plate of hearty food on a makeshift table, shadowheart's curiosity piques by the unexpected visit. and action. arching an eyebrow, the half-eye attempts to suppress a small smile, failing in the process. "i see your subtlety extends beyond just your thievery," she speaks up dryly, although there's a hint of warmth laced throughout her voice. "thank you." reaching for the plate, a welcome sight after a long day (and reading), the cleric gestures to an empty spot beside her. "join me. it's not often we get a chance to share a meal without some impending disaster looming over us."
[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [FOR HEX LMFAO]
hex's arm stings, it's painful and she can feel the blood dripping out of it slowly, streams of red fall down down down. she does not dare look at it. failure, lack of perfection. her good arm too, the one that does the shooting. the one that hits the targets. it's annoying. she rubs a hand on the buzzcut, she isn't used to be patched up. not everything can be zapped better. (she's learn to, even people who do magic have their limits) her eyes flicker to shadowheart, expertly bandaging her arm. "-you know i totally had that guy. i had him, shadowheart. i was about to ram the knife into him and he got me. how annoying that is, when they get you and they do not even live to see it. they just die. and you're stuck with a bleeding wound. or any type of wound for that matter. fuck." she tries not to move but she isn't the best to be patching up, not when she's antsy unable to settle. she isn't used to being around groups, she usually has to do this all on her own. it's easier to talk shadowheart's ear off instead of anything else. (hex does not want to think what that could mean)
@shdowheart
her fingers worked deftly, securing the bandage around hex's arm with practiced precision. the blood had slowed, her efforts paying off, and she silently offers a thank you to shar for the healing arts she'd been blessed with. the constant movement made it difficult, but shadowheart's touch remains steady and sure. "i know you had him," she retorts, her voice a soothing counterpoint to the other's blatant frustration. "sometimes, the unexpected happens." securing the last part of the bandage, the cleric finally looks up, meeting hex's eyes. she offers a small, knowing smileโ her eyes reflecting understanding rather than judgment. moving her bloodless hand to hex's shoulder, she squeezes lightly. "please don't go making a habit out of this, though. we need you at your best, and you can't be that if youโre bleeding out on the battlefield." her smile grew slightly wider, a rare glimpse of warmth breaking through her usual composed exterior.
โ. *. โ closed starter (bg3) for, @shdowheart
" . . . he's spotted a goblin troop to the west " the 'he' in question, being a raven that flies over head, sharing it's eyes with it's human ally. " there's a small shelf lining the river we can coast, if we'd rather avoid a fight. "
shadowheart nods, green irises following the raven as it soars overhead. "good," she replies calmly, nodding once. "we can use it to our advantage. it will provide us cover and keep us out of glance." glancing at her companions, assessing their readiness, shadowheart lets out a breath. "no need for unnecessary bloodshed today." even if they are those vile little creatures known as goblins. with a final glance at rowe and the raven, she starts towards the riverbank, her movements swift and silentโ the discipline and caution of a true cleric of shar on display.
@irulean : [wedding] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony.
the soft hum of unseen music reverberates throughout the garden of the grand palace, the air filled with the scent of exotic flowers. the ceremony had been beautifulโ a union of two souls under the watchful eyes of their respective gods and, in the princess' case, a presiding emperor of a father. standing under the altar adorned in a delicate, flowing gown that seems to catch the light in a way that made her almost ethereal, the last words of the officiant echoes in the air. turning to face her beloved, shadowheart can't help but admire her beauty. her new wife. the princess stands regally, her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight, her eyes a mirror of the vast beauty she called home. stepping closer, the cleric steps closer, her heart pounding with a hybrid of nervousness and excitement. she reaches out, her fingers gently brushing against irulan's. "in this moment," she begins, eyes locking with her bride's, "i am bound to you. not just by words or vows, but by our love."
the love that has brought light into the darkest corners of her soul.
with a tender smile, shadowheart leans in, her lips meeting irulan's in a kiss that spoke of promises, dreams yet to come, mountains they would hike and conquer together. as the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing together in their perfect, timeless momentโ the gathered crowd's cheerful reaction is enough to pull the cleric away, a smile still brandished across her lips. "i love you, irulan corrino."
i itch to peel you, to split your skin, to see your skull shine in the light, little tyrant. โ independent and low activity portrayal of orin the red from baldur's gate 3, brought to life by morgi.
@shdowheart liked for a sireh starter!
Sireh was sitting the ground with a dagger in her hand. Carving memorized druidic runes into the ground haunted by the images from her childhood. A grumbled curse coming from her as she furiously scratched out the runes. Ignoring half elf that stood nearby and could see her.
the half-elf observes sireh from a short distance, her sharp eyes taking in the tension in the drow's posture and the fervent motion of her dagger. slowly, she approaches, her footsteps soft on the forest floor, making no attempt to conceal her presence. "you won't find peace by fighting the past. trust me, i've tried." green irises flicker to the scratched-out runes, marred now by the sorceress' frustration. no attempt is made to pry into their meaning, understanding that some things were too personal to be laid bare, even among companions. (she would know firsthand from her lack of personal memories.) "perhaps there are other ways to handle things," shadowheart continues, her tone gentle but unwavering. "ways that don't involve self-destruction of the mind."
@blueheals : [apology] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends.
the campfire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows that dance around the clearing. with her gaze fixed on the playful cleric of the traveler, shadowheart fidgets with her hands. the tension between them is palpableโ a rift caused by a misunderstanding that has festered inside the sharran for far too long. (a common occurrence between the two.) taking a deep breath and hardening her resolve, shadowheart stands from the log she'd been perched upon and approaches jester. her steps are deliberate yet hesitant as she kneels beside the cleric, her usual stoicism softened by the ripe vulnerability blooming within her. "jester," she begins, her voice low and sincere as green eyes lock onto the other. "i know i've been harshโ harsher than i should have been." a pause as she searches the tiefling's eyes for a glimmer of understanding before taking her hand in her own. shadowheart blames the atmosphereโ the starry night sky, the silence enveloping them, for making this situation harder than necessary. (but, when have apologies been her strong suit?) without awaiting a response, the sharran leans in, her lips brushing against jester's in a tender, apologetic kiss. it's a gesture of reconciliationโ a silent plea for forgiveness, soft and lingering just long enough to convey the remorse boiling inside her.
pulling back, the cleric's eyes search the other's face for any sign of how she feels. anything speaking as to whether she's overstepped. shadowheart knows she has in the face of her holy mother when a sharp pain sears through her right hand, facial features wincing and jaw clenching at the sensation. "i hope you can forgive me." who knows if shar will.
@threecardtrick : better to hide than fight, sometimes.
shadowheart regards mr. cromwell with a measured gaze, her eyes narrowing as she processes his words. the shadows of her past and weight of her allegiance to shar were ever-present in her mind, and she understood far too well the value of discretion versus confrontation. though, she couldn't argueโ some situations required action over cowering. "perhaps you're right," she replies, voice low and smooth, tinged with an edge of caution. "there are times when concealment serves better than open conflict. one must recognize when it's necessary to stand and face the threat head-on, though." taking a step closer, her gaze unwavering, the cleric searches his expression for the deeper intent. there has to be a deeper intent, right? "both paths require a certain kind of... strength." hiding can be a strategic retreatโ to gather one's wits and strike with stark precision later. hiding without purpose is merely fear in disguise, though. "tell me, when you choose to hide, is it with a plan in mind? or are you simply delaying the inevitable?"
chat do you love her
PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE * ย inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
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