𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝘄𝘀 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝗿𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝘆𝐚𝗿𝐧.

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# 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 , an independent , selective   &   crossover friendly RP blog for Dark Urge 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈  —   a frost sorceress  &  artist from Baldur's Gate 3 , Mun   &   Muse +21 , composed by Fungi [ she/her; they/them ]  , heavy topics, gore, potential nsfw warning  ,  personals DNI

𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋: @bloodyarn , @helmworn , @swarmcall 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒: @zalimbane , @bloodtwin

𝐈. 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    𝐈𝐈. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.    𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐈𝐕. 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  &  𝐀𝗕𝐎𝐔𝐓 :

[ Hey, I'm Fungi [she/her], 25 years old and living in Germany. [GMT+1] ]

❅ Mun ≠ Muse ; I think that much is clear. Any statements that come up ic are not specifically my own. ❅ No God modding ; Small liberties like change of scene and such are totally fine and do not have to be discussed. You can hurt her, shove her or whatever, just keep in mind that my muse will react accordingly. Do not assume reactions and write my muses actions. ❅ Feel free to continue asks! I will be the last one turning one down. ♥ ❅ You can always message me for plotting or headcanons if we are mutuals. ; However, I prefer if things play out naturally. We do not necesarrily have to plot out every thread till the end. I am more than happy writing and see how things develop. ❅ You can always send a starter, no need to ask! ; Again, if we are mutuals. Same goes for sending me rp prompts to my inbox, memes or whatnot. You are also free to tag me in dashgames! ❅ OC - and Tav friendly of course. Just be sure to have a little bit of information ready and visible on your blog so I can look it up before we interact. We stan OCs in this household. ❅ Post trimming. ; I use XKit Rewritten to trim my posts. It is not a MUST but I would be thankful if you have a way to trim your posts. Just to keep it nice and clean on the dash. Other than that, I use the usual small text, double space, cursive and bold text edits. You do not have to match my writing or editing style, as soon as everything is nicely readable. ❅ I won’t write NSFW with minors. Mun or muse. Please make sure to have the age somewhere on your blog before interacting. If smut happens, it will be tagged and under 'keep reading'. ❅ Shipping: I am a huge sucker for ships. If said thing happens, keep in mind Esteri is multiship, means that every ship takes place in its own universe. I do have to see chemistry between muses tho, let it be through rp or just nerding about them. ❅ No racism, homophobia, transphobia and so on. Don’t be an ass. I can definitely tolerate ic biased opinions on that in threads, just don't bring it into the real world.

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How  gorgeous  you  would  look  .  .  .     

                                                 without  your  skin.

 #  SLEETKISSED  , independent,  selective  ,  mutuals-only  RP  blog  for    ESTERI   —    embracing Durge  from  BALDUR'S  GATE  III  ,  cold sorceress  /  dragonic bloodline   ,  orchestrated  by  Fungi  ,  mun   &   muse  +25

→  𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂/𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝙸𝙽  𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳

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🔥 your most vanilla wish

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒  //  spicy asks  .

      ❝  Holding  them  without  the  threat  of  crushing  their  bones.  Kissing  them  without  the  threat  of  biting  their  face  off  when  I  open  my  eyes  again.  ❞       You  know,  the  usual.

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Companion!Esteri needing glasses for reading.

[deathcultp0litics]

"You don't need to, that's true," Enver's grin was diabolical, "But something tells me you will eventually."

Indeed, Gortash was no lesser person, as Esteri perhaps would have hoped. Years spent under the boot of others forged his will into something stronger - something a touch more persistent.

[ Both to his benefit and his detriment. ]

"I simply want to meet your expectations," He replied, "We are a team together in this, aren't we? Therefore: you ask me to be darling-"

"I'd hate to fall short of how darling you're expecting."

Golden capped fingers tapped at the table.

He still wore that stupid grin on his face.

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     The  Blood  of  Bhaal       immediately  began  to  regret  ever  using  the  word   “darling”   in  his  presence.  Something  so  common  in  her  vocabulary,  and  now  blatantly,  shamelessly  turned  against  her.  A  rare  moment   ;   she  envied  Ketheric  for  having  left  already.  Away  from  this  conversation.  Out  of  this  room.

   It  must  be  nice.

       ❝  How  foolish  of  me  to  assume  you  would  be  able  to  get  it,  then.  Tragic.  ❞       The  tapping  began  to  grate  on  her  brain,  as  if  whatever  he  does  is  ten  times  louder  in  volume  than  it  truly  is.  An  urge  to  reach  out,  making  him  stop.  Because  of  course  he  knew  it  would  evoke  something  out  of  the  bhaalspawn.

And  unable  to  stop  her  hand,  slim  fingers  wrapped  around  his  wrist.  The  goal   :  restricting  any  further  infuriating  noise.

       ❝  How  about  you  stop  being  a  nuisance  to  my  ears    ?   That  would  be  truly  darling  of  you.  ❞       Inclining  her  head  when  pale  orbs  fixed  the  man  in  a  stoic  stare.       ❝  Ketheric  is  gone.  There  is  no  need  for  my  partner  to  practice  getting  on  the  old  one's  nerves.  Alternatively,  you  might  as  well  do  it  in  private.  ❞

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        There  was  one  thing  certain.       Both  Chosen  were  always  on  the  hunt  for  reactions   ;   alas,  the  sorceress  prided  herself  on  not  having  to  use  the  wet  popping  of  a  shoulder  in  order  to  evoke  such  things.  It  annoyed  her  as  much  as  Gortash  hoped  it  would  Ketheric     (  and  Masking  it  with  moderate  effort  )  .

       ❝  I  don't  need  to  answer  that.  ❞       At  the  question  about  her  displeasure.  Flat  voice,  she  lifted  her  hand   ;   away  from  the  culprit  cause  of  her  annoyance.

    And  now  he  wanted  to  barter  about  it.  The  absolute  nerve  of  this  man.

A  lesser  person  would  have  known  their  place   &   probably  known  how  one  would  not  keep  talking   &   start  obeying.

Oh  well.

       ❝  You  need  convincing     ?    Are  you  jesting     ?  ❞       Her  brow  quirked  up,  not  intrigued.  Perhaps  a  little  amused  by  this  leap  of  faith  the  tyrant  does.       ❝  Do  you  want  me  to  praise  your  ability  to  dislocate  your  limbs     ?     Elaborate.  ❞

▌  CONTINUED  @deathcultp0litics

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anon I want you to know that I am always thinking about this

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒   //   lost  the  meme  .  .  .

 ▌@aetherose  sent  : [  shoulder  ]  –  for  the  sender’s  muse  to  place  a  hand  on  the  receiver’s  shoulder  to  comfort  them,  or  stop  them.  from  Nimue-  its  probably  her  tryna  comfort  her  sister,  but  go  wild  LOL

       A  hand  that  was  unmistakably  meant  to  soothe,       warm   &   familiar   ;   yet  it  did  little  to  ease  the  sorceress'  ever-ill  mood.  Esteri  revolted  at  the  touch,  and  for  some  reason,  her  ever-present  armor  of  agathys  did  not  go  off. 

       ❝  Do  not  touch  me.  ❞       A  voice  that  held  little  compassion.  It  was  a  bitter  bunch  of  words  that  barely  made  it  past  painted  lips.  Pale  eyes  wore  hatred,  not  particularly  targeted  at  her  sister,  frustration   ;   however,  Nimue  received  the  blow  instead  of  anyone  else.

She  did  not  control  the  attack   ;   when  was  that  really  the  case     ?     Her  hands  were  always  guided  by  a  higher  power.  She  was  a  paintbrush  in  his  magnificent  scheme.  A  thankful  servant  to  his  carnage.  Art,  the  other  bhaalspawn  appeared  to  fail  understanding.       ❝  I'm  not  a  weak  little  fawn  in  need  of  comfort.  ❞     Esteri's  head  was  a  tangled  mess    —    they  needed  the  stones,  needed  to  bring  back  the  order  she  orchestrated  times  ago   ;   and  forgot.  Always  in  charge.  Slaying  her  own  bhaalists  was  a  means  to  an  end.  They  were  in  the  way,  and  Orin  would  suffer  the  consequences  of  stealing  her  limelight.

That  ghostly  visage  turned  to  address  the  other,       ❝  We  do  not  retreat  to  the  inn.  Onward.  I  have  no  time  for  sulking  about  nameless  tools.  ❞

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i would have too much power with a sylas muse

[fvngus]

barn owl slayer

[greelin]

“he has your blood all over his mouth” well we are in love. If you must know

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put esteri in a pink ballerina tutu

Dress my muse up

jokes on you, she still slays.

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👕 + uno reverse durge in red lingerie

Dress my muse up

ForEVER jealous of Gortash. Even less covered under the cut.

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Two flavors of people.

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demacian Esteri? ;;

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🔥 + so.. feet, hm?

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒    //    spicy   asks   .

       The  blood  of  Bhaal  was  getting  hotter.        It  wasn't,  however,  shame,  nor  was  she  flustered. 

      ❝  It's  the  receiving  part,  not  the  giving  one.  I  will  not  wear  this  title  you  want  to  put  onto  me.  ❞

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🔥 + "Word around camp is that ya got a foot fetish- is that true ?? I've never known anyone with one- "

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒    //    spicy   asks   .

       She  scoffed  in  mild  frustration.         It  was  anger,  even.  For  her  dear  sister  who  could  not  hold  her  blasted  mouth. 

       ❝  Not  in  the  common  sense.  ❞       She  defended.        ❝  Refrain  from  looking  at  me  as  if  I  was  an  alien.  I  am  not  eating  god-forsaken  spiders.  I'm  not  eating  anything.  ❞