ᴸᵃˢᵗ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ˢᵒⁿ , ᵗʰᵉ ᴮˡⁱᵍʰᵗ

[spidrsilk]

#𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠 / I'mbrose Auvryval. Baldur's gate 3 original character. welcome , this is an oc focused on bg3 + d&d lore . The blog is written by lobotomy [ 24 ] . All lore will be homebrew / bg3 reliant / and heavily associated with @thyknife . I am multi ship multi verse . rules will be below under the cut . 𝙀𝙎𝙏. 10/4/23 carrd. [ wip ]

01. No minors. I hate kids. I'm 24 and I would like all my partners to be 21+

02. Racism. Homophobia. Pedo. Pro ship. Blocked immediately. If you are on my dash just being way out of pocket and insane I am just going to sidestep that.

03. No spam liking. Etiquette, please. No spam messaging. Don’t forceship me. I’ll scream and the hat man WILL come, so. choose wisely.

04. On the topic of shipping, I like doing it! I do need/want chemistry between characters to really dedicate to it though. I am an even larger fan of the slow burn, platonic relationships, and other factors that can contribute to an interaction.

05. CW for gore etc will be tagged simply. I love horror so please follow judiciously ( Examples are, Blood tw Gore tw ) I do not protect your online experience, you do. I tag for the sake of the mutuals whom I love but if you know this isn't your scene, protect yourself, please.

06. I don’t want DM’s if we aren’t mutuals. If you want to talk to me just follow me and strike up a convo!

07. I tend to go on my own hiatuses and I don’t hold softblocking me to maintain your blog, personally ( unless you’re my friend, then ima snatch you. ) I personally softblock people for maintenance of my own following! Never is it really personal, and I welcome you to follow me back and shoot me a message if you’re anxious to do so. Just follow and message me, I don’t mind.

08. In summary I find that I am a very low-maintenance person, you can approach me and I am very open in that regard. I really only want to methodically skin you alive and wear you to the next social function. So no fear in starting the dialogue with me ❤️

09. FEEL FREE to take an ask i've done for you and continue it , I welcome it.

[spidrsilk]

Minthara’s like imbrose because he lets them girl boss unquestioned

[arachling2-deactivated20240107]

i can't believe you fell for that.

Heavy is the silence that hangs in the air, his eyes casting a stare far into the horizon, into the night sky full of stars & into the trees in the distance. He was looking anywhere in the world around him, anywhere, except at his brother's face.

❛ I know. ❜ Comes the well awaited sigh of defeat. ❛ It was decades before you could lie to me & get away with it. ❜

There are too many thoughts coursing through his turbulent mind, some of them werre woeful, some of them picking apart the events between then & now to find where he began slipping, but all of them followed the same sensation that seemed to building in his chest now.

Regret. Maybe a slight stabbing sensation, too. ❛ It's a hard lesson learned, but a necessary one I suppose. The 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗐 might've been right about this. To cast off the burdens of the heart in favor of strengthening the mind. Pragmatism over ' feelings '. ❜

His head moves in a slow tilt, returning his brother's gaze, affirmed & resolute. ❛ A hearts strings are far too easy to pull on. Best to cut them & keep it that way. ❜

@spidrsilk : Answered prompts

[s4dpngs]

[spidrsilk]

I’mbrose would steal from your pockets and then spend all night trying to help you find the culprit

[spidrsilk]

❛ i should think you still have dreams? ❜

Fantasies dappled his mind in childhood , once new ideas planted themselves inside him it was almost impossible to take away that gleam. It was always things he kept close to himself. Making the mistake of telling the wrong person any wandering philosophies would mean his life was forfeit. He valued trivial things like his life , even when he believed it wasn't his to value. Born to be an extension of a matron's pride , who was he to make a decision on something she had ownership of ? He was no life bringer , just the privileged one to breathe as a piece of her - but he was so ungrateful , he always wanted more. ❛ I dream in obscure colors , I know the essence of a yearning I cannot discern. Do you think some god is making my brain their playground ? Or maybe some unearthed erotic desires that haven't materialized in my psyche yet ? ❜ his idea of a joke in the end. He's new to brazen dreaming , let a novice hone his practice.

@lunarscaled bloodborne sentence starters. accepting.

[do-re-memes]

— bloodborne ; sentence starters.

❛ the morning will always come. ❜

❛ this will be your home, for now. ❜

❛ look at you, you sorry drunk. ❜

❛ don't you worry. this will help you forget. ❜

❛ i've never been of use to anyone. ❜

❛ i only wanted to help... ❜

❛ your blood is tainted. ❜

❛ is it the blood, or are you just raving mad? ❜

❛ this can't be the real you... please, stop. ❜

❛ i have no time for your petty lies. ❜

❛ i will never leave your side. ❜

❛ your presence somehow soothes. ❜

❛ i only wanted... to be your... friend. ❜

❛ would you ever think to love me? ❜

❛ you let the blood get the best of you. ❜

❛ remember yourself. you are not a beast. ❜

❛ you are no more than a beast. i should've known. ❜

❛ too proud to show your true face, eh? ❜

❛ i don't seem apt for this life anymore. ❜

❛ please, just stop. stop, please! ❜

❛ of course... i do love you. ❜

❛ we are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. ❜

❛ my eyes grow heavy... let me rest a while. i'll be fine, just wait. ❜

❛ whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good. ❜

❛ we must find a way to surpass our own stupidity. ❜

❛ isn't it time someone put you out of your misery? ❜

❛ just think about what you're doing. it's utter madness. ❜

❛ what good is your immortality now? ❜

❛ may you find your worth in the waking world. ❜

❛ you'll be one of them, sooner or later. ❜

❛ have you got a screw loose? or is it your... animal intuition? ❜

❛ you call me a beast? a beast? what would you know? i didn't ask for this! ❜

❛ without fear in our hearts, we're little different from beasts ourselves. ❜

❛ you can't bottle everything up inside. you mustn't be afraid to share. ❜

❛ rancid beasts, every last one of them. ❜

❛ i should think you still have dreams? ❜

❛ but... do the gods love their creations? ❜

❛ you know not the value you possess. ❜

❛ if you insist on hunting them, then i will hunt you first. you understand me? ❜

❛ what is the meaning of this? why turn your blade on me? ❜

❛ oh, don't worry. whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream. ❜

[spidrsilk]

❛ the morning will always come. ❜

Sounded like a phrase over top creatures told themselves to experience the hardships of night. Attributing the bleak blank space of void with something negative , something painful. His fingers trailed the ground beneath him to bury the tips into the cool soil. To feel grounded , and connected to these words as he speaks. ❛ In my home , the morning did not exist. We did not have a sun to miss. ❜ He looks to the tiefling , and the flat expression carries a genuine aura. ❛ I do know it now , and I see why people miss its presence. ❜

@stxrmstained

[deityofhearts]

why is this the funniest response I could’ve been given

[spidrsilk]

Differences continued to stack up , odd after odd that he had laid at his feet. Silently he would decipher in his mind , trying to understand the simplicities of life up top. A decade and he still finds himself with a head-turning in curiosity as he held the tattered flyer, Circus ? What in the nine hells is that ? The depiction was odd , he would categorize this as entertainment , but just from the pictures he could not see the appeal. It looks like an obscene assault of colors and cheap cantrips , but if it attracted a crowd - it would be an abundance of pockets to lighten.

❛ ridiculous. ❜ and he crumbles the advertisement in his hands to chuck behind his shoulders. The druid did not intend for it to smack someone the back of the head , but fate and what not.

❛ starter for @lunarscaled

[spidrsilk]

i'd do anything for an illithid bad bitch idc - manipulate and gaslight me baby

[spidrsilk]

There was a balance a tavern should always strive to maintain , integral pieces to this dance of inebriated leisure. The drow lists them simply. Bodies , to keep the noise mind-numbing - Strong wine , to keep his eyes half opened for this life and the next - and a Bard , probably the most important piece. Without the bard , he would simply feel like a sad drunkard palm to cheek leaning up on a table, but with a bard, he was a drunk with a jubilant song keeping him smiling. The experiences were vastly different , and no one would convince him otherwise. Digging in starved pockets he pulls out his last piece of gold to toss to the artist at play , ❛ Sing anything , if you'd be so kind. It could be a ballad on death as far as I'm concerned. ❜

❛ starter for @indeath

[spidrsilk]

" Excuse me. He asked for no pickles. " @thyknife Just had to screenshot the brothers in action.

[devilsdens]

“ we'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of. ”

@spidrsilk   ›      𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁    ˎˊ˗

[spidrsilk]

The shrouded drow reaches across the grand table to tip the neck of a thick full-bodied red to pour into the devil's cup. ❛ You know my only interest in procuring infernal trinkets , small things your master wouldn't notice. I have people to satisfy. ❜

@onlyfiends

[backscar-archive]

I ALWAYS WANTED TO DIE CLEAN AND PRETTY , an independent, selective and mutuals only writing blog for 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙽 of Larian Studio's 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙸𝙸. Established in December 2022, revived in May 2023 & revamped in October. LURED BY VAMPYRE, THEY/THEM, 21+. Rules are an important must to read.

[spidrsilk]

This was supposed to be the easiest job he had the pleasure of partaking in , instead he is crippled from an altercation he was less than prepared for. Hand cusps the lower end of his belly - certain some organ would be bubbling out of the slit of flesh , but he hobbled away with his life still. He was being stubborn , if he was going to be on the brink of death he might as well make away with all the loot he had his eyes on , even with a band of Zhentarim whelps hunting him down like dogs. The bag was full of stolen goods that weighed him down , and with a desperate pursuit for safety to properly lick these wounds he trips from poor balance. A few rough tumbles down a hill infuriated his wound until his body slammed and laid bare in some thorny bushes.

This was supposed to be the easy job , if he survives this . . . that old man will get this druid's hands wrung around his neck. Until then - his eyes shut until he settles the thrumming of his heart. ❛ Oak father preserve me and see I am not to richen this soil tonight. ❜

@vannaspar ⤿ liked for a starter.

[arakhorre-deactivated20251110]

❝ Oak father preserve you, child... you're infected aren't you ? ❞

Independent, semi-selective, low activity & mutuals only rp blog for Baldur's Gate 3's Halsin.

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