#blackwine

[explodinggummies]

Blackwine lol

[nerdygirlwithanxiety]

A small short story...The origin part 1 out of ???;

TRIGGER WARNING: mention of abuse

It was a stormy night, 10:00 pm exact. A young male looked about five years old was skipping through the puddle wearing a red hood humming to himself until he slid and skidded his knee. He hissed to himself but manage to force himself up until he heard a voice yelling in the other side of the bush which made him let out a small gasp and quickly hid but peeked through to see a injured male looking around the same age as him and another male..an adult yelling at him belittling him and occasionally kicking the child until he was unconscious. The man scoffed at him "pathetic. I expected more from you Marshall." The man grumbled took one last kick before lighting a cigarette and began to walk off "as punishment for your little fuck up you can sleep out here" he spoke with venom. The little boy stayed behind the bush until he knew it was clear to come out, one look and already felt what felt like a kitten or some animal imprinting on their human or companion, he knew instantly he had to help in some way so he did his reckless little way to find a way to pick the unknown boy up and carry him home...which took a bit until he found a way his wagon. He carried the boy all the way home saw that his father was on the couch asleep while his older brother was sitting on the floor watching TV.

"Hm? Oh hey Anthony what you got there?"

The male asked revealing the other boy name. Anthony stood their blinking innocently and smile. The older brother smiled and chuckle as if he understood what the silence meant.

"Alright but be aware if dad found out you snuck someone in he's gonna be piiiissed"

Anthony nodded signed languaged toward Zack before going into his room to study the injured knocked out boy. He suddenly lit up. Bandages where did father put the Bandages? He went to the bathroom and snuck the Bandages into hus room where he studied the boy one more time before went out of the room again grab some wipes and other things he may need and began cleaning his injuries. Perks of having a father as an right hand man in the army is knowing how to tend those in need. Anthony continue to tend the I juries until he heard a small noise and a small gasp as the boy sat up making Anthony step back to give him some room

The boy looked around frantic

"D...dad!?...where am i!?"

The boy panic realizing he's not where he was training yet alone around where his father was but yelp again when he saw Anthony

"Who are you and where am i!?"

He yelled frantic until Anthony try to sign language towards him

"H..huh?"

He asked confused. Anthony tap his foot thinking looking around trying to find a way to communicate but suddenly he smile as he scroung around to find the tablet

"Hi! I'm a friend!"

The tablet spoke making mercury more confused

"I. Saw. You. Injured."

Anthony thought more then added

"I helpt"

The boy look confused until suddenly a thing pointed at the bandages

"You...did that?"

He said softly touching the Bandages but smiled softly.

"Thank you.."

He said softly eyes watering a little

"I'm. Ant. Honey"

The boy blink but mange to catch on

"Anthony?"

He asked confused, as a responded anthonys eyes lit up and nodded excitedly and pointed at him excitedly

"O..oh uh.."

The boy said a little shy but amused unsure what he wants. Anthony then typed

"What. Is. Your. Name?"

"O..oh..it's marshall"

He said softly but jolted when he felt anthonys cold hands on his knees and suddenly move his head back when Anthony leaned in close excitedly smiling, Marshall chuckled slightly nervous catching on what he's thinking...a new friend, but felt amused by this reaction and stramge new feeling, making this their beginning of a strangely beautifully tragic bond beings.

SOME MOOTS YOU SHOULD TOTALLY FOLLOW;

@throrn2048 @dragoonbutched @shoko-arts

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Post by @nerdygirlwithanxiety

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[alixero]

D&D item concept: Potion of Undeath, AKA "Blackwine"

Grave Dirt

Black onyx gemstone (150gp), freshly crushed

Entire bottle of Wine, any type

Negative Energy, applied over 8 hours*

Midnight Tears (poison), one dosage

~Makes a single dosage~

Final result is a wine of darker hue than that of the original bottles contents with almost constantly swirling gemstone particles, a slight earthy aftertaste. The creation process reduces the fluid quantity to an amount small enough to fit inside a Potion bottle or typical tankard.

Upon consumption, anyone drinking Blackwine is compelled to finish the entire "dosage" due to addictive taste, however no side effects are noticeable until midnight following the consumption.

Once Midnight occurs the poison, enhanced by the Negative Energy, quickly spreads throughout the body of the afflicted before instantaneously ending their life, only to reanimate them as an Undead whilst retaining their sense of self.

The afflicted is mostly unaware of this process, the most noticeable aspect being they appear to fall asleep for a few moments.

After this point:

•the Afflicted is considered an Undead Creature

•gains Immunity to Poison damage

•gains resistance to Cold, and Necrotic damage

•is weak to Radiant damage

•no longer requires food, drink, air, or sleep but still regain use of abilities that require Short or Long Rests and are able to be affected by Exhaustion if they push their body to hard, risking major damage such as broken bones instead of death the more Exhaustion accumulated.

• affected by spells and abilities that target Undead

• Hit Points are restored by healing effects albeit at Half their normal effectiveness

The Afflicted's body will being deteriorating after 5 years or less depending on how hard they push it, eventually becoming a Skeleton, unable to communicate with the world.

*[Burning spellslots can reduce the time required by 1 hour per slot burned]

[bornpariah-a]

@blackwine // sc.

              People disliking him on sight is not, technically, something that Dorian is entirely unfamiliar with. Particularly down here in the SOUTH, where he is not only a pariah, he is pure evil embodied into a singular man. What an honor, truly, that people think of him as something so definite, something so finite, something greater than a man. Regardless, he understands, he gets it, it expects nothing less because he, as a rule of thumb, remains to be a REALIST constantly skirting the border of a PESSIMIST in regards to a great many things.

              The new guy, however, constantly seems to be on the verge of outright murdering him. As much as he jokes about the fact that none of them will survive this ( d.orian p.avus takes nothing seriously, after all ) he rather LIKES being alive and would see to it that he remains as such. Which means that being alone with this man is, probably, not the best choice but. Well. He’s Varric’s friend, so Dorian supposes that he will have to deal with it, in one way or another.

              Rather like an inevitability. Hm. Dorian never did like that word.

            ❝ —— Most would at least buy me a drink before looking at me with such intent, I'll have you know, ❞ he says this faux-haughtily, with a bit of a sniff to accompany the words. Okay, so joking probably isn’t the best response to the situation, but that’s neither here nor there.

[makerbound]

@blackwine | starter call. (selectively accepting)

Fenris,

I greatly enjoyed our conversation about the Maker and our shared faith in Him. It stayed with me as I travelled to Val Royaux on our Inquisitor’s side, both the good and the bad. I wish to extend an invitation to you: When your doubts and your fears collide again, come seek me out, and we shall talk again. 

Maybe over a glass of Nevarran red; please consider the attached bottle a gift from the imperial markets. 

Maker guide you,

C.P.

[hathlostway]

blackwine replied to your photoset: honeycut: i’m going to absolutely lose my mind at...

(fenris/samson voice) I see.

falkwjerlkj

[honeycut-a-blog]

SHE  SEES  HIM  WELL  BEFORE  HE  SEES  HER.   black  widow  lounging  in  her  webbing,   that  long,  looming  figure  contrast  against  the  bright  red  of  the  booth  ;  in  the  myriad  of  color  before  her,   he  stands  as  a  brash  stroke  of  white.

and  so  juxtaposed  to  his  mindfulness   ---   hands  kept  in  his  pockets,  edging  shoulders  away  from  wild  hands,  eyes  searching   ---   she  occupies  the  entirety  of  her  space  in  loose  confidence,   elbows  propped,   drink  stirring,   legs  crossed  beneath  the  table  with  one  foot  idly  wagging.

his  eyes  bee  -  line  to  land  on  hers,   gazes  melting  into  lock.   

and  perhaps  it’s  the  trick  timing  between  flashing  lights,   the  way  he  lags  as  if  taken  aback  ;   perhaps  it’s  how  she  beckons  him  like  she  has  a  secret,   finger  curling  with  a  low  sneer.   either  way,   he  gets  it   ...   and   she  likes  the  way  it  dawns  upon  him.

a  pleasant  surprise  to  her,   too.

                      ❛    well,   well.    ❜    that  silver  tongue  slips  over  her  upper  lip,   pressed  to  an  incisor  as  her  eyes  drop  in  assessment.     ❛    fancy  that,   then.    ❜  

*    STARTER.     ( @blackwine )