#dicethrow

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"Pretend you're my boyfriend," Gale glanced over his shoulder and then back to Astarion. "Quick, please. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Pretend I'm your what?" Astarion asked, blinking his eyes a few times as he looked to the wizard with the expression of a puzzled cat. They were in the markets of Baldur's Gate, the two of them somehow trusted with enough gold to pick up supplies whilst the others gathered information. He'd been looking at the display of food on the stands in front of him, wondering why in the world he was the one tasked with picking it out when he didn't even consume the stuff.

That's when the wizard had come up behind him, rather close behind him, giving the vampire a surprisingly little bit of a start and then posing the question and offering a favor all in one breath. "Gale, darling, are you feeling all right? Did you hit your head or something? What's going on?"

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Illario was a light sleeper, for a number of reasons. The first was, of course, the paranoia of an assassin. Especially one with his sort of connections and power within his organization. Another was the vigilance of being able to snap to and be ready in an instant for any orders his patron might give him. But Zara had been quiet ever since this disaster of an adventure started, and there was no way his enemies knew where he was, snatched away as he had been from his comfortable loft in Baldur's Gate.

So when he'd heard a shout from the next tent over, he awoke with a start and sat bolt-upright in his bedroll, wondering if they were under attack. Scrambling out of the tent with dagger in hand, he gave a brief scan of the camp, but no one else seemed to be disturbed, yet he heard another shout from the tent.

Finn's tent.

"Mierda." A sigh passed through his lips and he debated on a moment of whether or not to check in on the other man. When they weren't at each other's throats, he could actually be present company, and if he was being attacked...

So a split second later he was over at the man's tent and opening the flap, ready to slide a dagger into the side or neck of a midnight intruder.

Only Finn was alone, and he wasn't quite sure if the rogue was asleep or awake as he sat in his hammock, eyes wide and filled with a fear he had yet to see on the other man's face.

"Finn...?" Illario asked cautiously, a hint of concern in his voice, lowering the dagger but keeping it in hand just in case.

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The Crows had been in chaos since the Demon of Vyrantium returned from the dead, only for the First Talon to be assassinated, and then there were the whispers of Venatori working with Crows. She and Viago had a lot of their plate, a lot of planning and scheming to do. They had to find the traitors, they had to find the ones who killed Caterina and who had sold Lucanis out to the ones in the Ossuary.

Oh, and there were also the contract that Lucanis had to take down gods. As a Talon, she knew that the assassin would need all the support that she and Viago could provide. But, if Viago was going to be of any use, he was going to need to sleep instead of pacing and letting his mind race. Bastardo paranoico.

"Viago, mi cariño, I say this with all the love in my heart for you... if you do not come to bed I will hog tie you and drag you there myself."

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🎁 (Brazilian funk for Gale pls)

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Song: sentaDONA by Luísa Sonza

"They say there are no feelings involved. But baby when I sit, they fall in love."

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@dicethrow asked:

❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞

... Blood and Darkness || Accepting

"Hopefully I don't prove myself as too much of a handful" Fists rested against her hip with a smile as she tried to ignore the ever so light heat on her cheeks. She was always a fast one, running off place to place, moving onto the next adventure. "And thank you, for making the Lighthouse feel a bit more like home." There was a comfort in it, mainly due to how uncomfortable necromancy feels to others, especially those from outside of Nevarra.

[lcftyambiticns]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

I've been writing in online spaces for over a DECADE now (whhhhat), and while I've met some incredible people, I've also encountered a few genuinely awful ones. One instance that stands out was when my shipping partner and I were sent a picture of a dead child — I'll spare you the details — because someone was jealous OOC about our characters starting a family???? wtff. This happened maaaany years ago, but it still makes my skin crawl when I think about it :/ Like... who does that???

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Honestly, I rarely lose my chill and I can't think of anything specific right now? That said, my tolerance for BULLSHIT has dropped drastically over the past few years ^^' I'll try to nope out waaaay before someone pushes me to the point of losing my chill — bc, honestly, stuff like that doesn't happen overnight (in most cases). These are the things I avoid bc they WOULD make me lose my chill; if you gatekeep / whiteknight, stir up drama, act overly possessive of my muse, try to dictate my writing, godmod, push ships I don't want, hound me for replies almost every day, bring nonstop negativity into my space (It's okay to vent sometimes, but if you constantly post irl negativity on your RP blogs, I'm out), ignore the 7th meme and 3rd plotting request I've sent, or if I notice you don't show the same interest in our RPs. Also, bad communication is a pet peeve of mine. I can't read minds. Still, talking to our fellow writers is something we all can improve on, myself included. If something upsets you, I encourage you to speak up. Most things can be solved by using our vocal cords. Or in this case, by typing.

the salty af munday meme

[relentlessgrief]

Finn offers Connor another leg. "Just don't ask where I got it from."

"..."

"Whose is this?"

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"Tell me, Emmerich, how does one give a skeleton truffles?"

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