#empcrer

[illithidparasite]

“&– - If my attention is wished for enough to use old memories, another method must be considered.” // @empcrer

[wcrshipcr]

@empcrer asked : " until then, try not to die. " from x .

there   was   something   close   to   a   half-smile   on   the   dark   urge’s   face   ,   faint   and   fleeting   ,   as   his   greying   eyes   narrowed   just   enough   to   betray   a   hint   of   amusement   .   (   death   had   always   been   familiar   to   him   )   -   waiting   ,   reaching   from   every   corner   ,   and   he   had   delivered   countless   souls   into   its   grasp   without   hesitation   .   alas   ,   fate   had   split   his   thirst   for   bloodshed   -   (   leaving   him   with   a   parasite   in   his   skull   )   and   memories   fractured   ,   a   skull   split   ,   with   the   very   weapon   that   once   belonged   to   the   dark   urge   .

❝   .   .   .   you   still   underestimate   me   ?   if   i   had   a   heart   -   i   might   consider   it   hurt   .   ❞   a   rare   exchange   of   wit   ,   his   usual   stoic   demeanor   giving   way   ,   (   if   only   briefly   )   ,   to   something   almost   human   .   and   in   its   own   way   ,   it   felt   more   grotesque   than   anything   his   depraved   mind   usually   conjured   .

[creatorne]

THE REACTION GAINED WAS EXACTLY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE HOPED. Not out of maliciousness, but curiosity. Boredom perhaps too. INFORMATION IT HAD GAINED ABOUT HIM WAS MINIMAL, but not unsubstantial. Even this small test proved it in reaction so very atypical of an illithid, even more so an ulitharid. She would know, given own oddity the vesseled God was. “&– - If I had desire to harm you, I would've acted by now.” It purrs almost like a laugh-- - it was not that the others attempts were INAFFECTIVE on the great beast; it was that the whips against brain and hands pressed to maw were a worthy trade for now. “&– - I find it... fascinating that was your first reaction.” // @empcrer continued from HERE

[empcrer]

@unfortunatedarling inquired – "Something’s watching us."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. Sharp, magenta eyes scan the treeline, but Us has already relayed how many eyes are upon them. He didn't expect their mission to be without danger, especially when going close to the old crash site, but their destination isn't his failed attempt at navigating a nautiloid.

" ...Githyanki. " It almost sounds like he's growling, a slight vibration across their mind, but he presses on.

Their adversaries are probably aware they're drawing close to Jergal's Temple. Deep within, there are more texts about the ancient god that may lead to his whereabouts. The ulitharid wasn't finished with him yet, and why he asked Yu-nae to accompany him.

He crosses under a decaying archway and dissipates the psionic ball of light from his palm. " Prepare yourself, you recall how... confrontational they are. "

[eldritchborn]

“&– - Though the fear keeps me moving, you're standing next to me.” // @empcrer liked for a lyrical starter

[relentlessgrief]

actual depiction of connor and the emperor ( @empcrer )

some days they’re okay with each other, other days it’s like—

[haresvoid]

Ending off the year with some married colony squids // @empcrer

[tenthhell]

@empcrer gets a plotted starter.

          The gift that keeps on giving, or the tick that won't stop biting? Such thoughts only ever surface after one of Raphael's incessant visits to the party or their camp. Truly, a devil who apparently couldn't catch the meaning of fuck off; or, more accurately, had something planned than he couldn't afford to have butchered, even in the face of scorn from his better. No matter; like humans dug out foxes, he and his schemes would be laid bare sooner or later.

          But the now all-too ( and admittedly rather expected this particular time ) familiar tug draws the she-devil from her own musings to the Emperor's call. No doubt, this, like their conversation earlier in the day, would also be about the same -- and he's lucky she doesn't consider his summons beneath her. The Astral Realm is pretty, after all.... And the Emperor's enigma fascinating, in its way, second only to the small bits of gratitude Orianna supposes he deserves; the tadpole's power is wonderful and all, but it wasn't lost on her that she'd have been its puppet were it not for him. Now whether she'll ever deign to share that.....

          "You should be thankful I am not a lady in need of her beauty sleep, you know." Bemusement laces her tone rather than the venom one might expect were she a creature that needed rest, but doesn't quite reach her typically serene expression. There are, after all, perks to being able to pick and choose when one sleeps, and at the moment, the highest of them is the ability to share these conversations with the Emperor without the bite of fatigue dragging down her temper. All the same, there's much to be said for getting off of one's feet, and so she wastes little time in settling on the ground across from her host in a comfortable side-sit.

                    "Now.... What might I assist you with tonight?"