#zalimbane

[bloodtwin]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

&&.  (  @zalimbane  )  the  steel-watch  have  come  to  arrest  you  on  the  grounds  of  'stealing  lord  gortash's  whole  look  '  lord  gortash  is  the  only  younger  handsome  man  allowed  in  baldurs  gate  .

        ❝   AH,   BUT   IS   HE   ALSO    a   younger,  handsome  WOMAN  as  well   ?     Checkmate, misogynist.   ❞

[sleetkissed-a]

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[karnavale]

Uçurumlardan aldı beni daha yüksekten attı zalim.

[ban1te-moved]

( pretending to be his mirror ) ❝ i am handsome , i am young . i do not need love , only for the sheep to fear me . I am handsome--- ❞

to the only person who mattered in the room ❛ you're absolutely right. i am handsome , i am young . . . ❜ and he repeats it back to him, feeling like his authoritative self again. ❛ well . i do think it's time to cull some sheep. ❜

[accultant]

❝ your sibling is the most joyous of allies , but i may question where you lie in this agreement ? are we to be jovial ? friends ? ----- enemies ? ❞

"I didn't realize 'ally' and 'lab rat' were so interchangeable..."

They let his question remain unanswered for a few very long beats, slowly looking Lord Enver Gortash up and down, studying him. In another circumstance, the two could probably bond over the intricacies of the artificer's mechanisms or a fascination for certain explosive devices and the mayhem a wild magic sorcerer could bring to his tastes. His talent in plotting intrigues Iago more than the bloodshed and gore the Bhaalists bring to their schemes, even -

But for the most part, Iago only knows Gortash as the reason they have to help Puck untangle shrapnel from his hair after each visit. They truly do not know what is wrong with those two.

With a dismissive wave of their hand and a sigh, they answer flatly, "I'm sure we can get along fine enough as long as you refrain from using me as target practice. I lack the death wish durability that my twin likes to woo you with."

[ban1te]

❝ ah ----- it appears we are twins ; we should make an alliance as the two black fists of bane ; rule number one . never trust yourself . ❞ ( something under his coat starts to tick and will explode in 10 seconds . how they both get out alive ; is a true test of wits . )

❛❛ ah, but there can only be one dashing genius, my dear twin. rule number two . always come prepared. ❜❜ there can be another way out if not for their wit perhaps .... and his already undoing the laces of his shirt.

[petitmori]

Drew this because @zalimbane had to mention a throuple with durge and an arranged marriage au at some point and my brain now has worms about it. Anyway pov you’re durge and they wanna know if you’d like to dance?

[loyalborn]

s.c. // @zalimbane

He may have been born of blood, but he felt as if he had been formed by clay like some creature of legend. Chest rising and falling in deep breaths, he took his first steps into Baldur's Gate. His father, his true father, had made Himself known to him and drove him out of his isolated life and into civilization. There, Beowulf would be able to properly honor Him.

The night provided a secure cover, but it proved to be useless as the streets were near empty. A guard milled about, a few people stumbling from tavern to tavern. For the most part, however, it was just a young man, his insatiable urge to kill, and his new hunting ground.

His first kill in the city had been a gorey mess. It wasn't his normal style, as he didn't believe the dramatics were required to show his faith. But the urge had possessed him and he had blacked out. He would need to be careful to not go so long without killing so not to risk being thrown into that state again. Until then, he would lick the blood from his hands like a cat trying to clean itself.