Demiurge

— The choice was mine. The ruin, too. Indie Dark Urge, mun is 30+,

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BG3 Dark Urge, non-exclusive, OC Friendly. Plays Resistant/Embracing Urge, & Pre Bg3 Dark Urge. Open to creating AU's and Crossovers.

Call me Rhea! I use she/her pronouns, I'm 33. My discord is open to mutuals upon request.

— C A R R D — G U I D E L I N E S — B I O — A B O U T — S T A R T E R S

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Hey! So i'm alive. Sorry I went quiet. Work picked up and it feels like I blinked and teleported three weeks. I'm going to try and get through my drafts; but i'll be honest my creative bone is sore. My job takes a lot of that out of me. But I'm around. I love reading all the stories on my feed, Its like fanfiction for you page and I have a lot to catch up on. If you wanna talk or have banter rp i'm game for that!

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always loveee seeing such variety in Dark Urge character designs... like Bhaal is always on those old dress up games making Durges...

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Happy Pride Month! like me, Silver/Valreith is Pansexual.

This is one of the times that Bhaal actually shocked me. I honestly thought he would be upset that my Durge was dating Minthara. (Since no Bhaalspawn can be made from that pairing.) Nope! He was thrilled to add her to the family. He doesn't care who you bring home for dinner. You love them, that's all that matters. It was an oddly validating moment; I wasn't expecting to find in my embracing Durge playthrough. I love this game.

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First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences for muses meeting for the first time. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I'm beginning to find you quite interesting."

"I'm not going to have this conversation, least of all with someone I don't even know."

"How do you know where I live?"

"Who are you and why are you being so aggressive with me?"

"Do you always make this good of a first impression?"

"You don't say much, do you?"

"Oh good, I'm not the only one who's late!"

"I don't trust you. I can't trust you. I don't know who you are or where you come from."

"You have an interesting accent. Where are you from exactly?"

"Perhaps you'd like to know my name?"

"I got here by accident. How did you get here?"

"You're pretty cute, you know that?"

"Is small talk a way you deal with your anxiety?"

"It occurs to me that I don't know the first thing about you."

"I've been warned to watch out for women like you."

"Seeing as you let yourself in, forgive me if it's forwards to ask, but who the hell are you?"

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"You don't know me. You only know of me."

"How do you know that name? I haven't used that name in years!"

"Oh, hello! I know you, don't I?"

"You know, it is a little bit strange that we hardly know each other, right?"

"Hey, I immediately don't like you."

"I don't think we've ever been alone in a room together, have we?"

"Odd as it may seem, I don't feel you to be a stranger."

"I think your name is beautiful."

"You know that feeling you have that we've met before? It's the same with me."

"I was hoping we could talk a little business. Would you like some tea?"

"I'm not sure we've ever properly met."

"I didn't want us to meet like this."

"I hear you've been looking for me. I'm flattered."

"Hello! I love your work!"

"I have the strangest sense we've met before. Do you think that's possible? In another lifetime?"

"What are you doing sitting here all by yourself?"

"I've heard so much about you that I feel I almost know you."

"If you know so much about me, then perhaps you would like to say who you are?"

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I've spent more time in the character creator then actually playing the game at this point. This is my first resistant Druge run, and I'm still getting used to Gale being here.

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THE  EMPRESS:  A  sprawling  garden  in  full  bloom. - Durafein

The Urge within her twisted—it saw it too. She had hoped it wouldn’t notice, but that wasn’t how this worked. Silver came to rest against a stone half-wall, her gaze narrowing at the sprawling garden before her.

Specifically, at a patch of flowers nestled among the orchids and lilies was an interesting collection of very dangerous plants—plants she was sure would kill anyone on contact. The thought made the void within her smile.

There wasn’t even a gate to keep people away. This wasn’t a private garden. As far as she could tell, it was a public space. A park. Did no one see them?

Whoever had done this had chosen plants with beautiful flowers. It looked almost welcoming. But she knew them—and what they could do to a living person.

Why? Silver didn’t know. It was just one of those things she had an extensive knowledge of. Whoever she was before this was well versed in poisonous foliage for reasons she could not begin to fathom.

Someone had to have known this would kill people. There were too many in one spot. It felt deliberate. It was so horrifyingly efficient, so unassuming, so simple—it impressed both her and the Urge that scratched at her skeleton.

Leave it there, it whispered.

No. Something had to be done. Touching those flowers was not safe—fire was the only way she could think of.

Without a second thought that might make her hesitate, she summoned a flame into her hand. If she aimed right, she figured, she should be able to hit the deadly patch of flowers and miss all the people who were just trying to enjoy their afternoon.

[valcntines]

this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴀʀꜱɪꜱ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ?

For Silver tears

You've been holding it all in for so long, haven't you? It seems like there's no time, no space to fall apart. But you don't have to pretend to not be hurting. The tide of pain in you is cresting. Let it out. There's no judgement here.

For Valreith sleep

Tired, aren't you? That's okay -- it's been a long, long day. Can you even remember the last time you've had a nice rest, when you were truly at peace? How long have you been running on empty for, anyway? Please, sit, drink something warm, close your eyes. There will be time in the morning to do everything that needs to be done.

Tagged by: @darlingbardling

Tagging: @arcanistranger, @chainedbychoice, @awsheets, @luhnsilvars , and anyone who wants to give it a go.

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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 @darlingbardling

Silver was the last to join the party. She wasn’t the most approachable person, so any communication was kept brief and to the point. Normally, that was enough to keep people at arm’s length—stopped them from getting too chatty. Apparently, Bree was immune to that.

Silver didn’t like getting close to adventuring parties. She never knew how it was going to end for them, knowing The Urge. Why bother getting to know them?

The others seemed so familiar with each other; she just assumed Bree was part of that in her own way, or at least in the know.

“They didn’t tell you?” She scraped her plate clean, gathering a final bite. “Purification. Some Lathander artifact got corrupted by Sharran magic. They’re trying to restore it.”

With the plate empty, she tossed her fork onto it, a deep sigh escaping her—almost content, even though she had room for more. She always had room for more.

“How much do you know about the ritual?" She pushed her plate away, done with it. A book caught her eye: Cobblers and Pies: Baked Beans Can Be Fun by Friar Cookpot. She'd reached for it.

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THE  MOON:  A  foggy  forest  path

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

A thick fog rolled in with the early morning sun, covering the forest path in a warm white mist that rose too quickly and spread too fast. Silver watched the sunlight melt between the trees as she stabbed a steam Mephit in the mouth, quickly turning away to shield her face from the steam that burst out of its corpse. The sunrise was breathtaking.

This was one of those rare times when she and The Urge were in sync. This was pure bliss. Here, she could just let go—kill everything in sight—and there were plenty of Mephits to cleave through.

The job was easy enough on paper: find and kill the creatures hiding in the fog, locate the source, and collect its head. Easy. Should be done in time to still catch breakfast at the tavern.

…But then she saw how wide the fog spread, how many Mephitis were hunting between the trees. This was way more than she’d expected. What gave her pause made The Urge cackle with delight. In these moments, she knew to trust her Twitching Knife Hand. Sword and dagger in hand, she cleaved and stabbed her way into the steaming fog. There was a source—a wizard, a sorcerer, or maybe even hag,—she just had to cut her way to it, then drive her dagger into its heart.

The Urge purred at the thought of killing something that could bleed.

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Hi I'm alive! I've been a drunken pirate for a few days. I have so much writing to do, I'm so happy! Thank you all for interacting with my edgy girl.

[hellothisisangle]

Another temple shot

[arcanistranger]

“Can you feel that? the dark, it’s - hungry. Best watch the shadows.”

THEY ARE NO STRANGER to watching the shadows. remeria's gaze is already fixed upon the darkness, fingers idly sliding along an arrow they'd picked up in their travels.

above world, the darkness wouldn't feel so overbearing. it'd almost feel comforting, like being embraced in some sort of comforting hug. but that had been when the group was above ground. in the underdark, so close to the shadow-cursed lands, there's nothing very comforting about the blackness beyond their measly campfire. remeria hadn't been able to sleep much as a result, preferring to stand guard just on the edges of the light, peering into the abyssal black surrounding them.

"yeah," remeria says, barely moving their gaze over to their partner. "i don't like this area, it's too dark." they let the arrow slip from their fingers, making a small clatter as it hits the rocky ground they're standing on. they can't even remember where the arrow came from. probably from some goblins, or one of the deep folk.

it's not even the races they have to worry about. remeria has no idea what could be parading down here in the underdark. there's countless beings even deeper than even the drow. way too many beasts that wouldn't hesitate to kill on sight. if remeria were to tune their ears more closely with the surrounding area, they'd almost be certain they could hear distant, echo-y noises coming from somewhere. scuttling, maybe some hissing.

finally, they turn back to their party member. "you can't relax either?" they ask, trying to keep their voice steady. "you're welcome to join me over here. not much use trying to rest when ―like you said― the dark is hungry."

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Silver watched the arrow vanish into the dark abyss. The dark was her hunting ground—but she’d never hunted in the Underdark. At least, she thinks she hasn’t.

Silver isn’t entirely sure of anything. Normally, if she had knowledge of something, it would come back to her—like a train of thought she’d lost and just recovered. Like the Nordiland worgata the goblins had, or the gnolls on the road. Both such beautiful creatures. One look at them, and she’d realized she had extensive knowledge of them.

But this darkness brought nothing back. Surely, she couldn’t forget a place so terrifyingly beautiful.

As much as she loved it here, danger was lurking—waiting for them to drop their guard. Silver knows when she’s being hunted; part of her reveled in the game of it all. But she got the feeling she wasn’t used to being on this side of it.

Far too excited to relax, she nodded. “We should take watch in twos while we’re down here.”

Forgoing sleep made the vile pit inside her purr with delight—which worried her, but not as much as whatever was lurking just beyond the veil of darkness. As long as she was well-fed, she should be able to keep her ticks under control.

Taking them up on the offer, Silver fetched her swords and joined the watch. Her weapons could use some maintenance. Scavenged from a corpse—she forgot which—the grip was too padded for her, and she’d nearly dropped them once or twice in battle. Something told her they’d see action soon. Best be ready.

Silence was fine with her—Gods know she hadn’t exactly been an open book on this journey. But silence might make the creatures think they could approach. Best make some noise.

She was horrible with names. And conversation. But worse with names. Not a lot was sticking in her memory these days.

“So,” she began rather awkwardly as she stripped the leather off the hilt of her sword, “I’ll just be honest. I’ve forgotten your name.”

[tripsoftritium]

「私は神にあなたに感谢の誕生である…」

[darlingbardling]

𝄞𝄢 open starter ⭑.ᐟ {mutuals only}

BREE turns to yet another page in this godawful book: Pun Intended Vol. III by Theodore 'Chuckles' Farnsworth. The paperback is worn, the pages dog-eared and yellowed as if it's been read hundreds of times. ❛❛Okay, okay. You're going to love this one: 'What did the green grape say to the purple grape?' 'Breathe, you idiot!' Get it? ❜❜

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A snort of a chuckle escaped her mid-sip, surprising both Silver and the Urge that twisted in disgust inside her. The moment hit like a gut punch, forcing her to set her drink down and abandon the meal altogether.

"Hells, that one got me," she sighed, rubbing her face. "Ambushed by bad comedy."

The Urge coiled and seethed—puns always got her.

Silver had paid good coin for this food, and at this rate, it was going to be good coin wasted; she’d barely touched it. But she needed to eat something for everyone's sake. Grabbing the bread roll for herself, she shoved the rest of the plate to the center of the table.

Her smirk lingered as she glanced at Bree. "Where did you even find that cursed book?"

[darlingbardling]

𝄞𝄢 ❛❛ I found it in one of the abandoned villages we just passed through, ❜❜ she replied as she admired the worn face of the book's cover. The image was hardly visible, Bree could only make out what appeared to be a drawing of donkey laughing at its own ass.

She sighed wistfully as she flipped through the pages again. ❛❛ Pure comedy gold wasting away under a pile of rubble. I feel like I'm an excavator and I've uncovered ancient texts. ❜❜

Her gaze lifted from the book to Silver's plate as she slid it to the center of the table. Before one of their other party members could swoop down on it like a vulture, she grabbed it and pushed it back towards the latter.

❛❛ You should eat. ❜❜ Bree knew she shouldn't nag or play Mother Goose, especially with a near-stranger. But she couldn't help herself. ❛❛ Gods knows when we're going to get another hot meal. ❜❜

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Her mind drifted back to the perfect stillness of that town. She loved abandoned spaces—void of life, of noise. Peaceful. Quiet. Still. Out of everything she could have found, she thought to herself as she watched Bree thumb through the pages.

Silver eyed the plate Bree had pushed back toward her like it might bite. The Urge inside her hissed, recoiling at the warmth in Bree’s voice. Her fingers tightened around the bread roll. She wanted to push the plate away again.

But she stopped herself.

"You're not wrong," she muttered, half-heartedly poking at the food. "But if I eat and you hit me with another pun, I will di- fill your lungs with every page in that book.”

Her cadence didn't change. She chuckled softly as if it was a joke; seemingly unaware of what she actually said and how she said it. The Urge seemed sated enough for her eat; and Silver decided she wasn’t going to question a gift and dug in.

Food was always her most demanding expense. No matter how much she ate she always felt peckish when full, and starving when hungry. “Should also stock up before we head out again."

[darlingbardling]

𝄞𝄢 open starter ⭑.ᐟ {mutuals only}

BREE turns to yet another page in this godawful book: Pun Intended Vol. III by Theodore 'Chuckles' Farnsworth. The paperback is worn, the pages dog-eared and yellowed as if it's been read hundreds of times. ❛❛Okay, okay. You're going to love this one: 'What did the green grape say to the purple grape?' 'Breathe, you idiot!' Get it? ❜❜

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A snort of a chuckle escaped her mid-sip, surprising both Silver and the Urge that twisted in disgust inside her. The moment hit like a gut punch, forcing her to set her drink down and abandon the meal altogether.

"Hells, that one got me," she sighed, rubbing her face. "Ambushed by bad comedy."

The Urge coiled and seethed—puns always got her.

Silver had paid good coin for this food, and at this rate, it was going to be good coin wasted; she’d barely touched it. But she needed to eat something for everyone's sake. Grabbing the bread roll for herself, she shoved the rest of the plate to the center of the table.

Her smirk lingered as she glanced at Bree. "Where did you even find that cursed book?"