A LIFE DEFINED BY DEATH.

unrecognizable,  something-or-other.

[visceries]

ON THE END OF A BRANCH, MAGNOLIAS IN THE MOUNTAIN, RED STEMS. A HOUSE BY THE MOUNTAIN STREAM, SILENT — SCATTERED, SCATTERED, OPEN ﹠FALLING. an original character of original lore, adaptable to most material. written in devotion to gothic horror and dark fantasy. forsaken by reyes.ᐣ

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¹ including but not limited to: bugs, gore, violence, body horror, cosmic horror, ecological horror, eldritch horror, paranormal horror, medical themes, mental health, torture, war, religion, experimentation, ambiguous morality, abuse, and death.

[theomakhist]

it will destroy you if you're not careful. | to ardyn<3

reunions are a bittersweet affair, doubly so when they come two thousand years and two respective deaths later. for all the time spent in the dark bowels of angelgard, ardyn still remembers the news of ambrosius' execution at the hands of a rotten and jealous kingdom taken over by an equally rotten and jealous king. derision clings to the word even as he muses on it. somnus had always been a hungry thing, never reaching contentment until he had stripped ardyn's world down to bone. now it is ardyn's turn to devour, and by the gods he so scorns the life of the world he now holds between his teeth is a delight to taste.

it is less divine where this old comrade - in - arms is concerned, for they share the same affliction now and somewhere in the depths of his raging heart, ardyn feels regret. wounds though they are upon the face of eos, ambrosius is a thorn in ardyn's as well. no, they were not his fault. ambrosius was not his fault. among the many, many slights for which adagium will come to collect in time, the loss of the once - physician's name and life figures. ambrosius knows that by now, and yet it isn't the first time they have attempted to dissuade him from his current course.

" it will destroy you if you're not careful. " an ironic thing to say to a man whose possessions, material or otherwise, amount to nothing. there is nothing to kill within a man that's already dead.

ardyn's smile is a rueful gesture, if only for a moment. reminiscence flickers to life before he smothers it like a measly flame. " you said that to me once, " sighs the chancellor as they walk down the metal - paved promenade. " but now you ought to specify, i fear, since i suspect your cryptic warning isn't about our common ailment anymore. besides, i know what awaits me at the end; destruction shouldn't be in your list of concerns. "

against the night, ft. @visceries.

[visceries]

for a long while ambrosius says nothing at all, only walks beside him, cane and footstep and ardyn's unhurried gait knitting themselves into a silence with teeth. between two dead people walking: nothing, and everything. it precedes a diagnosis, the physician's pause before delivering news no one asked to hear. when they finally speak, it comes softer than before, stripped of its armor.

destruction shouldn't be in your list of concerns, ardyn says. but that is where he is wrong.

"it has been my concern for two thousand years." a humorless not-quite-smile. "long before you ever decided to make peace with becoming everyone's monster." they remember thinking, the day they heard what the family had done to him on the isle of angelgard, that at least they're already dead and couldn't be made to watch it happen twice. they were wrong— about that, and about a great many things since. now they watch the people they care about ruin themselves slowly, in exquisite detail. neither of them asked for this. "i didn't come back from the dead to watch you choose to stay there. i know what i am. i know what you are. and i am telling you, as the only person left alive— or whatever we count as alive now— who remembers who you were before any of this: you don't have to let this be the end of the story they wrote for you. you're allowed to write a different one. even now... especially now."

"i'm not foolish enough to think there's a version of this where you walk away unscathed, though. or even where you walk away at all." their remaining eye closes. something almost gentle creeps into their dry cadence. "i've made my peace with that possibility long before this conversation, and the conversations before this one." when they look up to ardyn, their hand of flesh stays fisted white-knuckled around the cane. the other rises, just slightly, before they force it back down, clawed fingers curling into a fist instead of a reach. they want to anchor him. but it's futile, they know this. the dead have no business grasping at anything but each other's rot. and yet— "i just refuse to let you decide the ending is already written when we're both still standing here, breathing, however technical that word's become for either of us. that has to count for something."

they look away with a bitter laugh. "it always has... to me."

[visceries]

teeniest tiniest sneak peak people r gonna get of my art but. thinkinggg about additional ear jewelry like an ear clasp

[visceries]

reading back on what i’ve written here is so freaking funny knowing that ambrosius is far from a villain (but could be! has every chance at becoming one! that’s why the bad timeline exists!) but you would think they are with how insane they act

[tyrran]

it has changed you, vann. it does matter. / BLOWS A KISS BACK

the confines of the chapel are thick with incense, to the point he's sure the scent of it will linger on his coat for an hour or two, and it's so quiet he can even hear the faint crackling of the burning wicks. every sound echoes off the walls. every thought returns to him, amplified and grandiose and terrible; vann's inner ears are assaulted by a rush of blood, and the back of his brain tingles. he rubs an itch out of his eye. intracranial pressure concentrates into a single point, dissipates as soon as vann's hand returns to hold its companion atop his lap. he doesn't move from where he sits at the foot of a weeping faceless figure, wiry stone body contorted in repentance.

ambrosius unsettles him. their intentions are noble enough as they can be when tinged with the kind of eccentricity that teeters closer to silent madness than anything else. 'tis the fate of those out on a night of the hunt; while it doesn't surprise him, it does make the blood within him crawl. vann has long since parted ways with the healing church, but he recognizes its work when he sees and feels it.

it is of the church and byrgenwerth that they speak of, sat idly at the far back of the chapel as they wait for the howling outside to subside just enough. every person in yharnam is one node in a gargantuan web of crimson red, and at its very centre lies the healing church and its ministrations. either one of them, changed by its practices. each of them at least as far as vann can surmise granted new life with impossibility as the price to pay. vann gave it importance once; not anymore. this may be the final hunt and there are no blood ministers left alive that could cheat death in the waking world.

" we might not survive the night. all that hardly matters anymore. "

" it has changed you, vann. it does matter. " in the wake of ambrosius' voice, vann realizes he's never sounded so dejected before. it also dawns on him that they're one of the few souls they've ever confessed to, though there will be no sanguine absolution to bring his soul peace.

vann looks up towards his fellow hunter; ambrosius, simply leaned against the statue in momentary favour of their cane, stares down at him. uncanny, unsettling, cunning ambrosius. in the dim light, their one visible eye is the pinpoint white of a distant star next to a yawning void.

ambrosius unsettles him, but their intentions are good. that certainly matters more than unspoken sins and weighty tragedies ever will.

against the night, ft. @visceries.

[visceries]

ambrosius is met with silence. as much as expected; they continue on nonetheless. "it matters because it wounded you." their gaze wanders away from vann, toward the weeping figure looming above them. time has been unkind to the statue. its face has long since surrendered to weather and devotion alike, worn smooth beneath generations of desperate hands. yet grief etched into its posture. stone remembers what flesh forgets. "men have a habit of christening their wounds." their thumb glides across the handle of their cane. "calling them different names: duty, faith, necessity." their head tilts. a flame gutters somewhere amongst the sea of candles. "the wound remains."

outside, the hunt prowls through yharnam's arteries. the city groans around itself; timber complains; distant bells toll. in the dark, something cries out. howls with a voice too human to belong to any beast. elsewhere, a hunter answers. "i have opened enough bodies to know that flesh keeps its own counsel." their gaze finds its way back to vann below. "the wound closes. the years pass. the body says nothing, until it is asked." a smile. it does not quite reach the eye. "and even then, it answers slowly... as if the soul suffers from the same affliction." for a moment, only the incense moves. clings stubbornly to dead air. then coils upward in pale strands and disappears into the rafters, joining centuries of prayers that never found an answer. "you left the church, vann, but it did not leave you. every time you speak of it, i hear its footsteps." the dead are generous in many ways. they leave much behind.

the observation comes without malice. "it sits beside you when you speak. it stands behind you when you grieve. it follows you into places like this and kneels with you before statues that cannot answer." the shadows lengthen with the flicker of candlelight. as they regard vann, it seems to gather at his back, cast by nothing visible, stretching black fingers across the stone. then the illusion passes. after a time, they look away once more. their gaze returns to the faceless saint. "the church changed us, embedded itself in the marrow." stranger still if it had not. even now, they feel its roots beneath their marred skin.

their voice lowers, growing distant. "when i first awoke, there were places in my own mind i could not enter. i remember discovering a gap and trying to determine its dimensions." the smile breaks; the mouth caves downward. "there are methods for measuring cavities. i became rather good at it." their eyelid drifts shut. they do not meet vann's gaze again. "you carry an absence with remarkable care. i wonder if you know where they buried it." they hum. after all: "i know the feeling. mine did not stay buried, either."

[nemkero]

the heretic

[visceries]

"a god prefers a broken will, it fits better in their hands." @pezeshk is speaking as he works. first, skin starts to yield; next, sinew unravels from bone. the body opens into unwilling layers until viscera is laid bare beneath the sterile lights. ambrosius observes. their smile is as sharp as the scalpel he wields.

"naturally." one leg crosses over the other. "intact wills are troublesome. they disagree. they negotiate. occasionally they develop opinions. far easier to take a person apart until obedience becomes indistinguishable from faith, then congratulate yourself on being worshipped." an elbow rests on one corner of the dissection table, hand loosely curled at their temple. their other fingers drum idly against the metal surface. "of course, one needn't be a god to find those qualities irritating. plenty of mortals arrive at the same conclusion once they're given enough authority and a sufficiently compelling justification. kings, priests, conquerors — scholars." their eye shifts from the anatomy-in-reverse to il dottore. then they lean back in their seat, head hanging slack.

"everyone insists they're acting for some greater purpose, or believe that their hand belongs on the reins. divinity merely grants the luxury of calling it destiny." an exhale, followed by a vague gesture. "after a few millenia, the distinction begins to feel largely cosmetic."

[visceries]

"why didn't you listen to me? look at you." @tyrran tells them to look at themself, and so they oblige: everything that should not be visible is, in fact, visible.

flesh peeled back in heavy, glistening folds, hanging in torn strata; muscle fibers exposed in slick, trembling bands as they knit themselves together once more. bone flashes white beneath the disassembly, momentarily freed from its place before being taken back into regrowth. to others, it is an unpleasant sight. to them, it is only familiar. vann looks exasperated all the same. when feeling returns to their hand, they flex it once. then they laugh behind it — blood dried and fresh both at their mouth, clinging to the lips and teeth in dark, uneven smears.

"i did listen to you." they move, stepping closer. "then i considered your advice." another step. "considered the situation." and another. "considered the consequences." until they are nearly against him, coiling in close like a snake. they tilt their head up, peering through their lashes. somewhere within them, something else repairs itself with a low, wet snap. "what you are failing to account for is that listening does not require agreement, and agreement does not require obedience." prosthetic claws meet his chest, then trace along the edge of his scarf in search of purchase. "you are operating under the assumption that your concern should have outweighed every other variable i was considering at the time. it did not." they smile. "that is not an insult to you, mind. it is simply an honest reflection of scale."

their gaze drops briefly down to the state of themself. "this is proof that i made a choice knowing exactly what it would do to me, and did it anyway." they let the claws slip free of vann's scarf, pausing only long enough to reclaim their cane from his grip and step back — reclaiming the distance between them with unhurried precision. they spare a glance for the dissipating dead. "i understand why you find that upsetting. it suggests i am not governed by the same incentives as you are." their singular, reflective eye returns to both of his amber ones. they smile again, showing far too much canine for comfort. "i assure you... that much has always been true."

[dr5amatic]

AGAINST THE NIGHT ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a torch against the night by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

how did they find us so fast?

if your sins were blood, you would drown in a river of your own making.

you ask what am i, but what are you?

stay out of the way. no matter how bad it looks, don't interfere, don't try to help.

when the fear takes over, use the only thing more powerful, more indestructible, to fight it: your spirit. your heart.

we have to keep going. we have to get out of the city.

if something happens to me, don't fear.

you took long enough. i’ve waited hours.

if you think i need an army to destroy you, you are mistaken.

don’t falter now, fool. you’ll regret it.

bad luck to lie to a comrade-in-arms.

do you enjoy it? the hurt you cause? the pain? i can see it. you carry it with you. why? does it bring you happiness?

i don’t mean to–i don’t want to hurt people.

you destroy all those who get close to you.

you are dead, you just don’t know it yet.

you’ve been blacked out for hours. i thought you might not wake up.

don’t you dare fade out on me again.

i can’t do this without you.

stay. don’t go back. i need you.

i’m going to hurt you. i hurt everyone. 

try to stay. you were gone for so long last time, and i need you to stay.

tell me another story. tell me another memory. something good.

if you care for [name], then do not let [name] care for you.

like the poison that rages within you, you have no antidote.

willpower alone cannot change one’s fate.

thirteen fractures is nothing.

i’m about as good with tears as i am with declarations of love.

every time i stare into your eyes, i see my nightmares.

now you seem older and harder and, perhaps most terrifyingly, wiser.

he insisted that killing you would lead to my doom.

to be honest, i’m tempted to slit your throat just to see what happens. perhaps i still will.

i’m yours to command, my lord.

i don’t have allies. i have people who owe me things and people who want things and people who use me and people whom i use.

you swore to be the sword that executes my will. now is the chance to prove your loyalty.

i need him dead and i want you to be the one who kills him. 

i want you to watch the light die in his eyes. i want him to know it’s the person he cares for most in the world who shoved a blade through his heart.

i want it to haunt you for all your days.

he’s sly enough to escape the bounty hunters quite easily, but you and i both know that he would never be able to escape you.

how do i kill the man i love?

forgive me, but how can you speak to me of obsession?

small victories have made you daring. do not let them make you stupid.

you have your orders. carry them out.

it will destroy you if you’re not careful.

would you care to hear my theory?

your injuries tell me you’ve seen battle.

the problem with greedy people is that they think everyone is as greedy as they are.

we’re surrounded.

i’ll catch you.

almost there. stay with me now.

i’m glad you’re alright and i know you’re risking so much to do this for me. thank you.

you kept me alive. you kept yourself alive. 

you’re as brave as your mother. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

i can’t help the people i’ve hurt. i can’t change what i did to them. 

if i do this, then perhaps i’ll make up for some of the evil i’ve brought into this world.

how sure are you?

as long as you want to save him, then i will help you. i made a vow. i’m not going to break it.

i swore fealty. you made me swear fealty.

i trusted you. i believed you. i did what you wanted.

do not let despair take you. hold true to your heart.

this is what it means to have faith, to believe in something greater than yourself.

the blood, it won’t come off. it’s–it’s everywhere. 

most successful missions are just a series of badly averted disasters.

either we lost them, or they’re being very clever about keeping themselves hidden. i’m thinking the latter.

you want to talk now? after weeks of not even looking at me?

i look at you even when i shouldn’t.

i am the last person who will judge you for killing in your own defense. look at what i am. look at my life.

i left you alone because i thought you might find comfort in solitude. 

so much death. it’s everywhere. what’s the point then of living? will i ever escape it?

your emotions make you human. even the unpleasant ones have a purpose. don’t lock them away. if you ignore them, they just get louder and angrier.

why do you do that? you close yourself up. you shut me out because you don’t want me to get close. what about what i want? you won’t hurt me, [name].

i don’t trust you, not about this.

do not pull rank with me.

don’t take offense, but i don’t know you. so you’ll forgive me if i don’t trust you.

how long until they kill each other, d’you think? and who strikes first?

i won’t hurt you, but you can’t let fear take you.

i’m hurt, [name]. you’re not nearly as friendly as the first time we met.

if you do betray me, i will not go down without a fight.

even your ally is helping us. more reason for you to do the same.

you didn’t get to where you are by breaking promises. grant my favor. fighting it is a waste of time.

it has changed you, [name]. it does matter.

always so afraid of the darkness within. don’t you see? so long as you fight the darkness, you stand in the light.

i’ve been looking all over for you. stay with me! we have to get out of here.

i’ll distract them and meet you there.

you were my best friend. i can’t just throw that away.

don’t. don’t call me that. everybody calls me that. but not you..

i wouldn’t expect you to understand.

i have to leave, but i don’t want to hurt you. i’m so sick of hurting people.

i miss you. i’ll always miss you. even when I’m a ghost.

keep your head down and stay.

family is worth dying for, killing for. fighting for them is all that keeps us going when everything else is gone.

i know what it is to do things that you don’t want to for a greater good.

you are my temple. you are my priest. you are my prayer. you are my release.

we both know I’m not long for this world.

exhaustion makes for failed missions.

i’m the reason he’s dead.

sleep where you wish. i will not disturb you.

atop all else, are you an oathbreaker too?

keep your vow to me, and i will bring order to this empire. betray me, and watch it burn.

i hope i see you again.

forget that you did not say goodbye–you did not even give me a chance to object to your decision.

secrets are a snake’s way of doing business.

the vow I made to you, it was all for nothing.

most people are nothing but glimmers in the great darkness of time. but you, [name], are no swift-burning spark. you are a torch against the night–if you dare to let yourself burn.

you see assurances. i can offer you none.

breaking your fealty will have its cost, as will keeping it. only you can weigh those costs.

you think knowing will make it easier, but knowing makes it worse.

knowing is a curse.

stay alive. protect them. help any others you can. that’s the only payment i expect i’ll get.

what honor is there in a useless death?

how’s this for a trade: you tell me what i want, and i don’t gut you.

in the cold, you don’t realize how much you’re pushing yourself. you’ll collapse if you’re not careful.

we won’t get anywhere if we’re dead.

you’ll exhaust yourself into illness.

pain is how you know you loved her.

i wish didn’t remember. i wish i didn’t love her.

what point is there in being human if you don’t let yourself feel anything?

you’re not afraid. why aren’t you afraid?

true suffering lies in the expectation of pain as much as in the pain itself.

are we fools for finding comfort in the midst of such madness?

what is there to live for if not the moments of joy? what is there to fight for?

give me your guilt, i’ll hold it for you.

why didn’t you listen to me? look at you.

you always think everyone is your responsibility, but we’re not.

you are loved, you are not alone, and you deserve to know that.

you said i didn’t have to do it alone.

you brood and make questionable choices that put your own life at risk, but you’re a good person.

failure doesn’t define you. it’s what you do after you fail that determines whether you are a leader or a waste of perfectly good air.

what did we fight for if it was just going to end like this?

it is as if your very fate is to leave a trail of destruction.

you have repented long enough.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ CULT HORROR PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

god hears you better when you're on your knees.

don't pray for forgiveness, pray for usefulness.

we don't ask questions here, we receive answers.

if you're afraid, it means you're listening.

he chose you because you were empty.

faith isn't supposed to feel good.

pain is how devotion speaks back.

you don't need proof when you have purpose.

he watches us even when we sleep.

you were born broken so you could be remade.

doubt is a sin you confess with silence.

you don't belong to yourself anymore.

we gave that up at the door.

god doesn't love everyone.

if you leave, you take the curse with you.

you can't wash it off.

you feel guilty because you are guilty.

we save people.

you weren't chosen because you're special, it's because you'd submit.

he speaks through me now.

don't interrupt!

you don't need to understand, you need to comply.

the suffering means it's working.

you should be grateful he noticed you at all.

faith hurts before it heals.

sometimes it never heals.

god doesn't ask twice.

you volunteered the moment you stayed.

we don't use names here.

confession cleans the soul.

exposure cleans the body.

your fear smells like devotion.

if you scream, he listens harder.

you're shaking because you're close, don't pull away now.

we warned you about thinking for yourself.

obedience feels like relief once you stop resisting.

you don't miss your old life, you miss being ignorant.

he took your doubt as a kindness.

you should thank him.

the rules keep you safe from yourself.

you're not trapped, you're protected.

you don't get privacy with god

everything hidden rots.

bring it into the light.

the light burns first, then it purifies.

you can't leave until you're clean and you're not clean yet.

god loves a willing sacrifice.

don't cry, tears mean you still care about the wrong things.

you feel watched because you are.

he doesn't speak to everyone.

you don't need sleep.

you need prayer.

rest is for the faithless.

you'll thank us later, everyone does.

your body belongs to the congregation now.

we won't hurt you.

god doesn't make mistakes.

you were meant for this.

you don't hear him because you're not listening correctly.

you're safer when you don't move.

faith requires discipline, discipline requires pain.

pain requires trust, trust us.

you won't be the last.

god loves patterns, that's why we repeat ourselves.

if you question me, you question him.

you're shaking again.

we warned you about curiosity.

now look at you, open, raw, and ready.

don't cover yourself, shame is part of the process.

you don't need dignity where you're going.

you need obedience.

you're becoming holy and holiness leaves no room for ego.

you asked for meaning, this is the cost.

don't beg, he doesn't negotiate.

you can scream.

he won't stop, he never does.

you don't belong to the outside anymore.

you don't remember life before us, that's mercy.

you feel lighter because we took something essential.

faith isn't gentle, it's thorough.

you don't get to choose how you're saved.

salvation is invasive.

god prefers a broken will, it fits better in his hands.

you don't need your reflection anymore, mirrors are vanity.

you'll see him soon enough.

we don't bury bodies, we return vessels.

don't ask what comes back, you already know.

you're afraid because part of you still wants to live.

you'll be grateful when the wanting stops.

he's inside you now.

faith feels like drowning before it feels like floating.

you're not dying, you're being corrected.

don't say his name wrong.

you should have left when you had the chance, but you stayed.

you don't need forgiveness, you need erasure.

god loves clean slates, especially when they scream.

[visceries]

h/sr introducing anax/agoras was tbh the biggest slight against me ever bcs he is Literally just ambrosius

[visceries]

still putting stuff tgt but if u must know ambrosius at their core, refer to my collection of memes

[visceries]

watch this space.

[receival]

baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

[visceries]

still putting stuff tgt but if u must know ambrosius at their core, refer to my collection of memes

[eurodynamic]

CERULEAN COAST Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree (2024) dev. FromSoftware