draconic nuisance

a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.

[zilvithra]

#NEMESAIS  --------  writing blog for a BG3 original character, zilv’ithra baenre.   trigger warnings apply.   AUs for Marvel, Cyberpunk 2077 and others ( will be ) available !

carrd.

[zilvithra]

thinking about zil poisoning her lover as a form of love, an attempt at making them stronger against something that could take them away from her.

[zilvithra]

nemesais -> zilvithra

[geryone]

Black Jam, Matthew Haigh

[zilvithra]

Saw this TikTok and it reminded me of what I imagine zil’s relationship with astarion is like in all of my playthroughs 😭

[zilvithra]

Need y’all to see these pictures I took of my V today because holey moley

[amithsyt-deactivated20260523]

the fact that people can see me makes me kinda uncomfortable at times

[zilvithra]

killing mashine goes 🥺

[zilvithra]

████████ "V" ██ ████████ 1 / ?

cc.

[blightbloom]

❥・continued / @nemesais

at zil's question, sayén's lips part. her head tilts curiously, pale rose hair spilling across one bare shoulder — she has, predictably, shed most of her clothing again, though she did keep a simple priestess robe on tonight. a concession, perhaps. or perhaps simply because indecent exposure in public spaces is quite illegal. 

sayén blinks. once. twice. then she giggles.

it's a soft sound, bright as scattered coins, and she brings her hand up to cover her mouth even as her dark eyes crinkle at the corners with genuine delight. her voice dances in her giggles even as she speaks.　“oh, you know.”　she waves a hand vaguely, the motion loose and graceful. as if this is the most natural question in the world, as if zil has just asked her opinion on the weather.  

“it’s just — well. you’re absorbed by the earth, and then trees hug underground, and everything is connected all at once. romantic, no?”　she nods, satisfied with this explanation, and reaches for a palm sized piece of crusty bread.　“zilv’ithra, have you ever died before?”　she asks then, chewing thoughtfully on the bread she just grabbed.　“not all the way, just a little bit.”　she adds, like the question needed any clarifying. 

she picks up a spoon, inspects her reflection on it while enjoying her bread. and while she does so, she asks unprovoked,　“can i watch your pulse? i like to watch it move.”

[zilvithra]

zil tilts her head thoughtfully, not knowing whether she should be offended by sayén's giggle or not.

"that sounds less romantic and more peaceful," she says eventually before finally, finally closing her mouth around her spoon once more. old bitterness, borne from religious disillusionment, mixes with the mushroom taste of her soup and she frowns. her brief death had not been peaceful, had not been romantic. her life right after that even less so. "eternal sleep. if ones stupid god allows it anyway."

zil puts her spoon down and pushes the soup towards the tiny punk elf in a wordless offering. sayén's question catches zil off guard and has her sit up straighter, her frown deepening. was there a tell? a sign? a smell? or was this just another one of those weird things that sayén just says?

"why?" the drow asks, not at all bothering to grace that even odder question with an answer. "what makes you say that?"

[dr-gaytorius]

um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that

[xanaxfarts]

sheer black tops that show nipple. you agree

[bob-belcher]

[zilvithra]

Took me somehow years to realize I can work on drafts from my phone, so I will be doing that tonight (for as long as my diva of a cat allows it anyway).

Would anyone like some memes? 😊

[zilvithra]

“Dying is the most alive you'll ever feel.”

a candle illuminates the little corner of the tavern the two of them have found themselves in, indulging in food and wine, and, in sayén's case, conversations with other patreons. zil sits with her back turned to the wall ( as usual ), lilac eyes surveying their surroundings even in the dim light.

the spoon stops halfway to zil's open mouth, the scent of mushroom soup warming her insides just for a second, a measly second of familiar happiness. that is before sayén turns her attention away from her current victim towards zil, black orbs barely catching the light. it's been days since they've first met and for the most part zil has gotten used to the strange, tiny elf. even her frequent nakedness doesn't bother the drow anymore, but sometimes the cleric will say something that makes zil want to bash her own skull against a wall ( even if, in this instance, there is a shred of truth to what the tiny elf is saying ).

"what the fuck are you talking about?" the drow mutters deadpan.

[zilvithra]

do cigarettes and lung cancer exist in dnd? because zil would definitely be a smoker. she also definitely has done drugs before that's for sure lol.

[llovelymoonn]

ainslie hogarth motherthing

kofi