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I’m have raised the new blog, it is not finished but it is up. I will be slowly following back my mutual users as i work on finishing it.

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I’m have raised the new blog, it is not finished but it is up. I will be slowly following back my mutual users as i work on finishing it.

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Had to change the sword because it was fighting me :/

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Where is my Drow barbie & my plans for the future:

I’m still alive! I’ve decided to go on a slight hiatus to develop some things behind the scenes. I’m coming into contact with a lot of conflicting ideas between like D&D canon & what i’m trying to build for A’byssel & its making my brain frown when I try to write. Originally, in his first iteration he was a bhaalspawn from the generation born before the time of troubles & after major retcons occurred, I never really sat down & actually patched the holes in the character I made. So hes more like a collage of everything which - I don’t hate it but Its a bit inconsistent & that drives me bananas. So I’m working on that.

To assist I’m also taking notes and building a server that doubles as my personal reference guide that has links to 1-5 E sources & guides that are cited in the channels where I break down certain aspects (like the houses, tenants, rituals, etc. pasting excerpts from the different editions to refer to.) It’s already helping me shape some things by giving me references, I do also want to include book excerpts but I have to tackle things one at a time.

That being said, when I feel ready to move forward its probably going to be another remake. This is partially because I love fresh starts, but that doesn’t mean I’ll discontinue threads. They’ll just be moving over to the shiny new account dw about that bit.

And regarding that shiny new account: Plotting is taking priority. I like to plot & have dynamics built out to better enrich writing & interactions. I hope to have more to offer when I smooth out abby’s wrinkles!

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@lolthswear

herakles - euripides (tr. anne carson) //  aaron o’hanlon

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@lolthswear

Gavin Yuan Gao, from "Wild Nothing"

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i think we’re hunting each other for sport. in another universe

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you weren't speaking lightly when you said you needed help.

@lolthswear

Normally, such a quip would've elicited a rough chortle from his throat, her quick wit & the way it lashed through the air like an invisible whip were just one of a multitude of reasons why she captivated him so. But he could not find it in himself to indulge in mirth. He'd never known so much humility until then, when his knees graced the earth & he pressed his conflicted face into the comforting softness of her stomach.

It was like an animal seeking shelter from the storm. Here, in her embrace, it was almost as if the worlds troubles could not reach him. Kept at bay, by the nimble fingers combing through his hair & the hand that brushed the unrest from his cheek.

❛ Qualla. ❜ He muttered into the silk of her gown. ❛ Qualla, ussta lotha ssinssrigg. ❜

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The collness of his brisk indifference proceeds him. The coldness rolls off his rigid shoulders like a deep winter chill, the frost of his unfeeling nature was the unmistakable trait that truly set him a part from mortal kind. What noisily thrashed before him was a child, a child crying over its injured vanity & making sure the world heard him wail about how unfair it all was. A nuisance. ❛ Move. ❜

The rasp is accentuated by an unceremonious shove, grey palm briefly greeting the other's pale flesh only to instantly repel it from his path. Maybe the warmth of his hand would give away that he was not carved from stone, as his skin might otherwise imply, but he felt no resistance to the idea of reinforcing the sentiment.

❛ Someone like me. ❜ He repeats callously. ❛ There are no men like me. But there's many like you. Yelling only makes you smaller, like a wounded animal putting on a brave face. ❜ Dark eyes flick to the side, giving the bare minimum acknowledgement to his unwanted company. Acknowledgement he was so acutely sure the 𝖭𝖾𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗆 was starving for.

❛ It would take less time to dig a hole in the ground than it would to put you in it. Loud little corpse, you are. ❜

    Not a man  -  thing  -  the demon killer's seen before  ,  others who're of demonic descent are more so  ,  MONSTROUS  .  Ugly  ,  sacks of shit  ,  that made it easier to end  .  Except  ,  this one in particular  ,  has an air about him  .  It pisses Dante off to no ends , the way he spoke    &.    carries himself - it just ain't right  .  Dante should've put a bullet between those crimson eyes by now  ,  should've stuck Rebellion in the other's chest    &.    piercing the heart . No doubts , no second guessing  .  It's always been do or die  ,  so  ,  why ?

    &.    this obsession  ,  killing the demons , ending their pathetic existences , so that the infamous Naphilim FELT BETTER  .  To have a reason for his own shitty  ,  unappealing existence  .  So  ,  why ?

    Brows crease , stood not two inches from the grey's face . Never ceasing eye contact , Dante's attempts at being INTIMIDATING , clearly seems to be a failure . If it weren't for the slouching  , perhaps he'd be a bit more at the same height as A'byssel . Thus , quick thinking on it , has shoulder's roll , straightening out    &.    baring teeth  .  Akin to a non  -  domesticated animal  .

    ❛  HA  ,  rich  .  Coming from someone like you  .  You couldn't harm a hair on my head  ,  dude  .  What you can do ,  is suck me off    &.    fuck off from here  .  How 'bout that  ?  ❜

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART FOUR

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

you're not here to play with the locals.

question, kill, then move on.

fail her at your peril.

were i not merciful, i would slice the skin clean from your meat.

i am nothing if not merciful.

tell me: why shouldn't i run you through this instant?

you are nothing until i tell you otherwise.

nothing even approaching a useful thought in that skulll.

it costs me nothing to spare your sorry life.

i required your silence and you made me a mockery.

save your anger for the enemies.

i will skewer the jeretic with his own silver sword.

don't trust a word out of her mouth.

you were supposed to rush to my defense.

fat lot of good you are.

she could shoot fireworks out of her backside for all i care.

i don't know what just happened any more than you do.

not my usual quarry, not my usual ally.

your faith is your own concern, not mine.

i didn't think you'd react so pragmatically.

in the future, i expect you to be honest.

as if mingling with a horde of goblins wasn't bad enough.

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

let's not linger in this place any more than necessary.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing.

you bore the pain like a true believer.

i don't think i have the stomach for this.

this place was supposed to be abandoned.

a joy to see a familiar face in such a precarious setting.

a fine mess you landed yourself in.

how better to learn the ways of a people than to live among them.

one should cherish all of nature's bounty, but goblin guts are quite far down the list.

you're a true friend of nature, or perhaps a lunatic.

it's unbecoming to demand honorifics from the one who saved my hide.

you weren't speaking lightly when you said you needed help.

that doesn't mean i can't help.

you have my sincere sympathies.

the magic used is beyond me. it's either not of this world, or so ancient as to be lost to even nature's memory.

the natural order must be protected.

there's no order anymore, only chaos.

chaos is welcome in doses.

i'm practically an expert.

you're either an excellent storyteller or you've experiences something quite exceptional.

i'd be irresponsible not to debunk such a strange claim.

i cannot trust my own mind.

there is great potential within you.

you're looking for solutions in the wrong places.

if we work together, we may turn this around.

until it is found, i will take something precious from you every hour that passes.

silence now, or i will silence you forever.

he's been resilient, but he'll talk.

i will have an explanation, or your head.

i do not wish to spill blood here.

come daylight, we will find a place to end this.

you can accept you're wrong, or we'll be rid of you permanently.

you had every chance to look the other way.

you chose this.

don't expect to be mourned.

she's a liability.

thieves aren't afforded such luxuries.

loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won't you?

imagine what we might achieve if we channeled some of that hostility back at our real foes instead of each other.

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@vampyte

❛ Stay close to me. ❜ Came the low command, the rotted carcass of land around them weakly illuminated by the torch in his hand. A 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗐 was no stranger to the dark, born to the abyssal depths of their cavernous underground, the veil of night was as much a comfort as the sun to the surface, but the shadows here writhed like maggots on the surface of glass-eyed carrion.

The flames of his torch flickered helplessly in the umbral fog, as if the shadows sought to smother it entirely. ❛ Latch your hand to my belt if you must, but don't let go. The dark is starving & desperate. Even the undead aren't safe from a necroses this foul. ❜

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@combicry 🤔

i think two weird freak bisexuals can do whatever. Save the world, even

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@combicry

The broken neon street signs hum hypnotically in the dim alley, their florescent glow reflecting off him in a prismatic haze like the wet paved earth he walked on. The cover of dark enveloped him, cradled his night-hued self in its umbral obscurity &, without the broken lights of a side street take out restaurant hanging above, he was sure he would evade detection by the mortal eye entirely.

❛ No. ❜ Rasps lowly from his throat, seemingly said to no one in particular but most definitely aimed at the flurry of angry footsteps following behind him, splashing loudly through the wet puddles in the asphalt. A'byssel's unwelcome company made no effort to conceal the violent nature of his petulant stomping, but he suspected that hearing him coming was intentional

❛ I won't endure the burden of your obsession. ❜ He faces forward, the cold & rigid form of a well-molded soldier remaining unbroken by the vulgar complaints erupting so closely behind himself. This is what he was, the shape of a man if it was all edges & unfeeling steel. A whetted thing, adept at cutting the hands that reached for him.

❛ Find a life, before I consider taking yours. ❜

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i am not here for revenge . i am here to bring justice .

@sarastuss

Oh, how he loathed that word. Justice. It was the itch under his skin that made his placid face begin to harden in annoyance. ❛ It's the more accepted term for the same thing. Discerning between them - you might as well try to make the argument that ice isn't water. ❜ The exacting of retribution upon another for a perceived wrong, was that not ' justice ' ? It Irked him, the way surface walkers insisted that one was preferable to the other, more ' morally correct ', the pillow upon which the self-righteous softened the blow of what really constituted their sense justice.

It was all violence. A self-sustaining cycle of plucking eyes from each other in an attempt to reach an equilibrium by exacting their pound of flesh. He found it naive to believe that it stood so far above the concept of revenge. The terms did not oppose each other, they simply stood side by side. ❛ Call it whatever you want, but if it compromises me you can presume to conquer your crusades on your own. ❜

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❛ the difference between you and i , is that i know i'm privileged. and well , i'm not a fucking idiot. ❜ a private and extremely selective original character , based within the horror and southern gothic genre. influenced by stephen king and the fall of the house of usher. extremely multi - verse. please read rules and information before interacting. penned by farrah , she / her.