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((tiny life sign from me: This blog is not dead, I am still here, but mostly roleplaying on Discord at the moment because of

a) Depression being very bad for me right now

b) Feeling inadequate with my writing and intimidated of posting it here...

If you want to write with me currently, add me on Discord (tell me who you are when you do though!)

Discord Handle: dead._dove

When I'm feeling better I'll start posting more regularily here again. Nothing is dropped on my end!))

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The temple of Curumë's patron—The Unmaking Flame—was once dedicated to the gods who banished her. However, her followers vandalized the site and transformed it into a place of worship for her.

[I used Dungeon Alchemist to create a concept of what her temple looks like, including the Altar with the dagger that caused Curumë's misfortune.]

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loverboy // you me at six

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Reblog this if your IMs and/or Discord are open 24/7 for plotting.

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"I am so proud of Vayu, my dearest partner in crime and otherwise. He burnt his first guard." @halfdeadsacrifice

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((I am so tired of the state I am in, writing is so difficult for me right now. My brain literally can't focus, my thoughts are just swimming whenever I try t owrite anything just above surface level.

Its the same with other tasks as well, the moment I need to think a bit deeper about something my mind shuts off.))

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"Alright, alright. You can have what you want, you fiend." Vayu faces Curumë again, and gives him a kiss.

@halfdeadsacrifice

Curumë smirks into the kiss, running his fingers through Vayu's hair.

Parting from the embrace, if only for a moment, he looks into his lover's obsidian eyes. "Haven't you learned from me not to get into trouble with fiends?"

Leaning in, he brushes his lips against Vayu's once more, exploring the other's mouth with his tongue.

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18 from the oc question meme 'cuz i'm a ✨freak✨... heh... just a peek into my deranged mind...

oc asks that reveal more than you think: Kissing: tongue or no tongue? - @lolitawarlocks

"Why chose when you can have both?" His lips pull into a devilish smirk.

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Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

:3c

oc asks that reveal more than you think - @corvus-rose

"Call me whatever you like, but I prefer my real name. Now, I also enjoy being a tease, so seeing others squirm under the names I give them has a certain allure."

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━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺ ROMANTIC GESTURES bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / it depends

holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport / how to use a dagger while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · feed them the last bite from a meal

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🖊+ both of your ocs!

((I actually only have one OC on this blog, since the other character I used to feature here was a Canon Character from the Dragonlance DnD Setting / Book series (Raistlin). But I can ramble about Curume because I can always ramble about him. :3c

I am currently writing Villain!Curume a lot with @halfdeadsacrifice on Discord, since its less intimidating for me right now than tumblr, and I realized how much I love writing this part of Curumes character arc.

What I love the most about Villain!Curume is that he is so fragile / mentally unstable and kind of pathetic, and also sad and you kind of want to empathise with him but he is also incredibly violent and ruthless.

Writing that erratic state of mind is also very fun and if I do it right I hope it keeps people on the edge, where they never know what he will do next. Will you feel sorry for him? Sympathise with his ambitions and very human struggles? Or will you think he is a damn bastard?

I crave more Villain!Curume threads and story where I get to show both sides, the ruthless one and the human, vulnerable and instable side!))

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Want me to gush about my OCs?

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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I love you tragedy I love you corruption arcs I love you doomed relationships I love you character succumbing to their fatal flaw I love you codependency I love you characters doomed to die from the start I love you road to hell paved with good intentions

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me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they’ll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

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"Do you think me an idiot?" Curumë laughed, lowering the skewer while he looked her in the eyes. Hatred burned within them, a baleful glint that matched the dangerous spark of his own pair of golden orbs. Yet, when the warlock noticed the pain that flickered across her face as she tried to reach for the meat but couldn't due to her restraints, his expression softened slightly.

Without warning, he brought forth his dagger. For a moment, it hovered in front of her face, its tip shining deadly in the orange firelight. Then, it sliced through the rope around her wrists. Pressing the blade against her throat, he handed her the food and hissed: "Try something funny, Twerp, and I'll cut your throat next."

Anya hates him.

She hates this man before her more than she has ever hated anyone else before him, and that is saying quite a lot considering her violent upbringing but at least her father’s abuse against her came with the guise and intention of betterment. Her father thought he was making something great of his daughter; this man was cruel for the hell of it, it seemed. This hatred is a feeling that burns in her belly and makes her hands itch for the familiar hilt of a weapon. Right now, she would not mind his blood on her hands. Not if it meant her freedom, her survival, and the satisfaction of shutting his damn mouth forever.

Eyes narrow, glaring daggers at her captor as he approaches with the meat. Her lips press together but the smell rises to his nostrils. Her stomach rumbles. Her mouth waters. She shouldn’t accept it. Taking anything he offers is like giving in, like admitting that she needs him and his handouts, but she is so fucking hungry. Her hands move almost of their own accord to claim her meager meal but the ropes immediately slide against her raw skin, holding her back. A wince comes in the form of a sudden wrinkling of her nose, a movement so fast it can easily be missed. The sting gives the teen pause.

“Do I get my hands back to eat with or must I be fed like an infant or an invalid?” Her voice is sharp despite its still child like quality. “I’d like to retain some dignity if you have any mercy at all.”

It probably won’t work. She needs her hands and her voice to cast her spells and he had already returned one to her. He won’t give her both. Still, she has to try. Who knows, maybe he’s stupider than he seems? Or maybe he assumes she is.

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RP starters: Betrayal

“I thought I could trust you!”

“I should’ve known.”

“Are you just going to leave me here?!”

“Where are you going?”

“Why did you do this?”

“Don’t. I don’t need to hear your pathetic excuses anymore.”

“You can still do the right thing!”

“You knew about this all along, didn’t you?”

“I will remember this…”

“I thought we were friends!”

“Please let’s just go back, please.”

“This is a joke, right? Right?”

“What are you doing? What…?

“I still believe there is a good person in you.”

“It was necessary.”

“Did you really think I cared about you?”

“This was my plan all along.”

“There was no other way.”

“How cute. Struggle all you want, you won’t be leaving this place.”

“This is what you get from trusting me.”

“It’s too late to go back.”

“I’m sorry this had to go down like this.”

“That’s right, I lied.”

“It’s all for a good cause.”

“You were so stupid. You should’ve known.”

“Just so you know.. I don’t regret anything.”

“Shame. I kind of liked you.”

“This is my responsibility.”