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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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Curumë looked up at her, his vision blurry from when his head had hit the rock in the aftermath of her spell. "Choice?"

His voice was weak, barely more than a breath under his smoldering anger. Pulling himself onto his legs, he glared at her stretched-out arm with disdain.

"What do you know about choices?" he spat. "Do you think that I have made mine on a whim and out of pure folly?"

Something wet trickled down his nose, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. When he studied it, blood covered his fingers.

Bitterly, he laughed.

"I know exactly what I committed myself to. I know the risk of it all."

He paused, eyes wandering past the cleric and to the other end of the room. The artefact — the seal he had come to break — lay abandoned across the hallway, just behind the cleric’s back.

Had he not spent all of his magic in the battle with her, had he not lost his dagger in the heat of their fight and had he still possessed the strength to wield it, he would have lunged at the woman in a final, desperate attempt to reach the enchanted chalice.

Weak and weaponless, however, all he had left were his words and the simmering hatred he felt for the woman who had dared to cross his plans.

"What other options do you offer, cleric?", he asked, full of contempt, "What choices do you wish for me to make while my friends suffer, and my body is but an empty husk for a soul that I no longer can call my own? Answer me! And make it worth my while."

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❛ ... There is always another choice. A better choice. And for as long as I exist in this world, I promise I will help you find it.

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// Speaking about musical inspirations for Curu, this is another one actually:

I never watched the show its from (and I don't know if I will ever read the books) but I think it fits Curu so much as well because he can't get over what happened to his friends. Also the line "in a prison of his making, the man who can't forget"? It was actually part of the inspiration for my URL change and it fits Curu's theme so much.

He fights so hard for freedom and believes in his own freedom and that he is above fate that he is blind to the grief that has become his prison. :')

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are there any canon characters that inspired your oc? and are there any important npcs in your oc's life? what are they like?

// YES so many and I sometimes add to the list when I feel like they'd help flesh out a part of Curumë even more. Some of them are:

Wei Wuxian (MDZS), Raistlin (Dragonlance), Prince Lothric (Dark Souls, though mostly for looks), Astarion (BG3), Durand (Chevalier D'eon), there are probably so many more I can't think of right now.

*YES* There are a lot of important NPCs in Curumë's lore. :'D I think the most important ones are his former Gang, so I'll start with them.

Of them the closest to him is the dragonborn Cleric Caydranth. I made an entire post about her at some point. I also have a sheet for her so I will just link her bio and info here: https://fish-hearing-c49.notion.site/Sidecharacter-Caydranth-f5895999877144c389882303ebef7623?pvs=74

Then there is the Goblin lady (who I still need a name for) who had a harmless Crush on Curu and was kind of a little wildfire. Loved making explosives and had a temper, but was also very loyal and loving towards the rest of the gang.

I also think that the gang had a Half-Orc in it who would probably fall into the category of gentle giant.

Then of course another important "NPC" is the fiend, his patron, he is bound to - The Unmaking Flame. I amde a sheet for her as well: https://fish-hearing-c49.notion.site/The-Unmaking-Flame-171de65380a280d0bac9f198a81e6a6f?pvs=74

Then there are anatognistic NPCs that I so far made for a RP I have with a friend, but that I think I will take into Curumë's canon in general.

They are Garrik and Vaerion. Garrik is a knight who is very battleworn and just wants peace and as such is very tired of Curu's bullshit. He doesn't have a romantisized view of Justice, he has seen so many comrades die in the name of justice or causes on the battlefield, but he wants to preserve peace and that's why he is on Curu's case.

Vaerion on the other hand is his "battlebrother" so to speak. He is a mage and unlike Garrik he does not have much of a conscience. He is very ambitious and seeks power. However, he actually really cares about Garrik and saved his life in the war countless times. He respects Garrik's wishes for peace and supports him.

There is also Lord Halvar who is basically a Lord in Curu's country (Currently called Aedremere) and both Garrik and Vaerion serve him. I still need to flash him out a bit more though.

There are some more NPCs spooking in my head but those are the ones I have halfways used before or talked about more.

Anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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how long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you? how would you describe your oc's core aesthetic? if your oc had a theme song, what would it be? what inspires you when writing your oc?

// The first one I already answered here! But thank you for asking anyway! <3

As for his aesthetic I have an entire pinterest board because I am obsessed with aesthetics. But I think I would describe it as dark but also kind of elegant, emotionally raw quotes, daggers and blood. A lot of chain / broken chain symbolysm and of course the classic deal with the devil. The ocasional rogue aesthetic can't miss either, so leather armor, lockpicks, etc.

:' ) I never can quite decide on one song for him and sometimes my taste in music changes but here are some that fit very well:

Also yes please ignore that this is a HoTD Fansong, its still fitting for Curu too if you ignore the dragon part.

I get inspired by pinterest a lot. I love looking at aesthetics and images. Another thing that inspires me is the media I consume, ngl. Music too plays a big role! I love listening to tragic instrumental songs while writing him. :') Right now I have a mild obsession with Aaravos from TDP so I crave writing more villain curu ahahaha. *cries*

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does your oc have any quirks or habits?

//Yesss he does! I think he walks around a lot while thinking, sitting still is hard for him in general. He also likes to sit in unusual positions when he actually does sit down. Another one that shows up more often in roleplay is chewing on his lower lip when nervous.

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how long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you?

// Well, the first version was made for BG3 so I pretty much made him two years ago in the beginning of August. But he changed a lot once I actually found a DnD Group and made him for his campaign.

I think that must have been the middle of October 2023! I can't believe its been that long already. Of course in that time I changed up a lot of things and refined him as a character more clearly until I reached the Curume of this blog eventually! :')

I think I told you about the idea in Discord before, but I basically made Curume as an escapist coping character after a really bad Breakup I had. In the BG3 Run I just wanted him to make as many choices without restraint or being controlled, but he wasn't as much of a villain as he is now in some parts of his arc.

But its the reason why he has the whole "freedom" and anti - control theme going for himself. Later on I also threw in just self-indulgent things, all the tropes I loved in media, and mixed it all together.

And now I have a feral little devil on my hands who is there to make his problems everybody else's. :' D

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ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS & HEADCANONS * collection #1

how long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you?

how would you describe your oc's core aesthetic?

if your oc had a theme song, what would it be?

what inspires you when writing your oc?

does your oc have a faceclaim? if so, why did you choose them? if they don't have a faceclaim, why not?

does your oc have any particular ties to certain fandoms? how do they fit into the dynamics of these fandoms and their existing characters?

what are some of your favorite ships with your oc?

what do you think makes your oc unique?

what qualities do you and your oc have in common?

what makes you and your oc different?

does your oc have any quirks or habits?

in your opinion, what's the hardest thing to do when creating an oc?

in your opinion, what's the easiest thing to do when creating an oc?

are there any canon characters that inspired your oc?

are there any canon characters you wish would interact with your oc?

what's your opinion on ocs in general?

do you have any hot takes about ocs?

what colors do you associate with your oc?

what do you think your oc smells like?

are there any important npcs in your oc's life? what are they like?

how would other characters describe your oc?

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((Since everyone on my dash is doing this, have a Curu Stardew Valley version as well. :') Outfit could be better but then what the heck is he wearing anyway. ))

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LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.

you don’t need fancy icons to roleplay with me.

you don’t need to write in small fonts to roleplay with me.

your theme doesn’t have to look like you gave your soul to photoshop to roleplay with me. 

i won’t rp with you if you don’t read my rules.

i won’t rp with you if you have a sucky attitude. 

LET TUMBLR ELITISM DIE. 

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feyrevelry answered:

VILLAINY

👑 ࣪ . ��� ♡ ˚ . BLOOD SEEPED FROM BETWEEN HIS LIPS, between his lips, tracing a crimson path down his chin. His tear-filled eyes were wide with fear and shock as he clutched the bleeding wound in his stomach. The spoiled noble had a tendency to play the hero and involve himself in matters he perhaps should not — but what would have been the alternative? Standing by while Curumë carried out atrocities? Unthinkable. Still... he hadn’t thought it would come to this. ❝Curumë... y–you are a monster...❞ he managed through clenched teeth, breath shallow, as his life drained away with every drop of blood and his legs gave way. Slowly, he fell onto his knees, refusing to collapse entirely, if only to spite him. One trembling hand still gripped the intricate golden hilt of his rapier and he glared upward even as the world began to blur around him. Glistening quamarine eyes met Curumë’s —— ㅤㅤㅤWhy. Why are you doing this.

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Curumë stood as unwavering as a statue, his hand still tight around the hilt of his dagger, even when Sylverian's legs gave way under his own weight and his body toppled over to fall onto his knees. Blood trickled down the man's once perfect lips, soaked into the fabric of his clothes, and dripped off the tip of Curumë's blade. The Half-Elf didn't bother wiping it clean. Instead, his amber eyes flicked down to glare at the tear-filled pair of aquamarines, cold and cruel, and yet betraying a hint of dire hope — a part of Curumë that still sought for understanding despite knowing he deserved none. When he found nothing but disgust, he scoffed, that smirk on his face making way for an expression that was as sharp as it was bitter.

"If my actions make me a monster, then I will carry that burden without shame."

He stepped closer to Sylverian. Behind him, the ritual site flared up in an eerie teal.

"Still, I have no intention for you to die."

Curumë reached out to wipe away the crimson streak on the other's lip, his slender fingers ghosting over the man's skin before they grabbed him by the chin and tilted up his head.

"Just go. Leave me to my business and find yourself a cleric or healer. I won't come after you once this is settled."

A plea. A threat. Curumë himself didn't know anymore. Opening a rift in the fiend's prison was the only thing that mattered.

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((I know this is Alucard fanart, but hear me out. Alucard and Curumë often look alike in fanart, and I love how you could interpret this image as Curumë. The hands in the background belong to the companions he wants to save, all except the one with the sharp nails, which has the strongest hold on him and could belong to his patron instead. All of them are pushing him forward into the blade, or in other words, into his own demise. This could be symbolic for his own determination to be his downfall.))

Shadows of the past

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((Stole the picrew from @undyingmedium and also encourage the theft. :3c Also picked the paper seal because it could be linked to demonic posession which fits the whole pact theme.))

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The warmth was fleeing fast from Curumë's body as he lay broken in Caligo's lap, head tilted slightly to rest against the Tiefling's stomach. Cold. Curumë shivered. He was so incredibly cold.

From the center of the bloody wound the damned guardsman had left behind right below his ribs, he could feel as impending death spread its icy tendrils through his chest, down his abdomen and all the way into his limbs.

Curumë's throat tightened with fear. Still, he forced his gaze to meet Caligo's when he felt the sudden spike of heat coming from the man's calloused hands. The sensation drew him in like a moth, and yet its origin would be barely any less destructive to Curumë as it was to the gullible insect.

With shaky hands, he reached up to touch Caligo's arm — his hold on him surprisingly firm despite the weakness in his hands — and gave him a gentle nod. I forgive you, he gestured. I forgive you. I forgive you, Caligo.

And then, the pain overwhelmed him. His back arched under the flames inside his chest and stomach, his mouth contorting into an agonizing scream as the fire seared the wound and the tender flesh around it.

When Caligo withdrew his shaking hands from Curumë's injury, the Half-Elf sacked against his chest, his breathing labored, as he fought against what felt like burning coals within his lungs.

"It hurts," he finally cried, voice barely audible. "It hurts so much, Cali." He let out a sob, fingers scrambling to fill the gaps between Caligo's. "I..." He paused, his breath hitching, as he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the sudden memory of hot iron being pressed against his side. "I had forgotten how painful this is."

Never in his life had he been afraid to loose someone, now he was terrified to loose the one man who had been there for him, with him. The Tiefling let out a wet, single chuckle. "I'll do it... I would find a way... even if it kills me I will burn your patron."

Blame was roaming like a herd of angry bull, trempling over any other thought in his mind. This was his revenge, they were here because of his hurt, his traumas and he fucking froze at the sight of the mother fucker and Curumë took the blow and was now lying broken and bleeding under the pressure of his hands. It's my fault...

The moment that Curumë said to do it, he jumped into action. Taking the blade to cut away the cloths around the wound so he wouldn't set it on fire by accident. Once the wound was on complete display, the fear in his eyes intensified. He was still bleeding... Do it now you coward!...

Caligo muttered the spell, setting his hands aflame, starting stronger than he intended to because his emotions were out of control, so he took a deep breath and only got his hands to be as hot as fire and placed one hand against the wound, trying to keep the area as small as possible. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He kept repeating. Sorry for getting him in this situation and sorry for hurting him some more by burning the wound so the bleeding would stop.

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I think you followed me first, but I followed back because I looked through your writing and stuff and I liked what I saw. I stayed because I shot my shot and asked to preplot a deeper relationship between our muses, and it went better than I could ever imagine :' )

What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

I am so glad you shot your shot though I love VayuCuru so so so much and I love your writing and brain and also I value our friendship so much. <3 We bonded over doomed Gays and now we also bond over fucked up media and basically sharing one braincell. :')

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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker

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