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hello, friends. i will continue to be inactive until this midweek. just a small heads-up. 👉👈
#mobile /#after this week though... i will be back & primed for lots of writing. 😈#you guys are so cute & patient. ty.
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shadowheart, before the gauntlet: absolutely ﹠ under no circumstance should you ever perceive me. shadowheart, after the gauntlet:
#﴾ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍ㅤ:ㅤooc.ㅤ﴿#she wants to share the things she knows about herself now with someone. :'( she's just a babie.
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tagged by: i stole it. >:) tagging: you, if you haven't done it.
[ name? ] chey, said like ' shy '. [ pronouns? ] she, her. [ most active muses? ] my only... shadowheart. ♡ [ rp pet peeves? ] low effort against the incredible effort i put into something for you. disrespect ﹠ honestly? impoliteness as a whole. reply deadlines. spam or harassment for responses, not necessarily limited to in-character interactions. invasive behavior. [ experience / how many years? ] i've been writing on tumblr since 2012. i haven't always been loyal to this platform as i took to other sites like aim, twitter, discord, but i come back here when i'm feeling particularly creative. [ fluff, angst or smut? ] all of the above. i find that there's always room to seek improvement, ﹠ i'm someone who likes to push my own boundaries ﹠ venture into territories that i've never, or rarely been. i am more flexible to angst ﹠ fluff than smut, as i'm not always in the mood to write it. [ plots or memes? ] why not both? plotting OVER a meme. yeah. i said it. [ long or short replies? ] what you do doesn't matter to me but one thing you will quickly find out is that i never want to shut up. when i get in my head ﹠ start envisioning the details in my character's face, clothes, hands... it's over for you b*tches. [ time to write? ] more liable to be on in the early mornings as my midday schedule is unpredictable to even me. sometimes i'm on at goblin hours. [ are you like your muses? ] in the sense that i, too, am a troubled, wine-loving, sarcastic ﹠ dark haired self-proclaimed princess seeking purpose beyond the fact. not much else after that.
#﴾ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍ㅤ:ㅤooc.ㅤ﴿#i realized since i don't have guidelines... y'all know virtually nothing about me.#so. here you go. *i give you a potato*
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you simply can't let my situational romanticization of shadowheart delude you. she does not always smell like moonlit wind, tea rose ﹠ incense. she walks around in the sun all day in hefty armor ﹠ mountaineers for 🤌 h o u r s 🤌 in the same garb.
#﴾ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍ㅤ:ㅤooc.ㅤ﴿#not mads being right abt me in the chat this morn...#this is why you don't let me hyperfixate on characters.#UNLESS YOU WANT TO HEAR ME GLAMORIZE THEIR DIRT.#let me think abt sweaty shadowheart in peace. a moment of silence.
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ㅤshe doesn't only see to judge, but feels ylva's invasive eyes on her, above all other telltale signs of desire. their casual, scrying drift. they measure her, size her up. ❝ i know what a buttercup is. ❞ tuberous roots ﹠ petals the color of sulfur-water. neither they nor the ' cups made of butter ' sound true to shadowheart's qualities, she minds, but ylva never fails to amuse her, even in battle. she'll bite.
ㅤ❝ how much have you had, anyway? you are typically the last one to start spewing nonsense. next to me, of course. ❞ she sounds proud.
ㅤshadowheart circles the table to sit before ylva rather than next to her, ﹠ lays the book under her arm on its flat face. the gentle drum of her fingers on the brittle wood beneath her other arm's elbow is quiet in contrast to the din of a schmoozing populace: ylva's associates. refugee camps tend to be on shadowheart's blacklist after the grove.
ㅤ❝ am i, now? ❞ she pitches back, cryptic in all ways but the plain taunt, running the knuckles of both fists into her jaw then framing her face in those hands. she graces ylva with the most enigmatic of stares, ﹠ shadowheart feels safe inside the satire; ylva may be too inebriated to notice the smile tugging hard at one corner of her mouth. ❝ it is the same as it always was, ylva. ❞
the dragonborn let out a slurred laugh, wobbily even though she was holding onto the wall beside shadowheart. "it's a term i've heard. cups made of butter, possibly." ylva giggled, brushing her white locks over her shoulder as she admired shadowheart with her drunken gaze. ylva is soused to say the least. too much ale had gone from her mouth to deep into that skull of hers, clouding her judgement and sloshing around like a boat on the ocean as she stood, barely holding herself upright. "you know, you are so beautiful tonight." she compliments, words slurring yet again, eyes fluttering tiredly. she has never been one to flirt, which is probably one determining factor about just how drunk she was. a smile graced the woman's lips as shadowheart took her hand, her own hand soft despite her abilities. she sat down in the corner in a nearby table and continued to grin. "did you do something different with your hair?"
#﴾ㅤ𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓��ㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.ㅤ:ㅤthread.ㅤ﴿#cvpidswings#sh♡ got 1 dragonborn up in her dms sayin' she's preeeetty.
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ㅤshadowheart looks into opposing eyes ﹠ recognizes embers, smoldering low, ﹠ the vivacity of them shoos her away. she answers the kind pressure with a discounting fleer, because she's heard that before. i mean it, she thinks back to the last sycophant to say it. she answers with a curious tongue. ❝ very rarely. ❞ what exactly are midge's intentions? how suspicious... at face value.
ㅤshe won't speak poorly of herself as denying the obvious exposes those who do it's intentions: to seek praise, to seek idle validation. shadowheart wants for no other's but her dark lady's... however, she does, rather in secret, deem both the crossing scar at her cheek ﹠ its neighbor, proud in the skin of her severe chin as less than aesthetically pleasing.
ㅤhad midge started there, she might have earned herself something more.
ㅤwhen shadowheart sways, her meticulously crafted coiffure does the same behind her. black ﹠ beading chain silver shines in the light ﹠ the same light glares off the matching steel hairpin that crowns her neatly sectioned ponytail— she allows midge the opportunity to make its humble acquaintance, but isn't convinced of her whole innocence.
ㅤ❝ ...what are your motives? ❞ she asks, perhaps too straightforwardly, after a long moment of intense gazing. goes on to prod, ❝ i'm near positive you aren't here solely to flatter me. ❞ she laughs, like before. short. dry. ❝ say. what do you truly want? ❞
` whatever hint of a smile shadowheart gives, midge returns tenfold in a pointed gleam. dark, inky eyes remain transfixed, unwavering, upon her face, even shifting herself in an attempt to follow the new direction the cleric cast her gaze. " I mean it, you are, " the warlock continues, altering her shifting in the opposite direction to circle behind shadowheart ( a doll dancing somewhat topsy-turvy ) , as though to get a better view of her. to appraise her. taloned fingers reach out to the armored braid of her hair, barely grazing the point of her finger across the end.
` " my favorite bit, dare I say, is your hair — at least for now. do you ever wear it down? I would love to see it down . . . "
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* @cvpidswings / asked: }
here comes drunk ylva. "what's up buttercup?"
ㅤshadowheart palms the surface of a golden leatherbound book so old that when she flips it open, residual dust wafts up toward her face ﹠ the spine of the tome whispers an archaic, papery protest. she lurches away as choking to death on elder soot isn't her ideal means of an exit. she had seen ylva indulging in her very own supply of arabellan dry, ﹠ it would be a lie to say that she doesn't at least half-expect that she will be the lucky winner of her confused concentrations. so, when ylva approaches her, shadowheart is only moderately surprised—
ㅤnevertheless, she shuts the book fast, like it holds the mightiest of treasure ﹠ she wants it. it doesn't, though. writings of religious history, yes, but no troves.
ㅤthe term is lost to her. she makes an inscrutable face, ﹠ there is little she can do about answering with a scoff. ❝ what did you just say? ❞ she demands clarity but isn't going to hold her breath for it. none that will be coherent, anyway. what once was an offense, becomes a defense when her scowl molds into an amused smirk in the shadows. her shoulders bounce when she laughs, ﹠ it swings low in undertone. ❝ forgive me, i briefly thought you responsible for your actions. look at you. you're... ❞ there's no word for what shadowheart sees.
ㅤbut color her impressed, as ylva's usual tolerance for alcohol is radically high. she tucks the book under her arm, in the bend of her elbow ﹠ takes ylva's in the opposite hand.
ㅤ❝ come. sit. ❞
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* @chth0nia / asked: }
“Now this is my happy place.” re: any forest or swamp or anywhere with moss 💞💕💖
ㅤthe beaten path between the others goes meandering vaguely uphill into the forest. for a quarter mile, the road underfoot is easy, but after that the trees confine it ﹠ it solders into bigger rocks, then dirt, ﹠ weeds of last. shadowheart idly investigates.
ㅤa birch sign stands crooked at a fork in the walk.
ㅤin the nodding dandelions ﹠ barberry, its pocked surface brandishes a rash of woodpecker dents. ❝ i thought you might like it. ❞ at this sign, a wagon trundles by them ﹠ the breeze from its whiz makes the little rogue hairs at shadowheart's neck drift.
ㅤshe turns halfway to andromeda to both belatedly evade the rest of the blast ﹠ to assess her expression, too, giving her a greater chance to feel that her intrigues are at the very least acknowledged. ❝ we could stay here awhile, if you would like. it isn't like i'm in some rush to get back. ❞
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i'm, like. here. but have the world's juiciest headache, so. if that goes away, i will... write more. :]
#﴾ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍ㅤ:ㅤooc.ㅤ﴿#i did not get a lot done today. but if you want to plot or just talk about our/your muse(s)... i'm on discord. pspsps.
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purity ring's more dated music, i.e: obedere & fineshrine, are so shadowheart coded & no i won't be elaborating
#mobile /#i lied. i will.#the lyrical evasion of lucidity in megan's lyrics from the fineshrine album are open to interpretation.#but i choose to relate them to sh♡ because i am: CRAZY.#don't even get me started on womb. i like the devil... silkspun... asido... ALL SH♡ CODED.#oh & femia.#i want to chew her like a polly pocket dress idk.
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* @alostsister / asked: }
“ Child. “
ㅤenvironmental gloom, the towers of the night devour light like the swaddling of candleflame between the finger ﹠ thumb, or a total eclipse. velvet black sands in hillocks besiege her, ﹠ the hereafters above them are benighted with a starless sky that, when she looks, the depth of which goes on forever— its blinding eternity sings to her in pretty, sorrowful murmurs; sea-maids to oceanfarers. a call from the void. she hears shar before she ever could make her statue out against the wine-dark glitters of deep raisin.
ㅤshe kneels instantaneously, without question, without one single thought; she is blessed. obey.
ㅤ❝ our lady of loss... mistress of pain, ❞ shadowheart's head, bowed, trembles on its stalk in what could be interpreted as fear, ﹠ perhaps such may be true to a degree, but she has never felt such nirvana. such love. ( she loves me, she must do ). she has asked— no— begged for the shroud of shar's darkness since the last ritual. even now that gravity has unlade, the question that scorches her tongue throws plumes of smoke to the back of her throat, ﹠ ...
ㅤshe is scared. her mouth's gone dry, making words feel like glass. ❝ ...are you pleased? ❞
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* @stilettobite / asked: }
“ dance with me? “
ㅤshadowheart should be inside gathering strength for the morning to come, having not-so-politely declined 3 invitations to tonight's celebratory gathering, but she has instead found herself unable to find solace in the cold cabin of her tent. instead, she steals on silent feet away from all the jolly ﹠ out toward the mountains without ever being seen, so she believes. deep in the journey, to conquer the summit of a standing stone that overlooks the beaches of faerûn, shadowheart climbs a steep incline. her hamstrings are burning by the time she reaches the apex: pain the same as dragging a blade high ﹠ low on the fringe of a whetstone.
ㅤshe battles to win back her breath. her hand clutches near her chest where her fingers twist in the cloth of a thin blanket draped across her shoulders like a glorious cape billowing in the gusts of night air. she's been still for a minute now, long enough for secret to have followed the impressions shadowheart's shoes made in the land before the rock starts. wind carries distant music from the party, ﹠ she's thinking ' gods, it's like a plague ' a moment company introduces itself.
ㅤthey stand quietly together after the offer. shadowheart, half-stricken, answers finally, ❝ no. ❞ but after shunting her face from secret ﹠ several ticks roll over into the settling dusk, she reconsiders. the moonlight is tucked like messages in the scrolls of the waves beneath the cliff, tiding low on the rocks. sounding. shushing. outlying, a melody still whirrs ﹠ someplace nearby, wildlife reacts. she looks to secret one time, two times, three all in a single millisecond.
ㅤeach take seeks the lingering, promising hand between them that never gives up. shadowheart... claims it, takes it into her own, suddenly without hesitance. on her bicep, the blanket crinkles ﹠ looks purple in the light.
ㅤ❝ okay. only for a few minutes. ❞
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ㅤ❝ do you need to sleep, truly? ❞ she feigns the revelation, as if karlach has only unearthed the most brilliant of gems, but shadowheart does this often to bait her into talking more about what's obvious because she falls victim to doing so every time. her smile is proud on her face, but as faint ﹠ tender as the night. her emerald, starry eyes disappeared awhile back behind the shutter of their feathered lashes. ❝ it is loveliest to know, at least, that you dream of me, too. ❞
ㅤshe feels the vibration of karlach drawing the teeth of the comb through her silklike hair in her throat, from start to finish ﹠ at the base of her skull every upswing. it has registered already that she probably hasn't felt so relaxed since... who can really say? though together they have shared nights aplenty, some more intimate, this very moment feels sacred ﹠ precious like a worship she wants to keep under her tongue for her own pleasure. she would like to cherish it.
ㅤthe pain doesn't last, but karlach's kindness, that knows no patent limits, does. ❝ just a litt— ❞ shadowheart tries the word in her mouth first, not yet confident enough to speak it so loud.
ㅤdamn.
ㅤ❝ ...a little. ❞
ㅤan eyebrow notches up toward her hairline in maturing self-agitation, but she prospers to tuck it away somewhere in the bountiful dark. karlach's motions feel far too palatable to be so spoiled by a slip of the tongue. however, it can't stop the waggish glare at her: a wordless threat saying the choice between poking fun at her ﹠ not poking fun at her is a dire matter of life ﹠ death. she says regardless, ❝ you have a beautiful singing voice, my love. ❞ ﹠ keens at the memory of it now, relishing its reverie.
Just the mere vision of the Shadowheart was enough to draw her. The way she simply stood there in her beauty. Stars, all the woman had to do was simply do nothing and she would illuminate the brightest of skies. Karlach would never get enough of it all and it showed as much on her face, her jaw wide open, eyes staring in wonder and bliss at it all. Her tent only brought more of the beauty out, complimenting her features.
It took Karlach a while to break out of that trance before approaching the half-elf. "Yeah well, sadly some of us need sleep. Even if all it tends to give me is nightmares, these days. Aside from dreams of you, of course." It was always one or the other, never anything else. But none of that mattered, as she was so close to shadowheart now, brushing her hair.
"You know, if you ever wanted to sleep, I would stay awake for you. I would protect you until the sun rose, to keep you safe..."Karlach spoke softly as she concentrated being careful with her hair as if it were the most delicate thing. "And if it's silence, you worry about I can sing you to sleep, all night if I have to."
There was a moment where the tug was too hard. It was necessary as the rat in question wasn't budging, not until one big jerk. "Shit, sorry, did that hurt?" Karlach immediately ask, looking down at the other female in concern. "Fuck, I guess being gentle isn't possible, is it?" She chuckled as she went through the next tangle with more ease. "You know, I've missed this too. Maybe we can make happy of it, being like this more often."
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* @spiderwarden / asked: }
“Not so Sharran. Is that your new title since sparring the Nightsong?”
ㅤnot-quite-sharran: what a winsome term conceived by the splendid daughter of selûne. the moonmaiden; our lady of silver, she had mocked. ❝ ...still shadowheart. ❞ she sounds critical, but the name is all too accurate for someone of such plights. shadowheart is lost on godkind, as she notoriously failed her own— worse— defied her own, ﹠ she is convinced that never will she taste a sweeter victory than the one she surrendered that night. damn the moral compass.
ㅤonce, shadowheart's loss had a dwelling hidden inmost of shar's boldly austere embrace, ﹠ all the tutelage she absorbed provided some quantity of comfort... how is it now that she befits the very touchstone of all that wholly betrays shar's teachings? years, oh, years of it gone, like the net under a tightrope. the abyssal gorge below is harrowing, to say the least.
ㅤshe had believed minthara to have very little to say to her, ﹠ has subscribed to the thought long enough not to bother testing otherwise. shadowheart stays out of her way, ﹠ assumes that she, in turn, remains not a thought in minthara's mind. she's surprised, but even pleasantly, despite the unbecoming greeting. she can't fault her. she breathes out through her nose, ﹠ meets minthara with curious, but careful eyes.
ㅤ❝ what do you make of it? ❞
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i love shadowheart, i don't want to romance minthara. ( BUT THE PARASITES IN ME WANT TO ROMANCE MINTHARA )
#﴾ㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ㅤ𝐓𝐇𝐄ㅤ𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍ㅤ:ㅤooc.ㅤ﴿#this was a total lie & i do want to romance minthara 10 times over.#when i tell you i am FERAL for that woman. i...#this parasite tiktok sound is KILLING me.
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* @chth0nia / asked: }
“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”
ㅤit's mutual policy to travel by day, rest by night, but by virtue of shadowheart's nature, she doesn't require a lot of sleep to restore sufficient energy for random recess.
ㅤthe sky bruises out of its bright blues ﹠ shimmery oranges ﹠ the evening is a smeared thumbprint hot on the heels of the west-setting sun.
ㅤwinking stars spangle a black canvas over their faces, as they walk in the path of the moonmaiden's light. in the fringing darkness, though, the crags ﹠ cliffs, shadowheart still feels shar.
ㅤandromeda is good at talking over the shadows. ❝ i didn't exactly sign up to solve them all. ﹠ yet... here we are. ❞
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ㅤ❝ i am plenty of fun. ❞ shadowheart opposes. her delivery is a little too late to consider it a wheedle. caught in the rapture of his mouth scaping her neck, she is a songbird sighing his praises in the form of slow-coming, transitioning whimpers. he turns them, guides her, ﹠ shadowheart coordinates with the movement for his gratification— it is not the first time she has let the divine hands of something bigger than her direct her to what she sees now is right, only this time, there are arms to pillow her descent: long, wan boughs to his chalky, defined chest.
ㅤin the ephemeral minute that he spends snared like a yearling in the trap that can oftentimes be her eyes, shadowheart holds his gaze with rival urgency easily read by her face: i don't need you. i want you. astarion is familiar now with how much she adores when he speaks his plaudits to her, ﹠ he's well-versed in terms of what she is partial to. he is exceptionally persuasive. ❝ you've quite the tongue. ❞ shadowheart observes, through the naughty leer she knows he can't resist. ❝ you should make better use of it. ❞
ㅤhe does as predicted, but in turn leaves many questions surrounding his motives. is she the shore of that ocean he truly clings to, or does he kiss her now simply because it is what he desires? because he can? because he knows she will welcome it with a flame so hot it burns near blue ﹠ strange on her tender lips? regardless, shadowheart adjusts her head to sink into their kiss at a better angle; she incorporates her tongue inchmeal, as if to invite his into its cave. she hums against his lips.
ㅤshe barely allows him to speak, as an insatiable want grows greater inside— a starving hunger that�� begs, that demands, ﹠ eats away at her. she holds onto the bulky chisel of his biceps ﹠ meets his face with a lecherous eye ﹠ an expression to match: her keening mouth is open partway, ﹠ a small but perilous smile manipulates its extremity. her back arches, keeping her abdomen on his, lodging their hips flush ﹠ she holds him down on her frame by the grip her built legs ﹠ thighs have around him.
ㅤ❝ tell me. how do i taste? ❞ the motion his hand makes on her outer thigh, liquid ﹠ measured, reminds her of the sway-swing steps of a dance. she follows his groove, keeping every rock, every roll of her hips in tune with each stroke of his hand. the friction, the pressure of his erection protruding in his pants to moil against the apex of her thighs coaxes an exciting, desperate sound from shadowheart. after a brief while of this, she splays her fingers on his chest ﹠ glides the star of her hand down the arresting length of his body, to cup his arousal.
“Aw,” Astarion murmured, kissing the underside of his lover’s jaw, lips connected to its most vulnerable hollow. “You’re no fun.” Whispered sweet and a tender cadence, the velvet in his voice caressed words and smoothed syllables to soften their landing. “It’ll only be a taste… I swear.”
Gradual and deliberate, his lips rolled down the stretch of that delicious neck. Torso winding, corded and long, to ease Shadowheart back against the mattress and settle himself on top. The pull of attraction lined their profiles, audacity did the rest.
“I know you like it when I do that.” Astarion risked the observation, distracted by the warm ocean in those emerald eyes. “When it’s your blood that courses through my veins… and it’s you who gives me that rush.” A baritone braced on the tail end of an exhale before the vampire ruined that pocket of air between them and brought their mouths together.
A hum settled between them, once… thrice. Surging from the back of his throat and dwindling into nothing. It was easy to forget himself when loving Shadowheart was the closest to religion he’s ever been, forsaking bloodlust and misery… hunger and despair. Deepening their exchange until the walls sat too close and the air grew too dense, Astarion set a hand to the curve of his lover’s knee and hoisted her leg to push into his flank.
“Your kisses always taste different than I’d imagined...” Taffy tongued and heaving after fighting against his every instinct not to part from her lips, Astarion’s hand stroked past the underside of Shadowheart’s knee and gripped her thigh just shy of the half-elf’s backside. He towed her as close as possible to slot his hips against hers and start grinding the strained press of arousal in his trousers against her mound. “They’ve made an addict of me.”
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