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❛  every  time  i  close  my  eyes ,  it’s  the  same  nightmare .  ❜ @pulchralilium

Roused from his sleep by a sense of wrongness, his hand is moving to the side of the bed where he keeps the first blade before he opens his eyes. Something pins his arm down, though, and for a brief, terrible second he nearly wrenches it up with all his might to rid himself of the weight. The scent hits him first, naturally floral in a way nothing in Edge could ever replicate - he knows, he'd spent a few years desperately searching. Then came the memories. He was in Aerith's bed, in her room, in her old house just between Edge and the ruins of Midgar. They were safe, they were comfortable. Yet something had still woken him, and as Aerith makes another soft noise he realizes what it was. Of course, he thinks. They hadn't managed to go longer than three nights without a nightmare between them, no matter how exhausted they managed to make themselves. "Aeri." He calls out softly, "Aerith." His tone stays low and level, coaxing her into wakefulness like one would try to draw a wild chocobo to them. After she wakes with a start, there's a moment of silence between them, Cloud allowing her to find her footing once more. Her words come when she's ready, a gentle admission that he wishes he knew how to fix. A soft hum is given to let her know he had heard, by now he knew that she would take it as him thinking and give him the time he needed. (Sometimes she granted him more patience than he deserved.) Even before they had both taken trips in the Lifestream, before they had both felt the point of Masamune, nightmares had been far too common. Piercing green eyes, sick with Mako and madness. The crackling of flames. The feel of water lapping at his waist. "It doesn't get easier when the nightmares change every night." Was that helpful? It probably wasn't. Cloud shifts, moving them into a position that was slowly becoming more comfortable, more natural. Her head rests against his chest, both of his arms wrapped tight around her now. Here they could feel each other's breathing, hear their heartbeats, and know they were both alive despite it all. Absently he start to play with the ends of her long hair, twirling strands around his fingers. It's as soft as he'd once spent many nights imagining. "Do you... want to talk about it?" Staring up at the ceiling he winces, hoping that didn't come out sounding as unsure as he felt. At least it was only the two of them here, laying in her bed instead of at the bar where sound travelled too easily. Tifa could handle this conversation better, though, could be comforting and say all the right things. He knows from experience how great she can be after a nightmare. But Aerith is here with him, is opening up to him, so he needs to try. What would Tifa say? We're not back there anymore, let the past go, he's not here, you're you and no one else. Okay well, that last part probably wasn't so applicable to Aerith.

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found my new favorite d&d character background

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Enver, on bloodied sheets, still actively bleeding, blowing a kiss to Mal: come back to bed darling we haven't even gotten to the good part

Smoking by the window, letting the cool breezes calm her down. "In a minute, you insatiable dog. I'm likely to kill you if I don't calm down first."

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❛  oh ,  i  like  when  you’re  scary .  ❜ @elfturned

Spitting a chunk of flesh from her mouth, blood splatting on the ground and dribbling down her chin, she nearly misses his comment. It was only after Astarion himself had gone after an enemy teeth-first that she had thought to do the same. It felt right, she realized, natural in the same way changing into an animal was. Biting down hard on an arm, Malvrae had been able to stab an ice arrow directly into the man's heart. Even when he tried to wrench away, all that accomplished was her taking a chunk of arm as he succumbed to the cold. Turning on her heel she looks to him, head cocked and eyes piercing like a cat on the prowl. Was that another of his flippant comments or a compliment? Either way, there was one point which begged for an answer above all else. "There are times when I'm not?" A tease and genuine question in equal amounts.

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i'm realizing i prefer mal to be a companion because she absolutely should NOT be calling the shots for the whole party. that said, you recruit her when she sneaks into your camp at night as a panther. the urges sent her out seeking victims and a sleeping party seems the perfect targets! it'll be great! then scratch and / or the owlbear cub make enough noise to rouse everyone. could she still take them out? probably. would it be easier to pretend she's a totally normal panther and be fed and lounge around for a few days before revealing she's actually an amnesiac drow? absolutely not!!! but that's what she does anyway :)

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im too shy to just throw things in people's inboxes, so give this a like if you're okay with me reaching out in dms to plot a bit. or if you'd rather i toss some memes at you and we see where it goes. ❤️

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im too shy to just throw things in people's inboxes, so give this a like if you're okay with me reaching out in dms to plot a bit. or if you'd rather i toss some memes at you and we see where it goes. ❤️

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'we could be good for each other'

(not really)

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Hairs along her arms stood on end, a shiver running up her spine at the closeness. It was still new, this little game they played that didn't end with bloodshed. Well, not the life threatening kind, at least. The back and forth of words, light touches becoming more, it was so odd compared to the rush she was used to, a race to find satisfaction and be done with it all. However, she finds the anticipation it builds thrilling in a way she had not experienced before him. "Is it not enough for you to be able to come this close and still see the sunrise? None but you have left my bed alive." She leans in to him, as if he were pulling her lead, guiding her forward like a tamed mare. "I suppose nothing is enough for a Chosen of Bane. You always seek more, don't you?" Malvrae briefly considers ending the conversation here, turning back to the colorful display in the sky. Yet even as she thinks it, she knows she won't be turning away from this. Somehow, those blank eyes and hollow smile have her full attention. Despite knowing he uses his expressions as a tool the same as she uses her staff, she yearns for more. To have his eyes on her always, to be just as interesting to him as he to her. What better way to keep the attention of Bane's Chosen than to offer him submission? "You are more than the toy - your other hand holds my leash, does it not?" Tells her who to kill, but more importantly who to spare. No other mortal could say such, and few others would even dare to try. With the grace of the panther she so often is, her legs lift and swing to be inside the room, allowing her to lean in, taking up the space he's made between his arms. "It would, yes. Are you scheming at the moment? Some kills need to be simply for the pleasure of the act, not everything needs a greater purpose." Head tilting, she only just keeps herself from reaching out to touch. The urge grows within her, the need to simply take that which she wants! But fighting back, restraining herself, makes it all so much sweeter in the end. Enver taught her that, it's fitting she should learn to use it in this way, with him, as well.

Akin to coaxing a wound, plucking at sutures with abrasive intent to watch who bleeds out of reverence first, it's clear their conversations are crude replacements for dissections. Not every lover would make for a beautiful corpse, but hers is a visage he'd enshrine as a stone-hewn angel — forever weeping over a sea of gravestones. Light-flecked, those eyes trail over his features with calm scrutiny, the lazy curiosity of a predator, and yet Enver sees nothing besides the dark, hungering intent that yawns beneath the calm veneer. He sees it and reflects it with his own smile, utterly empty. "Am I simply the toy you bat at for your entertainment? What an elevated station compared to the bones you tend to gnaw on." A heavy dose of mordancy accompanies his fingers curling closer, smile sharper beneath the fireworks, the shadows deeper. "Is curiosity all you need for someone to become better than a corpse? I'm flattered." Musings rhetorical by design, expecting no answer, he turns to observe the show.

It's a mundane, loud, and ultimately annoying event, but for Malvrae's interest in something beyond bloodletting, Enver decides to acknowledge it. Chemical compounds, the reaction with flames, combustion, and the nature of the colors are explained for some minutes, his voice, while never raising in volume, carrying over the explosions with ease. Commanding an audience comes naturally, but Enver feels as if he's the one begging, garnering her attention.

A notion that would rankle him at any other time.

"Is that mind of yours picturing a creative death, dear?" An explosion of viscera and screams! How delightful. He slinks behind her, one hand curling next to her hip on the railing, close enough to feel the heat, and whispers against her delicate, pointed ear: "I do believe that would be a far more entertaining show than this."

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❛  you’re  drunk  and  you’re  talking  too  much .  ❜ @fatewoven

Wounds wrapped, dirtied and torn closed shed to be dealt with another day, the two not-so-strangers find themselves sitting on opposite ends of a couch, drinks in either hand. Vash, without any explanation, had quickly taken the right side. The last thing they needed was another panic attack between them. Instead, they passed a bottle between them, only getting up to grab another when that one had been drained. Silence stretched, because what more could be said? Vash had refused so many answers, had pushed Wolfwood's patience and kindness to the limits. Finally, when the room was covered in a soft haze and all of his senses had dulled, his tongue finally unstuck itself from the roof of his mouth. Stories spilled out - nothing of importance in the grand scheme of things, but everything that mattered most to him. The memories he held the closest, the treasures he clung to when he needed a reminder of why he lived. Tales of trying new foods, to failed cooking experiments, to making up constellations, they poured out of him like a dam had broken. Maybe one had, after all the wetness on his face hadn't come from spilled drinks.

He was careful, though, so careful, to not say 'you' in any of these. These were tales of Vash and Wolfwood, two outlaws on the run in the wild deserts, before grass would grow and when bullets were bought more than anything else. They weren't about Nicholas, the man sitting beside him. But... but maybe they were, in a way, because Nico somehow knew him. Recognition in his eyes, a desperation there to know the truth. The bottle was lifted again, only for nothing to pour into his mouth. In the brief silence, Nick chose then to chastise him. "You wanted to know. You asked about him, so I'm telling you. The friend I miss. The one you look like - the one who's got the same fucking name." His prosthetic runs harshly down his face, rubbing at his cheeks and pulling them down. "I think. I'm almost positive he's the reason you're having those nightmares of me." The ones that caused him to wake up and point a gun at Vash, the ones that led to them separating. If only Vash were better at running, at staying away. He'd slacked off in the last few centuries. He should know better, trying to plant his roots only destroyed cities, only got people killed. "If you want me to shut up I will." Very nearly does he toss out a line, something about shutting him up in another way. That was something Vash would have said to Wolfwood, flirting in a way the other man never took seriously. This Nick probably would, though, considering it all. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Nico." The words would never be enough - not for the past nor the future. "I will get you out, though. Whatever the Eye is doing, however they're hurting you. I will save you this time." Wait, no - he winces because that was wrong. "Not... you're different. You're not him, sorry. I'll save you, like I should have been able to save him. Is what I meant." It's not, a traitorous part of his brain whispers, because he'd always been using Nick as a stand in, hadn't he? From the first night they met.

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thinking of how mal is before her memory loss vs after is driving me insane. she wakes up with nothing, only these weird people who are willing to all travel and work together to solve their mutual problem. she has nothing to fall back on, no "normal" mannerism or etiquette to recall bc she never had those in the first place. the first several days is just her floundering, watching how they all act and trying to mimic them. everything to do with a druid comes naturally, and she assumes it must be that she's just similar to an animal - maybe she didn't actually socialize with people before this? when the urges come she thinks they're animalistic, that this is why she knows natural but not civilization. yet the party doesn't kick her out, they don't even give her any rules. they're mostly helpful! compassionate!! it feels so foreign - is it because she can't remember anyone ever being so kind, or because no one ever was?

after regaining her memories she then has to try and line the two versions of herself up, make them fit together. the one who embraced being bhaalspawn and delighted in it, though still fought to be her own person... or the one who was simply mal, who had friends and fought side by side with people who truly cared for her and she them. how does she go back to who she was, now that she's known what friendship is like? how love and compassion feels?

how is she supposed to slaughter everyone if she cant bring herself to hurt this group of people?

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Warmth trickles down the back of her neck, seeping below the collar of her armor. Blood mingles with sweat until she doesn't know what liquids are which upon her skin. Feet squelch with every step, boots sticking the floor, the soft splatters as bits of gore fall from her with every step. Every moment of glorious carnage was an offering to her father - honoring the gifts he's blessed her with as his Chosen. Arms raised, she spins and takes in all she caused, the walls and even high ceilings stained red. Nearly lost in her rampage of devastation, Malvrae hardly notices when someone else arrives. The steady thrum of a still beating heart is what catches her attention first, staff raised as she turns to confront the lone survivor. But it is not someone she had missed - relief, however brief, fills her - instead someone she is to treat as an ally. At least the newcomer is respectful, that's enough for now. Malvrae lowers her staff, a quick flick dislodging a bit of flesh stuck on the end.

"You may call me Malvrae." Formalities bored her, seemed unnecessarily complicated in most cases. There were many ways to show respect without making a whole show of it. "Speak. What are you here for?" It clearly isn't to delight in the carnage with her, based on the way the Drow carefully watches her steps. Feeling an urge of another sort, the newer and more playful kind, she takes a few steps forward, eyes following those of her guests. The man had made such funny noises as he was hung, a pathetic gurgle as he was bled dry. The dripping has slowed enough now, and she reaches up to break the spell she cast, the twisting vines retreating and dropping their caught prey. With a splat it lands on the floor, blood and guts alike flying out from the pressure. How unfortunate, she thinks, if any of this were to land on the poor dear. A muscle in her cheek pulls taut as their eyes meet, though what crosses her lips could hardly be called a smile.

𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 / @finifugality

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 cobblestone, scarlet rivers following grout paths. The stream soon overflows its banks, heedless of the mess it leaves. Iraestra's steps leave behind scarlet footprints. The bottoms of her boots are slick, sinking softly into the mud once the path ends. She lifts her skirts so they do not drag in the filth — viscera, excrement, other innards so defiled that she can no longer categorize what they might have once been.

Concentrated effort is put into keeping her features from twisting as they beg to. Not in shock or even empathy, but revulsion. Of the Three, the Lord of Murder is perhaps the one whose ways remain the most inscrutable to her. Many a life she has taken without remorse, but she does not consider herself so ghoulish as to dance upon corpses. There is much merrymaking amongst the Bhaalyn, who near religious ecstasy. They are rapturous, resplendent mockeries of life itself clothed in despoiler's finery.

The amulet of Myrkul heavy upon her breast marks her as ally. Still, she makes her way quickly through most profane revelry. She is not here to languish amongst these butchers.

It is almost with relief that she finds the head of white hair she has been seeking at the heart of the hecatomb. An irony, that she should be glad to see Bhaal's sharpest blade. At least it is not the pale sister, all twisted snake-tongue and logic. The mark of Myrkul might mean little yet to Orin should she be deep in the throes of her murder-lust.

"Vedui'. You are no longer a myth," Iraestra calls, hiding her trepidation well. Never before has she treated with the ktonos. She prays that the other woman proves to be more reasonable, though she holds little faith. Madness runs deep within Bhaal's seed. "Iraestra Oblodra, Magus of Mykrul. I greet you, godspawn. I have come far to seek an audience."

Directly above their heads swings a man gored through the belly. Freshly killed, he still drips out his wretched offering. Bled like a boar, hands suspended upwards as if in supplication. Eyeless sockets see nothing but the yawning blackness of death.

"May Myrkul take his soul well," a reflex. "An...esoteric display," she aims for diplomacy and falls somewhat short. She steps aside so that she is not in danger of catching his drippings upon her clothing. Her robes are far too fine for the current surroundings.

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↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

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𝑰 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .    (   sentence  starters  originating  from  season  two  of  syfy’s  ‘ wynonna earp ’ .   adjust  pronouns  as  necessary ,  heavy  warning  for  mature  themes !   )

❛  you  truly  are  a  monster .  ❜ ❛  now ,  don’t  get  all  emotional  on  me .  ❜ ❛  you  have  amazing  taste  in  underwear .  ❜ ❛  my  poor ,  brave  baby .  ❜ ❛  when  did  you  become  such  a  prude ?  ❜ ❛  it’s  called  being  a  gentleman .  ❜ ❛  how  are  you  holding  up ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  have  you  know  i’m  kind  of  a  big  deal  around  here .  ❜ ❛  you’re  gonna  need  me .  ❜ ❛  aw ,  you  did  math .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you  to  be  okay .  ❜ ❛  you  couldn’t  stop  me  if  you  tried .  ❜ ❛  better  nut  up  and  decide  who  you  can  trust .  ❜ ❛  if  you  want  me  to  trust  you ,  you’re  gonna  have  to  tell  me  the  plan .  ❜ ❛  you  stay  put ,  okay ?  ❜ ❛  there  is  a  possibility  i  am  now  hallucinating .  ❜ ❛  it’s  my  turn ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  who  are  you ?  you  know  what ,  i  don’t  care .  we’ve  gotta  go .  ❜ ❛  somebody  has  to  pay ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  you  could  come  in  …  i’m  gonna  take  a  shower .  ❜ ❛  they  should  be  scared  of  me .  ❜ ❛  remember  who  the  real  enemy  is .  ❜ ❛  this  is  the  worst .  ❜ ❛  i  love  watching  you  work .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  shut  me  out .  ❜ ❛  i’m  sitting  right  here ,  there’s  no  need  to  holler .  ❜ ❛  what  do  you  even  do  around  here ,  [ name ] ?  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  anything  to  say  for  yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  such  an  asshole ,  i  don’t  know  why  i  brought  that  up .  ❜ ❛  what’s  in  it  for  you ?  ❜ ❛  how  are  you  doing ?  still  having  fun ?  ❜ ❛  so  many  jokes ,  i  can’t  even  choose .  ❜ ❛  THIS  is  your  breaking  point ?  ❜ ❛  this  might  be  a  shitshow ,  but  it’s  OUR  shitshow .  ❜ ❛  sometimes ,  it’s  good  to  say  goodbye .  ❜ ❛  we  never  lied  to  each  other ,  you’re  free  to  kiss  whoever  you  like .  ❜ ❛  how  do  you  do  that ?  turn  your  feelings  on  and  off  like  a  fucking  robot ?  ❜ ❛  let’s  get  you  somewhere  safe .  ❜ ❛  i  feel  like  i  might’ve  lost  the  plot  a  bit .  ❜ ❛  all  i  dream  of  is  not  having  to  run  anymore .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  wanna  die .  ❜ ❛  this  is  what  i  bring  to  the  team .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  know  if  i  should  be  frightened  or  jealous .  ❜ ❛  you  wore  suede ?  what  is  it ,  your  first  day ?  ❜ ❛  to  add  insult  to  injury ,  you’re  stuck  with  me .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  like  being  blackmailed .  ❜ ❛  i’m  tired  of  running  and  hiding  …  and  then  running  again .  ❜ ❛  we’re  buying  better  bourbon .  case  closed .  ❜ ❛  [ name ]  was  never  anything  but  proud  of  you .  ❜ ❛  oh ,  i  like  when  you’re  scary .  ❜ ❛  are  you  still  mad  at  me ?  ❜ ❛  as  long  as  you  want  me ,  i  will  be  by  your  side .  ❜ ❛  the  best  sex  is  make - up  sex ,  right ?  ❜ ❛  give  me  a  whiskey !  ❜ ❛  maybe  i  am  getting  soft ,  huh ?  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  i  have  this  gut  feeling  that  something  is  coming ,  and  it’s  bad .  ❜ ❛  i  can  get  you  whatever  you  need  except  time .  ❜ ❛  i  thought  this  time  would  be  different .  ❜ ❛  even  fury  road  has  pit  stops .  ❜ ❛  i  didn’t  know  if  it  was  your  thing .  ❜ ❛  baby ,  that’s  everybody’s  thing .  ❜ ❛  you  guys  need  to  get  some  more  hands ,  so  that  your  hands  can  stay  right  here  on  me .  ❜ ❛  every  time  i  close  my  eyes ,  it’s  the  same  nightmare .  ❜ ❛  are  you  going  to  be  this  much  fun  all  day ?  ❜ ❛  i  was  such  an  idiot .  ❜ ❛  clock  is  ticking ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  how  are  you  settling  in ?  ❜ ❛  how  long  are  you  around ?  ❜ ❛  what  am  i ,  human  tinder ?  ❜ ❛  listen ,  i  love  that  you’ve  got  your  own  thing  going  on  here ,  but  don’t  get  distracted .  ❜ ❛  you  have  my  undivided  attention .  ❜ ❛  two  shots  of  tequila  is  not  ‘abstaining’ ,  it’s  called  being  professional .  ❜ ❛  nice  try ,  but  snitches  get  stitches .  ❜ ❛  i  was  just  thinking  about  you .  ❜ ❛  some  things  never  change ,  huh ?  ❜ ❛  hey ,  watch  your  perfectly  glossed  mouth .  ❜ ❛  i’m  glad  you’re  putting  yourself  out  there .  ❜ ❛  why  is  everyone  so  obsessed  with  my  fun  levels ?  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  it’s  great .  i  could  just  scream !  ❜ ❛  not  bailing  on  me ,  are  you ?  ❜ ❛  do  you  wanna  get  out  of  here ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  drunk  and  you’re  talking  too  much .  ❜ ❛  shady  and  suspicious ,  therefore  gettin’  more  delicious .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  come  so  far .  ❜ ❛  when  you  stop  dating  psychos ,  THEN  you  can  give  me  relationship  advice .  ❜ ❛  let  him  go ,  it’s  not  worth  it .  ❜ ❛  if  that’s  broken ,  you’ll  pay  for  it .  ❜ ❛  don’t  tell  me  how  to  do  my  job .  ❜ ❛  oh ,  you  have  not  seen  harassment .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  keep  your  head  in  the  game .  ❜ ❛  have  you  noticed  any  changes  in  [ name ]  lately ?  ❜ ❛  you  know  what ?  forget  it .  ❜ ❛  i  heard  everything .  ❜ ❛  you’ll  be  broken  enough  for  her  in  no  time .  ❜ ❛  you  look  like  you  had  some  fun .  ❜ ❛  you  are  UNDERESTIMATING  the  day  i’ve  had .  ❜ ❛  are  we  too  late ?  are  you  okay ?  ❜ ❛  i  had  him  right  where  i  wanted  him .  ❜ ❛  this  has  to  end .  please .  ❜ ❛  brave  but  stupid ,  i’ll  take  it .  ❜ ❛  okay ,  yeah ,  now  i’m  sure  i  hit  myself  in  the  head .  ❜ ❛  i  hate  you ,  [ name ] .  i  hate  you .  ❜ ❛  you  think  i’m  stupid ?  ❜ ❛  why  didn’t  you  tell  me  any  of  this  before ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  stubborn ,  i  always  take  the  hard  way .  ❜ ❛  i  wasn’t  expecting  company .  ❜ ❛  okay ,  we’ve  really  gotta  come  up  with  a  secret  handshake .  ❜ ❛  should  …  should  we  have  a  safe  word ?  ❜ ❛  this  was  not  the  plan ,  it’s  too  dangerous .  ❜ ❛  stop  it .  all  you  do  is  play  games .  i  don’t  like  your  games .  ❜ ❛  i’m  trying  to  rescue  you ,  let’s  go .  ❜ ❛  doesn’t  anybody  have  any  faith  in  me ?  ❜ ❛  how  do  you  know  you  weren’t  followed ?  ❜ ❛  i  think  you  should  get  out  of  here .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  a  bad  person .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  a  bad  person ,  and  if  you  know  what’s  good  for  you ,  you’ll  stop  treating  me  like  one .  ❜ ❛  the  power  of  suggestion  is  a  formidable  thing .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  i  know  what  i  saw .  ❜ ❛  i  told  you  to  wait .  ❜ ❛  bad  news ,  they  ran  out  of  pumpkin  spice .  ❜ ❛  i  thought  tying  a  cherry  stem  into  a  knot  with  my  tongue  was  a  cool  party  trick .  ❜ ❛  you’re  not  ready .  you’ll  never  be  ready .  ❜ ❛  you’ll  never  be  locked  up  again .  ❜ ❛  whatever  you  did ,  i  want  to  help .  ❜ ❛  i’m  exhausted .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  having  any  fun .  ❜ ❛  what  are  we  going  to  do  with  you ?  ❜ ❛  i  salted  the  rim ,  i’m  not  a  savage .  ❜ ❛  are  you  feeling  alright ?  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  wanna  go  in  there ,  trust  me .  ❜ ❛  tell  me  why  i  shouldn’t  kill  you  right  here ,  right  now .  ❜ ❛  you’re  really  mean  when  you  drink  before  noon .  and  you  drink  before  noon  too  often .  ❜ ❛  well  frankly ,  [ name ] ,  the  situation  is  balls .  ❜ ❛  horrible  deeds  have  been  committed  here .  ❜ ❛  have  you  done  bad  things ?  ❜ ❛  let’s  get  you  straight  home  to  bed .  ❜ ❛  …  i  said  i  was  sorry .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  be  anything  you  want  me  to  be .  ❜ ❛  i  might’ve  caused  some  trouble .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  got  dark  corners  that  you  haven’t  explored  yet .  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  enough  to  save  you ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  okay ,  are  we  having  a  moment ?  ❜ ❛  there’s  only  one  way  to  make  it  stop  and  you  know  what  it  is ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  history  books  will  have  no  mention  of  our  names  or  our  deeds .  ❜ ❛  i  know  you  need  space  and  i  really  tried  to  stay  away ,  but  i  got  worried .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  you  now ,  okay ?  i  swear  i’ve  got  you .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  made  an  enemy  this  friday .  ❜ ❛  [ name ]  would  never  say  something  like  that .  ❜ ❛  i’d  say  ‘make  your  peace’ ,  but  i  hope  you  never  find  any .  ❜ ❛  i  would  shoot  anybody  for  you .  ❜ ❛  i  knew  you’d  rescue  me .  ❜ ❛  i  have  enough  friends .  ❜ ❛  you  know ,  i’m  here  for  you .  now  and  forever .  ❜ ❛  we’re  all  on  the  same  team ,  now ,  right ?  ❜ ❛  you  can’t  just  ‘nope’  this  away !  ‘nope’  is  not  a  viable  plan .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  take  a  day  off .  ❜ ❛  if  it  sounds  like  a  hippie  hemorrhoid  cream ,  i  don’t  want  it  in  my  cup .  ❜ ❛  you  practice  those  googly  eyes  in  the  mirror ,  or  just  …  natural  talent ?  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  get  in  here ?  ❜ ❛  stop  pushing  me .  and  while  you’re  at  it ,  stop  judging  me .  ❜ ❛  i  remember  every  second  i  was  with  you .  every  touch ,  every  kiss  …    ❜ ❛  did  i  just  pass  out ?  ❜ ❛  i  think  we’ve  been  asleep  for  a  long - ass  time .  ❜ ❛  time  is  running  out .  ❜ ❛  you  haven’t  been  paying  attention .  ❜ ❛  goodie ,  i  love  conditions .  they  really  turn  my  crank .  ❜ ❛  you’re  amazing .  ❜ ❛  you  do  not  want  to  cross  that  line .  ❜ ❛  everybody  keeps  talking  to  me  like  i’m  an  idiot .  ❜ ❛  i  know  what  i  want .  ❜ ❛  you  shot  me ,  you  bitch !  ❜ ❛  i  have  something  to  tell  you ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  like  this ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  you  know  we’re  gonna  have  to  talk  about  this  eventually ,  right ?  ❜ ❛  room  down  there  for  one  more ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  saying  it’s  gonna  be  okay .  i’m  just  saying  …  i’m  here .  ❜ ❛  i  am  all  in .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  thank  god  you’re  here .  ❜ ❛  it’s  for  your  protection .  ❜ ❛  if  you  have  nothing  to  hide ,  what’s  the  problem ?  ❜ ❛  sorry ,  i  don’t  have  time  to  play  nice  anymore .  ❜ ❛  usually  she’s  a  fun  bitch ,  not  a  bitch  bitch .  ❜ ❛  wake  up .  [ name ] ,  wake  up .  ❜ ❛  evil  sniffs  out  evil .  ❜ ❛  you’re  very  nice ,  thank  you  for  that .  ❜ ❛  i  wonder  how  many  generations  have  surveyed  this  land .  ❜ ❛  i  think  it’s  starting  to  settle  in .  ❜ ❛  don’t  shoot ,  i’m  just  the  messenger .  ❜ ❛  it  was  a  long  time  ago .  ❜ ❛  you  are  kicking  ass  at  not  helping  right  now ,  you  know ?  ❜ ❛  we  should  talk .  ❜ ❛  you  are  such  an  asshole .  ❜ ❛  [ name ] ,  hey .  i  need  a  favor .  ❜ ❛  i  told  you  not  to  make  this  weird .  ❜ ❛  i  hate  doing  everything  sober .  ❜ ❛  pace  yourself ,  there’s  SO  much  more  to  judge .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  become  [ name ]  by  confronting  problems  head - on .  ❜ ❛  just  shut  your  mouth .  ❜ ❛  okay ,  yeah ,  i  guess  i  deserved  that .  ❜ ❛  see ?  this  is  what  you  get  when  you’re  friends  with  a  nark .  ❜ ❛  step  out  of  my  way .  ❜ ❛  are  we  having  a  good  time ?  ❜ ❛  okay ,  let  me  do  the  talking .  ❜ ❛  justice  delayed  is  still  justice  served .  ❜ ❛  you  are  so  pretty  and  i  like  you  so  much !  ❜ ❛  you’re  drunk !  and  in  trouble .  ❜ ❛  this  whole  ‘lone  wolf’  thing  you’ve  got  going  on  isn’t  gonna  cut  it .  ❜ ❛  don’t  even  think  about  it .  ❜ ❛  did  you  mean  any  of  those  things  you  said ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  lucky  nobody  saw  that .  ❜ ❛  why  don’t  you  distract  me ?  ❜ ❛  this  is  only  gonna  get  worse  if  you  don’t  decide  to  help  me .  ❜ ❛  you  really  don’t  care  about  any  of  this ,  do  you ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  be  gone  long  before  then .  ❜ ❛  so  this  is  where  it  all  began  …  ❜ ❛  it’s  hard  not  to  feel  like  an  outsider ,  even  for  me .  ❜ ❛  i  remember  what  it  feels  like  to  be  new .  ❜ ❛  hey ,  don’t  do  anything  stupid ,  okay ?  ❜ ❛  shut  the  hell  up .  ❜ ❛  at  this  point ,  i’m  no  longer  afraid  of  the  consequences .  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  come  by  it ?  the  wound ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  lying .  ❜ ❛  you  have  to  do  something  for  me .  ❜ ❛  why  wouldn’t  you  tell  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  need  you  to  make  decisions  for  me .  ❜ ❛  don’t  follow  me .  ❜ ❛  why  did  you  bring  me  here ?  ❜ ❛  i  deserve  to  be  saved .  i  do .  ❜ ❛  try  to  remember  who  you  were .  ❜ ❛  trust  me ,  we’ll  meet  again .  ❜ ❛  i  promise  i  will  never  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  come  back  to  me .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  eyes  on  the  prize .  ❜ ❛  surely  you’ll  want  to  hear  my  offer .  ❜ ❛  sorry  i  was  a  no - show .  ❜ ❛  aren’t  you  gonna  say  goodnight ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  too  hangry  to  have  this  conversation .  ❜ ❛  it’s  okay ,  it’s  better  that  i  know  the  truth .  ❜ ❛  am  i  the  biggest  cliche  ever ?  ❜ ❛  i  know  what  you’re  going  through .  ❜ ❛  you’re  so  lovely .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’d  never  do ?  tell  you  what  to  think  or  feel .  ❜ ❛  i  never  drink  alone .  it’s  sad  and  depressing .  ❜ ❛  i  would  do  anything  to  get  out  of  here  for  just  one  night .  ❜ ❛  say  something  …  preferably  encouraging .  ❜ ❛  is  this  your  thing ?  cute  but  annoying ?  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  protect  you  if  i’m  dead .  ❜ ❛  i  think  i  need  to  leave .  ❜ ❛  you  can’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ ❛  you  repeat  this  convo ,  you  die .  ❜ ❛  don’t  lie  to  me ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  you  and  me ,  we’re  good  people .  ❜ ❛  hey ,  listen .  i’m  gonna  get  you  out  of  here ,  okay ?  ❜ ❛  sometimes  i  think  you  really  must  hate  me .  ❜ ❛  what  are  you  so  afraid  of ?  ❜ ❛  i  always  knew  you’d  be  the  death  of  me ,  anyway .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nothing  you  could’ve  done .  ❜ ❛  this  can’t  be  happening .  ❜ ❛  i  just  really  thought  i  was  doing  the  right  thing .  ❜ ❛  i  lied  to  you ,  and  i  shouldn’t  have .  ❜ ❛  i  have  never  loved  anyone  the  way  that  i  love  you .  ❜ ❛  can  we  all  just  act  like  we’re  winning  for  once ?  ❜ ❛  i  wasn’t  expecting  you  to  be  cool  about  it ,  but  the  pouting  is  getting  old .  ❜ ❛  am  i  the  only  one  who  didn’t  know ?  ❜ ❛  i  appreciate  everything  you’ve  done .  ❜ ❛  what  are  the  chances  you’ll  sit  this  one  out ?  ❜ ❛  [ name ]’s  never  gonna  forgive  me .  ❜ ❛  you  would  have  done  the  same  thing .  ❜ ❛  don’t  go .  ❜ ❛  i  learned  my  lesson .  ❜ ❛  i  should  have  trusted  you .  ❜ ❛  i  thought  it  was  your  fault .  ❜ ❛  i  plan  to  exploit  you .  ❜ ❛  just  so  everyone’s  clear ,  i’m  my  own  damn  weapon .  ❜ ❛  sorry  i’m  late ,  i  kinda  died .  ❜ ❛  mercy  comes  in  many  forms .  ❜ ❛  i  will  kill  us  both  before  i  let  you  walk  in  service  to  the  devil .  ❜ ❛  if  i  die ,  they  can’t  use  me .  ❜ ❛  i  am  so  very  tired ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  see  you  on  the  other  side .  ❜ ❛  i  care  more  about  this  than  anything  else  in  the  world .  ❜ ❛  you  are  …  extraordinary .  ❜ ❛  i’m  with  you ,  [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  are  you  okay ?  ❜ ❛  would  you  have  done  any  different ?  ❜ ❛  i  would  have  done  everything  different .  ❜

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PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's honestly nothing. i can deal with it myself.

next time something like this happens, you have to promise to tell me.

you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine.

how long have you had that?

i'm good at this, you know. patching up wounds.

would you cut it out? i'm trying to help you.

why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?

you didn't have to take that hit for me.

what are you hiding from me?

it's not the worst injury i've ever seen, but it's pretty bad.

how long were you going to hide this from me?

at least let me look at it.

there. it looks much better.

this will help with the pain.

i'm forever in your debt.

i didn't have anywhere else to go.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

is that your blood?

i've patched up nastier wounds than this.

stop squirming! you're going to be fine!

this is bad. this is really bad.

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine.

we need to get you to a hospital.

how does it look? be honest.

keep your eyes open, okay? keep looking at me.

it doesn't hurt that bad.

give me your hand. let me look at it.

who taught you how to patch a wound like that?

it's not as bad as i thought it would be, that's for sure.

would you just let me help you? please?

you saved my life.

let me go find my first aid kit. it's in here somewhere.

i'll take care of it. you just sit and rest.

see? that wasn't so bad after all.

i've seen worse.

take two of these and drink some water.

ow! that really hurt!

i've got you, okay? everything's going to be fine.

you're gonna have to take your shirt off.

well... it could have been worse.

it looks worse than it really is, i swear.

roll up your sleeve a little, will you?

does that feel all right?

i didn't even realize i was bleeding.

you could have been killed out there!

give me a second to patch this up.

don't close your eyes. you hear me? stay with me.

i'm not giving up on you just yet.

you still need some time to heal.

i'm right here. i won't leave your side.

thank you for taking care of me.

if you can still hear me, help is on the way!

just squeeze my hand when it starts hurting.

how long have i been out?

let me check for a fever.

did you patch this up?

i've had worse injuries than this.

where did you learn to do that?

take some deep breaths for me.

look at me. you're going to be fine.

hold still! stop moving around so much!

i'll take care of you.

what the hell were you thinking?

where does it hurt?

i'm so used to doing this myself.

lift up your shirt a little so i can see.

lay back down. you're not healed up yet.

you never should have put yourself in harm's way like that.

looks like i've got myself a really good nurse.

will you stay with me while i sleep?

no one's ever helped me like that before.

i would have died had it not been for you.

don't you get it? if you don't let me help you, you'll die.

we have to be quick about this.

this could get bad.

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a DARK URGE from BALDUR'S GATE 3.

〈 Druid. Half Drow. Not Redeemed. 〉

guidelines · bio & verses · 21+ · selective · mutuals only

[finifugality]

Splashes of light fill her vision, leaving black spots in their wake before the next round starts up. It's funny, she thinks, that people took explosives and instead of using them to kill or even to be useful with mining, they've used them for fun. Such a waste of supplies, a waste of time - and yet she doesn't want to look away from the display. (Though, she must admit, using fireworks to kill someone would create quite the show!) "Perhaps I am just being a cat, wishing to pounce on the dancing lights." Tone droll and yet the words are almost a tease. Another thing she finds herself doing more, as she spends time with Gortash, along with speaking more in general. As she shifts, turning to lean back against the wall, legs dangling on either side of the railing, she looks him over more closely. What does she feel for him? It's not something anyone has bothered to ask her before, at least not with any sort of genuine curiosity - asking her if she feels any guilt or remorse doesn't count. "Do I have to feel anything for you?" She wonders, eyes boring into his. "Curiosity. Interest. A bit of amusement, on occasion." So far he'd given no reason for her to lie, and there was nothing for him to gain from this knowledge. Yet, a question for a question - an answer for an answer. "Tell me, do you know how they change the colors? The shapes?" An unimportant question, in the grand scheme of things. Worthless, really, and yet she finds herself curious about the little things, the details she never would have cared to consider just a few months ago.

"do not say that. or i will have to hate you too." / @finifugality

Palms redolent of metal, evidence of yet another handful of hours spent tinkering in his workshop, he mutters choice (irritated) words about the circus and its firework show interrupting a quiet night. On the opposite end of the room, perched on the balcony with the same feline grace she often prowls around the streets with, Malvrae's form becomes illuminated by the dazzle-bright light show — colorful highlights dancing across her features, soaking the ashen-grey of her mane in a kaleidoscope. Ever the gracious host, diligent about prioritizing his guest and confidante, Enver spends more time looking at her rather than the sky beyond, cup of spiked coffee warming his insides. He huffs, some curious, meddlesome noise resonating in the throat. "Defender of comedy and poorly delivered puns, are you?"

Approaching her, placing the mug between them should she desire to partake in the sludge that he calls a decent drink, it's with a groan he leans against the stone parapet. "Little wonder you barely crack a smile, let alone laugh with such low dreadful humor," he adds, drawl wry. Some might consider it a failing Enver knows little of her beyond titles, beyond the bloodlust and bouts of bestial violence. It's frustrating at times, indeed, but patience proves as one of his rare virtues — something given to few souls. "If you do not hate me currently, what is it that you feel? Indulge me."