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//Poses, I think i'm gonna start work on moving this blog to a new one

I think I will be removing Valgrea as a muse because I haven't been feeling her for a while ngl. Everyone else should be staying tho

I'll probably be adding:

Vale (Reborn, Swarmkeeper Ranger)

Mas (Changeling/Dhampir, Eloquence Bard)

Cross (Human, Champion fighter) (Still debating this one tbh)

Kira (Dhampir, Battle Master Fighter/Assassin Rogue)

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//I am slightly debating moving this blog to a new one. It still has all the tags and other remnants from when it was exclusively Jades blog and also I wanted to redo the theme/officially remove Alasdair and replace them with another character

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They listen, quietly as she speaks. Her words... they lay heavy on their shoulders as they think of their mother and her grief. They wanted to be remembered. They wanted to think that she still had little trinkets that reminded her of them, and maybe she smiled or even cried when she held them.

They wanted to know that someone they'd known was still alive and out there thinking of them. A quote comes to mind, but they can't remember where it came from. You're only truly dead once you've been forgotten.

Yet, the thought of their mother, heartbroken over them even a hundred years later... it brought pain to their chest, to their unbeating heart. They wanted to believe she was happy somewhere out there, but... they also wanted to be happy with her.

Would it be better to let her live without knowing, or to hunt her down and risk tearing the wounds right back open. Maybe she would prefer to live knowing her child was dead, rather than live in a reality where her child was a monster. They could feel tears beading in the corners of their eyes at the thought, but they tried to blink them back. Solid black tears would bring unwanted questions.

"What if... you died and your family had moved on from it... and then you came back to life. Would it be selfish to want them to welcome you back? And what if... you weren't the same as before?" Gods please don't let her read too much into this--

The weight of this place settled over her like a heavy blanket, making it hard to breathe—not just because the air was thick and oppressive, but that could be because she stood in the domain of her lady’s sister. Her enemy. How tragically poetic.

A small smile crept onto her lips as she found comfort in the simple fact that her new companion, has heart that cares enough for those who passed.

Given their circumstance, it's hard to cross someone who still thinks about those who passed. "I’d like to think people remember," she said quietly, her voice almost lost in the heavy air. "I still mourn the ones I’ve lost. I think about them all the time." People always talked about how wonderful it must be to live as long as elves, but they didn’t understand the weight of it—how exhausting it was to watch everyone you love age and fade while you stay the same. "I hope they’re still remembered. Everyone deserves that," she added, taking a sip of her drink. The familiar taste should have comforted her, but it didn’t—it never really did.

"But," she sighed, staring into the distance, "maybe it’s okay if people move on. I mean, losing someone—it hurts. And remembering them sometimes just keeps that wound from healing." She paused, her fingers tightening around her cup. "If I were to die, I think I’d rather be forgotten. I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that pain. I’d rather they just... forget I ever existed. Let them believe I’m out there somewhere, wandering. Until one day, they just... stop remembering."

She turned to her companion, her voice soft but curious. "What about you? Do you want to be remembered? Do you want people to think about you when you're gone?"

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They patiently listen, taking in the little bit of information they were given. It... sounded familiar. Recognition buzzing in their undead skull. Yet they couldn't recall anything specific, but a sense of fear tingled in the back of their mind nonetheless.

Survive. They hadn't survived it, not at all. That's why it didn't affect them, they were convinced the shadows were under their very skin. Maybe that would explain why they could use this strange magic that they were so certain they never could in life.

"Wh...why doesn't it effect you?" They ask softly, getting the hint that they should be talking quietly about this.

holding her broken moonlantern aloft, lit with a cold magical light - more to offer respite from the dark than offer any kind of protection, seeing as neither were in particular need - the tiefling glances at their traveling companion and tries to offer a reassuring smile. yet, it falls flat at their inquiry, and she quickly looks away, back to their dismal surroundings and the encroaching shadows.

❝ ketheric thorm. ❞ Shade eventually says, voice quiet as if nervous of someone listening. then a pause as she considers what she knew, what was rumor and what had been revealed as fact. how Shar had played a part, how she had ended up here. she glances at Tsukiya again, this time with idle curiosity. ❝ he made ah deal with Shar, an' when he fell... he released her curse, turned his lands into this. ❞ gesturing with her lantern, the ranger falls silent as they continue forth.

she didn't know if she could - should ? - ask. maybe the other didn't have answers, was in the same boat she was. walking around in the curse and... not falling victim to it. Shade didn't know whether she found that reassuring or not.

❝ most people don't survive in it. but I... we... do. ❞ she eventually says, carefully, tentatively navigating around the topic.

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//I played Tsukiya in a murder mystery style campaign that sort of evolved into something else (it's on hiatus now but still), and I will never not find it funny that Tsukiya was so unsubtle about being a reborn even though they tried to hide it... and yet only one player character knows.

Tsu, agreeing to taste test poison because they're 'weirdly resistant for some reason' and then immediately gets poisoned despite advantage

Tsu, crying pure black tears at least 12 different times and not a single person questioned it

Tsu, refusing food every single time it's offered

Tsu, getting disemboweled, dripping grape jelly looking blood and then proceeding to sit down and sew their stomach closed again right there on the battlefield and again, no one noticed

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//I was supposed to do replies here yesterday but I am too easily distracted--

I also need to remove Alasdair from the muselist, but I may replace them with someone else

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Bio and Rules under cut

Sideblog, follows back from Murderreign!

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Name: Alasdair Greives

Age: 30

Height: 6'4"

Gender: Nonbinary (They/He) (AFAB, but please don’t have your muse know this by default)

Personality: A very animated person with a macabre sense of humor. Can be rather quick to anger and highly defensive when certain nerves are pressed. Doesn’t react well to flirting.

Class: College of Spirits Bard

Species: Dhampir/Satyr

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 13

Intelligence: 12

Wisdom: 11

Charisma: 19

**This character has the Dark Gift from the Ravenloft expansion called Gathering Whispers

You are haunted by spiritual beings, whether the souls of the departed or entities from another plane. Their voices endlessly whisper, taunt, or cajole, sometimes rising to unearthly howls. Only you can perceive the spirits, unless you allow them to speak through you. The spirits are intangible and invisible; anyone who can see invisible creatures sees only fleeting glimpses of these spirits as they haunt you.

Spirit Whispers. You learn the Message cantrip if you don’t already know it, and require no components to cast it. When you cast the spell, the messages are delivered by one of your whispering spirits rather than you or the target’s voice. Your spellcasting ability for this spell is Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma (your choice when you gain this Dark Gift).Sudden Cacophony. When you are hit by an attack roll, you can use your reaction to channel your haunting spirits, letting their voices howl through you. If the attacker isn’t deafened, add your proficiency bonus to your AC against that attack, potentially causing it to miss. Once this trait causes an attack to miss, you can’t use the trait again until you finish a long rest.Voices from Beyond. Immediately after you make an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw and roll a 1 on the d20, the haunting voices grow too loud to ignore. Roll on the Voices from Beyond table to determine the effect of these voices. Once one of these effects occurs, none of these haunting voices manifest again until you finish a short or long rest.

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This character will involve themes of child neglect, transphobia, sexual assault mentions, fantasy racism (toward dhampirs), references to mental illness in a derogatory manner (only mentioned due to backstory reasons)

The scorned child of a small forest village, their early years were plagued with heartache and emotional neglect. After disappearing into the woods under mysterious circumstances, only to return completely unharmed two weeks later… with claims of being able to speak with the dead the child was promptly outcasted by the rest of the village.

For the remainder of their youth, they were the subject of isolation, bullying and worse from local villagers young and old.

No matter how many times they pleaded with their mother for protection, help, advice, anything, all she would tell them is that ‘if they wanted it to stop then they just needed to shut up and act normal for once’.

During the years since their disappearance, they’d made no attempt to hide their newfound ‘gift’, finding the idea of being able to gain wisdom or even help those who have passed fascinating. The other villagers… clearly didn’t feel the same.

As time moved on Alasdair grew resentful of the villagers, as well as their mother. They began to cling onto their gift, doubling down and convincing themself that they’d been given this gift for a reason. They were chosen for a specific duty, to record and preserve the stories of the dead.

They left the village, and began a journey as a traveling poet, writing down the stories that spirits would tell them and turning them into poetry to share with the world.

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▍ ❝   RULE ONE. Crossover friendly; I prefer rping with fandoms i’m familiar with, but i’m open to those i’m not as well. You’ll just have to excuse me for any mistakes since I won’t be too familiar with your muse or their world.

▍ ❝   RULE TWO. Multiverse/Multiship; All relationships will take place in different verses.

▍ ❝   RULE THREE. Do not force ship; Do not try to force your muse on mine and do not get upset if I happen to say no to your ship. Not every ship is going to work, that’s just how it is.

▍ ❝   RULE FOUR. Mun is 25+; Due to the nature of this character, I will ONLY interact with those that are also 18+.

▍ ❝   RULE FIVE. No godmodding; I control my character, you control yours. Do not have your muse auto-hit mine, or narrate anything happening to my character without discussing it with me first. It’s really quite infuriating and can leading to a lot of things happening to my character that my character should have reasonably been able to get out of or would be generally ooc.

▍ ❝   RULE SIX. I am generally pretty quick with replies. I usually respond within 3 days, a week at most. If I take longer then that it means i’m probably busy with other blogs and haven’t checked in. Feel free to send in message if i’ve gone a week without replying and you see me still being active. I might have missed your reply or ask somehow.

▍ ❝   RULE SEVEN. Triggers; Due to the nature of Alasdair's backstory there will be prominent themes of Death, Ghosts, Violence, mentions of SA, PTSD, Mentions of Transphobia, Suicidal Ideology, and more.

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Independent DnD oc

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Bio and Rules under cut

Sideblog, follows back from Murderreign!

**Icon border by sibylsource

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Name: Alasdair Greives

Age: 30

Height: 6'4"

Gender: Nonbinary (They/He) (AFAB, but please don’t have your muse know this by default)

Personality: A very animated person with a macabre sense of humor. Can be rather quick to anger and highly defensive when certain nerves are pressed. Doesn’t react well to flirting.

Class: College of Spirits Bard

Species: Dhampir/Satyr

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 13

Intelligence: 12

Wisdom: 11

Charisma: 19

**This character has the Dark Gift from the Ravenloft expansion called Gathering Whispers

You are haunted by spiritual beings, whether the souls of the departed or entities from another plane. Their voices endlessly whisper, taunt, or cajole, sometimes rising to unearthly howls. Only you can perceive the spirits, unless you allow them to speak through you. The spirits are intangible and invisible; anyone who can see invisible creatures sees only fleeting glimpses of these spirits as they haunt you.

Spirit Whispers. You learn the Message cantrip if you don’t already know it, and require no components to cast it. When you cast the spell, the messages are delivered by one of your whispering spirits rather than you or the target’s voice. Your spellcasting ability for this spell is Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma (your choice when you gain this Dark Gift).Sudden Cacophony. When you are hit by an attack roll, you can use your reaction to channel your haunting spirits, letting their voices howl through you. If the attacker isn’t deafened, add your proficiency bonus to your AC against that attack, potentially causing it to miss. Once this trait causes an attack to miss, you can’t use the trait again until you finish a long rest.Voices from Beyond. Immediately after you make an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw and roll a 1 on the d20, the haunting voices grow too loud to ignore. Roll on the Voices from Beyond table to determine the effect of these voices. Once one of these effects occurs, none of these haunting voices manifest again until you finish a short or long rest.

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This character will involve themes of child neglect, transphobia, sexual assault mentions, fantasy racism (toward dhampirs), references to mental illness in a derogatory manner (only mentioned due to backstory reasons)

The scorned child of a small forest village, their early years were plagued with heartache and emotional neglect. After disappearing into the woods under mysterious circumstances, only to return completely unharmed two weeks later… with claims of being able to speak with the dead the child was promptly outcasted by the rest of the village.

For the remainder of their youth, they were the subject of isolation, bullying and worse from local villagers young and old.

No matter how many times they pleaded with their mother for protection, help, advice, anything, all she would tell them is that ‘if they wanted it to stop then they just needed to shut up and act normal for once’.

During the years since their disappearance, they’d made no attempt to hide their newfound ‘gift’, finding the idea of being able to gain wisdom or even help those who have passed fascinating. The other villagers… clearly didn’t feel the same.

As time moved on Alasdair grew resentful of the villagers, as well as their mother. They began to cling onto their gift, doubling down and convincing themself that they’d been given this gift for a reason. They were chosen for a specific duty, to record and preserve the stories of the dead.

They left the village, and began a journey as a traveling poet, writing down the stories that spirits would tell them and turning them into poetry to share with the world.

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▍ ❝   RULE ONE. Crossover friendly; I prefer rping with fandoms i’m familiar with, but i’m open to those i’m not as well. You’ll just have to excuse me for any mistakes since I won’t be too familiar with your muse or their world.

▍ ❝   RULE TWO. Multiverse/Multiship; All relationships will take place in different verses.

▍ ❝   RULE THREE. Do not force ship; Do not try to force your muse on mine and do not get upset if I happen to say no to your ship. Not every ship is going to work, that’s just how it is.

▍ ❝   RULE FOUR. Mun is 25+; Due to the nature of this character, I will ONLY interact with those that are also 18+.

▍ ❝   RULE FIVE. No godmodding; I control my character, you control yours. Do not have your muse auto-hit mine, or narrate anything happening to my character without discussing it with me first. It’s really quite infuriating and can leading to a lot of things happening to my character that my character should have reasonably been able to get out of or would be generally ooc.

▍ ❝   RULE SIX. I am generally pretty quick with replies. I usually respond within 3 days, a week at most. If I take longer then that it means i’m probably busy with other blogs and haven’t checked in. Feel free to send in message if i’ve gone a week without replying and you see me still being active. I might have missed your reply or ask somehow.

▍ ❝   RULE SEVEN. Triggers; Due to the nature of Alasdair's backstory there will be prominent themes of Death, Ghosts, Violence, mentions of SA, PTSD, Mentions of Transphobia, Suicidal Ideology, and more.

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Independent DnD oc

Google Doc Spotify Pinterest

Bio and Rules under cut

**Icon border by sibylsource

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Name: Alasdair Greives

Age: 30

Height: 6'4"

Gender: Nonbinary (They/He) (AFAB, but please don’t have your muse know this by default)

Personality: A very animated person with a macabre sense of humor. Can be rather quick to anger and highly defensive when certain nerves are pressed. Doesn’t react well to flirting.

Class: College of Spirits Bard

Species: Dhampir/Satyr

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength: 8

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 13

Intelligence: 12

Wisdom: 11

Charisma: 19

**This character has the Dark Gift from the Ravenloft expansion called Gathering Whispers

You are haunted by spiritual beings, whether the souls of the departed or entities from another plane. Their voices endlessly whisper, taunt, or cajole, sometimes rising to unearthly howls. Only you can perceive the spirits, unless you allow them to speak through you. The spirits are intangible and invisible; anyone who can see invisible creatures sees only fleeting glimpses of these spirits as they haunt you.

Spirit Whispers. You learn the Message cantrip if you don’t already know it, and require no components to cast it. When you cast the spell, the messages are delivered by one of your whispering spirits rather than you or the target’s voice. Your spellcasting ability for this spell is Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma (your choice when you gain this Dark Gift).Sudden Cacophony. When you are hit by an attack roll, you can use your reaction to channel your haunting spirits, letting their voices howl through you. If the attacker isn’t deafened, add your proficiency bonus to your AC against that attack, potentially causing it to miss. Once this trait causes an attack to miss, you can’t use the trait again until you finish a long rest.Voices from Beyond. Immediately after you make an attack roll, an ability check, or a saving throw and roll a 1 on the d20, the haunting voices grow too loud to ignore. Roll on the Voices from Beyond table to determine the effect of these voices. Once one of these effects occurs, none of these haunting voices manifest again until you finish a short or long rest.

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This character will involve themes of child neglect, transphobia, sexual assault mentions, fantasy racism (toward dhampirs), references to mental illness in a derogatory manner (only mentioned due to backstory reasons)

The scorned child of a small forest village, their early years were plagued with heartache and emotional neglect. After disappearing into the woods under mysterious circumstances, only to return completely unharmed two weeks later… with claims of being able to speak with the dead the child was promptly outcasted by the rest of the village.

For the remainder of their youth, they were the subject of isolation, bullying and worse from local villagers young and old.

No matter how many times they pleaded with their mother for protection, help, advice, anything, all she would tell them is that ‘if they wanted it to stop then they just needed to shut up and act normal for once’.

During the years since their disappearance, they’d made no attempt to hide their newfound ‘gift’, finding the idea of being able to gain wisdom or even help those who have passed fascinating. The other villagers… clearly didn’t feel the same.

As time moved on Alasdair grew resentful of the villagers, as well as their mother. They began to cling onto their gift, doubling down and convincing themself that they’d been given this gift for a reason. They were chosen for a specific duty, to record and preserve the stories of the dead.

They left the village, and began a journey as a traveling poet, writing down the stories that spirits would tell them and turning them into poetry to share with the world.

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▍ ❝   RULE ONE. Crossover friendly; I prefer rping with fandoms i’m familiar with, but i’m open to those i’m not as well. You’ll just have to excuse me for any mistakes since I won’t be too familiar with your muse or their world.

▍ ❝   RULE TWO. Multiverse/Multiship; All relationships will take place in different verses.

▍ ❝   RULE THREE. Do not force ship; Do not try to force your muse on mine and do not get upset if I happen to say no to your ship. Not every ship is going to work, that’s just how it is.

▍ ❝   RULE FOUR. Mun is 25+; Due to the nature of this character, I will ONLY interact with those that are also 18+.

▍ ❝   RULE FIVE. No godmodding; I control my character, you control yours. Do not have your muse auto-hit mine, or narrate anything happening to my character without discussing it with me first. It’s really quite infuriating and can leading to a lot of things happening to my character that my character should have reasonably been able to get out of or would be generally ooc.

▍ ❝   RULE SIX. I am generally pretty quick with replies. I usually respond within 3 days, a week at most. If I take longer then that it means i’m probably busy with other blogs and haven’t checked in. Feel free to send in message if i’ve gone a week without replying and you see me still being active. I might have missed your reply or ask somehow.

▍ ❝   RULE SEVEN. Triggers; Due to the nature of Alasdair's backstory there will be prominent themes of Death, Ghosts, Violence, mentions of SA, PTSD, Mentions of Transphobia, Suicidal Ideology, and more.

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darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

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Something about Quil's unique situation had disarmed them, given them a sort of false sense of safety. He was undead, he wasn't like others. He was more like them. An undead outsider, with music as a passion and a very macabre view of the world.

They were now realizing how much of a fool they were for not even thinking for a moment that the violence they viewed so nonchalantly, could be so easily turned against them.

He's going to kill you. You'll be joining our ranks soon and who will tell your story?

A ghostly voice whispers in their ear, cold wispy hands touching their shoulder, a sinister little giggle escaping the spectral womans lips.

All the while Quils grip on them tightens, and as they try to jerk their arm away it only makes nails dig in further, blood beading up and dripping down their arm. Flashes of memories bleed into their mind, of things better left dead and buried six feet under.

They tried so hard to bite back the panic and terror that bubbled under their flesh, gritting their teeth and baring their fangs at him. "I will have that rotting brain of yours splattered all over the inside of your skull if you don't let me go right fucking now--" Their free hand reaches to grasp the skull that hangs from their belt loop, with the emeralds embedded in the eyes. The emeralds glow green in warning, then dims as the others grip loosens and Alasdair is promptly shoved away.

Immediately they create space, hooves clambering against the stone pathway in an uncharacteristically ungraceful manner, the dhampirs ears still laid back in distress.

He was truly going to act so casual after that? Red eyes analyze the other, to see if it was a trick. If they stepped close, what would he do?

Aww... I was hoping for more.

The same ghost from before would sigh, crossing her arms.

"Shut up!" They would snap, grabbing their rapier from it's sheath and fruitlessly swiping at the spirit, watching as it went right through her. With a mere giggle, she would vanish, just like that. To any outsider, however, it simply looks as though they're lashing out at nothing.

Without another word to Quil they walk to the nearest body that wasn't the one he'd just desecrated and started rummaging through their pockets.

The adrenaline of the kill coursed through him, taking over every rational thought. He’d always been this way—lost in the aftermath, crimson eyes darkening as the shadows inside him took hold. The other’s reaction only stoked the flames that danced in his veins, as if the rage itself were alive. This was why he was alone. Why he was meant to be alone. Because he still couldn’t control the wretched curse he’d traded for survival.

His life was a fragile balance, fueled by the lives he snuffed out, and gods, how intoxicating it was to feel another soul wither beneath his touch, their blood seeping into his pale, withered skin.

A wicked grin twisted his lips. He liked it when they resisted. Loved it, even, when there was a challenge.

“I’m not some dog you can toss a toy to and expect me to fetch,” he said, voice low and edged with dark amusement. “It’s gone. No more fun there. But you…” He leaned closer, almost sniffing the air between them. “You’re so full of life,” he murmured, his grin widening. “And blood.” His fingers tightened, nails biting into flesh as he met the other’s gaze, and in those eyes, he saw it—the familiar monster he had been fighting all his life.

He wrestled with himself, a war waged behind his eyes, but his grip remained firm, like he was afraid of losing this moment, this feeling. Finally, he managed to tear himself away, the red of his eyes softening, his hold loosening.

He saw his own reflection in those terrified eyes, a mirror of the first time he had lost control—when the curse had driven him to kill someone who still had a whole future ahead of them. The memory stung like an old wound.

He swallowed hard, pushing the other away, adjusting his shirt as if he hadn’t just almost killed them with his bare hands. “Sorry about that,” he said lightly, with a grin that was almost boyish, if not for the way his eyes glinted. “Got a bit carried away.” He laughed—a high, unsettled sound.

“So!” He clapped his hands together, as if shaking off the darkness like dust from his fingers. “Should we start looting?”

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//I'm punching the wall, Baby you're my ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

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//Okay but what if I--

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//I see talk of being tiny and I look to my 4'5" half-goblin on here--

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People always ask if your trauma changed you but I was young, I don’t know who I was before my trauma. I don’t know who I would’ve been without it and I never will know.

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@bloodtwin | Cont from Here

"Neither do I. It's awful." The dhampir grimaces, taking a big sip from their personal bottle of wine they'd stolen earlier in the party. "I feel like I'm just sitting here, waiting for the ball to drop. Waiting for music to stop, fun to be over and everyone to remember that I'm no selfless hero and then I'm back to being the cursed bitch witch with fangs." Another deep drink from the bottle.

"Regardless, I don't even see what's so heroic about slaughtering a bunch of goblins. We killed one group to potentially save another, no matter what we do there will always be another side that sees us as monsters." Especially given those they had killed were clearly being subjected to a form of mind control, even if they were goblins. "Hero and villain are just titles based on biased perspective."

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Alasdair, during the Free the Artist quest when the ghost ex shows up: So, we're letting her kill him right? Riiiiiiight???