#&&. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT US WHERE WE WERE TWO HALVES OF A WORM … ！𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬。(accultant)

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what the fuck ... who let these freaks in here

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DARLINGTON LIFE & DEATH ADVENTURES. 1 / ？hope y'all don't mind me posting screenshots from my bhaaltwins save file in the sims. i've been having a lot of fun with the new pack. if you do mind, feel free to mute the tag i added about it hehe. :3

iago put spending a day in windenburg on their bucket list, so they dragged puck along with them & proceeded to crush him at dont wake the llama. very cute sibling fun.

feat. @accultant , of course :)

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... & A LITTLE BIT OF PIXIE GUTS ?? a short fic ( ~750 words ) exploring puck & his twin iago's dynamic as kids. puck shows iago a cool bug he found. yes, definitely a bug. nothing else. no one else. cw: pixie gore, death; implied animal abuse mention

Iago would not say they were alarmed when Puck disappeared from their side. They only felt something vaguely like pity for whatever it was that caught their twin’s eye. It could have been anything; they’d seen him get distracted by trinkets and toys on merchants’ tables, but they’d also seen him stop to pick fights and poke at roadkill—or something soon-to-be roadkill. For the most part, Iago had long since given up trying to wrangle him and let him do as he pleased. They slowed their pace to give him time to catch up and hoped that, at the very least, he wasn’t playing with something that could give him (and inevitably Iago) diseases.

When he returned, Puck held what Iago could only assume was another one of his insect victims. Its wings were smashed and barely twitching between his fingers, caught in the unrelenting embrace of his fist. Iago would have made a face if not for the sheer wonder in their brother’s eyes. It was not unusual for him to show them bugs he’d killed, but this one was different. There was fervor to his excitement. 

“Look what I caught!” he said breathlessly, unbothered by the bright purple stains of its guts on his flesh. “It was following us all day long.” 

Iago squinted at the strange shade of blood the creature had but didn’t have time to wonder about it before Puck opened his hand, revealing what he’d found. Iago had braced for the carcass of a butterfly or a beetle. Instead there was something—someone—else. There, flattened against Puck’s palm, was a not-quite dead pixie. Its limbs bent far enough that Iago suspected he had toyed with his prey before showing it off. Looking closer, Iago saw that half of one of its wings had been torn off. 

He bit it, they thought, noting the shape of the cut. But that didn’t answer a new question Iago had. Pixies were elusive creatures. They lived in the depths of forests, not in the lower city of Baldur’s Gate. How did it get here? When did it get here? Iago hadn’t noticed it following them. 

Puck bounced on the balls of his feet, shoving the pixie closer to them. He wanted to know what they thought. He always did. Always had such wide, eager eyes about it. No one else knew just how brightly his yellow eyes shone; anyone who attempted eye contact with him quickly looked away, rubbing the sides of their heads like it hurt. Once, a shopkeeper passed out when Puck approached the counter. Even their own parents couldn’t look at him directly. But Iago always could, so they tried to do it often. 

Upon seeing Puck’s glee, Iago did their best to absorb all the wonder in his eyes and memorize it before looking back down at the dying pixie. They tried to see it the way he did. It was a toy, a bloodied piece of art, an experiment, something. 

But all they could see was a mass of gore, and it made their skin crawl. Not because it disturbed them but because they felt like they’d failed something somehow.

“Gross,” was all they could think to say. 

Puck faltered. His eyes dimmed. “Oh.” 

He fidgeted with the pixie’s wings for a moment. Then his ear twitched, and he tossed the pixie into the middle of the street just in time for it to get trampled by a horse-drawn carriage. Puck had turned back to Iago before impact, as if he had already forgotten about it entirely.

“Can we go home?” he asked. “I’m hungry.” 

Iago stared at him without blinking. “Do you know what you were just holding?”

A pause. Puck struggled to remember. Then: “It was some kind of moth.”

The confidence with which he said it made Iago hesitate. They looked to where the pixie got hit by the carriage, but there was nothing left in the aftermath. Their face scrunched up in annoyance. 

“You shouldn’t toss things into the street,” they said, feeling an obligation to scold him, but their tone was more thoughtful than reproachful. “You could cause an accident like that. The horses might get startled, or the carriages could swerve and hurt someone. Maybe even kill them.” 

Puck’s ear twitched again. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” 

He looked guilty, and Iago knew he meant what he said, but there was a glint in his eye that wasn’t there before. Like Iago had told him a secret. Neither of them knew what that secret was.

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puck mental health update:

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@accultant ⸻ continued from here :

I don’t deserve to be coddled, they bite their tongue against answering, curling into a smaller ball where they sit with their shoulder pressed against Puck’s, their knees to their chest. It isn’t fair that he has to comfort them when they were the one who lied. They made the choice to hide it all from him, manipulate him. All in a futile, foolish attempt to erase their past, and themselves along with it. It was always their fault.  “I failed you in so many ways, Puck,” they respond quietly, looking at their hands as they worry and pick at the same hole in their cloak that they mended just the night before. It’s hard to talk so openly and honestly for a number of reasons. One of them being that Puck and Iago, as close as they’ve always been, as important as they are to each other, stopped talking a long time ago. Even before the Bhaal temple, so much was left unspoken and so much was never truly addressed. They were stuck with a horrible, rotten life and only had one person in the world to turn to - and they often failed to do even that, mistaking codependency and obsession for support.  Now, they’re finally trying. Iago insists upon it, as difficult as it is. They have to be better.   “I was not a good sibling,” they continue, stating it like a fact. It is a fact, in Iago’s eyes. Puck won’t ever be able to remember all the ways they let him down. He won’t remember playing lanceboard or wearing matching bows as kids, either.  A hole rips beneath their shaking fingers and they start to wind a thread around their pinkie.  “I shouldn’t have lied. I know that’s no way to fix that, but…” they have to add before they go on, their thoughts choppy and disjointed as they chip at the truth. They’ll never be able to apologize enough for what they did to him, but it must be said anyway.  “But I was scared that you wouldn’t want me as I was,” their voice has devolved into a mumble, losing steam quickly as the lump in their throat grows. “I thought that I would be better left forgotten. Sometimes I still do. Maybe if you remembered what I was like -” they’re already shaking their head as they interrupt themselves. “No. You wouldn’t agree, you’ve always been patient with me. Kind. But the truth is, you deserve a better sibling than what I was for you.” That shouldn't have been your choice to make, Iago.

HE LISTENS. Absorbs their words. Gathers his thoughts. Then he sucks in a breath, begins:  ❝ You’re right. ❞ 

        He hopes his tone doesn’t come across as harsh. He doesn’t mean it that way, though he would not be surprised if a hint of bitterness wormed its way in. He will forgive Iago in time; there is no questioning that, of course he will, but he is still angry for now. Still heartbroken.

Voice as steady as he can muster, he continues, ❝ You shouldn’t have lied. I won't scold you for it again; you already know how I feel about your little long con. It hurt me in ways I will never be able to forget. ❞ Pause. Hm. Well 。。。

❝ Barring the admittedly higher than average chance that I get another lobotomy, of course, ❞ he clarifies before cringing at the fact that such a thing even needs clarifying, ❝ I will never forget that pain. Though, truthfully, I wouldn't want to forget it. Because it was you, & I love all of you, even the parts that hurt me. ❞

❝ But yes, what you did was not what a good sibling would have done, I agree. ❞

        Puck shifts to face them more directly. His hands reach forward to gently pry the thread from their pinkie. No need to suffocate the poor thing ‘til it turns purple simply because they want to punish themselves. Or maybe they just can't help fidgeting despite the potential harm. Puck understands both instincts & wishes neither on them. 

❝ Now, this is the part where I could go on & say that I’m not a good sibling, either. That would be true, too. I may not remember anything, but I know I wasn’t exactly a saint. I’m sure that extends to how I treated you; I doubt I was always patient. Definitely not always kind, that just sounds insane. I can't imagine the leader of a murder cult being benevolent. ❞ 

        He’s hunched over now, head tilting upwards to look at them like that of a curious dog. His fingers slip between theirs, thumb brushing the back of their hand. Eyebrows raise with an absentminded hum. ❝ In a way, we’re already a bit even with each other, no ？But that isn’t really the point of what I said. ❞

His hand retracts to cup his own chin, elbows resting on his knees. Puck looks out at the ocean, and there is a long pause as he watches the sun dip beneath the waves. One of his feet idly kicks at the large rock they sit on. 

        ❝ I didn’t claim you were too good to be forgotten. I said you didn’t deserve it. ❞ Eyes flick back to his twin. ( Gods, his twin 。His twin, his twin, he has a twin 。That’s why he always felt like something was missing. Like half of him had been stolen away. It was never his memories. It was Iago. All this time, it was them. Of course it was them. ) 

❝ No one deserves to be forgotten by their own brother, Iago. No matter what they’ve done. I don’t care that we treated each other like shit. Of course we did. I’d bear the weight of knowing all my sins tenfold if it meant I could remember you, too. It isn’t fair that you have to carry those memories alone. ❞ 

        Dark eyebrows furrow. He knows it isn’t that simple. That he would surely buckle under the pain of all he’d done. But at least he’d have someone to lean on, then. He’s glad to be able to lean on them now, so he does. His head finds a comfortable home in the crook of Iago’s neck.

❝ You told me we were sweet once. The other day. I responded with something rather bitter because I could not control my anger at the time. I believe you, though. That we were, I mean. But even if that weren’t true, I am still sorry that I cannot remember it. That I cannot remember you. ❞

        He swallows roughly, trying & failing ⸻ always failing ⸻ to hold back the tears that sting his eyes. Despite that, he lifts his head to look at Iago, his sibling, his twin, directly because they are the only one with whom he can. Delicately, he takes their face between his hands.

❝ Worst of all, I am sorry that I cannot apologize for all I've done to you. You did not deserve that, either. ❞ Firmly, he adds, ❝ Even if you hurt me, too. It is not fair that you have to carry both of our sins on your own. You must understand that you deserve so much more than that. Tell me that you do. ❞

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 。

           ⸻ familial & platonic.                   not an exhaustive list. will add more. :o)

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 。

&&. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT US WHERE WE WERE TWO HALVES OF A WORM … ！𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬。(accultant) // @accultant

&&. IT’S TIME I HAD A GO AT THE GUILLOTINE ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢。(sleetkissed) // @sleetkissed

&&. YOU ARE SO A LITTLE BITCH ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐧。(murderreign) // @murderreign

&&. NOT ONLY MONSTERS BUT PEOPLE TOO … ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐚。(faebhaal)  // @faebhaal

&&. I TOTALLY CLEAN THE DISHES … ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 & 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢。(slaycults) // @slaycults

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 。

&&. YOU ARE LOVE PERSONIFIED ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭。(lovepvnch) // @lovepvnch

&&. SWORD SLASH TO THE CHEST ＆ YOU’RE ON FIRE ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐤。(bluebardofhappiness) // @bluebardofhappiness

&&. BABSI’S REPLY GUYS … ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧。(estarion) // @estarion

&&. CHRONIC MAYBE LATER DANCE ！𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐤 ＆ 𝐰𝐲𝐥𝐥。

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this is a really good tag. i want it on my blog

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✏️ brudder :3

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses ！// @accultant

Iago: See, the problem is, Puck, you’re playing 3D chess. I’m playing 4D.  Puck: I’m playing checkers. I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing.

Iago: I am an expert at identifying birds.  Puck: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?  Iago: Yeah, they're all birds.

Iago: Look Puck, I'm not slut shaming you but...  Iago: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Iago: I have a problem.  Puck: Kill it.  Iago: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Iago: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?  Iago: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Puck.

Puck: Iago, what do you call people you go out with but don’t try to sleep with?  Iago: ...People?

Iago: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar?  Puck: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Puck: Do you have a superpower?  Iago: Yep! It’s hindsight.  Puck: …that’s not going to help us.  Iago: Yes, I see that now.

Iago: Puck, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?  Puck: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

Iago: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes.  Puck, stirring their coffee: I prefer it with salt.

Iago: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might.  Puck: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

Iago: Puck gets offended by everything.  Puck: What did you say about me?!?  Iago:  Iago: Case in point.

Iago, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.  Puck: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

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DARLINGTON LIFE & DEATH ADVENTURES. 3 / ？this is literally just an iago facial expressions appreciation post because i am obsessed with every single face they pull in this video game @accultant

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@accultant ⸻ send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep lay by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you (on the forehead). ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).