#;bhaalswn ( alkas )

[oakthcrn]

friendship / ships tags. Will be updating as Lark makes more friends <;3 If interested in a platonic / romantic ship with Lark give this post a like and I will make up a tag.

X means romantic ship And means friendship

this is what i got so far:

@selunyte @nightmdic @aercnaut @inabsentiia @dalishflame @forgedinfernal @proofwhisky @shiilelagh @bhaalswn @korzion @valistheanshield @luposcainus

[seluniite-archived]

eira : alkas can do no wrong. never done anything wrong. never will do anything wrong. never - @bhaalswn : *literally kills isobel* eira : shit.......*prays for guidance*

[stxrmstained]

@bhaalswn ❝ i know you’re upset with me . ❞

"Upset?!"

Upset is a grave understatement. He's shaking, teeth bare, fists tight, tears in his eyes. His palms are bloodied where his nails dug in his own flesh, and his knuckles bruised. It feels like a miracle that Alkas' blood isn't coating them already. It is an extraordinary, unprecedented exercise of self-restraint, but seeing his face only makes his blood start boiling once again.

"You don't know what these people have gone through! You have no idea!" The tiefling barks. Does he? Does he know? "She deserved to live! She deserved to make it to Baldur's Gate, she deserved a new life, a long life!" His vision is getting blurry. He rubs his sleeve against his eyes to dry the tears, but they keep coming. "Fuck, Alkas!"

[stxrmstained-a]

❝ you make me feel ordinary , and that’s the only thing i’ve ever wanted . ❞

"Am I so weird myself?" He jokes with a nervous, tender smile. It's not hard to notice the way his tail swings side to side behind him, excitedly. Seira reaches for Alkas' face, and tentatively, delicately, caresses his cheek with his knuckles.

Gods, his heart is beating so hard he feels stupid. So hard he fears the half-elf could hear it. He retreats his hand, but cannot make his smile go away.

"I'm happy to hear that. And I would love to... try to keep making you feel that way, if you would let me."

[vilecelium]

send 💔 for a toxic ship between our muses send 💛 for our muses to be friends send 💖 for a sexual relationship between our muses that could turn romantic send 💘 for one muse to have a crush on the other muse ( i can't remember if i sent you one of these before-- dkfjdf but god there's so many options )

// I totally can see Xarzzas developing a fat crush on Alkas from the moment they catch him during the Alfira incident. It was gruesome and creative and they want to see more of it!

It'd be like having the world's most affectionate cat except they also encourage murder in a very emotionally manipulative way.

[inabsentiiarch]

⚠️for making me get out of bed and not cuddling me for another five minutes

send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny

"Are you sure it'd only be five minutes? because somehow, I doubt it. I think neither of us would do anything productive in the morning if I let you convince me."

[seluniite-archived]

@bhaalswn

"youve got no reason to be afraid" girl i have anxiety

[crimesoughtarchive]

making updated tags today so first are the relationship ones

Astarion ✕ Cassian ▸𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒? ‹ dxnse macabre ›

Aljari ✕ Cassian ▸𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠   ‹ Falsesighted ›

Rhae ✕ Cassian ▸ 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒  ‹ Bezanturian  ›

Raserei ✕ Cassian ▸ 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔  ‹ Ode-of-odr  ›

Melinoë ✕ Cassian ▸𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑  ‹ cimmeriana ›

Alkas ✕ Cassian ▸𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ‹ bhaalswn  ›

[rxverie-s]

smash or pass ( @ nevaris maybe? )

"...Smash. You are both attractive and interesting." This is said as though it were more fact than opinion, notably, and silver eyes meet Alkas' gaze evenly. "It would be a good way to get to know you more personally."

[oathtorn]

"If I wasn't a Bhaalspawn, I'd be family-oriented and happily want them without fearing of the consequences with my Father."

"I have always envisioned my future to involve taking the most capable mates, who could provide me with strong, healthy progeny, regardless of where I placed my true affections."

"But family is not always a matter of blood. In some cases it is a formality at best. In mine... I am no longer bound by tradition. My consort may not be drow, or even capable of producing offspring, but that will not stop us from building a splendid empire."

[oakthcrn]

🛀( casually walks in with a question on his mind for lark dfkdfdf, like: "uh, lark, how do i-- oh, shit, sorry" )

Put 🛀 in my ask for my muses reaction to yours walking in on mine in the bath.

accepting @bhaalswn

Lark had always kept to herself. While it was just a bit too chilly for her to bathe at the lake, she wouldn't forgo not bathing at all. She had acquired a sizeable wooden tub--well, Eden had gotten it and carried it to her tent the day before. She was thankful. Now, it sat in her tent full of steamy, hot water.

She even felt adventurous and poured some soothing oils and some flower petals. A nice soak before bed is just what she needed. It was her sanctuary at that moment, considering her ex-fiance was now making friends with her friends. It had made her more recluse than usual.

She had settled into the bath, and while it was small, it fit her perfectly. She reclined back and rested her head against the side of the bath as her eyes fluttered closed. A pleased hum escaped her lips as hot waters soothed her aching joints.

Just for a moment, she had let her guard down and relaxed. However, it would not last. Before she could react, she had an Alkas standing in her tent. Her eyes shot open and when she saw her friend there, she shrieked and stumbled out of the bath.

" Alkas! What are you doing!?" she exclaimed as she clumsily threw on her robe. She knelt down and hid her face in her hands. Her whole face, including her ears, was a bright pink.

" You should have announced yourself first! How embarrassing!"

[cavaris]

@bhaalswn said: “YOINK” with a strength roll of 17

Send “YOINK” to pick up my muse and run away with them.

It hasn't taken long for her brand-new robe to be stained with blood. However, Veraia cannot complain about the stains, for this blood isn't the splatter of a felled enemy, or even the consequence of her being in the way. It's her own blood. Her blood, with a dirty great javelin in the middle of it. Wonderful. So, not only is her new robe covered in her own blood, but it has a hole in it.

The battle is all but forgotten to Veraia, and she's on the floor instantly, mud joining the blood in the battle of the stains. She barely even acknowledges as her companions expertly take down their foes. The pain is too great.

Someone lifts her and she cries out. Any kind of resistance is futile, but she can't help but try. She pushes against what she thinks is an assailant until that jostles the javelin and hurts even more. It is only when they have succeeded in lifting her that she realises it's Alkas.

"I--" she manages to get words out amidst the pain. "I-- I just had this robe dyed!"

[stxrmstained]

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

A rough landing. Seira stumbles and falls to one knee, having left the front lines to Karlach for a moment to get himself healed. Cold magic mends his wounds and soothes the pain, and he is ready to go back into the fray, almost good as new if one ignores the dents on his armor and blood on his face.

He nearly fails to notice Alkas' presence, had they not taken his hand before he got the chance to take flight. "I'm fine," the tiefling promises, with an honest, but exhausted smile. He'll be a lot better when they are done with this. The half-elf gets on their tiptoes to steal a kiss, and Seira reciprocates enthusiastically, placing both of his hands on their waist.

He hears yelling and complaining that prompts him to end the kiss abruptly. But the taste lingers on his lips, and it is invigorating. "Save me some more of those for later, will you?"

[movedofunderdarks]

“stay with me”

Stay with me, comes the sleepy drawl. Tazengar can't help the little smile that tugs at him as he sits on the bedroll, fingers working on sorting his daggers in the belt. He turns his head to face Alkas, so he can see the half-elf. Face framed by white hair he's not yet tied up, the Drow reaches a hand out, taking Alkas' and squeezing gently. They're kind of cute like this. Makes it hard to want to go get the gold they're all owed from finishing a job.

" You know what-- fuck it. " Besides, sleeping through the day means the sun won't hurt his eye as much. He tangles their fingers together, setting down the belt and laying back down.

" I'll stay. "

[vilecelium]

👄+reverse maaaaaybe

There is so much blood, it makes his heart jump with glee. Has it always been like that? No, he doesn't think so. It is new, but not unwelcome — who would reject new ways to find joy? The drow is giddy with excitement, and moved to affection. Whatever that means to Xarzzas.

A kiss on the sorcerer's cheek, as he squeezes his face playfully in his hand. "You are so talented," he sighs. He can't tell why he says that, but he can tell it is an honest compliment, born from honest admiration. His thumb is wet with crimson when the drow slides it through Alkas' face, and over his lips, pressing lightly until he is allowed into the half-elf's mouth.

[inabsentiiarch]

❝  keep your eyes on me—  just focus on me.  we’re gonna be okay.  ❞ ( perhaps when alkas has to give lucan a reality check that his sister is very much dead )

He tries to fight what he deep inside knows to be the truth in an attempt to keep himself afloat. Even as it is presented to him, he pleads: 'You don't know that' 'She might be anywhere' 'please don't say that.' because hearing it, saying it outloud makes the loss all the more real. But eventually, the weight of it is too much to carry. The most rational part of his mind tells him that Alkas is right. That he needs to stop searching.

Lucan then feels it, the slight glimmer of hope going out in his chest. Leaving room to unbereable pain.

"But I--" he breathes, in a last attempt to keep his composure. His hands are shaking, "I promised..." he wraps his arms around himself, images of hmself and his sister flash past him. He remembers a smile, the whispered words... "We promised... promised each other that... that we'd both get out, that we'd find each other." his voice breaks, words leaving through a heartbroken sob he can't hold back. There's the thought then, the realization that he'll never see her again. That one memory, is the last one.

Breathing becomes more difficult, and at that moment, the usually level headed elf is fragile. More like a child in pain, unable to stop the tears. Unable to calm down.

Alkas' touch is a little disorienting. But not unwelcome. In fact, the elf leans into it rather easily. "She was... all I had left." the fighter sobs softly, tears streaming down his face. "I have no one else."