#CROOKEDREDEMPTION

[crookedredemption]

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝐤 𝖀𝖗𝖌𝖊

#𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍﹔ private ⅋ selective 20+ minors ⅋ personal blogs do not interact. executed by 𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚒. ⁽  they/them ,   24  ⁾

[avernusfuries]

@crookedredemption asked: "i wouldn't mind getting second degree burns from you."

Karlach let out a small huff of laughter, jaw jutting almost playfully. "Careful, soldier, when the time comes I may hold you to that."

[bloodsalted]

@crookedredemption || meme catch up! || working through it bit by bit!

"So look, uh, I'm not a grief counselor, but if it's any consolation, I have had to kill and bury loved ones before. A bunch of times, actually."

"that counseling shit's for the birds anyway.. but if you're going to sit here and try to give it? at least join me for a drink." doesn't take him more than a bit of eye contact with the bartender before she slides another shot glass over. the shitty bar in the middle of nowhere just sat the bottle on the bar when he kept ordering more. town's like this? don't pay much mind to how drunk their patrons are getting. long as there's money going in the til. stolen credit card money. but it's money. yeah?

"not a single problem gets completely solved by talking about feelings," and his breath smells like the bottom of that bottle he's working on. he pours two. one for her. one for him. jawline dusted with way more than a five o'clock shadow is scratched before he plucks up the glass and toasts her. "you can call bullshit but we both know that'd be bullshit.."

[recitedemise]

@crookedredemption asked: "i am not sure i can be what you want me to be." / Royal, Fantasy Romance, and Spice: still accepting.

Gale looks to her. In the dark of the night, her words carry like a storm. They crackle and roar, trembling in the shadows like some bogey man's coo, but it's little for the volume or some fear's foul inklings... But rather, he deduces, for her dark and doom. He eyes her in study, no frown pulled soft at the purse of her mouth. She had said it like a whisper, like he's hardly even there, and he imagines what eats her is caught eating her insides. She looks reluctant to slumber--and so, too, does he.

Both are reckonings. Both bring death. Gale, with a conjured flame, lights these Shadowed lands.

"Oh, I'm sure we've all had enough of hearing about Gale of Waterdeep," he jests, tone low and teasing, watching the fire glow soft along her jaw. "As it were, admittedly, I fail to see how it is my opinion matters. Regardless of circumstances, what stands is that you and I are both here. Unmoored, perhaps, and with hardly a compass to guide our feet, but we've no longer leash or lead to go mindlessly following. All those roads stretched before us are ours to take."

How sweet. And sick. Casting, the ember Gale stokes feels to give chase to their unsaid worries. It feels figurative somehow, as though he alone can smother the shadows of their fate. Had only he'd such power to go and do so... Eying her, Sylmae's profile gleams both marble-sharp and fine.

"No one should soon rob you of them, me or otherwise. If you don't mind my saying so, I believe we should be far more interested in what you would like to be."

[alphateamsfinest]

"oh my god, you act like you haven't seen somebody kill right in front of you before." 🙄🙄

Friends, combatants, and those asking her for help, all have been executed while she was within arms reach. When someone's reaching for her, asking for help and to be stricken down-

Most people don't have the guts to be so unbothered about killing and it sets off all of the alarm bells. This woman isn't someone to be trusted and the sooner Jill gets any weapons off of her, the better. It's not often that Jill genuinely hated someone from the moment they opened their mouth, but it seems that the other had a unique talent.

"Your nonchalance about death makes you sound pathetic. If this is all you have to say, keep it to yourself."

[zalimbane]

@crookedredemption : "i dream of gods and monsters . . . and of the man who knew i was both." ( 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 )

𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕀𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕋𝕐 . something they both had in each other . this understanding and RESPECT like no other 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 . unspoken oaths and unsigned contracts . a trust and exploration in each other . secrets half privy enough to 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅 each other . and a reliance on one another so dependant on their AMBITION .

❝ oh yes i know you , ive studied you . just as you studied me . we may be 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜 of gods , but we are not MONSTERS , we are prophets and we will be worshipped too . ❞

[spiderwarden]

the slayer approached minthara late at night. it's talons dug into the ground as it lowered it's large head towards the paladin. a low vibration rumbled underneath it's red scales, a non-verbal request for minthara to put her hand upon it's skull.

Exquisite. The air always grew heavy when Sylmae's true form takes over. A fearful reverence settles over the entire camp as dread intertwines with every companion from end to the other. Well, most. Minthara did not fear the slayer, no, her culture had always found admiration within them; duk-tak... slayer.

The Drow steps forward while the beast lowers her head, a red gaze lit with fascination and adoration as she closes the distance between them. Free of armor she is free to slip between those two horns as the it clicks and rumbles near her face. Her chest swelling with pride and affection as she presses a hand along the front of it's skull and rubs her palm along the space there. Her other hand dragging along the hard shell of horn above her eyes. "Oh how exquisite you are ..." And she scritches her fingernails down the front of her face and then dips her head to press a kiss right between the eyes. Brushes her lips there and then pecks her kiss on her one more, again and again ...

"My slayer."

@crookedredemption

[maimedaffair]

@crookedredemption ↳   LILITH &* SYLMAE

❛ you're back quite late. ❜ a sausage is currently being roasted over the open fire. everyone else is asleep , but she's waited on her. wide lavender eyes flicker away from the flames , focusing on the other. ❛ oh. ❜ brows raise as she examines the blood splatter. ❛ ━━━━ ARE YOU HURT ? ❜ a frown pulls her lips down as she stands , concern the only discernible thought flickering across her expression.

[facesblind]

@crookedredemption

"i want to know you."

          𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸  𝗼𝗳  𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺  &&.  𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲  𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀  𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀  𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 - 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗱  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵  ;  most  persons  would  be  taken  aback  by  the  nothingness  of  the  woman's  countenance  and  her  gaze  deprived  of  any  emotions     ⸻     thus,  understanding  what's  inside  her  head  is  a  task  one's  destined  to  fail.

          on  top  of  being  forced  to  be  here,  in  a  plane  unknown,  there's  also  the  problem  of  the  tadpole.  fortunately,  it  doesn't  affect  any  of  fate's  abilities  ;  unfortunately  though,  it's  impossible  to  predict  what  would  occur  upon  returning  to  the  homeworld  of  hers in her current state.

          the  decision  of  sticking  to  others  infected  is  one  fate  regrets  perpetually,  albeit  there  wasn't  any  other  &&.  better  choices  to  be  made.  smarter  to  hang  with  those  who  are  in  a  similar  situation  and  also  look  for  a  solution.

          it's  gale  who  annoys  her  most  ;  she  considers  astarion's  behaviour  entertaining.  shadowheart's  pouts  would  earn  a  roll  of  her  eyes  at  best  (if  she  cared  to  fabricate  it),  but  sylmae?  a  mystery  for  whom  fate  paid  no  mind  —  up  until  she  was  spoken  to  directly.

          ❝  there's  nothing  interesting  about  me,  ❞  fate  says  plainly  ;  a  polite  way  of  responding  with  no,  you  don't.  a  year  or  so  ago,  she  would  be  walking  through  faerûn  in  sneakers  &&.  a  graphic  tee.  now,  however,  she  blends  in  —  with  black  robes  &&.  a  staff  on  her  back,  she  looks  like  any  other  magus.  ❝  don't  you  bother  your  pretty  little  head  with  me.  ❞

[bloodsalted]

@crookedredemption || send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. || accepting!

arms that feel too heavy rest at dean's sides. head back against the tree that's supporting him upright. he's come out the winner. from a fight that didn't do him any favors in the unscathed department. blood trickles down the side of his temple from a cut running along his eyebrow. he can smell the crimson-rust that gathers and beads along his right nostril. his lip? busted open and throbbing. the rest of his body aches. bruises that spawn bruises litter his torso and arms. feels like he's been to hell and back. only not quite. he knows what that's like. maybe a close ALMOST.

tired green eyes meet hers as she draws near. a cloth held delicately in her hand gets pressed to the worst spot on his brow. "you didn't make that easy. when i said to stay back?" he grumbles--voice like whiskey poured over gravel. strained from shouting.

oh that feels so good, though. the blood comes off and stains the cloth brown and red. it's gonna take some time, but he'll heal up. the most important thing is--they lived. thanks to the blade he's gripping so tight in his hand (even still) that his knuckles are pale white. trembling. until he notices and goes about tucking it away. into a dirty coat and the sheath that's waiting for it inside. his fingers ache and refuse to unbend from the gripping position they were frozen in.

dean's gotta use his left hand to rub them loose as his eyes meet hers. "i meant it..."

[voicestm]

"keep those fangs away. i'm afraid you won't like what you taste."

"I'll have you know.. My fangs and I had no plans of making any advance towards you."

The vampire huffs out, arms lifting to cross over his chest. He doesn't even know where such an outburst came from. It wasn't as if he was even looking. He had been minding his own business. And he still was. "And who's to say where my tastes lie."

[zalimbane]

"they're a 10 but . . . they didn't look for me when orin pierced my skull...."

ℍ𝔼'𝕊 𝔸 𝕋𝔼ℕ , 𝔹𝕌𝕋 ...

❝ Our OATH was to stay out of each other's business . ❞

[spiderwarden]

"this is boring. can't we just kill them and call it a day?"

The comment inspires an amused chortle in the Drow. A shift of her eye between Sylmae and the very long dialogue that they were listening to. Minthara could see the impatience wrought in her form, what with folded arms and weight shifting from one foot to the other. Really, it was a sight to behold. And so her answer was simple and excited.

" AhA! Yes!" Arms outstretch to welcome the prospect, "Let us paint the ground with their entrails!"

@crookedredemption said lets murder.

[maimedaffair]

@crookedredemption ↳   ❛ if i didn't know any better , i'd say you were jealous. ❜  ▐ SYLMAE &* ORIN

❛ 𝐉 𝐄 𝐀 𝐋 𝐎 𝐔 𝐒 ? oh , my darling , i am full of rage. rage that you hold no regard for our craft. rage that you were chosen when murder means so very little to you. rage that you could annihilate everyone who has ever been a flicker of life in this realm &* every other world , &* yet you play friends with those ------- ❜ a sneer is earned as her mind flickers to ketheric &* gortash. wastes of time ; of space.

❛ the call is getting louder , sylmae. i know you can hear him. feel him in your veins. i trust in our father , which means i trust in his choice of you. ❜ her jaw tightens just a bit , but she rolls out her shoulders. ❛ you are going to do great things in father's name . . . or i will gladly do his bidding &* send you to a beautiful , bloody grave. ❜ piece by piece. she'd scrape every last bit of her from her dagger &* bathe in the blood spilled. THE MOMENT COULD NOT COME SOON ENOUGH.

[facesblind]

♥      𝒈𝒆𝒕  𝒕𝒐  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒎𝒆  𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓  !!

alias / name:  i  go  by  softie  (from  soft  puppy)  here,  but  my  name's  marinette  (&&.  i  use  mari  a  lot)

birthday:  october  27th

zodiac  sign:  scorpio

height:  5' 3"

hobbies:  playing  video  games,  reading,  writing,  dogs,  dnd,  idk  i'm  boring  D:

favorite  color:  baby / pastel  pink,  baby / pastel  blue,  grey,  black  &&.  anything  desaturated!

current  book:  cyberpunk  -  no  coincidence  by  rafał  kosik  &&.  tithe  by  holly  black

last  song:  poison  from  hazbin  hotel  don't  come  @  me  this  song  SLAPS

last  film / show:  as  of  late,  i  watch  a  lot  of  dr.  house  with  my  boyfriend!!  also  i'm  watching  tokyo  mew  mew  new  as  inspiration  for  writing  ichigo  on  my  multi  :3

inspiration:  anything!!  i  like  to  create  stories  in  my  head  &&.  not  being  myself,  so  that's  mostly  it.  i  like  to  look  at  pretty  things  &&.  listen  to  pretty  things  and  create  scenarios  based  on  that.  AND  ALSO!!  my  writing  partners  are  such  a  huge  inspiration??

behind  url: changed  a  few days ago  from  prosopagn0sis  (which  is  just  face  blindness  with  a  zero  instead  of  an  o)  to  facesblind...  which  is  a  variation  of  face  blindness;  said  disability  affects  my  character  so  much  it  just  had  to  be  the  url.

fun  fact  about  me: i  am  nonbinary  but  i'm  also  so  girlypop.  any  game  i  play  i  have  to  play  pretty  girls  in  pretty  (usually  pink)  outfits  with  pretty  pink  weapons;  there  has  to  be  glitter  and  sparkles  and  all!!  all  my  setup  is  pink  with  rainbow  lights.  cute  dresses  are  a  way  to  go.  and  i  love  having  ribbons  in  my  hair.  i'm  learning  new  hairstyles  to  have  something...  idk  cool  at  work  that  doesn't  allow  make  up  or  piercings.  oh  and  i  have  like,  nineteen  piercings?  and  my  freckles  are  tattooed  &&.  there  are  three  hearts  hidden  inbetween  them!!

tagged  by:  @crookedredemption  (thank  you  baby!!  :3) tagging:  @buriedabove,  @phasmasum,  @siabann, @sp1ed, @pantichrist (hello!! &&. nice to meet you!), @rotcalypse (i have no idea how did sonic fandom found me, but hi!!!), @brutalmasks, @caracarnn, @the1ongcon, @oftoska  &&.  anyone  who  would  like  to  do  that  (tag  me!!!)

[bloodsalted]

give these people some love! and here have mine!

// man i have so many awesome people on my dash on the daily. like. i can't believe how awesome it is to have the friendships i've made since i wandered back to the supernatural fandom and attempted this dork. today all the comments in the tags as people reblogged that promo legit choked me up more than once and just brightened my day! plus the words of encouragement i get from so many of you and the amazing writing and partnerships and the love?? is EVERYTHING! so here! have some people who deserve the world and make mine better for being part of it!

i'm gonna do these more often. cause y'all deserve the bestest. and hello new people! my weekends can get kinda wonky but i' hope we can do stuff and get to know each other! hi! again!

@qapsiel , @murderdeals , @singersalvaged , @snnynatural , @hostiae , @ghstfacr (and so many other bloggos!) , @imundus , @fireheld , @awkwardcourage , @misfitpuzzlepieces (and their lil spiderweb of blogs!), @sookiestackhcuse , @sheldoney , @huntrcsss , @loyaltyfallen , @loyaltyguided , @loyaltylanced , @legacywritten , @crookedredemption , @lcstinfantasy , && so so fraeking many more. i could go on forever. but i'll save some for later. just thanks for being so supportive and letting me be lucky enough to be in the same orbit as ya. xoxo