#caniteblood

[demonwebs]

❝ ... well ? are you just going to stand there eyeing me suspiciously all night ? come now , ❞ the drow leans closer , if only a touch , batting those cinnamon lashes at her coquettishly at her as his honed gaze twinkles with a treacherous kind of docility . it seems as though he wants adulation . ❝ ... don't i deserve a pat on the head at least ? ❞

@caniteblood liked for a starter .

[lordliing]

caniteblood: 📏 5ft 2 powerhouse

picks up @caniteblood--

[avernusfuries]

Truth be told, Karlach was exhausted. Not in the way that her body craved the reprieve of rest, but in a way where the gnaw of anxiety in the pit of her stomach warred with the ever-present and ever-growing hope. She'd seen a lot of shit, most of it she would never speak of out loud - she had done what she had to to survive, even if that meant she'd tarnished her axe with the blood of those that hadn't really deserved it. Being Zariel's champion had come with a few perks - she could move somewhat freely through certain parts of Avernus with few daring to bother her, but it had largely ended at that.

Getting home, it was more than she could have ever hoped for. This, she knew, was her second chance. A small stretch of time where she would, inevitably, die on her own terms. Not some face amongst the thousands that fell daily in the hells. But here, surrounded by people she trusted and who would remember her name long after her face had faded from memory.

"The engine?" She parroted back, and bounced from one foot to the other. "Not so much anymore, hurt like a motherfucker when they installed it, though." Worst pain she'd felt to date, and she'd taken a lot of hits since then. "Sometimes when it goes into overdrive, it twinges a little. Nothing quite like getting it put in, mind you."

starter for @infernaliscor

sat tending to the scottish longsword she awoke with , its cold touch of 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 steel , with bloodied colour . it was so far beyond disheveled after a day of 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑯 ; flecks of blood shaving off its rim as dirge continued to clean it . wash away the blood , wash away the sin . careful eyes tried to not look up from her 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 , but wandered ever so slightly across camp . the fellow tiefling caught her eye , her tent erected in plain sight across from the usual haunt .

the inquisitive thoughts 𝚆𝙾𝙽 .

❝ does it 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ? the engine ? you dinnae look in pain when out there . Does it exhaust you ? you nae seem tired . ❞

[bladesalvation]

I can't control myself because I don't know how And they love me for it, honestly, I'll be here for a while

So give them BLOOD, BLOOD, gallons of the stuff Give them all that they can drink, and it will never be ENOUGH So give them blood, blood, BLOOD Grab a glass because there's going to be a FLOOD!

Independent Multimuse featuring Tavs from Baldur's Gate 3. Primary set to NIHIL ROT, the Dark Urge. Arranged by ULTRA. Please read Rules prior to interacting. 18+ themes present.

Rules and Dossiers - Prompts tag - character pics tag

Travelling with: @warwaited, @hellscaress, @zalimbane/@caniteblood/@druidicbard, @loyalborn

Other saves: @lordliing

Character Roster & Activity:

Primary/Default: Nihil Rot

Secondary: Zaire Witchwood, Lae'zel

Tertiary: Raewyn, Flynn (possible secondary)

Currently on request only: Malachai, Adora, Orin The Red (possible secondary)

[lordliing]

caniteblood: there, on his desk lay a package wrapped in plain paper, neatly and clean, a thick smell of sulfur and winter eminated from the package. a letter placed atop: stinking of cinnamon and red berries covering that metalic smell of blood, her favourite red ink.

please see the enclosed book on the anatomy of illithids and gith . its an interesting read. do not ask where it came from; ignore the fact that it is written in infernal and has that oh-so-familiar fragrace . get 'the work' to air it.

B.

The gift from @caniteblood and the overpowering and familiar scent of the Hells fighting the scent of paper, ink and metalwork permeating Gortash's workspace caught his eye with ease. The tyrant exchanged the missive from General Thorm in his hands for the perfumed letter, disregarding the package that overwhelmed his senses.

An infernal-written book on illithids and the gith. How very interesting, and once it was translated, invaluable to their plan. A weak pull at the corner of his lips bared a half-smile as he gingerly put the envelope back together and stashed it away in a drawer of his desk , full of similarly-scented letters. He reached to touch the wrapped book but paused with the words in mind; the work should air it out. His jaw set at the idea of even one of his own followers touching the gift, but Gortash relented and summoned one of his underlings, picking up the book and plopping it into their hands. "Open it and air it out, then return it to me. I'll translate this one myself."

The Banite bowed their head and took off with it, leaving Gortash to his now significantly less cluttered desk. Dark eyes drifted to the missive from Ketheric he had been reading with a newfound hesitation; the book coming back to the forefront of his mind and the secrets it may hold. He could not think of much else, but begrudgingly sat after a moment; he would have to show some patience while it was dealt with. For now, he pulled out his inkpot and quill with the intention of writing a letter of his gratitude to his true ally.

[leashedevil]

caniteblood -> leashedevil

[leashedevil]

#leashedevil ( prev. caniteblood ) ; 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇                                  indie  . selective . mutual only . 𝑫𝑵𝑫 / 𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐎𝐂 . written for larians’s ＢＡＬＤＵＲＳ ＧＡＴＥ . 𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚃𝙾 @𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 .

⌈ * 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 . ⌋ ⌈ * 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 . ⌋

𝐞𝐬𝐭 . 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒     .  𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗒

[lordliing]

I think I will hang your corpse in the Wide-- the Arch-Duke's would-be assassin. The people will celebrate your fall, and my part in it. Your bones will be a souvenir of what could've been.

Independently written Lord Enver Gortash of Baldur's Gate 3. Headcanon-heavy, mature themes present. Activity may be sporadic. PERSONALS DNI. If you are a personal that wants me to take something down, please feel free to send an ask!

Travelling with: @hellscaress. @warwaited, @caniteblood/@druidicbard/@zalimbane, @loyalborn

Other saves: @bladesalvation, @amngtears

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Rules for interacting are below

I am ULTRA, also go by Ren or Spectre. 28/Canadian/Any pronouns/WFH with busy days and slow days.

I by no means support anything Gortash has done and will under no circumstances defend his actions. I am willing and happy to discuss his character but if you come in with some kind of pro-sl*very/terrorism/ whatever awful thing he has done I will block you and move along. 2. Don't expect Gortash to apologize for being a bad person, it's not going to happen. 3. I love Tav, I love Durge, I love the idea of interacting with the companions, I just ask that you do not take responses personally-- I am trying to keep the character as best as I can and that may mean Gortash isn't nice. 4. I am not afraid of the block button and will not blame you if you block me, nor come looking for answers. I understand I am playing a controversial character not everyone is comfortable with. 5. I don't know everything in the lore since D&D is a cavern in of itself, please be patient if I get something wrong, I am doing all I can and there is so much to retain! My threads have no time limit, if time limits are a thing for you, I don't think I am the right fit as a writing partner. 6. I am adding this as I am seeing a lot of these AU requests popping up: I will not take part in an AU that contains kink and/or fetish material-- dumbcon/noncon, degradation, power imbalances, etc. 7. I ask that replies to rp threads be coherent and spell-checked-- I will absolutely forgive disabilities, ESL or technical difficulties that affect your wording and sentence structure, I totally understand mistakes, but if you want me to answer I have to understand the writing and will not take kindly to people being defensive if I ask them for help understanding. 8. I ship solely based on chemistry -- MEANING, I will not jump into a pre-determined romantic or sexual relationship and opt out until we have been writing and talking ic and ooc for awhile. That being said, I am not a safe space for shippers of Gortash and Orin, Karlach or Raphael. This does extend to memes. 9. Karlach writers are allowed to come kick Gortash's ass within reason-- I want to be let in on any messages or plans. 10. You are always welcome to come and ask me to tag triggers if I do not have them tagged-- if there is an obvious trigger I do not have tagged within 1-5 minutes of posting, you can ask and I will oblige!!

11. Please note if you sent me an ask starter and I do not respond right away, I do see it, I am just at capacity for how many threads I can give attention. I will try and get to you as soon as I clean up some! 12. Just be cool.

[demonwebs]

a contemplative hum unspools on his dulcet tongue . he does like treats . the way vhaalkrin outstretches himself seems to purposefully keep him at a lower angle than the she-devil , peering at her longingly through the gossamer veil of his lashes , inching closer , and closer , his chin cheekily cushioned between pale knuckles .

❝ --- you really think my neck is perfect ? ❞ which seems to be his one and only concern .

         ❝  --—  and  a  treat  .  ❞  (  she  did  not  smile  ,  but  her  voice  lulled  ,  low  and  sultry  ,  but  still  the  sarcasm  continued  .  )   ❝  how  about  a  new  necklace  ?  scratch  doesnt  need  his  dog  collar  anymore  .  ❞

       if  he  were  to  find  himself  within  reach  of  her  infernal  grasp  ,  that  is  what  he  would  be  ,  a  replacement  for  the  hell  hounds  she  oh  so  missed  .  a  pretty  end  of  a  leash  .  worthy  of  show  .  where  she  could  yank  at  it  and  parade  the  puppy  around  ,  like  some  trophy  .

         ❝  well  ?  little  pup  ?  want  to  be  a  good  boy  for  me  and  offer  up  your  perfect  neck  ?  ❞

[demonwebs]

ah . mocking him now , is she ? mischief crinkles on the smooth corners of his delicate features , and the pointed dagger comes to rest idly between his long fingers as he props himself forward , tucking his weapon away now under his chin as it cushions atop his knuckles , enjoying her attention instead .

❝ --- yes . ❞ his gaze narrows , playful , and far from dissuaded by her chronic stoicism . ❝ in fact --- i'm feeling terribly sleepy , right about now . doesn't that warrant some praise ? ❞

               be'luh's  face  stayed  stoic  ,  not  even  a  blink  ,  grey  skin  pristine  ,  black  lips  straight  .  though  inside  these  unhumoured  eyes  ,  there  was  pleasure  ,  joyful  .  he  humoured  her  .  he  was  like  incubi  below  .  beholden  to  adoration  and  completely  destitute  . 

❝  yes  yes  ,  your  knife  work  was  good  .  ❞  (  drawled  so  condescending  )  ❝  want  me  to  supervise when  you  releive  yourself  next  ,  applaud  when  you  use  the  dunny  ?  ❞  (  her  eyes  never  moved  from  his  )  ❝  call  you  a  good  little  pup  for  going  to  bed  on  time  ?  ❞