#darkgift

[matiassotolopez]

The cursed Paladin transformation Did this awhile ago but I don't think I posted it here. I am not feeling well since yesterday but new art is coming soon. #fantasy #fantasyart #dnd #dndcharacter #paladin #oathofvengeance #ravenloft #darkgift #leonin #inks #inkdrawing #inkstagram #epic #fantasiaheroica #furry https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-5O0IPPFt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[murdershaped]

are u ready for some piano and chill after this climb, spider monkey? 😎 

[bladewarde]

The admission is a rare moment of vulnerability for Laera, one she uncharacteristically, and quite easily, reveals to Arlis. She's in good company; confident that whatever words she exchanges with her, and in turn are shared with her, are wholly safe. The irony of that isn't completely lost on her. A memory of what occurred earlier in the day where a goblin arrow struck her in the face teases her fraying nerves that she calms with a steady, silent breath.

Arlis' words resonate with her. The Gate was familiar, relatively unchanging, and being insulated by the Guild was a nice perk to have. But the wilds, rife with its constant danger and a seemingly unending list of people that need saving, has Laera wishing she could go back to when everything wasn't so complicated.

❝ If either of us are smart, I know I won't be complacent with what I 'ave this time around, ❞ Laera mutters, gladly accepting her corner of blanket as she slides closer to Arlis. ❝ I just want to 'ave some sort of control over what's 'appening. Feels like we don't when we're one bad turn away from sprouting tentacles… Or being poisoned by goblin arrows. ❞

@darkgifted / cont.

[dreadgrace-a]

❛ i’ve had a clever thought. if your mind is absent of one, you should perhaps follow mine. ❜ | @beregosts

❛ And? Will you share this thought of yours, or must I stand here guessing until our bones are dust? ❜ if Arlis seeks to wound, she'd be better off seeking a target her daggers will not shatter against. Neither the blade nor the hand wielding it know the taste of their own blood.

Finding an open section of wall to lean against, Lark yawns, making no effort of hiding her continuing boredom. ❛ I've no interest in trading barbs. Orin's hunters have marked you, not me. ❜ The full weight of her attention settles upon Arlis, a mantle of darkness made no less heavy by the noon sun. ❛ Whether you accept my help in finding her or not won't change my fate. ❜

[thepalelfe]

* darkgifted ! [ shoulder ] sender sets a hand on receiver's shoulder and leaves it there

" just go then. " empty silence surrounds him, a vacantness he's used to all the same. astarion remains staring at the creek before him, water rapidly descending over rocks and off a cliffside in the distance. despite his words, he doesn't hear retreating footsteps, nor a retort and for a moment he thinks arlis has left him long before he'd realized. then, warmth at his shoulder as fingers fall against clothed skin. he's statuesque at first, unmoving and fists clenched, but begins to unravel the longer they stand in quietude. a hand of his own raises, falls against hers, where it remains. " thank you, " a quiet murmur, only heard by the canopy of stars overhead, and arlis. his friend. a confidant. perhaps he is not as alone as he once thought.

[alcriti]

astarion's thoughts on arlis AND as a bonus his thoughts on laera pls

𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑵'𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺…

❝ What do I think of Arlis? ❞ The question is met with one of his own as he casts a knowing gaze over to his companion. ❝ There are many traits I can assign Arlis. She's distant, resilient, dangerously cunning, and sorely lacking in people skills. Like quite a few other people I know, actually. Even so, she's incredibly resourceful and dependable in all matter of situations. Admittedly… I've come to appreciate her as something of a friend. She's honest, not just with herself but with me as well, and I like to believe that despite her reservations, she's willing to put her trust in me. ❞ His thoughts briefly flash to the moment she sought his confidence; her dark gift revealed to all, and it was him she chose. The gesture moved him then as it does now to think about.

❝ I seem to attract a type! Laera isn't so different, in fact. Unmovable as a tree stump in her convictions, but I suppose her unwillingness to budge on anything proves useful when she puts herself between a horde of goblins and us. ❞ He chuckles, continuing on with a cock of his head. ❝ Another resilient soul; I knew it then when I found her in the woods, and Laera continues to be fortuitously steadfast… She's staunchly loyal and unbearably willful. ❞ Astarion pauses in his thoughts, long a drawn out before speaking his next words in contemplative quiet. ❝ We've become close, she and I; I enjoy the time we spend together. ❞ Lips purse together, returning to his gaze to some unobvious spot That is all he has to say on that.

lol he says all these things about arlis, but i swear it's coming from a place of endearment. he recognises a lot of himself, his actions and motivations in both arlis and laera, and i think that's why he's drawn to them both. he might not be there yet, but arlis coming to confide him has perhaps changed his perspective on the party. they're not there just to benefit each other in the single goal they share, but they're also forming meaningful friendships! honestly, i think arlis and astarion have a lot of potential to become close. like… ' i will stand by you no matter what comes. ' type of close, and i'm HERE for it. additionally, about laera, he is wrestling with what he feels for her and what she feels for him. laera has been very transparent about her feelings towards him, and it terrifies him. he's been conditioned to treat 'relationships' as meaningless, and without emotional attachment, but he can't deny that he's also drawn to her. i've always said their relationship goes in reverse: they develop a strong physical attraction toward each other and then all the emotional sorting comes later lol. it's daunting for astarion to navigate his own freedom and it's possible he might not even realise that if he wants, he can choose to love someone. the bes thing laera has offered him thus far is patience, and he's quietly grateful for that.

[instatera]

* darkgifted ! starter call.

dark crimson begins to congeal at the base of her nostril as dizziness comes and goes in waves, but still isvir keeps on getting up when she's knocked down. she'd faced mightier foe - though she confesses she was in stronger form then. the woman crouches behind barrels now, a moment to gather her breathing and attempt to heal a weeping gash at her side. her eyes catch sight of arlis not far off, a sneaking snarling creature at her backside and isvir holds out her free hand, a beaming blast of light directed toward the beast and incinerating it on contact. " perhaps, if i am so bold as to suggest, we take this opportunity to flee for once? " she inclines the other woman, rising to her feet as a she holds a thin gold chain in her hands, wound around her knuckles. " sometimes it's best to confess when one has met their match. "

[dekkarios]

｡ ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗ ｡     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 , & 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᵘʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᵖᵃˡᵐˢ ; ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵍᶦˡᵗᵉᵈ , 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑎𝑙 ʰᵃᶻᵉ . ᵈᵉˡᵘᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵃᵐᵇᵒᵍᵉ sun - rays ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᶦᵉʳᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʷᶦˣᵗ ˡᵉᵃᶠᵃᵍᵉ & ˢᶦⁿᵘᵒᵘˢ ᵒᵃᵏ - ˡᶦᵐᵇˢ , 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 ᵇᵃᵇᵇˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ 𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚅𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 ᵃᵗᵒᵖ ᵘᵖᵖᵉʳᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵇᵒᵘᵍʰˢ ; ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 ˡᵃᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃⁿᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ . ᵇᵉᵍᵘᶦˡᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᶦˢ 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 - 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚍 & ᶜᵃⁿᵒʳᵒᵘˢ ᵉˡʸˢᶦᵘᵐ , ʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗˢ , almost , ᵗʰᵉ 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸˢ ---- ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵈᵖᵒˡᵉ , ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘˡᵗ , ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᵛᵉⁿᵒᵘˢ 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓 ᵍⁿᵃʷᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ .

❝       ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ｆａｔｅ , ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ 𝑖𝑑𝑦𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑐 ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃʳ ! we've only been attacked 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 .       ❞ @darkgifted // ♡ .

[blindshoot]

@darkgifted / starter call.

Dareth's tent sits a bit further away from everyone else's. He isn't so far out of the way that his position could be dangerous or risk him being too far from the rest of the party but ... he is a simple man who enjoys his privacy. He does not know what to do here even though the pack mentality tries to burrow into his brain.

The distance he has put himself at, as he struggles to adapt here, means that Arlis' approach is purposeful. He looks at her, his good eye sharp and quick to follow her approach. Even as he comes to a full stand, he looks stiff. Guarded. " Are we not resting? " he assumes he's being summoned. " It is getting late in the day. "

[bhaalborn]

@darkgifted said : " in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. "

" i believe that to be FUNDAMENTALLY UNTRUE, " ulysses combats, but their mouth is twisted into the remnants of a somewhat saddened smile, " i trust you, somewhat. in the ways that matter. and you TRUST ME- to hold my own, in the face of any worthy adversary. i don't think you'd fancy sticking around babysitting anyone, least of all me. blades are . . . RELIABLE, yes. but companions worth fighting for? even moreso. "

bg3 starters, STILL ACCEPTING

[round-rainbow-in-an-endless-coat]

Guess who just finished the book and needs more content?

(mild spoilers for The Dark Gifts trilogy by Vic James)

I'm adopting the first incorrect qoute as a cannon and you can't tell me otherwise

Silyen Jardine and Luke Hadley Incorrect Quotes

(this one broke me) Silyen: What’s up guys? I’m back. Luke: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Silyen: Death is a social construct.

Silyen: Must be hard not being able to laugh Luke: I do have a sense of humor you know Silyen: I’ve never heard you laugh before Luke: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

(This one could go both ways, but...) Silyen: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Luke: you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Silyen: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Luke: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

Luke: This is a mistake Silyen, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Luke: But not today Silyen, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Silyen: I turned out perfectly fine! Luke: Sil, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Silyen: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Luke: Sil... I'm afraid to ask but, why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Silyen: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Luke: Luke: I wrote sanitize, Silyen!

Silyen: Am I going too far? Luke: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Silyen: So are we flirting right now? Luke: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Silyen: That doesn’t answer my question

Luke: Sil! stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Silyen: Well of course I have. Silyen: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Silyen: It's boring.

Luke: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Silyen, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Luke: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Silyen: Anything, honestly, but Commoners especially Luke, desperately, as Silyen bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Silyen: Oh! B positive. Luke: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Silyen:

Silyen: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Luke: You're like 18 years old Silyen: I MIGHT DIE AT 36!

[n1ghtwarden]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE repost , do not reblog

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE . minthara cuts an intimidating figure at first glance. while not extraordinarily tall by aboveground standards, her armour makes up for that in changing her silhouette; and her eyes are an exceedingly pale and piercing red. she keeps herself clean; neat - her hair is always pulled back and in a loose bun to keep it out from her face for both practical and aesthetic reasons. above all, she has the air of nobility to her - her posture is perfect; every movement measured and deliberate. though one might miss the branding tattoo upon her neck that marks minthara as a baenre at first glance, her bearing more than makes up for it. underneath her armour, minthara is well-muscled; with a defined abdomen, arms and legs - the result of centuries of training. her limbs are long - gangly; and her body is covered in both freckles/moles and silvery scars that form web like patterns across her body - some ancient, some fresh.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE . she smells primarily of the leather of her armour - underneath that, depending on the day and what she has done, perhaps the sharp tang of sweat or the metallic scent of blood mixed with the scent of the salves she applies to keep herself from burning in the sun. after an evening at camp, however, minthara makes sure to bathe and cleanses herself with spiced oils - she'll smell of cloves and cinnamon and bergamot - not comparable to the oils and tinctures of the menzoberranzan, but close enough.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE . minthara's lips and mouth will often taste of wine in the evening; red, rich and dark - dry; spiced. during the day, she tastes of the salves she applies to keep herself to prevent sunburn (yes, she tastes like sunscreen).

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE . minthara's voice is low; raspy - deep in her throat. hers is a voice that is comfortable with power; one that knows it, too. she sounds every bit the noblewoman she is - commanding, never commanded.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE . minthara's hands are calloused after years of training and battles - she prefers, after all, to wield her weapons with no gloves - and as such, while the tops of her hands are decently soft, her fingertips and palms are rough; the callouses thick.

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[bladewarde]

@darkgifted mentioned something to me about arlis/mayrina that reminded of something regarding laera/arabella...

laera will vehemently defend and fight for arabella's freedom, and it directly stems from what happened to her as a child. unlike arabella, laera had no one to defend her thievery; no one to protect her, and her life was upended because of it. laera could have grown up happy with her mother, been a sailor like she wanted to, and watching this vulnerable little girl be put on display so that she can used as an example... calling it disgusting does what laera felt an absolute disservice, and killing kagha felt completely justified.

[thepalelfe]

what is an actor without a stage, astarion ponders to himself. if only he could shut it off, bare his worries plainly for them all to see, but that is not his way. still he lets an almost solemn cant of his lips echo arlis's assurances, raising his bottle in faux cheers. " nothing ever gets past you, does it my dear? i think i've been rubbing off on you. " the man chuckles, her farewell setting a distinct feeling in his stomach astarion does his best to push away. " leaving so soon? have i bored you with my company? "

in truth, he doesn't wish to be left to his own devices, at least not yet. the evening was still young - and maybe he found himself craving the quiet comfort of others now that he was afforded the simple pleasure. dare he say.. his friends. the admission makes him internally blanch, deciding to unpack those feelings at a later time. still, desperation was never a good look. " very well, i'll do my best and hope to see you bright and early tomorrow. so long, arlis. "

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, the smile that appears on her lips reaches all the way up into her eyes & brightens earthen gaze. it's very likely a terrible idea, trusting the elf that more or less lied to them from the very first moment of their encounter, but most of her decisions tend to have a least a touch of flaw about them. besides, for whatever sins he may carry, astarion did not have a choice in the dark root of them all. that much arlis understands, that much arlis knows intimately. for that, her next words are gentler.

❛ you don't have to be charming all the time, astarion. you know that, i hope? ❜ her head cants to the side, gaze assessing despite the faint, merlot-dark shine to them, ❛ it must be exhausting, being so bloody clever. you don't have to be, not if you don't wish to. ❜

a brief roll of her eyes follows once more, light and impossibly affectionate. ❛ oh please, don't act as if i'm the very first to tell you so. save your false humility for someone it'll actually work on.❜ it occurs to her distantly that he is meant for the light, that there is beauty in him far beyond what gleams at first glimpse that out to be brought in the sun. a tragedy, a cruelty, that astarion must be tethered to the shadows. suddenly, the wine pooling in her stomach feels oily, heavy. ❛ have a good evening, astarion, but do try & keep those fangs to yourself, hm? ❜

[alcriti]

tell me what a monster i am. / @darkgifted

Arlis stands before him rigid as stone. A stiffness carrying through her posture, unlike her usual agile and flowing gait. It could not be kept a secret for long — the truth of her death-touched power — but there is no relief to be had in its unmasking. Arlis reels; Astarion can see it, just as he feels it. Her sharp wittiness smothered by the fear, the unknown. To contend with the influences of two beings — tadpole and patron — is a battle that he cannot imagine fighting. She has to persevere; she must.

❝ Would that make you feel better about yourself…? ❞ Astarion questions, his voice grave, as she demands of him something he is unsure to give. ❝ If I had to guess a god you were bound to, Arlis, Myrkul wouldn't have been my first choice. ❞ He can see the anguish in her dark eyes, expecting this revelation to cast him away from her, but as he has come to appreciate the people that surround him, he feels… tethered. They have offered him much and more; and in this moment when Arlis needs him, he cannot fathom abandoning her.

His shoulders drop, muttering a quiet apology at his misplaced humour and he steps toward her. For a moment, he lingers in her space, holding her gaze in silent empathy before he gently touches her shoulder. Astarion grips her softly, such tenderness uncharacteristic of him, but he touches her assuringly before he speaks. ❝ I have known people in my life that were true monsters: Vile and despicable and abhorrent. Arlis, you are no monster; I promise you that. And I hope my confidence in those words is enough for you to believe in them. ❞

[instatera]

* @darkgifted ! [ fix ] sender gently fixes receiver's hair

" you know, my mother used to braid my hair when i was a child. " isvir blinks at the memory, edges fuzzy and distant. " she'd always finish them off with bows. emerald, ruby, gold. she favored the jewel tones. " isvir feels arlis's fingers comb through raven tresses, forming small plaits and holding them in her grip. " always matched my dresses. " the other woman's actions lull her into a sense of safety, chest warm with familiarity. isvir's eyes close, chin leaning against her knees and arms encircling the sitting limbs.

" i miss my parents. home. it's probably ashes now. piles of bricks and overgrown ivy. " she hums quietly into the afternoon air. " how fickle is humanity. reduced to stone and memories from those who survive. i know i should be grateful but.. existence can feel so heavy at times. " quiet rustling is her response, arlis sealing off the braid with what isvir assumes is twine, string, or ribbon. her head turns to peak at her friend, offering a smile. " how do i look? youthful? perhaps i will find a dress to match whatever you've given me. "