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[illithilit]

@haresvoid asked: ❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ // Gideos to Graz!

The threads of time always disappeared betwixt the pages of books. One moment, the sun had just risen into the haze of Avernus' sky, and the crew had begun the day's work. The next, their familiar din had died away and Grazilaxx's accompanying pages lacked any remaining room for the notes its study incurred without fail. Plans for seeking out the validity of the claims of a new demonic entity. Notations on their always evolving anatomy, or better, documentation of possible new roots of a new Abyssal layer. No remaining margins to utilize typically heralded its shift in attention to leave the comforts of its nook and seek out Gideos, if he'd returned to the ship by then. At times, however, the vigors of intense study got the better of it -- such as now, when only the sensation of being lifted roused it from a slumber it couldn't remember beginning.

"My beloved...." Drowsy tentacles seek out and intertwine with those of its partner before its eyes had fully opened or its soft trill shared its contentment. "It fills me with joy to see you returned... Was your raid fruitful?" Shifting carefully in his grip, it settles against him, head upon shoulder and arms 'round his neck.

Though the exact wording escaped it in the moment, the mind reached where language fell short; like a purring cat rubbing up against its favourite person, so came the feelings of love and adoration, and the safety it felt being in his arms. There was no better place -- not in the Hells, nor the Material. Home... That was the word for it.

[judgcmcnt]

@haresvoid prayed

Valtiel hands him a heart

There's a deep rumble at the gift before he takes it, iron jaws opening to claim the treat. Of course afterwards the Yellow God gets a few nuzzles and a lick.

He'll have to return the favor won't he...

[muutosarchive]

🍒 @haresvoid . asked for a starter

"you look like a motorcycle guy." jules notes, leaning back against workbench with arms crossed over her chest. a small smirk revealed by welding mask pulled up, &. a quick huff of air sending a piece of her hair out of her face.

"so . . . you have a motocycle, mr. destroyer?" she asks, her eyebrow raising. if one didn't know any better, they'd take her for making fun of him. &. perhaps she is, in one way or another. ohm's wings fluttering behind her, as he makes his mechanical coo. a gloved hand draped over metal head.

[empcrer]

@haresvoid inquired – you sure don't make it easy to follow you. // also from gideos, potentially jokingly

He adjusts his cowl over his tentacles. An aura of amusement mingles with blissful nostalgia. It's been years since he traversed cityscapes without his levitation. While it proved more strenuous than the latter, there was some… comfort in using his athletic ability. A memento from Balduran, perhaps?

" Forgive my… enthusiasm. " Standing, his knees creak. " We're nearing The Counting House; the valuables you seek are within its deeper quarters. "

[royalreef]

She trills, something like a whistle but more, a repeating rise and fall of something ancient, primordial, lovely in all matters but echoing strangely in every corner it presses itself into like a state of being rather than a sound. One quirk of the maw is met by another, a curl of her own that only teases her fangs. "Oh, you are a charmer," and if the flutter of her fins is any indicator, it's working, "If you do manage to keep up the good work at this rate, I may just have to see how your own talents would perform beneath the waves. Particularly given you are quite well-to-do yourself."

[baldursheart]

there is an instant sense of relief at the mindflayer's assurance that it did, in fact, drink tea. multiple kinds! kindreth can only hope the flavours they had available would be acceptable for today. "that's wonderful — just give me a moment to bring my things over." the half-drow moves with efficiency, two tea cups set on a tray alongside a pot of tea that had been boiling over a small, arcane-made flame. a beaker of milk added to finish it off, the cleric makes his way gingerly back to the tent and sets the tray down on the desk provided. "I have two flavours going — earl grey, and a green tea with lavender."

'THE OFFER WAS NOT SOMETHING THE MIND FLAYER WAS EXPECTING. It retracted from it a smile, or its approximation // LOWER EYELIDS CRINKLING UPWARDS. “&– - I do drink tea, yes. The offer is appreciated and I shall partake with you.” Hand shifted, psionics commanded to 'clean' off desk (MORE OF A HAPHAZARD RESHUFFLING OF ITEMS AND PAPERS). Room provided for kettle, cups, or any other accoutrements-- - the chair was also of free usage for the cleric. “&– - If you desire, I can give you a list of that which I have found edible and drinkable sometime within the future.”

[mindfoster]

A very quick and rushed new promo for the gentle anarchist scholar squid since it has finally been given its own blog. This is a ind.sel.priv blog for OMELUUM of BALDURS GATE 3. This blog is NOT SPOILER FREE and also will contain adult content- for that reason, it is 18+ only. // WRITTEN BY JACKALOPE !

Previously found at and follows back from @haresvoid

[sageofthestrange]

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘾 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐? FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER.

This plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. You were never given a choice. No part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. It's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. Maybe too many people to count. Maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. Being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. Just take air into your lungs and breathe. Close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. You made that. You painted that yourself.

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[priwenshallprevail]

POST 5-10 SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE(s).

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG Geoffrey McCullum

Hail to the King - Avenged Sevenfold

The Foggy Dew - Colm McGuinness cover

New Divide - Linkin Park

Hunt You Down - The Hit House feat. Ruby Friedman

Soldier - Fleurie

Honor for All - Daniel Licht

Shoot to Kill (feat. QUIVR ) - Tommee Profitt

I'm Dangerous · The Everlove

Bleeding Me · Metallica

Faster Than the Flame · Powerwolf

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[judgcmcnt]

Sensual Touches | Open

@haresvoid prayed

[ trace ] // from Valtiel !

Deep purrs fill the secluded room the two have settled in, no monster or human in their right mind would bother them. A crude nest of sorts made by the larger of the duo is what they rest in, a rare thing for them both. They are diligent in their work after all, but when they allow themselves such a luxury it is well earned.

Valtiel has settled itself on top of Pyramid Head, similar to how their meetings go with it on the walls above the other, and its hands roam over his torso. A soft huff, a slight parting of metal jaws, the Red God's hands move to settle and squeeze the Yellow God's thighs.

Yes, just like that...You always know just where to touch don't you, attendant....

He needs more.

[mindfoster]

An Ind.Sel.Priv. OMELUUM blog from BALDURS GATE 3. Blog 18+, mun is 26. THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE. Affiliated with: @empcrer, @illithilit, @1nflesh

A STUDY OF ESCAPING FROM BIRTH, BECOMING BETTER THAN THE MIRROR, THE BEAUTY BORN FROM ROT, AND THE STRUGGLES OF NATURE

    AS PRAISED BY JACKALOPE

  BIO HERE and RULES HERE

FOLLOWS BACK FROM @haresvoid

[avernusfuries]

Karlach hated her plane of Oblivion. It had been a gift, following the death of her mother and the only true kindness she had been offered by an absent father. Someone like her would never have made their way in the world, with how people viewed daedra. She lacked the physique for steath, and to slip through throngs of mortals was no easy feat. Dagon had been kind enough to grace her with torrents of enemies to keep her occupied; imps at first, larger hellbeasts as her strength grew and her appetite for destruction grew with it. Karlach had wished she'd at least had a friend or two to keep her company and she had asked, but it had only been met with silence. At least as much silence as one could muster when war waged outside of her door. They never climbed the steps into her home, before. It was grand in the way that Emperors would swoon at, but little point in having a house so large with no noise to fill it.

Karlach was caught unawares when her eyes met the others, and dark eyebrows lifted. They were armed, but their weapons were not raised, primed and poised to strike. "Well, fuck me," she said, a little gormlessly. "Uh, didn't know I was to be expecting company- welcome to Avernus- unless you're actually here to fight or test me, in which case I might politely ask that you give me a second to get my armour on?"

Stupid question, really; if they wanted her dead, she had little doubt that to have gotten the jump on her was a very, very good thing. For them. Not so much her.

'KASAEN QUESTIONED NOT THE WHIMS OF THE GREAT EYE. The task sent on, spoken through the means of the Princes Daedra rather than the ENTITY ITSELF felt like finding an invisible x marked spot (BUT NOTHING WAS EVER STRAIGHT FORWARD // SHE WAS CERTAIN THAT FACTOR WAS FOR BRIEFEST AMUSEMENTS). Inevitability brought her to where and what was sought, and a rip through the planes opened.

'THE REALM WAS BARREN, DRY, AND HOT. Nothing akin to the moist cool air of Apocrypha, or the tundra of Skyrim where she grew (SOMEHOW MORE LONELY). Her experience, her readings could not put finger to WHERE she was-- - it had factors of other Daedric Prince realms, but not QUITE. Perhaps it was a spot undocumented within the Deadlands, or the Ashpits perhaps? Regardless, surely it was an object Hermaeus Mora sought in these planes, some lost tome of knowledge or scrap sheet of secrets (AND THATS ALL SHE HAD TO FIND). What she hadn't anticipated was an individual-- - eyes scanned, accustomed to Daedra of all various shapes and sizes but she fit none.... much like this realm. “&– - What manner of place is this?” The question, SIMPLE SEEMING, was multifaceted (IT WOULD LET HER GAUGE HOW TO PROCEED). Whether the information would be gained, or she would be attacked. Whether the individual would TOY AND SNEER, or FLEE PERHAPS? Waiting, avid and aware // @infernaliscor liked for a Kasaen starter !