#【 ♨ . ROLEPLAY 】

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【 CONT . 】 - @darkseraphscorner

HER TOUCH WAS ADDICTIVE . It was immediate, the way she melted into the gentle touch of her cheek, feeling the softness of her hand, the cool embrace of her touch alone. It sent sparks flying. She releases a breath, feeling so overwhelmed by the thought - but this was good. No, this was great. Wasn't it? To have some place to go after Avernus, after she was free. She still can't seem to wrap her head around this - around the swelled belly of the elf. Proof of their love's labor. They weren't together much - only a handful of times over the course of a week, but she wasn't particularly careful. How could she be, when Sera was so tempting, so beautiful?

She is dragged into the house by her hand and her prehensile tail catches the door, swinging it shut, and she is guided to the kitchen. The house isn't entirely built to accommodate someone of her size - but not many places were. She only has to duck a few times to avoid smacking her horn off of a doorframe or two. She ends in the kitchen, where there are two other girls, already settled at the table. Karlach grins and approaches, brushing her lips against Sera's pointed ears she slips past, and the behemoth of a tiefling settles at the table. Her tail swaggers behind, flickering about to show her positive emotions. IT WAS QUITE THE TELL .

" Alicia, Lief - nice to meet you girls in the flesh. " She greets, a cheeky grin on her lips, and her hands fold over themselves politely. Very conscious of her size and the amount of space she takes up. Her eyes shimmer when she glances at the elf in question, feeling how her engine fluttered in her chest at the mention of it. PRIDE , UNSHACKLED . " Aye, guess so. " She warmly says - and has half a mind to drag the elf into her lap and rest her hands against the swell of it. But she'd play nice.

" Your mum has mentioned you two a lot - colleges and monasteries - she's pretty proud of you two. Pride 'n joy, right there. "

[stalikruzhevo]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 . . .

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𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐�� 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

[infernalapparatus]

AN INFERNAL HEART WAS READY TO BURST AN INFERNAL GASKET . She was fuming, filled with anger - yet seeing Bethanne collapse like that? Nothing hurt her heart more. The paladin was angry, so fucking angry - but more than that? She was broken. That was a look that Karlach had recognized all too well. A broken woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders - one who maybe thought she was invincible at one point... Or maybe she never felt like that at all. Her mind was desperately making connections that her engine wanted to tear to pieces. Karlach acted on emotion, she acted with her heart - even if it no longer beat in the home of her ribs. For not having a heart, she certainly seemed to have the most of it. Because while she was angry, while she was coiled like an angry minotaur ready to barrel forward and crash through the barricades that the Chosen was hastily constructing. But it took a moment of looking, just a beat of her mechanical whirring and clanking to pause - for her to see that those carefully crafted walls were crumbling. Falling off brick by brick, as she spills her guts.

THAT WAS PROBABLY GROSSLY REMINISCENT OF SAID BLADE DISEMBOWELING HER .

Karlach doesn't know what to say - she's furious. Furious that Beth feels the need to go down this path - but suddenly realizes - THIS WASN ' T A CHOICE . Bethanne didn't choose this. She took this oath because she had no other choice. The gods were fucking petty. It tore at her insides seeing that woman like this, in a full breakdown. Fully devastated by things that were not in her control, that would never be in her control. Every day she survived, it was because a deity let her.

. . . AND THAT WAS A MISERABLE FUCKING EXISTENCE . Karlach knew a thing or two about that.

She followed the warrior, whether Beth wanted her to or not, and she slowly fell to her knees in front of the creature. Smoke deposited in wispier strands from her vents as her anger faded, into something far more subdued. Her tail limply sprawls across the ground, defeated, and she draws in a breath for a beat. She holds it, and when it releases, her shoulders drop. She didn't understand exactly how Beth felt - she doesn't think she ever could. But Karlach didn't fall in with the rest of mortalkind. She was special - something Gortash always told her. Something Zariel treasured her for. SHE WAS SPECIAL ; THAT TRAIT RUINED HER LIFE . She lifts her hand, wanting to touch, and yet she doesn't. Tentatively, she keeps her clawed hands to herself, running her thumb against her fingertips.

THE GODS DIDN ' T ANSWER KARLACH . When she was sold to the devil by her shitty boss, they didn't answer.

When she was strapped down to a table and had all of her ribs broken. When her chest was rend from flesh and bone. When she was given no painkillers for an operation that killed everyone else. When her still beating heart was torn from her chest. When she screamed and sobbed and cursed all the gods above until her vocal chords ripped and shredded. WHEN THE HEART HER MOTHER GAVE HER WAS TAKEN AWAY , AND REPLACED WITH A DEATH SENTENCE FED BY GRIEF . When her veins were ripped out, shoulders and stomach and thighs sundered open, just to force metal vents through her body. When her virility was taken away from her with such a perverse operation. When her sex organ was dissected to force shafts through, replacing veins with infernal steel and blood with oil. When the engine erupted and seared her flesh with hellfire, leaving behind permanent burns where the vents laced through her infrastructure.

They didn't listen when she was forced to recover in a dank cell, covered in burns and poorly stitched together. When she was forced to kneel before Zariel and branded like a dog. Zariel's name permanently burned into her flesh, her brands, carved into keratin and forced onto her claimed soul. When she was fighting for her life, killing whatever she could just to live for another day. When she disobeyed Zariel and was publicly tortured and whipped for her disobedience. WHEN SHE KILLED INNOCENT PEOPLE , JUST TO STAY ALIVE . When she was forced to consume soul coins. When she became addicted.

SHE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A FUCKING DOG .

She was special - and it only cost her everything. " No gods ever answered mine. " Karlach muttered, and the tone was subdued. Anger redirected. " Look - you don't have to lose him, Beth. I'm not asking you to stop - I'm asking you to slow down. If you can. " And she draws in a sharp breath through her nose, brows pinching together, feeling how tight her throat was. Fuck. She hated seeing her break down like this. She never talked about her time in the Hells - it was too deeply traumatizing to ever bring up. But this was a serious moment - AND MAYBE SOME ASSURANCES OF NOT BEING ALONE COULD HELP . . . She hoped.

" I don't believe in the gods, not really. Gods, you know, I want to - I want to, so badly. I believe in all this shit Myrkul did for you. You and me - two dead men walking. You've been through Hells and back - but I have, too. " And she finally lays a hand against Beth's knee, her clawed hand applying just a touch of pressure. " Listen, I know I try really fucking hard to be optimistic about this shit, but-- " She needs to swallow. SHE NEARLY CHOKES. Those must be tears of sorrow - or perhaps of anger. It's hard to tell. " I'm damned if I do, and I'm damned if I don't. I want to be there for you - and help you, until the bitter end. If I can do something, if I can make some fucking difference - then it would have been worth it. Nightshade, I... I can't go back to that fucking place. I can't be Zariel's dog anymore. I can't be her slave. I was a fucking slave. Ten years in Faerûn - but fuck me, it was like forty-three down there. I would live for a fucking eternity suffering every fucking day. An eternity of loneliness, and sorrow - and after I die? Well, I'd just be right back in her lap again. Even scarier, because... I don't know what she'd do to me.

I DON ' T KNOW WHAT SORT OF MONSTER I WOULD TRULY BECOME . "

And that was what she was afraid of the most, wasn't it? Of losing all she had left. At least, like this - no matter how terrible it is - she can choose how to go out. She can feel like she's making some sort of difference. EVEN IF IT KILLS HER - AND IT WILL , SOMEDAY . " Now, soldier... Look at me. " She murmurs, cautiously tipping Beth's head up with a claw, to meet those eyes once more. Equally teary and hopeless - but still she forces the weakest smile.

" . . . TELL ME YOU WANT ME GONE . "

There was an uneasy silence that fell over them.

Bethanne had been busy lately. Too busy. Preoccupied with things she refused to even touch on, each inquiry met with a rather unsettling ‘do not fret’ in copious different reiterations — when Karlach was one of the closest people to her.

It was understandable that the fires would slowly stoke higher and higher the more the champion ignored Karlach’s concern, her own frustration reaching a fever pitch. Some things are better left unsaid. Unknown.

“ Would you just STOP? “

An abrupt lash, flickers of green light whisking about the oathbreaker’s armored body. Formerly soft eyes that gazed upon the woman with sincerity were now scorched with midnight scleras and necrotic green pupils, fists clenching and unclenching with budding violence.

“ I said I do not want to talk about MY businesses. I have so much — SO FUCKING MUCH TO DO. It all falls on ME and if I fucking FAIL then everything is going to WILD SHIT AND THE LIVES OF MANY WILL PERISH. MY EMPIRE WILL CRUMBLE! “

Vague as it was, there’s vulnerability — and terror. She’s standing at the very tip of a mountain, about to plummet to her fourth demise — in solitude.

“ — It is too dangerous for you to be let in, Karlach, I have enough lives to take care of. I adore you, I do, but you need to STAY. AWAY. “

@infernalapparatus

[infernalapparatus]

【 CONT . 】 - @darkseraphscorner

MAGIC WAS SOMEHOW THE WORST AND THE BEST THING . Magic was why she had this damn ailment in the first place - but magic was also how the utterly breathtaking elf before her was covered in something that would protect her. Protect her, from Karlach's blistering heat. Her burning eyes linger on the buttons that she toys with in slender fingers - and her muscular throat bobs with a thick swallow. The possibilities were endless - in her dreams, maybe.

The tug to her tail came as a surprise. It whips about with the sudden touch, the appendage disturbed by the sudden touch, before it resumes swishing with excitement. A KISS ? She couldn't possibly have just one. She leans forward a bit, rubbing her thumb along the rim of the mug, before she brings it forward to take another swig. Her cyan blue tongue flickers out to clean her lips, before her molten gold eyes flicker back up to focus on her face. Wandering eyes. " Okay, okay.. magic, so you're definitely a caster of some sort. Not really my strong suit. " She lays her palm against the table - between the two of them. Excited. " Can I ask more questions? I wanna know a little more about you, Sera. "

[infernalapparatus]

[ CONT . ] - @harpershigh

" HA - that's the thing, ain't it? " Karlach snorts, her hips swaying and her tail swaggering as she dances, feet moving with a practiced groove to the sound of the band playing in the back. A club she used to hit up back in the day - and this band hadn't lost their sense of rhythm. She had already downed enough ale to tranquilize a steed - but she kept on drinking. The tiefling was well beyond tipsy at this point, and she grabs Jaheira's wrist, pulling the woman in. The sound of the tavern is booming and loud, dazzling lights of magic cast across the audience, and the boom of the drums ring true in her soul.

" 'Ol Rusty here keeps me from getting hungover - so I'm ready to make some bad fuckin' decisions tonight! Now, cut your yappin' and start that tappin'! " She pulls the half-elf in and spins her, pulling her in and pushing her away - a tango, though a bit sloppy and fast paced. SHE ' S DONE THIS BEFORE .

" C'mon, Jay, dance with me! " She laughs boisterously, finally releasing her wrist, to shake her shoulders and bounce back and forth on eager feet. With all of her time spent grooving and moving, Karlach was a rather good dancer, and had a great natural rhythm. " Oh, man! These guys were my favorite back in the day - Serendipitous Talon is such a banger! " She barks, and honestly - KARLACH HADN ' T LOOKED THIS ALIVE IN YEARS .

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LUCKY . That was such a funny word, wasn't it? In the absolutely worst ways possible. Lucky, he called her, to see herself in the mirror. Perhaps she was, in some way, to see that she had not been fully corrupted by a place damned by every god who didn't care enough. Others, who cared too much. Avernus, the first layer, the place she escaped - but her heart stayed behind. Perhaps her dignity, too, as her fingers rise slowly to brush against her collarbone beneath her shirt. It was a reminder, and a cruel one - of Zariel's name being branded into her skin. It was an awful lot like those gnarly scars on Astarion's back - and Karlach could read every one. Not that she ever had gotten a proper look at them, only ever catching a glimpse here and there. But her recognized the ugly scrawl, and knew that whatever it was, it was nothing good.

She watched as he descended towards the log, settling himself down quietly, and the initial tension of the moment seemed to melt away. Karlach had a disarming atmosphere about her - perhaps that was solely because she was genuine. She always was, because it was much easier that way. Though, it was both familiar and uncomfortable the way that hooded ruby eyes ventured over her body. He sat completely still, shoulders no longer rising and falling to keep up appearances, and his gaze could be felt on her scars. Her vents. The brands on her body, the carving through keratin on her intact and broken horn. KARLACH WAS A SURVIVOR , AND WITH THAT DID COME SOME GUILT . She wondered if he suffered from that, too. And, if he did, how deep it was buried. Deeper than her engine, for herself at least.

Perhaps that vulnerability showed for a moment, when he sighed in an exaggerated fashion and teetered forward to hide his face in his hands. Her pointed ears perked at his voice, and calloused hands joined to rub in her lap. " That's okay. If these things were easy, they'd never be a problem, I'd reckon. " She replies with the pause, before listening to him continue on after a beat. FOR A MOMENT , KARLACH WONDERED JUST HOW SIMILAR THE TWO OF THEM REALLY WERE . They may have had like-circumstances in a manner of speaking, but their views were entirely different. Astarion gloomed on the terrible things and chose not to acknowledge the good. She wondered that, if at some point in his life, he had something good. That would have been a lifetime ago.

His voice breaking caused for some turmoil in her engine. Her best manner of comforting people was with a big 'ol hug - but she was pretty limited with that. Scorching him might make this depreciation worse. Karlach sniffles - not out of sorrow, but to clear the air after his words lay heavy in the air between them. Her claws trace her palms for a moment, before sliding to her knees and she braces herself on them. THIS WOULD BE A TOUGH ONE .

" ... Do you hate the grass, Starry? " She asks, her voice soft. " How 'bout the stars? The breeze. The fresh water. The smells of nature, the quiet prattle of bugs and animals alike. Do you hate your boots on cobblestone, or hate the crackle of campfires? " And her gaze flickers over to the jotting of Scratch and the owl bear, chasing one another around quietly near the edge of camp. " How about our little furry friends, you hate 'em? " SHE WAS MAKING A POINT . Her blazing ember eyes meet his. " I think they're worth saving. Those kids in the grove, those little babes who have to live in this world? They're worth it, to me. Yeah, there's no shortage of greasy fuckers like Gortash or your Cazador, but you're lookin' at it wrong, I think. "

She draws in a breath, her eyes never once leave his. Unshakable in her demeanor. " Think about all the bad shit that happened to you. Think how fuckin' painful that was, how much you wish it could never happen again. That it never happened in the first place. But look, Astarion - all that terrible shit, that you think long and hard about? I WANT YOU TO PONDER THIS , INSTEAD .

" Would you want anyone else to ever go through what you did? Forced to do the things you did, live the life you lived? Would you let that happen, or would you try to stop it? WOULD YOU MAKE SURE THAT THIS WOULD NOT HAPPEN TO SOMEONE ELSE , EVEN IF YOU COULD SPARE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR FATE ? OR WOULD YOU LET THEM ROT ? "

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THERE WAS DISPLEASURE IN THAT FLICKING TAIL. It was a bit of body language that was easy for him to read. Not only because he had been forced to become the expert in such things, but because he'd seen it for untold years. It was something he saw in Aurelia often. Even when her face was carefully trained to hide all other emotion, her tail often gave her away - both with her siblings and Cazador. Here Astarion could tell that Karlach didn't like his assumption just as much as he hadn't liked hers.

There was satisfaction in that, just as much as roiling discomfort.

The fact was that Karlach was kind. She was kind and she was powerful and she'd been capable of escaping all on her own, even if it had led her to being infected by a mindflayer tadpole. Knowledge of this aroused complicated emotions in him. Admiration feuded with visceral jealousy. He choked down resentment like boiling acid, stripping his throat raw and rendering his mouth dry.

Of course she'd meant well by it. She hadn't meant it the way he'd taken it at all, and even still he felt nauseated by the implications. Could he overcome the indignity of the comparison to take her at her word and accept her comfort and kindness?

Astarion's body twisted where it stood, his hands carefully folding the very dangerous book he'd been holding closed to stow it in his pack at his feet. Disarmed of any and all distraction, he allowed himself to lower tentatively onto the log positioned opposite Karlach and looked at her with scathing skepticism glowing in his ruby gaze through the fire.

"Is that what I'd see in the mirror?" He mused, tone nowhere near as venomous as it had once been. "You're lucky to see anything at all."

He took in a deep breath and held it. His body frozen with the lack of need to either inhale or exhale as he stared somewhere off in middle distance. As much as he wanted to bite back at her, he did his best to process what she'd said. They'd been traveling together for at least a month now. Lashing out was a distinct loss of progress. For himself, and for everyone. So he sat. Unmoving. Unbreathing. It might be unsettling to look at for most people.

Was Karlach most people?

Crimson irises roved over her seated form even as the rest of him continued to sink into utter stillness. How long was it for her in Avernus? Surely it couldn't have been the hundreds of years he'd lived. Though sometimes his time felt longer. The moments chained to a wall and hung desperately and entirely alone, stripped of his flesh and shivering in the dark - those had felt like centuries unto themselves.

She'd lost her heart and was forced to fight a war. He'd lost his life and was forced to exist in a waking nightmare from which not even trance was a reprieve.

... These things were both allowed to be painful.

When Astarion finally cleared his lungs of the air he'd kept trapped in them, it came out in a great whooshing sigh. His body deflated along with his lungs, folding him forward until his elbows rested on his thighs and his face was buried in his hands. He had to hide his vulnerability somewhere, and his own icy palms were safest.

"Thank you," Astarion began, fingertips digging into his eyes to dispel the burning behind them, "I don't know where I'd even begin."

She'd called him pretty. It didn't feel necessarily sexual, or even flirtatious, and therefore made the ghost of something absolutely terrifying swoop through his stomach and chest. Rather than admit to that, he admitted to something else.

"I wish that I could love this world. I hate it. Everything about it. Everyone in it." His voice broke. A dam holding back emotion that even the hands over his face couldn't hide. He felt utterly exhausted. "There is nothing in it for me that's worth saving. Destroying? Yes. Taking power over? Of course. Saving? There's nothing, darling, it's all worthless to me." I am worthless. I am not worth saving.

When his hands finally dropped away from his eyes, they were glassy. His tone, however, was iced over. Guarded once more. "You would do well to learn to care only about yourself again, even here. Men like whoever sent you to the Hells exist everywhere. There are more of them than there aren't."

[infernalapparatus]

【 CONT . 】 - @dvilsdesire

OH HELLS , IT WAS AWAKE , TOO ? Karlach curses to herself as the devil stretches his wings, placing his knees and hands against the sinfully plush sheets, crawling with an unprecedented suave and grace. That, combined with the prominent scents swirling through the gaudy chamber, told Karlach some very important details.

This creature before her could be none other than the Hells' very own embodiment of lust and desire - this was an incubus. WHAT SHITTY LUCK SHE HAD . Already six years had passed in this disgusting place - the place she refused to call home. Six years in Faerûn - twenty-four years in this fucking place. Karlach had gotten used to the day-by-day, but she didn't hate it any less. But her expertise from surviving in this place was integral in helping her determine what this creature before her was. An incubus - notorious sex fiends and shapechangers, whose very spittle was used as an extremely potent aphrodisiac. The very pheromones of the room were forcing her body to react, whether she wanted it to or not. It seemed that this one was currently shape-changed to appear in Raphael's likeness, and she suddenly knew much more about the Host of the House's body than she ever cared to know.

She hated the way the mere smell of lingering sex caused her infernal trousers to tighten. She refused to get all horny over this devil. " Yeah, I don't fuckin' think so. " Karlach immediately scoffs, crossing her arms defensively over her chest, and her glowing eyes narrow on the salacious figure tempting her to the grand bedspread. SUSPICIOUS AND DISGUSTED ; YET A TOUCH AROUSED . There was something dark and morbid within her that yearned to bury herself deep into something. It had been so long since she's had anything but her hand - and she could feel how pent up she was.

But those thoughts were shoved away - for she couldn't trust a devil. She never would. EVEN IF THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES WHO COULD EVER FULLY ACCOMMODATE HER .

" I wouldn't have come here to pass the time if I knew there was a fuckin' joytoy in here. Now you listen, devil, and you listen good. " Karlach starts with a hiss, her shoulders broadening to make herself more intimidating. It was natural at this point. " You obviously don't fuckin' know me or what I am. Let's just clear the air there - I'm the Fury of Avernus. Don't try anything, or I'll make you sorely regret it. You keep your hands to yourself, and I won't rip your wings from your back. HOW ' S THAT FOR A DEAL , ARSEHOLE ? "

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[alchemistdefective]

"...Cress? Is that you?" Seiga, holding a ♨!

Nudity Roleplay Scenarios

♨ For your muse to come across my muse naked in a hot spring ( “+reverse” to reverse muses)

"Oh! It's you!"

...

"Oh my god, it's you."

She just realized where she is. And how she is right now.

Just seeing Seiga. In the hot springs. And her. Naked. In the hot springs too.

You know. Just like how hot springs should be.

... What, were you expecting them to wear ballerina costumes?

"J-Just don't do anything weird. Take a soak... look the other way. It's supposed to be my relaxed day. Away from Chloe and her shenanigans. Just... my me time."

BREATH IN...

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♨ For your muse to come across my muse naked in a hot spring ( right back at u lucas )

Nudity Roleplay Scenarios

Lucas had visited hot springs a few times with friends, but going alone was still something he did very rarely. Today was one of those days, and he did his best to push through his utter distaste at being around other people by visiting a hot spring near Lake Verity (and still finding a really isolated corner where no one would bother him).

It seems that he wasn’t the only person who got that idea, though.

Grusha would find him entering the water, facing away from the entrance and not yet having noticed that someone else was there with him. The steam did very little to cover the toned muscles of his back, and as one’s eyes drifted further down…

That didn’t last for very long, though, as he fully submerged his lower body under the water and Grusha could now only see him from the shoulders up. Lucas noticed that there was someone behind him and looked over his shoulder, an expression of completely undisguised contempt and impatience on his face that clearly spelled out ‘damn, I thought I’d be alone here’ that then turned into something more thoughtful as he realized that he recognized Grusha from somewhere, but didn’t exactly remember the details.

For someone famously very stoic, he’s surprisingly expressive.

“Hey.” He said simply before turning his back to Grusha again. It probably didn't matter all that much where he remembered seeing the other man before.

[infernalapparatus]

Act three, Sera mets Karlach again... and Karlacj shows off her new stuff.

【 UNPROMPTED 】 - @darkseraphscorner

AH , IT WAS GOOD TO BE BACK . And, even better than that, Karlach had met this lovely tiefling man on the way - Dammon, an Infernal Mechanic! What incredible luck. And now, she was back and better than ever - minus her impending death. She tried really, REALLY hard not to think about that. Act like it didn't exist. Papa Pluck always told her that if she covered her eyes, monsters wouldn't see her.

She learned quickly that it was just to help her sleep - because she could squeeze her eyes all she wanted, but she couldn't avoid the worst monsters in her life. GORTASH . ZARIEL . MINDFLAYERS . She needed a break.

And luckily, she found one - in the shape of an attractive and achingly familiar elf inside of Elfsong Tavern. THERE WASN ' T ANY FUCKING WAY THIS COULD BE TRUE .

" Ho-oly shit. " Karlach whistles in disbelief as she approaches the familiar curvy woman - A FACE AND SCENT SHE SIMPLY COULDN ' T FORGET . Her loins already stirred with arousal - no matter how she tried to will them soft. " Sera, is that really you? "

[sapientiiae]

@valistheanshield asked: ♨ + Reverse (Zelda coming across Clive in the springs) nudity roleplay scenarios

The princess knew of the healing hot springs that existed across Hyrule. After his injury the night before, she thought the springs might do Clive some good. Yes, she had technically healed the man, and his injury, though deep, had been mild enough that her magic managed to patch him up without leaving any new scars. Still, there may have been some residual soreness and aches, which was why the springs seemed like the perfect solution.

She’d insisted on being the one to travel with him, claiming Clive might not be able to find the hot springs on his own. The truth, however, was that the princess was always looking for an excuse to escape the castle, and well…Clive didn’t make for bad company.

After finding a suitable pool for the man to soak in, Zelda had wandered off to scout out an area nearby for setting up camp, since their travels had taken up the bulk of the day, and traveling at night wasn’t exactly advised. The Hylian knew the sun would be setting soon, which was why she’d later doubled back to check on Clive and see how he was faring. What she hadn’t expected, however, was to find the man naked in the hot springs. She’d thought he might be done and dressed by now. And even if he was still soaking, she’d expected she might, perhaps, find him shirtless at most. 

The very, very clear water of the springs, however, seemed to suggest otherwise. 

The royal’s cheeks flushed a deep red as heat that rivaled the springs crept to the surface of her skin and spread out to the tips of pointed ears. Zelda had practically stared at him, frozen in place as her brain attempted to process her shock. It took a second or two too long for the princess to spin, covering her eyes with her hands even though she’d already turned her back to him.

“S-sorry!” she stammered, feeling the heat seep down her neck as she stepped away from the healing pool. “I thought you might be done by now!”

[thepeoplesfirelord]

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[infernalapparatus]

(From a prompt with a little more! Hope you don't mind!)

"That looks like it hurts." The five foot tall Hylian looked worried at the blood the taller red skinned woman had on her. "Are you injured? Do you need some first aid?"

【 ♨ . ROLEPLAY PROMPTS 】 - @linklewinklewoman

THAT WAS CERTAINLY A LOT OF BLOOD . Karlach was a tank, a frontline fighter - used to taking real hard hits, and dishing out the pain even harder. The giant tiefling was currently crouching down by the fire, a bandage held in her hands as she sticks her hands over the fire - and s strange, flammable substance is poured over top of the thick bandage in her hand. A strange wrap, fire retardant - that Karlach brings it in after toasting it over the flames, and she shoves it against her stomach. The tiefling draws in a breath and glances down at it, watching the bandage slowly melt against her flesh - and the heavy bleeding stops.

" Phew! That coulda been bad. " She replies, bringing a bloodied hand up to swipe the sweat from her brow. She offers a crooked grin at the Hylian, while she remains kneeling. " Sorry 'bout that, soldier. It hurt, like a right bitch - but nothing I won't live through. " Understatement of the year. I ' VE JUST BEEN THROUGH FAR WORSE . " Think this'll be the ticket for now - oh! Unless you're a healer? That'll work a little better than this 'ol wrap from my old stomping ground. "

[infernalapparatus]

THIS WAS A WELCOME CHANGE . Truthfully, she had been aching to her a little closer to her companions - now, more than ever before. Because now, she could touch - now, she could put her hands on people! She could pull them into hugs, she could bump shoulders, shake hands, get real close and making fucking love--

But her thoughts screech to a stop, and she shakes it off mentally. No, no. She shouldn't be thinking about that, not right now. She seems pretty far off from getting her claws into anyone's pants - save for the flirtatious glances and mild little comments made between herself and Robin. She was having a hard time holding herself back, if she was honest. But perhaps it was just platonic - maybe she was reading too far into it. AFTER BEING TOUCH STARVED FOR SO LONG , IT DIDN'T SEEM SO UNLIKELY . It was one Hells of a condition to suffer, after all. The larger woman shifts, side to side as her tail sweeps behind her - before it tucks off to the side to accommodate the presence. Instantly, the tiefling sinks down to the floor, allowing the ranger to squeeze in behind her, slender hands sliding into her frenzied hair. She kept it as neat as she could - but it was rather unruly, tangled in some places, little decorative coins and the like scattered through her hair, held in by menial ties.

Vented shoulders slowly relax as the lupine begins to card through her locks, fingers brushing through slowly, gingerly, as to not give a right tug. This was such an odd sensation - but it was so far from unwelcome. She would melt into any kind of touch she could get, a breathless chuckle slipping the barbarian's lips, and she shimmies back a touch to lean into the hand against her scalp. Fingertips brushing against the scar tissue in places her hair had grown in, albeit short and patchy. " I can take quite a bit of punishment, y'know - but, ah, I'll let you know, soldier. " Karlach assures softly, soft breath leaving her nose, and her tail wriggles with anticipation. It was so relaxing, in a way, one that made only the wispier strands of smoke exhale from infernal vents and puff towards the roof. A small campfire of her own, but without the burn, this time. MAYBE IT WAS SAD , THAT SHE COULD BE EXCITED BY SO MEAGER A TOUCH .

@infernalapparatus - karlach and robin - from this

Fondness swept over the ranger's features, firelight glowing and further causing her reddened cheeks to seem almost ethereal. Robin was always affectionate towards her party members, seeking a bond. Any kind, really.

It had been years since she had a proper family or friends. Maybe that ache in her lupine heart had led to trying to connect further with Karlach, seeking approval and companionship even more now that the poor tiefling had cooled down.

"I don't mind at all." The wolf spoke earnestly, hoping her blush over the previous exclamation wasn't that visible.

Carefully, she positioned herself behind the taller woman, being gentle with undoing any braids or ties that had been left behind in the dark, battle-worn locks.

Nimble fingers combed through the dark hair, just working on getting any knots and tangles out first. She used another hand to gently hold the other's head, providing some stability so those roots wouldn't get yanked by accident.

"Just let me know if it hurts."

[ltxoliviabenson]

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

the salty af munday meme - Because, like it or not, we’re not all balls of sunshine all the time. We can be pure salt when we want to be.

☣ Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

Yes, I have. And it turned out that she wasn't at all as bad as they lead me to believe as soon as we opened a line of communication. We're still acquaintances but we don't roleplay with one another anymore.

♨ Have you ever made a public call out post?

I have not.