#grimdarkfables

[skxrbrand]

@grimdarkfables

He sits there like a beacon in the inky underdark, bright red, his mane threaded through with fire and his eyes two burning pools of hatred. But he is anything but. Out of place and conspicuously avoided by even the fauna of the underdark, Skarbrand sits and listens.

And the more one watches, the more one gets the feeling the great red monster cannot actually see anything in this dark place... But his other senses work just fine, as he makes clear.

" I can smell you." And what a strange smell it was.

[bhaalswn-arch]

you could’ve been killed !

↪     𝑖𝑡'𝑠 ᵗʰᵉ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝑴𝑰𝑫𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 . ( accepting !! )

There he stood; skin almost soaked in blood, some of it was his, the rest was from the enemies that they fought. ( You feel calm, oddly calm and centred. Blood is on your skin. It soaks into your pores. You feel sated for now. You do eventually deny the feeling of satisfaction: This isn't who you are. You are no butcherer lusting for innocent blood. Then again, your enemies weren't innocent. But blood is blood ... )

"Could've, Beth. Lowkey could've. But I didn't! Look, I may look bloody, but I still have my limbs attached and I am still walking. So that's a win in my book."

[crimesoughtarchive]

@grimdarkfables asked:

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜ toward reaper’s embrace 😭

The tiefling blinked at the spawn, this was a shocking turn of events really. She seemed rather upset that he had well COMMANDEERED the armor from the late ketheric thorm.

" Alright but it's yours once I no longer need it."

[pinktief]

@grimdarkfables asked:

Blink blink.

“ You are…very pink. Very bright. “

And a very big contrast to the dark palette of the vampire spawn.

“i suppose you're not wrong.”  from the rosy tint of her hair to the pale pink dye adorning her armor, including the warm dawn-like glow that follows those embraced by lathander's light, it's not hard how someone would come up with that conclusion. still, it's not often that zuriel comes across someone that by all means of affiliation should despise her or want her dead, and leaves them perplexed instead.  “m'not very dexterous anyways so i figured i should go all out with the pink.” 

[illithidhost]

A Comprehensive List of Scenarios - Open

@grimdarkfables asked: BREAK-IN : for one muse to discover the other robbing their place.

     Mania, clearly, was not as well versed in thieving as she used to believe. Perhaps it was due to the pact she had made with the fiend; the thing that had given her her arcane abilities. A taste at power and strength. That pursuit had taken time and energy from mastering her slippery fingers, which seemingly doomed her now.

     She had managed to get the strings drawn on her companion's bag, had even gotten it open and grabbed the item she wanted, but it was when she moved to pull it from the bag she faltered. Crouched down in the dark and dirt, with nothing but the camp's night atmosphere to fill the silent sky, when the necromantic book tumbled from her grasp and hit the ground, it echoed out loudly.

     Shit. Fuck! All the curses swam through the Tiefling's head as she turned to glance at her sleeping companions, only to find greenish eyes staring at her. "Uhhh..." She spoke but said nothing, completely uncertain of what to say when she was quite literally caught with her hands in the cookie jar. "Good evening...?"

[seluniite-archived]

Smash or pass 👀

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃

❝ It's been such a joy seeing you so in touch with your emotions over time, and I believe it's added something far more substantial to your striking beauty. ❞ AKA SMASH.

[moonridge]

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

( nonverbal prompts. )

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　　　fingers coil around a thin, pale wrist to guide them forward instead of back. at first, ozus remains oddly silent, simply following along with wherever they'd be taken. moments later, however, does the warlock finally speak up.

　　　❝ are we there yet? ❞ they don't even know where 'there' is! ❝ i hope so. ❞

　　　　　　　　　　—@grimdarkfables—

[bloodthieved]

@grimdarkfables.

The sky’s blue fell to a blushing purple upon evening, and later still, velvety darkness swathed overhead. Little light were to be blessed from the stars, however many they were, and the low crackle of the campfire was simultaneously soothing and humbling. Embers danced with uncertain pirouettes, spinning and twirling, high and low, narrowly escaping becoming one with the hungry flame once again.

They’d set up camp. They’d been run ragged by their last encounter, and the air was pregnant with the sorrows of those pained and hurt. No souls of their own were pried from their fleshy forms—the same could not be said for their foes.

Most had subsided for the night. All, aside from Bethanne and Astarion.

Their stations were directly adjacent to one another. He’d been attempting to indulge in some light reading, but seeing her in his periphery stalking about, flexing her bestial muscles and grunting and snorting … well, let’s just say it soured the mood a little. It was distracting.

Red eyes peered over. A soundless sigh, a thud of his book clamping close.

“Dear,” he began as he sauntered on over, a light chuckle tinging the air, a smile curling his lips, “must you insist on retaining this form? Surely it’s more—comfortable otherwise.”

Astarion felt the scorn of his stomach, the burning emptiness that demanded to be filled. But this was a pressing matter. How could he eventually meditate with knowing that this beast might simply succumb to a hunger similar to his, and perhaps go on a massacre? Not that he'd mind trimming this troupe down a little, but it was his hide he was most concerned about.

[melpcmene-arch]

one-liner starter call. ( @grimdarkfables )

( Your head is filled with satisfactions when seeing Bethanne bludgeon that goblin. It did not stand a chance. )

"Impressive, though I think the goblin won't be coming back from that one."

[revyved]

@grimdarkfables said: Casually just gonna — scoop up the kid, perching Mol on her shoulder. “ So. Have you ever risen the dead before? Would you like to learn HOW to raise the dead? “ GRINS —

" hey -- ! " what was with people lifting mol like a bag of potatoes ? she's small, unfortunately so, but she can't help a small wince once lifted. instinct wants to believe there's danger, that she might get hurt. instead she's rather carefully placed on beth's shoulder, settling a hand over her head to keep herself balanced. " you can't just whisk people away under the promise of necromancy. that said, yes, i want to learn how to raise the dead ... "

maybe she can bring back her friends.

[exsanguidus]

“ Has anyone ever told you that they are proud of you? Well, let this be your reminder then.

I am proud of you. I see you. I hear you. And I also understand you as a spawn myself. Cazador does not define you. The tadpole does not define you. Those horrid leetle demons in your head do not define you either. You have been suffering and fighting for decades…believe me, I know it gets tiring.

But you are still here. You are still existing. You are still fighting despite all the shit that life has thrown at you — and that takes guts, sweet swan. You are a valiant, resilient warrior with battle scars for days, whether that be mentally or physically. Each wound tells a story and a reminder that you got through that ailment, you can sure as fuck get through the next. And I think that makes you courageous and admirable.

Fuck physical looks. Sure, da, you are attractive and pretty. But I think your soul, however damaged it is, is the most beautiful fucking piece of art I have ever seen. I want to hold my palms to your chest and feel those beautiful emotions your soul projects. I want to look past your skin and hold your spirit. You as a person, a soul, a spirit, and at your very core, are worthy of love.

I am so fucking proud of you, Astarion. And I do not think I will ever not be — not even past my immortality. “

Astarion's brows knit together tightly as he listened, his head cocked as he remained unblinking. He was reluctant to listen to such flowery words because kind words never existed. Not for him. Not unless it came with the expectation of him getting on his back soon after.

He stood there defensively, nose turned up with a small sneer and a hand propped on his hip while the other waved in the air dismissively. He scoffed, even. Yet the fellow spawn continued - resilient and unyielding.

Astarion kept up his air of aloofness, but that mask was beginning to crack as her words wrapped around him. Perhaps it was because she was a fellow spawn that he was more susceptible. That he wanted even more to hear Bethanne out.

Cazador was his bastard vampiric father who only had words of belittlement and contempt. And praises he had to offer were simply praises of narcissism for himself. I have made thee stronger, as strong as I could mine ungrateful whelp. In a strange sense... Beth's words almost felt motherly. A stark contrast to Cazador.

His rough demeanor melted slowly, evident in the way his body language shifted from haughty and disapproving to something softer. Something... sadder?

His narrowed eyes become their more relaxed rounded version, a sheen of wetness glistening below the crimson irises. He had the look of a lost kitten about him.

He had the look of a wounded child that was finally met with a pat on the head instead of a kick to his back.

❝ I... ❞ his gaze flitted elsewhere as he shifted his weight uncomfortably. How was he to respond to this? ❝ ...Thank you. ❞

He would have to sit there in silence for a moment to process these words. To process the fact that someone was proud of him? And, of all people, another vampire. Vampires were the main threat to other vampires. It was as if their inherent nature to break down and destroy one another.

Perhaps that was why Bethanne's words seemed to sink so deeply.

[countercharmda]

@grimdarkfables / cont. from x.

He's not known the Weave his entire life, like others, but he'd consider a dear friend. It hides in stories and notes, and acts as a necessary addition to any of his works. To hear his companion talk about it in such a way brings a concerned lace to his brow.

" Perhaps you're just -- looking at it the wrong way, " Serendipity offers. " There are many different ways to cast a spell, no matter what any wizard says. Have you ever played a song, or told a story, and you feel almost swept away by it? Believe it or not, that's the Weave. "

He can feel his cheeks warm in embarrassment after reciting one of his favorite lessons of old. " Of course, if I'm saying something you've heard before, feel free to stop me! "

[illithidprone]

@grimdarkfables liked this for a lil TAZ quote starter...and the d20 chose Gale

"Who stops serving pancakes at 9am?! I missed the whole thing! I had to get Cheetos! Fantasy Cheetos!"

[herspawn]

" What do you think tonight is going to bring? Rain? Fog? Maybe a nice breezy cool front? " She looks up at the clouds rolling in, hoping, maybe even praying for a nice night. " I think a nice clear night would be great but I might've just jinxed it... '

・ ❘ @grimdarkfables. ─ starter call.

[charlatn]

❛  oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜

someone is ✨ beyond livid ✨

the torturer

"can't we talk about this, darling? as much as the thought of anyone taking their time with me seems tempting, this isn't quite what i had in mind."

the attempt feels moot almost as soon as the suggestion spills. his tone remains leveled, though a subtle tremor rattles chords, nearly indistinguishable to anyone who might not be listening so intently. bloodlust seems to flash in beth's venemous stare, and could he really blame her?

of course he can.

how can she blame him? the idea of self preservation was hardly something to judge him over when he could assume anyone would have done the same, but there may have been a slight miscalculation regarding how beth may have handled it.

"if it's any consolation, i knew you'd be able to handle yourself . . . and i was right, wasn't i? here you are in one piece. isn't that just wonderful."

[seluniite-archived]

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IS BETH FINALLY GONNA ALLOW HERSELF TO BE LOVED?