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ok u know what. u know what.

MOVING TO @vlaakithswill

bc this is prohibiting me from being an input hoe and I cannot stand for it.

follow me over there please I may return here once things are sorted but now I will begin the messy process of trying to bop my threads and replies over to a new blog bc the human spirit is indomitable .

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omg I was finally able to snag my url on a new blog . do I remake or stay the course PLS GIVE OPINIONS…

IGNORE THE -a on the end of my url I AM STILL HERE… JUST LET ME COOK…. IVE BEEN LOCKED OUTTA TAKING THE URL ON ANOTHER BLOG SO I WANTED TO TEST IT AGAIN

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me rn

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AM I FUCKIN SHADOWBANNED

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@oflolth sent: ❛ fix me. ❜ from istvan.

“Fix you?” Lae’zel repeats.

Beneath the canopy of the tent they stand awash in stone-gray shadow. The light holds Istvan like a statue; his face is all but lost. Yet the shape of him, cut in silhouette, looms impressive before her. She finds his words pathetic. That he should lay himself prideless before her makes her exposed flesh prickle, her eyes narrow.

She steps toward him. Her head is held at an appraising angle. She believes the plea to be earnest. (Lae’zel feels pain. It is strange and startling in its nakedness. She has oft lamented his earnestness in passing, and yet now it pains her.)

“I could no more fix you than remake you. Not in Lolth’s image — no. But a soldier nonetheless.” She knows and cares little for the spider goddess, but she knows something of the Lolth-sworn, of a common devotion. They were both of them pruned as soldiers — even rejected, this has not changed. “Unrelenting. Unhesitating. Proud to carve your name across the flesh of those who dare oppose you.” Lae’zel pauses. Even if she could realize such a thing, she does not know if she would willingly bring it to pass. “Is that what you wish?”

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IM TOO TIRED TO DEAL WITH THIS TN SO FUCK IT WE BALL. MSG ME ON DISCO IF U GOTTA TALK. I AM IN THE VOID I CANNOT ANSWER/SEND ASKS, MSGS OR REPLIES.

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its not letting me remake w the same url uh.

ya idk

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ig i have to fucking remake wth uh. give me a sec.

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AM I FUCKIN SHADOWBANNED

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"draw my enmity to its conclusion, and find your head topping a pike." the threat is — not empty, not wholly. lae'zel is prepared to part with nepharia violently and swiftly should the need arise, at the first lick of betrayal. she feels no such urgency now. merely aggravation akin to a sore (one she keeps touching; a cut inside her mouth she keeps prodding at.)

"but i'm listening. what dreams of satisfaction have you concocted, and who will fall to their knees at the other's feet?" her words run hot with disdain. she will not soon forget the sight; the memory brings her both disgust and desire.

for a moment, nepharia believes she can sense the faintest tinge of contention within the githyanki, the slightest shift in the air. it isn’t much, but the cambion’s heightened empathetic capabilities can pick up on even the smallest displacement of energy. her smirk widens, fangs exposed this time, with more amusement as the gith calls her what nepharia can only assume to be a slur. she would have to remember to ask lae’zel what it means later. ‘ tell me, lae’zel, what does it end with if not my satisfaction? ’ there’s a coy tilt in her horns with her head, as she crosses her arms over her chest, loosely covering the deep plunge in her neckline, ‘ i could think of innumerable ways that your fury could end in satisfaction for the both of us, ’ half - lidded eyes stare suggestively at the gith across from her own tent, anticipating her empathetic reaction.

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im gonna try and do some replies tn but my brain wants to go snooze

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✧. ┊ #CAMBIUS ﹕ ▸ an original canon divergent tav / companion character from baldur’s gate 3 *. * · 𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊, cambion ( half tiefling / half succubus ), chaotic evil, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. ┊ THEMES ﹕ horror, gore, sex, violence, an insatiable hunger for power, continuing the toxic cycles of abuse, drug addiction, unstable relationships and unhealthy coping mechanisms. [ … ] non bg3 muses are welcome & encouraged to interact. please dni if you are under the age of 21. this blog will contain both heavily mature and triggering content. ferociously adored by 𝐧𝐲𝐱 ﹕ 30, she / they. ┊ ✧.

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darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

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i wish to write things that are a. very dark or b. very stupid so pls like this n i'll send u my disco : or just hmu via DM

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GO ON, PROVE ME WRONG. DESTROY THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE. SEE IF I CARE. ( ― TERRY PRATCHETT. )

@OFLOLTH / INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE MULTI FT. INCARNATIONS OF TAV & THE DARK URGE OF BALDUR'S GATE 3. WRITTEN BY SCOUT , 21+ ONLY. RULES & ROSTER.

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∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] .

— nonverbal prompts; @darkdabbling

they've all come crawling back to camp — beaten, haggard, blood crusted in relevant places. lae'zel nurses ribs that feel bruised at the very least, a mind that feels dazed and clouded. it is a rare instinct that makes her want to withdraw to the cover of her tent, like an animal seeking the comfort of its burrow. she emerges by night, hand pressed to her ribs, to sit by the fire.

she seethes a breath in through her teeth unwittingly with the motion. liliana is there already. conversation, always terse, does not come readily. the woman's touch on the outline of a bruise makes lae'zel's eyes narrow. it does not hurt, but she does not trust it.

"negligible injuries. i will recover swiftly." her words are almost defensive.