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this blog is being archived & i will be following from my new blog.

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would u still write with me if i used huge gifs for replies 2014 style

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#𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐄 ; a low activity , independent GALE DEKARIOS of larian studios baldurs gate 3. heavy influence in greek tragedy , written by coffee

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minthara at the circus 🕸️🎪 + bonus:

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arlis barely survives her first year in the city. she has no connections, no idea how to survive as a result of an enormously privileged (if lonely) upbringing, and no applicable skills that would be of use in the lower city. she takes to hiding away in the top floor of an abandoned home near the old garlow place and spends the winter there, careful never to be seen or followed back. during that winter, a minor cut becomes infected and the ensuing fever nearly claims her after several days of battling it. she survives, but it takes weeks for her to build what little strength she has back up.

she realizes then that she isn't strong enough, even when healthy and well, to defend herself from any of the city's gangs or criminal groups if cornered, so instead learns to be quick enough that she can't be caught by them. with time, she learns that it's better to never be seen by them in the first place. there's never any interest in joining up with any organization, she wants to keep entirely to herself.

initially, she steals solely to survive and takes what she can from the city's markets, using the crowds and chaos to shelter her actions. while arlis feels guilt at first, it very swiftly fades and she begins to practice her thievery with more difficult targets and more expensive items. within three years, she is a talented thief and, by the time she's leaving her teenage years, one of the most promising young thieves in the city.

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𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

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a bottle of wine and a bard Norah Jones cd :)

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goodbye, waffle house vibes

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your effort to remain what you are ... is what limits you.

#KSANAGI. KUSANAGI MOTOKO OF MASAMUNE SHIROW'S GHOST IN THE SHELL, ADAPTED TO &. CENTERED ON A MODERN VERSE TAKE. UNAFFILIATED WITH AND ENTIRELY REMOVED FROM THE ANIME RPC. CROSSOVER &. PLOT CENTRIC. by garrett, 29.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⸻⸻ PEOPLE LOVE MACHINES IN 2029 A.D.

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just realized ken has the only american accent in the game?

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[ hand kiss ]  –  for the sender’s muse to kiss the back of the receiver’s hand.

"don't."

a hand lifts in warning the moment he comes into view. the goal had been to hide herself away outside the tavern, tucked into the shadows of the alley until some balance had been restored, until she'd felt like herself again and brought the words swirling in her mind to a halt. naturally, it would be enver fucking gortash to disrupt even the most private of her plans.

"i don't want any sort of assessment," arlis' hand remains lifted, each word enunciated through gritted teeth. she hopes its faint tremble is not evident. "and i certainly don't want a conversation. not now."

it had been an accident as much as it had been an impulse. there'd been so many bhaalists all at once, hidden away amidst the calm and quiet of the park. it had been the perfect place for them to strike, to ambush, in retrospect. where else might someone lower their guard within the lower city but amongst neatly kept paths, amidst the gentle trickle of fountains?

she blinks and swallows hard against the earth still lodged in her throat, the dust coating her tongue. his dark gaze is assessing, very nearly curious, though it lacks its the ruthless gleam she's become accustomed to. he takes another step forward and arlis repeats herself, both a warning and an order now. "i mean it, enver. there's a reason i'm not with the others. i need-, i need space."

it's hungry still, that thing inside of her. it had been insatiable when first untethered in the park, furious and rabid, and to think how closely it had ebbed towards the others once done with the bhaalists feels her with dread. she hadn't been in control. it'd been reckless, dangerous. (had it been the same way for thorm? had it been exhausting, keep that maw leashed? had it thrilled him like it did her, the surge of all that power after so very long with none?)

"your god doesn't worry me," gortash waves a hand dismissively and is closer yet, too close, "your's and mine have decided to tolerate each other for the time being, in case you've forgotten."

"he's not my god," her gaze flicks up and there's a sharp twitch of her fingers, the beginning of a call she refuses to answer. arlis clenches her hand into a fist, "and i'm not thorm. i'm not... practiced at this, not the way he was."

"regardless, it's clear you have at least some of what power he did. you'll need to learn how to master it, lest it master you." gortash takes her hand, ignores the faint flinch it coaxes from her, and carefully, gently moves her fingers from digging into the tender flesh of her palm. his fingers wrap around her own to steady their trembling.

her gaze follows his, down to the dark bruises mottling her knuckles and trailing to her wrist. if arlis looks close enough, long enough, a part of her knows she will see them move, shift, darken further still.

gortash traces his thumb over the back of her hand slowly, almost tauntingly. "see? i've hardly succumbed." he turns her hand and allows a finger to brush over the lines of her palm, against the ebbing shadow at its heart. his next words are softer. "power isn't something to fear, arlis, not when you're the one wielding it."

then, without so much as a warning, gortash lifts her hand and presses his lips to its back. the tenderness of it startles her, disarms her, but to her own surprise, there is no attempt to withdraw her hand. if anything, she thinks she does not want it to end, this warmth that cuts through the chill wrapped around her bones.

this realization should frighten her, but she finds she does not want to fight against it.

"don't let the others in your party convince you otherwise," he releases her hand and yet again, still, there is no cruelty in his words, no cutting edge or disregard, "you can only control something if you understand it."

there is something new in his gaze, equally as bright but not nearly as dark. it looks like respect. "who knows, perhaps you'll surprise us all and be even stronger than our dearly departed ketheric by the end."

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tara supremacy

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❛  The world is neither fair nor right, but it has a way of balancing itself.   ❜ [ brynn ]

meme tag // accepting

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 glimmer of fondness between them, it feels safe. few things in her life feel safe and for that, arlis finds herself treasuring it, very nearly protective over it though if anyone has ever not needed protection, it is the witcher now before her. ❛ you witchers live long enough to see those scales stop tilting back and forth. most of us don't have that luxury. ❜ her own blood, both heightened and muddled, affords her more time, but witchers? some of them live long, but they all see much. she absently turns the wine glass before her with a finger, thoughtful. ❛ i, unfortunately, have a decidedly more pessimistic view of the world's scales. ❜

a hint of a smile creeps onto her lips as the wine (a decidedly better vintage than what she'd normally steal for herself) is nudged towards brynn. ❛ still, it's not all so grim and wicked and dour, is it? you see more of the world than i ever will, brynn. ❜ her palm cups her chin, a light hum following. ❛ surely there's more of it than just the monsters, than all that horror? something that doesn't require either of those pretty blades? ❜

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* 𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖒 , endless edits / ACT II

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huge fan of when people are like "its canon that [x]" when in reality its just a half-baked headcanon desperate to prove a point

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all my threads rn? glorious.