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I've been putting off posting this but sincerely I've lost interest in tumblr rp 🥲 I likely won't be active on this blog anymore save for some reblogs and using it as an archive, I'm sorry to all those who have waited patiently for replies that didn't come. I still love my characters and hold them dear to my heart, but it's time for me to move on from the rpc.

Feel free to unfollow if you want a clean following list, no hard feelings, and thank you for the positivity and warmth you've all shown me for the past 10 (10!!!) years that i've been rping on tumblr. I'll treasure these memories forever.

If you're still interested in keeping up with me, I'm currently fixated on bg3 and disco elysium and active on my sideblog @elysiicns. I may eventually transfer my fandom-related stuff to here as well since hey, what's the point of having a blog I'm not using.

Thank you so much for all the memories and good times 💖 -- G

[diviinitatis]

I've been putting off posting this but sincerely I've lost interest in tumblr rp 🥲 I likely won't be active on this blog anymore save for some reblogs and using it as an archive, I'm sorry to all those who have waited patiently for replies that didn't come. I still love my characters and hold them dear to my heart, but it's time for me to move on from the rpc.

Feel free to unfollow if you want a clean following list, no hard feelings, and thank you for the positivity and warmth you've all shown me for the past 10 (10!!!) years that i've been rping on tumblr. I'll treasure these memories forever.

If you're still interested in keeping up with me, I'm currently fixated on bg3 and disco elysium and active on my sideblog @elysiicns. I may eventually transfer my fandom-related stuff to here as well since hey, what's the point of having a blog I'm not using.

Thank you so much for all the memories and good times 💖 -- G

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i'm opening commissions!

let me draw your faves kissing or doing things tumblr doesn't like :3

Some clarifications:

Major changes include things like changing the composition of the piece, the pose of the character(s), the placement of elements in the drawing

Minor changes are things like adjusting hand positions, facial expressions, or small outfit elements

If you're interested you can DM here on tumblr, and if you'd like we can move to Discord (which I'll send to you in DMs). Payment is via Paypal, half up front, and half once the final adjustments are made but before the file is given.

3 slots are available!

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holy shit

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to no one's surprise ambrose has developed into a character independent of d'ablo so i'm keeping d'ablo as an rp character on here 😭

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made ambrose in picrew! don't let him do a tarot reading he'll tell you exactly when you'll die

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thinking about ambrose's obsessive tendencies, how he finds something fascinating and picks at it, pulls it apart at the seams, circles around it and observes and catalogues everything about it, storing it in a corner of his mind for future use, never forgotten

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[guy who is trying so hard to not express his suicidal ideation] another day haha. back at it!

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As a vampire, albeit a somewhat untraditional one, it was an easy enough task to integrate himself with the rest of the servants once he got past that damned wall of thorns. Alexander was, after all, a performer first. His role as an assassin came later, much later, a skin that fit perfectly without a single wrinkle, the performance molding and melting into him until it was no longer a role but a state of being, and the blood on his hands a permanent dye.

The stain didn't bother him. He liked his job. It sent him to new places, interesting places, realms like the Moorlands, which oozed magic from their figurative pores. He didn't know what to do with this magic--didn't have a single bit of affinity for it. It would be frustrating, if it didn't come with the surprising benefit of being far less sensitive to its effects than those who could harness it. Still, it seemed like everyone and their mother could do something with it in this damn palace, so Alexander had to pretend.

Fortunately, pretending was just another performance. The worst part about this job was needing to keep his hair a natural color, but that was simply against his nature, so he went with a platinum blonde that constrasted sharply with his black roots and even blacker eyebrows. No one could fault an artist for adding his own personal flare.

He didn't take interest in his rich targets, so this king held his attention only as much as necessary to figure out his routine, his movements, his idiosyncracies and his vulnerabilities. Nothing of note, really, except-- the fool slept unguarded. When Alexander noticed this, he almost laughed. This pointed to one of two things: he was powerful enough to afford that, or cocky enough to believe he could. The odds of the former were high, but there was nothing power could do against an opponent you never saw coming.

So, months into biding his time, he slipped a dagger into his sleeve during the dinner preparations. His true modus operandi was beating the everloving shit out of his targets until they stopped twitching, but he also typically went after people who deserved such a fate. Outside of being a stickler for rules and order, and occasionally blunt to the point of rudeness, the Horned Prince did not deserve the blunt end of Alexander's cane. His death would be swift and mostly painless, the dagger piercing his heart and snuffing him out before he realized what happened to him.

Then, Alexander vanished. He was just as good at passing unnoticed as he was at drawing attention. No one saw him on the grounds, on his way to the prince's chambers. No one saw him climb the trellis to the prince's balcony and quietly swing the door to the room open, then just as silently shut it again. No one saw him draw the blade from his sleeve and feel its heft in its palm.

No one was supposed to see him in here, but the prince clearly hadn't gotten that memo. Alexander saw him stir, and he barely had time to flick the dagger back into its hiding spot. By the time the prince opened his eyes, he'd come up with a cover story, clutching a discarded blanket--shit, this was a robe. Too late. The prince watched him, and Alexander schooled his expression and bowed elegantly, a humble servant. No hint of the assassin beneath his skin.

My lord. He kept his eyes down even as he straightened, robe draped over his forearms. Despite needing to overhaul his previous excuse, he was grateful that the robe was there at all. Just the thought of having to pretend he was in the prince's chambers to seduce him sent a chill up his spine. It would be the easy excuse--the man seemed to sleep in the nude and he was handsome enough to have countless suitors throwing themselves at him--but ease was not a privilege afforded to Alexander.

The weather is turning cold, so I thought you might benefit from an extra layer. He watched the prince through his lashes and put on false contrition, mentally cursing him for waking up. A man of your calibre ought to live in utter comfort, so I took it upon myself to . . . here, he sighed, and peeked up at him sheepishly. Forgive my presumption, your highness. He ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes taking on an anxious sheen. Another role. I beg of you to be merciful in your punishment.

Inside, he dared the prince to dole out a punishment. It'd been a while since Alexander got to enjoy a good bout of hand-to-hand combat.

A Dance of Fate || Maverick & Alexander || @diviinitatis

Maverick stood before an ornate vanity table, adorned with a collection of delicate trinkets and a polished silver mirror. He meticulously removed his regal attire, piece by piece, unveiling the smooth expanse of his dark fae skin. Each garment was carefully folded and set aside by his loyal attendants, awaiting the next day's use.

As the prince disrobed, he reveled in the solitude of his private quarters, the only place where he could truly be himself, free from the demands of his royal responsibilities. The chamber was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting intricate patterns on the walls and reflecting off the polished surfaces.

Maverick approached a lavish four-poster bed, draped in deep velvet curtains that cascaded to the floor. The sheets, as black as a moonless night, were adorned with delicate silver embroidery, an homage to the stars that adorned the sky above.

With deliberate grace, Maverick slipped beneath the covers, his body sinking into the plush mattress. He rested his head upon plump pillows, their softness cradling him in comfort. The prince's eyes fluttered closed and eased his mind.

As Alexander stood before Maverick, his hand poised with the dagger, the dark fae prince's eyes opened, piercing the darkness and meeting the servant's gaze. Maverick's initial surprise quickly transformed into a mischievous smile, as if he sensed something intriguing about the disguised servant.

With an air of coyness, Maverick spoke, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he mused, his tone laced with curiosity. "A servant who moves with such stealth and intent. Tell me, what brings you to my chamber this late hour?"

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DND/bg3 verse for ambrose thoughts:

high moon elf, warlock

Charisma (16)

Intelligence (14)

Constitution (13)

Dexterity (10)

Strength (9)

Wisdom (7)

Basically fiercely smart and very sociable, but also prone to setting things on fire first and asking questions later. is concerningly chill with murder.

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it’s the fate of all blonde men to die a gruesome peculiar hamster-like death

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dorian/d'ablo fluff dropped

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should i post dick size hcs 🤭

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