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@0euvr | asked: a form of porcelain / large body laid out upon a chaise lounge under the gentle rays of sunlight that comes in through the near floor to ceiling windows. a satin chemise chosen for the presentation, the rich red falling over alcina's curves. an enchanting model for the artist.

Orin's fingers gripped the delicate brush's handle a bit too tightly, her hold more suitable for PINCHING A NERVE 'til it simply burst from the strain. There was a tingle of delicious pain at her finger tips from the pressure and the changeling sharpened their focus on that pricking. That sensation was preferable to sink into rather than the sight before them ; the MOST ENTICING VISION of the lady of the castle. Draped so gracefully across the meticulously crafted chemise ( which beauty was PUT TO SHAME in comparison to the woman atop of it ), the lady seemed so lovely her presence burst from the confines of her body. Orin was certain that one of those razor sharp nails would flick its throat, blood would flood her mouth and it would feel similar to the way its mouth WATERED AT THE SIGHT OF HER.

Art, which often comes all too naturally to them, seemed JUST OUT OF ITS GRASP right then. The lady seemed too ethereal, too haunting to be captured by a mere brush and canvas. At least not by the hand of Orin. Orin could create the most macabre of violence, as awe worth as it was stomach twisting. It is what these hands were bent and broken for, to perfectly exact the will of the Dreadlord. And ANY PURSUIT out of slicing and gouging was not within Bhaal's wishes but especially any form of passion. Passion of music, passion of theatrics, passion of art as well. All of them were FULLY CONSUMED by Bhaal, every sinew had a hook sunk in to puppet every part of their every breath and every killing. Don't waste any time crafting anything. Only rushed back alley stabbings would do, no need to twist the blade 'round the intestines to YANK from heated belly. The ground was only to be stained in his name in blood, any innards SQUELCHING onto the ground plopping in a pathetic heap was a WASTE. Why build them to be a perfect sadist then discourage it ???

Orin's brow furrowed in displeasure at the unpleasant memories and questions, brush pressing against the canvas. It was red, Orin was beginning with the lady's most inviting mouth, one of the features which drew her in from the VERY BEGINNING. Always curled in a knowing, resplendent grin. Always encouraging them to draw ever closer, forget the carnage which it had knew ALL OF ITS YEARS and indulge in a violence of DESIRE AND NEED. The lady had shown her how to tangle oneself, every nerve every vein every bone in a way that did not require ANY FORCE whatsoever bloody all the same.

The changeling took a steadying breath to calm all the passion and need swirling within itself. Batting WILDLY against the confines of ridcage, cracking one curled bone one at a time in an attempt to free itself. To FLY to the vampress and burrow deep deep deep within and reamin there FOREVER. " We did not consider how utterly distracting you are when we decided on this course, " Orin murmured as it began to slowly drag the brush over the canvas. A knife, slicing through flesh and giving way to that BRILLIANT CRIMSON. The crimson which was now and forever HERS. Blood, paint, desire. All Lady Dimitrescu's.

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Orin pouted at its utter refusal to engage with the dance most piggies PRIMED FOR THE SLAUGHTER would and ought to. The lack of fear, the way it cut through any attempts on Orin's part to harvest that fear. Fists clenched around the dagger Bhaal entrusted to his chosen, nails fiercely digging into the flesh of their palms as frustration seared through her. This sacrifice WAS NOT WORTHY to bleed out on the stones of Bhaal's temple, to choke on its blood as the last bit of life seeped out pathetically from her flesh. They ought to SLIT her throat here, surely some of the blood would soak into the stone and would manage to trickle into the Dreadlord's maw.

The changeling took a steadying breath. Despite her misgivings, Bhaal had made himself perfectly clear. It was to die in the temple, stone in hand to assert his children's SUPERIORITY TO EVERY LIVING THING IN BALDUR'S GATE. " A challenge, you could say. I won't slice your pet just yet. I want Gortash's HEAD and his stone in exchange. "

        “in order to be brave, one typically has to be frightened first.” and while it did initially startle her to find that the one she thought was lae'zel was not, in fact, the githyanki warrior, none of that shows in rita's countenance. “so you have her kept underground somewhere?” she sighs, waving a hand. “i have little love for riddles and games. why have you come?” 

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He was LOSING SIGHT OF THINGS. It was oh so painfully obvious to Orin ( and seemingly Orin alone ) that Bhaal's favorite's neck had a rope wrapped 'round it. It was only a matter of time before the SHOVE came and they fell down down down until the snap of the rope, the SNAP of the neck. It would be the lordling who coiled the noose, Bane's favorite little pawn. How a soul in the Dreadlord's ranks, but especially the flesh Bhaal crafted with his BLOOD DRENCHED hands, fall for such poorly crafted fantasies ??? Though every sheep followed Bhaal's chosen so very closely that they could SMELL the sulfur clinging to his organs within. How it GRATED on its nerves, whiddling away at the sinews until the tissue beneath was SCARRED beyond recognition.

" The little tyrant has curled his fingers and THRUST his nails deep into your FLESH, blood-kin, " they spat the words at him, any thought of holding in the venom dripping from her words banished from her skull. Without the watchful eye of ALL WHO FELL TO THEIR KNEES ( no regard for the dirt and harsh stone of the temple nor the scabs which would litter their flesh ) at the mere breath of his name, Orin had no concern.

" How THIN your skin is that his hooks can grasp your muscle to make you dance to his tune so. " Tone SOFTENED, more regret filled than spite coated now.

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" Oh !!! How BRAVE it is !!! Bones so very strong to keep a spine SO TRUE !!! Tell me, little piggy, if I were to tear the pink flesh of your back and remove but one vertebrae would you buckle ??? Would you fall and cut your hands on the JAGGED GRAVEL of the street ??? Maybe then you will hear the CRIES FOR HELP of your dear pet so close to the earth. "

↪ memes / accepting!

@murdershaped said: “why would you lie to me?”

                                        { ROLL PERFORMANCE: 17 + 9 = 26 }

        if she's frightened or intimidated, neither is evident. she stands with her fingers laced together before her, head tilted slightly with an expression of mild distaste, as she gazes upon the chosen of bhaal. “you're right. i think it would be better for us both to get straight to the point. so—” amrita pauses. “what have you done with lae'zel?”

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I have literally been doing halloween stuff all month and my lovely gf has been so helpful with all of it so I’ll be over there cooking dinner for her this next week basically everyday SJSJSJ I may bring my laptop and write but obviously spending time with her is always my priority thanks everyone for being patient with me

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@palespawn | asked: ❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

Of all of those who traveled with the weapon, the vampire was a personal favorite of the changeling. It was vampires, much like those who followed Bhaal, who were FORCED underground. As the fleshbags above walked over the stone roads, WRIGGLING AND CRAWLING on the unmarred ground as maggots picked and prodded at a rotting carrion, they lived beneath. FORCED to retreat due to their nature, DESPISED by those whose bellies were oh too sensitive for even a drop of blood. The lining of mucuous 'round the viscera there was easily dissipated at the first sign of a PRICK of a finger. Pathetic, the lot of them. Merely fodder for the Dreadlord, an appetizer for the vampires, ONLY GOOD FOR THE BLEEDING.

Mouth WATERED at the mere thought of rivers of sanguine pouring down its throat. The warmth of the crimson filling them all through their abdomen, mixing and congealing with their own innards. FUELING them, becoming inseparable from its own fluids. The only creatures outside of Bhaalists that could understand was the vampire. They would never know the satisfaction the rest of a body's insides could bring the palate, how WHOLE one could feel after every limb had been butchered for the tasting. Though they were certain that he hadn't heard their macabre, blood soaked thoughts, Orin chose to believe he knew exactly what titillated its appetite.

Distracted, she was just so very distracted.

" How DELICIOUS would vampire flesh be ??? " they asked idly, mouth curling into a sinister smile. Blade was raised before Orin's corpse colored eyes, the changeling considered it with a sadistic glee as it imagined how the dagger would look coated with his insides. To harvest it, to taste it would be EXHILARATING beyond measure. " Shall we take a CUT and share, vampire ??? "

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i was meant to be someones spoiled and mischievous house cat

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Demi Moore as Elisabeth Sparkle — The Substance (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat

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Excision (2012) dir. Richard Bates Jr.

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@sangreprince | asked: ❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

To be seen is to have one's belly SLIT open. Orin felt the wound unfold to give away to its most private of parts, first the crimson seeped through the striation. Pouring down pale stomach, then down down down to the floor. The truth of the changeling pooled there, growing WIDER AND WIDER until the sanguine puddle reached to him. Desperate and all too forthcoming, waiting to sink into whatever part of him it could. And when that mortification wasn't enough, intestines BURST FORTH. Everything making them up plopping and squelching in a viscus pile. Orin needed to gather it all back up, COLLAPSE to her knees and gather the unspooling tangles of their innards. Cover it all, conceal it all, get it out of sight away from his eyes.

Obsidian stained lips set in a thin line, brows pulling together DEFYING his observation in a petulant display. " Try, try, try just to end rolling around in the muck. Rolling until limbs TANGLE, bones wrapping around themselves, sinews tearing until SNAP goes the bone. There is nothing I try for, foolish piggy. " There was a gleam in his eye which GRATED ON ITS NERVES, something which all of his time baring witness to the world has not rid him of. This misguided belief that there could be something BETTER was plain in the way he spoke to her. What was meant to be a boon was enough to convince Orin to pay not a word of his any heed. It would sooner reach into their ears, delving and digging until her nails found what deciphered the sounds leaving his lips into words. SCRAP, CRUSH, CUT until the was no way for him to reach her.

" I could TRY to dice your body with my blade until there was NOTHING LEFT for even the maggots and flies to pick at. Peel your skin, FLAY you to get at the meat beneath. How to rid of it ??? I could crush it, squeeeeeeeeze the juices out until it was putty in my hands. The meat and blood would be OH SO DIFFICULT to scrub from beneath my nails and every second of trying would remind me just how STUBBORN YOU ARE. "

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big fan of characters with abandonment + attachment issues so profound that they leave claw marks in everything they touch but would sooner gnaw off their own leg than admit they just want someone to stay for once. in a totally normal well adjusted and not at all projecting way of course.

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i got taco bell without you. loser.

just u wait until my father hears about this

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i’m just sitting at work but when i’m home i’ll reply to my ims and properly go through all the stuff i missed the past few months including inactives n stuff but yeah. expect woe upon the dash via orin tn more than likely

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&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜

❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜

❛ i have time for this. ❜

❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜

❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜

❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜

❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜

❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜

❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜

❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜

❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜

❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜

❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜

❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜

❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜

❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜

❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜

❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜

❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜

❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜

❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜

❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜

❛ never too late to start over. ❜

❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜

❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜

❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜

❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜

❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜

❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜

❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜

❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜

❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜

❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜

❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

❛ you good? ❜

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜

❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜

❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜

❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜

❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜

❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜

❛ you could do this without me. ❜

❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜

❛ you make me better at this. ❜

❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜

❛ how's the wine? ❜

❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜

❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜

❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜

❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜

❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜

❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜

❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜

❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜

❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜

❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜

❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜

❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜

❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜

❛ i fucking love you! ❜

❛ you fucking need me. ❜

❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜

❛ i love you, chef. ❜

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if u look at orin's skin u can see there are v subtle almost green sparkle sparkles esp on her neck do u guys know what this means??????

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thinking a lot about how minthara and orin are so similar yet so different and their differences are what they hate most abt themselves and yeah…… Yeahhh

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hi new oomfs <3 feel free to like or IM for my discord and i'll be around to plot tmrw afternoon i have to get some rest tonight though <3 <3 <3