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" i got your shirt all bloody. " // sol 🐕

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff 

he hadn't even really noticed at first,   concerned more with having been too slow to determine the threat to her and with the adrenaline of a fight still shuddering in his limbs and heart.   but now,   at the end of it,  her remark threw him.  he could not help wonder how many desired to have one girl dead.   and she behaved as if it were normal?  

“you need not concern yourself with that,”   he said bemusedly.  he pretended not to notice though he did indeed feel the damp of blood clinging to fabric,  front dyed an even darker shade of crimson.  his red eyes looked over her discerningly instead,  noting the slash in her side and blood flowering into fabric.  slowly,  ensuring the gesture was not unwelcome,  he touched a hand to her shoulder and uttered the incantation to a healing evocation.  he was no healer,   of course;   whatever he could give was not much. “i can manage more,  if it is what you need.”

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the way lex initially wouldn’t know that the feywild has an effect on human memory so he would assume first he was likely cursed or being toyed with by a fey ;__;

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dragons brushing against rock faces + spending hours laying in lakes to clean off their scales send tweet

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receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself (reversed, Hartley/Sol)

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff 

he couldn't even find it in himself to be surprised.   the taste of copper lingered in his mouth.  he knew the feel of it,  blood only half-dried clinging to and flaking over his jaw and face,   spattered over his torso.  he groaned at the first rays of sun in his eyes and ran a hand back through his hair,  mind immediately racing to take stock of where he was,  racking his memory to discern what he had done.   he recognized a faint rush of water,   the creek that fed towards the inn by less than a kilometer.  he'd thought it a better place for the animal to break free than elsewhere,  and as predicted it had escaped his attempts at restraint.  he could not recall if the blood he tasted and the blood that spattered him was human or beast.  like the gossamer strands of a dream he could recall only faint remnants,   like the snap of branches beneath all fours or blur of trees or an intoxicating echo of lust for chase.

muttering curses beneath his breath and lowering his eyes beneath the creeping sun,  he gingerly started to make his way back.  his own relief when it seemed no one was around,   when he noted his clothes were undisturbed,  ached like a knife twist. with no small twinge of disgust he glanced at the murky water.  he could bathe properly when he was finished.  even dressed,  caked with something (or someone) else's blood he would be sooner driven away or worse. he did not even have the energy to cast a less-bloody illusion on himself.  he hesitated only a moment before padding into the shallow water,   then started to desperately rinse the dried blood from his hair and face with the sandy water.  he winced at the distateful stench of algae and fish.

the sound of a branch snapping plunged him from his unpleasant thoughts,   replacing it with something closer to fear.  (he should have known;   the water was used for other things and it was early enough for most humans to start their days;   how was he to explain this;   should he bother with pretty,   desperate words;   should he lunge like a beast and descend upon whomever and   ----)   it did not much alleviate when he thrashed around and recognized the elf.  “this is not   ....”   fuck,   he thought.  one indignity was not enough,   it seemed.  he could not even find it in himself to care if she had been trying to find him,  or if she had been simply going about her own business and he was unlucky.  eyes low,  he half turned away from her,  despondently continuing to scrape at his skin and silvered hair.  “fine.  fuck you.  i have no idea what i am doing.”

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so i'm reading the crystal shard. it's going great. i go to order streams of silver. 8 dollar mass market paperback is sold for over 50. lmao lol. but great news! streams of silver being reprinted in september! for 18 dollars! bc who wants a cheap mass market paperback when we can have a 20 dollar paperback instead amirite?

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love how many ppl tell sol to shut up and accept help like yeah he’s just difficult on purpose

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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❝ i’d tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. ❞ Freya @ sol

BALDUR’S GATE 3 STARTERS (PART 2)

“now i know i can be a little    ----”   well,   a lot   “----   argumentative.”   if he was difficult,   however,   he swore it was because he was trying to keep them all alive.   but arguing about his more unpleasant traits was neither here nor there.   “but,   come,   do you think i cause trouble with these harpers when we need them?”   

since he had nearly brawled with the high harper only few hours earlier,   he hoped that she would not answer that.   he did not give the druid a chance,   continuing,   “i give the blacksmith my swords and look around the perimeter,  and perhaps have a drink or two.  no trouble to be found.”  was that so difficult to believe?

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i take back what i said abt how post bg3 sol could be a very well paid pissed off bodyguard he would actually be a very 'thank lolth i'm not getting the shit beaten out of me regularly anymore lol' guard 🐺 who can mind his manners if you pay him well enough

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alas,   for the curiosity of wizards knew few bounds.  the quickest way to get one to do something was to tell them not to do it.  “what's the worst that could happen?”   lex asked.   “not that i'm really the type to play necromancer   ...”

『 &. @starlyht . / ❤'d 』

'    I'm    gonna    give    you    some    ADVICE,    never    open    a    book    of    necromancy.' 

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❝ you startled me. i…i was miles away. ❞ // sol! 🐕

BALDUR’S GATE 3 STARTERS (PART 2)

he could see that;   she'd practically jumped out of her skin when he lifted his voice to speak.   he did not speak such a thing,   of course,   nor feel the need to make any show of sarcasm or scorn   ---   or speak what could be construed as such.   “i ought to have made myself more readily known,”  he responded slowly,  apologetically.  he moved in closer,   taking her response as permission.  he hadn't even been trying to be silent.  he'd scarcely ever seen a creature so enthralled in her own thoughts.  what could trouble her so? 

“i was going to say   ...”    he extended a hand,   holding out two sealed letters.  “the   ...”   hells,   what was it called?   “innkeep said these came for you a couple of hours past.”   and had been a right damned prick about it.  but she didn't need to know that.

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❝ you have to know who i was. you have to know who i really am. ❞ // sol (last one i prommy)

BALDUR’S GATE 3 STARTERS (PART 2)

he ill liked the sound of her words,   cryptic as they were.   nonetheless,   she piqued his curiosity;   he tilted his head,  garnet eyes meeting hers with interest as he tried to consider her posture for hint of emotion.   nothing much surprised him anymore,   really,   anyway.   what was left after fighting constructs and illithids,   or having mind and body warped by a werebeast's bite?  

“nothing i do not already know?”   the sellsword mused.   regardless of her   ...   quirks,   just a girl really,  wasn't she?  at the end of the day, what else?  “or should know?”  as if he was one to fucking talk. 

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drow elves can innately cast darkness but can’t actually see through it is so ??? to me 😂

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very cute when my students say i’m amazing or the best prof they’ve had !!!! but baby did you have to misgender me in the same breath ☠️

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if i respond to things sent weeks or months ago mind your business (or don’t mind your business, i respond still out of love) 🐑 🐑 🐑

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❝ i thought you a hunter. wrong. you’re prey - small. snivelling. pathetic. ❞[ for sol. ]

BALDUR’S GATE 3 STARTERS (PART 2)

sol’rys scoffed.

(but she was right, wasn’t she?   pathetic,   desperate,   submissive,   swift to grovel to whoever may be of aid,  afraid.   he was no more than a cornered animal scrabbling for anything it could to free itself,  a desperate and weak creature pretending to be far stronger than it was.  it was simply her audacity and scorn which surprised him.)

“i am not a dog,”   he said softly,   recovering his venom.  his eyes were red and cold as gems.  forget that he had asked,   then.  “i will not be spoken to like one.  just say that you are useless to me without the insult.”

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∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . (@ Sol'rys)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .

he must have drifted off,  it seemed,  lulled by the crackle of flame even as he busied himself with cleaning his swords.  his posture,  usually perfectly straight,  drooped.  his head sank low and his breaths slowed.  for a time,  all is silent,  peaceful.

the touch and weight of something around his shoulders,  however, sprang him from his stillness.  with a rush of fear and adrenaline he recoiled and twisted around.  face to face with her,  meeting those dark eyes (so unusual on another drow,  he thought,  so dark) and glancing at the cloth draped over his shoulders it took only a few shaky breaths to realize.

he did not know if he ought to apologize or grovel at her for startling,   or snarl at her for waking him.   he never knew what his place was with drow who did not worship the spider queen. instead,   flatly,  he said,    “well,   now i am awake.”