#thyknife

[vampyrictus]

Astarion listens in silence, but the smile he wears betrays quiet knowing. The point of his knife is pressed into his knee as he idly turns and turns and turns his blade 'round as the shadows of their dying fire streak across his face. For once, this wasn't his doing! Ah, but he's seen the corpses that would sometimes impede their path — drawing from them all a curious horror — before callously searching the bodies and moving on. A goblin warband was often the cause, but in Lae'zel's own words: ' The efficiency is too precise for any hack-bladed goblin. '

❝ Oh, I don't know… I think we'll be fine. One of the few perks of keeping dangerous company. ❞ Astarion palms his blade, sliding it into the sheathe at his side before standing to his full height. Thumbs hook into his belt as he scans the dark edges of their camp, drawing breath deep into his chest as if to smell something distinct on the air. ❝ It wouldn't be too wise to move ever time we encounter a vicious animal. Best to kill it and be done with it, no? ❞

@thyknife / cont.

[scarbound]

he's sneaked off into the underbrush to take a seat by the river , toes barely touching the moving water , a reminder of how far he's come and how weird his situation is . there was a time in recent past he wouldn't have been able to even do this much with running water and he's trying to figure out why he's in such a hurry to go back to that . he could sneak off into the shadows again , refuse to help take away the parasite . it might extend his time in the sun , his days of dragging his toes against the shore .

but it would mean that gale wouldn't come back , wouldn't it ?

as aloof as he seemed , he cared more than he let on . he may have blown up at camp , pretended he was frustrated with no one catching it before that murdering bitch made it known . but in truth ? he's scared . he hadn't signed on for this ... for shapeshifters and bhaal worshippers . he'd been prepared to face cazador but now ? now there were more things to be afraid of than a vampire that went bump in the night . he shouldn't have to worry about anything other than his own hide and yet ...

" in these times , all we can trust are the blades in our hands . " he hears @thyknife approach before he speaks , the footsteps giving him away long before his voice reaches astarion's ears . he freezes , toes ceasing their movement in the water as he turns his head towards him .

he's quiet for a moment , regarding a'byssel . he's right and astarion knows it . he's let his guard down , has believed in each and every person in the party without question . a mistake he won't be making again . " sometimes i wonder if we can even trust those . what if they're cursed or planted or something else ridiculous ? we've spent so long just wandering about without considering any of the consequences . how many people have we told about whatever it is we're doing ? we've been reckless . "

[n1ghtwarden]

rest evades the night warden most days - it is impossible to do so when she knows she is so close to her goal; and so far from it. while minthara had only begun to become accustomed to days and nights in the surface - it all looked the same to her from within her make-shift office; the hours bleeding into each other until all became one. she must continue - must. had to. there was no other option; failure would not be tolerated. you will obey. obey. obey. I WILL NOT BE DENIED. her eye twitches - bleary; wincing at the sound of footsteps she has come to know these past few months - less welcome than the foolish goblins who surrounded her with useless prattle at any given moment.

" true soul, have you any news to report? " she cannot hide the exasperation that seeps into her tone; clipped and commanding - a woman who is not only used to power, but comfortable with wielding it. it's been too long; minthara knows - too long out in the putrid lowlands and the bright glades - too long wasting precious resources that were finite. " you have been here some time, and yet it seems as though the goblins are doing more to further our cause than you. " the general, she knows, is growing restless - so is the night warden. though she cannot deny the pleasure serving the absolute brings - exalted in blood and carnage; knives to throats and the screams of those who had yet to know her loving embrace - she'd screamed too, before the gift. the gift. the gift. the memory remains fogged, faded at the edges. she had screamed. perhaps in exaltation; perhaps only for a moment - but she was free, now, wasn't she? free to serve the absolute - and her voice pulses within minthara's head as surely as the gift within her wriggles and writhes. NOT FINISHED YET. YET.

her eyes burn when she lifts them from the map she's marked - notes and theories and what ifs - staring up at @thyknife with a gaze that burns colder than a winter's night. suspicion, irritation - she had been chosen for this. handpicked by the absolute's most favoured; adored and feared - her blade, her sword. so why send him? did they doubt her, after all the night warden's faithful service? there had been no communication from moonrise about his coming - and though it was not minthara's place to ask ( or her place to doubt ) - a part of her does. foolish. foolish. foolish.

" i do not have time for your -" a pause; her hand gesturing helplessly near her gaunt face, expression pinched with displeasure. " - chatter today. "

[murdershaped]

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" Ohhhh, I know THAT look. " An accusatory finger pointed in the direction of its sibling as a giggle poured from Orin's obsidian stained mouth. " The lordling's words are tum-tumbling through your WORM INFESTED BRAIN, aren't they ??? "

How it grated on the changeling's nerves to know that the likes of Bane's Chosen could entangle their slaughter kin SO VERY EASILY. Even now with the memories out of reach, Gortash found a way to twist the blade of his PRETTY LIES. It was those lies which finally brought the curve of Orin's blade through the back of its skull when she ought to have carved out its heart instead. Then Orin would never have to fret about Gortash's sway over their kin.

[refabled]

@thyknife : continued from here.

to be fair, meadow isn't entirely sure what brought the words on. but the time spent with a'byssel hasn't been unpleasant. not in the least, actually. so what seems a natural end to their short-lived companionship ( though, somehow, she doubted he'd call it that ) has her hesitant to part ways just yet.

she blinks owlishly at his response, before a soft laugh escapes. ❝ right. that- that's funny. ❞ she doesn't entirely think he's joking, but the thought isn't as disturbing as it once may have been. and meadow's instincts may be off, but she's almost certain that's a yes in his language. ❝ let's hope not. i quite like my eyes, and I would like to see you again. though... I hope you know I meant it a little more figuratively. it's been nice getting to know you. ❞

her head tilts, reaching up to brush back a wayward lock of deep red. her eyes shimmer with gentle amusement. ❝ so... does that mean I can? ❞

[9hels-a]

🖤 Out of curiosity

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[emfyredarchived]

♡ @thyknife

𝕱ingertips dance along the curve of her neck, absentmindedly trailing the infernal seared into her skin. it might be smarter to cover it - as she does with her eye. marked for damnation, a devils claw had struck her and bound her to him with blood. the infernal was just another leash, a brand. sveva recalls the creature who made a pact with her - he had been sitting upon a throne, eyes hidden, a devilish smile with sharp teeth, and sharp black horns. a name was never mentioned but one could feel the power emanating from this creature. there is a sickening feeling in her stomach as she wakes. he wants the souls that were promised - those who are on her kill list marked by the tattoo.

the river before her is calm and peaceful. if only they could stay here and pretend like nothing was wrong, but sveva had two strikes against her. the damn tadpole and her impatient patron. she is so lost in thought that she doesn't notice anyone's arrival. a few moment pass before she feels him. it becomes difficult to ignore the heat coming from him.

head turns as she scrambles to pull her collar up. she doesn't know if he can read infernal, but she doesn't want to risk it. ❝ are we heading out? ❞ she inquires, dark circles underneath her eyes. last night the dreams had been quite vivid and did not let her find rest. ❝ i would say it may be better if i stay here and rest, but i cannot sit idle unfortunately. my patron demands certain things of me. . . ❞ a pause as she looks back towards the water. ❝ have you ever enjoyed killing someone? not a bandit or a villain who attacks you, but someone innocent. how do you deal with the consuming guilt? ❞

[faereun]

'are you going to be this much fun all day?' / @thyknife

an unimpressed expression furrows the warlock's brow; she surveys a'byssel with a hardened gaze.   'this is not fun  —  this is sacred. this carnage is my birthright,'   ilsa explains simply, gesturing to the slit throat and the blood - let body beneath her. ever since kelemvor had forsaken her, and light had been shed on her true origins, she'd been working tirelessly toward her new goal. that goal which is still murky to her, clouded by a thick HAZE OF KILL - LUST only further encouraged by her maker: bhaal, lord of murder. she swears she still knows why she's gathering souls, tying up all of these little lifelines into a complicated knot  —  she will revenge herself upon the gods who'd made such a mockery of her. ilsa bends down at the knee, crouching in front of the [ so meticulously - maimed ] being she'd sliced through without so much as a second thought. she pauses.  ' … though if you find my methods 'fun', i suppose i cannot fault you. i do murder with a certain … precision.'

[weavewilled]

@thyknife inquired: “ The cast iron has more uses in your hands than mine, I’d only know how to kill something with it. “

THE WIZARD —— OR CAMP COOK, BY ANY OTHER NAME — DOESN’T EVEN BOTHER TO HIDE HIS DELIGHT. " Hah! Yes, indeed. It would be a shame to use such a finely crafted thing to murderous ends. " He takes it, and —— woof, okay, it’s heavy. Heavy enough that he has some kind of regret about taking it on, but, well. He only has to make it to camp with it, right? 

( —— perhaps a side-conversation soon with Karlach, along with some promises of making some of her particular favorites first, is in order. ) 

But: his cookware in camp is decidedly lacking, often having to make do with makeshift wares, and he’s certainly determined enough to suffer a little while for his art. " Perhaps if we dig around in here long enough, " he says, with a little grin — honestly he hasn’t been this thrilled since they found a little laboratory with some fascinating books —— " we can stock an entire kitchen, just about, for however much of a pain it would be to have to move it. Ah, then I could really make us some decent meals —— " 

[illholy]

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█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     i will always love you ⤿ @thyknife.

* trips and accidentally kisses you on the mouth with tongue also. *

[drowish]

Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List, still accepting ! expect slow responses.

@thyknife asked: Where can your Tav be recruited?  Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region?  Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

orion is indeed recruitable in act one, just not in the nautiloid region. he and his half sister, both infected upon the nautiloid, 𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 it in favor for finding a way back to baldur's gate and civilization. this of course leads them to the githyanki & flaming fist's interaction just before the mountain pass, where instead of meeting an NPC, your tav would meet the siblings instead; your worm meeting theirs and sharing in their memories of the crash, and their lives prior to the nautiloid. the siblings will join you if asked, and if you do so choose to pick a fight with the githyanki below, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

[n1ghtwarden]

@thyknife replied to your post “It’s because he has insomnia and this is middle of...”:

<3 he didnt know she cared so much <333

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[rejectlegacy]

@thyknife // CONT. from ( x )

There's an anger bubbling within his core. It's like an ever-lingering brew waiting for one last increase of heat to force it to bubble over. Their companion's words crank up the heat within them until it boils over and then some. "You're an ungrateful shit pile of a person," he growls, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Do us both a favor and if you decide to bleed out, bleed out in a ditch so I don't have to go through the inconvenience of burying you." Muttering one last 'asshole' under his breath, he rises from his chair, intent on leaving.

[herspawn]

[ cont. from here // @thyknife ]

A lot of things had been told to Ivy but this one was a first. The other more concerned about the weight of the jewels and coin instead of just taking it. " ⸻ You trust me to carry it for you? How do you know I won't just run off your with new found haul? " Not that she would, she just had to question why so trusting.

This lead to the second thought she had, the possible compliment. It wasn't every day someone told you that you had a face fit to wear precious stones. Even when she personally knew she had a layer of dirt and probably didn't smell the best. " Flattery aside, I will carry it for you. If you want it back, you will be able to have it back. " Might end up missing one of the those, as payment for carrying it of course.

[dxnse-macabre]

@thyknife asked: ❛ I don't mind the sight of blood. ❜

❝ HOW ABOUT A LITTLE BIT OF PAIN ? ❞

the corner of his lips curl upwards in a half-smile.

❝ DARLING , you're already starting to look like the full package deal, honestly. ❞

[peacedomain]

✧  @thyknife  said:

She may. Once.

𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚.

something  neither  𝐀'𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋  nor  elsinael  indulged  into  often.  unbeknownst  to  both,  today  was  meant  to  be  different.

elsinael's  fingers  comb  abby's  hair  gently,  her  nails  scratching  over  the  surface  of  his  scalp.  she  hums  a  melody,  straight  from  her  mind  to  his,  afraid  that  anything  that  escapes  her  lips  could  disturb  this  peaceful  moment.