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[thornedlamb]

Companion Dark Urge from Baldur's Gate 3

A study in...

ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ; ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ; ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴠs ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ; ᴄᴜʟᴛ ɪɴᴅᴏᴄᴛʀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ; ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴠs ᴄʜᴀᴏs ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ; ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ; ᴄʜᴀʀɪsᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ; ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ; canon relevant triggering concepts, abuse of nearly every kind(towards him, formerly), death, gore, durge and bhaalcest etc.

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art by philonob

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Looked at images of my son and.... missing him TuT

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For permission, he did not ask—not truly. No, it was more a question of understanding—where the lines were drawn. A world where it was acceptable to threaten their life for less, where blood painted walls and floor all the time. And often, it was acceptable, even heroic. While at other times? It was in poor taste, apparently. To some people, at least.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"I don't really feel insulted by some bug squeaking... it's more about the general sentiment," ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Sirius explained, eyeing the stranger, who was slowly raising a hand like a student at school, trying to get a word in.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"Shush! Before I truly squash you like an insect!" ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎A hissed warning—the stranger wasn't worth more. His hand ran through the white locks framing his face, a heavy sigh falling from his lips.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"Will you run along now? Else I might not just kill you but pluck out your limbs first, watching how you crawl around with only one of them..." ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎Ennui overtook his voice, and as the human slowly backed away, teal flames focused on Lithos again.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎"I hate it when they first boast like they’re worth a fight, only to then tuck their tails in like kicked puppies. Simply ruins the mood, doesn't it?"

Lithos looks to Sirius, cocking an eyebrow at the tiefling. Why ask him? It wasn't as though he needed his permission to do as he pleased. Unless he was trying to gauge whether killing them counted as the 'evil' thing to do or not. Which frankly he felt was... highly relative.

"You could make an argument either way. Personally I feel this decision is more in your hands than mine, given they were insulting tieflings. Do you think they should be able to walk away?" The Shadar-Kai were... not strong decision makers, frankly it wasn't in their nature. They lived to take orders, they lived to serve and they lived to be weapons. Anything outside of that was met with indifference, and frankly it wasn't like he hadn't done worse than kill a few racists in his life. Not to mention he very much didn't subscribe to the 'you're only proving them right' kind of mentality.

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How does one get back to writing? I am a bit lost sOB

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So after tragedy hit, work hit me and then… Monster hunter Wilds… which I‘d LOVE to kinda mash together with bg3/other fantasy stuff

The dynamic between hunter and guild representative is chef kiss

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@fortunefeather liked for a tiny little starter

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"What color do you bleed?"‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎there was no threat in his voice, rather a curiosity tinted with naivety. Not even wondering if a question like that could be rude.

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@fellbless liked for an itty bitty starter

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, can we kill them or not?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, arms crossed, sneering at the humans who dared to insult him and his companions. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I mean, they were rude... We’ve killed others for less before—like trying to rob us or even just threatening us with violence. I’d say calling us racial slurs is a threat too, right?”

His tail whips sharply, the sneer twisting into a grin full of dangerous anticipation. Teal flames burned brightly, his glare searing into the round ears.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I just can’t tell where the line is... when we stay our hands and when we go all out...”

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Tiny lil starter call? So I can try to get back into the groove?

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Tiny lil starter call? So I can try to get back into the groove?

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ Echo of the Devoured

Death sees who you were, who you are. You are bare and open like a book do Death.

And so Sirius, made of death's flesh, holds a semblance of that ability. Devouring pieces of a dead body will open up the memories of the departed. And he can choose which chapters to immerse himself in. Reliving those memories like his own.

In the past, that were happy memories of his victims. Living through their most beautiful moments. Addicted to it, as his life was one with few joys besides the killing of others.

But while he can openly choose the memories of the deceased, if tasting the flesh or blood of a living person, he can still share their memories. Then, consent must be given by the person, and they choose which one he sees. This can even be forced on him through the devouring of blood or flesh.

He forgot that skill like many things, until his Urges push him over the edge and he tastes a corpse's flesh/blood, or in the case of getting blood into his mouth by chance.

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These hands can kill // These hands can heal

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ASK | BIO | RULES | VERSES | HEADCANONS

Some people survive in chaos, and that is how they grow. Some people thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know.

Werewolf/Tiefling BG3 OC Penned by Ivy (25+). 21+ & Mutuals Only. Selective & Private.

[thornedlamb]

Companion Dark Urge from Baldur's Gate 3

A study in...

ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ; ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ; ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴠs ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ; ᴄᴜʟᴛ ɪɴᴅᴏᴄᴛʀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ; ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴠs ᴄʜᴀᴏs ; ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴀᴍʙ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀ ; ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ; ɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ; ᴄʜᴀʀɪsᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ ; ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ; canon relevant triggering concepts, abuse of nearly every kind(towards him, formerly), death, gore, durge and bhaalcest etc.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎THORNEDLAMB || CARRD || RULES |

art by philonob

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎☆:｡ open starter ｡:☆ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎��‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏ ‎— sirius moving during battle to protect your muse from harm

Metallic clang and a bloody stench filled the air. Sirius moved amidst the chaos of battle, like a dancer moving to a silent and deadly waltz.

A sudden motion — a blade gleaming in the flickering light, its deadly arc sweeping toward companion fighting just a few steps away. Their presence had been like a fleeting shadow in his periphery until now. But the blade’s deadly intent was clear.

He moved. His body twisted and surged forward, a blur of leather and steel intercepting the blade with a sharp, visceral impact. Pain lanced through his side as the weapon bit deep, slicing flesh and scraping bone. Blow’s force sent him staggering into his companion, and together they toppled. The ground crumbled beneath them, world tilted violently as they tumbled down an uneven slope, dirt and jagged stones tearing at their skin. In seconds, they slammed into a hollow at the base, the chaos of battle muffled above, leaving only the pounding of blood in his ears.

They lay there — for a moment — gasping, the pain sharp and immediate. Hand hovered over the wound, slick with blood, and for a moment Sirius simply stared, disoriented. This wasn’t right. He was a bringer of death—a shadow cast by carnage. And yet, his body had moved on its own, driven by some instinct he didn’t recognize.

The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the distant clash of steel above. He had chosen a side—Minthara’s side—and every step with the group of mostly good hearted heroes had been a calculated march toward betrayal. And yet here he was, standing between one of them and death. Another attempt to free himself of the puppeteer that was trying to control him? A subconscious performance to still keep his mask in place? The voice in his mind—the one that urged him to kill, to carve his will into the bones of others — was silent with punishing disappointment.

He dragged himself upright, knees trembling, the ache in his side radiating with every movement. Hand pressing against the wound, barely holding back the blood.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎"We need to get back up... can’t have the others have all the fun alone…" ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ a crooked grin, betrayed by a agonized cough, forcing him to turn his gaze away again.

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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

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Sirius, God of Redemption AU haunts me. Because even in life dioes he want to redeem everyone, (to prove himself it is possible for him). But as God, when I think a domain is partly like a possession? Oh guy would be the one Good God with lots of toxic relationships to evil beings (Gods, Archfey, Devils etc) cause well maybe he can redeem them lol