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where 2 find dami lately: @reapingly & @nohound

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𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞: 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐰𝐚𝐫

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@nohound , my mumu.

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having a rough night, sighs.

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bg3challenge | 1/3 locations | the temple of bhaal

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me : i want a modern verse--- also me, cutting myself off : u wanna write a modern amnesiac former serial killer/cult leader? ( not even beginning to touch on the demigod fact, if im ignoring magic & gods and strictly going for a modern realism verse. ) me @ me : ................... ok i see ur point

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balefire got his face scar from the experimentation done to him below moonrise towers, (edit) as well as a litany of others that also pepper and appear below what is exposed: e.g. his back, arms, and legs are heavily scarred.

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NICHOLAS GALITZINE as George Villiers MARY & GEORGE (2024) · S1·EP4

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↪    CLOSED STARTER  :  starter call located, here !  currently accepting,  expect slow to post.

for @blueheals' : jester lavorre

OATHBREAKER ! balefire's blood deems he be called many things, but that? is the one of them which those around him can understand. the half-elf is an oath broken paladin, and because of that his touch is like decay– the dead are beckoned to his side– and his sword? deals no justice any longer. is he corrupt? balefire can feel the frayed corners of it creeping at the edges of his mind, but no . . . he was born renewed when he awoke upon the nautiloid; this whether he yet realizes or not. so no, he is not corrupt. he is something new as he stands beside jester, the heel of his palm resting on the pommel of his sword; a silent sentinel, a waiting guard dog.

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THESE ARE NOT THE COMPANIONS BALEFIRE WOULD HAVE CHOSEN FOR HIMSELF, at least ... that is what the pulsing ache in his head tells him, whispering in his ear ( alongside the roar of his own blood ) that those beside him were nothing more than bodies for him to strew as he pleased, then toss aside when he was bored. he tries not to listen to it, that demanding, cloying throb in his skull. but as he stares at his hands, kahga's blood long since dried under the nail beds of his finger tips, he finds it harder to do; too reminiscent of the dragonborn's blood coating his palms only nights prior.

" . . . a good idea. " he speaks softly, a sickening tone that makes something in his stomach recoil with nausea. that calling, whatever it was that sceleritas called it . . . it wasn't him despite how it screams that it is, for it couldn't be him— because there was something else in him too, occupying him like a hostel. it about drives him mad, the voices and urges combating each other for control.

if shadowheart could take a look in his head again, as she once had upon the nautiloid, he wouldn't blame her for taking off screaming into the night; bale damn near wishes he could do it himself, but something keeps him anchored here— to this place— to these people— and it's much more than the worm.

through thick lashes he glances towards his ... friend ... and towards the shine of two wine glasses she had procured for them to drink from for the evening. their goblets, though empty for the moment, would likely over fill come nights end. gods, balefire looked forward to a night of thoughtlessness.

... HELPING SNIVELLING REFUGEES WAS NEVER IN HER ITENIRARY. but then again, neither was being infected with an alien parasite that could turn her into a brain-eating monster at any second. still, she couldn't deny how ... good it felt to do so. sharp pain bites at her for the notion, radiating outwards from her hand. she clutches it to her chest, gasping in pain, but it's gone just as suddenly as it came.

sucking her teeth, shadowheart turns her gaze outward to the rest of the camp. her tent was quite tucked away, and she liked it as much. but occasionally, she yearned to leave her little corner of seclusion. after a moment of hesitation, the cleric swipes her bottle of wine, grabbing a pair of glasses and making her way to the fire. astarion appeared to be busying himself by poking at gale's buttons while lae'zel sharpened her blade. nothing out of the usual ... but bale in particular catches her eye, appearing to be the least rowdy of her companions. so she saunters over.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ" hm. jumpy tonight, are we? " his sharp movements are noted, as they always are. the cleric prided herself on her observational skills, after all. yet another teaching from shar: it helped greatly with espionage. seating herself by the fire, she offers an empty glass. " no matter. drink with me? after the past few days we've had, i figure we could use a glass or two. " or three.

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❙ " THE URGE. "

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Yves Klein, Monochrome red, 1959

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NICHOLAS GALITZINE as George Villiers MARY & GEORGE - 1.07 'War'

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↪    CLOSED STARTER  :  starter call located, here !  currently accepting,  expect slow to post.

for @blighteds' : karlach cliffgate

IT TASTES SACCHARINE ON HIS TONGUE, AND HE DECIDES THEN THAT HE HATES IT. but what exactly is it? oh, it's so easy to spot when you know how to look for it : the sinch of balefire's brow betraying a subtle hint of an otherwise foreign emotion, or maybe just one that hasn't been felt in a very long time. ‎‎

‎‎‎‎‎❚ concern.

" how much longer? " he asks, once they are away from the others, as if a part of balefire recognized karlach might wish to discuss the workings of her infernal engine, away from the questioning of their companions. this feeling growing in his own chest, though not burning pain like hers, unpleasant all the same.

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small starter call.

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one day i'll romance you gale of waterdeep, one day i will.

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NICHOLAS GALITZINE as George Villiers MARY & GEORGE - 1.05 'The Golden City'