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howdy! officially slithering my way back onto here.

it has been so terribly long (and I am unsure who is still around or not!) that I am going to be deleting the vast majority of my former threads and starting entirely fresh. to those of you who are still here, I am so very sorry for my absence and complete lack of muse.

however, I've found that I've missed Iraestra (awful, awful woman that she is) terribly ⸻ and writing, too.

if we wrote something previously that you would rather have us keep or continue though, you can drop by in my dms and we can discuss it :)

#☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! )

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whether you come as LOVER or EXECUTIONER

⸻ i am ready to receive you

independent neutral evil drow wizard companion of Baldur’s Gate III. d&d lore present! penned by lamia. literate & mature & selective.

#bg3 rp #dnd rp #d&d rp #heyyyyy guess who's back #just using the last promo i made bc i rather liked it #witcher rp #da rp #darp

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#☾ visage ! ❛ —— ( give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb )

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hey party people did anyone miss me

#bc i sure missed writing irae #I’m going to come back tonight I’ve decided!! #☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! )

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Wait, did I just come back to the dash to everyone talking about horses?? Fun time to interject that Iraestra has a very irrational fear of them. She will scoff and call them unclean beasts and try to make it seem like she merely disdains them, but the truth is that when she first came to the surface and was looking for transportation, she was thrown quite soundly from a horse's back and almost met her end beneath it's hooves. She is very distrustful of the creatures and will go to great lengths to avoid having to ride on one if she can help it. Of course, she would be loathe to admit to her shortcoming. Attempting to keep this a secret might produce some very strange behaviors on her end!

#☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! ) #howdy y'all i'm not dead physically just emotionally and mentally

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❛ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 by our appetites, we wizards? Surely it is not complacency that drives us to seek ever greater heights. Of magic, of this reality and the next, of the gods themselves ⸻" a pause, to let it linger between them like a physical accusation "You and the Netherese magic singing strangely in your blood interest me a great deal. As I would imagine it would if you were in my place, sitting across from a man who walks with history within his chest. Consider me merely another academic, eager for the next answer hidden amongst ancient book spines."

Power has always ensorcelled her. She does not feel embarrassment in admitting such. There is no shame in desires, nor shame in hungers. No sweeter a call is there than that of potential. The orb itself would give cause to wonder, but to be bound so by the rotting cage of mortal flesh? Fascinating, truly. She itches to peel back muscle and sinew the way she has with many a cadaver and see how such a feat is accomplished. If, perhaps, it could one day be repeated.

"You say such, but then you continue to speak to me. I do not think I am mistaken when I say I am the only intrigued party. If not, you could have rid yourself of my company by now. I see no chains binding you in place. You are quite free to leave," she waves a hand dismissively. "Unless," an elegant brow raised, her mouth tilting into a close-lipped smile. "We are as alike in our curiosities as I think. Are you as versed as I in bone and flesh, I wonder?" A question she already knows the answer to; no necromancer is he, but does he ever guess at how it must feel? To bend life itself to one's indomitable will, to defy the very natural cycle of the earth itself? She does not think him so small-minded as to have never considered it, at least.

Up and leave. You're smarter than this. Wiser than this. He is a wizard, a man with infernos in the seat of his palms. He will play with maelstroms and tame embers obedient, yet foolish would he be to go toying with death! --but all the same, for her, his ego chases.

Gale's like a dog. He hasn't yet turned to their ever wretched lady, she with forked tongues in the yawping of her poisonous mouth, but there's no denying it: his book's quite forgotten. His orb stings a quiver, corruption leaving him like a thick, dry brandy, and sat where he is, he feels hunger up his sinew, pervasive in his heartbeat, and thick in her stare. She doesn't give her reason, and perhaps she never will, but she makes him want, yearn to snap with his teeth...

He huffs, and again, the air smells stormy.

"Even natural talents require sharpening. It may please you to know my great many are no exception to the rule, though I've the fortune of a whetstone here at my perusal--and as luck would have it, a delightfully blunt one."

What a humorous game. Gale looks up, and as though beholding her would burn him surely, he meets her gaze in the sheen of a vial. Purple and green. It's like bottles up stars. "I had thought you thoroughly captivated already. Any more, and I fear I'd be enthralling you. One conversation together can satisfy me across all my lifetimes... I shudder to imagine what your lording would do."

Now, he looks. Finally. She laughs like warning bells of a long-sacked temple, and he frowns. "You're hardly the only wizard with an appetite. If I'm your study tonight, at least offer me the decency of admitting it."

#hiiiii here i am like a month later #not sure where i'm going wit h this and i'm sorry if this is too much of a tonal change but i love your gale too much to not reply to you < #waterdepths

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wax poetic mayhap? 👉🏽👈🏽

Send ‘wax poetic’ for Gale to work some poetry; his muse is you: still accepting.

Hunger is like a wormhole, a bottomless cavern. Hunger's like the midnight, frightening and dark. It's the sucking of quicksand, the gnashing of a swamp, and you, Gale thinks, are the heartbeat of starvation. Yes, hunger is a woman. Gods, hunger is you.

And Gale, well, he bears his fair share of knowledge on desire, hasn't he? Of course he does. Distantly, he feels the shiver of his blight like some tar-drip's squelch. Iraestra's sat there, nose buried in a compendium from the Hells, he wagers, as he notes the line in her brow and the grit in her gaze. You are ravenous, he breathes, a mind grown famished, an appetite fitted with razored teeth. She treats him like dinner, lamb and steak. One look from you is like the twist of infection. Slow-cooked, sumptuoious, with a glass of wine.

She desires his Weave with a gaze like a maw. You mean to devour me, corruption and all.

It's no way to be desired... Scowling, Gale turns.

#comes back on for this #AHHHH AHH HHHHH #save tag #YOU ARE THE HEARTBEAT OF STARVATION #gods hunger is you...........i.......i was normal about them before i swear #but this is #barks aggressively #its no way to be desired #so are you saying you wish to be desired in other ways gale....ahha.......nNICE

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cont. from here ❛ ⸻ ☾ ₊ ⊹ @loveiatar

𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, considering tilt of the head. Pays little mind to to the caress of his gaze; does not hide from it nor preen under it. Her own physical comeliness means little to her beyond what it may aid her in gaining. Comments on loveliness or beauty similarly do little to move her.

She herself is still unsure what to make of the the man. Human, but he holds himself in a way that is far beyond what petty mortal years have been granted to him. Despite herself, Iraestra is curious. The Maiden of Pain might have been a popular choice amongst the Drow, were Lolth not so jealous of her children and what religions reached their ears.

"A compliment, surely, had you not given half the camp your consideration as well," a reprimand sharp enough to only just save itself from being insult. A half-smile flickers across her face. "Tell me, priestling ⸻ are all of Loviatar's faithful hedonistic by nature? Does She naturally draw the depraved to Her side? Or did She inspire a taste for the wicked in you?"

#loveiatar #irae vc: who hurt u or was part of ur priest training Horny what is Up with all that

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KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

a kiss that leaves behind lipstick marks.

a kiss given between ocean waves.

kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks.

a kiss while being held bridal style.

a playful kiss given between laughter.

finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

kissing your enemy while holding them at knife point.

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight.

forbidden lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows.

kissing down your lover's body.

kissing at a crowded party.

a kiss shared against a tree.

a kiss to end sexual tension.

kissing to pretend that you are in a relationship together.

a kiss to prove you no longer have feelings for your lover.

a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

a kiss that leads to undressing each other.

a kiss to say goodbye.

kisses against a wound.

a kiss to the forehead, meant to soothe.

a kiss to the neck from behind.

an 'i love you but i can't be with you' kiss.

an 'i'm in love with someone else, but you're here' kiss.

passionate kisses that end in ripped clothing.

an 'i forgive you' kiss.

a kiss shared at a masquerade ball.

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go.

a kiss shared underneath fireworks.

#fuck it I’m going to be self indulgent as hell #anyone can send in a kiss ask idc lets do this!

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can’t believe you didn’t include my icon smh my head

CALLOUT FOR @silksworn

NOT ACTUALLY INTO MILFS. what else have they lied about. is ENVER’S BEAR RUG TITS EVEN THEIR REAL NAME.

#☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! ) #xoxo 😚 #don’t be a hater herbie sherbie berbie

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❝ It's so beautiful here, I don't want to think about everything dying. ❞ / fox , sooo sarcastically

❛ ⸻ ☾ ₊ ⊹ @starlyht

❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, if you do not posses the stomach for killing," hand curved into cruel mimicry of claw, Iraestra twists her hand and is satisfied to hear the cracking of bone answer it. The shrill scream is even better. She watches dispassionately as the creature suffers its death throes. The moment all life drains from its ruined body zips through her like lightning. Satisfaction on her tongue, ringing in her teeth. A rare sight indeed ⸻ she smiles.

"I think I have found the beauty you speak of after all."

#hey idk what this is but have some irae going batshit as a lil treat 2 me and possibly to you #starlyht

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made some additions to her character sheet!

oh yeah, so I decided to make Irae's height more lore accurate and rolled on the provided height & weight scale for drow...and got 5'0...short queen 😭

#5 feet even of SPITE and HATE #rolls around god why don't i have muse for anything rn...i hate this sm... #☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! )

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thinking about how different current Irae is from her First iteration (and I made her specifically to romance Minthara whoopsies). her backstory was more of a vague idea than the level of fleshed-out it is now.

first of all she was much younger, by about 200 years or so. a noble from an incredibly minor house, she was an opportunistic ladder-climber eager to get any footholds in the other drow houses that she could.

of course she recognized the crest of House Baenre on Minthara's neck, and immediately went along with her plans to try and Impress her. first Irae was very much whipped for her, and pathetically so. mostly because of Minthara's name, but there was a measure of genuine attraction as well. I ultimately wound up romancing Ast with her in my first playthrough because of how buggy Minthara's lines & romance were, but I remember vividly thinking "This is ooc of her because she would NEVER turn the offer to share Minthara's bed. From a political positioning standpoint and just....wohman...."

I didn't actually pick an official house for Irae until I began to write her on this blog, and major changes came with it. Oblodra interested me so greatly due to it's connection to illithids and how I could weave that narratively into the game.

Irae became significantly older and more experienced. she became a jaded exile of the Underdark, and a psionic. Oblodra was of significant importance, being 3rd house in Menzo, unlike the original minor house I had imagined for Irae. I rethought a lot of her personality, though she had always been cruel & self-serving in both her backstories.

one of the most significant changes of all, though, was her relationship with Minthara. Baenre's destruction of the house meant I would take Irae's recognition of Minthara at the gobbo camp in a wildly different direction -- so far in the other direction, in fact, that a Tav Irae would have only sided with Minthara to get the chance to figure out why she was there & get close enough to exact revenge.

I know for a fact that current Irae would have absolutely zero interest in romancing Ast lmfaoooo. especially since I ascended him in my first playthrough; she would have wanted to become a full vampire and would have kicked his ass for talking to her like that dshfdhssadh.

I think it also provides for a much more interesting dynamic with Minthara, though it's not one the game actually gives me any avenue to express. an adversary and intellectual equal would be much more interesting than just a simpering ass-kisser who is so obviously trying to climb her way up by any means.

long rant that's ultimately meaningless, but! anyway 1st Irae vs. Current (who I am doing a run for now and need to continue doing, actually)

#☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! ) #just rambling about irae in game under the cut nothing that exciting lol

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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Daenerys Targaryen in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ Is it really mine? ❞

❝ Tonight you must look like a princess. ❞

❝ What does he want from us? ❞

❝ All they have taken from us, we will have it back. ❞

❝ He will be enraptured. ❞

❝ Do you take me for a fool? ❞

❝ My apologies if I have given offense. ❞

❝ Kings lack the caution of common men. ❞

❝ I shall kill him myself. ❞

❝ Many important men will be at the feast tonight. ❞

❝ No doubt he would pay well for your head. ❞

❝ He will not sleep easy while I live. ❞

❝ I don't want to be his queen. ❞

❝ Please, I don't want to, I want to go home! ❞

❝ How are we to go home? They took our home from us! ❞

❝ If you must wed him and bed him for that, you will. ❞

❝ In time you may even learn to like him. ❞

❝ All things of importance in a man's life must be done beneath the open sky. ❞

❝ He has promised you a crown, and you shall have it. ❞

❝ I council you to be patient. ❞

❝ Guard your tongue or I'll have it out. ❞

❝ There are no more dragons. ❞

❝ There is no privacy here. They do not understand sin or shame as we do. ❞

❝ It is a small thing, my princess, but all a poor exile could afford. ❞

❝ Silver for the silver of your hair. ❞

❝ Is that the only word you know? ❞

❝ It's so beautiful here, I don't want to think about everything dying. ❞

❝ You are learning to talk like a queen. ❞

❝ You dare give commands to me? ❞

❝ Have you forgotten who you are? ❞

❝ Can you wake the dead? ❞

❝ He is still the true king. ❞

❝ It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace. They never are. ❞

❝ What do you pray for? ❞

❝ I pray for home, too. ❞

❝ He ought to have come by now, for the feast. ❞

❝ You ought to have gone with him to keep him safe. ❞

❝ He is the only one left. The only one. ❞

❝ He is all I have. ❞

❝ You belong to them now. ❞

❝ Please, [name], it is forbidden! ❞

❝ I want what I came for. ❞

❝ Turn away, my princess, I beg you. ❞

❝ Fire cannot kill a dragon. ❞

❝ I have a chill. Light the brazier. ❞

❝ The poisoner was the first, but he will not be the last. ❞

❝ A few cuts. Nothing of consequence. ❞

❝ You have a gentle heart, but you do not understand. This is how it has always been. ❞

❝ It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do. ❞

❝ This is the way of war. ❞

❝ If you must stay, then help. ❞

❝ I sing of my scars. ❞

❝ You must not say that. ❞

❝ We have ridden far enough today. We will camp here. ❞

❝ For the love you say you bear me, help me now. ❞

❝ I will not let him die! ❞

❝ Weep for him tomorrow, or a year from now. We do not have time for grief. ❞

❝ But why? Why should they kill a little baby? ❞

❝ Better to kill the child than to risk his fury when he grows to manhood. ❞

❝ They must not hurt my son! ❞

❝ Some would say that death is cleaner. ❞

❝ Is there no other way? ❞

❝ Only death may pay for life. ❞

❝ This is bloodmagic. It is forbidden. ❞

❝ The dead will dance here this night. ❞

❝ Bring him back to me. ❞

❝ They say she is accursed. ❞

❝ He did not live. ❞

❝ All the grief has been burned out of me. ❞

❝ Should you be up, weak as you are? ❞

❝ I saw you, alone, dancing with the shadows. ❞

❝ I swear to you, these men will die screaming. ❞

❝ If I look back, I am lost. ❞

❝ See what life is worth, when all the rest is gone. ❞

❝ Do you think bloodmagic is a game for children? ❞

❝ Loose me from these bonds and I will help you. ❞

❝ I am his heir. Whatever was his is mine now. ❞

❝ You shall not be alone. ❞

❝ Come with me. We will see all the wonders yet unseen. ❞

❝ I know what you intend. ❞

❝ I understand that you loved him. ❞

❝ I will not watch you burn. ❞

❝ I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. ❞

❝ Give me your hand and your heart, and there will always be a place for you. ❞

❝ I vow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be. ❞

❝ Forgive me for all I have done and all I must do. ❞

❝ Is it so far from madness to wisdom? ❞

❝ You swore to obey me, whatever might come. ❞

❝ Do not fear for me. ❞

❝ The fire is mine. Don't you see? ❞

#☾ ask memes ! ❛ —— ( from my mouth the night pours forth like blood )

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#☾ musings ! ❛ —— ( like a god i believe in nothing )

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that reply had to be one of the weirdest things I've written here yet but has me thinking about blood magic as a subbranch of necromancy? focus not only on raising the undead and sapping life, but the body itself as a component, as a spell focus, as commodity. and certain body parts being necessary for certain spells, the more potent the creature's power in life, the better.

and very wishy-washy hand wavey fairy tale types of magic sound narratively fun to write. for this potion you need a faithless heart, a liar's tongue, a devil's fire etc. can be very up to interpretation of the caster and subjective. tasting blood to determine its properties and usefulness/get a better sense of the creature?? might be kind of cool. there's already a damn spell called vampiric touch. why not take further inspiration from masters of the blood & their powers themselves? not to mention even dig into cannibalism for ritualistic purposes, to literally absorb the essence of another... up until this point I've always written Iraestra's interactions dictated by how useful she believes the other party to be. this was mostly more in terms of gain of power, political help, what have you. but in a more literal sense, Iraestra determining who might be interesting to keep around once they die? viewing them little more as a collection of parts until they prove to be worthy of actual respect? Consideration...

#not sure how i feel about this? might nix the idea altogether #not sure i want to take irae into this direction #but Thoughts for sure! #☾ ooc ! ❛ —— ( they baldured our gate! ) #mention of cannibalism under the cut which is probably the most fucky thing in this hc but anywaaaaay

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[take] 🤔?

[ TAKE ] sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood and licks it off their hand | BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD ! ❛ ⸻ ☾ ₊ ⊹ @bruinescence

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇, 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄, lays in sinew and gut and rot. The body, a glut of potential. A being's essence sings in their marrow. Pulp, marrow, blood ⸻ there is a reason that dragon's bones are prized, that to bring the head of an enemy is the surest symbol of defeat. Even those who do not make a study of the afterlife instinctively understand this.

Iraestra often looks upon others and wonders what bits of them would be the most useful in death. Gale's mind would no doubt prove to be illuminating. The githyanki's warrior heart would render her a fearsome foe indeed in the right hands. Shadowheart's sable hair twined in spellworkings, Astarion's vampiric blood a potion to sap strength and make it her own.

All of them a sum of their parts indeed. Iraestra lingers as the druid picks himself up after battle and considers him thoughtfully.

She recalls having seen a bear skin rug in some surface noble's study a time ago. Terrible hunter now laid low enough to walk across, nothing more than ornament when it had once been so great a source of terror. The noble had bragged as if he had killed the beast himself, but Iraestra had known that not a word the man had spoken was truth. He did not have the confidence of a killer. He shook the minute she neared him. Too afraid of death, that one. He had never been subjected to the roaring fury of the creature, had not looked it in its eyes except for maybe when he purchased it. By then, they would have already been replaced with glass.

She'd found the noble loathsome. She could not imagine having never known the thrill of looking her prey in the eyes.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃," an unnecessary and thoughtless statement. A hand does she press to a wound of his, a minor laceration that oozes only sluggishly. Knitting together flesh is a trivial thing; the body is no stranger to her in life or undeath. She drops her hand as suddenly as she'd brushed against him.

Her palm is rubied, gleaming as preciously as any jewel. Croons, hums, sings, weeps. She rubs her thumb slowly over the drying stain in contemplation. The druid's eyes are not cool, lifeless glass. Intelligence and vigor still burn within, though one day doomed to be snuffed by the inevitability of an end. Sorrow does not come on the coattails of this thought, as that is merely the natural order of things.

She had only pitied the bear that it had not found a more useful purpose than to be a centerpiece.

Iraestra's fingers find her mouth, admitting only the tip of one to touch her tongue. Never has she supped of a bear's blood, but she imagines that it might have felt similar to tasting raw power such as this. She envies Astarion the preternatural high she has seen him drunk with after feeding from the beasts: a lush's flush after one too many glasses of wine.

A simple casting of prestidigitation cleans her hand. "You should exercise more caution in the future," she declares.

#i really had to think about this and in what context irae would be licking his blood lol #bc that is not her usual MO. i truly have no idea what any of this is #but this was kind of fun bc it made me think more about necromancy! #and her viewing others as components and commodities....yeah.... #this was a blast to write and has given me so many Ideas for things to weave into further threads #sorry you're subjected to whatever this is halsin #bruinescence #also once more thinking of my necromancers actually make great healers argument #thinking blood magic type things??? idk man