#malurged

[elliscousland]

been talking with @malurged about ellis & vespin the last few days & i am ,,, obssessed

#malurged #my art. #vespin. #THESE TWO!!! i am so excited about them #i got my hands on my brother's iPad & I've decided i would be unstoppable w one of these

[darkblessed]

“ you're starving. i can tell. you've been moving slower, hitting weaker. you still noticed me coming up behind you, but not as fast as you would've two days ago. just admit it. you need blood. ”

he jolts when vespin approaches, his head turning ever so slightly to catch him in the corner of his eye. he's not wrong. enebish is hungry, a deep gnawing feeling in his gut that distracts him at every turn.

the only thing it hasn't dulled is his sense of awareness, attuned to movement and smell and sound in ways he was already always aware, but sharpened with the need to bleed something.

vespin sounds like he might be irritated, and enebish wilts a little at the tone, his eyes cast away after a moment.

" i was going to - i was going to bring dinner to the camp once we rested. we haven't had time to do so properly yet. "

he inhales, a habit of trying to appear alive, before he exhales in a pointed sigh.

" what would you have me do about it? hm? "

#malurged #bleed to death or live with it? / verse. bg3.

[victo1re]

bypassing the meme to ask you about goddess vic's sexuality/sensuality

you always ask me THE most interesting questions and i thank you dearly for it. it's a regression in the sense that she returns to perceiving sex and kink as modes of strategic control. she is aware, now, of their role in romantic love, if distanced again from her ability to engage with the concept on a personal level -- however, love is also a mode of power. to be indispensable to another, emotionally, is a strategically enviable position. as i've touched on before, her avatar's appearance is dependent upon the aesthetic preferences of those she appears to. she manifests to allosexual individuals as visually desirable; beauty and sexuality are tools, as evidenced especially well by her domain over sirens. do i think she is, in her own, private time, especially sexual? no, i don't. i do think she is somewhat sensual in that she takes great pleasure in experiencing the cosmos through a god's lens, and luxuriates in that -- to touch the stars and feel their heat, to experience the waves of the astral sea with what is and is not a corporeal form. that is indulgent to her in a way i would call sensual.

#malurged #* ooc answered. #nsft cw #sort of? i guess. not really. #this is such an interesting headspace to think about THANK YOU AS ALWAYS

[mephist4r]

⌈ * closed starter for @malurged . ⌋

               how  disgusting  ,  riddled  with  infernal  mire  ,  one  so  recognisable  (  brother  not  in  blood  )  ,  cursed  to  even  breath  at  the  will  of  the  only  being  that  posed  threat  .  he  felt  it  ,  the  ignition  from  within  ,  the  hellfire  coursing  through  veins  ,  latching  onto  an  anger  that  only  quenched  itself  through  pure  determination  in  his  throat  .  but  still  words  spit  . 

❝  my  my  ,   your  vilness  is  impecable  .  such  a  used  tool  .  what  in  the  nine  hells  is  a  being  so  foul  doing  here  ?   ❞  (  he  was  being  allusive  ,  to  not  give  way  far  too  much  -  incase  the  being  did  not  even  know  its  reflection  .  he  would  not  play  too  much  with  his  elder's  toys  )

#just playing it like he knows little of them ... but he would recognise asmo in an instant ... #i can change that in the reply if youre uncomfy with that ... i just sit in my hc that asmo and mephisto are generally bound like brothers #malurged

[selunight]

@malurged said: ❛ It's amazing how far you can get on denial. You know why so many people use denial to get by? Because it really fucking works ... for a while. ❜

"sounds like you speak from a wealth of experience," she muttered her response, boot toeing at the dirty on the ground directly in front of her to avoid looking up and meeting his gaze. the words aren't accusatory so much as simply being factual — she had gotten good at burying any amount of emotion in the last several days, as her rage and anger had made her the least fun member of camp since their face off with balthazar in shar's realm.

even thinking of it now, she feels that negative swell simmering just below the surface, and she actively reminds herself that seeking out shadowheart would be detrimental to their overall cause... no matter how good it might feel.

her oath may have been left shattered by the events that occurred, but her logic was still somewhat in tact.

"i'm not in denial," she states coolly, finally sparing a glance his way. "i'm all too clear on what's happened and what will happen next." and let him make of those words whatever he will. it hardly mattered to celeste now. ( not much did. )

#malurged #☽ ⋆ ⁎ * ﹒ ❝ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. ❞ — oathbreaker verse. #☽ ⋆ ⁎ * ﹒ ❝ 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭… ❞ — answered. #oathbreaker felt so right for this energy

[feminurge]

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED?

THE STRONG-WILLED;             your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not always all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl louder than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

tagged by. @adamanteine <3 tagging. @victo1re, @netherill, @malurged, @deaith,

#gonna pretend all the animal imagery isnt perfect for istar #its fine im fine we're all fine #inspiration.

[444names]

khajiit,, orc and nord names from tes

Aajia Abari Abhalri Adamor Adargo Addaki Adgrun Admiz Adzold Agdolt Akagbesh Akarahba Akarta Akhazh Akhta Akobbil Aleid Alkirri Alzalwyk Amlub An'nar Anirosin Araleeg Arazbazi Asharr Ashurga Aumim Azarba Azgul Azugry Badag Bague Bagulri Balder Bamanik Banda Banirst Barrrika Bashaer Bater Bazesave Bekwe Belli Ber'ham Bessarz Bestim Besur Bingar Bjansink Bjofvi Bjolgub Bjora Blatboni Bliti Blobi Bogroldi Bolawin Bolkeri Borgul Borguzh Borkni Borly Borzo Bredgro Brithar Briven Budaravi Bulrad Burzore Caugush Chronki Chrub Cornda Cruth Dalraelf Dancrair Dansour Daralum Dargeol Darot Datzhi Dazda Deygi Dridrera Druthar Dura'ji Durapar Ebbalaw Eboramu Eifurga Elens Elmaran Erdsen Ereepy Esheita Everi Fahlog Fahniz Fahzulg Fakhar Famar Farga Fasril Felhic Forthmin Frabil Freens Freil Frend Frett Fri'der Frirr Fugurna Galkuzre Gbari Geranabi Ghogern Ghuzga Gilarg Golgula Gooki Gorshal Gozadul Gralleda Grazanin Greken Grinargo Grorthu Grulf Grunn Gruth Gugur Gulanik Gulbava Gulgob Gurayzza Gurkharz Gushir Guzukh Haagurid Haelaud Hagni Hagund Hahai Halamme Hamir Hamph Hannbanu Harafnor Haring Harlrudr Hashi Hastorz Hayhbakh Hazka Heider Heout Hirin Histtind Hjaibish Hjolo Hjorgo Hoathad Hodver Horece Hortor Horzob Hragak Hraya Hulfoud Hulke Ignirr Ignuz Ilesuan Imanurfa Imatr Inala Infar Ingossae Iouth Iro'rag Izasu J'bal J'fal J'jisha J'ralmob J'sinash Jadba Jaihrala Jallvai Jolteid Jorober Julzanad Jurzoud Jyrakan Jyter Kagaring Kalar Kaman Karzakha Kashjara Kaver Khadham Kharke Khilafel Khund Khushi Khwhir Kilia Kirkub Kjarag Kjenani Klaniks Knori Kolsolk Korzogor Kurra Laldub Lammed Latid Leves Linirrek Loboth Lontert Lorthone Lounar Lozafens Lugru Luskar Ma'mar Mahanir Malurg Manalag Manazhar Marazi Mautin Mazien Medini Merle Minnir Miran Mirun Misinub Mjolbete Modsen Mogbor Mogund Mojalan Mojena Mojni Mojorl Mojta Mokim Molkin Molmokkh Monka Moorim Moort Morbjo Morbring Moren Mosseid Mothar Mozod Munde Muninsa Muzul Nagudgri Nahromor Namuti Naragmar Nargrel Narirgdi Narzzik Nibaza Ningaka Njarul Norbad Odabz Ogara Ogrund Olatu Oorna Opper Orbum Ornsen Oskjor Othjakes Othong Patharue Pelar Perah Peroon R'herr Rabilds Rabjorn Raiti Ralja Rallath Ranain Rande Rasgo Ravalern Razine Reclani Reliba Rigguk Rishamsh Rittag Rogon Rolakh Rolharz Rombeb Rorluma Rotheke Rouda Rudsen Rundo Sabetro Sabin Sakurra Samaz Serini Sezul Shahzgaz Shaji Shalg Shaneka Sharai Shardull Sharis Shaskadi Shatoe Shgof Shild Shilghro Shilm Shong Shraba Shrria Shurunda Sienar Sigulry Sigunnee Sihamth Sihaturt Sikhar Silboth Siltheif Sinaram Sirabass Skadir Skoreyg Slisrir Snada Snoudri Soggefin Sorek Sornar Spoog Straern Susha Suzabar Suzgul Swind Sworof Swynni Tabazga Tabing Taififa Taver Tazazes Thabum Thalast Thaler Thargon Tharid Tharz Thmug Thola Thold Thorabek Thosh Thossag Thrar Thugal Togar Torga Torgron Toutra Trish Truddred Tsish Tulun Turogolf Ufeargo Ugaldsen Ugauth Ugrub Ularan Ulick Ulzad Ulzar Unathol Unnurzor Urarmai Urazgub Urinira Uroonk Urumag Ushga Ushusala Varnad Varnste Virgus Vivakir Vofnh Vofvii Wanild Wiffelm Wilayd Wineen Wolne Wralas Yakha Yrratorm Ysnuru Yungen Za'jar Zaarik Zabar Zadbil Zaezbel Zaliza Zalzarr Zanblurr Zaredir Zashar Zastri Zezar Zhinuz Zirgas Zulrok Zunric

#444names #444 names

[elliscousland]

[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time || @malurged

ellis had found a place on the water's edge, not too far from camp. he had washed his clothes in the stream & now had them laid out around him to dry in the sun. he'd managed to snag a tattered pair of trousers to wear from the druid's grove, but it was all he had in the meantime. he was at home under the noontime sky, sprawled out on the damp riverbank. in a few hours, he would complain about the way his curls would dry, caked in mud but until then he had found a moment of peace.

his skin was tattered, torn, though it was not the mark of a difficult life. if anything, the scars told of a lack of self-control on ellis' part. they bore the tales of his war hound, whom he had insisted that he train himself… unfortunately, his attempts involved treats even under the shadow of fergie's worst behavior. ellis missed the beast. he wondered if he had made it out of highever, he prayed they would be united one day though the chances were slim. his body was at work, trying to take care of a handful of other half-healed wounds. some were marks of their journey so far. others marked a betrayal. he couldn't afford to think of them, else he would become lost.

he floats in bittersweet notalgia, pulling himself out of the surge only when he realizes he is not alone. he pushes himself from the soil, gaze shifting to his companion. vespin was an odd sort, off-putting on the best of days. that left ellis with a certain intrigue. a certain fear. it was enough to keep him mistrustful but curious of the man. vespin surely had a story to tell, whether or not he could remember it.

" have you come for a swim then?" ellis muses, motioning to the water. despite this, clear blue eyes remain fixated on vespin, picking apart the other's presence in his mind. despite the intensity of his gaze, his hair sticks out at odd angles though he seems unbothered by the prospect. bashful is a word he'd never quite learned the meaning of , " the water's a bit cold, but clean. "

#malurged #v. bg3 #answered. #something abt spoiled rich boy meets hell horror really slaps to me #thank u for sending this thogh i really appreciate it #all of his scars at the Beginning of the story are from training his war hound though #for his bg3 verse tho it's not super detailed yet hgihever is still a place that was taken out by betrayal #he just got Snatched by the nautaloid when trying to flee #he's got a few fresher wounds from the fall of highever bcs he would Not ask for help healing if he wasn't on the verge of death

[elliscousland]

thinking about ellis' bg3 verse & though it's a heavily under construction, i would love to talk about it a little bit. this may very well change when i talk to jay / work on ellis & lily's veres together but until then it will operate like this.

@softersinned / @sacraementals made the stellar suggestion of having ellis scooped by the nautaloid during howe's betrayal of highever. i think this is genius & naturally, i had to use it. i think he got yoinked while trying to flee from highever, close enough to taste freedom but not close enough to make it.

i think he was trying to support his father / convince him to try & flee with him though it was too late. the next moment, he wakes up on a ship & the moment following he wakes up in a forest, far from home with a horrid headache.

once he orients himself, he makes it towards the druid grove to try & find supplies. he's got one thing on his mind & that is making it back home. to find his sister, his brother, his dog. or at least learn what became of them, avenge them. however, in his rage he is impulsive & plans to travel the shadow-cursed lands on his own. the way he looks at it, he's already dead. he bled out with his father & he would haunt howe if it was the last thing he did.

he's so so so interested in the power the tadpoles hold. he's a rogue, he's always relied on tricks & the shadows to make it by. it's nice to have something in his arsenal that's beyond this. this, however, affects him in a few ways. it aggravates his mental illness, makes him more impulsive, makes the lines of reality blur a little bit more. the details of what happened to his home slip through the cracks & he zeroes in on his task. take down rendon howe at any costs. is this wise? absolutely not! that's never stopped him before

he wants to get his grubby little hands on that astral tadpole. he thinks somehow the power is provides justifies the cost of it & the cost is ... permanent. in canon, i use the fade as a means to trigger his mental illness in a way it wouldn't have developed naturally. i think that having a bunch of parasites gnawing on his brain is a great way to narratively do that here ( also a suggestion from ani which was stellar )

i think highever was a city off the coast, i think howe has some sort of tie with the cult of the absolute

i think ellis has never been that far from home on his own but still starts off thinking he's a badass until Repeatedly getting his ass handed to him

i think his dnd class would be rogue w an arcane trickster subclass ( which was at the suggestion of @malurged ) bcs though in his main verse he buys into a lot of propaganda abt magic being Bad (tm) there isn't the same kind of stigma here & he would be looking for any way to get ahead of the game when he already feels so behind.

it's still a work in progress & i keep going back & forth between making ellis a companion or tav bcs something abt this IDIOT as tav makes me wheeze but also i just like writing companion ocs so i will decide w time but more tba for sure

#v. bg3 #ooc. #thankfully i have Friends who i can talk it out with because i have a lot of conflicting thoughts on the matter #but i have been having fun figuring it out

[victo1re]

* what tarot card are you?

then, you were: the world.

power is a heady thing. do you have what it takes to control it? you thought you did, for a long time as you gained more and more. power only begets more power, after all. mind your breaking point, mind your load, mind how high you’ve climbed up the ladder; it’s against regulation to stand on the top rung. you could get hurt up there. you could fall. i’m not sure that I could catch you, so high above the rest of us. don’t look down. mind the ceiling fan.

now, you are: the hermit.

it’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. the endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. this all takes time, of course. and those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. it would be so easy to get lost. you know this space so well. wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? so well-known and comforting. why go back? how nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. like enlightenment, the self. retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. so comforting. the thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. there is no you anymore. goodbye.

tagged by: stole

tagging: @1abyrnth (celeste), @netherill, @feminurge, @malurged, @badwo1f, @anquenin, and anyone else who wants <3

#* dash games. #well that hurt.

[victo1re]

#VICTO1RE: an independent roleplay blog featuring victoria and asherín silvershield, two original characters conceptualised within the forgotten realms/baldur's gate iii universe. highly mature themes will be present; proceed with caution. redeemed by jadzia, twenty, they/them. threads on this blog will be written in the second person, in emulation of bg3’s narrator.

travelling with: @selunight, @izobe1, @feminurge, @netherill, @malurged, @sftantrot

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