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Happy 420.....please take this small Lawrence to celebrate this sacred day👊🙏

( Character belongs to @gatobob !!)

#LAWRENCE WITH GIANT BLUNT MY BELOVED

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Calliram, Drow Cleric of Lolth.

Calliram is one of my Tav's in Baldur's Gate 3. He is a drow, and a war domain cleric of Lolth. I decided that he would be from Menzoberranzen, like Minthara is, but unlike Minthara he didn't have a reason to leave his home and travel all the way down the Sword Coast to near where Baldur's Gate is. So instead, I gave him a little extra trauma, as a treat! I'll add a few pictures of him at the end of the post (as well as translations for the drow-words used).

Calliram of House Maelith, thirty-second house of Menzoberranzen, was taught many things by his mother, Aundryl of House Maelith. Amongst those many things, he was taught that as a male he was inherently lesser, that he should be subservient, that denying the request of a woman (unless she request something to harm his own house) would be to deny Lolth Herself. Calliram was soft-spoken, well behaved, gentle tempered, skilled in the breeding of spiders, skilled at playing the harp, well read on scripture and the histories of Menzoberranzen, and he was of age to be married soon. Very soon, if the formal event Aundryl was hosting within a ten-day should go well. 

On this particular day, Calliram was sent to the market streets. He was sent for certain supplies pertaining to a ritual he and his mother would conduct in Lolth’s honor. Such a task is unfitting for even the mildest mannered servants to undertake, and so he was trusted in the procurement of these items. He would not have failed this task if not for three sisters of the forty-fifth house of Menzoberranzen. They knew of his mother’s formal event, they knew of his sisters Laniss and Viconia’s fierce battle tactics, supposedly rivaling those of the highest houses. They desired to have such a power, to tear down House Maelith and take their place in Menzoberranzen’s hierarchy. They knew as well how Calliram was raised, their own brothers and cousins were raised the same. To deny a woman is to deny Lolth.

“You, jaluk!” One of the sisters called from a particularly darkened alleyway. Calliram, who walked with shoulders broad, head high, spine straight, and eyes focused ahead stopped in his tracks and turned his head to where the voice called to him

“Yes, alur?” He spoke in a clear voice, yet one that was still soft and subservient to the women who beckoned him.

“Come here to us.” The other sister spoke this time, her voice a harsher hiss than her sister’s. “We require your assistance.” 

Calliram complied. Not only due to his teachings, but of the knowledge that he is soon to be wed. It would be unbecoming of his house if word spread that he had dared denied women of another noble house a request. He merely said the words “of course, madams. Whatever I can do to assist you, my hands shall be your tools.” He stepped from the busy streets to the alleyway, which he found nearly as crowded. The buildings on either side left little room for four people to stand. The tallest and eldest of the sisters glared down at Calliram, who dared not make eye contact with her should he spark her ire. 

“Harl’il’cik.” The eldest’s voice was the harshest and meanest sounding of the three sisters. 

Calliram, a sense of fear shooting through his heart, did as he was commanded and knelt down before the three women, who began to encircle him like vultures. Even as they drew nearer, snickering with malicious intent, Calliram did as he was told. He did not question the sisters, he did not complain his clerical robes were dirtied by the filthy streets, he did not urge them that his matron had sent him to gather supplies for a sacred ritual, he only sat in submissive silence. 

The sister with the sweetest voice tied a blindfold tightly around Calliram’s head.

The sister with the spider-like hissing voice stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth, and tied rope around his mouth to keep it in place. 

The eldest sister with the harshest voice kicked Calliram in the ribs, knocking him onto his back. He was flipped by the two younger sisters, who held him as he struggled so their sister could tie his hands behind his back. 

A hand, to which sister it belonged was unknown to Calliram, grabbed a fistful of his soft white hair and yanked him to his feet. 

Calliram, so docile and ignoble, now thrashed and cried and panicked. He tried to speak, but only swallowed chunks of dirt and stray fabric. As his stumbling feet were forced forward, one of the sisters would often punch him in the side or kick at his shins. He cried for his mother, for his sisters, for his House Matron, he cried for Lolth herself, yet all were unaware of or silent to his cries. Finally, the eldest sister spoke again. Not to him, but to someone he could not see.

“Take him to the surface. Beat him if you wish, but under no circumstances should you kill him. I don't care about anything else you do, but I need him to find his way back down here eventually for this to work. You can throw him off the caravan while it’s moving for all I care, just don’t kill him.” 

Calliram’s heart pounded in his ears. Who was the woman talking to? Why did she need him alive? Why was he being taken to the surface? Who was taking him there? What plan did she have regarding him?

There were more sounds, clinking muffled by fabric, an exchange of coin. 

“This is only 500.” A deep, gruff male voice griped. 

“And you’ll get the other half when you’re done!” The middle sister hissed at the man, her tone impatient and almost childish. 

There was a lot of grumbling and moaning of whoever was being given possession of Calliram, but eventually stout hands that grabbed at his bindings from below shoved Calliram onto the floor of a wagon.

Calliram heard a whip, the whine of a rothe, and a dialect of Dwarvish being spoken as the wagon began moving. He had been kidnapped by noble drow, and passed on to duergar to do their dirtier work. 

It was not long before Calliram felt a sharp kick dig into his back. Just as they had been given permission, the dwarves beat Calliram until he was bloodied and bruised. With each punch, kick, and stab Calliram cried to his Goddess for her mercy, for her forgiveness, for streea. 

He received nothing but what may have been hours of torture. And at the end of it, just as they had been encouraged to, the dueargar shoved Calliram from the moving wagon to the dirt road. 

Calliram cried out, a sharp pain shooting through the arm he landed on as he rolled onto his back. Even with the blindfold still covering his eyes, he could sense the brightness of the surface. He tried to stand, but his legs were weak and one of his arms had certainly fractured during the fall from the wagon. He felt blood in his throat as he tried to breather, and forced himself onto his side. With the rag still in his mouth he could not spit the blood from his mouth, but he felt it dribble onto his chin mixed with saliva. He whined as he crawled off of the road, ramming his head face first into a tree, only furthering his pain. Using the broad, sturdy trunk he leveraged himself into a standing position. 

It took another hour of struggle, but he managed to escape from his bindings. The blindfold was the first to come loose, but when the bright surface sun hit his eyes for the first time in his over a hundred years of living, he wished he had kept it on. The light was blinding, it stung and pained him to look at his surroundings. The surface world was foreign to him, he had only ever once traveled outside of Menzoberranzen to the city of Mantol-Derith, the rest of his life had been spent in the caverns, in his mother’s temple, and his home. This place was alien to him.

When he had finally managed to slip his wrists from their bindings he could finally remove the rope and dirty, now bloodied, cloth from his mouth. He then fell back to the ground, shielding his eyes from the sun, like a child, and he cried, like a child. He had hardly any magic, no focus to cast from, and no components to form spells with. He clutched a holy symbol around his neck, feeling the sharp pointed legs of a spider, Lolth’s symbol the same as was tattooed on his forehead, and used what little arcane power he could gather to heal only some of his injuries. He then fell into exhaustion. He curled into as tight a ball as he could, draped his ragged and bloody robes over his body, and fell into a sleep that was almost as foreign to him as the world around him. 

When Calliram woke night had fallen. He was grateful for the darkness it brought, he could see clearer now. He was still in pain, but less so after hours of rest. He whined as he pulled himself onto his feet, and shivered in the cold breeze as he began to walk aimlessly through the wilds. He did not know what direction the wagon had come from, or where it had gone after he was dropped from it. In fact, he had lost the road entirely. He did not know where to go to get back to his home. He was surely going to die out here. As Calliram entered a clearing, he dropped down to offer a prayer to Lolth. While he was preparing, before he could begin his prayer, a sound in the sky caught his attention. Something like a ship was crossing the sky. In abject horror, he froze and watched as it approached him, and something like a tentacle seized his body, and once again, Calliram was taken.

Translations: Jaluk - Derogatory term for a male drow Alur - "Superior" Harl'il'cik - "Kneel" Streea - To die in service to Lolth

#self reblog #but from my shitpost blog #bones writes #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav bg3

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This is the first drawing of many (I have no art style for now but at least I tried to make strade)

#my sinful eyes immediately stared at his tits #great art OP im eating it rn #loving strade hours #strade thirst

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I see I was on some horny D&D shit last night. I was right tho.

Vhaeraun?? Very sexy

Vhaeraun's fuck ass son, Selvetarm?

Ugly fucking bug boy

Vhaeraun i need you Vhaeraun masked god i need your dick lord of shadow i crave your dick imaginary dungeons and dragons deity come fuck me plz

#bones yells #Selvetarm was not born like that mind you #Lolth's half spider appearance is self inflicted. she did it to herself when she abandoned the identity of Araushnee #so neither of her children (Vhaeraun and Eilistraee) are half spider or carry half spider genetics #Vhaerun had Selvetarm with an elven demi-goddess #and that demi-goddess would later be absorbed into Bast to create the goddess Sharess #the demi-goddess did this willingly bc Vhaeraun had imprisoned her and was draining her power after she had attempted to seduce him #as far as when during all that Selvetarm was conceived I am unsure #BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT #Selvetarm had 2 hottie parents #but Lolth manipulated him into killing some other spider guy for her #and when he did that he like weirdly absorbed the other spider guys power #Lolth wanted the guy dead bc she wanted to be the only Spider based deity around #and it seems like after Selvetarm killed that other guy and absorbed like part of his soul or whatever he became this nasty little bug #sorry im being autism in the tags again #actually im not sorry this is my fucking blog i can infodump in the tags all I fucking want

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You got one real ugly son i can give you a better child just come put ur dick inside me we can replace ugly ass Selvetarm that bitch ass dweeb works for your bitch mother anyways i can provide you way cooler offspring you just gotta put that BDC (big drow cock) inside meeeeee

Vhaeraun i need you Vhaeraun masked god i need your dick lord of shadow i crave your dick imaginary dungeons and dragons deity come fuck me plz

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Vhaeraun i need you Vhaeraun masked god i need your dick lord of shadow i crave your dick imaginary dungeons and dragons deity come fuck me plz

[strade-fuckers-anonymous]

Finch's parents: We don't know why Peter is so angry and volatile, lord save him, he's a troubled boy.

Also Finch's parents: -Subject him to weekly "exorcisms" in which he is tied to his bed and burned with silver bc they think it'll make him not be a werewolf anymore-

#Finch tag

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wet wesker

#when im around wesker is always wet

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little rats

#I WANT THEM TO BRING MY LITTLE ONI BACK PLZ DEVS IM BEGIING YOU

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It's kinda funny, you gotta admit....

#bones yells #iykyk

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I'm streaming dead by daylight in twitch, come hang out or whatever

https://www.twitch.tv/WormyBusiness?sr=a

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#i do it very particularly bc i am autism #in my bed laying on my stomach computer open with porn and some ball wrapped in an old blanket that i grind on #i wanna try a grinding toy but none of them offer harder silicones #and i know that with how i do it and also all my fat i need hard not soft silicone #or at LEAST a medium but literally i cannot find one that isnt only soft silicone #bones yells

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Some of you have a ridiculously INSANE parasocial relationship and you REALLY need to work that out.

You dont know her. She's not your close friend. She's not your "mother figure". She's an artist on the internet who you like. Granted, i do feel like she kind of fostered parasocial relationships, especially through her patreon discord, but you still need to give yourself a reality check.

#gatobob #i dont wanna talk a whole lot about everything #but i needed to get this off my chest #bones yells

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I feel like putting this out there for anyone who isn't a patron: Gato deleted her social medias. This ISNT gato, and I'm guessing they're going to go on a tirade about her soon. I would reccomend blocking them.

#o shit i didnt know gato deleted her socials

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I just wanna have sex like this, it's not much

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genuine question, do you think callout posts are inherently evil? like if someone's doing some weird shit and hiding it i think people would want to be warned about that at least. just try to discourage harassment as much as possible

The existence of a callout posts means that the targeted person will be harassed if enough people see it. There is no amount of "don't harass anyone mentioned in this doc/video" disclaimers that will prevent that. The post is now potentially a permanent record that anyone can cite for years into the future. You are now at the whims of unknown strangers to be banned from communities, kicked out of creative projects, or be blocked by friends, at any time with no warning. I would consider this to be harassment, but to people who don't know about how these things usually go down they would be seen as righteous whistle blowers.

No matter what you actually did, if your awkward interaction with someone was too sexual, or if you stated a shitty opinion about a complex topic, or if you misjudged someone's boundaries, or if you engaged with kink in a way that made someone outside the scene uncomfortable, you are now a predator. I have seen firsthand the game of telephone starting from "this person did/said something sexualized on an online platform where teenagers could have been present," to "acted creepy around teenagers," to "regularly sexually assaulted children," to "pedophile".

Callout posts do not actually stop the person from "doing weird shit". It depends on what you mean by "weird shit", but if you mean "secretly draws/engages with Bad Porn", which is what a lot of callout posts are about, I implore you to recognize that it is truly not your business to know every private action someone takes just because you follow them on social media. This applies to awkward interactions people have in private too. Sometimes it's patterns of abuse, but a lot of the time it's interpersonal drama that is not anyone else's business.

If by "weird shit" you mean that someone has demonstrated ongoing patterns of real emotional/financial/sexual/etc abuse, and it's something that cannot be handled by any other means (either privately or with legal action if relevant), then in those cases a callout post can potentially do more good than harm if it reaches the people that need to know about it.

The level of long-term mental anguish that a target can go through is absolutely no fucking joke. A callout post has the potential to be a gun to someone's head, especially if they're socially/mentally/physically disadvantaged to begin with, which conveniently describes the most likely people to be targeted with high profile callout posts. [This is because: 1.) Our communities are wayy more likely to self-police than the rest of the internet and 2.) there are groups such as kiwifarms that love when a trans girl does something they can suicide bait her with and they also love it when we infight, isolate, and attack each other.]

I don't think callout posts are inherently evil, but they do nothing to make the target not continue their unwanted behavior. The only good function a callout post can serve is to warn potential future victims. If there are no victims, no behavior that will DIRECTLY lead to someone being victimized, no scam being uncovered, no patterns of abuse being shared, then the only victim is the target of the callout post. Everyone else involved is just gawking at gossip and/or contributing to suicidal levels of anxiety to a stranger.

#'it wasnt meant to be a call out post' #'i never actually called her out' #'i didnt send anyone to attack her and her friends' #no further comment #bones yells

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For context this is my steam PFP

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