#spiderwarden

[sanguisarcana]

i see you've been sitting again with my dog.

@spiderwarden || unprompted

"The way I see it, the dog's favoured my tent to sleep in for the night. So, obviously, even you are not beyond spotting the favouritism at play here."

And Astarion would make the most of it.

#astarion planting his ass within ear reach to “bushubushubushu” scratch while making sure minthara sees it just to be spiteful #|| ❝ ask and you shall receive ❞ || asks #spiderwarden

[apalestar]

Merely uploading to nearly give Mel rage.

#crack: chipping my fangs #spiderwarden #// Ah my origin run #// one of many Astari*n origin runs

[galefcrce]

On this episode of How to Train your Wizard, Minthara (@spiderwarden) takes Gale on a "walk" by luring him away with an enchanted ring in a string. Meanwhile Karlach (@infernaliscor) has taken advantage of the unguarded tart.

#just your normal camp shenanigans #spiderwarden #infernaliscor #crack. #͙͘͡★ ooc. the player

[menzoberras-archive]

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did

He has killed for her before, and he will again.

It is as simple as the surface sky is blue. A part of him always wonders if she knows just how deeply his loyalty to her truly lies, or if it was as normal to them as each and every breath they take. Whether they are shared breaths or not, every single one of his is for her. Shi'ndra tries selfishly to remain in her favour, though he now has a camp of others who also rely on him and his judgement to see all of this through to the end. From the crash site all the way through the shadow cursed lands, he forgets, sometimes, that he is seen as a figure of authority in a way. He doesn't care much for it. Hasn't since he was a grunt, fighting his way to glory one battle at a time.

Today is no different. The mess of gore on his hands feels like a second skin; sticky, warm, smelling of bitter metals in a way that makes him drool. Drool? By Lolth, he is as bad as their resident vampire at this point. He doesn't stop until they are dead, and their faces are a mash of gore and exposed bone. His hands do not stop. They never have. Fight or flight is a terrible thing when the only option he has is to fight. Every lost battle is one step closer to dead and a thousand miles from a return to a home that no longer wants him.

She pulls him from the red mist of his rage with a touch. Warm hands against skin that feels ice-cold. The rage does not settle, much. Enough that the trembling pummel of steel-clad fists pauses, arm bent and hand still balled like he's thinking of it again. She has never seen this wildness in him. This anger. This hopelessness that has been carried with him since he left Menzoberranzan. A home that was not his while she was not there and he could not love his daughter as he promised he always would. One couldn't love a child from as far away as he was.

Red meets red when his eye meets hers, and he realises that, for the first time in years, he has found a way to vent all of those feelings into something ... useful. Not quite. It was one sharp word too many that saw him fly off of the handle.

Through the rage, there is a part of him that feels shame. That, he knows, she sees. Shi'ndra, for the first time in the decades that they have loved each other, looks away.

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. / @spiderwarden.

#spiderwarden #[🕷️] —— answered. #[🕷️] —— verse : [ main. ] #ask to tag

[slverblood]

Not me crying at “Shar treating her like a chew toy.”

Shar’s just a very ornery pomeranian, it’s time the world knew the truth

#SHITPOST. #MOBILE. #spiderwarden

[menzoberras]

@spiderwarden asked: “ Shi'ndra Barrison Del'Armgo. “ (shouted or spoken I’ll leave that up to you)

It was not the first time Minthara had brought him to a stand still, and nor would it be the last. He was a lucky man, he knew, to have not only caught the heiress' attention, but also her affections. They were an oddity in the higher ranks of the Underdark, two who had pledged not only their lives to one another (ordinarily, that was something that strictly went one way), but their hearts. All of her daughters would be born of him, and his eye would never need to stray.

There was something about the sharpness of her voice that stopped him in his tracks, a dark boot hovering above the stairs. He cursed under his breath, quietly enough that she could not hear. Shi'ndra half turned his body away from her, so she did not see the squirming lump stuffed under his shirt. "Yes, my love? What can I help you with?"

Lolth, his voice sound so shrill and terribly suspicious. Though he was the proud owner of a stellar poker face, one look from her and it crumbled into dust.

#spiderwarden #[🕷️] —— answered. #[🕷️] —— verse : [ menzoberranzan. ] #yes my sweet. #what can i help you with. #ignore the lump in my shirt I am going to have it looked at by the finest of healers. #i do not need accompanying. do not worry. you get your pretty little feet up and- what do you mean why is my shirt MEOWING

[lunarrepel]

Shadowheart. See that staircase there? I wouldn’t trust it if I were you… could be a trap.. it’s certainly up to something.

And she actually stood dead on the approach to said staircase, hands raised and outward like she's prepared for the worst. Except ... nothing happens, and then the paladin's words register.

"I need you to smile when you make your puns, you're throwing off my ability to catch them," said Shadowheart with a long side-eyed stare. " ... or better yet keep the stoicism for the enemies we face. I feel like we'll gain an advantage."

#spiderwarden #[ icb this. it took me a minute so it took her a minute ] #[ minthara(commanding voice): it's up to something ]

[oflolth]

ALSO HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE….

This is my hell.

@spiderwarden i literally feel like that one moment where like spock and jim are like on two sides of a pane of glass. or also maybe like some kind of fucked up ghost story moment??? ykwim??????? like sometimes at night i can still hear spiderwardens voice </3

#and now theyve taken vlaakithswill too #THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT #spiderwarden #ooc.

[abyssmarked]

@spiderwarden asked : Reasons to cup face, [ CLEAN ], but its blood

as the drow starts to move in, for a split second, nepharia has absolutely no idea what is coming— you just never really know with minthara. there’s a brief moment, just before the drow’s hand touches her cheek, that the succubus almost flinches, her muscles twitching in her body as if she might need to defend herself against some sort of surprise attack. what did she do now?? but it isn’t a firm hand or cold blade against her throat, no threatening gaze, but a gentle thumb swiping at something at the corner of her mouth. ah — she must not have cleaned thoroughly enough after making out with a well - fed vampire spawn, ` this strangely feels like you’re shaming me for some reason. `

#spiderwarden #answered. #LOL

[sporefound]

Soda. We require it.

" before you open it, shake it up. " she offers a jar of... something. it must be soda! it's green? " it makes it taste better. "

#spiderwarden #answered. #:)

[faebhaal]

@spiderwarden || 6. A gentle peck

She stands there a moment, eyes closed and heart racing, simply taking in her victory. Her body, splattered in congealed, sanguine viscera. Viscera that belonged to Orin.

Ithaca has slaughtered her sibling, her bloodkin. Her sister. And despite everything it did hurt even just the tiniest bit. It hadn't always been poisoned blood between them; not completely.

Once prodigal daughter now blessedly smiled upon by her father once more. Everything that was ripped away from her has been returned.

It should be an undoubtedly joyous occasion, there's a sour note. Because even as Ithaca moves to free Lae'zel from the altar she can sense a change in the air. It's how the others in her party (friends she would have called them) look upon her. Disapproval, disappointment, discomfort. They don't have to vocalize a single word for her to pick up on the shift. Even them standing there awkwardly speaks volumes.

"Let's move out." The group doesn't need to be told twice. She's sure if they could wind their own way through the maze of the temple and sewers, they'd run out without looking back.

The beginning of the end is near, and the dream she had been living in has started to crumble leaving reality in it's wake.

However, there is one person that's at least outwardly excited about the occasion: Minthara. Minthara who grins in vicious jubilance, who congratulates her. And Ithaca is grateful for the encouragement and support.

Before she and her lover move to follow the others, Ithaca takes the drow's face in her bloodied hands, careful and delicate, and places the softest kiss on her lips. The barest flush of skin on skin. It's probably the most gentle kiss she's ever given. But in this moment it's enough to anchor her back on steady ground.

"My dream, forever." Comes the murmur, spoken in the airy and melodic language of Sylvan. Their foreheads are pressed together, lips lightly brushing against one another. "All mine."

She lingers a second longer before pulling away with the barest hint of a smirk now. The bhaalspawn clears her throat and starts on her way to catch up to the rest of the group. "There's still much to do."

#spiderwarden #you're like a dagger you stick me in the heart and taste the blood from my blade;; minthara baenre / spiderwarden #/ I still got the other one I'm working on #/ you sent two dice so you get two kiths mwuah mwuah!

[menzoberras-archive]

The longer he looks, the more of Maydril he can see in Minthara's face. The same sharp features, the same delicate nose, the proud mouth that smiles at him when he has done something right. He feels an ache in the pit of his stomach, and it twists like a knife in his belly. He misses her. Their daughter. It was better for her if he had left, for his constant appearance was proving to be a hindrance more than a help. Lolth only knew how much he loves them both, loves her enough to come looking for her in the first place. Minthara has always talked with her hands, and their little girl does the same. It's far less controlled, a little more animated and enthusiastic than Minthara's do, now.

He need not say anything, for in the quiet of it, he presses. Presses enough to show her how she looked when he had left. Not the part where Maydril had cried, but the smile she'd had when he had said hello that morning. How she reached for him and pressed her hands against his cheeks when he had lifted her. He'd tickled her, and she'd squealed with laughter in a way that Minthara had once scolded him for doing, though that had been entire playful.

Quiet hangs between them for a moment. It is heavy, though not entirely uncomfortable. "She looks like you, you know." His lips turn upwards into a smile. "Especially when she laughs."

STARTER CALL. / ACCEPTING / @spiderwarden.

#spiderwarden #[🕷️] —— threads. #[🕷️] —— verse : [ main. ]

[slverblood]

@spiderwarden // Aylin meeting Minthara and holding her sword up beside to see she's just 3 inches taller sdklgh

#OOC / HOLLY. #spiderwarden #Aylin vc: the only difference between Minthara and the Silverlight is three inches #[she means that as a compliment]

[menzoberras]

@spiderwarden asked: “In my presence and no kiss on these lips. Have you forgotten me so soon.”

Where were his manners? Though he had busied himself with a few menial tasks that would no doubt make Minthara's morning a little easier, he had forgotten about the most important of all. Stood in the vibrancy of the early morning, hair dishevelled and lips pressed into a pout, he knew that he had dropped the ball. Yet, he did not scramble to rectify it. No, no. Not immediately. Shi'ndra looked as excited as a pup who'd set his sights on a rather juicy tidbit that was being held just out of reach. "That, my love, will have to wait." He was terrible at playing coy, he knew it, she knew it. "I have a gift for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

#spiderwarden #[🕷️] —— answered. #[🕷️] —— verse : [ post game. ] #:3c

[chaostring]

@spiderwarden overshares. lorelei listens.

#spiderwarden #♪ ; vicious mockery . crack #( i will not apologise ) #( bc she can't read for real )

[starbvund]

Bob’s existence has Minthara approval.

@spiderwarden

"Aw. That's sweet of ya. Ya should come over when we roast a hog. All day affair with liquor and shootin' the shit 'cuz we can. Sometimes we go fishin' But last time I busted my hand open on one of them damn shellcrackers."

#ask: the voices of the unknown #bob > the idiot #spiderwarden