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The Man Of The Hour - Sanguine
"Whatever his other half is, it most certainly is not human. He strides about camp twitching and mumbling, and his eyes are never focused. His lower jaw appears to be freshly missing two teeth, leaving bloodied, red gaps that are visible when he opens his mouth to speak. I fear what he has done to himself to cause this, and what he may do to me" -Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep
More info + less bloodied pics under the cut. Also spoilers(?)
[Descriptions to continue in the style of Gale's writing]
"His words are garbled and unclear, thoughts spewing from his mouth like cloudy muck. I haven't been able to make heads or tails of a damn thing he's said to me despite my best efforts, and I'm unlikely to reach understanding any time soon. He's murmuring nigh constantly to himself, always something about crimson tides and some sort of gift he plans to deliver. At night, I can hear him toss and turn, groaning and cursing some Sister figure of his. He doesn't remember this in the mornings, of course, despite my many times asking and attempting to extract an answer or jog his addled mind.
He's gained a new cloak, claims to have gotten it from some butler fellow, but can't produce evidence of his existence when asked. I have my suspicions he's stolen it off one of the many corpses he stops to pour over after our battles. It's sickening quite frankly, how much he seems to adore the damned things. He croons and coos like they're a newborn kitten, stroking the open wounds, caressing their hair. I fear he may lose himself in the scent of blood if we leave him to his examinations. The last time I turned my back on him around a corpse, I looked back to find him coated with its blood and pulling at its heart with his teeth.. or what remains of them anyway.
I also fear my original assessment wasn't entirely accurate. He's missing all four canines as opposed to the two I had initially observed. Furthermore, the scars around the wounds are old, but the wounds themselves are new. I dared ask him why he was missing these teeth once, and all I got was a grin and shrug.
While he hasn't harmed any of us yet, he seems to struggle to maintain control over his most murderous of impulses. We'd dispatched of a particularly nasty band of raiding Goblins, and he continued to axe their leader several times after he had long stopped twitching. I fear what this may mean for us in the long term, and I fear the consequences of not discovering the source of his urges sooner."
Me when men with body hair
Also, I think I should give him really stupid nipple piercings. Just for fun.
They're amazing, clearly.
Lazy colored that one sketch I did a couple days ago
Dream In Red
Had to blot out the bits for tumblr even though there isn’t much going on there. Full art can be viewed here on my twitter. (My normal twitter, to clarify)
My Tavs | Part 3
Part 2 is here
You thought I only had 2 Tavs? With more than 800 hours in the game it could hardly be true! Today I'll tell you about my Dark Urge character. Also romancing Gale, as usual.
Kitani Kuoroa
SPOILERS FOR DARK URGE AHEAD! Therefore everything else is under the cut.
I'll start with how I created this character. I played Gale origin run when an idea came to my head. What if, I thought, a necromancer wizard romanced Gale? At first I pictured and created her as Tav called Mirana. That's how she looked like:
She already was a human necromancer wizard in her 30s, but I started an Honour run with her and failed to get past the owlbear.
Next time I created her I thought she should be a Dark Urge character, because necromancy fits the Chosen of the god of Murder (I'd already known this spoiler).
So I made Mirana anew in Tactician mode:
But the game bugged. The short folk eerily changed their form in front of me, and some models didn't load at all. So I started everything anew.
That's how I came to play as Kitani (or Tani, as Gale calls her).
My goth girl, with black lipstick, a beholder tattoo on her neck and murderous thoughts in her mind. She was born to a family of a fisherman, showing her talent for magic early on.
The only person the family managed to find as a wizard tutor was a drow necromancer Corinna. So Kitani spent her youth between studying necromancy and having dreams of murder.
When Bhaal revealed himself to his daughter, she cheerfully welcomed him. She started experimenting on corpses she and her "sister" left after their rituals. At one point an ambitious man appeared at the doorstep of the Bhaal temple. He immediately recognised Kitani as the more talented of the siblings. It was Enver Gortash, who talked Kitani into the plan to rule the world. Their romance started not long after. It was dangerous and passionate. (I even imagine they had a child at one point).
But both Gortash and Orin betrayed Kitani. The latter put the tadpole inside her "sister's" head and made sure Kitani wouldn't remember anything.
That's how the necromancer found herself on a burning nautiloid. She remembered two things – her name and her wizard mastery. She didn't even remember her child.
And the first day after she found herself on a ravaged beach she met the person who showed her how she can live without murder and violence. She met Gale. Every time she had a murderous thought she looked at her colleague and his warm smile. Of course they had evocation/necromancy quarrels, but they both liked it.
Anyway, Kitani resisted the Urge till the end (all for her new love), defeated the brain and moved to Waterdeep with her fiancee and child. Gale gladly agreed to adopt Kitani's daughter from Gortash.
Choice (The Dark Urge x Enver Gortash)
Enver Gortash and Ta'av, the Dark Urge, confront each other while Baldur's Gate sits on the edge of ruin. (Word count: 1.8k)
(Gortash Week 2024, Day 5: Redemption/Ruler)
series: Part 6 of sex and violence, one is just the other
Rating: Mature Relationship Tags: Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge; Enver Gortash/Original Female Character Content Tags: Angst; Betrayal; Spoilers for Quest: The Dark Urge; Spoilers for Act 3; The Dark Urge Resists the Urge; Unhealthy Relationship; Canon-Typical Violence; Implied threats of Violence and Sexual Assault
First, she had destroyed his Iron Throne. Then she had disabled his Steel Watch.
Fury had burned through him and hollowed him out until no emotion remained.
Sunday Snippet
Hello friends! Thank you to the lovely @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me over the last week in WIP posts. I threw all my energy in to Gortash Week, but now that I've finished those pieces, I'm going to try to catch up on tag games and asks! (There, uh, will still be lots of Gortash, though.)
To repeat what I said a week ago: I am working on the third (and final) part of A House, A Home (tumblr version: Parts One and Two). There will be angst, there will be smut, there will be attempts to piece together fragmented memories of angst and smut. I took a break from it this past week, but I'm excited to dive back in.
So here's a snippet:
The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. She had a dagger in her hand, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”
I honestly don't know when people last posted, so I am going to re-tag @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx as well as @preciouslittlebhaalbae and @flamemittens! Share your WIPs with the world (if you'd like)!
*chefs kiss* Your work is phenomenal as always 🫂
I may do a wip tomorrow... it's hella sad... does anyone want to cry with me????? 🥹💔
Sunday Snippet
Hello friends! Thank you to the lovely @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me over the last week in WIP posts. I threw all my energy in to Gortash Week, but now that I've finished those pieces, I'm going to try to catch up on tag games and asks! (There, uh, will still be lots of Gortash, though.)
To repeat what I said a week ago: I am working on the third (and final) part of A House, A Home (tumblr version: Parts One and Two). There will be angst, there will be smut, there will be attempts to piece together fragmented memories of angst and smut. I took a break from it this past week, but I'm excited to dive back in.
So here's a snippet:
The memory surfaced unexpectedly. She was laughing in a sunlit room. This room, and this bed, with the sheets rumpled and well-used. Enver was stretched out across them, naked. Beautiful. He was lounging on pillows, ever the spoiled lord, but his arms stretched above his head, bound by a length of black silk that was tied somewhere near the headboard. His jaw was clenched, but he looked at her with a haze of lust and longing in his eyes. She had a dagger in her hand, one of his many gifts, too delicate to be much use in most of her work. But it was perfect for today. She slowly licked the blade and tasted the salt and iron of his blood while he watched every movement of her mouth. “Darling Enver,” she mocked. “Is this worth it, to be able to call me yours? Do you have the pet Bhaalspawn you’ve always desired?”
I honestly don't know when people last posted, so I am going to re-tag @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx as well as @preciouslittlebhaalbae and @flamemittens! Share your WIPs with the world (if you'd like)!