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palettesofrenaissance · 9 days

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤-𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝟔𝐚𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞.

(𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

"You're mine. All mine. And im not letting you go again," he'd said.

"You're a monster!" She spat, using all her strength to fight against his hold on her. She jerked her body back, trying to push him away, but it only provided momentum for him to scoop her up. "Let me go!!"

They fight for a bit, her trying to get away and him fulfilling his long-time promise to keep her, forever.

"I'm not a pet!" She cried, before she's dropped on the bed, face first. She bounces a bit against the mattress.

"No, you're much more precious than that." He fights her by putting all of his weight on her—and he's heavier than she expected! She squirms underneath him as he tries to keep her trapped. She's always been a feisty one!

"You can't keep me here forever! I'm not a thing—!"

He manages to cup her chin in a large hand, forcing her to look back at him. His brightly colored eyes sparkled with a wickedness that's familiar yet sank her stomach.

"I said that you're mine. You've always been, even before you managed to get away. Don't forget that."

She manages to bite his hand.

He yelps and pulls away, lifting off her just enough that she's able to get away. But as she's crawling across the bed, he manages to capture her ankles. Kicking back doesn't work, and she's quickly drawn back to him, sliding across the messed-up comforter.

They fight for some time, again.

Soon, she feels the familiar needle prick in her right calve. As sleep begins sinking it's cold claws in her, she feels him finally let go of her. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching her slump still, the sedative working. He sighs heavily from exertion. He's disheveled, his shirt wrinkled from her fighting back and so is his hair. But when he looks down at the woman he's longed for and sought after for years, he feels a sense of triumph bloom in his chest.

This is a victory long-time coming. Finally, he can make her love him.

Well, it doesn't happen right away, and he expects this. She's feisty, and strong, and confident—which he likes—which he sought for in a partner. None had ever compared to her, men nor women. There's something about her, something in the way she glares at him like she's staring at all his faults and positives, something about the fact that he's known her for years, has stalked her long enough to know her habits and tells, the things she likes and the things she doesn't—

The way to pleasure her.

He shakes his head, eliminating the thought. Instead of giving into his desires, he waits patiently for her to awake.

Although those desires are pretty damn strong, whispering in his ear every few minutes to take action.

He shakes his head again... But feels the warm current of arousal snake down his chest and wrap around his groin. He's watched her sleep before, and so he envisions her again as he grips the edge of his kitchen counter and leans forward.

He's always loved her, always sought after her, always longed for her, and here she is, ripe and ready and perfectly pliant for his taking.

He shakes his head again. No, he mustn't!

He glances in the direction of the room she's currently sleeping in, due to the sedatives, then walks away in the opposite direction.

He has very little resolve and restraint over the things he wants.

He's so used to getting his way, in being demanding and in control that someone like her is a challenge. She refuses to not be in control.

She stirs awake one evening when the sky is painted a mixture of magenta and indigo. She's groggy, completely foggy-headed, and is 90% sure she's still dreaming because she's been awoken by a warm, wet sensation on her cunt that sent electricity up her body, to her nipples, and awoke her. She stirs again, groans as she tries to stretch, but finds she can't close her thighs. Looking down, she sees his face buried in her cunt.

She's startled of course, and confused, and still sedated. And after slurring his name, she can only muster a stammered, "Wha-what?" Then his tongue laps at her once more before lifting his head to meet her heavy-lidded eyes.

His voice is husk from lust. He asks from below her, "You're awake?"

She groans, her head still cloudy.

"Don't think too much, darling. Just feel." His tongue rapidly flicks her clit and she stretches out her spine, her breath hitching. He's smiling. "That's it..."

"Wha... Why? What?"

"Because you never let yourself fully enjoy things. You're always concerned about everyone else but yourself. And since you're mine, I'm going to make sure you enjoy this." He gives her outer labia a single, rough suck. "I know I'm going to."

"But," she tries to formulate her emotions into words while her thoughts are already jumbled up. She tries saying his name instead.

His arms are wrapped around her thick, soft thighs, holding them apart which allows him to eat his fill of her. He's noisy with it, sloppy and unpracticed. But he's determined, listening intently to the way her breath hitches when he presses the tip of his tongue into the hood of her clit. By the way her body jerk from excitement when he lightly nibbles her clit, covered by his lips. From when he begins pumping his fingers into her, entering two at a time, and taking note at how her muscles gripped him near instantly. He growls from it, a sound that rumbles from deep within his chest as his brightly colored eyes are glued to the soft, pink of her pussy sucking his fingers back inside greedily.

"My god," he murmurs, transfixed on her sex. He's fantasized about this for so long.

When she looks back down at him, she catches him licking his lips. Then, he's lowering back down to put his mouth on her again, his eyes fluttering closed.

She doesn't quite give in, and feels as if she's drifting somewhere between dreaming and awake due to the sedative. But, God he feels so good!

She sighs, and finds her nipples feel erect beneath her shirt. She squirms her hips when he momentarily stops to catch his breath, her hips chasing his mouth.

He chuckles at this.

Seeing her eyes barely open sends jolts of arousal straight to his cock that's still trapped in his trousers.

He wonders...

It doesn't take long for her hands to find their way into his hair... And then it doesn't take too much longer for her to cum—her body tensing and her grip on his hair tightening. She softly moans, still partially dreaming, and her display makes him rock hard. She looks completely relaxed, although a little wanton.

Her head turns the other way and she's about to move her body to the opposite side to sleep when the bed dips around her further. There's a warm, soft sensation on the side of her neck followed by his hot breath, and then—and then the pressure of something thick pushing inside her cunt!

She gasps loudly at the intrusion, her eyes opening, but she's still unfocused and groggy. She thinks she's dreaming, seeing him hover above her in bed, his hair still disheveled, and his face scrunched up in concentration.

She says his name, though it's more of a question in confusion.

She feels that intrusion slowly slide out of her, pauses, then slides back inside of her, inserting more this time. The sensation is a lot and her hips instinctively raise to accommodate all of it. "What's... What're you...? Ah!"

"Shhhhh." His voice is soft and calm and reassuring. His hips languidly move back and forth again. "Just relax. Just enjoy it, my love."

She moans softly, feeling overwhelmingly full suddenly, and then empty. And then full again.

"Wait..."

One of his hands gently places over her mouth. His eyes flutter closed as he indulges in the feel of his cock forcing in and out of her gripping pussy.

His movements suddenly pick up in speed which surprise her. Her words are muffled behind his palm on her mouth. She's shocked, startled, and is starting to realize what's happening despite her impaired mental state.

He groans from above her, the sounds of their slick seemingly loud in the otherwise quiet room. He whispers her name, it slipping out during his state of ecstacy.

She begins pushing against his chest, trying to get him to stop, but instead, his hips pick up in speed. She chokes around her attempt at words, feeling his hips slapping against her ass with force from pent-up lust and longing that's long overdue for a release.

"I can't!" She tries to say from behind his hand, but he isn't listening.

"Just enjoy this, honey," he pants, his eyes still closed in bliss.

When she starts fighting back, his eyes fly open and he knows that he's in trouble.

First, she gets his hand off of her mouth and demands him to explain what's happening. And then to stop. To get off her. That it's too much, and she—

He holds her fighting fists down by her wrists and above her head on the bed.

He makes this seem like it's about her. "I'm going to make you feel good. Just let me! You'll love it!"

But she can't focus on that. Even when he's kissing down the side of her neck like he loves her. Even when he maneuvers their hips, trapping both her wrists under one of his larger hands, in order to use his free hand to position her into a mating press. Even when he begins rubbing against her clit with every bed-jostling thrust, inevitably forcing her to her second orgasm for the night. Even when her g-spot is being rubbed against and her cervix kissed—

"Oh, god, oh! OH!"

She doesn't like him, she hates him. He kisses her and she nips his bottom lip hard enough to draw a speckle of blood. She claws at his hand around her wrist, creating angry red lines on his skin. When he succeeds in pulling an orgasm from her, all the while reciting how beautiful she is, she bites her own bottom lip and tries not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan from the delightful feeling.

"Ugh, god," is groaned, gutterly.

"No, not god. Just me. It'll always be me. You're mine, forever."

#now listen pls - LISTEN - I know I don't write anymore and it's been an eternity since I worked on any of my Last Fics #I've been busy and off of tumblr + my creativity has basically been forcfully been dragged out behind an urgent care and shot #but this little spark of an idea hit me unexpectedly and I didn't want to be a fool by thinking I'll remember this when I wake #though this is inspired by dragonmaiden's requests that I haven't forgotten and will fill if she still wants them to be written #this has been kept anonymous and nameless for anyone to read and perhaps enjoy #palettewrites #dark!fic #grey!fic #gray!fic #dark fic #grey fic #gray fic #x reader #x you #x y/n #x black!reader #x black reader #x black fem reader #x oc #x original character #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x black!reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x you #timothée chalamet x black!reader #timothée chalamet smut #timothée chalamet dark fic #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet dark fic

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wormsdyke · 3 months

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there is a deeply depressed lesbian demon that overtakes me at least once a week and makes me listen to appointments by julien baker on repeat

#orating!#goddd its all going dark #the first time i heard maybe emptiness is just a lesson in canvases my jaw literally dropped #unexpectedly was shot in the back of the head with relationship trauma last night so like what am i supposed to do #julien baker #tunes posting

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prolibytherium · 2 months

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Though I will say there was one time I was solo dispersed camping in a national forest and was cooking after dark and thought I saw a human figure peek out from behind a tree to look at me and quickly duck back and it was possibly the most scared I have ever been in my life

#Seeing another human in that context is very unsettling to begin with and them not only being There but behaving weird as fuck is #even scarier #I doubt it was actually real though it was dark and I hallucinate #Also there have been a couple instances where I kind of was that person (happened across other people unexpectedly and didn't want #to startle them) so that's a thing too

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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Rakha and the others trail behind as Lae'zel makes a beeline for the githyanki officer and the enormous dragon flanking him.

"Rider! My time is short!" she bursts out. "Lead me to--"

"Shhhh-sh-shh..." The kith'rak puts up a hand, clicks his tongue sharply. "Such a familiar tone," he growls curtly. "Were I not merciful, I would slice the skin clean from your meat. Yet you are not bleeding - for I am *nothing* if not merciful. Your name, child!"

Rakha can see how Lae'zel is struck by these words as if by a whip. She goes completely still, ramrod straight, eyes widening. Rakha herself feels a surge of anger on the other woman's behalf, anger the beast in her mind immediately clings onto. How dare he--

Images flash through her - of this officer's head severed from his body and fed into his red dragon's gullet. She sets her jaw, pushes the thoughts back and keeps silent through a force of tremendous will.

Nod to Laezel. Go ahead.

(A/N: We get a specifically [HALF-ORC] option here to insist on speaking on Lae'zel's behalf. I can think of some types of characters who would demand to take the lead here, but neither Hector nor Rakha are the type to claim it. Hector because he was a good dude who trusted his friends and Rakha because she has zero confidence that she knows better about the right path through any given conversation.)

"Lae'zel," Lae'zel says crisply, her eyes staring past the officer's left shoulder.

The man looks her over thoughtfully, then nods. "Lae'zel," he echoes curtly. "Proud. Regal, even. You will call me Jhe'stil Kith'rak."

The githyanki words mean nothing to Rakha, but Lae'zel clearly recognizes them and their implication; her head dips deferentially. All of the dominant confidence which she has brought to their battles thus far seems for a moment lost; she is subordinate to this man, instantly and entirely.

"Voss. Knight Supreme," she says respectfully. "The queen's silver. The queen's sword."

"I am who you say," Voss answers coolly. "A ghaik vessel has fallen from the sky, Lae'zel. Thieves aboard have taken a weapon most precious. It is polyhedric in shape, and inscribed with the sacred runes of our people."

It is perhaps a good thing that he is focused on Lae'zel, because Rakha's eyebrows shoot up. She realizes what he is talking about half a moment before the tadpole connection burns suddenly in her brain.

Narrator: You feel Shadowheart's anxiety. The weapon that Voss seeks is the same one the Absolute's followers are hunting. It's the artifact that she carries. Her mind focuses - the giths' suspicion cannot be aroused. They cannot discover that the weapon they seek is right within their grasp.

Well. This is an interesting development.

The Absolutists' hunt for the artifact made sense enough - a weapon that prevented their god from speaking would need to be destroyed. But the gith, it seems, are searching for a more personal reason - Voss's words suggest that the artifact itself is gith in origin.

This makes some sense, as Rakha's brain chews through the available information. Lae'zel has told her that her people have fought illithids for eons, and that the cleansing they seek at the nearby creche is designed to purge a tadpole infection. It is not surprising, then, that a weapon of gith design might also interfere with this cult of the Absolute, since it operates with the use of modified mind flayer parasites.

Voss is still speaking. "Take word to your creche," he instructs Lae'zel firmly. "You are to join our search."

And Lae'zel, whom Rakha has never seen flinch from anything, hesitates.

"Speak up, child!" Voss commands. "Affirm your mandate."

(A/N: TBH Rakha's instinct here is actually to just hand over the artifact. She thinks that the worms will stop being an issue because obviously the zaith'isk is going to work, and if it's a gith artifact why shouldn't it go back to the gith? Gesture of good faith and all that.

Surprisingly, if you do this, Lae'zel gets SUPER pissed and yells at you (and then yells again after the fight), and I'm honestly not entirely sure why? And then Voss just assumes you were the thief in the first place and tells Baretha to kill you anyway. I straight-up can't figure out how to rationalize Lae'zel being so angry, because she doesn't think Voss is a traitor until later in the conversation, and once you get to the creche she gets mad if you DON'T turn over the artifact to W'wargaz.

However, we have another option which still works for Rakha's thought process so we'll just stick with that rather than turn my brain into a pretzel trying to make the other one work.)

Rakha can feel Lae'zel's sudden nervousness through the tadpole connection, an uncertainty that is very unlike her. What is she waiting for? She has said from the very beginning that their best chance of safety was to reach out to her people, to inform them of their plight and obtain their help. Why does she wait?

Mouth a silent command to Lae'zel: 'Truth.'

Lae'zel straightens sharply. "My mandate, Jhe'stil Kith'rak," she says crisply, "is to locate this creche. I was infected aboard a ghaik ship and need to be purified. Your mandate is to aid me!"

Rakha waits for the kith'rak's expected agreement, for him to direct them to the creche and the salvation that awaits there. But he does not move. His eyes narrow and he peers at Lae'zel with sudden attentive interest - and dismay. "Purified?" he says disdainfully. "Soon your skin will go grey and your blood will run silver. You will shed your skin to become ghaik. Only in death are the infected cleansed."

Lae'zel stiffens. Her eyes widen so far that Rakha can see the whites in them.

"Shit," she hears Wyll mutter under his breath.

"Baretha!" The kith'rak lifts a hand, directing his underling forward. His eyes don't leave Lae'zel; he seems to be memorizing her face, her bearing, everything about her. "See that her skull is split and the tadpole crushed! Then examine her corpse. I will take word to the Undying Queen - our search continues."

He pivots sharply, backpedaling as the other soldiers come forward. As he does, his eyes cross Rakha's line of sight and lock there for a moment, and a chill shoots through her, mixed with a flare of rage from the beast.

He is lying.

Narrator: A current of deception carries Voss's words. Wherever he flies - it is not to Vlaakith.

Her mind whirls. This doesn't make sense. The kith'rak has heard Lae'zel's request and denied the purification that she claims is standard procedure - and wants them dead instead. He says he travels to the queen and goes elsewhere. Why?

"Wait--" she starts to snap, but it is cut off into a cry of pain as Baretha's sword sinks into her arm. And then she has no further time to think of anything as the beast insists on revenge.

(A/N: And then I struggled for like an hour to complete this fight without cheesing it, and then I gave up and cheesed it. XD )

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The githyanki are perhaps the fiercest enemies Rakha has yet fought in the time she has memory of. They move in lockstep, completely in sync, attacking so rapidly that it is hard to keep track of. But even they are no match for Rakha's mad, wild magic that bit by bit tears their regimented battle apart.

Baretha is the last to fall, shredded apart by a cloud of daggers summoned from Rakha's palms, and Rakha's mind slowly clears as she stands over the mutilated corpse and breathes in the scent of its blood.

Emptiness follows the blood-rage, and a distinct note of fear. Now what?

She looks towards Lae'zel. Her gith companion is vibrating with rage and disbelief; her skin is flushed a dark olive and her eyes are narrowed almost to slits.

"Dammit all!" she roars, lashing out with a sharp kick against the head of one of the fallen officers. "A kith'rak demanded my head! He'd deny me a cure!"

She takes a sharp few steps back and forth in agitated pacing. "Bah," She mutters harshly, taking a grip on herself with brutal discipline and coming to a halt dead still. "This is a distraction. The kith'rak deserves the whole of my scorn. How *dare* he speak my queen's name! How *dare* he dishonor her child!"

Rakha listens silently, waiting for the flow of words to stop before speaking.

Lae'zel is furious - but beneath the anger Rakha thinks she detects a hint of something else. Fear. Puzzlement. This has not gone as Lae'zel expected and she is afraid. There is more going on here than Rakha is able to understand, except that Lae'zel - her companion, her... friend - is more rattled than Rakha has ever seen her.

(A/N: I'm 90% sure this dialog has been updated since I played through this with Hector. There are a few more dialog options all expressing more clearly than I recall before that Lae'zel believes Voss is a traitor to Vlaakith because he denied the SOP of purification. In the particular state of things between Rakha and Lae'zel, however, I find one of them particularly interesting. >:) )

She thinks for a moment, and remembers a moment from the previous night with Wyll on the beach. There had been confusion, awkwardness between them, and he reached out a hand and rested it on her arm and held it there for just a moment. Soothing. Comforting.

Lae'zel needs comforting now.

She tilts her head pensively, then reaches out towards Lae'zel's arm cautiously.

Reach out to comfort her.

"SHKA'KETH!" Lae'zel roars. She bursts backwards away from Rakha, knocking the offered touch aside as if deflecting an enemy weapon. The tension that has sat between them for weeks now suddenly explodes, and Rakha realizes too late that she has seen the gesture as mocking given the abrupt ending of their physical relationship.

"I will remove the parasite," Lae'zel goes on, snarling like a wounded animal. "I will see the kith'rak dead and present his corpse to Vlaaktih herself!" She rips her greatsword from its sheathe and turns the point towards Rakha's throat in a quick, spasmodic movement. "Show me pity again and I will present *your* corpse instead!"

KILL, roars the beast in Rakha's head and for a moment she feels her control slip. Were Lae'zel to make another movement, perhaps the beast would take over after all, and Rakha would find her hands around her friend's throat and everything over between them in one great fountain of blood and pain.

But neither of them moves. The two of them - all four of them - are still as statues amid the corpses around them. Rakha is dimly conscious that Wyll has a hand on his sword hilt and an eldritch blast held in the opposite palm, ready to strike - at who she doesn't know.

Lae'zel's eyes search Rakha's, and in that gaze Rakha sees a depth of pain and fear in the other woman that she had not known existed until this moment. She does not understand it, not entirely - except that somehow it is partially her fault. Partially her, and partially this kith'rak who has turned his back on the foundations of Lae'zel's life.

She says nothing, but nods slowly in acknowledgment. And equally slowly, the point of Lae'zel's sword dips, until it falls back to her side.

"A creche is near. That much is certain," she mutters. "We follow the path forward and seek signs of githyanki settlers. No one - not even the ignoble Jhe'stil Kith'rak, will keep me from my purification."

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #well this got very long and unexpectedly dramatic O.O #gonna leave it there for tonight - didn't make too much progress today cos i kept getting pulled away XD #more this week thooooo

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lilybug-02 · 9 months

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You drew Chara, Kris, Susie and Ralsei bread.

Would Dess bread be growing mold since she's dying slowly?

What.

#well that was unexpectedly dark #I’m not drawing that ❤️#ask stuff #deltarune

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nostalgia-tblr · 2 months

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does it count as "an adultery kink" if the fascination is only for the very specific dynamic where there's a still-totally-deniable thorki subtext underneath it all?

asking for the many people who have no doubt wondered this.

#yeah i'll just go ahead and post this right after asking about baptism. a sacrament and then a sin you get the FULL RANGE here.#also idk if i just lucked out by finding all the dark jane/loki fic right away or if i've found my mcu people unexpectedly #either is acceptable really #i'd read fic where thor is the one stealing his bro's lover but i feel like he'd just apologise to that lover for having even THOUGHT of it #while other way round seems like it'd effectively be a “buy one prince get a second one free” deal for anyone thor so much as glanced at #my Drafts are full of this sort of shit btw #no wonder arlo guthrie did a 20 minute song about avoiding them!

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maegalkarven · 6 months

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Thinking of Ravengard Ward AU where things proceed to the point of the events of the game with several results:

Levi, convinced by Gortash fighting off Bhaal is only possible with the Crown of Karsus and growing desperate with every day (as Bhaal pushes to control him with growing force), ventures into Mephistar to steal it from Mephistopheles.

While he is gone Ravengard goes to Elturel and, as Elturel falls to Avernus, descends there too. Duke's second son Wyll, an aspiring ranger, ventures into Hells alongside with counselor Florrick in a quest to find Ulder Ravengard. Levi returns from Mephistar to find all of his family gone. He wants to rush after them to Avernus, but Bhaal's hold on him is getting worse with everyday, and he's running out of time. He hopes his brother and Florrick know what they're doing.

With Ravengard missing and Florrick out of the city, Enver Gortash conspires to have proclaim the duke dead, making Leviathan Ravengard his heir and successor.

The Absolute Plan is set into motion, with only one god (Myrkul) involved. Levi and Gortash are forced to work with Ketheric bc the illithid colony is literally Under His House. Levi plans to betray the man and clean the shadow-cursed lands because this is what Jaheira and the harpers would have wanted. He when plans to use the newly gained with Absolute power to destroy Bhaal, Bane and Myrkul in one go. Gortash plans to obtain the power alike gods without any restrictions gods are forced under.

The first illithid-infected people start to appear. Jaheira and Minsc go to investigate, Minsc gets infected. Levi plans to use him as a leverage against Jaheira and Wyll if (then) they will disagree with his plans.

The incoming wedding of Duke Leviathan Ravengard and Lord Enver Gortash is announced. Lord Gortash is then going to be proclaimed the first Archduke of Baldur's Gate, with his husband's full support.

Wyll and Florrick meet Karlach and team up with her. Wyll is horrified to find out the guy who is dating his older brother sold Karlach to the deviless. Together they find Duke Ravengard and hijack the nautiloid.

The following (with all the in-game steps) events are:

Wyll and the team (Wyll is the leader) reach BG just in time to be informed of the passed wedding and the incoming inauguration of Lord Gortash.

They are horrified what has happened to the city in their absence. Ravengard, Wyll and Jaheira try to talk sense into Levi, Levi argues back what none of them know what it's like to have the God of Murder in their head all the time. What Bhaal was showing him more things these days, what he knows his destiny - he is a pureblood bhaalspawn, made out of Bhaal's dead flesh, he is destined to destroy the world. He is trying to convince them this is the only way he can do it, what this way he can destroy all gods for good, his Father included. What with the power the stones and Absolute gives them, he and Gortash can become new gods, can change the very rules of the universe - and wouldn't it be great?

The huge argument follows and Levi storms out, angry.

The next time they see him is at the inauguration, when, instead of proclaiming Gorash the new Archduke, Levi murders everyone but Gortash (who by this point is used to his husband's murder sprees and is successfully defended by Steel Watch) in the Hall.

Wyll and co walk into the Hall, expecting confrontation, but finding Levi in a pool of blood as Gortash tries to make him come out of the stupor.

Levi raises a desperate gaze at his brother and says: "Don't you see? It's getting worse. Bhaal is so angry. This is the only way. Why can't you see? Why no one but Enver can see it?!"

#dark urge: levi #ravengard ward au #durgetash #i love how this au in some ways is better #but in some ways is even worse #Levi is one of the Big Bad #his main motivation is getting free from Bhaal and not killing Ulder Wyll Florrick Jaheira Minsc and Gortash #everyone else can burn in hell for all he cares about #Enver Gortash is living his best life manipulating and malewifing his way into very questionable not exactly godhood #his husband growing more apeshit with everyday is unexpectedly upsetting tho #and ketheric died too early it freed brain from the part of the command #he KNEW they shouldn't have involved him at all #they could've done it just the two of them #he eventually plans to venture into mephisto's vault again but at this point he frantically researches all the way they can erase bhaal #from the existence bc fuck this levi is HIS. No gods are allowed between them #at some point levi stopped being a ladder to greatness and become important and gortash missed when this moment was #meanwhile tadpoled minsc is fighting bhaalists bc Levi ordered him to #Levi is like “you're a known enemy of Bhaal. Let's put it to good use”#he legit sent poor minsc to find a way to the temple of bhaal and find a way inside #also Orin is getting apeshit around the city too just for the sake of it and bc dad said so #Levi doesn't like it but he knows confronting his sister and killing her will make him into Abdel 2.0.#meaning either he will die in the fight or Bhaal will turn him into his meat puppet when Orin drops dead #so he'll send jaheira and co after her trail of dead bodies too #Karlach: Gortash is Evil!#Wyll and Ravengard: yeah we know. He is married to our Levi tho.#Karlach: 'your Levi' just killed everyone in this room but the only man I actually want to see dead!#Jaheira: it it's of any conciliation he doesn't look happy about it. Neither does Gortash

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Hey, I love your work, esp your Dramione stuff! I noticed the tags on some of your posts and I was wondering: are you planning on turning Sweet Sacrifice into original fiction? I would be interested in seeing more genre romance in the mainstream

Aw, thank you! I've had the intent of adapting Sweet Sacrifice away from Harry Potter lore and into its own original work for a while now. (I talk about it some on my writing blog here and here.)

I sort of started on this already by working on an AU comic loosely based on Sweet Sacrifice since last year. It covers some of the same ground but the plot has been reduced down to mainly just being about Caius and Isolde (formerly Draco and Hermione) because if I cover anything else from the actual fic plot this comic would be like a hundred pages long. I'm working on chapter 2 of the comic right now and it's at 13 pages currently and about to get very NSFW, but I don't know if I plan to make a chapter 3 to the comic because it's really intensive work, but we'll see. This is mostly for fun but it's also helped me consider how the story might go now that I've stripped the HP elements from it and am trying my hand at world building and developing these characters further into something of my own and not relying on someone else's lore.

(I'll post more of chapter 1 of the comic but I don't think I'll post it here. So far what I've shared of it has been mainly on WordPress and DeviantArt but the full pdf is up on my Patreon.)

As for writing, I would really love to give Sweet Sacrifice a do over and make it a proper horror novel starting at a point before D + H/Caius and Isolde meet. I really want to flesh out the doomed village better and really delve into life before/during the werewolf's haunting before we get into the whole mated life thing.

I like the idea of doing it on my own and just compiling it into an ebook and "publishing" it on my own site. If I did it any other way I'd probably have to change specific/significant aspects of it to keep it from getting flagged or rejected or something, considering the themes running throughout the fic. I don't want to buckle on it remaining horror/dark romance (and the romance is questionable, at that). I don't see my type of work ever hitting mainstream (and I don't think I'd want it to either, to be honest). I don't like the idea of having to really water down the things I write to appeal to a larger audience when I already have you and many others as an audience (who already know what you're in for)!

I'm sort of taking a break from writing it right now because I've been feeling burnt out at how long the chapters have gotten and I still need to figure out the rest of the plot but the intent is absolutely there so I'll get to it soon, I hope.

TLDR: Yes, absolutely this is something I want/plan to do! I've got this story shredded between my teeth and I'll rearrange these letters to tell it in as many ways as I can, and make it my own.

(This was a really long answer to your question I'm sorry T-T ) but thanks for asking!

bonus: i don't think i've posted these here yet but bottom left is a WIP shot of the SS ch. 2 cover and image on the right is a pre-background/text flats layout of one of the final pages from chapter 1. Putting this bit under a read more bc of the sensitive material.

#leigh speaks #leigh writes #dramione #sorry for all the links I truly loathe self promo i feel like a hack every time #but my blog really does have better insight bc i post about fic/comic status somewhat regularly #also making comics is fucking hard idk how the pros do it good god #also I'm really just excited about this admittedly very self-indulgent dark werewolf tale #this took an unexpectedly long time to write a response so i'm pinning this so you can find it easy anon!#i genuinely forgot i made the last artwork bc it was sitting in a folder and now i'm mad bc i should've made that the cover for ch. 1 gdi #does the wardrobe of either character reflect the time period i meant this to be in? no! and i'm very annoyed w/ myself about it #i know this question was about writing and not art but this is all i've got going on rn so it's the best answer i can give

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