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FOULPREY ; Private, independent, highly selective. Multimuse blog hosting a collection from Baldur's Gate 3 and original characters. —hunted and coveted by @macabrehunter
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"I have eyesight which far outstrips your own. I am built to watch." / @pleasureprince for Raphael.
It makes his skin crawl. He makes his skin crawl, with the assured nature of his voice breaching the depths of Raphael's guts like a swarm of maggots. A reminder of precisely how powerless he is, how petulant he must seem, a child clinging to only the semblance of power and control. Worse, in his own home.
To his credit, Raphael doesn't seethe, even when his expression contorts with distaste. Pursed lips and narrowed eyes, fingers curled into tight, intertwined fists on his own lap over crossed legs. What he hates most is to be made small, to be made insignificant. But he is a self-preserving creature, above all.
When his eyes flicker to the board, he sees all the ways this game of chess could end. Yet not enough for victory. Not enough to escape his insight.
This is his loss, proverbially.
"Pray tell, then. Illuminate me. What have you been so watchful over that you've decided to grace me with your presence," he asks, biting through the words, "here, in the House of Hope?"
Uninvited.
So he's been browsing the wrong pile. This, he assumes, taking one last glance at the seven-bedroom property, didn't make the cut. Still, his point stands. The smallest Simon's seen was a four bedroom, and he uses this word lightly, cottage.
Cottage. He snorts.
Richie makes one fair comment regarding the distance that he's able to agree with wholly. While Simon has no qualms about waking up early enough that the sun wouldn't have to rise for another few hours, he may have a few choice words for the commute that'd come with that sort of distance. Plainly put, a waste of good time.
He reaches for the other pile that Richie believes he'd be more interested in. Simon thinks he's rather simple; all he needs is a roof over his head and something adequate. He'd even settle for livable. Between the two of them, Richie's the more particular and opinionated man.
At least the options seem to be more reasonable, by a margin.
"What exactly are you looking for?" Simon asks as he sifts through the papers while Richie sorts through the rest of what he's got. He grunts. "Five bedrooms. Plenty of space for a sleepover."
"If you live long enough, time can be a weapon." / @pleasureprince for Adonai.
Between the pages of tomes older than even she is lie traces of the countless lives that came before her. These marks left behind by desperate hands, or hopeful ones, wanting to be remembered in some form by leaving pieces of themselves behind. The few that are lucky to have survived the ages. How many more out there? And how many lost to time?
If not to fire. To the elements. If not to other, jealous hands.
But some stand out more than others. A craftsmanship that catches the eye. Or a presence, carved out of onyx and into the space of this study hall itself. Her pale eyes catch his reflection on the brass candlestick, flames flickering when the air around them stirs as he approaches.
"...Yes, that maybe so." The charming, well-spoken gentleman had been in discussion with some of the other patrons. And Adonai is here only in passing, always in the wake of death. A stranger. Her head turns to look at him. "But I imagine not all weapons must be wielded."
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I stared at this for a second because I don't even entirely know where to start with you. I don't think I can articulate your skill in a post.
Your writing is some of best I've ever written with in all my years of roleplaying. It is so, so, so rare that I'm brought to tears because of someone's writing dick punching me in the feelings. You are so good at just grabbing me by the heart and fucking squeezing it with your writing. You have these one liners that haunt me.
Purple made him sick for days.
Because you will ruin me most.
There's others but you get the idea. Honestly, I think I've grown as a writer getting to write with you. You've challenged me to do better just to keep up. You are so creative and devious and witty.
We've so many headcanons together, so much world building. Across multiple blogs. Multiple fandoms. I can't even begin to say how grateful I am for your presence in my life (rpc and ooc).
I still think of our Astarion and Gortash stuff. And of course, our most recent, Bathawk.
Happy New Year, my friend.
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I wanted to write Richie experiencing sleep paralysis, because that seemed like it could be interesting. So here's that, with special guest @foulprey's Simon, because it's generally more fun to torment your characters when there's someone else there too.
Bloody inclement weather.
He barks orders to the men behind him, straining to carry over the storm despite their comms.
Between the rain and the ocean spray, the ship's deck threatens to greet them with one wrong misstep. And the ocean all but promises as much, tossing the tanker on swells no sane sailor would be out in. To make matters worse, its cargo's either come loose or been cut free. Containers squeal across the deck with every heavy tilt across the rough waters.
"Push up! Watch your exits!"
Duke doesn't see what hits him. One moment he's pivoting men down this precarious path, and the next, the force slamming into his chest is enough to send him reeling, then into free-fall. Wind and rain lash at exposed skin the whole way down.
The ocean swallows him whole.
Foundation Sentences, Vol. 3
(Sentences from Foundation (2021-). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"If you live long enough, time can be a weapon."
"I can never decide whether the runners are weak for showing their fear, or if it's good they die honest."
"How'd you know how to fly like that?"
"My loyalties lie elsewhere."
"Is this a poem?"
"You're always so angry with me."
"You were supposed to die centuries ago, yet here you are."
"There's something happening here. I can't explain it, but I know you're at the centre of it."
"The road ahead is one you can travel on your own."
"Well, if it can get worse, it can also get better."
"I think, in this moment, I understand what it's like to be you."
"I promise you, you will come to love me."
"On the rare occasion when I tell someone who I am, they tend to be frightened of me."
"You have pleased me."
"I'm not afraid of history."
"If the world's going to end, why keep secrets?"
"War. What do you know about war? You are a boy."
"Do you ever feel like your life is not your own?"
"I don't think you'd enjoy meeting my family."
"Hundreds of millions died that day, and you speak of it like it was nothing!"
"I have eyesight which far outstrips your own. I am built to watch."
"Death doesn't seem an option for you."
"You are mistaking me for human."
"Did you love her? Did she love you back?"
"The thing I had for a mother doesn't have any idea what it is to feel a connection with someone."
"If you're here in person, it really must be bad."
"It's not that I don't think you were loyal. You were - just not to me."
"I really wish I could have kept my promise, but there was never another way out of this."
"Do I need to know what that is?"
"I wasn't raised to be kind."
"Who are you to be talking about morals?"
❛i cannot keep pretending this place feels like home.❜ [ gabriel to mags-- ]
Pretending. What a terrible thing that is. To be something one is not, to forcefully believe in what is untrue to be true. At times, in desperation. The wanting, clawing need to belong is like a yawning abyss impossible to ignore. But there comes a point where the illusion will shatter under the weight of reality, the ultimate desire to confront the truth for what it is and look at it in the eyes.
For too many years now have mutants been cast out from the rest of humanity. Differentiated, sidelined, treated as animals in need of taming and culling. They've made their haven here, freed from the shackles that bound them, but Magneto understands that home is never just a place. It is that, and more.
"And what does home mean to you?" Magneto watches the young mutant's face, hands folded neatly behind his back. "What is it are you chasing, Vulcan? The phantoms of a feeling, or something real?"
✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? 👀 Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance? 💢 Something about the muse that annoys you? 📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 💭 Favorite memory of the muse? 😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? for Ghost <3
munday stuff!
✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? his banter. he's so petty. snarky. everything funny he's ever said were and will be spoken straight-faced. which makes it funnier
👀 Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance? oooh baby have you seen those eyelashes...
💢 Something about the muse that annoys you? emotionally repressed. (his verse with richie is a miracle lol)
📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? that he's got a DNAR... LMFAO
💭 Favorite memory of the muse? between him and richie specifically, the forced R&R. that was fun
😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? trying to figure out his thoughts and put it into words without it being too many words and not too little. this is also because i'm rusty with him but i choose to blame it on him instead
🌌Favorite alternate version of the muse?
💕Favorite ship for the muse?
💔Least favorite ship for the muse?
💢Something about the muse that annoys you?
😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse?
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🌌Favorite alternate version of the muse? the one where she remains as myrkul's priestess is pretty cool
💕Favorite ship for the muse? reos/adonai >:3 (shoutout to her playthrough romance with halsin)
💔Least favorite ship for the muse? those are the only two ships of her so... ?!
💢Something about the muse that annoys you? nothing ofc she's perfect (not annoying, but a flaw that makes me love her more is how she is hypocritical with her values vs actions, especially surrounding her story with reos)
😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse? maybe have her whole temple murdered by a certain bhaalspawn, who would also torment and chase her down, claiming he loves her while simultaneously destroying everything around her? but she can't and won't let him go, doesn't want to kill him, and suffer the consequences, guilt, and the aftermath of their twisted love because she fooled herself into believing that she can save him even though the blood of dozens is also on her hands?! i don't know man...
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😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?
🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future?
🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse?
💭 Favorite memory of the muse?
For Gortash
munday stuff!
😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? hmm not that i know, i think i incorporate gortash’s canon into his character as best i can because there’s not a lot of it to begin with
🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future? canonically? dead and tortured eternally. but i want him to be an evil tyrant :p i’m not interested in redeeming him he should be evil forever. as a treat
🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse? i don’t keep up with what the popular opinion is and gortash is so polarizing in the fandom. i’d say, “i think he’s hot,” and half would agree and half wouldn’t
💭 Favorite memory of the muse? when we first started writing bloodtyrant and that’s how we really started to become super good friends :3
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❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜ (Gortash)
These irritating, ignorant imbeciles with half a thought shared between them are driving him mad. Gortash's jaw juts forward with clear and visible irritation as he leans forward over the table with a scowl. When he speaks, his teeth are bared, the gravel of his voice quiet enough not to alert the other patrons around them but a clear message is sent and received.
The two men stand and leave in haste, scrambling away without looking back, ducking out of the parlor, and the building, scattering back to the street.
Mentally, Gortash reminds himself to clean up the mess before it has the chance to spread into something doubly frustrating. His sigh is half a groan, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans back into his seat, tuning out the sound of music coming from the stage.
"Well, someone's cranky today."
He hears him first before he sees him. When Gortash reopens his eyes, the previously empty seat across of his is occupied by someone who looks and sounds too familiar to be coincidental. It doesn't stop at that. His mannerisms are simply too distinct to ignore, even if Gortash would prefer not to remember.
Gortash's brows rise. "...Haarlep?"
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▌@foulprey sent : [ TIEFLING PARTY. ] A starter where our muses approach one another at the tiefling party, to gossip, chat, dance, or hit on each other. / from Adonai
If one had told her that in a couple of months Babette would find herself attending her first real party ever ( and nowhere else than at a makeshift camp in the wilderness ) , she would have not believed a word of it. Festivities usually meant cherry-picked individuals, breathtaking halls, nobles. All out of reach, never experienced, never allowed.
But between the predicament of a tadpole in their heads & a dozen of tiefling refugees their party managed to save, the seamstress shared a rare night of camaraderie & drinks. Her partner of choice — Adonai.
❝ Doni, hey Doni. . . ❞ She scooted closer on the log to the drow, voice low as if anyone was able to hear the two of them conversing over the volume of the party, ❝ I think I caught Astarion drinking vinegar. At least that's what he mewled about . . . ❞ She did not expect vampires to be able to drink vinegar. This adventure truly is full of new epiphanies.
❝ So silly, you can't just . . . drink that. It tastes yucky ! ❞
Time passed without a single ceremorphosis. There were moments in private where Adonai found the presence of an illithid tadpole deep in the recesses of her skull undeniably disturbing, and yet still their collective spirit persisted against the odds. The patchwork group they had gathered found their way from one small victory to another until it became a cause for celebration.
It wasn't an unwelcome change.
Adonai stared at the wine in her glass before her thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice hushed at her side. Babette spoke of the vampire—of Astarion—the man who, in any other circumstance but this, would have been Adonai's enemy by virtue of what he was. An undead.
"It is an unkind thing to be what he is," Adonai responded, not at all a whisper. She lifted the drink in her hand towards her. "Unable to taste the sweetness of wine. If it were your blood, perhaps he wouldn't have complained."
It was hard to make the distinction between what Adonai meant in jest and what she didn't. That she never clarified didn't help. "Is this what you've been up to, little Babsi? Spying on others?"
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Because Richie needs something more permanent than ink and Simon is willing to leave his mark. / @hvndredbattles
Death is a constant. Simon's been to more funerals than he has weddings, counting his own. But death never loomed so closely, never felt as real as it does now with Richie in his life. He knows that Richie feels it strongly, the fear always clawing its way back from the edges, grazing just close enough one day that sends them tumbling down.
He wants permanence. Something impossible. Simon can only give.
It's instinctive, the way they move like they've done this a hundred times before. Their kisses are urgent, desperate to feel how alive the other is. Searching for a pulse, chasing after each other's breaths. Simon pulls Richie's shirt clean off as they make their way through the flat and somewhere along the way, he crowds Richie against the wall of their bedroom, thighs and legs tangled, hips flush with one another.
"You sure about this?" Simon asks again with their faces so close that he practically speaks against Richie's lips. His hand squeezes the back of Richie's neck. "It's what you want?"
