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Selune probably would not be overly pleased with Luna's insistence on helping him, one of the dead three's chosen. But, if she was watching, she had surely seen Luna make questionable decisions before. She should have turned and left him to his fate and yet…

Luna watched him, unimpressed, for several moments before exhaling a deep sigh, stepping forward to get a better look at his injury. Her hand rested over his wrist, pulling it back in order to place her own hands there instead, healing incantation spoken urgently and hoping she would be answered. Light soon enveloped her hands and began to work, with Luna exhaling a sigh of relief.

"I'm sure she'd say something along the lines of 'not again, Luna, why are you always drawn to these ungrateful assholes? Your taste in men is shit. Do better'."

Random asks || always accepting

Haarlep had been laying on Raphael's bed, his chin resting against his crossed arms, belly down. Large wings splayed across the wide berth of the bed. Haarlep took little interest in the words of the books, unless they were raunchy, but he did consume the drawn pictures with a childlike curiosity, turning page after page. If he was lucky, Raphael might actually read them to him so he didn't have to.

In their little moment of quiet tranquillity, Haarlep's ears had prickled when he'd heard the shuffling of familiar feet within the boudoir. Enver was allowed out every now and again, although it was mostly the incubus that opened his door when Raphael was out and about on the Material Plane. Haarlep liked to say that they were friends. The incubus made many of those, but generally they were to manipulate them into their twisted, little claws.

When the kiss was planted upon his horns, in what Haarlep could only assume was gratitude before feet fled, he looked over his shoulder to see Enver's legs disappear down the steps.

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s)

(she's not even a canon character) BUT THANK YOU. it's the metalhead in me that channels my love for powerful women adorned in heavy plating. i know the mourn watchers comprise of casters..... but where's the love for reapers???

🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics

THANK YOU EEEEE i want to say i do love the purple you use for gortash. i have purple bias (it's my favorite colour) so it automatically looks photogenic to me.

💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

OKAY WELL... i suppose i do not need to worry when i post about my headcanons. sometimes i wonder if people are even reading them. not a concern to have, it's not like i'm going to delete them. and i provide a link to my headcanons, giving the option to you, the viewer, if you wish to learn more about ymir through them. but that worry does linger. i'm going to be honest, i am taken aback whenever somebody mentions my headcanons, even the smallest thing from her bio like her titles being mentioned in writing. little acknowledgements like that makes me so unbelievably happy.

✨ ― i love the way you write

thank you!! i enjoy reading your gortash interactions with other muses. your interpretation of him is accurate to the canon :>

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

i am ADMIRING YOU FROM AFAR AS WELL!! even tho we talked in DMs you're a joy to see on thee dash.

"if it were a fight i was bringin', you'd not be able to speak without one of them fancy necromancy spells."

fuck it. the cry of the barbarian, yeah? the legacy of his father: your life is nothing if you can't throw it all away for the blood and sheer fucking delight of the battle. that was what fueled the bite of his reply to the pretender.

he had been hired on as one of the patriarch's bodyguard and had been doing well thus far, but this fucker was a splinter digging under the nail bed. he was a rotten tooth you couldn't stop tonguing until your gums ached. he was making it hard to shut up and do his fucking job.

his expression had been grim, at best, until a rogue thought had the corner of his mouth ticking upward in a dark, smug smile.

──── ⵌ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗 ( forgot where it is lol old meme? ) ─── raphael x gortash ( ♥ )

The heavy scent of cherries, palmarosa, and musk saturates the air as Raphael’s shadow stretches across the room, swallowing the meager light. Young Enver Gortash, caught red-handed, stands by Raphael’s desk, one hand adorned with glittering, golden rings he clearly wasn’t meant to touch. They catch the dim light, shimmering mockingly in defiance of their true owner.

Raphael steps into the room, eyes blazing with fury, though his smile remains maddeningly composed. He shuts the door behind him with care, the click of the latch echoing like a death knell.

“How precious” he purrs, his voice low and razor-edged. “Little Enver, playing lord with baubles far beyond his station. Are you feeling powerful, hmm? Wearing my expensive rings? Do you enjoy the fantasy of possessing what you could never earn?”

He strides closer, a predator closing in on its prey, until he looms over the boy. Raphael’s gaze flickers to the rings now adorning the fingers of a mere servant, igniting a smoldering irritation barely restrained beneath his polished exterior.

“You’re bolder than most. Stupid, of course, but bold.” His eyes narrow. “And yet, boldness alone doesn’t justify thievery in my house.”

Raphael raises a hand, and the air grows colder. For a moment, it seems as though punishment is inevitable. But just as the tension reaches its peak, he lets out a sharp, biting laugh and takes the younger man’s hands in his clawed grasp. His fingers caress the boy’s ringed ones, a cruel amusement glinting in his golden eyes. Hah, adorable! He wants to be me.

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Like shards of a broken mirror, slowly pieced together until a reflection became whole, Duri's fractured memory was finally coming together to reveal herself. She knew who Orin was and understood the sickening connection of her blood soaked past. What she did not understand was Lord Enver Gortash, a fact that needled her every second of her brief time in Baldur's Gate.

When faced with Ketheric Thorm or her 'slaughter-kin', there was nothing but contempt; an extra amount from Orin. But if Duri had not known better, it honestly seemed like Bane's chosen had been glad to see her. Inconceivable. Karlach made it perfectly clear what sort of man they were dealing with. Friendly smiles and claims of 'favorite assassin' were to be distrusted. Duri could not and would not agree to an alliance.

So why was she back at Wyrm's Rock Fortress alone?

LESS CRINGY NSFW PROMPTS @ban1te sent: [ KNEES ]: sender lowers themselves to their knees. ( kore )

Once an artery is sliced, it's quite hard to stop the bleeding. There's usually no point in trying. All that can be done is to watch the blood run, flood the floor, and take delight in the sight

...time spent privately, and intimately, with Gortash feels like that.

It's difficult for Kore to remember the last time she visited the lordling without trying to flirt, or kiss, or fuck. She doesn't really desire to go back to the times before that, and she doesn't think Gortash does either. It's better this way, to let the blood flow freely, so to speak... even if the watchful eyes of their gods remains ever present.

The intrusive thought does poke its way into Kore's brain as she watches the man sink to his knees before her, but it only makes her giggle quietly. Her hands take his face into their grasp, gently brushing some hair away from his forehead, before settling at the sides of his face.

"You look good like this," She can't resist teasing, letting her nails dig and press affectionately into his skin. "On your knees. Obedient. Wanting... Is this how you commune with your god, I wonder?"

spicy prompts

@ban1te asked: ❛  you want to be a good girl for me, don't you?  ❜

She did... and she did not. She wanted to misbehave on purpose, to defy him just because, to make him work for it. Would he punish her for it? Cheeks flushed at the thought, wondering what the archduke would consider a suitable punishment for her for defiance.

She hummed quietly to herself as she thought it through, smirking up at him when she seemed to come to a decision. With considerable strength in the little warrior, she pushed Gortash back against his bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge and toppling him onto his back. Raena then proceeded to climb on top, to straddle his hips, to grab his hands and pin them above his head.