living dead girl

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Sometimes, Aomora found herself struggling to get her hands on anything that could sustain her. In recent years, that 'sometimes' was becoming more often. Blood was ever the struggle, as some prey proved more of a challenge than others. Magical trinkets had been exhausted ━ at least the ones she could get her hands on without too much effort.

The less nourishment she found, the less energy she had to spare, making a simple hunt seem like a somewhat unobtainable thing.

Despite her keen senses, she hadn't noticed another approaching ━ so far was she sinking into her own thoughts. Once she became aware of another presence in the ruins of her family's ancestral home however, she bristled. The goblet she was holding, her hand clutched tighter and bended the metal of the old and worn item, causing droplets of blood to spill out.

❝ You are trespassing. ❞ Sure. If one could call it that; she might well be the last person to care about such, in the grand scheme of things, trivial matters ━ at least within the Ghostlands.

a chuckle escapes her lips as she disturbs one of such creatures. to be so far from icecrown, nestled within the ruins of southern eversong... it must be put down.

" trespassing upon what? this place is no longer your home. "

her grip tightens upon her bow, though she does not nock an arrow. instead she raises an eyebrow at the creature, somewhat surprised at its ability to hold itself. perhaps it was because blood did not course through her own veins that it could hold itself back -- the thought of gulping at the black ichor that rotted within her was enough to make anyone nauseous.

In different ways were they close to death. The figure before him was a violation of the Fates' decree, the law that all mortals were to live and die. She stood in defiance of it, her soul stank of rot and decay. Thanatos could not touch her, as infuriating as it must've been. Powerful sorcery kept him from escorting her to Charon, but the Prince was under no such spell. Breaching the surface, every instant out of the underworld drained him.

But the Prince was the firstborn son of the union between Hades and Persephone, the daughter of Demeter. His name was that of a great hunter, and that much he indeed was. His quarry: Souls which defied the House of Hades.

❝ Excuse me, but I don't think you belong here. ❞

Polite courtesy came from the man who had, for several nights, whittled away deathless soldiers in order to carve a path to her. Each time he drew closer until at last, the infernal son of Hades stood before the Forsaken Queen. What came next was unexpected; Sympathy. His face softened as he took in her grim visage, softening his tone as he began to grasp the portrait of her soul.

In recent days the culling of her troops had not gone unnoticed. Unlike the usual savagery of the gilneans, this would-be assassin wielded weapons unlike any others she had seen. The wounds would be impressive were they not a direct counter to the existence of her people.

An attempt on her life was forgivable. The slaying of her Forsaken was not.

It did not take the culprit long to appear before her. His appearance was unique: his manner of dress was unknown to her, and his accent even stranger. Her eyes darkened as she glanced over his form, listening to his words. Despite his accusation, his tone was gentle. There was an earnest in the young man's voice that appealed to reason, even if it mocked her very existence.

❛❛ 𝟒𝟎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒! not too long after that, its streets were overrun by 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞…

#SUNLESSEA, a multimuse blog ft. both original & semi-canon characters from FALLEN LONDON ( sunless sea / cultist simulator ), heavily supplemented by & rewritten with VAMPIRE: THE MASQUERADE lore & influence. written by unicorn, painstakingly oh my god i've been setting this blog up for so long.

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• Arthas was her sire & kept all of his progeny on a tight leash via blood bond

• Sylvanas, after keeping her distance just long enough, threw her lot in with the Sabbat

• The Forsaken (those that followed Sylvanas) escaped Arthas through some light Vaulderie

• The Horde = the Sabbat essentially I guess which is fun to think about all of the other leaders and what they’d be actually hehe

• Anyway yeah Sylvanas is essentially a Sabbat Bishop and the Forsaken are her pack

• Honestly I think her goal is to pull away from the Sabbat and become independent because she doesn’t really give much of a fuck about being part of an official sect, it was moreso an out for her

• Post Fall of London she’s most likely communicating with De Camden (my beloved)