cottonbelles

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— ❝Hah! No.❞ She replied. ❝Or, well... we're near fresh water, so there HAS to be a settlement or village nearby or something.❞

———-> Somehow, the mysterious monk could at least recall certain tidbits on the basics of humanoid civilization, despite not recalling anything of her past. Maybe she had been some type of traveler before, or a scout or ranger?

———-> ❝I recommend we look downriver, specifically. Even if we don't find anybody, if we keep following the river, we'll reach a dam or reservoir, and that'll definitely have people there.❞

She was glad that a lot of that was without an explanation, only because some of it was incredibly UNSETTLING. The kind of unsettling that raised a lot of questions, but some of it had also been her own. Not a lot, but that came with this damned shared connection and she didn't mind pretending she didn't know any of it either.

Coming clean could come much later.

Nodding when she said her name, Eve pushed those thoughts away. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Eve. I was also on the nautiloid and now...well now I'd very much like to get rid of this monstrosity behind our eyes. I can HEAL, but not something like this. This is far too complex for me. You wouldn't...by any chance know of where we might be able to find one?"

#v. baulders gate #wildskissed

[cottonbelles]

What Kind of Hot Are You?

pink panther hot

you're a modern queen. you sit to the side of the dance floor and drink out of martini glasses, a perfect vantage point to look over your court. you like to see the way people's eyes linger on you, hoping you'll see them, that they'll gain your approval. you are offered drinks by many overeager servants throughout the night. when you finally join the ball, the sea of people parts just for you, and you hear the nervous titters of the crowd who are so captivated by what you'll do next.

Tagged by: @unfortunatedarling

Tagging: Don't tell me what to do

#ooc #ic memes

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— Cottonbelle, the heroine of the party, was living it up to the fullest. Wine was drank, dancing was had, but, with Alfira gone, there was a somber lack of music.

———-> "She's gone and it's all your doing," The Urge spoke, "what is this guilt you're feeling? You should be proud, it's your inheritance, after all." Suddenly, the monk didn't feel so much like partying.

———-> Not without music, at least. That would definitely fix things and stop making her feel shitty. Where was Yunae? They were a bard, sometimes, she thought. She could have sworn she saw them earlier.

———-> She couldn't see them, but she heard them, clear as night, across the river. Sliding away from the party herself, she decided to go see what they were up to.

———-> ❝You should be playing that at the party, not here where nobody can hear it.❞ Cotton spoke, who was silent as a shadow upon approach until she said something.

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‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The Tiefling refugees had been friendly enough party hosts (or guests, considering it was *their* camp,) but eventually, Yunae tired of socialising, and quietly dipped out.

They crossed the small, shallow river by hopping from stone to stone, and escaped to a small, secluded enough clearing; sheet music book in one hand, viola in the other.

The bard was not too far to be out of ear-shot, however, purposefully, so in case they needed to call for help, help wouldn't be too far away. Wyll would probably be the first to hear and approach, given he was just on the other side of the creek-- again, on purpose, since Wyll seemed like he was the most trustworthy out of all of their group.

Their eyes focused on the sheet music, darkvision holding no problem with the moonlight, and methodically, experimentally, began to play.

#v. baulders gate #unfortunatedarling

[cottonbelles]

Gortash and Durge enjoying their romantic dinner (Durge cooked)

#ooc #v. baulders gate #lol yeah #i love queue

[cottonbelles]

//ok time to go back to my haitus hole byeeeee

#or am i? #maybe ill show up tomorrow #who knows #not going to my multi for a while cus tumblr drama reasons but i might be here

[cottonbelles]

@spiderwarden

【💣】— ❝I know you're upset, enraged, even. But PLEASE try to at least understand that gaining the form of the Slayer would have cost me the control of my body and my free will. Surely after being under the Absolute's influence, you can see why that wouldn't be appealing.❞

———-> ❝Maybe it was stupid to throw that power away in such a desperate time, and maybe I'll regret it later... but that'll be ME alone to regret.❞

#v. baulders gate #spiderwarden #oh no io madethe crack askinto somethine relas

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— ❝You would either be extremely surprised or not surprised at all by how much tail I pull with the "dumb bimbo" schtick.❞

#dash comments #and also murder victims

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— This whole "roleplay" scenario wasn't working. Maybe she should just come out with it.

———-> ❝Actually, I think I should stay and I think we should have sex.❞

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Gods in Elysium preserve them. The startled Yunae immediately shoots upward from their relaxed position in the tub at the sound of the flute.

"Cotton, there are no sharks in the water. You're not a lifeguard, and you don't need to be here. Get out."

#v. baulders gate

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— Satisfied, the monk sits perched atop the rim of the tub for a few moments, admiring the bard's scarred body for a while.

———-> Then she takes out a fife and plows it on the highest note extremely hard.

———-> ❝Shark! Get out of the water!!❞

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "Fine, stay then." They cringe with a sigh, before leaning back into the tub to relax.

#v. baulders gate

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— ❝Oh come on, humor me. Let your ✨Lifeguard✨ take care of you~❞

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ "It's two feet deep, wench, you don't need to be in here."

#v. baulders gate

[cottonbelles]

// sighs dreamily

what if i changed Cotton's face and race AGAIN???

#ooc #was thinking half orc #half orc elf to be precise #i just want something scarrier for a bhaalspawn #fire genasi might also work? #idk

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— ❝Foolish mortal. No body of water is safe without a lifeguard..❞

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I see you dont have a lifeguard here at your beach. (bg3 verse)

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The reborn shot up from their near-sleeping position in the wooden washtub on their back at their companion's remark, having not heard her approach.

"...I'm not at the beach, this is a bathtub." How the hells did she even-- oh, right, the residents of Last Light had advised them to not lock the doors in case of emergency.

#v. bg3 #hewwoo

[cottonbelles]

"I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed."

【💣】— ❝Ur MOM succ me good n hard thru my JORTS.❞

#v. baulders gate #ask #unfortunatedarling #hey i rememberd this exist now #wow how long this been in my askbox

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— Right, so alive and kicking it was. COTTONBELLE could easily argue that they had just killed the deer less than an hour ago and the blood that ran through its veins was still very warm and fresh-- nothing putrid or rotting about it, but if he was that determined to stay mad, then far be it from her to keep pushing his buttons.

———-> ❝Oookaaay. I guess I'll just gut the deer and let it bleed out in the grass, then.❞ She spoke, pursing her lips together in thought.

FRANKLY THE VAMPIRE CARED LITTLE how many times she apologised- it'd take a while for him to finally forgive her. Perhaps a day for every stone used to build the tower that had crushed him. If she was lucky. He grumbled and turned his head away.

"Not dead, preferably. I've spent two centuries feeding off putrid, dead rats and insects. I think that's enough for one lifetime."

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— The MONK gave a shrug in response. ❝I know not. I remember being in the pod thing on the SHIP and that's the earliest memory I have. Everything else? Nothing, I don't know where I came from or anything.❞

———-> She couldn't even say for sure what her own name was. There was a vague notion, The DARK URGE, but that was hardly a name. She had to think of something, though. What was something she could use?

———-> ❝I think... you can call me.... COTTONBELLE.❞

This damned tadpole never got easier to use she felt, as every time there was this ripping sensation inside of her brain. It was like a migraine, while she could feel the little guy trying to burrow itself farther inside at the same time. Every time it would subside as the images flashed instead and took over, but it still made her want to swear every time--instead she just grit her teeth.

For a moment, Eve worried that the other was going to see flashes of events that she didn't want to share, especially when the flash of the knife was visible, but there weren't her memories. At least...they didn't feel entirely like hers, though she vaguely saw HIS face and shoved him back down. So, when the question was posed, she found herself chewing on her bottom lip.

❝Well, these wretched things certainly won't let us know privacy, but...but what was that all?❞

#v. baulders gate #wildskissed #i love queue

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— COTTONBELLE could barely hear them, ears ringing and throbbing as she stood there with her fingers to the blood dripping to the side of her face, staring cluelessly at the BARD who looked irate and injured. She could guess what had happened, even if she couldn't hear what they were accusing her of.

———-> Maybe it was best to come clean, to confess, tell them, and the rest of the camp, everything. ALFIRA, the violent URGES, the strange IMP that appeared to her the night before the BARD's murder... but would anyone believe her? And if they did or not, would they cast her out of the group to fend for herself?

———-> ❝Yes I...❞ She hesitated, voice cracking, loud to speak over the ringing in her ears. ❝I think I killed ALFIRA... But it was an accident, I swear! And I'm... There's something wrong with me; something evil.❞

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ The second she loosened her grip on them they rolled away, crawling a couple of paces as they got to their feet and scrabbled as much distance as they could within the timeframe, seething as they held their arm that was surely had a hairline fracture.

Yunae didn't run too far, however, standing their ground as they licked their lips in preparation for another spell, should Cottonbelle advance towards them. Eyes narrowed at the monk's supposed confusion. Did she truly not remember attacking her, or was this some ploy of deception to try and get their guard down again?

No... she frankly wasn't smart enough to pull that. She genuinely seemed confused, a lapse in memory. One thing that Yunae could determine from this, though, was Alfira suddenly disappearing in the night with a symbol in blood might not have been her simply leaving camp on her own.

"Fucking freak," The reborn muttered, glimpsing down at their bloodied and bruised forearm-- who knew what would have happened if they hadn't casted Shatter in the nick of time. "Is that what you did to Alfira the night before?"

A bold accusation, especially without too much evidence other than this random, violent outburst, and the elf might not even remember if she had done it anyway.

#v. baulders gate #i love queue

[cottonbelles]

【💣】— ❝Sucking dick isn't demeaning.❞

———-> ❝It's De meaning of life.❞

#dash comments #hi im late to the party but soemone mentioned sucking dick?