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[ncthinghurts]

*coughs up blood in a sexy way*

#͙͘͡★ study. musings

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Théan swiftly tossed the cloth aside and sheathed his sword, realizing it would be easier to climb and hide with both hands free. "Even I know the line between bravery and stupidity, but feel free to prove me wrong and take over."

Without hesitation, he raced into the woods after her, grateful that the goblins had small legs and would struggle to keep up. The bugbears, however…

"They were goblins; the best thing you'd find in their pocket would be a rotten pear and a severed foot. And knowing your appetite for blood, it's probably best we didn't look."

As long as they didn't leave any obvious trails, they would be able to stealthily make their way through the woods and eventually circle back to camp unnoticed. Camp. Shite. There was a chance the group of goblins would stumble across camp if they were this close.

"We'll need to warn the others… or," he paused as his mind raced through an idea, "or we could try to lure them elsewhere?"

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Amaltel sneered with disgust at the remains of the Goblins. Swallowing hard, she tried to hide her nausea and focused her attention on Thean instead. At least he had the decency to clean the blade of cruor.

Her head snapped toward the direction of the drum beat and not-so-distant war cries. "Oh, so the 'natural bravery' does not extend to them?" She raised a brow as she gestured toward the noise. "How very convenient."

However, she quickly turned and headed downhill into the woods for cover. "Did not even have a chance to peruse the bodies... This day is not going my way..."

#she's going to kill him lmao #͙͘͡★ rel. amaltel #͙͘͡★ chapter. infection and cure #͙͘͡★ story. gaggle of goblins #q.

[ncthinghurts]

NCTHINGHURTS: Independent, selective RP blog for Dark Urge: Thean Óir of Baldur's Gate III. Side blog to GALEFCRCE.

Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest it consume my mind. I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.

Multi-ship friendly and canon compliant. All writing on this blog is 21+. Dice rolled by Day, 25+, Irish (GMT).

Rules and about are found on CARRD.

#͙͘͡★ self promo

[ncthinghurts]

☠ ― 𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 (𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟶) 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. (𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚 "𝑀𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑".)

"If only the world had a reset button."

"I've looked into the reset button... *sobs* the science is impossible..."

"Okay, ___, you were right! I was... less... right!"

"Why do you need MY help?"

"I just happened to be speed-walking nearby when you called."

"Oh you're a villain alright, just not a SUPER one!"

"Imagine the most horrible... terrifying... EVIL thing you can possibly think of. And MULTIPLY it... by SIX!"

"Don't let ___ pay for my wrongdoings..."

"Because you're the smartest person I know."

"Why are you so EVIL...!?"

"I just wanted to thank you for inspiring me the other day."

"...Do I have a son?"

"Can I go home now?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say freed. More like... under new management."

"I was just about to make my frontal assault to save you, but like... 50 ninjas tried to attack me, so I had to... beat 'em all up, and I did, and they were all like... crying and stuff."

"Oh no not you, ___! I'm just yelling at my... mother's... urn."

"...Well that seems kinda petty, don't you think?"

"___, you really need to empty your pockets more often!"

"Do you really think that I would EVER be with you...?"

Congratulations, another one of your genius plans has backfired on you!"

"Wow, your hair... looks exciting!"

"Hey, remember that night that I dumped you?"

"Okay, now you tell me something. Something you've never told anyone."

"My death was... greatly exaggerated."

"You were very strong in there!"

"So. You're the punk I've heard about."

"KNOW me? You never took the time to KNOW me!"

"We should just stick to what we're good at. Being bad."

"Please don't do this. I know there's still good in you, ___."

"There is no Easter Bunny, there is no Tooth Fairy... and there is no Queen of England."

"Going somewhere? Besides jail?"

"Ask me how I'm going to do it. Go on! ASK!"

"___, I think this is a bad idea."

"YOU DIM-WITTED CREATION OF SCIENCE!"

"Heroes aren't born. They're made."

"___ and I... were never really a couple."

"Well, in school... none of the other kids... really liked me."

"Do you have someone special in your life, ___?"

"Did you ever look back...?"

"Who wants churros!?"

"Are you HAPPY now?"

"___, I didn't know you had... feelings. Are you okay?"

"With that, ANYONE can be a hero!"

"I'm not allowed to insult guests directly."

"You know I never had the chance to say goodbye... it's good that we have this time now."

"Um, that's a pretty tasteless costume."

"I'm sorry... I really am, but. I. I'm done."

"Hello? Who's there!?"

"Well, thank you for... letting me stay."

"As long as there's evil, good will rise up against it."

"It's taken a long time to find my calling. Now it's about time you find yours."

"I think we should run!"

"It's time to put the past behind us."

"Are you a ghost...? Speak, apparition..."

"But we saw your skeleton! You were DEAD!"

"Each and every citizen in this place had something I didn't. A choice."

"That's when I got the brilliant idea... to fake my death."

"How could you DO this!? The people of the city RELIED on you and you deserted them!"

"You know? You look pretty good in white."

"___, I never knew you were so funny."

"You were right about that door being exciting...!"

"I've... never heard you laugh before."

"You don't get out much, do you?"

"Where did you get all this stuff...?"

"Maybe ___ isn't so bad after all."

#͙͘͡★ prompts

[ncthinghurts]

"Oh, if I had known this would turn into a philosophical discussion, I wouldn't have stayed," he quipped back, though he remained perfectly still as she placed the crown atop his head. The delicate petals felt like a stark contrast to the dark thoughts swirling within his mind. Ironic.

It was sweet, dangerously so. There was an itch within him, a feeling that something so lovely and delicate wouldn't survive in this world, a whisper urging him to end such beauty in a beautiful, bloody way.

But it was just an itch, easily dismissed with a soft shake of his head, easily mistaken for mild annoyance.

"Right, yes. I do like animals, well, most of them, but I also enjoy hunting. It's a challenge for me, and when I do well, then we all have a lovely meal. Well, except for you. Next time, I'll be sure to hunt a nice carrot for you." He waved a finger at her in jest.

Then he eyed the tuft of blue wildflowers by his feet and tutted. "You want to add more blue to that man's outfit? He already looks like a walking plum with all the purple. Why not add a complimentary colour instead?" he suggested, reaching over to his side and brushing a finger through the yellow flowers within reach. "Honestly, I'm not a tailor, but even I know about colour combinations."

@ncthinghurts asked: "So the art of making daisy chains, is that not sacrilegious to you? Wouldn't Silvanus or Mielikki frown at the idea of you just plucking the little flowers to make crowns out of them?" Thean teased with a broad smile, taking residence in the vacant spot beside Clarian. Thean didn't care for such practices, but it brought his friend some joy, so as a friend, he felt it was his duty to tease her over it.

As Clara wove the delicate wildflowers into a crown, her fingers moved with practiced ease, intertwining stems and petals into a harmonious design. The vibrant colors of the blooms seemed to come alive in her hands, her magic adding its own unique touch to the creation. The air around their campsite was filled with the sweet scent of blossoms and a simmering meal.

Her gaze drifted to Thean, the half-elf she had come to care for deeply during their travels. "You love animals, but you still eat them," Clara remarked, as she finished the flower crown.

Clara gently placed it atop Thean's head, a tender smile gracing her lips. The sunlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across their makeshift camp.

"Flowers grow back even after they are stepped on," Clara continued, her fingers idly tracing the delicate petals. "Wildflowers are especially hardy. They'll spread and grow even in the most impossible of soils. Silvanus and Mielikki understand that with life there is also death."

She paused, her gaze meeting Thean's as she conveyed her thoughts with a quiet intensity. "But perhaps there is beauty in that cycle – in the way life gives way to death, only to be reborn again. Perhaps that's what makes every moment precious, knowing that it's fleeting yet part of something greater."

With a gentle sigh, Clara leaned back against a tree, content to bask in the tranquility of their surroundings. "You look every bit the role of a woodland prince," she remarked, her tone affectionate. "I'd say that's my best flower crown yet. Now, hand me a couple of those blue flowers so I can make one for our wizard."

#͙͘͡★ rel. clarianoswin #͙͘͡★ chapter. infection and cure #͙͘͡★ story. flower crowns #clara eternal #q.

[ncthinghurts]

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute." - (mcnstrum)

@mcnstrum ¦ just some sibling banter and goblin fights, the usual

"I'm not trying to be brave. It just comes naturally." Thean shot his companion what he believed to be a champion's smile, truthfully it came across more as a childish grin.

Thean stood up from the centre of the small battlefield, the corpses of a trio of goblins laid unceremoniously along the edge of the road while he used a stray cloth to wipe the blood off his blade.

The victory was short-lived, however, as the distant sound of drums and what sounded like the approach of many more goblins caused his smile to evaporate.

"You know what? I might take your advice right now. Let's go."

#͙͘͡★ rel. amaltel #͙͘͡★ chapter. infection and cure #mcnstrum

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tag dump

#͙͘͡★ rel. clarianoswin #͙͘͡★ rel. astarion #͙͘͡★ rel. karlach #͙͘͡★ rel. shadowheart #͙͘͡★ rel. gale #͙͘͡★ rel. wyll #͙͘͡★ rel. minthara #͙͘͡★ char. gale #͙͘͡★ char. wyll #͙͘͡★ char. lae'zel #͙͘͡★ char. shadowheart #͙͘͡★ char. astarion #͙͘͡★ char. bhaal #͙͘͡★ char. thean #͙͘͡★ char. tav #͙͘͡★ chapter. the chosen of bhaal #͙͘͡★ chapter. long shadows #͙͘͡★ chapter. infection and cure #͙͘͡★ chapter. family reunion #͙͘͡★ ooc. the player #͙͘͡★ ooc. dash games #͙͘͡★ ooc prompts #͙͘͡★ promo #͙͘͡★ prompts

[ncthinghurts]

"Daddy said it's my turn to play inside the Bhaal temple!"

#lmao #͙͘͡★ char. thean

[ncthinghurts]

Blood blood blood blood

Who doesn't like a bit of blood!? Let's get those muses bleeding!

For the worried

"Don't worry about it, this happens sometimes."

"It's just a nosebleed."

"Some asshole punched me!"

"What? No, I'm fine, I ..."

"Oh, shit, I'm bleeding."

"Where did that come from?"

"Don't worry. Don't - don't worry..."

"I feel woozy."

"Oh, god, that's ... why am I bleeding..?"

"No, no! It's not my blood!"

"I uh. I tripped."

"It's just a bit of blood, christ, calm down."

"Ow. Um. Ow."

"I can't feel it. I should be able to .. feel it... right?"

"It's just a little cut, it's not... oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought."

For the bloodied

"Hey, you're bleeding."

"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."

"Oh, god, are you hurt? Are you hurt?!"

"Oh no."

"You're not meant to look like that."

"What do you mean it isn't yours!?"

"I'll get you some tissues."

"Take a deep breath, okay, I'm going to help."

"Sit down, sit down."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"You're hurt!"

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

"I'm getting some bandages."

"Did you punch them back?"

"You'll be okay."

#͙͘͡★ prompts

[ncthinghurts]

NCTHINGHURTS: Independent, selective RP blog for Dark Urge Resistor: Théan Óir of Baldur's Gate III. Side blog to GALEFCRCE.

Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest it consume my mind. I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.

Multi-ship friendly and canon compliant. All writing on this blog is 21+. Dice rolled by Day, 25+, Irish (GMT). BG3 spoilers are found across this blog, untagged. Slow replies and low activity.

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Mobile friendly rules and verses below the cut.

Rules

Mutuals only - this is a sideblog to galefcrce and will follow back from that blog.

I am still figuring out Thean so expect everything here to be at a snails pace.

Important Rule: I'm dyslexic, leading to occasional errors and slow replies. I'd really appreciate simple formatting for out threads —consistent font, size, and spacing. Alternating fonts and sizes, excessive spacing, and heavy styling (lots of bold, italics, and strikethrough) make it challenging for me to read.

I don't tolerate hate speech or 'call out posts'. Be kind.

Ship with chemistry. Very selective about writing smut, tend to favour fade to blacks.

NSFW themes will arise and be tagged (trigger tw). I have no personal triggers here.

I won't have any mains or exclusives but some replies may come more swiftly than others depending on Thean's mood.

Only write with muns 21 or older.

I am a wee bit slow to follow back as I want to make sure I've read your rules before following.

Prompts are always open to be sent in by mutuals.

Anon is on but hate just gets deleted. I don't reply to NSFW anons.

Verses

Spoiler warning. The descriptions contain spoilers for each act of the game.

͙͘͡★ Chapter: Infection and Cure

Act I: In this verse, Thean has emerged from the Nautiloid with no recollection of his former self, save for the name "The Dark Urge." Afflicted by a mindflayer parasite, he is driven by two objectives: to purge himself of the parasite and to resist succumbing to the urge to kill that throbs within him. Includes the mountain pass and underdark.

͙͘͡★ Chapter: Long Shadows

Act II: In this verse, Thean embarks on the journey through the Shadow Cursed lands, where long-buried truths of his past begin to emerge from the depths of darkness.

͙͘͡★ Chapter: Family Reunion

Act III: Aware of his true nature as a Bhaalspawn, Thean grapples with the revelation of his lineage and battles fiercely to suppress the insatiable cravings for bloodshed and chaos that course through him. Despite his efforts, he harbours the haunting certainty that one day, he will inevitably succumb to his darkest desires. Unless he can find a way to confront his father and finally be free.

#pinned.