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// I kind of want to know muses reactions to realizing Ras is such a basic bitch, man is trying to eat or punch his way through the plot of BG 3.

#◾ i blinked and the world was gone — ooc #mobile post #Man talks a good game #but really it does come down to those two

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While I have mentioned characters I took inspiration from when I made Ras for that Pathfinder campaign, I don't really mention that this character:

Valen Shadowbreath from Neverwinter Nights: Hordes of the Underdark also deeply influenced how I write his personality. Fuck I even gave him the same hair color and eyes almost, lol.

First game romance, and always one I talk about because it's one of the only times hearing someone say "My Lady" and it didn't make me scream.

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FYI, even when I'm not really on here because my batteries are low, I do game a lot and do love playing games with others even when my spoons are low. It's just forming words via rp can be hard. Takes a little more thought.

So like if any of these catch your attention please let me know! I'm always looking for people to game with!

WoW (I play Horde on Dalaran)

Swtor (It's free to play, and like most it does encourage people to pay monthly, however, its way of setting up the game is pretty genius. I play both Republic and Empire, though my guild is Empire side and I'm on Star Forge server)

Red Dead Online- have to buy it, but it comes free with the story mode which is on sale a lot! Also, that game is truly amazing so I recommend it regardless. I do play on a private lobby, so it would just be those I invite so no worries of hackers or trolls!

Palia- While I have huge issues with the development company and the game has some glaring red flags, it's chill enough I don't mind jumping in and just hanging with friends. I won't play the game alone anymore.

And if you really want to get old school with me I play City of Heroes (I play on the homecoming servers because they got rights to the coding and to continue the game)

You will also find I'm way more chatty, mostly if a voice chat is used. Sometimes typing is hard for me.

#◾ i blinked and the world was gone — ooc #I'm a huge nerd and gamer #and I like doing them with others

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Sorry for being quite, rough week at work so I was just getting lost in the new season in SWTOR. I am working on replies and such and dropping them into the queue! Hope life is treating everyone else better.

Also if you've played SWTOR, imagine Ras going through the Smuggler line, man just derping his way with his himbo rizz and Corso losing it because Ras is too dense to realize he's being hit on, lol.

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FEV and Ras

I mentioned a while ago, but thanks a fantastic convo with @that-kid-from-vault-101 there is going to be an adjustment to Ras’ Fallout backstory. This will make some of the amazing feats Ras has pulled off make way more sense, but also leans into his impeccable strength and endurance, and ability to survive purging methods without dying (I.E. going cold turkey on drugs when it likely would have killed him.) Also his immunity to radiation. 

This big change is Ras’ family line is actually from a Vault in the area where they were doing testing with another strain of the FEV, however while it didn’t appear to work. The scientists became the cult Ras ended up being sold to: Odin’s Children. At some point the scientist realized the FEV did work, but took a delayed reaction, showing itself further down the line in various families. So this cult decided they could hunt down these children and use them to be the super soldiers they were meant to be and become a sort of new world order.

Signs the FEV was active and working in a subject, is despite the mother’s health the child is born large and healthy (Ras was born to a chem addled mother, who was deeply under weight, yet came out 10 lbs and very healthy). They are large, and almost always standing over most others. Hitting the fix foot mark easily, and hit growth spurts early. Such as Ras. They mature quicker. Ras was effectively raising his little sister at age 6 not because of survival reasons but because his brain was more developed for problem solving and handling things. This is why he can move between multiple languages with ease, and if properly taught could swiftly learn various things.  Ras’ simpleness is because they wanted him to stay stupid.

Basically Ras is a wasteland Captain America. He is peak human everything, plus a little extra such as being immune to radiation. However, he did still get the heightened aggression and is why his temper flares like it does. However, not to the degree former strands produced. 

So when people joke he’s a pink super mutant; they ain’t wrong. 

Another thing thanks to this convo is Ras as what is called “immortal cells” Ras’ cells don’t die after splitting so many times. Meaning his DNA can be used over and over for testing. This could be used to jump start finding vaccines, cures or, better perfecting the  FEV that is active inside him. 

Which, while Ras doesn’t know it, means other high tech groups he isn’t aware of are aware of him, and seeking him out. Namely The Institute as they also want him for synth purposes. 

#◾ What looks so strong is so delicate — headcanon #◾ Souvenir of sadness — Fallout #◾ i blinked and the world was gone — ooc #rebloging because of the Fallout interest going around #Again I have a verse for him in Fallout #It was his “main” verse for a long time

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Baby, tell me those sweet words I wanna hear

#◾the henbane experience — about #◾ souvenir of sadness — fallout #◾ i blinked and the world was gone — ooc #Ras does not get along with the BoS #Calls the power armor “Tin Coffins”

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// Look at these old screenshots

{I would like to point out Ras has really beautiful eye; they are oddly soft. And he has pretty full lips doesn’t he?} 

#◾ How the song twisted you — visage #◾ i blinked and the world was gone — ooc

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Because I've seen some people talking about the Fallout show, who aren't Fallout blogs. Ras does have a Fallout verse FYI, and while I am mostly doing BG 3 right now, it doesn't mean I'm not wanting to do things in Ras' other verses.

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Though she scooted for him to sit next to her, he kept his distance, opting to pull up a chair from his dining table. He shrugged as he took his seat.

"Sure, if you like that 90's sitcom brownstone feel. I don't really have much options. The home I built was too big for me alone and The Agency didn't like me not being close at hand."

Raserei nodded, "Ja, I do. Hard for the media to get that wrong considering every news story about my collateral damage during a raid or some shit. Still can't believe they let you move next door."

"Thank you," she said with a small smile. She scooted over slightly on the couch to ensure he had enough room to sit on the couch as well, then opened up her bottle of water.

"It must be a decent place if you decided to stay here this long, then," she remarked, before remembering that he'd said that he was surprised they'd let anyone else move in. It was very possible that he was staying because there wasn't anywhere else that was safe. Deciding not to well on that, she continued, "You do something for an agency dealing with the supernatural, right? Or is that something the media gets wrong?"

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ speak in tongues — modern fantasy #lathal #waiting for queue

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Raserei tracked Gale and Karlach, though his good eye never left Yurgir. Shadowheart was just outside of view casting a spell to allow the duo to move without being seen. Thank the gods they all had the foresight the displacer beast was baiting them. Though, he wouldn't have guessed it was to the devil Raphael sent them after.

The tiefling wished he had better composure in this situation, better control. The tadpole had for kept the whispers of his blood at bay and hadn't let slip any of his memories or those whispers to the party. So why in the gods couldn't cool the burning in his blood upon seeing the devil? He moved around Karlach and Wyll just fine.

Though perhaps it was delusion of their blood. Or simply he was more annoyed they had to help Raphael than he thought. He was aware of who the cambion's father was. And by this point, Raserei knew whatever games he was playing it was best to stay out of because Mephistopheles was not to be taken lightly. And it seemed moot to point it out.

"Do not play games with me! I can smell him all over you. Must be desperate to work with a whelp whose blood probably came from a Dretch! No matter. You came this way for nothing. I will add your remains to my bed." Yurgir said casually as the merregons with him broke their stealth.

"Yeah, I came from something like that," Raserei shrugged, "But my friend here needs you dead, so back to the hells you go."

Just then the room went frigid and Raserei laughed as ice started to materialize as and shoot down at the devils and Karlach could be heard screaming as she charged in.

"Haven't killed one of these in ages!" the barbarian cheers readying his glaive.

Astarion stared at the tiefling, a slight falter in his fury. Raphael's bargain was deceptively simple. He said there was a creature in the old mausoleum he wanted killed. It seemed straightforward enough, but nothing was ever straightforward with a devil. Still, the spawn was limited on resources, and he had to know what Cazador carved into his back.

While Astarion would have much preferred keeping to the shadows and moving forward with a stealth approach, it seemed the barbarian had other plans much more in line with his own skill set. Crimson eyes moved from the tiefling to the massive orthon emerging from the shadows.

An ugly beast, the orthon. Astarion scowled in disgust. Bold of him to make so many shit jokes considering the state of the creature -- though the orthon's demeanor suddenly changed into one of rage as he claimed to smell Raphael on the group.

Astarion looked back at Raserei, a brief look of shock passing his features before the fury returned.

" Are you-- " he hissed -- fucking serious, he was going to finish, but the tiefling was already on the move. The spawn cleared his throat, taking a step forward to address the orthon.

" --Raphael, you said? " he mused thoughtfully, tapping his chin, " Why, that sounds awfully familiar... I've encounter so many people in my travels, it starts becoming difficult to remember... Perhaps you can remind me of this Raphael--? "

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ unrest with the quiet — baldur's gate 3 timeline #alittlebitofmuse #waiting for queue

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He didn't really deserve her kindness, but he was grateful she offered it. It was not completely lost on him how gentle her touch was, how she cared for him. He thanked her, always, but it really wasn't enough. Perhaps one day he could better express his gratefulness.

"I will. You do not need more headaches out here than you already do. A zombie outbreak is a pain in the ass to deal with." he replied simply.

Though, his care was more for her, and her working too much. He was used to being dragged around and worked until the fat on the pads of his feet was done and his feet ached in ways he hoped no mortal man would suffer. However, he did care about the people too, just she might mean more to him.

The chill from the water leaving the tub was barely felt by him. If anything the air on his wet skin was a welcoming cooling effect. Most assumed he enjoyed the heat because of his heritage, but with him, it was the cold dark, and damp that comforted him. The cold was barely felt but the warmth made him whine like a child.

"You know I could fill the tub myself, I am not crippled," he grunted standing and finishing the task of filling the tub with water. Once it was full he sat back in, "You are allowed rest too."

He thought on her last comment, "Avoiding you? Well, that's a red flag, and could mean undead for sure."

While her angelic blood made his skin sometimes itch, it wasn't so bad to be around her while he was just being herself. It wasn't until she let more of her angelic blood out that it became an issue. However, undead sometimes could burn if they got too close. But then again they could just be avoiding her because she's angelic in nature and the assumption is they are all good. Though the worst monsters he fought came from on high.

The scent of cloves and soap and herbs began to cloud the air, fading away the stink of dirt and blood and travel as a cool breeze filtered in from the half-opened window. She scrubbed at his scales with near-expert precision, noting any new scars and the ones that had faded from the last time they'd done this. She worked her way over his neck and shoulders, then moved to his front, legs spread as she straddled the front of the tub. The water had quickly turned absolutely filthy, but this one only the first go around.

"Tomorrow's Sunday, so me an' Samson was gonna stake it out 'round midnight," she told him with a long suffering sigh only to break into an amused smile. "Yer welcome t' join if it bothers ya so much."

She was working herself to the bone these days, it felt, even if it was only locals right now gathering in the tavern at night. There was still so much to fix from the town's first nightmare year. Recovery was slow out here, but some had made it home anyway.

Maybe it was the company.

She once again stood, groaning as her poor back crackled and popped, then retrieved a small bucket to begin pouring water over Ras. She was so gentle, like tending to a baby and not a hulking demon spawn.

"S'gonna get cold in a minute," she warned him before knocking out the plug and sending the dirty water rushing down the pipe that poured out the back of the inn. While it drained, she stepped to the stove to retrieve the water heating up there and carefully lifted the heavy pot. There were several already gathered and waiting.

Grunting, she carried it the short distance to the tub to fill it again, alternating between hot and room temperature until he had a fresh tub of water -- or until he stopped her to pour the water himself. She was stubborn, though, even if she struggled under the weight of it all, her wings held out to keep her balance.

"Not sure if it's vampires or what," she said, finally bringing back their conversation. "They been careful to avoid me."

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ faces come out of the rain — strange west #cajunspoons #waiting for queue

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So he was bored. Now that he was thinking about it, that made sense. He had been so used to running the Underworld by himself, outside of the help of Helgi, Carron, and some other integral staff it never occurred to him that Atreion didn't have much to do, if anything.

And the Underworld wasn't exactly known for being a great place to cultivate life. Raserei shifted and proper his arm up on an armrest so he could rest his head, "It is not silly. In truth I have been doing this all alone for so long it never occurred to me you might get bored or feel useless as there is nothing here. Everything runs on a schedule. It has to."

Though what could Atreion do? Whether that was helping or just finding hobbies. It also made it painfully obvious Raserei was married to his job, and if he wasn't working he was doing little else.

"Well...are you bound to here? The Underworld or just me? Because your robes, they are nice. Maybe tailor some for other gods? Go mortal side and make a garden?"

The god of the dead sighed, "Please keep in mind I am not tossing out suggestions because I do not want help. I just think there isn't anything for you to do, or would end up wanting to do. Dealing with the dead is not...easy for a number of reasons. It weighs on the god set to the task. And trust me the souls can be convincing on letting them go back, and can become quite violent when told no. Sometimes it's how they die and you can't just go get vengeance for all of them, as much as it seems like a good idea at the time."

"Oh! Have you tried art or writing? I think one of the gods' of the dead had a spouse who did art, I think their easal is still here..."

Atreion shook their head vehemently. "No! N-no... they've been quiet, thankfully." They managed a genuine smile at that, albeit small. Dear Raserei was nothing if not protective, any threat to his love taken care of with brutal efficiency. If only it were so simple as that when it came to threats within one's mind. While Atreion would love to watch him eviscerate a personal demon or too, even Gods did not have such power.

"I-- well..." They cleared their throat, clearly struggling to find the words. "I've just been thinking. I-it's not that I'm not happy here - I am! Definitely with you. Especially with you, I mean. I'm just..."

They take another gulp of air, fragrant with their own flowers. With no fresh air, there was often a staleness to the air in Raserei's halls, even the ones regularly used. With their burgeoning power, Atreion had done their best to nullify that, decorating anywhere Raserei would let him with fresh blooms, dutifully replacing them every time they withered - which, down here, was often. They'd earned a few funny looks ordering so many vases, but it had been worth it. And yet, still not enough, in which lay the crux of the matter.

"Do you think it could be possible for me to... do something here? To help?" They finally ask, "Lately I feel... idle. Of no use. Decorating and gardening are nice, but I can't do that all the time. Nor can I always be with you, your duties being what they are. But I thought that maybe if I had some kind of-- of task-- o-or job... I could help you and feel less..."

They swallowed again, courage breaking and gaze dropping to the floor. "Is that silly? It's silly, isn't it?" They laugh, their voice catching. "Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up..."

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #arranged marriage au #dalishflame #waiting for queue

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He laughed, "You can take advantage of me anytime you like, My Love."

Raserei looked down at their giggling daughter who was still trying to tickle him, "What are you doing little one? Are you tickling papa?" he said in his soft voice that was reserved for their child. A large meaty finger tickled her belly and the toddler howled with laughter as her father tickled her.

"I think papa got you!" he teased, his face lighting up at her hysterical laughter.

He looked back at Ramona, "Maybe not, she will see the world for what it is soon enough I am afraid."

It was the one thing that nagged at him more than the fear he wasn't built for this life and it's why it failed as it did years ago. He was worried this world wasn't meant for family raising, but if people didn't try, well then they would all die out wouldn't they? And humans were persistent if nothing else.

But that wouldn't stop him from making sure their kids had the safest but understanding upbringing he could offer. They would know how to defend themselves, but he would do all he could to keep them away from danger.

"And what is for dinner? Making use of the produce I got from the Abernathys's?" he laughed, "You know it is weird to be talking like this again...Feels...fake? I cannot describe it. I remember with Mary our conversations drifted to this once we thought we were safe and Anna was born. Boring stuff, she was used to it. I was not. It felt weird then too for a while."

ramona pouts playfully but the sight of ras’ blushing face has her breaking into a smirk right away. she cannot help it, she cannot help it one bit, it fills her heart with much joy to see how flustered he gets, even at the mere mention of making children. honestly? it has her blushing too, even if she normally knows how to play off her flirtations with no issue. since leaving the vault, she hasn’t dreamed of having an actual domestic life, especially with the wild adventures she’s been having. the idea of settling down makes her giddy & almost has her entire body leaping with joy. even the sight of ras playing with their daughter — their daughter! — wants to make her jump with joy.

“oh, right, of course!” ramona giggles, patting her blushing cheeks & grinning, “how silly of me — we can talk more about that when the baby has turned in & we have the night to ourselves.” & hopefully, they’ll have enough time for her to keep the promise of her proposition as well. ramona’s fingers carefully comb through the baby hairs of their daughter, while the babe coos & tickles her father. with her smile still etched on her features, she looks up at ras with sparkling blue eyes. “wrapped around our fingers, huh? you shouldn’t tell me — i might take full advantage of that, you may even like it!” she laughs. “i’m joking, of course! no… you’re a sweet man, if you’d ask me of anything, i’d give you anything as well. even if it’s the heart of your enemies.” hell, she’d eat the heart of his enemies if he asked her as well.

“though maybe we shouldn’t talk about gore in front of the baby either…” ramona huffs, mentally scolding herself. “anyway, dinner is soon, we have some mash & milk for the baby, though we need to make a run soon, we’re running low on supplies. would you like some steak? i can make it however you’d like.”

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ souvenir of sadness — fallout #waiting for queue #lotuskissed

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‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’

"Hardly. The issues I carry were born long before I met you. My lack of social understanding for some things is not you being clear, I would guess. I just don't know. As for your combat prowess? It is not a bad thing that all are not natural-born killers, aye? I am sure your goddess admires your softer side and is why she speaks to you."

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ unrest with the quiet — baldur's gate 3 timeline #selunyte

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He wasn't sure why he thought this moment if it were to come to pass would be more romantic. At least by a campfire on a bedroll, somewhere safe, not them behind a building where if they got caught now would be disastrous. Yet, this was so perfectly them.

Listening to Lucio try to speak as he pounded into him was endearing. The man did have a gift of gab, he liked it when he didn't have words himself. Lucio never took offense when Raserei would go quiet. Like he knew the giant was just recharging. Though leave it to Lucio to make it a little weird.

Raserei hummed a response, his brain fogged and consumed by years of pent up sexual tension he wasn't aware he had. He did try to respond, but it was just grunts and groans that were in danger of becoming too loud. His large hand helping Lucio slam down on his cock, made his legs tremble from the excitement, how fucking good it felt to be buried in this man.

His lips trailed over his lover's neck, gentle kisses at first, deceptive to the railing he was giving him. The moment they passed over his throat he bit down and pulled at the skin, before kissing it and repeating. He would leave another mark for Lucio.

His cock twitched inside the other, his balls were feeling so heavy, and he could feel his precum leaking out with each thrust. He didn't have long left, which wasn't bad at this moment.

"I am close." he managed to growl out lowly in Lucio's ear.

When his mind was his own again he would better appreciate Lucio letting himself be vulnerable with him. He knew despite the fog, was not like the other man, Lucio made it very clear, that whining and being a more submissive lover wasn't really his thing. So Raserei did feel special.

Every small comment, every spit and spat, and all the years he'd dragged this out had been all worth it. Feeling Ras' cock push into him, stretching him in all the best ways made it worth it. It was almost cathartic even- to feel the other reciprocate at least some of the affection he tried so desperately to downplay to the other's face.

"Ah~ Yes- Ras-!" His whimpers and mewlings are needy and whiny as he chokes them back. As his body is bounced by strong hands. It was the best part.

People with sense didn't touch Lucio unless they were pretty things who didn't know better. Those who knew better or glanced his eyes and teeth recognized that look. A predatorial sharpness that threatened to bite the hand that feeds it. But not Raserei. Raserei's hands could bear the bites- they weren't afraid of him. To manhandle him. And that's all Lucio needed:

Just a little direction.

It was so easy, yet likely unexpected, to just slip into being just his whiny little mess. Bouncing on his cock all pretty, turning his head to let Ras bite and kiss and mark and bleed him all over his pale neck. All taken with hot hitching breaths. Begs whispered into the other's mouth with their tender kisses between the sharpness.

Only when he's brutishly gripped and shoved into harshly does he actually cry out. Some obscenity that likely didn't even make sense in his own language. His tight muscles excitedly gripping onto Ras' cock inside him- instinctively trying to milk him dry.

Lucio's hands can't stay holding onto the other's shoulders anymore. Ras was holding him up anyway. One interlaces in the other's fiery hair, tugging lightly at the scalp. The other slinks between them and begins stroking his own dick; slowly as to not end the moment too soon. But with Ras folding him in half against the wall and his reckless thrusts, he doesn't think he had much of a chance anyway.

"Sorry- sorry..." He whispers to the other's ear, apologizing after he promised he'd be good. But even though Ras could keep it together and couldn't find the words, Lucio didn't have that problem. Ever the chatty one, he can't help but spill his lewdness in sinful whispers to the other's ear. Perhaps just to egg him on?

"That ah- that firssst time-" He's trying so hard, huffing between his phrases, "You saved me- bashed that man's head in fer me. I thought about that every night fer- fer weeks after- thought about how badly I wanted ta suck your bloodied fingers clean."

He still thought about it- often. In fact, he was still thinking about it right now. His fingertips on his own pale cock between them stroking a bit quicker. Pressing kisses to the other's mouth and face.

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#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ bulletproof until we bleed out — western/red dead #waiting for queue #cicero-the-assassin

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❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ (here, have a DA Ashe lol)

The Avvar laughed, "I would say it is a good practice, but I do believe it could lead to a different kind of blindness, one that leads to someone being walked on. Or a knife in the back."

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ valor rages — companion verse (dragon age) #quiisquiliae #Ashe

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☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️ x a billion!

"Sarah, my love, I know. Though I sometimes question it, far be it from me to argue when it allowed me the honor of being the husband to such a woman who is as beautiful as the setting sun, and as smart as a hawk. Truly, I am thankful you think I am at least attractive."

#◾ i sing with blood and sinew — ic #◾ bulletproof until we bleed out — western/red dead #amorgansgal #Ras loves his little wife