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Writhing and Withering
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Feb 13, 2024
Mature
The wheel ever turns as the threads of fate keeps them intertwined.

A slow burn between Withers and Morri (Dark Urge).
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Blood and Shadows (Dark Urge x Astarion) ni Astr3a03
20 parte Ongoing
Sirena has no memory of her past as she awakens on the nautiloid. She doesn't just feel the tadpole behind her eye, working its way into her brain. She also feels something deeper...darker. The worm is being overshadowed by the constant desire- no NEED to kill...kill...KILL. Her only mission is to get revenge on those who have left her with only a name and this need to destroy. Everything else, her experiences, battles, and relationships will slowly reveal her past; whether it is useful or disturbing is another problem. However, her past is known to a select few. She will go on to find out she does indeed have a reason for the twitch she feels when a knife is in her hand. A reason why her body sings along with every strike of a blade against anything that moves. She is the daughter of Bhaal himself, the lord of murder. He sired not only her sweet name but the incessant desire for murder. She was trained in the arts of delightful music aswell as blades. Why? Because Bhaal's chosen must be so despicable that they can use honeyed words to convince their prey to commit their own murder, command a room of people to drop with the most angelic of Melodies. Her power resides in words because it was his desire, but her skills were moulded into something far more deadly. How she became lost with this urge is the main question pounding against her skull, but whoever did this didn't think of one thing. Sirena may have forgotten...but she will never forgive. Will she decide to resist this urge and get her revenge? Especially when it comes to those she will grow to love? Well...let's hope the dice roll in her favour. (This is a series I've created in honour of my durge run that I just had to write about. All inspired by conversations, events or areas through the course of the game. This is meant for mature audiences, due to the amount of violence, language, character backgrounds, etc. There are sexual scenes but don't expect many as I'm VERY new to writing. Thank you and enjoy!)
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♦️ | Chishiya x OC | ♦️ *PART ONE FINISHED BASED ON S1&S2* PART TWO IN PROGRESS* "I've always have that thought about you, that I don't want to remember you longer, than I have ever known you." Seina was never ordinary unpredictable, an emotional rollercoaster, heartbreakingly beautiful and brilliant, yet broken in every possible way. She stopped caring about life a while ago, no longer afraid of death. She was an addict, always to something else - by day, to her profession, to medicine; by night, to alcohol, drugs, fear, danger and the chaos of the nightlife. But when she ends up in Borderland, she must find a new addiction. A familiar face from her past. A hurtful memory. An unreachable heart. Chishiya. "The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. "