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@aluvedobluth
Indie, selective BG3/D&D oc rp blog
This is a sideblog to @aracnaregis
+18 only, presenting themes such as gore, violence, blood, drug use, sexuality & sexual relationships (including sexual work), and other themes.
All my characters are black or latin coded, unless specified otherwise.
Written by Mime (aka M) she/her, 30+, GMT -3
Mobile links: RULES — DOSSIER
@aluvedobluth sent: "So... You're an angel?"
There aren’t many things that could render Hela speechless or unsure how to proceed, but saying that is definitely one of those things. Being called an angel? Her, of all aasimar, being called an angel? Oh, how.. adorable.
She halted in her steps. One arm crossed over her chest as the elbow of her other leaned on top of its closed fist, hand slightly gripping her own chin between her thumb and index finger in overly dramatic contemplation. “In theory, yes..” her eyes lower towards the curious drow then, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips, “in practice, though.. I daresay most would consider me a devil rather than an angel.”
And of course, with such an answer, her own curiosity grew. The hand formerly on her chin now lowered, finding Nyssala’s cheek for a gentle caress.. attempting to draw her in, keep her attention entirely on her. “So now I wonder, little one.. which of these terms do you find most fitting for me?”
If there was any subtext to Hela’s words, it whooshed right past Nyssala’s head like an arrow missing its mark.
"Why do people call you a devil? You’re clearly not from the Hells. And I’ve seen your feath—"
She stopped mid-sentence, breath catching as soft fingers brushed against her cheek.
Oh. Oh. So that’s what Hela meant.
Nyssala’s lashes fluttered, her lips curving into a slow, sweet smile, the playful lilt in her voice turning... smoother.
"Well... I may call you whatever you wish, ma’am…"
@naturesaarrow sent:
Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.
- from the bg3 party banter prompt list :)
"But they have grapes!" Nyssala knew they had a mission, but her mind couldn't stop thinking about the perfect, plump little fruits like they were the real prize of this whole hellish excursion. Come oooonnn, why did Rina always have to be such a mood killer? Okay, sure, they were in the Hells. And yes, the House of Hope was technically a deathtrap. And fine, they were here to steal the hammer and save the world. But couldn’t they take just one little moment to enjoy the finer things? Like free snacks?
"I mean, you do remember the first time Raphael brought us here, right?" she added, glancing at Rina with a hopeful grin. "Oh! I wonder if they have cake this time! It’s been soooooo long since I had cake!"
Because priorities.
they matched each others freak. 42 injured. 7 dead. 12 missing.
@dev1lsadvocate @aluvedobluth
@average-bard sent:
We're either very clever or very lucky. - from the bg3 party banter prompt list :)
"We... are lost in the middle of nowhere with worms in our brains..."
Nyssala bit her lip, eyes darting around as if the sheer absurdity of their situation would suddenly make sense if she stared hard enough. Nope. Still horrifying. Still a mess. But then — then — she thought about it.
Muse had just called her clever and lucky!
No one had ever called her that before. Not once. Not ever. And oh, it felt... good. She smiled, a little fond, a little giddy. She liked this guy. He had good taste. Maybe he was the actual clever and lucky one. And if Nyssala stuck around him... maybe some of that would rub off on her.
Her grin widened.
"But you know... it could be worse. It could be faaar worse. And I have cool magical powers now!" she added, throwing up her hands in triumph. Because sure, they were doomed, but at least now she could make it entertaining.
" Kitten, don't worry about it."
Nyssala eyed the pile of Flaming Fist corpses with growing concern. Okay. Okaaaaay. This... this was bad, right? Like, attention-drawing, bounty-on-their-heads, gallows-await kind of bad?
And no one was hiding the bodies.
She sucked in a deep breath, her big, desperate doe eyes darting to Astarion. Slowly, she hooked her arm around his, clinging like he was her emotional support murderer. He had said not to worry. And, well... fuck it. Two hundred years of killing people, he must know what he’s doing! If he says it’s fine, then it’s fine.
"Okay…" She forced a smile, trying not to look at the blood seeping toward her boots. Then, with the enthusiasm of someone forcing themselves to believe in their own terrible life choices, she threw in a perky, "Yay!"
"You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?"
If I don’t, I’ll find the tallest rooftop in the city and take a graceful swan dive off it.
But — no, no, she couldn’t say that. That would just drag the mood down, and we can’t have that! The ball needs to keep rolling, hopes need to stay high! And better not to say anything that could come across as sass towards the Guildmaster.
Soooo... Smile, smile! Cheer up, girl!
She forced a grin, throwing her hands up as if brushing away invisible worries. "Hanging my head and wailing won’t do any good, will it, boss?" Should she even call her that? Well, she was a lot of people's boss, after all. Huh. Anyway... "Besides! There’s always something funny happening!" Her voice came out just a little too bright, a little too forced, but that was fine. Fake it ‘til you make it, right?
"so, what do you truly want?"
"To be rich, famous, and adored by everyone! And anyone who doesn't adore me can go cry about it like the envious little bitches they are!" Nyssala blurted it out without a second thought, as usual — because when did she ever think before speaking?
Then she blinked. Reality smacked her across the face like a cold fish. "Or... uh... well, getting rid of my debts would be fantastic, too."
"there's a sense of naivety about you.. i like it."
Naïve? Naïve?? Oh, that was rich. She came from the Underdark, survived murder attempts since she was a baby, got mocked and humiliated by every family member that cared about her existence enough for it, failed Arach-Tinilith — and lived to tell the tale, mind you — and then clawed her way to the surface just to get treated like filth by every self-righteous bastard who thought they were better than her.
She scoffed, shaking her head with a sharp little laugh. "People hardly think that about a prostitute..." And yet, she still sank gracefully onto the seat beside Hela, eyes gleaming with curiosity. This one was strong. Powerful enough to keep Nyssala’s lovely little neck where it belonged. That was very interesting. Her lips curled into a slow, teasing smile. "Although..." she added, with a playful tilt of her head, "I can be naïve, if that’s what you’re into."
BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.
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?
Think the bar is open?
" your survival is a miracle i hoped not to witness. " (from minthara, obviously ☠️)
Nyssala's mouth fell open in a dramatic gasp, her cousin’s words hurting deep — but hey, she always found a bright side. So instead of dwelling on the sting, her lips curled into a slow, impish grin, eyes going wide and starry with sudden delight.
"So… you think I’m a miracle?" she breathed, voice full of wonder, as if she’d just been crowned the chosen one.
Rules
First and foremost:
NO MINORS. No exceptions. This blog is +18 only and all minors who interact will be blocked.
About the themes in this blog:
My only no-gos in what regards to writing are: Alzheimer, Dementia, Parkinson, and other neurological degenerative diseases, including temporary conditions such as Delirium. I will not read nor write those, and I'd like it to be tagged if we're mutuals and these ever pops up in your blog.
As for other themes I won't write (but these ones I have no problem reading, or interacting with characters who go through them, and they don't need to be tagged): Self-harm, suicide or suicide ideation, character death. Read more about this here in this post: ABOUT THE THEMES IN MY BLOGS
Regarding other OCs:
I have personal reservations about self-inserts due to past experiences. Interacting with them makes me very uncomfortable, so please respect that and don’t insist.
General interactions:
I'm not mutuals-only. Bring on your ideas or send a rp meme and we can interact;
RP memes never expire here, just link to it so I may know where you got it from;
Feel free to turn asks into threads;
Needless to say, MUN =/= MUSE, the character's views DO NOT represent my own;
NSFW allowed, but I'd rather have it under a "read more" cut (because yes I write at work :D );
Be warned that I'm a complete clown irl so no matter how traumatic and angst our thread is, I will probably send you a meme about it. Let me know if it's not your vibe and I'll refrain from doing so;
I will never bug you about a reply, and none of my interactions comes with any kind of pressure. Take all the time you need in our threads, and in our communication out of the character too;
Don't need to match styles or length in replies;
Feel free to drop any thread at any given time, you don't even need to warn me, I'll never be mad about it or most probably I won't remember it;
I can write only in portuguese, english or spanish. Unfortunately I can't comprehend any other languages :(
Feel free to take small liberties such as a change of scene/scenario/introduce more characters, and even describe minor reactions of my muse (a look, a shift in the attention, a sigh, etc), specially if previously plotted, but please don't write away all of my muse's actions/speeches;
Multiverse, multiship, polyship, crossover, rarepairing, crackships friendly. That means: each ship and dynamic happens in a separate timeline of its own, unless stated otherwise and properly plotted with all the muns involved;
No rush on replies! I'm a slow writer, mostly because I write first in my mother tongue and then translate it to english... So yeah, please be patient with me. Also, I'm pretty laid-back, so no need to feel pressured to reply quickly, be it in threads or in DMs. I'm super low-maintenance too — if we don't talk for months, I'll still reply like no time has passed.
NO DRAMA. I don't want to know what XYZ said on a Discord server; I don't want to read a full thread on Twitter about your bickering. Don't try to guilt me into stop talking to someone. Don't tag me in callout posts. Don't come to my inbox to talk shit about other people, especially if they're POC. Whatever your personal problems with others are, DON'T INVOLVE ME.
NO RACISM, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, ETC. I can, of course, interact with biased characters, but DON'T make it an excuse to be an asshole in the real world.
ADDENDUM: Don't "softblock" me. I use mostly Tumblr mobile, so most of times I'll just think I unfollowed you unintentionally (because the app does that) and I will follow again. Either ignore me or hard block me at once.
20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS
I made it as suggested by @thetavolution!
I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)
She loves floral perfumes like cloves and roses, with a touch of cinnamon.
II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?
I guess it would taste either like the drinks she consumes the most (cheap, dry, red, citric wine) or as barmy citric fruit brewed with too much sugar on it.
III. how would they kiss their LI?
She is very adaptive and can vary the way she kisses, adapting to the tastes of the LI (a skill she acquired in her years as a sex worker). If given the liberty, though, she's all into nibbles and sucklings, and she loves to bite and scratch. Although she pretends otherwise, she loves to leave red marks and nail trails.
IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?
She had learned to sleep (or trance) with one eye open, so she is a very light sleeper. She’s always cold, so she'll monopolize the blanket (or she'll hide under her LI for warmth).
V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?
A total mess, but no one can tell this until they go inside. The exterior area is pristine, clean and organized with fluff pillows and a comfortable carpet around a narghile, but there are piles of junk hidden inside every crate or canva, and inside backpacks her belongings are in complete disarray since she just tosses it there and forgets that they exist — just like pretty much every other aspect of her life :’D
VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?
Pink and gold metallic dice (she'll never financially recover from that purchase)
VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?
Do debts and abusive ex-lovers count?
VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?
Completely into Wyll/Shadowheart book club, with the addition of her own erotic novels.
IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?
Either Astarion or Jaheira. Astarion because they're always sassing over each other, resulting in long bickerings of mutual venom spilling. Jaheira because she is the “High Harper” and this group refused to help Nyssala flee from Menzoberranzan, so she's a bit sour against them.
X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?
She likes speak with animals (like a disney princess), but uses speak with dead more often, for some reason.
XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?
A poor career choice (actually she wanted to become one, but was refused in every audition she made - it seems that Underdark humor is not very appreciated in the surface, so she became salty about clowns in general).
XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?
She is the major gossipper of the party, but probably Astarion would talk shit about her “lower tastes” for foods and drinks (she's not very selective, and due to her financial problems she often consumes whatever is cheapest), or disclosing how much Nyssala would be an easy prey for vampires, given her former profession… Or a general gossip about how she managed to stay alive all this time (since disaster seems to follow her everywhere), complainings about how overall careless and financially irresponsible she is, the family name she never disclosed to anyone until Minthara came to camp, or why the hell she is dancing with a sword at the riverbank alone at night. She pretends it doesn't affect her, because she is somehow convinced that she doesn't deserve people's affection anyway.
XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?
She has the silliest sense of humor, it's pretty easy to make her laugh, actually. As a child, she had a noble education, so she learned how to laugh “politely”. She also practiced charming and cute smiles to charm customers of Sharess’ Caress into buying another drink. But if left unchecked, the girl can cackle real LOUD, so she does whatever is possible to avoid that, since she learned the hard way that people often find it annoying.
XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?
Probably she has some with Minthara, since they both hail from the same place and very likely know about the same people. I also headcanon them gossiping in their mother tongue about drow nobility and other companions.
XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?
“This is made of fine fabrics and delicate silvery details. Things like this are probably the source of half of her debts.”
XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?
“The lace embroidery reads: free to stare, $40 to touch.”
XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?
During the day, she buys herself a good birthday gift (one that most certainly further compromises her financial life). At night, she hangs out with her friends/coworkers to dance and get drunk on cheap alcohol.
XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?
She'd be a sucker for doramas (romantic and comedy ones) or true crime series. Or both. But she'd watch whatever her LI is watching because she wants to please them so bad.
XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?
Amor de Quenga - Pablo Vittar (this is in Baldur's Gate, before the game, where she had given up on romance after several romantic disasters)
Baby Said - Måneskin (before the game)
How to Be a Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds (also before the game)
Angry Too - Lola Blanc
Blues da Piedade - Cássia Eller (originally by Cazuza, but I like her version more)
I Miss the Misery - Halestorm
Hot Girl Bummer - Blackbear
Wasabi - Little Mix
Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez
I'm a Mess - Bebe Rexha
911 - Lady Gaga
Panic Attacks in Paradise - Ashnikko
Bad Girl - Avril Lavigne
Sweet but Psycho - Ava Max
Zitti e Buoni - Måneskin
Raise Hell - Dorothy
Kiss and Make Up - Dua Lipa & Blackpink
Beggin' - Måneskin (originally by Madcon)
Typa Girl - Blackpink (endgame, if she manages to pay off her debts)
Empire - (G)I-dle (endgame, if she manages to grow her ambitions)
XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?
Make up, hair pins, and excerpts of dirty song lyrics and erotic novels written by herself.
About Muse
Presenting: Nyssala, a Lolth-Sworn Drow noble who got expelled from Menzoberranzan at an early age.
Quick facts about the muse and my portrayal:
She can take the role of a Tav, a Companion or a non-tadpoled NPC, I'll roll with whatever you have in mind.
As a Tav, she's very influenciable, and will be very prone to listen to her companion's inputs on important decisions. She normally follows the suggestions of whoever she has more affinity with (a lover or a best friend).
As a Companion, she's a whiny but eager little minion. No matter how unhinged or dangerous the situation may be, she'll get your back! (or almost)
As a non-tadpoled NPC, expect a much more coward approach, and the charging of a fee for every little favour.
Her moral compass is completely broken. If she likes you, you're always right, no matter what the fuck you're doing. She's the kind of friend who justifies every single fucked up shit her bestie does.
She's nonsensical. She jokes about the most traumatic shit and expects people to be normal about it. You know, standard Underdark behaviour. /j
She's a drama queen.
Don't expect brilliant ideas or complex plans. She's kinda stupid tbh (high CHA, low INT).
Do expect surprisingly practical (if not unusual) problem-solving. Either involving murder or complete evasion.
Dossier
Name: Nyssala Baenre, aka Nys, or Nissy
Gender identity: Female-aligned
Pronouns: She/They
Class: Bard (lore)
Background: Noble
Age: (whatever is the drow equivalent of a 22)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation (pre-tadpole): Performer and sex worker at Sharess' Caress.
Occupation (tadpole'd): Adventurer.
Characteristics: Outgoing, irresponsible, unhinged, goofy, playful, a little bit dumb.
Appearance: Nyssala is a pretty young drow with big red-and-pink eyes and thick lips. She has dark-grey skin with a purple hue and a thin, curly white hair that she often dyes in extravagant colours. Currently she styles her hair in long pink and purple locks with golden pins, but it may vary with relative ease once she reaches the city again.
Quote: "Dancer, musician, actress, poet, prostitute... I'm a little bit of everything, not much of anything." — Nyssala, when asked about her profession.
Background:
Banished from the Underdark for (inadvertently) mingling with Elistraee's worshippers when she was only the drow equivalent of 18 years old, she landed in Baldur's Gate city thanks to a ride from the Bregan D’aerthe.
Without money, contacts or prestige, and dealing with people's suspicion and prejudice against drow, she tried to make musical performances to earn her keep. Needless to say, she didn't make enough money to sustain herself that way, so she sought a job in Sharess' Caress, a place known for welcoming drows among their staff.
A few years had passed since then. She was going out on her day off when the Nautiloid snatched her.
Personality:
Nyssala is the embodiment of chaotic energy. She has a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and getting in and out of trouble either by her own reckless, impulsive actions or by extreme bad luck.
Just like Pandora, she can't keep her box closed; "cursed to put my hands on everything" is more than a true statement, it's a way of life. Her curiosity is only matched by her recklessness, threading a fine line between bold and oblivious.
She knows that her combat prowess are lacking to say the least, so she always tries to talk her way out of most complicated situations, wich often leads her to other complicated situations. She's always indebted, often spending more than her income, losing money at gambles, borrowing money to pay previously borrowed money, thus, creating a vicious circle of debt she might never get rid of.
She doesn't openly disclose her former job at Sharess' Caress for strangers, in fear of being mistreated. However, she doesn't treats it with very much secrecy and won't deny it if asked or recognized by other baldurians. She is very secretive about her lineage, though, and will deny throughly if recognized by other drow. Thankfully, there aren't many drow on the surface that could uncover her identity...
Her outgoing, unhinged and overall goofy demeanor serves mostly to mask her deep insecurity and lack of self-esteem. After being banished from home, she doesn't deem herself worthy of be respected or loved, so she made up a character who was. Or almost.
Possible TV Tropes' character tropes for Nyssala includes: Unluckily Lucky, Weirdness Magnet, Lethal Klutz (or The Jinx).
20 Tav/OC questions
"If House Baenre formed a line, Nyssala wouldn't make to the 100th first."
