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welcome! the name's adam (he/they), 23.

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[baldursheart]

moving to hcpebled

this is my main blog where i am 99& of the time. i miss my BG3 folks so that's where they'll be!

[mcflymemes]

THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE *  assorted overused dialogue for your muses to say to each other because why the hell not, adjust as necessary

in english, please?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

whatever you do, don't look down.

so... where were we?

are you trying to get us killed?

i eat guys like you for breakfast.

we'll never make it in time!

how hard can it be?

did i just say that outloud?

no way, i'm coming with you.

don't die on me!

did i miss anything?

yeah, you better run!

you look like you've seen a ghost.

i have a bad feeling about this.

if i wanted to kill you, i would have done it already.

you're gonna wanna see this.

i was about to ask you the same thing.

i gotta get me one of these!

i can explain!

let's get outta here!

i could do this all day!

it's not you, it's me.

this is not happening.

is that all you got?

she's gonna blow!

it's not what it looks like.

i wouldn't do that if i were you.

i was born ready.

what seems to be the problem?

shut up and kiss me.

you have to go on without me.

we're not so different, you and i.

you just don't get it, do you?

you talking to me?

we've got company.

he's right behind me, isn't he.

we can do this the easy way... or the hard way.

you look like shit.

there's a storm coming.

i'd tell you, but then i'd have to kill you.

i'm getting too old for this shit.

sit down and shut up.

don't do anything stupid.

it's just a scratch.

you say that like it's a bad thing.

what is the meaning of this?

cover me. i'm going in.

it's quiet. too quiet.

that's what i'm talking about!

ready when you are.

danger is my middle name.

i've always wanted to do that.

[torntrutha]

" well, that's an unfair competition, soldier. " karlach stands up straighter, arms crossing, one eyebrow raising -- as if this bothers her, but she can't keep up the facade for long. a smile cracks the corner of her lips. " i'm in. i like the odds whether or i win or lose. you know how play. " that's followed by such a hearty and carefree laugh. they gotta do this from afar, though. her wildheart and ability to just chat with animals always makes this difficult. unless she didn't directly kill them. which she usually never aims for as is. gortash is an exception. she wants him dead.

[baldursheart]

"afraid the druid will out-do you? understandable. the forest is practically my home." freya teases, her laugh matching karlach's own. it feels good to let loose ( even if they were just doing this for their dinner ) and run around in nature, a reprieve from the endless worries that followed them. "alright then. we start at the edge of camp, count to three and then run off. whoever's back first wins." there is a tiny, tiny urge to cheat and run off ahead and get the upper-hand. she smothers it down.

[shadowsfell]

the reminder of their shared plight is almost enough to thieve the smile from crescentia's face, but she actively resists the temptation. she imagines that her expressions runs the gauntlet, regardless of her attempt to refrain from doing so. her mother always told her that her face was an open book, that her emotions lived in glass houses for all to stop by and see. she has never been a good liar; she never will be.

"of course," she answers almost immediately, her countenance returning to its natural warmth and openness. "we don't have to talk," she reassures freya. "we can just enjoy the evening," her eyes find the stars and, soon enough, the moon. the truth stalling behind her teeth sits on her chest with its full weight shortly thereafter, and she sighs softly.

"worry," her confession comes easily. she trusts freya; she has no reason not to. they have held one another's lives in their hands more than once. "for faerûn, for its people, for ... us," the latter rides on the curtails of hesitation, as though she is ashamed to say it aloud. "i fear that what lies ahead is too ... too insurmountable, like an impossible quest in some fantastical legend." such a stark deviation from her usual optimism leaves crescentia feeling deeply unsettled.

"i am no hero of myth," she laughs to ease her discomfort. "i am just a cleric, just ... a shopkeeper's daughter."

[baldursheart]

freya couldn't blame her — couldn't blame anyone that was part of their group, really — for feeling worry. this wasn't your everyday adventure. it was a nightmare piled atop another nightmare. an endless rope swing into the darkness. no-one chose this. no-one wanted this.

"we live in a world of fantastical legend, I'm afraid." hand settles gently against crescentia's shoulder, freya offering her a small smile. "that's the thing — hero to some, villain to the other. but you're ... you're more than that, crescentia. more than a cleric and a shopkeeper's daughter. you're everything." to me.

"what we do, what we've done, what we will do, it takes someone with a whole lot of strength to do that. and you're still here." and freya was grateful for that. endlessly. immensely. there was no way she could ever thank crescentia enough for putting up with a world-ending horror that was of freya's own making. one she so desperately wanted to fix. "I'll always be there for you, I hope you know that. I'm on your side, whatever you choose."

[never-surrender]

What in the world was going on? Ever the perceptive one, he certainly notices the awkwardness of the situation, every minute detail her body giving off seen by his sharp gaze. He had long ago learned to read people, and with Freya? He had learned to read her more than the average person. It was both disconcerting and a relief to know that he still was able to do so.

"Awkward? Noooooo never," waving a hand through the air, he piles on the sarcasm as thickly as he could manage before a laugh rises from his throat, shaking his head. "You suddenly have a daughter, I suppose it would be hard for it to not be awkward-" and yet he still hadn't put two and two together...

"When did you get the little add on anyhow?"

[baldursheart]

it wasn't very easy — lying to a liar. freya was quite good at it, usually, but this wasn't something she'd planned for. astarion didn't know. freya had kept it that way. she knew how he felt about children and, well, all those years ago, how could she have done that? told him when he was already gone? fighting a darkness that had lingered so long in his life?

"look, this is — " oh, don't tell him. don't tell him by a fridge full of dairy produce. this was terrible. "well, her birthday was last month, so six years ago." astarion wasn't an idiot. if only he were. "I couldn't ... you changed your phone number, what else was I supposed to do? "

[caramelcorgi]

Faerûn‘s best blacksmith

[haresvoid]

'THE OFFER WAS NOT SOMETHING THE MIND FLAYER WAS EXPECTING. It retracted from it a smile, or its approximation // LOWER EYELIDS CRINKLING UPWARDS. “&– - I do drink tea, yes. The offer is appreciated and I shall partake with you.” Hand shifted, psionics commanded to 'clean' off desk (MORE OF A HAPHAZARD RESHUFFLING OF ITEMS AND PAPERS). Room provided for kettle, cups, or any other accoutrements-- - the chair was also of free usage for the cleric. “&– - If you desire, I can give you a list of that which I have found edible and drinkable sometime within the future.”

[baldursheart]

there is an instant sense of relief at the mindflayer's assurance that it did, in fact, drink tea. multiple kinds! kindreth can only hope the flavours they had available would be acceptable for today. "that's wonderful — just give me a moment to bring my things over." the half-drow moves with efficiency, two tea cups set on a tray alongside a pot of tea that had been boiling over a small, arcane-made flame. a beaker of milk added to finish it off, the cleric makes his way gingerly back to the tent and sets the tray down on the desk provided. "I have two flavours going — earl grey, and a green tea with lavender."

[blondeboyfriend]

getting eaten out in a meadow could fix me

[riense]

Day 20 | Bard

[petalsprompts]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 / 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬.

a collection of scenarios & interactions appropriate for period/medieval rp. change pronouns/tenses as needed, specify muse where needed.

[ broken cart ] the sender comes across the receiver, whose cart/wagon has broken down.

[ tavern ] our muses are both visiting a local tavern, where they meet.

[ road companions ] our muses are traveling in the same direction, both on foot, where they meet.

[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river.

[ shelter inn ] our muses are both taking shelter from some untimely weather at a travellers' inn.

[ a dance/celebration ] our muses are attending a dance, and as the partners swap they meet on the dancefloor.

[ festival ] our muses are separately attending an annual community festival hosted in town.

[ royal celebration ] the monarchy has put on a celebration for their people, our muses meet during the festivities.

[ runaway horse ] after being thrown from their spooked horse, sender abruptly meets the receiver as they are tracking down the runaway horse.

[ by the fireside ] sender approaches the receiver on a cold night, drawn in by their fire, in hopes they can share the warmth.

[ disaster strikes ] a lightning storm has hit, our muses have both taken shelter from the dangerous weather inside an abandoned structure.

[ market square ] our muses come into contact whilst attending the same marketplace, or market stall.

[ on fire! ] our muses meet in the chaos of a fire breaking out amongst the houses in the village or town.

[ upon the docks ] our muses are both by the docks; for the ships and/or fishmongers, where they meet.

[ a new servant ] sender, or reciever, is a newly employed servant in or nearby the home of the other muse.

[ that's my horse! ] our muses meet in an argument wherein both believe the stabled horse is theirs. in reality, they have near-identical horses and it's an unintentional misunderstanding.

[ a tournament ] our muses are attending, working as, or participating in a tourney, hosted by the crown or relative nobles.

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

“I’d rather choose to fall in love and be hurt…"

"There’s always sadness in our lives. It’s that sad feeling that keeps us going."

"Believe in yourself and nothing can stop you."

"It’s not nice to pick on people weaker than you."

"No matter how much you change, please don’t forget the people who care for you."

"Thinking isn’t going to get us anywhere."

"I don’t need love right now. I have friends with the same purpose as me."

"If a soldier’s pride means hurting one another, I don’t want it."

"Never doubt your worst nightmare."

"Don’t forget me. I just want you to know you’re in my heart."

"But our brains are all the same. We are the same people."

"You cry for me?"

"I’ll just warn you now, I don’t know how to use a computer."

"Please stop talking about math when I’m eating."

"Tell me how to win this!"

"Why does morning come every day?!"

"This is no time for crying!"

"You saved my life though, so you must have some kind of heart."

"Very impressive, you didn’t land a single punch."

"Looks like you’ve learned your lesson!"

"I know it was you who prevented me from getting hurt, and I want to thank you."

"I need to keep it a secret just a little bit longer."

"Even in a dream, you’re just too good to be true."

"That’s so sweet I’m getting cavities!"

"Whenever you feel lost or anxious, I will always be there for you."

"A flower, no matter how beautiful, withers over time."

"I’ll punish you in high heels!"

"I’m not going to put my dreams on hold for you."

"Oh, please just let me sleep in peace!"

"We have to work together and fight so we don’t repeat the tragedy of the past again!"

"Are all former rock stars as loony as you?"

"Sometimes reality really stinks."

"Being a cute superhero and a student is exhausting."

"Oh, I wish I could be a cat."

[baldursheart]

@sailingtempest asked: What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? for freya

absolutely none. considering freya's past as bhaal's favourite little blood-spawn, the freya of that time found "hobbies" in the evil and atrocious. things she does not want to be part of ever again.

but hobbies she's gained? slowly learning to play the lute. painting, making her own paints. collecting trinkets that she keeps at camp until finding a home to call her own & decorate with said trinkets.

[kikicolors]

druid gf

[tadbitfooled]

He only wished it were that simple. The thing inside him, gnawing away at the bars he attempted to erect. It left deep scars that Tavinkas wasn't sure if they would ever truly heal. But he could try. He couldn't allow the beast inside to win.

"I'm not sure how much spitefulness can assist with this." It was bluntly stated, a bit of a twist in his face at the admission. "I'm not sure what would." He cleared his throat, looking away, contemplating what else to say.

"But I can carry on with our mission in the morning," he said, attempting to deflect. The beast was quiet for the evening, but that gave him no sense of calm. Merely fear of what it could be laying in wait for.

[baldursheart]

"tavinkas, listen. I'm - " enya sighs, scratching at her throat. it's not like she can just back off now despite how awkward this whole thing is. she wasn't someone who confided in others unless truly desperate ( and even that was new after so many years alone, constantly relying on herself to survive and be present in the world ) so to be the one confided in is a little strange.

"I'm not the one people go to for heart-to-hearts. I'm probably very shit at them. but with times like these - world-ending times, stuff no one really wants to be at the centre of - it's better gettin' shit off your chest. even if its just to complain for a bit or punch a tree. so y'know, just, complain. if you want. no judgement here."

[never-surrender]

He's almost charmed ... almost. Children weren't something he was terribly fond of in any given situation, but he knew how to be polite at teh very least. Most people frowned upon being rude to a child after all, and he wasn't here to make an enemy of the child's Aunt. Or who he assumed was an aunt.

How wrong he was.

"Mommy?" blinking several times, Astarion looked up at Freya, a frown on his features as suspicion began to set in. This child looked awfully old to be her kid... last time he saw her there was no kid at all! "Uh ... sure. Lets call me Mommy's friend, Darling," he puts on a charming smile for the girl, looking to Freya again with a questioning look.

[baldursheart]

"right. mommy's friend." freya agrees even as she feels the awkwardness settle in her throat, the nerves settling in her stomach. this is not the place for this conversation ( should it even become a conversation at all ). faint voices calls out and freya looks over her shoulder, sighing in relief at the sight of the friend she'd come shopping with.

" 'stelle, go tell aunty ajax you're allowed a new toy, mm? I'll be right there." with an excited squeak and a nod, the young girl rushes to the end of the aisle. once sure that ajax and estelle are gone, freya turns back to astarion. she gives a small smile. "how, uh, how have you been? you're looking better. is everything ... I'm making this awkward. It's really good to see you, astarion."

[tanyon-lee]