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𝄞𝄢 BREE HEARTLEAF ⭑.ᐟ — musician, entertainer, runaway bride, reluctant hero ⁀➴

#DARLINGBARDLING: an independent, private, semi-selective, roleplay blog for an original college of lore bard tav from larian's ˗ˏˋ BALDUR'S GATE 3 ˎˊ˗ long- form writing. oc, au, & crossover friendly. 21+ to interact. minors will be blocked. personal/non-rp blogs, do not interact.

content warnings: adult themes, trauma, sexual themes, abuse, blood & potential gore.

loved by bellie (she/her), 25+. est. may 2025.

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#𝄞𝄢 INTERMISSION ⭑.ᐟ : ooc #darlingbardling #bg3 #bg3 rp #rp #baldurs gate 3 #indie roleplay #new pinned post!!

darlingbardling

𝄞𝄢 HER EXPRESSION SOFTENED even further as she listened to Rinnill's plight. She understood to a certain degree. There were times when her scars would ignite with pain as if she were being hurt all over again. Bree felt it most in her right eye, where a glass prosthetic now sat.

She didn't know there was a term for it.

Hesitantly, Bree's hand lifted to brush a lock of silvered hair from Rinnill's forehead. His graceless tumble had rumpled him a little, and it made the tiefling feel even worse for triggering such a traumatic time for the ranger.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, her voice filled with care. "Are you still hurting? I have healing spells if you need them." The bard couldn't deny the rush of protectiveness she felt. "Here. Let me help you up."

thelxstdrow

ᒥ🕷ᒧ— His brows furrow when shown such a gentle gesture, he tilts his head and leans back. A confused gaze bounces between the hand that had touched him to her expression, he was very clearly trying to determine if her intentions were genuine in their kindness.

"I am..." He moves to get himself up on his foot with his crutch, and though quite practiced he was a tad unsteady. "...I am fine. Thank you, I appreciate your kindness." Though it left him utterly confused. Rinnill felt something stirring in his chest he couldn't quite give a name to. He'd urge himself to change the topic and move on from the unfamiliar feeling.

The drow sat himself on the seating and tilted his head back against the wall. He closed his eyes, and a deep sigh escaped him. "I am a worse dancer than I previously believed." A jest, despite his dry tone.

darlingbardling

𝄞𝄢 DESPITE THE CIRCUMSTANCES, the corners of Bree's lips perked up in amusement. She was glad to see that her carelessness hadn't completely ruined the moment between them. Although she wanted to assist him, she let the drow get up on his own. The last thing she wanted to do was impose any further than she already had.

"This time doesn't count. I completely ruined your chance to shine." The tiefling plopped down into a chair beside him. "Perhaps later on we can try again."

Realizing just how presumptuous that sounded, Bree's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink than her normal complexion. "I mean, that is... if you're planning on lingering here for a bit. I'm sure you're itching to move on to the next town, yes?"

#stories-of-iclin #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic

Hi lovelies! Sorry I’ve been a little MIA. On top of work and school I’ve been sick and getting everything ready for our cross-country move in 10 days!

I’m much more active on Discord, so if you want to chat/RP on there don’t hesitate to reach out! I promise I don’t bite 🙂‍↕️🩷

#𝄞𝄢 intermission : ooc ⭑.ᐟ

strangedime

my headstone is gonna say "death by trying to figure out how to paint hair"

anyways, have madame orin

thelxstdrow

ᒥ🕷ᒧ— He glances down, realizing he clumsily stored the bottle in that he hadn't stored it at all like he believed he had. "Spiral," He raises the bottle, looking into the forest green liquid with deep appreciation. "It is a pain reliever. Often when I am remined of Mezoberranzan I am accompanied by pain in my lost leg. I do not understand it, the strict association those two things have, but I do know it is not pleasant." That certainly wasn't the whole truth of it, but neither was it a lie. It was the excuse he told himself to justify the endless use of the drug.

Not every instance of his past being brought up incited pain in the limb, it was the uncontrollable and overwhelming feelings brought on he was numbing rather.

Rinnill placed the bottle in his pocket, ensuring he actually did so this time. "Phantom Limb Pain is what the affliction is called. I have experienced many poisons, but nothing can compare to the burning of my nerves that I feel in my residual limb."

darlingbardling

𝄞𝄢 HER EXPRESSION SOFTENED even further as she listened to Rinnill's plight. She understood to a certain degree. There were times when her scars would ignite with pain as if she were being hurt all over again. Bree felt it most in her right eye, where a glass prosthetic now sat.

She didn't know there was a term for it.

Hesitantly, Bree's hand lifted to brush a lock of silvered hair from Rinnill's forehead. His graceless tumble had rumpled him a little, and it made the tiefling feel even worse for triggering such a traumatic time for the ranger.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked, her voice filled with care. "Are you still hurting? I have healing spells if you need them." The bard couldn't deny the rush of protectiveness she felt. "Here. Let me help you up."

#stories-of-iclin #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic

❥ Outlawed ⁀➴ @dev1lgun ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 BREE COULD PAPER an entire wall with the amount of wanted posters she's ripped off of bulletins.

At least the artist hadn't gotten her features down precisely. Her nose was a little bigger than and her horns weren't true to size. But even then, one could easily identify her after a moment's contemplation. Bree quickly crumpled the paper and stuffed it into her bag. Best to be safe than sorry.

It was exhausting, constantly being on the run. She had hoped that she traveled far enough from the Gate to finally take a breath, but it seemed that she still had hounds on her tail. It made it difficult to busk for extra money, the fear of being spotted and accosted a constant reminder in the back of her mind. She mentally cursed her husband. Even in the afterlife he continued to plague her life.

She hitched her instrument case further up her shoulder as her eyes returned to the empty stage. The last bard that occupied it was tone-deaf, and was promptly booed off the stage by disgruntled bar patrons. Bree mulled over her options, and decided she would chance once song to get some coin in her pocket. If someone recognized her, she'd get the Hells outta dodge.

Without preamble, Bree took the stage with her fiddle in tow. She kept her hood up, hoping the dim lantern light would be enough to shroud her distinct features.

#dev1lgun #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic #i hope this is okay!!#lemme know if i need to change anything

[ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⁀➴ @grieflorn ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 WHO WAS SHE to deny the beautiful cleric? Bree could hear her heart thrumming in her ears as she sank down on her knees before Shadowheart, her hands resting on the tops of her legs. This was a position she was familiar with, especially when it came to her half-elf lover. Shadowheart had a penchant for bossing the bard around, ensuring she was worshipped thoroughly before making Bree come undone with the force of a tempest.

She tucked her tail underneath her like a good little disciple.

"As per usual, I am at your mercy." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes glimmered with anticipation. She was curious to know what the latter had in store for her.

#grieflorn #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic #𝄞𝄢 nsfw/nsft.

I’m bored gimme a spicy/nsfw headcanon about your character 🎤🎤🎤

#𝄞𝄢 intermission : ooc ⭑.ᐟ

[ spank ] your muse spanking mine.

❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⁀➴ @venusfangs ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 BREE BIT HER bottom lip at the sensation of Astarion's hand coming down on her reddened cheek once again. All she could do was wriggle in his lap and keep her tail tucked to the side— just as the vampire instructed before he bent her over his knee. After all, how could Astarion give her a proper spanking if her appendage was in the way?

"Ten..." Bree whimpered. The sting radiating through her heated skin made her toes curl. It was taking a near-Herculean effort keeping count. Perhaps that's why Astarion instructed her too. Sadistic bastard. She could hardly focus on anything else besides the delicious pain on her backside and the way her panties grew wetter with every slap.

"What exactly did I do to deserve this again?"

#venusfangs #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic #𝄞𝄢 nsfw/nsft.

[ dress ] your muse having mine dress up in lingerie. / @average-bard 👀

❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⁀➴ @average-bard ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 THE LACY FABRIC hugged Bree like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. She couldn't remember the last time she wore something like this— perhaps back when she didn't have a choice in the matter. But that was in the past, the wraiths of Bree's past had long been purified from her soul. To stand in front of the full-length mirror now, adorned in a sexy little number, all for someone that she liked and cared for— it was a liberating feeling in itself.

Bree primped herself in the mirror one last time before opening the door and stepping out. She couldn't deny the way her heart pounded with anticipation. Would Muse like what he saw? Would he notice the scars that adorned her body like a gallery of her past trauma. Her heels clicked along the stone floors as she finally emerged.

"Ta-da," Bree sang, turning this way and that to give Muse a real eyeful of her ensemble. "What do you think?"

#average-bard #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic #𝄞𝄢 nsfw/nsft.

kkekaart

Zevlor 🐥 (probably one of the background characters that I like the most, I would have loved to see more of him) comm i made for @duckie19

My BG3-themed Tamagotchis came in and they’re so freaking cute. Definitely worth the wait because of tariffs! I’m so tempted to get the rest of the gang now 😌

Here’s the Etsy shop if you want one!

#the urge to put them on my bag #but I’m scared they’ll get lost #I’ll probably just hang them off my shelf where the rest of my BG3 merch is #𝄞𝄢 intermission : ooc ⭑.ᐟ

amourmemes

❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

inspired by devotedecay’s non - sexual acts of dominance meme ! send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to … ( add ❝ reverse ❞ if you’d like to see how my muse would preform the action ! )

[ shower ] your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ] your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ] your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ] your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ] your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ] your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ] your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ] your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ] your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ] your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ] your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ] your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ] your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ] your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ] your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ] your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ] your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ] your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ] your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ] your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ] your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ] your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ] your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ] your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ] your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ] your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ] your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ] your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ] your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ] your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ] your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ] your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ] your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ] your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ] your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ] your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

#:3c #𝄞𝄢 a ballad to pass the time ⭑.ᐟ : memes

vivi-llain

desecration

cmm <33

darlingbardling

@griefgoddess — my wife 💜

𝄞𝄢 Picrew Your Muses ⭑.ᐟ

Had to do my darling bardling 🩷

Yoinked from: @chaoticbard

Tagging: @silvertiefling, @dirtandclay, @flamesofavernus, @melihel-shadowhorn, and youuuu!

#𝄞𝄢 a ballad to pass the time ⭑.ᐟ : memes

darlingbardling

𝄞𝄢 BREE COULD SEE the vitality leaving Rinnill's eyes in real time. His entire body loosened, became warm and gooey under the effects of whatever that green liquid was. The tiefling could only assume that it was some kind of tincture, or maybe a potion? She had never seen something that could be so potent with only a few drops on the tongue.

At the drow's mumbled apology, Bree lifted her hand as if to touch him again, but quickly thought better of it. He had flinched away from her touch with a fear that made her feel like a monster. Her tail drooped, and her expression softened with remorse.

"It's okay," she said, keeping her voice soft as if to not spook him. "You have nothing to apologize for. I should have asked if you were scared of heights."

Her eyes drifted back down to the bottle in his slackened grip. Perhaps it was something Rinnill took to soothe his nerves, the bard surmised. Bree shifted so she sat cross-legged a respectable distance from the latter.

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything? Water? Food?"

thelxstdrow

ᒥ🕷ᒧ— He stares at her blankly, taking a few moments to process her words. A single brow twitched up as he tilted his head curiously. "Scared of heights?" He wasn't in a state to take the excuse, he felt more inclined to reveal the truth to his terror.

"I do not fear much, and heights is certainly on that long list," Rinnill began, now tucking the bottle away back into his belt pouch. "Levitation is a common spell for those of noble birth in Menzoberranzan. A gift from the Spider Queen..." Though he slurred his words, there was no mistaking the venom and disgust in his tone speaking the chaotic goddess' title. "I never wished to experience her gifts; she is no Goddess of mine."

He looked over Bree's body language, and though his mind was slower moving under the influence of intoxication, he could tell she was now treading on eggshells around him. "I will be okay, dear Bree. How are you? I apologize once more. I'm sure gave you quite a fright." Instinctively, he reached a hand out to her, resting his palm on her knee. "It will not happen again. I should have better communicated my...drawbacks with certain spells."

darlingbardling

𝄞𝄢 LOLTH. THE SPIDER QUEEN. Bree was familiar with the name, but only through small passages read in books here and there. If the bard were honest, she didn't know much about Drow culture and even less about their religion. Nevertheless, she could see the distress in Rinnill's features are the mere mention of the deity, could hear the hatred dripping from his tongue like a spider's venom.

"I see," she said after a moment, her hands folding in her lap. "I'm so sorry, Rinnill. I was not aware of what the spell meant to your people or to you."

Thoughtlessly, she reached for her tail and began to fiddle with its barb. "You have nothing to apologize for. I should have asked for consent before doing anything. I am far more concerned how you're faring right now."

Despite herself, Bree's eyes drifted back down at the bottle. "... is that to calm your nerves?"

#stories-of-iclin #𝄞𝄢 sing little bard ⭑.ᐟ : ic

vicarfriedrich

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