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@fatedmuses continued from here:

"I-" Gale paused, at a loss for words for once in his life. Vin wasn't upset with him? Vin didn't hate him, for lying about the orb? For omitting information that had but them in danger? It was hard to wrap his mind around. "Vin, with this orb in my chest, I am a danger to myself and others. You understand that, yes?" He would understand if Vin never wanted to see him again. Even if it would break him, he would understand.

"Yes, I I understand." Vin nodded slowly, their voice barely above a murmur. They'd felt the massive amount of barely-contained magic thrumming beneath their hand, and truly, it was a wonder their escapades (or even being taken by the mind flayers to begin with) hadn't set it off already. There was a chance nowhere on the sword coast would be far enough to make such an explosion safe.

"But how could being upset at you over it possibly help you? How could being upset make the orb safer?" Vin reached for his hand, gently enough that he could break away easily if he wanted. "We're in this together... I promised I'd help, and I'm going to keep that promise."

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💞 + for tav, his relationship to other drow!

"I... don't really know other drow, except my mother. I'm not sure what they'd think of me, based on rumors I've heard."

[uniiicornsources-old]

send 💞 + a question about my muse's relationships for my muse to answer

this could be about relationships in general (romantic, platonic, familial) or about a specific relationship in particular.

[memekais]

ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT!) TELL THE MUN HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THEIR ORIGINAL CHARACTER! what stands out? what would you like to know more about? ask away!

[fatedmuses]

Gale couldn't help the way his gaze softened, looking at Vin. Was he truly worth so much to them? That they would sacrifice the entirety of the Storm Coast, just to keep him alive? And he couldn't even do anything for them in return. Although now that the orb was settled, perhaps...

There surely had to be something Gale could do, to prove he was worth this effort. That he was worthy of the affections Vin had bestowed upon him. He'd have to think on it, a bit.

"Vin," Gale said gently, holding their gaze. "I will do what I can. Perhaps we can find another way. But if all else fails..." He let the words hang between them, before shaking his head. "But enough doom and gloom. Shall we start on dinner? I think we actually have enough supplies to make a proper meal right now."

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"We will... I know it." Did they actually know it? No. But they had to believe they would. After all, they'd already survived... highly improbable, if not impossible, things. (They should have all become mindflayers by then, but that was hardly worth bringing up... every other person they'd encountered said the same thing.) A soft sigh escaped. He wouldn't agree not to follow Mystra's command, but at least he didn't seem dead set on it either.

Dinner... that was a good idea.

The change of subject was welcome, and Vin turned toward the group's shared stockpile, a hand absently rubbing at their cheek as they tried to think of some meal to put together. Berries and dried sausage... but that wasn't a full meal. Add some dandelions? That was almost a salad, right?

"You know, it'll be nice to have a real meal for a change. I don't think I could do another night of 'drinks we found in a ruin' with some old bread," they said with a soft laugh.

[oblitusmortuus]

What happened? What had happened-? Vexen's entirely void eyes of pure white stares toward newfound company, just as much a question as the one poised to him. He doesn't respond for what feels like a moment stretched, but he does eye new company closely; silly details retained. Eye colour. Hair colour. Height.

"I do not... remember." Vexen didn't know how he got there, didn't remember why he might have been there - out in the middle of nowhere, with barely another soul around. He looks down at his own hands, notes how foreign they feel - as if there is some kind of disconnect betwixt himself and his body.

"I am... just here." Stood, somehow; no memory, no sense of self. "Lost-?"

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There was something... odd and uncanny about the young man's (was he a young man?) appearance, something that made Tav think there may be trouble and yet... he clearly needed help. He moved closer, tucking the water skin back into his belt to make it a little easier to offer support to this stranger.

"Here," he offered, holding out his arm to the young man. Was it a mistake? Maybe, but the stranger could get into some real trouble without help. "I've got you. Lean on me... I've got a camp nearby." Not remembering anything... seeming so... lost in his own body seemed bad.

"What's the last thing you do remember?" Tav asked gently.

[dxrksongxknights]

The paladin smiled as the little elf lead him to a bench. It was far from comfortable, but for them... for them, he would pretend it was a prince's throne. He reached over, ruffling their hair before settling back. He rubbed his chest— gods and ancestors, it ached— though he shook his head. "Leave the man be," he said, voice a fraction of its usual strength. "He will have more to deal with before the day is out, I believe. I simply need rest and good conversation."

His momentary smile fell, though. His wife still hadn't stirred, not since they'd arrived. Though he'd been the one with a blade through his gut, it was her who suffered for the curse. She was closest to the Oak-Father's creations. She'd been born into it. And now, it seemed, she would rot alongside it. He drew a sharp breath, a hand moving to Vin's back. He gave them a pat and attempted a smile. It fell flat. "You are right, dear child," he said, voice soft. "She will be well again, I am sure of it. After all, we have got biscuits to make. And I am certain once I have recovered just a little while longer, I will be able to make myself useful."

Myndilon turned to the fire in the hearth, watching the flames dance and twist. "Little one," he began slowly, folding his arms on his knees, "please... what— what is your name, again?"

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"But you feel bad," the little elf argued back, if weakly. "What if all the dark gross stuff has you, too, like the other people who fought? The priest has to clean that stuff out or it will make you sicker!" They paused, little ears shifting as they rocked back and forth. "An' I'm not good at conversation."

They could tell something was wrong. The old paladin was lying. Alright, maybe he wasn't lying but he wasn't telling everything he knew... or everything he feared. He got the same look on his face, the same tone in his voice that adults had when they weren't telling the truth. Pointing that out wouldn't help anything... if he was like their teacher, it would only earn a scolding and 'meditative time' in their room. So they sat, let him pat their back and pretend everything was fine.

Their name? The child frowned, a worried look in their eye when he asked. That was bad. Really bad. He was a sun elf at six centuries... the high priest was far older and remembered things better. They stood up, concern etched into their features, and patted his hand gently.

"I'm gonna go get the head priest."

[rpm3mes]

Send "Headcanon +" and a word and I'll make a headcanon out of that word!

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what are they looking at wrong answers only

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sometimes i think about the fact that halsin could have met baby vin...

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update: i promise I haven't forgotten about this blog and i w i l l be getting to replies i owe over here!

I've removed my LotR verses and muses... maybe they'll come back with BG3/DnD verses but I wanted to remove them so I feel less guilt.

[fatedmuses]

Gale knew they meant well. Of course they did, he didn't think Vin had a mean bone in their body. They were full of compassion and hope, both admirable traits.

But there was nothing that could be done to solve this, short of talking to Mystra. And Gale refused to drag anyone down with him, should that conversation inevitably turn south.

"I appreciate the sentiment," he said carefully. "But think carefully about this. When we find this heart of the absolute, it might be in our best interests to sacrifice one of our number, to save the rest."

And perhaps it would be better this way, to go out a hero. To take out the thing threatening the very soul of the sword coast.

"We should explore all our options, before tossing them aside."

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Vin didn't need to think about it. They didn't need to know what the Heart of the Absolute was. It wasn't an option they would ever entertain. To think of leaving him alone to die with this... Absolute, or for all of them to perish together...

"No," Vin said quickly, arms folding over their chest. "There is nothing to think about, Gale. I don't care what Elminster or Mystra say. I'm not going to let you sacrifice yourself like this. She's not offering redemption, she's smiting you with extra steps." (Then again, maybe Mystra thought they were the same thing.)

"Please," The elf gave him a pleading look, brows pulled together in concern. There weren't many Vin could count on, their little band of misfits all they truly had... aside from their little girl... and a selfish part of them wanted to hold on to each one as tightly as they could. "We'll find another way to stop it. And we'll find a way to deal with the orb. Even if we've got to go to the ends of Faerûn."

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"The Gods are only compassionate when it suits them," Gale replied, not unkindly. God of Compassion or not, Gale doubted Illmater would touch what was in his chest. Most likely couldn't, given the origin. A ball of netherese magic was something that could only be touched by the Goddess of Magic. And perhaps not even her.

Gale stared wide eyed at Vin, brain working to catch up with what they had said. "You would... do that? For me?" The gesture warms him to his core, only for said warmth to be doused by a bucket of ice water as Vin continued to speak. Did they truly think they would get away with turning Mystra into a feline? Even if it was an accident?

"Perhaps she can't take away your magic, but she can very well decimate you where you stand, if you turn her into a cat. She wouldn't take kindly to that I assure you." Gale shook his head. "If anyone has to appeal to her, it will have to be me. If she ever deigns to speak to me again."

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"I... suppose that is true," Vin admitted, letting out a soft sigh. "Still, one would like to think a god might practice what they... embody." They couldn't say preach about a god, could they? "Though I suppose that would also mean Ilmater could do anything about the orb. Not the right domain and all."

At his utter disbelief Vin might do all they could to help, the elf simply nodded.

"Of course I would," they replied softly. "I like you better alive, if it's all the same to you. And praying to Mystra seems a small thing, compared to the orb." (If it's all the same to her, was what they left unsaid.)

But... when they mentioned (only half-joking) about their tendency toward magical accidents, well... Vin supposed they couldn't fault Gale for feeling far less touched at that. Their expression turned sheepish, and they gave half a shrug as he spoke.

"I promise it wouldn't be on purpose," they quickly tried to reason. "And I don't think it would do anything to her even if my magic did go awry. I just... want to help you. You don't deserve the end she wants for you."

[fatedmuses]

Jester blinked, glancing between her drawing and the elf in front of her for a moment.

"But you are pretty," she said, frown tugging at her lips. Truthfully, in her eyes, everyone was beautiful in their own way. But Vin was, in fact, quite pretty, even by elf standards. "Unless you don't want to be pretty. Would you prefer to be handsome instead?"

Perhaps that was the issue! A slight change of angle could make all the difference in a drawing, perhaps if they agreed she would change it. Just slightly, just enough for the perspective to look different.

She preferred to draw things as they were, but she also wanted her companions to be pleased with said drawings. Even if they were mostly just for her and the Traveler.

"I can draw you again if you want to be more handsome. Oh, we could add sparkles too, to really showcase your eyes!"

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If Vin's blush could get any redder, it would. Instead, they cleared their throat very softly, a shy smile still playing at their lips as they studied the drawing. It looked... remarkably like them, but better. The elf ducked their head a little.

"No, I-- Pretty's alright. I'm just not used to being called that. I'm not used to thinking about myself that way. I think the picture you drew of me is very well done... but far too flattering to me."

At her excitement over possibly redrawing the portrait, Vin couldn't help but laugh just a little.

"I always liked my hair better than my eyes. But you don't need to readraw it, really," they insisted. "It's kind enough that you did it the first time." They looked over the drawing. It really was beautiful. "How did you get this good at drawing?"

[oblitusmortuus]

@luna-mxth || LIKED for a STARTER

He's quiet, lost - the world around his person unrecognised and unusual. How long had he lay in the depths of a crypt not his own after being tossed there by a vicious order? How long had he wandered since he had been dragged from the peace of death and released, without memory or sense of self, back into the wider world?

Familiarity lay nowhere, not even in the reflection of himself of which he espied within the surface of a puddle; those white, seemingly endless eyes staring straight back at him. Void. Lifeless. Blank.

When company is witnessed nearby, those colourless glows for eyes follows movement as best as he could. The daylight bleached out every detail, leaving him only vague silhouettes. His vision, he feels, is not normal - not how everyone else sees the world but he has little choice, and little knowledge, in the matter at hand.

Legs strain, pull him slowly to stand from the rock he had made himself comfortable upon for a while to rest his aching feet - and instead, he made his way toward the figure.

"Do you.... know...." It hurt to speak, felt disjointed and distant; difficult to articulate words but he struggled quietly through the sentence he knew he needed to force through; "...what this... place is called-?"

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Tavrayn had thought it wise to go collect firewood, along with any other supplies he could along the trail. Once he had a sizeable amount strapped to his back, he stopped by a seemingly abandoned graveyard; that was the best place to find plants for potions... and perhaps mushrooms for suppers.

The half-drow's ears shifted as he heard something in the distance, though. He looked up from a particularly plump whitecap to see something– someone?– approach. Oh, gods... not another ghoul. He couldn't take another surprise ghoul. He stood, a dagger in hand.

But the alleged ghoul moved... surprisingly smoothly, its gait entirely unlike the typical undead. The dagger slid back into its sheath, and he approached cautiously to what looked like... a deathly pale young elf?

"Hello? Do- do you need help?" he asked. Then the elf spoke. Tav swallowed, quickly approaching and fumbling to pull his water skin off his belt.

"Here," he offered, holding it out to him. At the elf's question, Tav shook his head. "No... I don't know. I'm traveling through and needed some alchemy supplies." He paused. "Really, are you alright? What happened?"

[stella-sanguis]

@fxrest-bcrn sent: ❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜ — from vin ;v;

" YOU know...it really does. " It was a rare moment of peace for the pair, perched high above the cliffs surrounding Baldur's Gate. Absentmindedly, Astarion found his fingers reaching to interlock with Vin's. " ...I haven't seen this city in the sun in over 200 years, " he mused quietly. " I'd forgotten how colorful everything could be. "

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"Seems like somewhere we could stay for a while," Vin replied softly, their head leaning on his shoulder as their fingers intertwined. The afternoon had been slow, the others of their group off doing their own activities about the city, which left the two of them plenty of time for themselves. When he spoke, Vin looked up at him, not removing their head from his shoulder. They couldn't imagine a life so drab... so lifeless. They hoped he would never have to go back to a life like that again.

"I don't think I've seen this much of the city at once," they murmured. After a moment surveying the rooftops, they pointed toward the outskirts with a soft smile. "There's our house, right out there. Seeing it from here... it looks like it needs some decoration. A garden."