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☀ ☾ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋʏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ☀ ☾

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𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

And basil

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[Okay, okay this one is kinda silly but based on what we talked about today. But I think one of Nabooru's fave memories of Basil would be seeing her absolutely probably light up when Nabooru calls her pretty. It would be something Nabooru would say off the cuff to her, not thinking how much it could mean to her or anyone else. She's grown up around people that I imagine just say that to each other all the time, so it's just something she does. She still MEANS it, of course, but seeing her light up the way she does would surprise her. And she'd think it's cute. But I think it's also something that, the more she learns about Basil, the more that moment will mean to her in general so it's a memory that keeps on giving I guess lmao.]

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𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

Nabs and Astarion 🤔

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[I know I told you in DMs that I wasn't going to go for the Cazador stuff but I changed my mind because I had a think.

I could see them having a quiet moment together after he kills Cazador. Not the graveyard scene since that's you know the romance scene and they wouldn't really be romantic, but just...talking about it all. Maybe talking about what happened with Ganondorf, Nabs telling him she is proud of him and he should be proud, but it would more just stick with her because it would probably be one of the first if not THE first time she's seen him be really genuine with her. He's free of Cazador, he doesn't have to worry about him or use her or others for protection, and he can drop all of the facades he put up. She gets to really REALLY see him and that matters a lot to her, so it would be a moment that sticks in her memory.]

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This is what I was looking for. Her nose is too short here, too, but it could be worse but ugh. There aren't many arts of Nabs with a different outfits and this one is a HUGE fave. Very much a formalwear look for her.]

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[Lmao I'm sorry but anyone that says Ganondorf is gay didn't pay attention. Just saw someone twist themselves into a pretzel by saying he's gay because he would be socialized to be gay because Gerudo women are raised to seek out men so he would also be taught to seek out men.

But here's the counterpoint: he was raised among women who are exceptional, and he would be raised to think so. Therefore, he would have a high appreciation for women and their capabilities while likely thinking less of men, especially when he sees how incompetent they are in comparison in a patriarchal society like Hyrule. So, by that logic, he would not want relationships with men, romantic or otherwise.

You could maybe convince me he's bi, but that would be a tough sell imo. 🤷‍♀️]

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The interior of Gut's rooms smelled of mildew, blood, and decay; the distinct lingering scent of mold spores, floating about the dark, damp interior. A single torch flickered against the far wall, haloing a profane altar in strange light. This far from the center of the Camp, however, it was almost quiet. A brief respite of safety. Her gut turned over seeing the condition of her companions, however, now recently freed by Master Halsin, and rubbing at their joints to rid themselves of chaffing from the shackles. Basil echoed Nabooru's assurance to Master Halsin that they would render aid, as they could. Thus, the Druid shifted shape again, and left them. In the wake of Halsin departing, and before Basil could answer Nabooru's question, Astarion voiced what perhaps the group was thinking.

"It's all well and good to 'help,' mutual back scratching, if you will," he said. Blood stained the front of his armor, a sign of the fighting and struggling the party had done in Basil's abstinence. They all looked ragged and tired: a few hours of imprisonment did them no favors. "But what in the hells does all this have to do with us? We've already almost died by goblin, today. Then, we got freed by the bloody druid we were here to save!"

"You want to get paid don't you?" Basil asked, having become accustomed to Astarion's personality. He made a lightly affirmative noise, to which Basil added: "Then, we better go help save the tieflings. It'll be hard to collect your reward if they're dead."

"Well... maybe not that hard," Astarion muttered and then waved his hand broadly. "Very well, if you insist, I'll go along with the pack. But just so you know if we all end tonight with our throats slit, I'm blaming you."

"Now, now, what harm is there in some good deeds, every now and then," Gale proclaimed. He brushed some dust off the front of his robes and inclined an affable smile towards Basil. "I say, if we can lend a hand, we should do all we can! At the very least, earning trust of druid and tiefling alike should be a great bounty on our journey. And bring us one step closer to getting our unwanted guests removed from our skulls. Like my mother said, 'a friend helped in need, is a friend in indeed!' Or something to that effect..."

"Then we should go," Basil insisted. And she turned towards Nabooru to make quick introductions: Gale, Astarion, Wyll, had joined her in the Goblin Camp, but Shadowheart and Lae'zel, waited for them on the perimeter. Back up, had been the rationale. "I think from here we can sneak out of the temple and onto the pass above. From there... we can make short time. If we hurry."

While exploring the temple, after the party had been captured, Basil discovered that there was a secret way out. Through an old tunnel in the rock. They had to cross the rafters again to the other side and she showed them the room where the captured man from Aradin's group had slipped away earlier. They traced his steps, leaping across the chasm and into the tunnel. The passageway went narrow, either shoulder brushing along the stone, until they emerged somewhere on the side of the mountain, from a thin niche in the rock. Basil was second in line and so followed Gale out, to see that the sun scorched the far Western sky in a dimming setting. Night was falling and she could still hear the distant war drums of the camp, and likely, the war party. But the air was clearer, free of smoke, and laden with sweet pollen. The clarity did nothing to unwind the knot in her chest.

She would not, could not allow Minthara to harm the grove.

From there, after meeting-up with Lae'zel and Shadowheart, they began the hike back down the mountain. Basil guessed they could make it in just a couple hours with a good pace, and when she channeled her god to heal their injuries, and restore their energy, they were able to match it. But Basil drifted back from the front of the pack, to match stride with Nabooru. In the darkness, the trail was uneven and rocky, with sturdy roots fully intent on tripping the uncareful traveler. Basil lit a mote of light in her hand, allowing it to illuminate their path.

"I'm sure you have questions," she hazarded a guess. "About what's going on and... the tadpole in you? I'm not as much an expert as Master Halsin is, but I can do my best to answer them. If you'd like?"

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As each of the men were introduced, she quickly memorized faces and attached names to them, mental notes about first impressions and personalities tucked away. The pale one with pointed ears (not Hylian here, she reminded herself), the one Basil called Astarion, was motivated by money, or at least thought any good deed must always come with payment attached. Gale, dressed in violet robes, struck her as a bit more affable to their mission. The last in the padded armor and armed with a rapier, Wyll, exuded confidence, and seemed to share the same moral standing as Basil and their robed companion. She then introduced herself. Quickly, with just her name; her titles would likely mean little to them, anyway.

Basil took the lead, and they ascended back up into the rafters, crossing the rickety wood in single file with Nabooru taking up the rear behind Wyll. They successfully crossed the room and descended the ladder, entering a room adorned with a rack and a barrel of weapons off the the side. Wasting no time, they swept to the back of the room, hopping a small gap and, one at a time, passed through a gap in the wall. Her height did her no favors, but the Gerudo squeezed through smaller spaces and managed to pop out on the other side with little more than a few scrapes on her shoulders.

After what she imagined was days locked in that cell, the dying sunlight burned her eyes as she emerged, gold hues blinking to adjust to the crimson flare. The pain did not bother her, however, and she welcomed it. Alongside finally breathing fresh air and the scent of mountain and forest air over the stench of mildew, Worgs, goblins, and blood, feeling the mild breeze on her skin, she wouldn't trade any amount of pain with this to be tossed back in that cell.

Though she kept to a quick clip, in the spirit of this, she found herself remaining at the back of their pack, taking in her surroundings in near awe. She also took mental note of their path, of landmarks and the war drums both behind them and deeper in the forest, mapping the region out in her mind. Still, it did not stop her from admiring the surrounds, half enjoying the verdant forest so unlike her desert home even at the speed they traveled.

It took her mind off of the parasite in her skull doing who knew what to her brain, that she had no idea where in the world she was. Off the grime and dirt clinging to her clothes, skin, and hair and the rat's nest she imagined the latter was.

Slowing footsteps drew her attention to Basil as she fell in step with her. " You're still calling him Master Halsin? " The slightest of smirks curled her lips and the mischievous gleam in her sun-gold eyes covered the lurch of panic that swept through her at the sudden appearance of light in her hand.

A chuckle, and she shook her head; if Halsin asking her not to use honorifics didn't stop Basil, tales of her own experience and discomfort with them would change little. And, teasing aside, it was not where she actually wanted to focus the conversation.

" Honestly, I don't know where to begin. I don't even know what this tadpole is, nor do I know what the monster was that put it there or why it was put there, " she started, stepping over a tree's root in their path. " I don't know where I am, either, but I know it isn't Hyrule and that I need to find a way home as soon as I can. "

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The Anarch

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[tiddy tuesday was mentioned so i'll throw this back on dash :P]

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[me thinking about the sages (or some of them) showing up in faerun after nabs gets abducted like "wtf is going on? why are you here? you need to go back because this distance can't be good for the barrier/if shit happens at the temple, you're not there to stop it" but also probably genuine concern.

but also the sages interacting with the rest of the camp is fun af to me.]

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[this is for the side tiddy, not raphy]

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𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

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[also *gets real close to the mic*:

ace/aro people are valid and part of the lgbtq+ community and have a right to celebrate pride and feel included in pride and year round. if you are ace/arophobic, kindly find the unfollow button.

but also happy pride to everyone! you're all valid and seen and deserve happiness!]

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[it's not sinday but i guess nabooru's mind is still there because she popped into my head with wanting her ass massaged. maybe she had a particularly ass-heavy workout today idk.]

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[ @baldursgte got me thinking of Nabs being that bitch to have a contingency for a lot of situations thanks to years of battle strategy study and training and somehow getting a sussur bloom but keeping it contained to be able to use when she needs it.]

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[doin a little book learnin]

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❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

Local vampire is Confused

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Nabooru snorted, swinging her legs idly from atop the branch she perched on. Planting her hands beside her hips, she leaned forward to peer down at the vampire. " Maybe because I haven't given you a reason to distrust me? "

Bending her legs around the branch, she let her weight fall back to swing down, hanging upside down from it. " We have the same goal, ultimately, and you're talented. You haven't threatened me or any of the others, so I have no reason to hurt you, either. " She shrugged a shoulder and let her right arm dangle so her fingertips caressed the ground beneath her. " I want to see us all make it to the other side of this, and that includes you. "

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[stretches for sinday with the n00dz under the cut. ft. halsin getting a show apparently lmao]