hiraeth.

and then there was 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰.

[mindsbedlam]

a baldur's gate 3 multi-muse blog delving into the truth that although the sun is warm, giving, protective, and charming, he also burns so hotly that it hurts, and he will one day be the end of us. while the moon, divine and feminine, is known for being cold and distant, she is also known for all her harsh illusions and mania, but she is actually gentle and nurturing.

navigation: carrd. inbox prompts.

inbox count: 3

draft count: 4

travelling with: palespawn. diaboeli. faesomnia. blog roll: barrenstars, a multi-fandom multi-muse.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH *  assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary

the scene is indescribable. countless buildings have been leveled, and part of the road has collapsed.

man, when it rains, it pours.

you just don't know when to quit, do you?

get away from her!

just shut the hell up and search!

this is so messed up. all of it. but i'm back now, [name]. i'm back.

it all started five years ago.

i couldn't believe my luck.

wish i could help, but never been motion sick. sorry.

i didn't join to be an errand boy. i joined up so i could be a hero.

you take one. i'll take the other.

home sweet home, right? tell me. how does it feel? i have no home, so i wouldn't know.

i wanted to greet you myself, to welcome you to our humble little town.

look at all this mud. it's never gonna come off.

any friends here you wanna see? maybe a girlfriend?

the taste reminds you of home.

could you keep up?

welcome home! come in! let me get a good look at you!

i can take care of myself.

i'd feel a lot better if i knew you'd found a good girl, one who'd make sure you didn't get into trouble.

you went into my room? you went through my stuff?

you could learn a lot from me.

big day tomorrow. we'll be leaving bright and early. you should get some rest.

it's just one photo. c'mon, where's the harm in that?

i'm not even close to burned out. not with all the training i've had.

we still have a long way to go.

try not to breathe it in if you can.

you said you wanted to be a hero.

i owe you one.

help me to understand this shit. tell me something that'll really make my blood boil.

why do i suddenly have a bad feeling about this?

ever since i was a child, i knew... i knew that i was different. that i was special. but not like this. not like this.

run away. you have to leave. you have to live.

you sick son of a bitch!

you promised you'd save me.

that's the last thing i remember. the rest is a blank.

not to sound like a broken record, but... it's really bothering me.

that bed's mine.

sorry. did i wake you?

there's just something i need to ask you. so can we talk?

can't believe i'm having this conversation with you... but here we are.

i thought we could just pick up where we left off, like nothing had changed, but i guess i was wrong.

less security than i thought.

guess things have changed.

you always did prefer to march to the beat of your own drum.

what we're doing's for the greater good.

any good restaurants? sights to see?

we hide in plain sight. get in, get close, get answers.

i'm so pumped for this!

i'd say we look the part.

i'm having second thoughts.

it's not like i had a choice! nothing else fit!

if you wanna drink with us, you're gonna have to lose the helmet.

are we fighting or what?

don't go dying on me. i demand another dance.

just play along.

i was kinda hoping we could talk business.

well, you won't go far with that attitude.

just shut up and play.

i'm too young to die!

you're way better at the whole "putting yourself in harm's way" thing.

i'm not sure that's something to celebrate.

excuse me? what's that supposed to mean?

the room is unlocked.

it's not me you should be worried about?

i never hated you, you know.

i'll wait out here. but make it quick.

knowing that the people we love aren't really gone? it doesn't make it any easier to let them go.

we've all experienced pain. we all have our regrets.

true strength comes from our ability to forgive, to forge ahead in the hope of making things right.

are you finished?

oh, what fun you had. tell me, though. was it worth it?

is what you're feeling even real?

your friend died in your arms and you didn't shed a tear.

i'll kill you.

fill your hollow heart with rage. let it engulf you. consume you.

your day of reckoning is here.

all i want is one thing: to keep the others safe.

your tears are empty.

you're just a puppet.

screw you!

let's finish this.

how could you turn your back on everything we stand for?

you have to promise not to look up.

take care.

i'll leave the rest to you. good luck.

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.

› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.

❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜

❛ we all want to be special.”

❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜

❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜

❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜

❛ you want to throw me down. ❜

❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜

❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜

❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜

❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜

❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜

❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜

❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜

❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜

❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜

❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜

❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜

❛ i would do anything for you. ❜

❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜

❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜

❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜

❛ how undignified. ❜

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

❛ i want someone to see me. ❜

❛ i want it to be you. ❜

❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜

❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜

❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜

❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜

❛ does it end? ❜

❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜

❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜

❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜

❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜

❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜

❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜

❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜

❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜

❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜

❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜

❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜

❛ now have some soup. ❜

❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜

❛ would that things were different. ❜

❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜

[leneemusing]

prompts for specific scenarios that make me chef’s kiss 

can be used as starter or plotting prompts! 

1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex.

2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling. 

3) our muses have unspoken feelings but one of them is upset so the other holds them.

4) our muses have a very strong bond, but haven’t admitted to romantic feelings and one of them just comes and cuddles up to the other for comfort. 

5) sender is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is receiver,  who approaches them to try and help. 

6) receiver is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is sender,  who approaches them to try and help. 

7) our muses shower together after something traumatic for comfort and emotional intimacy, bonus points if they aren’t even together romantically yet. 

8) receiver’s muse kills someone to protect sender’s muse.  sender approaches to gently calm them down.

9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down.

10) one muse has been brainwashed and the other one refuses to hurt them,  trying to bring them back with a gentle touch. 

11) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: sender’s muse is upset and receiver’s sits next to them,  leading to sender leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

12) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: receiver’s muse is upset and sender’s sits next to them,  leading to receiver leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

13) one muse is sporting injuries,  the other takes a hold of their face and demands to know who did it so they can take revenge. 

14) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them asks the other to stay the night so they won’t be alone. 

15) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them insists on staying the night so they won’t be alone. bonus points if its to protect them. 

16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them. 

17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god. 

18) one muse has just killed for the first time and the other more experienced muse is there to help them in the aftermath. 

19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone. 

20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

21) sender’s muse is touch starved and receiver gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

22) receiver’s muse is the first person sender’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

23) sender’s muse is first person receiver’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

24) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep looking for comfort.

25) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep because they need help and are in danger. 

26) one muse thinks the other is going to hurt them but instead they protect them. 

27) dangerous or antagonistic muse gently caresses the other’s face who is surprised by their affection. 

28) one muse is in danger and the other, who is usually antagonistic, shows up to help them. 

29) dangerous or antagonistic muse is gently caressed by the other,  surprising them with affection they aren’t accustomed to. 

30) one muse sees the other’s scars for the first time. 

[apotheocis-a-deactivated2026050]

that's not how i work. that sounded foreign in elizabeth's ears, because everyone always wanted something around these parts. she didn't blame them; either you were smart or smarted out. a grunt came through teeth as the shopkeeper's hands rested on wound. it seemed like she knew what to do, so at least, things couldn't get worse. she'd been careless wandering around the city late at night with a big cargo that spies knew about. an ambush was all it took for most of it to be stolen and steel to be plunked into her flesh. beyond just getting wounded, she also now that to retrieve everything back, and escape on the port as soon as possible.

‟ thank you, then. ” she would be fair enough to leave behind some coins to her. of course, when the other wasn't looked. her eyes went back of her head in pain as the woman started to clean the dry and slick blood of her abdomen. gnarly thing.

but to say her name... no, her name was too known in baldur's gate for it. and it could place this cleric in danger had anyone seen the movements outside when elizabeth crawled into the shop. brown eyes looked away, hoping her face was not recognised by her, too. ‟ anamaria. ” the name of one of her crewmembers. easy to remember. ‟ i'd ask for your name too, but first i advise you to lock your door and close any curtain. someone could have followed me here. ” a quick glance to the windows, to the night outside. the streets were quiet and that only made her more anxious. if those bastards came in, she wouldn't be in shape to fight with sword and bite.

[mindsbedlam]

her mind had reeled from the whole situation, and she'd lacked common sense. when the supposed ' anamaria ' mentioned locking the door, darcelle pauses and blinks once again, her head slowly tilting towards the door and then back down at the stranger. was she really in this much danger? a flicker of uncertainty flashes through dark crimson eyes, but it's gone a second after it comes. no, she was a cleric and she helped people. that was the end of the story. so, darcelle draws back for a moment and nods, turning to rush over to the store's door and lock it. she even flips the store sign to closed and tugs the curtains closed, but even that didn't shield them entirely.

only when darcelle had successfully managed to get the injured woman into her treatment room, tucked in the back of the shop and away from prying eyes, did she feel the tension leave her shoulders. ❝ i think we should be alright, ❞ the half-elf says, trying to convince even herself. ❝ my husband left with our children about ten minutes ago, but my friend who owns the seamstress across the street lives above her shop, and her husband elion is a rather large and intimidating elf... ❞ and darcelle doesn't doubt for one second the frosty-eyed elf wouldn't come running at the chance to fight.

after helping the woman up onto her treatment bed, she begins to properly analyse her injury and finds reason to be concerned for infection. of course, she doesn't say as much as she begins to clean around the wound. it takes her a moment longer than usual to decide on which kind of healing spell to use, but when she opts for the stronger spell, darcelle moves to roll up her sleeves. outstretching both hands, she hovers over the heavily bleeding wound and mutters the wording to cast ' heal ', a spell that successfully closes up the split-open skin, and also removes any potential infection or disease. in doing so, the odd, dark red marking seeping out from darcie's eye glows and causes her to wince, but she plays it off by heaving a soft sigh. ❝ all better. the skin around the area may feel weird for a few days. that is completely normal, don't worry. ❞

[faesomnia]

continued ❀ @mindsbedlam

In-fighting  between  them  all  only  added  unneeded  stress  on  top  of  an  already  bad  situation  is  only  going  to  lead  to  trouble.  What  began  as  a  heated  debate  escalated  to  ignorant  comments,  and  ultimately  ended  with  her  companion  snapping  at  another.  She  had  eavesdropped  on  the  entire  thing,  knowing  every  single  word.  Trying  to  remain  a  neutral  party,  Zephira  believes  it  should  not  have  ended  that  way.  However,  being  another  given  magic,  insensitive  words  also  struck  a  chord  within  her.  Waiting  until  Roselle  reached  a  spot  far  from  the  wizard,  she  approaches  with  intent  to  comfort  ᅳ  to  listen.

❝ With  those  brown  eyes,  I  say  he  looks  like  a  kicked  puppy. ❞  She  chuckles  lightly.  Glancing  towards  Gale,  she  does  have  a  look  of  sympathy,  but  he's  not  her  focus  right  now.  Dual  colored  eyes  back  on  Roselle,  she  answers  with  an  observant  opinion.  ❝ He  is  nice,  yes,  but  for  an  intellectual  he  sure  chooses  his  words  poorly. ❞

❝ But  with  that  said,  you  know  what  I  think? ❞  Much  like  a  gossiping  teen,  she  leans  in  to  whisper.  ❝ It  might  be  jealousy.  You  have  something  he  doesn't:  natural  power. ❞   Both  praise  for  one  and  critique  for  another,  with  experience  playing  heavily  into  her  viewpoint.  ❝ Learning  through  the  godly  approved  texts  and  methods  only  gives  you  so  much. ❞

[mindsbedlam]

zephira's damage control seemed to be working, because the more the pretty tiefling seemed to agree with roselle the more relaxed the moonkissed woman became. the tension in her shoulders dissolved until she found herself rolling them back and readjusting her posture, her brows relaxed, smoothing out the crease lines. all the while zephira was not even belitting gale to make her feel better. this woman was good at playing the meditator, roselle had noticed, and it was a wonderful thing considering she, herself, liked to cause some problems when she was bored.

when zephira offers her opinion, rose cannot help but quirk a brow, curious. the tiefling scoots closer, and rose tilts her head so that zephira could whisper whatever she wants into her ear. a few brief moments of anticipation later, and a wide smirk coils onto her lips. praise. something the young moon sorceress thrives on! how did zephira know? and she doesn't stop there, she continues, and before long, rose's grip on the other tightens the tinniest bit, almost as if shivers had run up her spine and she was clutching onto the other out of instinct. oh, what words of praise does to a woman.

❝ oh? you think? ❞ to think, roselle could be more talented than the great gale of waterdeep? she wasn't one to openly admit such things; she knew her own strength, but to hear someone else say that gale was jealous of her definitely filled the woman with pride. turning to face the tiefling, rose's smirk doesn't falter once. she leans in, dual eyes meeting dual eyes. bright eyes against rose's dark. ❝ keep going, ❞ she urges, a sly and almost sleazy glint flickering behind her dual coloured hues. ❝ i like hearing how good i am, especially from a mouth as pretty as yours. ❞

[mindsbedlam]

how would we feel if i moved my bg3 muses to my main blog would we still interact or would we hate me be honest

[mindsbedlam]

i will work towards this, but wont do it right now! maybe like next week or something like that, just so i have the time to edit my carrds and whatnot

[mindsbedlam]

how would we feel if i moved my bg3 muses to my main blog would we still interact or would we hate me be honest

[mindsbedlam]

SENDER sits beside RECEIVER without needing to be asked. (zephira & rose)

her face must have said plenty ─ it usually did. but the sound of someone drawing on and on always irritated her beyond belief, nevermind it being a man. a man, who in this case, happened to be a wizard. gale of waterdeep. an incredibly talented wizard, but a horrible yapper. and there was nothing worse to a woman than a man who thought he knew everything. nothing worse to a sorcerer than a wizard who liked to brag.

when she felt as though she'd reached a breaking point, she had snapped at the poor man, informing him to remain at least fifteen feet away from her until the morning sun began to grace them with its presence, as not even the energy from the moon could calm her annoyance. roselle knew poor gale meant nothing by it. but... men.

she spots the pinky-toned woman wandering over and gives the tiefling a well-knowing roll of her eyes, directed not at her, but the situation she knows @faesomnia has witnessed and has come to do damage control over. once she sits by her side roselle reaches across and takes her hand, lacing their fingers together and bringing her hand onto rose's lap, resting her free hand over their intertwined hands as she leans across to speak.

❝ i was on the verge of exploding, zephira, ❞ the sorcerer announces with an exhale of breath, peering across the camp to see all their campmates awkwardly and amusedly peering their way. meanwhile poor gale looked to be sulking by his tent. ❝ he's a nice enough man, but fuck me, how he sounds so entitled when he drills on like that... wizards seem to have an innate issue with sorcerers. ❞ tilting her head, dual hues flicker over back to the tiefling, and roselle finally casts the woman a warm, amused smile, while tracing her fingertips across zephira's knuckles. ❝ did he look scared when i snapped? ❞

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM ACTS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

PLATONIC / STRANGERS

SENDER drapes their jacket over RECEIVER'S shoulders.

SENDER signals RECEIVER with a subtle gesture.

SENDER slows their pace so RECEIVER can keep up.

SENDER whispers from just behind RECEIVER'S shoulder.

SENDER offers RECEIVER the last piece of food without comment.

SENDER sits beside RECEIVER without needing to be asked.

SENDER asks if RECEIVER made it home safe.

SENDER shares an umbrella with RECEIVER, leaning into the rain.

SENDER listens to RECEIVER without interrupting.

SENDER steals a glance when RECEIVER isn't looking.

SENDER smiles at RECEIVER without explanation.

SENDER carries RECEIVER'S bag when it gets too heavy.

SENDER passes RECEIVER a note that says ________.

SENDER nudges RECEIVER with their shoulder playfully.

SENDER reminds RECEIVER to eat.

SENDER guides RECEIVER through a crowd by the hand.

SENDER holds the door open for RECEIVER without rushing.

SENDER offers quiet RECEIVER company instead of advice.

SENDER stays with RECEIVER even when they could leave.

SENDER brushes lint from RECEIVER'S sleeve.

SENDER leans their head against RECEIVER'S shoulder.

SENDER slips something into RECEIVER'S pocket.

SENDER hides behind RECEIVER when trouble passes by.

AFFECTIONATE / ROMANTIC

SENDER tucks loose hair behind RECEIVER'S ear.

SENDER squeezes RECEIVER'S hand gently.

SENDER rests their chin on RECEIVER'S head.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER deeply.

SENDER traces idle shapes on RECEIVER'S arm.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER into a lingering hug.

SENDER presses their forehead to RECEIVER'S.

SENDER bites RECEIVER'S lower lip gently.

SENDER rubs slow circles into RECEIVER'S back.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER closer by the hips.

SENDER presses their body against RECEIVER'S.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER'S temple softly.

SENDER cradles RECEIVER'S face in both hands.

SENDER smooths a hand down RECEIVER'S hair.

SENDER interlaces their fingers with RECEIVER'S.

SENDER trails kisses down RECEIVER'S neck.

SENDER leans in just close enough to feel RECEIVER'S breath.

SENDER kisses RECEIVER slowly, unhurried.

SENDER guides RECEIVER'S hands where they want them.

SENDER murmurs praise against RECEIVER'S skin.

SENDER guides RECEIVER closer by the waist.

SENDER whispers something meant only for RECEIVER.

SENDER presses RECEIVER gently against a wall.

SENDER traces RECEIVER'S jawline with their thumb.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER into their lap.

SENDER brushes their lips against RECEIVER'S knuckles.

SENDER tilts RECEIVER'S chin up.

SENDER pulls RECEIVER back when they try to leave.

AGGRESSIVE / VIOLENT

SENDER blocks RECEIVER'S path.

SENDER crushes RECEIVER'S fingers underfoot.

SENDER shoves RECEIVER back a step.

SENDER crowds into RECEIVER'S space.

SENDER grips RECEIVER'S collar.

SENDER shoves RECEIVER against a surface.

SENDER bashes RECEIVER'S head against a wall.

SENDER steps closer when RECEIVER backs away.

SENDER shoves past RECEIVER hard.

SENDER yanks something from RECEIVER'S hands.

SENDER slams a fist beside RECEIVER'S head.

SENDER strikes RECEIVER to instigate a fight.

SENDER chokes RECEIVER until they struggle.

SENDER grabs RECEIVER'S wrist.

SENDER slams RECEIVER into the ground.

SENDER breaks RECEIVER'S nose.

SENDER drags RECEIVER across the floor.

SENDER pins RECEIVER in place.

SENDER forces RECEIVER'S head under water.

[fiendishfinesse]

He doesn’t let her go right away; instead, his thumb sweeps across her chin, inspecting like a self-absorbed art critic. Shows promise, but lacks a certain finish.

Her depiction of what is a devil is indeed adorable, but only partially accurate.

“Well, in that case, I should make certain your first encounter with my kind is memorable.” Raphael releases her chin at last, though he remains within her personal space. A blunt instrument is for a butcher, he thinks, I prefer the quill.

He straightens, fixing his doublet just so until his hand came to rest on his back; like a polished gentleman.

“Roselle. Rose. Little lamb. Which do you prefer, I wonder?” he ponders “Such names for someone who’s spent her years sequestered away. All that time, and for what? To emerge into this. . .freedom, yes, but freedom poisoned by a parasite that will hollow you out from within.”

The devil’s tone holds an odd warmth as his gaze searches hers. The voice is, as usual, remarkably soothing.

“What I propose is simple: You live. Truly live, perhaps for the first time. Savour everything this world denied you while you. And when your story concludes, I collect what remains. A soul you’ve already spent.” He tilts his head like a curious pup. However, as delectable as her soul would be. . . “Though there are other avenues. An exchange of services, for instance. A hammer for a crown.”

The corners of his mouth lift, close enough to pass for a sincere smile. One of those he sometimes wore to disarm, along with doe brown eyes.

“So tell me, does that sound blunt enough? Or would you like me to paint you a picture of the alternative? Because I assure you, ceremorphosis is far less poetic than I’m making my offer sound.”

[mindsbedlam]

there is something so practised about this man, as if he rehearses everything he says to absolute perfection. she believes that over anything he promises, as roselle found out long ago, promises were nothing but empty words. her situation was indeed a strange one, even before the tadpole, but this devil was not offering a solution. only a temporary fix.

the closeness between them doesn't stir her, she in fact, appears totally relaxed and unbothered. her gaze, however, is fixated upon the man's face, steady and still.

❝ you're quite cute, aren't you? ❞ the sorcerer asks with a soft lilt to her tone, her lips only now twitching, curling into an amused grin. ❝ did you think me to be so easy? so desperate to make a deal with a devil? ❞ while she has never met one, she knows enough to know making deals with the likes of devils is a very last resort, and even then, a very, very, silly one.

deciding to toy with the balance of power, roselle shifts, taking a step to the side and moving in slow, short strides, circling the devil with her grin still spread across her face. ❝ my, i'm rather offended. have you really little faith that i can fix this on my own? people are such critics. ❞

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

[diaboeli]

she should have known he would not bite at the poorly laid bait trap before him. deception had never been her strong suit. alouette holds the tape up against his chest, from left pectoral to right. however, the kiss immediately throws her, again. it's so quick but it steals the breath right out of her, like someone had run up and sucker-punched her in the stomach. almost impossibly, her face is now the same colour as her hair. she'll kill him one day. “ you- i'm- ” she stammers, punching the side of her fist against his chest in an attempt to not drop the tape measure. the hit is likely akin to a droplet landing atop a puddle. although, there's no ripple effect because he is pure muscle. “ ... i wasn't staring, and don't kiss me again, you're distracting me, ” she snaps, ears burning. her eyes flit up to find his, icy yet filled with warmth and adoration only for her. she was lucky, is lucky, she knows that; of all the women in baldur's gate, elion, for whatever reason, had chosen to annoy her for the rest of their lives. well, hers. she wouldn't accept anything less, unfortunately. alou lowers her gaze, and there's a fluttering sensation in her stomach. “ now keep still or you'll be going to the party in your undergarments, ” even if he hasn't moved, she quietly demands it of him. or maybe it's to keep herself steady, when she finally, finally, remembers to resume her measurements.

[mindsbedlam]

deception really wasn't something she could list as one of her attributes. elion could smell a lie before she'd even let it spill from her lips; that's why he does nothing but grin down at her as she denies ever staring at him. the high elf laps up every reaction she gives, especially when he is the cause of them. these sort of reactions are the ones he enjoys the most. another laugh escapes him, this one not as obnoxious as the last, and he remains still to allow her to continue her work. ❝ i can assure you it wouldn't be the first time i've done so. ❞ the memory was one his family liked to keep tucked away, while elion always brought it back up at gatherings, just to remind everyone that his family were just like everyone else's. he'd been out drunk the night before and had forgotten about the party, and ended up waltzing into the ballroom in nothing but his briefs and a half-eaten loaf in hand, half asleep. the man truly knew no shame. he keeps his gaze fixated on her through the mirror, his smile unable to conceal itself. ❝ we don't have to attend, you know, ❞ elion brings up again, because he's done nothing but reassure her from the moment they got the invite that it was the last place they had to be. ❝ i would rather take you somewhere fun. going back home always feels like having your teeth pulled. talking to any of them is like trying to get blood from a stone. ❞ he and his family were just nothing alike.

[diaboeli]

his stare is unrelenting as she attempts to downplay the tense shift that seizes her. he can hear her discomfort as well as see it, even the intent of her words do not seem to reach her eyes. perhaps it was pride, embarrassment, denial. where he might usually remain blunt and indifferent, he eases into something more... palatable. a cleric should be warm, right? approachable. “ did you think i would be easier to seduce than shadowheart? ” he smirks, removing his glove and flexing his fingers as if they had been bone weary and gathering dust. hae-sun then extends a helping hand, a soft, subtle glow emanating from his palm, “ keep still. vincerē et viverē, ” there's a transference of lesser restoration as he casts it against her disturbed gut, until the glow slowly dissipates between them. as the spell settles, he meets her eyes once more. “ is it so shameful to simply ask for help? ”

[mindsbedlam]

a soft scoff escapes her at the cleric's question, followed by a brief nod. ❝ infiniately easier, i'd wager. ❞ with her hands still wrapped around her middle, she only removes them when hae-sun removes his gloves, anticipating what would happen next. her hands drop to her sides, her head tilting back so that she could gaze upon the stars, and when his muttering of an enchantment came, a soft breath of relief escaped the sorcerer. the gut wrenching pain subsides reluctantly, roselle can feel it try and fight against the spell, but in the end, it submits. after a moment, she tilts her head back down, their gazes locking not a second afterwards. ❝ yes, ❞ comes her immediate response, far too quickly to be thought over. ❝ when every cry for help you've ever given has been ignored you tend to keep your mouth shut out of embarrassment. ❞ tonight, for some other reason, the pain had been much too great. shifting on her feet, she tests if her dizziness has also subsided, before giving the cleric a soft nod once more. ❝ thank you. if there is anything i can do for you in return please do not hesitate to ask. ❞

[diaboeli]

“ you are reaping what you sowed, ” he states, albeit her clammy forehead and sickly pallor indicates something much more than the lingering aftermath of an enchanted spider carcass. unless the vampire spawn had lied about their misadventures down in the sharran temple... hae-sun's head tilts slowly, feline-like, ears pricking unnaturally as blackened eyes drift to the bilious sounds of peristalsis in her gut. “ or is there something else i should know? ” before he provides the antidote, of course, by vial or by spell. while healing was not the cleric's specialty, it was a given. why else would she have woken him in the night? @mindsbedlam.

[mindsbedlam]

it was an entirely instinctual thing ─ to seek comfort in another when feeling like her guts were melting within her body. she'd woken to that familiar feeling, and instead of running off to deal with it alone, she'd sought help from a campmate. it was only natural that she locate the cleric. however, at his words, roselle feels her body tense, her gut twisting up into knots as her arms wrap around her middle. is there something else i should know? the look that flashes across her dual eyes says it all, but she instead plays it off with a soft pout and a gentle wince. ❝ i actually woke you up thinking i could seduce you into rubbing my back for me, or even my stomach, ❞ the sounds her stomach makes are enough to wake the entire camp up, no doubt being a massive cock block for any seducing roselle might have had planned. ❝ i wouldn't reject proper help as well though... ❞

[mindsbedlam]

pluck,sender plucks something out of receiver's hair. for cyrus

he's not exactly the type of person who was used to roughing it like the group were. having been raised and lived almost all of his vast life within temple walls, he was comforted with expensive clothes, fresh food, and most importantly, warmth. and although he bore the sun's energy itself, he often enough found himself cold during the nights, which made trancing rather fickle. he was far too used to being able to go for a nice, hot soak after a harsh day's training, far too lucky to remember the scent of soap as he rinsed it from his hair.

it's a thought that lingers as he leads the way through the forest, a pout near enough formed on his lips. cyrus doesn't look where he's going, and he almost headbutts a tree, but manages to miss it by a few inches. however, he messes up his hair, which he just slicks back before carrying on, ignoring the way karlach seems to giggle.

a few moments later, he feels the presence of another move in close, too close for just a normal campmate encounter. turning just in time, dual-coloured hues land on the pale drow as his fingers reach up and pluck something from cyrus' hair. cyrus, however, had reached out of instinct and clasped his hand around the man's wrist, tight like a vice. when he spots the leaf pinched between @demonwebs's fingers, he releases him, hand dropping back by his side.

❝ oh, ❞ he says, awkward, ❝ thank you... ❞ it's as though all of a sudden he's forgotten how to socialise, like he's not been taught any manners. giving a rough clearing of his throat, cyrus half turns, blinking in the drow's direction. ❝ you can keep that, by the way. ❞ smirking to himself, the sorcerer turns fully and continues on.

[mindsbedlam]

your muse is woken up by rose just to be told shes thrown up wyd