Independent Roleplay for Felny'afae Baenre,
An original DnD/Forgotten Realms OC
that can serve as a Tav or Tadpoled Companion
from Baldur's Gate 3
Written by Jax.
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Rules Below Cut
Mutuals only
Non-Exclusive
Don't be a dick
Mun does not equal muse.
Mun is a 40 year old elder millenial queer (they/them) with 0 tolerance for bigots and content police.
Personal/fandom blogs are welcome, I just ask you don't reblog my RP threads. Liking or commenting on them is okay. If you take anything from my headcanons, please just give me credit.
I run a lot of blogs so activity will be sporadic but you can always come to me on discord if we're mutuals.
Call out and purity culture are not welcome here
Triggering content will be written, I will try to tag it the best I can. Please let me know/remind me if you need something tagged.
Triggering content will include things such as sex, drugs, violence, death and themes surrounding death. This will be tagged with "tw" and the word, as with most other triggers. If something needs to be tagged for a specific trigger, let me know. I don't always remember who needs what tagged.
I do not RP any of the subject matter above with underage muses
Smut will not be under a read more unless the other writer prefers read mores, it will all be tagged nsfw or nsfw ish
SMUT IS NOT EXPECTED FOR INTERACTION. While I love writing the subject matter, I know not everyone does. I will never force it and do not expect it, especially if it's in your rules. Light spice/suggestive themes, time skips and fade-to-black are absolutely fine if that is your comfort.
Smut will NOT HAPPEN WITH UNDERAGE MUSES. Most of my muses are in their 30s or older, some in their later 20s. I will not have any of them involved with muses under 18 unless is it a purely platonic and/or familial relationship.
I love, love, love shipping, but I never expect a ship. However, many of my muses are very flirty and easily fall in love, and I won't change that about them. I am all for unrequited love and unreciprocated feelings in interactions, just realize it is never to try and force a ship. That being said, if you want to ship, just let me know! I'm pretty open about any and all ships, crackships, cross-ships, toxic ships, familial, platonic life partners... all of the ships.
Muses are sporadic and subject to change
My length may vary but I typically find it hard to limit myself to less than 3-4 paragraphs. I never expect length 100% of the time, but I do appreciate effort in replies and find it easier to reply to at least a paragraph or two.
Activity can be selective, please be patient and realize I write with the flow of the muse
If you have issue with me or my mains, please just block and move on. I do not support drama, I do not support legitimately harmful people, and I do not support witch hunts for written content
Felyn flirting with the girlies: *bashful* ur pretty can i kiss u
Felyn flirting with the boys: *punches them in the face* kiss me bitch
Felyn fliritng with enbies: please let me kiss you
there is something of a half-amused , half-dismissive smile on the drow's lips as he easily plays off her concern as pure jest , his spindly fingers gripping the sore spot on his nape , bending from right to left to try and outstretch the muscle . ā i thought being dramatic was my thing , jabbress . ā he retorts in the same playful beat , flashing a lopsided smirk and sparing a fleeting glance through the fair veil of his lashes .
ā no , mizz can play a little rough , but ... honestly , i'm lucky . i probably deserve worse . as far as demons go ... she's one of the nice ones . ā most days , anyhow . he's far from a dutiful child too , and he knows ; but the queen would despise him all the same , all the more if he was , wouldn't she ? ā besides , i don't need any help with that . ā the pointy edge of his canines flash , malice subdued under the dangerous curve of his smile . ā ooh , don't tell me ... you're scared of demons ? ā he teases , pushing the boundaries , as he does . ā my , graduation must've been no fun for you . ā
Felyn doesn't mind working with Vhaal, most of the time. He can be a handful, hard to direct and keep in line, certainly far more unruly than most of the males back home. But maybe that's what she likes about him the most. He doesn't remind her of Menzoberranzan, at least not often.
He's a bit devout for her tastes, but then most drow she knows are. At least he has reason to be, bound to the yochlol as he is.
She does scoff a bit and shake her head at the bite about being scared of demons, and now it's her turn for that dangerous smirk to rest on her lips.
"There's scarier things in the Underdark than demons, khal'abbil," some might say she's one of them, especially when she decides to go on a years-long sabbatical from her people.
"And my graduation wasn't done in the... traditional sense. House Baenre has done their best to keep me hidden; my education was completed in seclusion. You only know of my existence because our Houses are working together."
A slight hum of acknowledgement was given first, as he looks down at her. She hadn't been out too long, but long enough that it had been the slightest bit inconvenient.
"Would you have preferred I left you to be chewed on by gnolls?" The shadar-kai would reply dryly before stopping. "Ready to walk again?" In truth his arms were getting a liiiiiittle tired. He wasn't built to carry a whole person for this long and frankly it showed.
Felyn didn't think she'd gotten knocked out in that last fight, but of course she supposed that was proof enough of the truth of it. That and the splitting headache she had, plus the little taste of blood on her tongue, liking from biting it when she was struck.
She was surprised to find that he'd carried her almost all the way back to camp, however, and they didn't have much further to go. Besides, she'd rather walk back in on her feet with her dignity intact.
"I think so," she said when he asked if she was ready to walk again, nodding a little with a slight wince as the motion made her head throb. "Yes, but... put me down gently? I'm still a bit dizzy..."
āiāve had enough of bad poets singing of my looks - urgh.ā
"What about good poets?" Felyn asks as she sits across from the Harper at a quiet table at the inn. She doesn't really show it, at least she hopes she doesn't, but Felyn is a bit of a fan of Jaheira. She's always admired the stories of the fiercely independent half-elf druid, even the ones that did sing of her beauty.
None of it could really match up to reality, though.
"Has there even been a good one singing about your looks?"
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āLook at you over thereā¦ persona non grata.ā (From Rakatak!)
"Persona non what now?" Felyn asked with a brow raised, looking up from where she'd been sitting and sharpening her dagger. The pale drow still wasn't quite sure what to make of the hobgoblin, though she supposed that any sort of help was welcomed in this parasite situation.
"Is that hobgoblin? I don't speak hobgoblin..." Aside from common and drow, she'd never bothered to learn any other languages.
"At least until we get the information we came here for!" Felyn hisses as she holds tight to Vhaal's wrist, keeping his blade from sinking into the mark's throat. The traitorous drow was tied to a chair in the abandoned house the two Szarkai had set up operation in. At the moment, their captive is unconscious after they yielded nothing from the first round of interrogation.
"I'm sure Lolth would be all too pleased with you for slitting his throat," Felyn's emphasis of the goddess' name has a hint of disdain to it. Though she doesn't openly bash the Spider Queen, she is no fan of the drow's arachnid deity. There are those that would claim her birth was blessed by Lolth, but as far as Felyn has always been concerned, her life was not filled with blessings.
"However, if he can lead us to even more traitors, don't you think that would grant you greater favor?"
