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@whisperedstcries is my Baldur's Gate 3 sideblog | Independent Greek Mythos RP Blog | Est. 2019/20 and revamped in 2021 | Written by Apis | Mun and Muses 21+| Please read rules and pages before interaction/following!

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#. | away from sight (ooc)

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

// I am moving my blog over to a new blog! It will be the old URL but I will follow a bunch of you there anyway

@bonebled requested a vulnerable starter from LYSSA (exclusive muse) for MELINOË!

Lyssa had been stewing in her anger for days now, ignoring her princess's questions or the tugs from their new bond. There was no denying to Melinoë that she was angry, it could be felt, but she withheld the reason. Despite the fact that such a reason caused her to withdraw from the other, put distance between them even with the great lengths Melinoë went to to reveive her. To bring Lyssa back.

Eventually her princess cornered her in the office and Lyssa was commanded to stay until they figured this out and Lyssa gave a huge sigh and began to pace, hand punching down at the desk each time she passed. It just didn't go into words well, especially this topic.

Her lips twisted and her scowl deepened until she just stopped by the great windows at this office and glared out into the darkness beyond.

"You said you called my oath unfulfilled when you-" There didn't need to be a full recap of what happened. Saying that she died, that she had been revived was still hard for her to do. Her chest already ached from this, from being so honest.

"You didn't. You broke it. I had honour and you took it."

This would have been her shining moment in her family. The crown to solidify her at the top of her sibling hierarchy and have her name on the tongues of her parents for at least decades to come. Lyssa, their daughter who died protecting a princess. Who died the most honourable death there can be. Whose name will be recorded amongst those honoured guards.

"You were selfish. You took it from me."

But there was a layer beneath that. This was not the entier truth.

Beneath the shame lay pain, lay confusion. Her eyes closed as it began to bubble up, feeling safe to do so as Melinoë still stayed quiet. Patiently listening in a way that still had her want to tell Mel to yell at her instead.

She didn't want to feel this. She didn't want to confront these feelings.

Make it stop.

And so the commander stood here, glaring through the glass even as her lips began to twitch in the faintest quiver, her breath shaking just a little.

"Why would you give me this?" The words are far softer, the absence of her sharp tongue stark against the silence of this office.

"Bind me to you so specially? I don't- I don't understand."

She didn't deserve this. Lyssa didn't have a lack of honour now, she had too much. She didn't understand. This felt beyond what even a friend should have.

#(she doesn't understand just how much of a bestie she truly is to mel)#. | guest muse (lyssa)#. | second in command (commander)#bonebled

@bonebled asked: meadow perches on lex's lap as lex works out her anger with the rhythmic tosses of the rubber ball against the wall, the floor, and back to her hand. she follows the ball in it's path with her gaze, until she feels a calmer vibe take over her love. ever helpful, she turns to look up at her, brown eyes almost honeyed in the firelight. "maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out?" she asks, taking care to clasp her hands in front of her all sweet and innocent, so she can push her agenda forward.

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

If it had been truly anyone else but Meadow suggesting she calm down, Lex would have been right back to angry and very much not calm. This was how she had gotten to this point in the first place, being told to calm down when it seemed pretty fucking reasonable to be like this.

Yet it was Meadow. Her flower girl. The one person who had just that sheer power to get her calmer just by having sat in her lap the past quarter of an hour.

Black eyes look into brown, the ball now still but squeezed in her hand.

"Apparently there's nothing to figure out." She huffs, squeezing the ball tighter then sighing. "But I guess we could make out." Really she it might not make things better but kissing her girlfriend was a pretty good distraction. Though those worked only short term with Lex like this. Things that bothered her really bothered her.

She puts the stupid ball down and cups Meadow's face in both her hands, admiring her for a hot minute before leaning down to press their lips together.

#. | guest muse (elexia)#. | lex/meadow #bonebled #. | unknown

starter call 2.0 feel free to combine prompts !

for a happy starter .

for a melancholy starter .

for an excited starter .

for an angry starter .

for a soft starter .

for a silly starter .

for an angsty starter .

for a violent starter .

for a romantic starter .

for a sexual starter .

for a comforting starter .

for a threatening starter .

for an argumentative starter .

for an action / adventure starter .

for a flirtatious starter .

for a loving starter .

for a hostile starter .

for an envious starter .

for a fearful starter .

for an injured / sick starter .

for an urgent starter .

for a celebratory starter .

for a reunion starter .

for a lazy starter .

for a protective starter .

for a domestic starter .

for an intimate starter .

for a weather - based starter .

for a surprised starter .

for a malicious starter .

for an illegal starter .

for a concerned starter .

for a tense starter .

for a sentimental starter .

for a hopeful starter .

for a hopeless starter .

for a guilty starter .

for an embarrassed starter .

for an anxious starter .

for a desperate starter .

for a disappointed starter .

for an aggressive starter .

for a cautious starter .

for an impulsive starter .

for a resentful starter .

for a suspicious starter .

for a conflicted starter .

for a provoked starter .

for an awkward starter .

for a dishonest starter .

for a fatigued starter .

for a grateful starter .

for a flustered starter .

for a vulnerable starter .

for a manipulative starter .

for a professional starter .

for a mischievous starter .

for a relieved starter .

for a cooperative starter .

for an uncooperative starter .

for a moody starter .

for an impatient starter .

for a competitive starter .

for an encouraging starter .

for a sensual starter .

for an interrupted starter .

for a clumsy starter .

for a tearful starter .

for an affectionate starter .

for a cozy starter .

@eileithyiia asked: "Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of it's own?" (To Hermes)

unknown prompt | Not Accepting

"Sure," He looks up from his book and promptly abandons it, sensing a new challenge forming. "I mean usually when I'm fucking around in its code but it has his quirks. Why? You got a problem?"

If there was a tech problem Hermes stood a bit of a chance to help. What he lacked in computer knowledge he made up for with experimenting and good googling skills.

#. | toss a stone to your herma (hermes)#. | a man of many hats and names (adulthood)#eileithyiia

@seekesotsibteadmist asked: Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." - hermes

flirting meme | Accepting

"Ah, an oldie but a goodie!" Hermes chuckled hearing that, grasping Saima's hand and tugging them in close. "Sure I'll give you one, but why don't you keep ahold of it. For safekeeping."

He puts on charm of his own, with his usual casual smirk, leaning in to close the distance and press his lips to theirs.

#. | toss a stone to your herma (hermes)#. | two wanderers now walking together (hermes/saima)#seekesotsibteadmist

My body is but a #singofus temple.

@singofus

#I-#I have no words #wild

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of prompts for muses who just love to flirt. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)

"Let me distract you."

"Let's misbehave."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"I'm putting you on my to-do list."

"I'd look good on you."

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that."

"Do you have a name or can I just call you mine?"

"I seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?"

"You're even more beautiful than yesterday."

"Shouldn't you be in my bed?"

"Trouble never looked so goddamn fine."

"You're a bad idea, but I like bad ideas."

"Maybe we should just kiss to break the tension."

"If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun."

"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's flip coins. Head, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

"Smile is the second best thing you can do with your lips."

"Your lips would look so much better on mine."

"You know we should save some water, shower together."

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

"I'll do anything for a woman with a knife."

"The fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked."

"I like my bed, but I'd rather be in yours."

"Are you cake? 'Cause I want a piece of that."

"Your shirt has to go, but you can stay."

"You owe me a drink because when I saw you I dropped mine."

"You must be tired, because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you."

@holyfied asked:

four nights .

four nights since fýlix's driver saved eva from a rain soaked stalker and ill intentions . four nights since she , drenched , climbed into the back seat of his car , sobbing . four nights since she still jumped whenever fýlix accidentally cast a shadow in the wrong spot in her sensitive vision .

he wanted her autonomy , as little encouraged as it was , to come back . he missed her spirit , her confidence - the little hints of it that he got here and there , now gone .

so he planned a small evening , at sundown , to go to one of the bookstores in the area having a poet read some work from a new collection . the lights would be dim , the moment intimate , and fýlix would be right there with her the entire time . then street food , of any kind , and back to the house .

now he just has to ask her . he has the tickets for the event in a little card , attached to a small sleeve of chocolate covered strawberries . to top it off , a bouquet of flowers already in a vase , more for rich scent and thick color than anything else .

it's already in the little study that he's thinking of giving to her , her own space for whatever interests she may have . carrying her , he brings her in where their morning coffee is already waiting for them , and gently sets her in her corner of the loveseat , right before the flowers . he kisses her temple as he moves to close the doors and give them some privacy , but he's listening for her response , his smile barely hidden . [fýlix ↝ evadne, mortal verse]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Evadne felt so incredibly stupid for what happened. She worked for a security company, she had training, she knew about the bad things that people could do. Yet she had let herself get so in her head with her daydreams that she didn't notice the creepy man approaching her. It was sheer luck that Fýlix's car was where it was. That his driver called out to her and that her boyfriend was in the back and able to cradle her until she felt safe.

Since then, she struggled greatly. She had refused to go home, she had refused to leave Fýlix's side. She had even refused to leave his house. All she knew was that he had great security, he made her feel safe and that her family was watching the surrounding streets and trying to track the creep down. For now she had just busied herself working from bed or the couch and curling up under the blankets to watch comfort movies in her love's arms - far more quiet and withdrawn than she had been before.

Yet Eva can't help the soft smile that pulls at her lips when he lifts her into his arms so effortlessly and tells her he has a surprise for her. She did like his surprises and the smile on his face told her that it was good. Holding onto him, she watched as he brought her to the study. The gifts were spotted before she was even set down and she gasped at how many components there were.

The coffees, the flowers, the box and the card.

"What's this? It's not our anniversary." She asks softly, reaching to pick up the vase to be able to admire the flowers in closer detail and sniff them. She knew their anniversary was in a few weeks, she tracked those details of their life closely.

"The flowers are beautiful! So pretty and all different pink colours." She describes them to him as he moves to sit beside her and holds them so he can smell them closer before putting them down.

"Should I open the box or the card first?" Her legs slip over his lap as they sit together, bringing the box and the card into her lap.

There was a pang of guilt that she hadn't gotten him anything, but she was learning that he just really liked getting things for her. And she was slowly learning to accept that.

#. | guest muse (evadne)#. | mortality awaits (mortal)#holyfied

@mortshe asked: ❔ for ares or hypnos

Send ❔ to find my muse wandering the streets completely lost and without any memory | Accepting

Something inside Ares had snapped after his confinement.

Even the fact of his darkest imaginings being ultimately false could not save his mind. The brightness of Olympus that had once kept hope alive now just made his stomach turn. Few had truly missed him, and life had seemingly gone on well without him. Prospered in some ways. He was here, rotting from the inside and everyone else was just...happy and with life as normal.

He could not stay in a place like this. Not even Love could convince him. Not even Death. So he had left. He had packed himself supplies - his war tent and its belongings - and he had left with no destination in mind.

Earth also had become calm, but it was foreign enough in the right place that that felt right. By now he felt at home with discomfort.

At first he had just remained in his tent in the middle of nowhere and just...existed. But though his body was tired, his mind raced with memories from that dark place and so he needed to move. Keep moving.

That became his mantra then. He abandoned his tent on what he thought would be a walk of a few hours...

No longer did he even remember he had a tent. All he knew was the eroding sandals on his feet, the robes on his body and the sword wedged into his leather belt. Oh and the sun hat a kind woman had given him...when had she given it? He couldn't remember when that had happened. He had stayed in so many homes over time now. A traveller, that was all.

A traveller on his own, but lately a younger man in true traveller's garbs had been joining him on some longer, isolated, stretches of his walks. Appearing at one junction or the next, leaning against the stone statue he knew not the name of.

Talked a load of nonsense too.

About how the traveller had been walking a long time (obviously). About some family he was supposed to be going home to (he had no family, nothing beyond the roads). Even at one point about how Death would be pleased to find him. At that point the traveller had pointed his sword at the man's face and asked him if that was a threat. The younger one just laughed and seemingly vanished.

Maybe he was just an illusion of the road. There were plenty of animals about, plenty of stories. Perhaps plenty of vanishing men.

A robed woman appeared a day after the vanishing man then, spoke to him as he walked past. Seemed stunned for some reason that he just tipped his hat and walked on.

"I have no money if that is what you're asking of me. All I can give you is a greeting." He says to her, turning and now walking backwards as he briefly spoke to her.

"Or are you lost? I could give directions. With your complexion I'd say you aren't meant for the road."

She was too pale. The sun would burn her fair and beautiful skin.

#. | courage and determination personified (ares)#. | there is intensity in him that few do not fear (olympus)#(hermes went to ares then went to than like: uh i found ares but he's just walking? maybe he's starting a new life as a devotee of mine?)#mortshe

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