⋆ space bound souls ⋆

[spaceschist]

A collection of science fiction muses #SPACESCHIST.

Independent multi-muse. Mutuals only. Established Jan 2024. Played by Day. 25+.

Current most active muses: the Eleventh Doctor, & Sam Anderson (OC)

Rules and Muse List:

RULES

Mutuals only.

I don't tolerate hate speech or 'call out posts'. Be kind.

Important Rule: I'm dyslexic, leading to occasional errors and slow replies. I'd really appreciate simple formatting for out threads —consistent font, size, and spacing. As alternating fonts and sizes, excessive spacing, and heavy styling (lots of bold, italics, and strikethrough) make it challenging for me to read.

Ship with chemistry.

No smut zone (fade to black only).

Other NSFW themes will arise and be tagged (tw. trigger). I have no personal triggers here.

Only write with muns 18 or older.

MUSES

Doctor Who

Eleventh Doctor - The over 900 year old Doctor in a bowtie

Star Trek

Rory Williams - Eleventh Doctor Companion (low activity)

Erica Ortegas - SNW (low activity)

Christopher Pike - SNW focused (low activity)

Sam Anderson - SNW OC, scientific officer for the federation, geologist (about)

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker - Jedi Master wannabe, prequel era and clone wars television show.

[galefcrce-archived]

GALEFCRCE: Independent, private, and selective Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep of Larian's Baldur's Gate III.

A study in:

A passage through dusty tomes, an odyssey to satiate the insatiable hunger of a dark magic within, humbling mistakes that give birth to new beginnings, boundless ambition, the resilience to smile and persevere amid profound inner pain, enduring the sense of inadequacy.

Multi-ship friendly and canon compliant. All writing on this blog is 21+. Dice rolled by Day, 25+, Irish (GMT). BG3 spoilers are found across this blog, mostly untagged. Rules and about are found CARRD.

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How much would you folks hate me if I moved Gale back to his main blog again? I know I just moved him to the multi here but he's genuinely becoming my main focus of writing at the moment.

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Okay I did it! He's back at @galefcrce. I'm sorry for the constant hopping to and fro but he's 100% staying there now!

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How much would you folks hate me if I moved Gale back to his main blog again? I know I just moved him to the multi here but he's genuinely becoming my main focus of writing at the moment.

[wroniec]

Karsus' legacy

[apalestar]

All right but consider... Gale is driving. Wyll is the other dad stuck on navigation and child minding duty. Lae'zel & Shadowheart are playing the shove game in the second row seats. Astarion & Minthara are having a knife fight in the third row because someone crossed the territorial line in the sand. Karlach is in Wyll's lap crying because they left Carrie at home and she doesn't want another Stephen King novel read to her. And Halsin is the only babysitter that can get all of them the fuck to sleep.

The brain child with @infernaliscor

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Gale driving and dealing with the chaotic toddlers reminds me of this art piece:

[nywise]

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I just read a piece online about how someone played the game as Gale, and it really got to me.

They had Gale romance Astarion and befriend everyone else throughout the game. Then Gale said his goodbyes to each and every one of them (the Astarion one hurt a lot, I bet) and left them at the camp near the Last Light Inn.

Afterward, Gale went in solo to face the Absolute and left the artifact with the rest of the group, knowing it would protect them. Once he faced the 'Absolute,' he made the ultimate sacrifice by detonating the orb. He figured that with the Absolute gone and the artifact still in their possession, the group would find a way to cure themselves and be free once and for all, even if it meant his destruction.

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sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much. (to gale, maybe about her magic?)

@wolfsbarbaren ¦ accepting prompts for Gale

The warm and pleasant night enveloped the camp, with most having retired to their tents for slumber. The exception was Astarion, out for a midnight snack, and Gale, who remained by the remaining embers of the fire. His gaze was directed upwards to the black canvas of night, marking the glistening constellations above him. However, Gale was quite wrong with his initial assessment when he heard the voice of his dear friend Breina approaching.

Oh, that anticipation. Gale was certainly intrigued but also flattered that Breina chose to confide in him. Considering how well she adjusted to the news about his volatile orb predicament, it would be extremely hypocritical of him not to lend her a friendly ear.

"Nonsense, no load that I can't bear," he quipped, even though he regularly struggled to shove open heavy doors. Thankfully, Breina had the strength that he lacked—the cons of having an all-consuming Netherese magic within him, which reduced his strength and control over the Weave considerably.

Regardless of his woes, this clearly wasn't a time for him. He offered his friend a warm smile and gestured to the vacant spot on the log beside him. "I am all ears, so to speak."

[mcflymemes]

THINGS MY FRIENDS' MUSES HAVE SAID *  assorted dialogue written by my talented mutuals, adjust as necessary

you are stronger than you think.

there's so much you don't know.

sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much.

i'm sorry for misleading you.

you ought to know that. someone ought to tell you.

you really don't tire of this, do you?

i'm running out of patience for this.

you don't owe me anything. i don't think any of us should owe each other anything.

it's... hard to explain, actually.

sorry for waking you.

the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

i know you're just being nice.

i'll take the blame for this.

you're unbearably ridiculous.

i'm leaving after i get my coat.

quit your grinning.

what if we stayed up later tonight?

i'm still figuring it out myself.

you know i'm just gonna keep asking.

i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts.

as treacherous as i thought it might be, this journey has been rather... well. interesting, to say the least.

where did you learn to dance?

why the sudden declaration? you're not leaving me, are you?

maybe we should head back to camp.

the stars looked too pretty last night. i couldn't sleep inside my tent.

i love you. i care about you... but you're scaring me.

i hope you don't think you're going to lure me into your bed after a few charming words.

aren't you supposed to offer your assistance with stuff like this?

maybe you could help me from time to time.

you're a heck of a lot cuter than me.

i'm open to suggestions.

what was that for?

you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

why the stubbornness?

there's nights i don't sleep easily.

i'll see you at sunrise.

guess it's a good thing you haven't heard.

been a while since i told anyone about that.

what a damn shame i didn't bring a rose.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

i do live to make your life absolutely awful.

wait for me. promise you will.

i'll keep it safe. i promise.

you don't need to say it.

i'm not a bloody mind reader.

haven't you heard?

i know better than to tell you to stay behind.

you can say no. i won't be mad.

you're even sweeter than i remember.

i would have been even happier if i saw you more often.

honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue.

hope you like meatballs.

not being kind. just being honest.

i'm taking us somewhere sandy.

you'll have to hold onto me for a while.

i want to catch up on my reading.

i'm in trouble. it's really bad.

the guest bedroom is all yours.

[raintides]

the only guy i know how to draw

[fey-wanderer]

by NyeIgneous [ X ]

[spaceschist]

starter call: like this post if you want a starter from Gale Dekarios

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I tried to type Tav and my phone autocorrected it to Taco.

[deathswcrn-a]

Bless him - Gale could try, but she'd heard the word a few times today and, with everything else in her head - tadpole included - her mind was full up on new information. "Cer-ah-mor-pho-sis," she echoed, enunciating it syllable by syllable so she could remember it. Ceremorphosis. Ceremorsis. Ceremor- oh for fuck's sake. "I'm gonna need to hear that one a few times before it sticks."

It was a relief to find another survivor, however, even one quick to correct her inaccuracies. She hadn't known what she was going to do when she'd crawled from the burning wreckage, barely alive, but Gale seemed like a man of learning - the sort of man who, if he didn't know something off the top of his head, knew where to look. So of course she jumped on his use of 'our' in his sentences. "Sounds like we're better off stickin' close together, then."

Besides, who else did she have nearby who'd help? She didn't know exactly where they were, but she could tell by the plant-life they were a far cry from the mountains of Cormyr, the coniferous forests wrapped like a great serpent around the peaks she knew as her own hunting grounds. "Did you have any ideas as to where the fuck we start, once we've figured out where we even are?"

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A nod at her first attempt at the word, good try. Yet, the following attempts strayed further from the correct pronunciation, which evoked a small smile. It reminded him of the very young apprentices attempting to read the arcane words of their first spells. In fairness, ceremorphosis was a rather difficult word to pronounce, especially for those unfamiliar with the academics of illithids. "Let's focus on preventing the transformation rather than pronouncing it, shall we?"

Happy to let the topic drop, he glanced around to witness the burning remains of the Nautiloid. Frankly, it was amazing that she stood there alive before him; there was little solid, non-charred remains left. As the dwarfs say, a 'wee bit suspicious'. Regardless, she saved him from certain death within that portal, so his suspicions were swiftly put to rest.

"I am not a navigator, nor a ranger of any sort, but I suggest we follow the flow of the river. If my guess is correct, and it quite frequently is, that-" He points over towards the river. "-is the Chionthar, and if we continue to follow the flow, it will eventually lead us to Baldur's Gate and the many towns scattered in between."

[apalestar]

For a vampire such scents should just be the nature of what they were. The Szarr coven was rather organic in its smells. Astarion did his best to cover what scent of undeath followed him about. This was almost beyond what he could stomach. Best they hope that nothing animate lingered here. Whatever the necromancer was researcher felt behind something poignant.

He tilted his head to the side trying to discern whether they were alone. But the death was so overwhelming here it was hard to note if it was fresh or not. “A fine vintage does sound rather nice after all this. And a bath.” A long, hot bath to rid himself of whatever stains and questionable fluids end up on him and his armor.

“We have survived thus far. I fancy our chances all things considered. One dark, creepy dungeon is a drop in the bucket so to speak. Between the mindflayers and murderous Gith—“ He paused eyeing a table filled with alchemic ingredients and books. Without any idea of what they were looking for, Astarion approached looking for anything of value. "A few of the dead sounds less intimidating."

“Your necromancer is rather short on coin, Gale. I thought you wizards required all sort of expensive materials to make your spells you know… work.” He lifted things here and there keeping his eye out for traps. But really any gold or fine gem stone would capture his eye most.

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Gale pondered the possibility of Astarion hiding a bathtub in the camp, considering the man's penchant for carrying a mirror despite being unable to use one. However, the idea of a bath was tempting, especially after dealing with the filth around them. Gale couldn't make assumptions about someone who had unique habits, like carrying an unused mirror.

"Depends on the wizard, I suppose. If I were to legitimately obtain the tools I needed, then yes, I would require the coin. But I have the sneaky suspicion that this person didn't follow the laws of common trade for these items."

Astarion might be right; the room seemed either already plundered or a complete bust. Perhaps they were searching for the wrong object.

"So, what we're looking for is something that gives the user vast knowledge of the energies that constitute life. I suppose negative energy falls into that category."

There was a hint of disappointment in his voice. Gale had hoped to find a way to address his condition, something beyond just appeasing the ever-hungry orb within him. Despite doubting that the realm of necromancy would help, knowledge for knowledge's sake was always a pursuit worth endeavouring.

"I had expected a book, a tome, a scroll, anything of that sort, but nothing really stands out. Although the blood everywhere doesn't help much," he added, glancing over at Astarion. A flash of concern washed over him. The mention of blood made Gale realize that convincing a vampire spawn to traverse through a room like this might be difficult, yet he didn't want to press his concerns in case he only highlighted an issue.

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