#average-bard

[darlingbardling]

@average-bard ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 BREE sighed aloud, plopping down onto her rumbled bedroll. The strain of the day has left a marrow-deep ache throughout her body. She longed for sleep, but her mind was too awake to allow her the respite. So much had happened within the span of— well, a day.

With another weighted sigh, she popped open her violin case. Her beloved instrument peered up at her like an old friend, and she retrieved the bow from its velvety compartment. Picking up the block of rosin, Bree dragged it along the fine hairs of the bow.

It was a mindless task, but it seemed to quell the thoughts that zipped through her head and stung at her like angry hornets. What's going to happen tomorrow? Will I be all tentacles by then, hankering for brains? Do brains even taste good? Her hand moved faster as she wordlessly spiraled.

Bree wished she could talk to someone. But the party she found herself in had some... peculiar members. A few were mysterious, one was particularly mean, and another seemed almost too sly and too cunning.

Her eyes landed on the head of curly hair of the fellow tiefling across the camp.

[eclipsedevune]

❛ Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart. ❜ (for Rowan)

/ @average-bard

Rowan looked back at Muse with a perplexed expression, what an odd sentiment. In her limited experience it seemed that bards had an optimism about the world that others lacked. Though her sample size of two wasn’t much to go on. At least his cheerfulness was a contrast to doom and gloom some of their other companions exhibited.

Considering her ‘heart’ or whatever was telling her to do horrendous things; she didn’t think his advice would apply to her, but that wasn’t something you admit to a group if you don’t want to get thrown out.

She didn’t think following their hearts would get these damn worms out of their heads either but hey- what did she know? Maybe it was her heart telling her to find this Halsin guy and get on Silvanus’ good side… Hopefully, that would outweigh the horrors that took place in her mind.

She realized she still hadn’t said anything and was just… staring at him. She gave a stilted fist pump and lopsided smile,

“Yeah…”

Even she had to grimace at her own reaction and quickly turned away, fiddling with her bracelet.

[aluvedobluth]

@average-bard sent:

We're either very clever or very lucky. - from the bg3 party banter prompt list :)

"We... are lost in the middle of nowhere with worms in our brains..."

Nyssala bit her lip, eyes darting around as if the sheer absurdity of their situation would suddenly make sense if she stared hard enough. Nope. Still horrifying. Still a mess. But then — then — she thought about it.

Muse had just called her clever and lucky!

No one had ever called her that before. Not once. Not ever. And oh, it felt... good. She smiled, a little fond, a little giddy. She liked this guy. He had good taste. Maybe he was the actual clever and lucky one. And if Nyssala stuck around him... maybe some of that would rub off on her.

Her grin widened.

"But you know... it could be worse. It could be faaar worse. And I have cool magical powers now!" she added, throwing up her hands in triumph. Because sure, they were doomed, but at least now she could make it entertaining.

[eclipsedevune]

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

/ @average-bard

“Nng-!” She clenched her teeth as a sharp surge of pain shot through her side. That wasn’t good. She would have crumpled to the ground if Muse wasn’t supporting her weight. The shadow that struck her slinked away into the dark again.

She couldn’t believe she let herself be talked into this. When Halsin said the curse was going to fight back she didn’t think it would be an onslaught of reanimated dead and shadows! Granted he might have mentioned them swarming but he should have been more specific! Maybe she was being a bad druid, but maybe they could worry about this AFTER dealing with the cult?!

More archers struck the portal with arrows, it was becoming more unstable by the second, sparks of magic jutting out erratically in every direction.

“Gods damn it Halsin,” She cursed. She had two options: use her last spell to heal herself or use it offensively. Her side throbbed with pain at this point, that thing slashed her deeper than she thought, and she was losing blood fast. Then again, if that portal was destroyed, this place was essentially doomed forever… and Halsin would probably die.

“Gods DAMN IT Halsin!” She cursed again. “Perurē!” She hissed as she called lighting down on a group of shadow-cursed githyanki.

“I’m alright- just- just- focus on defending the portal,” She tried to assure Muse who she was still leaning heavily on.

[darlingbardling]

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie. / @average-bard 👀

❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⁀➴ @average-bard ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 THE LACY FABRIC hugged Bree like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. She couldn't remember the last time she wore something like this— perhaps back when she didn't have a choice in the matter. But that was in the past, the wraiths of Bree's past had long been purified from her soul. To stand in front of the full-length mirror now, adorned in a sexy little number, all for someone that she liked and cared for— it was a liberating feeling in itself.

Bree primped herself in the mirror one last time before opening the door and stepping out. She couldn't deny the way her heart pounded with anticipation. Would Muse like what he saw? Would he notice the scars that adorned her body like a gallery of her past trauma. Her heels clicked along the stone floors as she finally emerged.

"Ta-da," Bree sang, turning this way and that to give Muse a real eyeful of her ensemble. "What do you think?"

[darlingbardling]

🎟️ / @average-bard (if you're still accepting these)

send in; 🎟️[ticket] for me to make a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship. ⁀➴ @average-bard⭑.ᐟ

“Fates of two, yours and mine, as intertwined as our melodies.”

[darlingbardling]

Date? / @average-bard

//we've barely made it through our thread but why not lmao 💀

𝄞𝄢 Send me “Date?” and I'll answer... ⁀➴ @average-bard ⭑.ᐟ

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[x] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x] Movies   • [x] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [x] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [x] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[x] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [x] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [x] Park  • [x] Forest      • [x] …and having a picnic

[x] Visiting a Museum

[x] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home  • [x] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [x] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[x] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[x] …knowing each other better 

[ ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[eclipsedevune]

😙

/ @average-bard

Rowan is a goober who doesn’t know how to handle affection so she just accepts it quietly. She isn’t the biggest physical touch fan but she accepts it from friends. I imagine her liking of physical touch goes up throughout the game and getting to know the companions. Rowan has multiple endings in my head but we’ll stick with the good durge ending where she resists bhaal Withers said “get up” and everyone was happy. Post game she especially would have a high tolerance for her friends, she’d give shadowheart a hug :) here’s a short post game after muse becomes a Harper.

Rowan was in a word: confused. Muse was acting extra affectionate towards her for some reason. She tolerated it for a while, continuing to talk as usual throughout his compliments and gracefully accepting him throwing an arm around her. However; she did re-establish some physical boundaries eventually, even after everything that they had gone through with the tadpoles she still enjoyed her personal space, but she still smiled his verbal affections with a “I hope you aren’t expecting me to list all your qualities in return harper, or else we’ll be here all day.”