#bubblybabins

[warwaited]

@bubblybabins

As far as evening outings go, this one hasn't even been that bad so far. Sure, the person she'd assumed was going to be there hasn't yet shown his face, and the barkeep insists on prodding at her to keep buying drinks (overpriced) or food (probably lukewarm), or else to "stop crowding the bar" as if she isn't one body among several and notably quieter than most of the louts this place has attracted.

But there has been one thing to keep her even-keel. The minstrels. Seems this place serves as some kind of a staging ground for them - both the magically-inclined and entirely mundane varieties. The one on stage now, brandishing some kind of a plonky, odd-looking lute that almost seems to have a drum where the soundboard should be... she's not bad. Maybe a little self-conscious, but not bad.

They make eye contact. She can see the shard of ice plunge down the bard's back. Her nose wrinkles slightly.

After a few seconds, she brings her hands apart, then starts to clap in time with the tune being played, giving the performer her full attention. Her expression, unfortunately, doesn't shift an inch. She's just observing, after all. This is hardly a personal experience.

[rubistella]

@bubblybabins semi-plotted starter

Raphael’s little antic had the vampire’s eyes rolling without a shred of embarrassment to his name so much as annoyance. Normally, he’d begin by slipping his shirt on as to avoid questions regarding the scarring on his back. But now? His undergarment was the first the pale elf bothered to step into– in fact, when did it change from blue to indigo exactly? Someone in camp must have tampered with it. During bath time, most likely.

To think he'd have noticed it earlier...

“Nevermind what I said about deals with the devil.” Astarion spoke up before Charlie could call him out on it. “I’ll have you know this is a highly situational exchange that I believe will benefit us all in the end.” Stepping into his trousers now, the vampire reached over for his boots next. “The way I see it: any advantage on Cazador is worth the risk. It’s not as if he’s asked for your soul or my eternal servitude– he merely wants someone dead in exchange. That should be easy for us.” Patting the ground where his shirt was supposed to be, Astarion’s eyes drew into a pair of slits when he realised the dog had scampered off with the fabric clenched in its maw.

Whose brilliant idea was it to bring Scratch along anyway?

“We’ve lain waste to an entire goblin camp all by ourselves– we’ve defeated pawns of an undead god and slashed our way through Nere’s thralls. What’s an orthon but another body to the count?”

Hopefully Charlie didn’t need any further sweet-talking to see this matter through with him. Astarion, after all, had his doubts on whether he could handle this one on his own or not.

[shdwtouch]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

as wonderful as YOU ? I don't think so ! but I'll take the compliment <3

[radiomurdeer]

🤔 from Tabitha

FOR  EVERY   🤔  I’LL  POST  A  HEADCANON  ABOUT  OUR  MUSES.  ADD  A  +  FOR  A  SEXCANON.

Alastor is absolutely delighted when he finds out about Tabitha's little hobby. He thinks it's deliciously macabre and encourages it. He'll try to act as wingman so she doesn't decide to turn her attentions to him too little too late

[shdwtouch]

[ Chewsday ] "Hold this," Tabitha moved to pass Shade a skull before she leaned forward and bit Shade on the shoulder hard.

Shade is, at first, caught off guard by the skull suddenly thrust into her hands, gazing down at it with surmounting confusion. then, the sensation of sharp teeth embedded in her shoulder makes her jerk her head back, her brain desperately trying to catch up with this rapid turn of events. for a few brief moments she is caught in a mental replay of what had just occurred, staring vacantly at the other tielfing with a mixed look of confusion, shock, and... amusement ? joy ?

in her head - the ranger was ever willing to give the benefit of the doubt, after all - this must be a game, something friends do. and if this was a game, was a ritual of mutual trust and care, then she wanted to participate as well ! without skipping a further beat, she reaches out and lightly grasps the others hand, closing the distance to let teeth meet flesh, though not as harshly as Tabitha had bitten her.

withdrawing (skull still held aloft in her free hand, her curiosity at its story and origin for the moment cast aside in pursuit of this new social greeting) she smiles brightly at the druid, pleased with her inclusion in the game and her own quick response.

[championsofthegate]

@bubblybabins asked: The rivalry between Charlie and Tabitha was extremely one-sided, the young bard did not have the slightest idea that she was so hated. Seeing Charlie effortlessly forge relationships with others made Tabitha seethe with jealousy, she wanted what she had and it only seemed right that she try to take it. Small gifts were easy to find in nature, a skull naturally bleached by the sunlight seemed like a simple enough thing to offer. When Tabitha approached Cietan it is with an easy going smile as her digits curled through the eye sockets of a wolf skull. Coming to a stop in front of him, Tabitha up the gift and summoned her spores with a flourish as the vibrant mushroom caps began to form on the bone. It is a simple enough action, but it feels wrong given the fact that she barely even knew the shadow elf. Tabitha is motivated purely by the envy she felt when she watched his flourishing friendship with Charlie, "I thought of you when I saw this, Cietan."

Cietan would admit, he hadn't had much chance to speak with Tabitha. Charlie had captured his attention more earnestly than the other, although Tabitha felt more... familiar to him. She dealt in rot and death, and while he wasn't as familiar with rot, he was intimately familiar with death.

So when she approached him with what appeared to be a gift, he was surprised. He blinked, tilting his head at the skull, now covered in vibrant mushroom caps, before offering a small smile, taking it off her hands.

"Hey, this is neat. Thanks, Tabitha." He didn't know why she was giving him a gift, but it wasn't like he was going to refuse. A gift was a gift after all.

[radiomurdeer]

The two of them were not particularly close, if anything they were two monsters pushing up against one another within the bounds of their self-inflicted limitations just to see how long it would take the other to snap.

Tabitha loved it. Even worse, she had started to grow fond of Alastor. The bag is crushed velvet yet some patches had turned a crusty, reddish brown that smelled of blood, "you'll recognize this."

It was a hand, specifically the hand of a particular irksome sinner that had been shelved for vengeance at a later date. Tabitha had nothing but time these days so it had been all too easy for her to beat him to the punch.

"Oh my dear, what a handy little gift!" his eyes lit up as he took it in, delicately unwrapping it. "You really shouldn't have; why, I'm afraid you'll never get into heaven at this rate!"

It's touching, truly, that she'd brought him a snack, and the hand of an irksome sinner besides.

[radiomurdeer]

Alastor said not to do it again but Tabitha had never been good at following instructions. If she could not return to the mines then she could do this. A talon gently tapped the tip of his nose again, "heh...boop."

He simply moved, disappearing into shadow to stand a few feet away. His head tilted curiously at an angle that shouldn't have been possible. Fine, she wanted to play? He could play. He strode forward, tapping her nose in return. "Boop."