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I'm sorry my stupid gay tail started wagging when I saw you. I'll go .

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Found screenshots of Muse from my first playthrough. It's like it's definitely him, he's just not fully cooked yet 💀

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Baldur's Gate RP Masterlist!

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HOW ADORABLE ARE YOU?

Tagged by: @darlingbardling

Tagging: @eclipsedevune (Evune), @imperitvs @harpershigh

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Muse watched enthusiastically as she played her violin, such a simple song but inspiring all the same. She was a natural at this. He nodded, his hands fidgeting in his lap before realising he didn't have his violin with him.

"Oh— hold on!" He scrambled back to his tent, picking up the case he'd left beside his bedroll before making his way back to Bree. He sat down, closer than he'd just been, not even noticing he'd done it.

"You have a lot of talents then..?" He asked, somewhat shyly, as he opened the case; a subtle question with a hope of learning more about her. The mention of a tightrope made him think she might have been in the circus at some point, it felt pretty safe to assume, but he'd rather she say it than guess.

Bree's reassuring smile did well to sooth Muse's nerves, easing most of his self-conscious thoughts, and he appreciated her kindness. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldn't help that brief feeling of excitement returning, albeit a bit calmer, and a small, somewhat sheepish smile formed on his face.

Though, even with that small bit of encouragement, there was a slight rise of anxiety in his stomach he felt when she retrieved her violin that he did his best to ignore. They were starting small, after all.

"It does seem enjoyable…" His head tilted, his smile growing more confident. He wasn't sure where it came from, but there was a part of him that wanted to impress her. He began thinking back on all the pieces he had learnt, in more recent years it had been more religious stuff for the temple he lived at, but he had learned others when growing up.

"I know a few classics as well."

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Bree's reassuring smile did well to sooth Muse's nerves, easing most of his self-conscious thoughts, and he appreciated her kindness. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldn't help that brief feeling of excitement returning, albeit a bit calmer, and a small, somewhat sheepish smile formed on his face.

Though, even with that small bit of encouragement, there was a slight rise of anxiety in his stomach he felt when she retrieved her violin that he did his best to ignore. They were starting small, after all.

"It does seem enjoyable…" His head tilted, his smile growing more confident. He wasn't sure where it came from, but there was a part of him that wanted to impress her. He began thinking back on all the pieces he had learnt, in more recent years it had been more religious stuff for the temple he lived at, but he had learned others when growing up.

"I know a few classics as well."

At the mention of playing the violin, Muse's curiosity perked up, wondering where she was going with this. And then, the suggestion of writing a duet.

His first reaction was excitement, the tip of his tail faintly wagging as a glint shone in his eyes, the idea of writing and playing with her sounded wonderful!

But then, the realisation that he was likely no where near as skilled as her set in, and that excitement began to fade, so did his smile. He'd never written music before, he'd only ever played from books he had found in his parents library, and he'd certainly never played a duet. He only knew the bare minimum.

"I'm not sure…" With a turn of his head, he glanced away nervously. He didn't want to just turn her down, not only was that rude, but he wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to get to know her.

"Don't get me wrong, it sounds fun! It's just... I've never done any of that before." He offered an apologetic smile.

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At the mention of playing the violin, Muse's curiosity perked up, wondering where she was going with this. And then, the suggestion of writing a duet.

His first reaction was excitement, the tip of his tail faintly wagging as a glint shone in his eyes, the idea of writing and playing with her sounded wonderful!

But then, the realisation that he was likely no where near as skilled as her set in, and that excitement began to fade, so did his smile. He'd never written music before, he'd only ever played from books he had found in his parents library, and he'd certainly never played a duet. He only knew the bare minimum.

"I'm not sure…" With a turn of his head, he glanced away nervously. He didn't want to just turn her down, not only was that rude, but he wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to get to know her.

"Don't get me wrong, it sounds fun! It's just... I've never done any of that before." He offered an apologetic smile.

Muse wasn't sure what he was expecting, of course Bree wasn't okay, he would be surprised if anyone was holding themselves together in a situation like this. If anything, his question was only to start a conversation, which, to his credit, he had successfully done.

He'd already prepared reassurances, maybe plant a little bit of hope that they might make it out of this situation, or make promises that he didn't know if he could keep, or even believed. But he didn't get the chance, which was probably for the best, as she asked about what he'd been writing in his journal. He couldn't tell if she actually cared, or if she was being polite; he hoped it was the previous, but assumed it was the latter.

"Not much. Someone I know told me I should write all my thoughts and other stuff in a journal of sorts. It helps… Even if just a little bit."

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Muse wasn't sure what he was expecting, of course Bree wasn't okay, he would be surprised if anyone was holding themselves together in a situation like this. If anything, his question was only to start a conversation, which, to his credit, he had successfully done.

He'd already prepared reassurances, maybe plant a little bit of hope that they might make it out of this situation, or make promises that he didn't know if he could keep, or even believed. But he didn't get the chance, which was probably for the best, as she asked about what he'd been writing in his journal. He couldn't tell if she actually cared, or if she was being polite; he hoped it was the previous, but assumed it was the latter.

"Not much. Someone I know told me I should write all my thoughts and other stuff in a journal of sorts. It helps… Even if just a little bit."

Sat across the camp, Muse was writing in his journal, trying to collect all his thoughts. It was difficult, with so much going on, but, as he was always so good at, he tried to look on the bright side of things. He may be in one of the worst, most hopeless situations known to man, but at least he wasn't alone in it! The people he had met were… interesting to say the least, but at least he could guarantee they were all together for the same reason: to find a cure, and that meant little to no chance of anyone turning their back on the group.

He sighed, setting down his pen and looking up at the night sky, Selûne's tears shining as bright as ever, perhaps even brighter than in the city. Perhaps a prayer might help with all his other, more troubled thoughts?

He let his eyes close, a silent prayer to Selûne playing over in his head. He was no cleric, and expected no response, as was usual whenever he prayed, but it brought him comfort non the less.

It was only when he'd taken a deep breath and glanced around camp, that he noticed the other bard in camp looking at him. He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, wondering if it was just a coincidence, or if she'd been watching him. And if she had been watching at him— how long for??

No. He was letting his thoughts run too wild, it was definitely just a coincidence. Not everything was about him.

He quickly darted his eyes away, trying not to make it obvious that he'd noticed. And, after a short period of mulling it over in his head, he stood up and made his way over to her. His stride was un-confident, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to do this, but sat himself next to her anyway.

"How are you fairing?" He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in camp. It wasn't too late, but he wanted to make a good first impression, and not be the annoying one that goes around camp being super loud when everyone else was enjoying the silence.

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If you were a diety, what would be your domain?

Trickery and Darkness

You are the divine incarnation of darkness, trickery, and deceit, and of all things concealed and impermissible. You lurk in those deep-delved and far-flung places beyond the reach of inquisitive minds and prying eyes, and you shelter outsiders and empower those forced to dwell in the shadows. Mortals often spurn you or brand you as an evil deity due to your association with criminals and plotters; however, it would be more truthful to say you represent a natural antithesis to the status quo. Those who most revere you—thieves, revolutionaries, forbidden cults, and secret societies—merely seek to challenge the established order and reveal its cruel imperfections. Your mythological equivalents are Greece’s Nyx and Hermes, Scandinavia’s Loki, Eurasia’s Veles, and the Navajo’s Coyote.

Tagged by: @darlingbardling

Tagging: @harpershigh @eclipsedevune (your choice) @iron-hearts-ablaze and anyone who wants to do it :)

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Sat across the camp, Muse was writing in his journal, trying to collect all his thoughts. It was difficult, with so much going on, but, as he was always so good at, he tried to look on the bright side of things. He may be in one of the worst, most hopeless situations known to man, but at least he wasn't alone in it! The people he had met were… interesting to say the least, but at least he could guarantee they were all together for the same reason: to find a cure, and that meant little to no chance of anyone turning their back on the group.

He sighed, setting down his pen and looking up at the night sky, Selûne's tears shining as bright as ever, perhaps even brighter than in the city. Perhaps a prayer might help with all his other, more troubled thoughts?

He let his eyes close, a silent prayer to Selûne playing over in his head. He was no cleric, and expected no response, as was usual whenever he prayed, but it brought him comfort non the less.

It was only when he'd taken a deep breath and glanced around camp, that he noticed the other bard in camp looking at him. He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, wondering if it was just a coincidence, or if she'd been watching him. And if she had been watching at him— how long for??

No. He was letting his thoughts run too wild, it was definitely just a coincidence. Not everything was about him.

He quickly darted his eyes away, trying not to make it obvious that he'd noticed. And, after a short period of mulling it over in his head, he stood up and made his way over to her. His stride was un-confident, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to do this, but sat himself next to her anyway.

"How are you fairing?" He asked quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in camp. It wasn't too late, but he wanted to make a good first impression, and not be the annoying one that goes around camp being super loud when everyone else was enjoying the silence.

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𝄞𝄢 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.

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Some old art of Muse because why not :)

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"I can heal you." Muse assured her desperately, holding tightly onto Rowan so she didn't fall. He didn't believe she was alright, not when she was leaning so heavily on him.

"Your not okay!" He argued, trying to guide her to sit down. He looked around, gauging their situation. They were being completely swarmed; Shadows approaching from the right, cursed Gythianki and fallen Harpers from the right - there were just too many. But he believed they could do this, because they had to, because, if they didn't, Halsin would die and the Harper's would be left without their only in to the cult. "You need rest. We can handle this."

"Careful." He said as gently as possible, his voice shaking just that little bit to reveal that he wasn't okay either. He wasn't injured, he was just still getting used to all this fighting, and well... he was a little bit scared too. When he finally got her to sit down, he pressed his hands to the wound on her side and whispered a healing incantation. "Just stay there."

With the spell finished, he stood up and reached for his bow. He certainly wasn't a good archer, but he didn't have many offensive spells that would effective, and he certainly didn't want to get up close to those things, so this would have to do.

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

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“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.

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As Rowan ate the food Muse had offered, his fear of her took a backseat, replaced by uneasy happiness. After she took a few bites, he set his bowl down on his lap and shifted closer, sitting beside her.

"That wasn't so bad, hm?" He smiled brightly, nudging her shoulder playfully. He expected no response, he was simply trying to lighten the mood, and was surprised when she started apologising. It caught him off guard, but it was certainly welcome.

"Thank you." His smile turned more gentle when he spoke again, understanding he shouldn't be acting playful right this second. "And you're right, sorry isn't enough for what you did..." He looked down, fidgeting with the rim of his food bowl.

"But it's a start..." He nudged her shoulder again, glancing up at her with his head still mostly tilted down.

“please don't look at me like that.” /eclipsedevune (Rowan)

RP prompt - PROMPTS THAT START WITH "PLEASE..." - @eclipsedevune

Had he been staring? Muse hadn't noticed. Perhaps the shadows were messing with his head. He was finding it hard to relax here, even when they were supposedly safe, sat around the campfire and eating food. No matter how safe they were, there was always a chance of some cursed creature finding them. He had to trust that, even this deep in shadows, the Moonmaiden would protect them through Isobel's spell.

As long as they were surrounded by light, everything would be okay.

"Looking at you like what?" He asked, tilting his head and maintaining a cheerful attitude and smile.

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Romance Prompt Questions:

✨ First Times ✨

To spark some positive fandom enthusiasm, I thought I'd try creating a ~fun little ask prompt~, so here goes!

Send an ask with "The first time..." and fill in the rest with whatever you like - then receive snippets, headcanons, or a mix of both!

This can be serious ("the first time character A confided something in character B" / "the first time character B thought about kissing character A" / "the first time they dealt with loss together") or entirely silly ("the first time character A heard character B snoring" / "the first time character A's uniform was horribly out of place in front of character B" / "the first time they laughed so hard they cried together").

I encourage all writers and non-writers alike to participate however they wish! This isn't about creating mesmerizing prose, but about sharing in each others' love of the Characters™.

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Though Muse had been acting playful, he was taking this seriously, he just sometimes struggled to show when he was. Despite that, he did listen to what she said, and noted how difficult it seemed to be for her to say how she felt. It was concerning to hear she had been struggling with unpleasant thoughts, and he wanted to ask further questions about it, but he wasn't sure she'd be too willing to share. Instead, he held onto her arm tighter, hoping it might bring some comfort.

"Are you sure that's a good idea...? Yes, the Goblins need to be ridden of... But are you sure they should be used as an outlet for anger..." He sighed, perhaps he was just being silly, empathising with Goblins was the last thing he needed to be doing right now. But still, taking anger out on anything seemed... unhealthy.

"What you need is a nice relaxing evening...!" He hummed, trying to think of what could be deemed as relaxing in their current situation, they weren't exactly in a very cozy predicament. "Perhaps when we get back to camp I could play you something on my violin, hm?" He tilted his head to look up at her, a gentle smile painted on his face.

❛ 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.

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A Moment of Contact

Some little touches.

[breath] for sender to rest their face against receiver's neck.

[breathes] for receiver to rest their face against sender's neck.

[strong] for sender to rest their face on receiver's shoulder.

[stronger] for receiver to rest their face on sender's shoulder.

[whisper] for sender to brush their nose over receiver's ear.

[whispered] for receiver to brush their nose over sender's ear.

[ghost] for sender to trail their fingers over receiver's hand.

[ghosted] for receiver to trail their fingers over sender's hand.

[spine] for sender to trail their hand up receiver's back.

[spinal] for receiver to trail their hand up sender's back.

[caught] for sender to slide their hand into receiver's hair.

[catch] for receiver to slide their hand into sender's hair.

[hopeful] for sender to slide their arms around receiver from behind.

[hopefully] for receiver to slide their arms around sender from behind.

[blanket] for sender to cover receivers eyes.

[blanketed] for receiver to cover sender's eyes.

[held] for sender to snuggle up onto receiver's lap.

[holding] for receiver to snuggle onto sender's lap.

[want] for sender to hold receiver's thigh.

[wanted] for receiver to hold sender's thing.

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📖 (Rowan)

prompt from - RELATIONSHIP BUILDING - @eclipsedevune

Muse's journal was private, there were things in there that were incredibly sensitive. He didn't just write about their objectives and plans, but also about his personal feelings, what he felt about the others. Most of it was positive, some very positive, and some... not so much. His journal was an insight into how he thought, and he'd rather others not see that, so to be doing this, to be reading out one of his entries, it was... very personal.

Muse's eyes skimmed over the written text on the pages, scanning for anything that might seem appropriate to read, that wouldn't upset Rowan, but he was now realising how negative it all was. It was all about her urges, about how he was scared of her, what might happen in the dead of night. He couldn't read that out! Even the stuff about how he wanted to help her didn't seem all that appealing to read, it was all just— embarrassing. And the opposite of what she wanted to hear right now. He didn't want to bring anything urge related up.

He flicked through the pages, landing on the very first page he wrote about Rowan. First impressions would be okay to read out. First impressions were usually wrong anyway.

His eyes flicked over to Rowan for a moment, her eyes boring into him expectantly. He had to remind himself why he was doing this: to derail tension, to make Rowan feel better, to distract her from everything going on right now. Even if he wasn't entirely sure it would do any of those.

"I met another with the same ailment as me, she call herself Rowan. She seems a bit distant, perhaps a bit.... aloof, distracted. But she seems sweet enough, and she's willing to help look for a cure, so that's good enough for me! I don't care what the other two think about extea allies, we nees all the help we can get."