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"... I HATE TO BE THE BEARER of bad news... but I'm not joking..." she said after a pause.

She had considered taking the words back. After all, Puck did not seem pleased by the latest information Au'relia had given him. But lying had never sat well with her. And how could she lie to such a cute little face?

"It's um, not uh, terribly loud or anything - " she murmured, trying to soften this latest blow.

            ❝   𝐈   ⸻   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓     ？  ！   ❞     It  was  true.  Puck  didn't  know  it,  but  it  was  true.  He  growled  &  barked  in  his  sleep,  though  the  barking  was  less  of  a  bark  &  more  of  a  stifled  chirp.  Every  day,  he  gathered  more  evidence  suggesting  the  other  half  of  half-elf  was  a  dog.

His  face  flushed.  ❝  N-  No,  I  don't  ！You're  joking. Right  ？ Please  tell  me  you're  joking.  ❞

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@bloodtwin ❤️'d for a starter!

" ... DID YOU KNOW that you growl in your sleep?" she said while cooking dinner, trying to make small talk.

It was something she had noticed while they all slept around the campfire at night. He growled and made odd little noises that were far more aggressive than his personality usually was during the day.

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@havntedone ❤️'d for a starter!

"WAS KILLING THE SQUIREL... absolutely necessary?" Au'relia asked quietly, her eyes squinted like she was trying hard not to cry, even by bringing it up.

She still wasn't used to all this senseless violence out here far from her mostly peaceful home in the feywilds - but this seemed especially senseless to her. What had that poor creature done but exist?

"Are squirrels... evil around here?"

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&&. STARTER CALL. like this for a starter from Au'relia! or come throw ideas at me! <3

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WHEN HE MOVES EVER CLOSER, she takes a step back. Her nose pointed in the air as she takes a small sniff, trying to place his scent, trying to figure out what it was he was hiding. While she wasn't a particularly distrustful person by nature, any woman would be weary of a random man approaching them.

And then she catches that faint, tell-tale odor. Sulfur. Disguised well beneath other, far more pleasant scents - but there none the less.

He was from the hells, likely wearing a mortal guise to put people at ease. His warm brown eyes certainly could disarm a person, as could that charming smile. But despite it all, she still found herself rather flustered, unsure why a devil of all people would be approaching her. It made her wary but she didn't want to go jumping to conclusions. Perhaps he was just being friendly? Or warning her of something or someone near by?

"Well... I... Um..." she struggled for a moment, trying to wrap all her thoughts together as she spoke.

"I-It does often misbehave. I'm not really - I'm not very good at controlling it, best not to get too close," she muttered, eyes looking a little dejected.

She wasn't warning him away because she thought him dangerous, though she was sure he was, but because she was afraid of harming him and any other person nearby. After all, her magic was wild and unpredictable.

Even to her. Especially to her.

"It's... uhm... in the right hands anyway... I, uh, think-"

A low chuckle. His brown eyes, deceptively warm, linger on the fey creature before him, taking in her flustered state, the charmingly naive tilt of her head, and the uncontrolled little bursts of azure energy at her fingertips. Adorable, really. Like a startled pixie-wren.  

“But of course, I was speaking to you.” he replies, his voice a purr that could soothe or strangle depending on his whim. He gestures vaguely towards the fading sparks around her clenched fists. “Such... untamed energy fairly crackles about you. It sings a rather potent song, wouldn’t you agree? One would have to be remarkably dull not to notice.”

He takes a half-step closer, invading her personal space just enough to heighten her unease, his gaze intense. The scent of musk, cherries, and something faintly sulfuric wafts from him. “Oh, I can sense far more than just the potential for sparks, my dear. The Weave hums with possibilities around you – chaotic, beautiful, and oh-so very dangerous in the wrong hands.” 

He smiles, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Or perhaps” he adds, lowering his voice, “in precisely the right ones. Tell me, dearest, does such power often... misbehave?”

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❝ Oh, you're fine, really. I- Uh, I barely felt it ！I mean, it'll heal quickly, at least ⸻ ❞ Puck coughs up smoke, scorched from head-to-toe due to a sudden, uncontrollable surge of fireball from a certain someone . . .

He seems to realize how absurd he sounds, so he adds, ❝ No, really, I'm fine ！❞ with a wave of his singed arms in hopes of reassuring Au'relia. This is all very familiar to him, somehow. Perhaps he knew someone else with Wild Magic in his past ？

&&. unprompted / @bloodtwin

AU'RELIA ISN'T BUYING THAT IN THE SLIGHTEST. She had just cast fireball on one of her new companions by total accident. She had warned them all before hand that her magic was uncontrollable and often lashed out when she felt strong emotions or if she used magic in general - but now they were dealing with the true consequences of that.

"H-How can you say that when you're burned!" she whimpered, wanting to help heal him but also not trusting herself to do more damage.

She's already sniffling, trying not to cry at the fact that she had burned Puck and quickly rifles through her bag for a healing potion, trying not to freak out even more, lest she cause more damage that way as well.

"T-Take this! P-Please! I'm really sorry, gods I'm so sorry - "

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Such vibrant magic clinging to you, little spark. One must be careful it doesn't... ignite unexpectedly. Wouldn't want any unfortunate accidents, would we? [for aury :*]

&&. unprompted / @fiendishfinesse

THE BLUE COLORED FEY IS STARTLED by the unexpected voice so close to her. At first, she's not entirely certain it's speaking to her, but when she turns and sees the man who was clearly facing her, she frowns, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"A-Are you speaking to me?" she asked, stammering a bit, flustered by the unexpected encounter, flickering blue sparks stemming from her finger tips out of surprise.

She clenches her fists quickly to stifle the sudden magic, a habit by now.

Au'relia can sense something is off here, he's not what he appears. The form he wears is not his true form. But she's not focused enough to figure it out exactly, too startled by the sudden speaking of a handsome man that came out of nowhere.

"I- uhm... you can sense my magic?" she asked after a moment's pause.

He must be a strong being indeed to sense the magic coming off of her. She doubted any normal person could tell she was a firework about to go off at any time and place.

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UNBURIES MYSELF FROM THE TRENCHES,,,,,, okay what do we think of these??? instead of a million icons for each i might just use these banner things?? or should i suck it up and make actual icons??

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ASK. | RULES. | MUSES.

To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. - W. B. Yeats.

Multimuse for several BG3 / DND Fey OCS. Penned by Ivy.

Other blogs: @silvertiefling & @mvstra

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MUSES MASTERLIST.

Amatista Hyacinth. (Archfey - Disguised as High Elf.)

Au'relia MorningGlory (Naive noble Fey.)

TBA.

*All muses have main verses as a companion/tav in the BG3 universe. AND main verses as just a random person in the same universe.*

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RULES & CONSIDERATIONS.

We’re all here to have fun, so lets keep it that way. I can also be found on my other BG3 blogs @silvertiefling (MAIN) & @mvstra

OOC.

Ivy. 25+. They/Them.

English isn’t my first language & I have dysgraphia. If something doesn’t make sense or I mess up, please let me know!

Mutuals only.

No Minors. 21+. Selective & Private.

I try to keep my blog as accessible as possible, if something is hard to read or find, please don’t be afraid to let me know.

I tag common triggers where I can, but for specific ones to be tagged, please message me.

Characters opinions do not necessarily reflect my own.

Incredibly liberal with the block button <3.

HOW TO INTERACT. (Mutuals only)

Send Ask Memes (and reply to them in a new thread)!

Slide into my DM’s/Askbox.

Answer one of my Open Starters!

Talk to me about one of my wish list threads!

ROLEPLAYS.

Literate only. I don’t do asterisks RP. 

If you have an OC/Tav/Durge, please have an accessible, somewhat detailed bio.

I love random starters from mutuals.

Also love plotting stuff, my ask box and messages are always open to mutuals.

No godmodding.

No AI. If you’re using AI/ChatGPT or whatever to write your whole replies and then just tweaking them without being open about it. Just… don’t bother interacting with me.

SHIPPING.

I love shipping. That being said - I’m very dedicated to building/maintaining/discussing our characters and their ships. So if you’re not really into that, it’s probably best we don’t. I want to spend my time and energy on a few ships that will develop into something amazing, than just shipping for it to go nowhere and fizzle out.

I’m open to both oc / canon and oc / oc pairings.

This blog will have blood, gore, sex and other NSFW content most likely. I will tag as much of it as I can, however. 

OTHER.

Would rather personal blogs not follow or interact with my posts, thank you!

I prefer only interacting with single-fandom RP blogs that are BG3/DND as I get easily confused.

Not super comfortable with rping with accounts that use real people as faceclaims/icons/etc. Nothing personal, just makes me feel weird!

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Au'relia MorningGlory

ABOUT.

Name: Au'relia MorningGlory

Age: 25

Species: Fey Noble

Class: Sorcerer - Wild Magic

Gender/Sexuality: Female, Bisexual. (She/Her)

Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan.

Abilities/Immunities: Dark Vision. Fey Ancestry - cannot be charmed. Keen senses.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.

Hair: Light blue mixed with white. Braided and put into space buns.

Eyes: Blue.

Height: 5'2"

LIKES. Sweets. Affection. Nature. Giving & receiving gifts.

DISLIKES. Mean people. Liars. Blood. Gore. Being the center of attention.

PERSONALITY. Kind. Caring. Naive. A bit of a cry baby. Easily flustered. Wants to help the world, but can't handle a lot of it. Tends to take things at face value and thinks people are genuinely trying to be honest and look out for the world and not just themselves.

STATS.

STR. 15

DEX. 19

CON. 12

INT. 16

WIS. 20

CHA. 20

HISTORY.

Au'relia was born to a noble fey couple ( the MorningGlorys ) in the feywilds and left home for the first time to go and travel the world beyond it. Forced to flee to avoid an arranged marriage she didn't agree with, she's naive and confused about the world around her but wants a fresh start. She was raised with manners and courtesy - but she has no real world knowledge, having been sheltered and brought up on history and books.

However, while her wild magic was seen as a gift of sorts in the feywilds, here in the world outside of it, it isn't. It's unpredictable. Dangerous. Something waiting to do harm to those that aren't built of the same strong stuff that the fey are. The beings in this new world are squishier. Less likely to brush it off as a joke or play fighting.

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Amatista Hyacinth

ABOUT.

Name: Amatista Hyacinth

Nicknames: Tia

Age: 900+ (Looks about 28)

Species: Archfey 'Lady of Flowers' (Disguised as a high elf).

Class: Druid - Circle of the Moon

Gender/Sexuality: Female, Bisexual. (She/Her)

Languages: Common, Elvish, Sylvan.

Abilities/Immunities: Dark Vision. Cannot be charmed. Keen senses.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION.

Hair: Purple/Pink hair pulled into buns.

Eyes: Lilac.

Height: 5'6"

LIKES. Flowers. Kindness. Strength. Nature. Feywine.

DISLIKES. Traitors. Senseless violence. Gore. Blood. Herself. Pact-binding creatures.

PERSONALITY. Amatista is quiet, reserved, slow to open up as she has been burned before and wishes to keep her powers and status a secret. She doesn't trust easily, but sees the good in most.

STATS.

STR. 30

DEX. 25

CON. 16

INT. 25

WIS. 25

CHA. 22

HISTORY.

The Fey wilds are a mystical and unpredictable place, the people and creatures there are born in all sorts of fantastical ways. Amatista was one such creature.

Born of the strong wishes of an adventuring party that wished to leave the feywilds, Amatista was born from the combination of the fields of purple hyacinths and their strong desires to escape. She helped them on their way, but a few decided to stay behind and build a community on an island created by Amatista. She was an archfey, worshipped like a god by those around her, appropriately nicknamed Lady of Flowers.

A pact was made.

One that would have disastrous consequences.

Her island prospered beautifully. The people enjoyed her blessings, returning them with fervor to show their devotion. But as the generations went by, the people got greedier and greedier.

They would sacrifice more than before, things she didn't ask for, nor did she want. It started with the slaughtering of animals. Then ritualistic sacrifices of each other. It scared her, frightened her that her once peaceful community had become such a terrible and violent place. They wanted more than she could offer, but kept pushing, offering and throwing more at her - until she forcibly broke the pact herself, fleeing from her island and to Faerûn.

Shell-shocked from her experiences as an Archfey, she hides her true identity as she wanders the new land. She disguises herself as a high elf that's left home - but never stays in one place too long. For her punishment of breaking her own pact, every step she takes leaves behind a path of purple flowers. She can hide them for short periods with excuses and magic, but it never lasts.