#[ and so does shi'ndra ]

[spiderwarden]

Hey, your headcannons and musings on Minthara are really cool! How do you think a scenario between Minthara and a romanced Tav/Durge would go where her partner learns about Minthy's kid back in Menzo? (Assuming a universe where that datamined speak with dead dialogue is accurate)

I ADORE exploring ever possible aspect of Minthara and yes, that includes treating her child that she had back home as an important part of a portrayal. (In which I do I incorporate a lot of the existence of this daughter she had a lot, especially in my writings with @menzoberras and sometimes with her karlach on @infernaliscor )

(I treat every bit of canon, datamined or not as some sort of canon, for an example her early access selves I treat them as younger versions of herself because technically they ARE but I just make it in world.)

Okay so lets break this down for a second and treat this like canon for a moment. Let's assume that she has a child back home in Menzobarranzan, the exact quote that her corpse says when you use speak to dead on her in act 1 goes something like 'kill orin, then find a home to raise my daughter in.' which implies that this child is so very young still. Young enough that she is easily forgotten if she's away for too long so we can assume that this little girl is still an infant when she leaves an starts her conquering march on Menzobarranzan.

if that's the case why doesn't she mention it in game? let us take a moment to remember that when you save Minthara from the towers, she has LITERAL BRAIN DAMAGE that is not speaking of. Remember how they were blasting her tadpole and trying to make her into a thrall? There are memories of hers that are literally smashed and cut away from her because i imagine they literally create thraws by doing what - destroying the brain and who they are. Minthara , is likely aware that she has a child but cannot recall much about her outside of the motherly nature that she had that makes her think about this child often (that is, until she comes across her Drow baby daddy that is by chance Tav.)

Now with her relationship with Dark Urge and how supportive she is and how loving she turns. Her dedication is based out of love and adoration on top of a shared Oath to take on the Absolute and take vengeance agaisnt Orin. And once that is complete the bond that would be shared between them. I think - the reaction of her having a living child would depend on the choices and opinions of the DURGE themselves? Depending on which they choose when it comes to their father Bhaal, and the fact that she literally can get pregnant from them at the end of the playthrough. (Let us not forget Minthara has Bhaal's approval when it comes to what the Father of Murder thinks of the chosen partner). And whichever child is born of Dark Urge and Minthara? Will certainly get the upbringing of a warrior and every bit compensated from Minthara's lost time with her daughter back in Menzobarranzan.

(also juicy potential for that daughter to come seeking Minthara's head later)

[avernusfuries]

NAME?: Hannah!

PRONOUNS?: She/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Karlach [ you are here! ], My original, Shi'ndra over on menzoberras, and Anne Bonny over at paddyfuck!

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EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been roleplaying since I was 11 years old. 19 years. Been on this particular hellsite since I was 17.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I love all of it, but if I had to put it in order it would be: angst, fluff, smut. Smut is last because I need to have a little bit of a rapport with the mun/the muses and mine before I dive headfirst into the smex.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Honestly? I hoard memes for when something tickles my fancy. I tend to thrive better on starting on the fly, then plotting as we go along. :)

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ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: A little? Mostly the ADHD lends to the bubbly energy but I think that's about it!!

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[menzoberras]

“You shouldn’t let her do that. She may get used to it.”

"And what a pity that might be." Maydril loved to chew his hair, and Shi'ndra, ever the obliging father had always let her. He worried a little that the arrival of new teeth would be something of a pain, and if it put it to rest, he could handle needing to rewash his hair when the day was done. She did not do this to Minthara in the same way, gum at the thickness of the braid and he understood that it might have something to do with the slew of products she used on her hair to make it so beautiful. While his own hair was not dull, or badly taken care of, it lacked the same shine of his wife's. "I do not mind it," he said, and it was said with a goo at the smiling baby into the cheek of their daughter. "And nor does she. Look at her smile and tell me that you have the heart to tell her no."

[menzoberras-archive]

Post Moonrise Towers, she’s having an incident. I NEED IT.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

There it is again. That faraway look that tells him that she is no longer with them. He doesn't question it because he isn't sure that Minthara wants him to pry that deeply, no matter how deep the connection is shared between the two. That raw, bare-faced honesty that's provided by their minds feels invasive to pry into, and he has long-since learned of the repercussions of elbowing in where he is not wanted. Shi'ndra wonders if she knows that she gets that look. Where the eyes glaze over and no amount of waving a hand in front of her face could truly bring her back.

Touch works. He learns that fairly soon after they save her from Moonrise Towers and all that they have subjected her to in the time between raiding the grove and their arrival in the Shadow Cursed lands. He wishes he could take what hurts her and bury it deep into his own heart and mind so she could simply be without the pain of it. She has told him some but not all. He does not ask because he is certain that she does not want to tell. She will in her own time, he knows, despite the gnawing curiosity that pools in the pit of his stomach.

Tonight they are alone. The campfire roars between them, and they sit side-by-side. Touching, slightly, at the shoulder. Shi'ndra moves to touch the swell of her jaw and it seems to pull her attention from the flicker of flames. Not enough. He cups, then. One side of her jaw and then the next until he can lean and press his forehead against her temple. It is an age-old gesture of their younger years in Menzoberranzan, and he can feel the point where she returns to him in the sudden and deep inhale. "I am here," is all he says, his head tilting back to brush his lips against her brow. "From the moment we met, to this very moment and all of those beyond it, I am here. And so are you."

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. / @spiderwarden.

[balduri4ns]

🗨 @menzoberras | ♡ starter call.

there is a pounding, like a consistent drumbeat against the ears. it is his blood crying out for an act of carnage and gore. he turns in his bedroll - side to side and stomach to back and back again. behind closed eyes, he sees a vision: bare hands stained with blood and furiously ripping at the corpse of a young man like some SAVAGE ANIMAL. he wanted to believe that it was a bad dream, but the act of it seemed so familiar.. hands flex by his sides, hands itching to tear anything, anyone, apart. the hunger doesn't subside even as he jolts upwards and awakens. hands wring together as if trying to wipe away the blood that had appeared in his dream. it was concerning - this monster inside. none of the others had such compulsions to burn the world. no, that was merely his own depraved mind. astarion might like the destruction, but only if he's in power too. he doesn't not know about how shi'ndra or any of the others will react to these dark urges.

septimus stands and walks towards the lake their camp is near. perhaps the coolness of the water would allow him to shake these thoughts out of his head. shoes are taken off as toes dip into the water and then a pebble is taken, thrown skillfully along the surface of the water. it skips a few times before drifting to the bottom. so acutely aware of everything around him, he knows someone approaches.

a look is thrown over his shoulder towards them. " looks like neither of us are getting a good night's sleep. does something trouble you too? " he beckons them closer, until a thought crosses his mind - septimus could take the other's head and hold it underneath water. how long would it take for him to expire? it wasn't something septimus truly wished to test as he swallows down a lump that had formed in his throat. " i want nothing more than to know who i am.. but, what if i don't like that version of me? should i simply forget it and start anew? " musing out loud, he sighs as he looks towards the moon. " tell me about your childhood. perhaps if i hear these stories, it will help. "

[menzoberras-archive]

For her, he would raze cities to soot and cinder for just a shadow of her smile. He has thought of what he would do in her name and finds that there would no limit to it - one look from her and he turns into a purring kitten, not quite the sharp-tongued and stoic soldier others know him as. Minthara, to Shi'ndra, is the small pocket of happiness he grew up believing he would never truly have, and the fact that she chose him and only him? Well, he's entirely grateful and entirely dedicated. Had it been any other drow at the goblin camp, he would've wandered in there, taken out all the goblin leaders and swaggered back like, okay let them leave so I can leave too, I want to go home B(

And, let's be real, everyone in the party thought he'd frozen because it was a female drow as one of the leaders, not quite knowing or understanding that it is not only the love of his life standing there, but viciously threatening to take Spike's tongue.

Also when she does the "i will be most grateful ;)" and blasts sexy things into his mind, he has to sit down cross-legged and wait out the frisky so he's not walking funny trying to hide the fact that he is, very much, 🍆

[menzoberras]

@illithilit asked: "We face the world together now." ( dax.)

What must I do, he had thought, to end this all. It was supposed to be as simple as a draw in of breath, and a slow, steady exhale. Find his wife, return back to their life in Menzoberranzan, raise their daughter and however many came after her. Not this scramble to follow trails that would grow cold, not the parasite that wiggled almost painfully behind his eye, not the grating worry that leadened his stomach and ground him to the point of worry that he felt moments away from emptying what little he had in his belly.

None of it would be worth the cost if he did not find her alive. Shi'ndra did not know how he could read him like an open book, when his pages were horribly stuck together and stories were kept behind grit teeth. The sunlight was his worst enemy. Even with the slight resistance the parasite offered, it did little to push aside the inevitable headache that rendered him useless come day's end. He longed for the comforts of his home that felt centuries away from now.

For a moment, his lips curled into a proud sneer, but even that fell flat, and his shoulders sagged. "And how am I to trust that the moment I let my guard down, a blade does not find its way to my throat?"

Just like home, he mused to himself. As close to any comfort as I might get.

With a long blink and wrinkle of his nose, he reached for the flavourless fare the camp's wizard had rustled up. It would do, for now. Perhaps it might settle his stomach.

Lolth, he hoped so.

[spiderwarden]

makes humping gestures @ his wife when he thinks no one but her is looking. "u + me = 👉👌"

She snickers when she watches him make the crude gestures, and says nothing so he continues to make the motions with his hands. Minthara always enjoyed the extravagant streak that Shi'ndra has in him, and this was a constant reminder of why her eye was drawn to him in the first place. Minthara then looks around - ensuring that no one is looking before she does it back, but then points at him, then holds her hand up👌, and then herself before holding her other hand up -👉, and mimics the gesture in the same way. But a complete opposite meaning.

@menzoberras is here making Minthara laugh, and it's how he got her heart to begin with.

[menzoberras-archive]

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer

The intimacies afforded to those in love were never something he had ever expected to have. Some dream of it in a way he never has before yet, in this small pocket of quiet where it is only him and her, he never wishes to be without it. Not the comfort of being alone, nor the unpredictability of random lovers to warm his bed as he has hundreds of times before in his life, nothing could truly compare to being loved by her. Shi'ndra tries to play it cool, falsify an aloofness that he struggles to truly mentain when she is like this around him; open and warm, loving and delicate though he knows those loving hands of his could choke him dead if he displeased her.

She would be right to it, if he ever did. He would let her. Minthara's hair is immaculated cared for. Finer than his own and infinitely silkier, yet she takes great delight in combing through his tangles with her fingers. He barely winces when they catch on a knot, because it is his fault for not combing it better. Only so many hours in a day, and most of them see his hands full watching over their daughter as she goes about her business. He is more than happy to retire his sword on a more official basis, because it offers him moments like this.

Shi'ndra does not expect for her hand to linger as it does, and he doesn't bother to hide his surprise. She always could read him better than anyone else he has ever met. Even the slightest turn away of his eye would see those fingers grasp into the hardness of his jaw to turn his attention entirely to her. In this moment, he does not look away. He turns his face into her palm so his lips might brush against the softness of it, and he smiles. That is an expression so light, and one that brightens his expression.

"I will take care to comb it better," he says brightly, before she can comment. "I have been busy as of late, my love."

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. / @spiderwarden.