#mvstra

[bloodtwin]

damn she really said that to me

[dev1lsadvocate]

"I shall take legal action against Mystra. After all, homophobia is a punishable offense in the Nine Hells, as stated by the Infernal Codex..."

*clears throat very audibly*

Infernal Codex, Article XIII: Protections and Responsibilities of Pactholders

Clause 4: Equal Treatment Under Infernal Law

Subclause 4.3: Discrimination based on race, gender, orientation, or planar origin is deemed a violation of infernal equity and subjects the offending party to punitive measures.

"And let it be in the record: attempting to assassinate the prosecutor's office constitutes obstruction of justice. And I believe everyone here can attest to the delightful moment when she wished both Raphael and I to spontaneously explode. A bold move, but ultimately quite... incriminating, because..."

*clears throat even louder*

Infernal Codex, Article VII: Preservation of Infernal Order

Clause 8: Obstruction of Justice

Subclause 8.2: Any attempt to hinder an infernal investigation, conceal evidence, or interfere with legal proceedings shall be considered a direct assault on the authority of the Archdukes and punished accordingly.

"And let's not forget that she deleted her post, which, of course, qualifies as evidence tampering. How utterly predictable, but also a law violation..."

*repeatedly clears throat*

Infernal Codex, Article IX: Evidentiary Standards in the Hells

Clause 3: Integrity of Records

Subclause 3.1: The destruction, alteration, or concealment of evidence within an ongoing legal matter constitutes a breach of infernal order and is punishable by the immediate forfeiture of favours owed and potential imprisonment in the River Styx Reformatories.

"Therefore... Her threats and attempts to conceal her misconduct only exacerbate her case, adding charges of obstruction of justice and evidence tampering to her growing file."

[demonwebs-a]

*a magic book appears in front of him, titled: how to treat women and their hair - mystra*

❝ ... excuse me - if this is veiled criticism about me , ❞ not veiled , really . ❝ i won't hear it , and i won't respond to it . ❞ like he's doing now . he mumbles something incoherent in high drow . ❝ ... like it's my fault your hair is an entity that glows ... ❞ he's keeping the book .

[deathratled]

*turns him into like... 80 cats*

All of the cats proceed to fluff up, backing away from each other and then running in all different directions--

Absolute chaos.

[demonwebs]

*turns him into a cat*

❝ meow ? ❞ strange . he doesn't feel like anything changed . what spell did she just do ... ?

[aracnaregis]

"There are times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change."

"Oh, dear Mystra," The spider takes a sharp inhale, pretending to be dramatically wounded, but quickly drops the act, her expression shifting to a flat, uninterested boredom. "I take you exactly as seriously as you deserve. Perhaps you’re mistaking my amusement for a lack of respect. That’s on you, isn’t it?"

[estarion]

　　　btw , @mvstra — thank you for always letting me rip out strands of your hair. i love killing things.

[harpershigh]

I leave you guys unchecked for FIVE MINUTES to behave like a cat at @dev1lsadvocate and when I come back-

@thenextchapterbegins hits me with a steel chair you can be a mayoral candidate in Brasil now

@soulswearied changed URL for the fiftieth time I love you but I almost unfollowed by mistake SORRY

@demonwebs is climbing walls esse menino andou ouvindo Luísa Sonza

@baldurianrogue is pranking people into seeing his clown

@mvstra is trying to get Vhaal killed by his true goddess

People are throwing the grandma in a mosh pit honestly I agree she deserves to accidentally maim someone as a treat

@marigoldbaker is bullying people into romancing Jaheira I knew I could always count on you

Did I miss something else?

[spiderwarden]

Lolth asked me to pass on a message, oh look, it says 'minthara's a little shit', that's what it says, it's signed and everything, incredible, heartless, but incredible, truly -

Come closer, I want you go return a personal message to return to her. It’ll come in the form of (drow phrase equivalent of ‘my foot in your ass’)

@mvstra

[bloodtwin]

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。 。 。

             latest grave robbed: puck's new sugar mommy question mark who said that 。

@mvstra ⸻ ❝ Get over your daddy issues and throw Bhaal in the trash and convert and MAYBE you can join my animal menagerie - ❞

             ❝ That's literally what my entire character arc is about, ma'am. ❞

Well, not the converting part. But it could be. He supposed.

             ❝ Do we get to wear collars ？If yes, I will convert. ❞

[harpershigh]

@mvstra

Jaheira stumbled into the Stormshore Tabernacle, rainwater streaming from her clothes, pooling at her feet as she stood there, breath ragged, hands clenched at her sides. She had tried everything. Everything. Every spell, every ritual, every alchemical trick she could think of. Every name, every favour, every gram of magic she had ever learned — useless. Katya was still... A wolf. No, thanks to her, now she was a sheep. Because of course, if there was something Jaheira was good at, it was making things worse. For all her — supposed — wisdom, all her battle-hardened experience, had nothing left. Nothing except this crushing, suffocating feeling of helplessness.

She ran a trembling hand through her soaked hair, eyes darting wildly around the temple as if an answer would suddenly appear among the flickering candlelight. Was this her fault? Where did she go wrong? Had she been too hard on the girl? Had she pushed her too far, expected too much? Maybe this Absolute nightmare had shattered her in ways that couldn't be undone. And the worst part — the worst part — Jaheira couldn't even remember the last words she had spoken to her. Some thoughtless, mundane nonsense, probably. Something useless, like 'I’m going to buy some eggs.'

Her throat tightened, and her hands flew up to her face, wiping at the wetness on her cheeks, though she'd blame it on the rain if anyone asked. If Katya never changed back... She squeezed her eyes shut. No. She couldn't accept that. There had to be a way.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Jaheira stepped toward Mystra’s altar, the water at her feet rippling outward. Shit. She wasn’t a cleric, damn it! She was never a woman of prayer. She respected and praised the gods — Silvanus, Mielikki, the natural order of things — but this? This desperate plea to a power beyond her understanding? This begging? It wasn’t her way.

But for Katya?

Jaheira set her jaw, reached into her soaked satchel, and pulled out its contents on the altar. An offering. Yes. Gods liked offerings.

A cascade of glittering gemstones tumbled free — a rainbow tourmaline, its shifting hues catching the candlelight like a trapped sunrise. An amaratha, deep and rich as the last embers of a dying fire. A beljuril, its iridescent surface shimmering with an almost otherworldly glow. Scattered among them were a handful of other gems, all blue, each one gleaming with cold, liquid brilliance, like frozen droplets of the ocean. And finally, a generous spill of gold coins clinked softly against the smooth altar, pooling like fallen stars at the feet of the Goddess of Magic.

Please. That was all she could think. Whether it was a plea to Mystra, or just to the empty, indifferent air — she wasn’t sure anymore.

Jaheira stood over the drawn... transmutation... or whatever it was... circle, arms crossed, brows furrowed in intense focus as she observed while Katya sat in the middle, ears pinned back and tail flicking with growing impatience — or despair. Or hopeless.

“Okay, it's going to work this time. This is a perfectly fine… ah… transmutation circle. I think. Just stay put.”

Jaheira reads the words, muttering the incantation, channeling the magic. The air around them shimmered, the runes flickering to life with an ominous hum. But then, right at the middle of the procedure—

BOOM.

A puff of glittering, unstable magic erupted from the circle.

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL—" Jaheira coughts, blinking hard to keep all the magical dust and chalk from her eyes. When the dust cleared…

Katya was tiny.

Like, pocket-sized tiny.

Roughly the size of a particularly fluffy housecat.

“Oh, dear...” Jaheira said, staring down at her. Then, with a snort, she crouched and poked Katya’s absurdly small, furious little head. “Oh, I like this.” Jaheira bit back a grin. “Alright, alright. Hold still, it's not over yet. It must be a... uh... side effect?”

She continued the incantation, the magic flaring brighter this time—

And suddenly, Katya was huge.

Not just ‘a bit taller’ huge. Giant, towering, could-punt-Jaheira-into-the-next-plane-of-existence huge.

Jaheira took a slow step back, craning her neck. “...Oh.”

The Harper, now alarmed, flipped through the notes in a panic. “Ah, yes, let’s just—one more time—”

Another burst of unstable magic shot out, and when the dust settled—

Katya was now a sheep.

A very disgruntled, very fluffy, very done-with-this-nonsense sheep.

Jaheira clapped a hand over her mouth, but it did nothing to contain the absolute howl of laughter that burst out of her. “Oh—oh no, this is—this is just—” She gasped for breath between cackles. “This is perfect.”

But the laugh was short-lived. She was trying to get Katya out of wolf form back into tiefling, not into another animal. If nothing, the proble just got worse. She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry.” The words felt raw in her throat, heavier than she wanted them to be. “It’s terrible,” she admitted, shaking her head. “And I’ll help you. I promise.”

So she turned on her heel and walked out the door, determined to find something — anything — that could help Katya.

Her search had taken her not only through every inch of Sorcerous Sundries, down to its shadowy corners where dubious merchants hawked scrolls written on suspiciously fresh parchment, but also even the infamous Devil’s Den had become her haunt. She barely spared the dark-eyed dwarf woman behind the counter a glance as she placed another coin pouch on the table.

“Anything about involuntary transformations. Lycanthropy, arcane bindings, cursed bloodlines — if you’ve got it, I’ll take it,” she said sharply. The woman smirked, her teeth too white, but wisely said nothing as she handed over a brittle stack of scrolls.

Once back home, Jaheira reached for a jar of powdered ruby — expensive, but essential — and carefully sprinkled it over the new sigils, which now looked more like a map drawn by a drunk cartographer. Next, she placed a vial of moonstone essence in the center and surrounded it with three candles of differing heights. "Perfectly balanced," she muttered. "Like everything else in my life.”

Now it was time to address the wolf — or rather the sheep — in the room.

[dev1lsadvocate]

"Colour me shocked — Mystra, homophobic? Oh, darling, do her clerics know about this? Because I imagine that might be a bit... inconvenient for some of them."

@mvstra

[demonwebs-a]

*dumps a bunch of glittery and fancy new hair brushes and accessories in his lap* do my hair.

❝ my ... looks like someone has missed my lovely hands . ❞ and if someone happens to overhear that ... good . ❝ i don't hear the magic words ... aren't you're supposed to be very good at those ? ❞ yes , he does think he's very clever .

[deathratled]

@mvstra | Cont from here

He'd almost forgotten his own little 'transgression' by the end of the day. So there's some measure of surprise as he finds himself dreaming of Mystra. Except... no, this isn't a dream is it? Even if it was strange enough to qualify as one.

No, it just seemed Mystra was that petty.

"Oh it must have killed you waiting all day for this. Did my words truly irk you so much?" He couldn't deny the hint of satisfaction the thought gave him. That he'd pissed her off enough to make her confront him. Her face was one he truly never expected to see again.

"Hello, Mabon." The words are spat with a sarcastic venom as he crossed his arms. "I see not even death is enough to keep you down."

[dvilsdesire-a]

@mvstra

Raphael: "The crown???? Thank you. Bye."

[bloodedhearts]

create a monster, and i will show you your reflection.

The Shadow On The Wall

You don't even see it, at first. A haze in the flickering candlelight, a sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. And then - there. Standing before you. A shadow not cast by any light; a shadow that stretched from your chest and birthed itself into the gloom. It has no expression, but still you get the sense of a malignant grin. There are words whispered in the dim light - words you recognise, every dark thought that runs through your mind, every malicious impulse, every wicked instinct. The shadow's hands flex, its fingers dancing. Who would know, after all? Who would know that you were the source if this shadow acted on those things you never shared, the secrets you hid in the dark recesses of your mind? You incline your head to the shadow, a smile spreading on your lips. Tonight, your hidden self dances in the darkness. And you will love to hear the screams.

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