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━━━ IT IS A CURSE, A BLESSING AND PROGRESS

#CHAOSORCERY - ind. selective EIRWEN DUBOIS oc-tav-companion from baldur's gate 3 . wild magic sorceress . @chaostring's twin sister . sideblog . as written by vic (she/her . +30)

━━━━━━ AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.

#♪ ; promo. #( jazz hands )

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two hard truths you'll read on that post:

you should love OCs. i know you're here for the canon, but give 'em a chance.

i AM the most wonderful person. an honor to rp with. lovely and amazing. a blessing to your dash.

listen you all, I know there are so many beautiful and wonderful Tavs out there, but you all should follow @chaosorcery and her annoying (sorry not sorry) twin @chaostring because my SH is heavily connected to them and the twins are just awesome and we all need to learn to embrace and love OCs more. Vic is an absolute sweetheart. I know her for 8+ years and I never met such a lovley person as her. Her Lydia and Francesca is still my favourite ship to date despite its "only" being a friend-ship. She still makes me cry on a daily base ok. Please give Vic a chance, she is the most wonderful person you can meet.

#♪ ; out of strings #( U CUTIE IMMA CRY ) #( she's so nice to me ;; ) #( if not for her i would have deleted this blog ) #( pls follow her shart and sing 'baby shart tutururuturu' ) #( LOVE MY TWINS THEY'RE A DISGRACE )

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𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

#♪ ; promo. #( imma scream into the wind I'M A SUCKER FOR SOM BLUE ) #( go follow! ♥ )

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NATURE'S SERVANT AWAITS

#THEHIGHHARPER - ind. private jaheira from baldur's gate, primarily BG2 / will indulge with BG3 verse if asked very nicely / mun is +30 and tired 27/7 / slow activity / sideblog.

#♪ ; promo. #( N A T U R E ' S S E R V A N T A W A I T S )

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i should listen to myself when i say 'don't make an oc. just don't'.

#♪ ; out of strings

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Eirwen: SO Shadowheart turned against Shar. Lorelei: Yes! Eirwen: Lae'zel turned against Vlaakith Lorelei: ... Yes! Eirwen: Isobel is the only one that remains faithful. Lorelei: Where is this going? Eirwen: The only way to be really faithful... Lorelei: ...? Eirwen: ... is to fuck your God's daughter. Lorelei: ... brilliant.

#♪ ; twin string . eirwen #( honestly i'm a gift to your dash ) #( and the twins are a menace to society )

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lorelai will be sorely & desperately missed

"S H I N Y"

She loves the shiny stuff. She wants to share the shiny stuff. A candelabra on top of Karlach's head. Two goblets as Minthara's gloves. Lorelei is 100% sure the plate decoration is an earring, and she's wearing it that way.

"Karlach GAVE ME SHINY THINGS"

#infernaliscor #♪ ; vicious mockery . crack #( eirwen says you can kill her and she won't hold it against any of u )

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His embrace had to mean there was, indeed, an afterlife. Jergal had written her name and her fate had been sealed, signed. But it hurt too much to be what death felt like… didn’t it?

He still felt cold, like the real him. He still smelled of blood, the woods, and something alike a frightened animal. Her heart still did that thing it did whenever he touched her, pumping as if it was its last.

So not dead. Her eyes opened partially, calling the blurry image to clear and give her the confirmation. It fell on deaf ears, since it was only his voice that brought her into reality. He had always been her anchor, when her mind floated away somewhere he could not reach. But he was there. And she was alive. And he expected an answer for her idiocy.

“Because we are no more we”, she replied, matter-of-factly. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world. As if it didn’t need more explanation than that.

With curiosity, the back of her hand stroke his pale jaw, painting the alabaster skin with deep blood red. The bandit’s, her own, it didn’t matter.

“If I get hurt, you get hurt. And you’ve been hurt enough. When you were mine, and I was yours, it was your decision. Your fate and mine, linked. You were hurt, and I didn’t like seeing you feel my pain, but ultimately it was your choice. We’re not we anymore. We are you and me. Me and you. My pain. Your pain. Mine. My pain is mine. You’re not mine, Astarion”

It was not her intention to finish that sentence and her caresses at the same time, not a conscious decision because those she just didn't know how to make. But by coincidence, it was at that exact moment where she removed her hand and instead crossed it over her chest.

“Why take control over you again, Astarion? Why force you into pain? For suffering that is not yours, when that's... all you've known?”

A cardinal glimpse across the battlefield showed Halsin’s fur caked in blood and some poor sod's head crushed beneath one of those colossal paws, Karlach halving another two bodies in a single fell cleave, and Lorelei struggling to keep up as usual.

There were greater things in his orbit than some bard with a gift for mistakes.

Or so Astarion told himself. Yet to every deadly blow fended off on successful manoeuvres was another flurry of jabs his own body suffered due to somebody else’s monumental fuck ups. A poignant reminder, the byproduct of a tactical error which had the spawn’s lips lined with blood and his nose trickling with it. 

Perhaps the fault had been his own, after all, for still keeping that damn ring around his finger the same way Lorelei managed to keep that ragtag bunch tied to her fucking hamstring; miraculously. But they needed her still.

I need you still.

Because Cazador wasn’t eating dirt just yet and Astarion lacked the charisma to bring everyone together for that fork in the road.

Minutes bled into hours and the battlefield counted bodies like sheep. One practised half-pirouette from the darkness’ recesses dodged him both a stray arrow and a blinded swing all at once, and the rogue emerged with a swift slash past the defences of sorcerer and ranger alike. A deadly kiss of dual wielded daggers which tore right through the carotid arteries of both men. Their bodies added to the pile.

Wiping his blade clean with a sweep of the tongue, Astarion got a load of what remained of their cosy encampment within the Shadow Cursed Lands' dreadful embrace. Eyes first scanned their surroundings. Zeroed in on the commotion taking place around the body of a lover– former lover – who shouldn’t have been downed before he was. Such was the nature of True love’s caress: fates entwined. With an ornament of that calibre weighing like a ton of bricks on his ring finger still, the pale elf was brought to confusion before his eyes could catch up with his thoughts.

Shit.

It would seem a little negotiation with Withers was in order. But why... Where?

And just as gold called to him like the siren's song, Astarion's gaze was pulled towards the glimmer of silver rolling down Lorelei's cleavage, branding itself into the dirt. Pretty little idiot had removed it mid-battle- but to what end exactly? And while her body breathed its last in the arms of another, the rogue had already counted his coin to barter her back to life. Scratch her name off the scroll of the dead and right back into his rightful arms.

"What in the sweet hells were you thinking, removing that ring? We were just fine!"

He should have dropped her to the ground right where he stood. Would have, had the woman's looks been a little less worse for wear just then, but Astarion didn't think Lorelei above taking enough fall damage from such minimal height to kill her again if he did.

Spending any more gold on stupidity was sacrilege.

#sanguisarcana #♪ ; v. broken bard #♪ ; ♥ true love's embrace · sanguisarcana #( it's SO DIFFICULT to write explanations as her SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ) #( anyway thanks ü )

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"This is why everyone likes your cousin Jarlaxle more"

Minthara 'When I said we could use a bard i meant a SANE one' Baenre.

stares very hard at @chaostring ,

#♪ ; vicious mockery . crack #( OH NO SHE SAID IT )

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SnATCHES instrument away (HEWO THERE!!!!!! STRANGEER)

"How am I gonna serenade you, Minthy?!"

Filled with purpose and artistic urges, Lorelei grabbed a rock and started banging it against the ground, making awful, horrible sounds.

"Oh with hair white as expired milk, pretty and soft as silk.

Smile a sharp as Mizora's eyeliner, sword as pointy as her ears, words as cold as Astarion's briefs.

Will you grant me my wish, I'll scream it to all our peers Can I please, please nibble on your ears?"

#spiderwarden #♪ ; vicious mockery . crack #( I'M SORRY AHDKJASDHKJDA )

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grabs harp.

pokes @darkschosen

clears throat.

"BAAAAAAAAA-BY SHART, TUTURURUTURU, BABY SHART TU TU RU RU TU RU~~ ♪"

#♪ ; vicious mockery . crack #( this is art and i will not apologise )

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Lydia, my ego is hurt, I need my daily ego boost. I was rejected by this damn woman once again. Imagine I want to settle after 600 years for an HALF elf and she keeps gushing about her godess of darkness instead. Tell me I am pretty

"Lady of Sorrow guides us---

I'm kidding you are beautiful amazing astonishing smart capable regal elegant and what does she know tho, she was in a cult, i smell pyramid scheme right there, BE YOUR OWN BOSS AND BRINGER OF SHADOWS, ASK ME HOW kind of stuff and also did you look at the company she has? a teddy bear with rage issues, a wizard who dies of 1d6 'Being my ex girlfriend's leftovers' damage, a man with daddy and evil-devil-mommy issues, a toad with somehow similar rage issues, a giant who smells of bear crap, and a fucking vampire who doesn't die OR shine with glitter under the sun. preposterous.

also her hair is horrible."

#♪ ; out of strings #( look at my other muse roasting ur fav LOOK AT IT )

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Translation: explain one thing to me WHY DOES RAPHAEL HAVE A THEME SONG

#♪ ; out of strings #siimplewolf #( shart: STOP JOINING IN THE CHORUS WOMAN ) #( ro ALWAYS gets my muses she understands them to their core )

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She’s laying on the ground, her feet dangling happily and her chin supported by her hands. Her eyes close as she moves her head to the rhythm of Aurora’s lyre, with nothing but enthusiasm not only for the moment itself ( the beauty of Aurora sitting there, the calm of the wilderness ) but because music was a soothing balm for Lorelei.

“Of course there is hope because… you ARE hope. Everyone has hope but you’re made of it. You are what hope looks like and what it sounds like”, she speaks once she is sure Aurora would not play again, almost pouting, “Life is hope. We wake up, we move, we eat because we have hope. Hope for today, for tomorrow. For… more than tomorrow? If we don’t have hope, when why live at all? It’s our energy—it’s our main fuel and our last resource. But you are hope! More than the rest! Because you’re not only hope for yourself but for others. You’re like the sun, you spark and you shine with your own light, and the sun doesn’t get to have seasons. It has to be there and shine, and you ARE there, always shining—”

She remains silent for a few moments, maybe more than what would be considered normal, until she finally understands.

“OOOOOh you meant the lyre! Nope, you’re terrible!”, a grin, “Keep playing!”

❝ i like your spark! ❞ ― @chaostring , ( howl's moving castle : accepting )

She feels like she's been at it for hours: strumming the strings on her father's lyre until her ears are ringing. No matter how hard Aurora tries, music doesn't seem come naturally to her. That doesn't stop her efforts, however, much to the chagrin of everyone in their vicinity, save for probably Lorelei. The bard's enthusiasm, albeit a little misplaced, is heartwarming if nothing else. It's the only thing that keeps Aurora from chucking the ornate instrument across the campsite. Instead, she sets it in her lap and sighs. "Please tell me there's still hope for me. Even if you don't really mean it."

#divinelght #♪ ; v. broken bard #( LEI PLS DSDJADADGSADHGSA ) #( they're besties best of besties )

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STARES AT THE CAMERA LIKE I'M IN THE OFFICE.

#♪ ; twin string . eirwen #( i'm still laughing i'm sorry i'll stop )

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Lorelei's bardic inspiration sounds like "This is not the end of the road for you. You did so much and you're going to do more because destiny is not done with you, there are still so many tales of you left to sing and praise-- you just have to steady the hand that turns the page around. I believe in you, and it's not wishful belief, is the result of everything you went through to get here, the strength, the sacrifices, for you have been so brave" Eirwen's peptalks are like "so we're all gonna die. I suggest cleaning up so we may become presentable astonishing corpses"

#♪ ; out of strings #♪ ; twin string . eirwen #chaosorcery #( how to tell the twins apart: let them speak )

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Inbox call! ♪ Like this and one of the twins (lorelei / eirwen) will go to your inbox. and be chaotic. It runs in the family apparently.

#♪ ; out of strings #( u can comment if u want one of them specifically ) #( if not i'll roll a dice idk )