harpersoath

[harpersoath]

unfortunately, I have book series brainrot that is not productive to here. 😞

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A HANDFUL OF MISCELLANEOUS PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue most likely taken from taskmaster, adjust as necessary

i was so shit at that.

i don't know what the hell is going on.

you know i'm strong, so if i break this, that's on you.

i'm under a lot of stress.

are you going to explain yourself?

this isn't fair.

there's a peep hole.

what am i gonna do with that?

i wish that was a joke.

was it that bad?

have you tried it?

it could take a few months.

there's something inside this.

i'm good at this! i'm very good.

can you argue with me though?

you look fabulous.

do you chase people?

we'll come back to that later.

was that wrong?

i would have done it... if you'd done your fucking job.

say it. we're all adults here.

whisper it to me.

that's enough!

god, i almost believed you.

look at me!

listen, i don't care about that.

we are lovers.

where's the cheese grater?

live your truth. if you like it, you like it.

i don't feel good saying this.

would you like some dessert?

i didn't say it was going to be funny.

this is amazing.

the least i could do was rob him.

they're all pieces of shit.

i make this look good.

how do you make cereal? do you add the milk first, or add the cereal first?

how dare you.

this has been a weird week for me.

i dressed as spongebob to go to a party.

i find it religiously insensitive.

let's never speak of it again.

are you married?

maybe you and i could hang out sometime.

i didn't realize you had a degree.

can i play a saxophone? no.

there's a dignity in total failure.

you look happy.

i am happy any day that i'm with you.

i just feel like we've got so much in common.

what life choices brought you here?

we're creatures of habit, aren't we?

would you like some champagne?

so... i've set it on fire.

when i don't smile, people think i'm dead.

he needs to smile more.

that's my favorite bee gees song.

i'm in quite a lot of pain.

am i missing something?

here we are!

what's your favorite swear word?

not today, satan.

you're doing so well today!

this is where the magic doesn't happen.

smells nice in here!

nice to know i'll never find love.

i don't know if you can tell, but i feel quite lonely.

shall we hold hands?

neither of you noticed this woman lying on the floor?

it's in your pocket!

don't know what's going on... but then to be honest, i've not had a clue what's going on for most of this.

i don't mean to be rude.

do you feel any sense of shame?

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AS SAID BY GALE DEKARIOS *  assorted dialogue from baldur's gate 3

is that... is that truly you? i thought i might never see you again.

i love you, more than i've ever loved anyone. and you've proven your love for me in more ways than even the greatest mathematicians would dare to count.

you licked a dead spider. dead spider. you licked it. that is something that happened.

i think we need to get you some air and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues.

stop licking the damn thing!

i see the art of eloquence is alive and well.

i'm awed, impressed, and a little bit scared of you right now.

nothing like a brisk stroll through the forest to invigorate the spirit.

i've never wanted to kiss you more than i do now.

right now, i need nothing more than a kiss.

tell me you feel the same way. tell me you want what i want. please.

i'll always have you.

you really would prefer me as i am?

do you doubt me?

you put the stars to shame.

let's sit here another while - i want to drink you in.

there you are.

you led me down this path.

i don't know myself anymore.

all this... it's not who i am. around you, i'm not who i want to be.

you really are absolutely heartless, aren't you?

i was hoping you'd spare me a moment.

this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on.

i think you're rather wonderful. and that's not a word i waste on anyone unworthy of it.

go. enjoy your evening.

i like that about you. it's one of your rarer qualities.

i promise we'll make it work, if you'll have me.

what are you doing? stand back! now!

i thought i meant more to you than a sacrificial lamb. clearly i was mistaken.

you've brought me right where i need to be. i have no right to ask more of you.

you're plotting something, aren't you?

i go where you go.

i'm telling you, this is a mistake.

don't worry too much. a handful of powerful spells go a long way.

hold on! it's not too late to settle this without bloodshed.

mercy is not your strong suit, is it?

well... so much for my previous sentiment.

the choice is yours. there's really no good decision to be made here.

i'll be delighted to see you try... from a safe distance.

how generous of you.

there has to be a way to stop this thing!

i have no desire to end your life. you know that.

i see the glint in your eyes. you've a strategy in mind. the same one as me, i'd wager.

well, now that we know what it is, i suggest we leave it well alone.

better be careful around here.

i'll miss you, friend. your companionship has been quite the education.

i won't lie. i miss our group.

don't worry, i'll handle matters from here.

i'm ready. are you?

we must discuss it privately.

have you lost your wits? you must not do this!

we can't afford to let that happen.

they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair's breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity.

you make me sound like some preening peacock.

i'm taking notes. making observations.

you're adorable even when you're teasing me.

you know what, i think i've clearly had far too much wine. and you've had nowhere near enough.

don't worry about me. i'm quite content to enjoy the party from here.

don't let me drag you away.

that, my friend, must remain a secret.

i do hope you know what you're doing.

might be the wine talking.

why am i doing this?

i'm sorry it had to come to this.

i'm going to bed. perhaps this was all a mistake.

careful. you don't know what i'm about to ask.

kill me, and i'll destroy the city anyway.

i want it to be perfect.

stay with me a while, will you?

i'm in love with you.

i'm many things, but coy's not one of them.

listen, i need to speak to you.

i might need you to be more specific.

i regret many things in life.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i am as honored as i am enamored.

i am not the only one who longs for you... yet you chose me.

my time is yours. what do you need?

tell me, what can i do for you?

you need me?

you look... comfortable.

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little dynamics tags boop.

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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Gives Neyvin a bushel of flowers, while visibly flustered. Do not read too much into this. This totally has nothing to do with Valentines day, don't even worry about it--

neyvin studies the assortment with a flattered smile as their own cheeks flush. They take one of the flowers out of the bushel and lean down, gently tucking it behind ist'aufein's ear.

he also uses the action as an excuse to gently tilt their head up and press a short, quick kiss to ist's lips. "they're very lovely, thank you."

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neyvin looks at shadowheart. she had given so much to get here. to turn her back on those who raised her. he did not wish for violence, it had never been in his nature to. even now, his own oath contradicted sharply with hers — one of vengeance versus one of redemption.

"i will stand by you." she says, after a long moment. neyvin's golden eyes are soft and gentle, almost sympathetic. "but, what of those here who are no different than you, who know no different? who have no other choice?" she poses the question not as a challenge but as a concern. shadowheart sought vengeance, and she was not one to say it was not a well-earned vengeance. no, she would stand by the other's side as long as she was wanted there.

"regardless of the choices or their outcomes in there," they place a hand, warm and gentle on shadpwheart's shoulder. "i'm with you." be it vengeance or otherwise. neyvin was loyal, even if their own oath wished to talk first to try reasoning.

"This won't be like the Gauntlet," Shadowheart explained to them, thinking of the violet flames on the candlebra and the scent of the undead. It didn't smell like that here, even the wave of incense couldn't mask that the House of Grief was very much alive and full of those who would seek them harm for the artifact they have long wanted to possess. "You'll stand with me, won't you? I have sworn an Oath of Vengeance ... and I mean to see it through. None of Shar's followers should walk out of here alive."

[ @harpersoath— 🌙 starter call🌙 ]

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one saturday a month me & my coworker have started lead a d&d program for 10-18 year olds at the library. today, they discovered the existence of dragon turtles.

kid 1: okay, now that i have drawn the cat-dragon what dragon hybrid should i draw next? kid 2: dragon...turtle. kid 1: oh!! me: those are a thing in d&d! :) the entire table, eyes wide: ...DRAGON TURTLES ARE REAL???

and i proceeded to show them pictures of dragon turtles on my laptop, and nothing can truly be as serotonin boosting for me (avid turtle lover) as the delight from these kids about that.

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neyvin shakes her head, "not especially, but she's a good woman." unlike most of those she works with. neyvin adds to herself. neyvin's opinion on the flaming fists was lackluster at best. she found the majority of them to be bullies and little better than the criminals they claimed to protect from. but they were sharing space and had lent several of theirs to the harper's cause here, so neyvin holds back any unkind remarks. no sense making ripples when there was only so little space. "and, clerics are in notably short supply around here." neyvin explains, with a small shrug.

he takes a few spoonfuls of the warm food, savoring it. the supplies weren't always in high stock, but callie did her best, and it was nothing to turn down. he's quite sure several of their days here in the shadow cursed lands had been sustained by good-berries alone.

"and, the harpers need you," neyvin pointed out with a chuckle. "remember y'all are the ones who can get into moonrise without a fuss. until your bunch can figure this out by getting into the tower and stopping whatever is making him unkillable...we can't do much else but wait." they give a small smile, "i'd rather be out there helping you and the rest of them, even if it is dangerous, than stay here waiting for days or even weeks."

he taps his spoon, thoughtfully, on the side of the bowl, "besides, they've gotten on just fine in my absence already." he jokes.

She takes the invitation to lower herself down to the old, well-trod wooden floor, carefully balancing the bowl as she does. Someone, at some point, appears to have made an effort to clear away the grime of long years spent abandoned, but some places are so old that being forgotten seems to have become their natural state; this, Gossamer thinks, is the case with Last Light. No matter how much they clear the dirt and dust, it always seems to find its way back, settling in thin layers on the floors and window sills.

          It’s the kind of thing she remembers caring about, but distantly, like a dream slipping between waking fingers. That girl, the one who took offense to a bit of dirtiness, has been gone a long time now. And besides, a dusty floor is better than cold, wet soil or the rough cradle of a cavern floor. Her free hand scratches idly at the wood, watching her nail drag along the grain, clearing a senseless pattern in the dirt.

          “Are you two close?” she asks, glancing at the Fist’s cloak, now carefully set aside. Of all the dark-haired woman’s ilk crawling about the inn, Gossamer supposes she likes J’ehlar best. There is a kindness about her, seated dutifully downstairs beside her unconscious charge, that her cohort often lacks.

          She simply smiles and nods at the thanks Neyvin offers, lifting her bowl to take a sip of the steaming broth. They’ve been fortunate enough to eat well on the road thanks to a combined bit of Gale’s culinary creativity and the remainder of the party’s shared foraging skills, but it doesn’t compare to a warm meal, indoors, with something besides predominantly mushrooms, berries, nuts, and miscellaneous greens on offer. The pottage, by comparison, feels almost luxurious.

          Neyvin’s question takes her by surprise, but pleasantly. Gossamer looks up, studying the lines of their face, the hesitance in their voice, and considers. She knows immediately that her answer is a resounding yes—it would be stupid to turn away any help, and the Harper has proven himself a valuable ally twenty times over at least by now.

          After a brief pause, she smiles and laughs lightly. “How could we say no? We need all the help we can get if we’re supposed to kill an unkillable man.” She leans to the side, gently, affectionately, nudging Neyvin with her shoulder. “And I’ve gotten used to having you around.”

          She punctuates the thought with another brief sip, relishing the way the warmth travels down her throat and settles, heavy, in her belly. “Are you sure, though? I know you don’t need me to tell you it’s going to be dangerous, and there’s no telling what we’re going to find at Moonrise the deeper we dig. What if the Harpers need you?”

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[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them. (Places Tsukiya in your askbox)

neyvin very rarely allows themselves to show anything beyond cheerful, if slightly worried calm. they have been accused of worrying like a mother hen, but they do very good to not show themselves as shaken or scared. after all, as a harper, there was a certain image they wanted to maintain. but, finding out that a shapeshifting wanna-be replacement to the god of murder had taken the child you had come to see as your own was more than enough to push even the usually even tempered neyvin over the edge.

she had gone to sit outside, trying to force herself to calm down. it was taking everything possible to stop her from leaving and marching out there to go rescue yenna right at this exact moment, even on her own. but she knows it's not reasonable, that doing so would be dooming herself and yenna.

tsukiya sneaks up on him. he hadn't heard the other's approach, and the large firbolg startles, turning his eyes back to look at the other. the touch isn't particularly heavy or strong, but it is grounding, a comfortable steadiness. "she has yenna..." neyvin said, his voice cracking in a way that makes him feel far from what he knows he should be. he should be strong and level headed and making plans and ideas. but, all he can do is just lean his head forward, pressing it against tsukiya's stomach and try not to cry.

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"when life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! make life take the lemons back! get mad! i don't want your damn lemons!" - Helena (@musamulta)

"i admire your force of determination." neyvin said, a small smile on his lips, "but I don't know if life listens to such requests."

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good news: it's just the flu (type a)!

gonna try to do some writing while i am stuck in the waiting room at prompt care.

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[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

neyvin don't usually seek praise for anything. they much prefer to do what they do and just move on. but, they cannot deny the rush of pride that floods through them at the silent approval of the high harper. neyvin glances down at jaheria, giving a small smile.

"thank you." she said, quietly, though in the noise and din of the inn, its hardly needed, "i won't even let it go to my head." neyvin grins.

she flicks her eyes over to where the tieflings are embracing with their family and friends once once. there is an energy of hope that has settled over last light, and neyvin knows jaheria can sense it, too. "i'm more surprised it worked out at all, i'll be honest." she admits.

he doesn't add that he had fully expected to die while rescuing the tieflings and the gnomes, willing to put himself between the absolutists and those running for freedom. but it had worked. just enough confusion had been created that they got everyone out safely. "i'm glad they'll be safe here for now."

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the expression on neyvin's face is a grim sort of determination. it's not a smile, but something close. i'd like to see him try, neyvin thinks, but does not voice it. vervain seems, much like his rider, just onrey enough to attempt such a feat

they remember the wolves on one of their first nights here. except those wolves had only been wolves in a loose sense, multiheaded chimera like monstrosities. he tries not to think about their friend's body on the ground as those creatures had tore in.

but no, these were just standard wolves. simple creatures, acting on instinct, not cruel malice. at least there was some comfort in that.

together they move forward. florence mounted on vervain is quicker to the immediate fight but neyvin is not far behind. he makes his best attempt to stay out of vervain's way.

"on the left." he calls out, on instinct. neyvin had always found himself most comfortable fighting in a pair or a small group, he was not made to work alone.

she sweeps the warhammer out, knocking back one of the wolves as it goes for the legs of the war horse. the large firbolg doesn't stop, swing after swing, even when one of the creatures catches her on the leg and she kicks it off, they use their shield to push back.

"do you?" neyvin retorts, with a sharp frown. the usually polite, soft spoken firbolg speaks with a sharpness. they were not about to run, to allow florence to sacrifice themselves for neyvin's sake.

he has his warhammer out, and shield up. ready for the snarling wolves that were prowling closer. "either we both go, or we both stay. i am not leaving you behind." the paladin said. his hand tightens on his weapon.

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gonna try to do some writing while i am stuck in the waiting room at prompt care.

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[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort. (Slam dunks Ist'aufein into your inbox)

he'd been midway through making a cat toy for grub, when ist'aufein settles upon him. no words preempt the settling. he cannot help that a small noise of surprise exits him, as neyvin hadn't expected to find his lap to be filled with drow.

they knew the day had been long. they hadn't accompanied the others out into the city proper, but they had heard of it when they returned. several less than pleasant interactions, including one involving more dopplegangers.

she hesitates for only a moment, allowing ist'aufein to settle himself more comfortably, before wrapping her arms around him, not in a way to secure or entrap ist'aufein, but more to allow her freedom to continue working on the stitches. it also adds the comfort of an embrace that istaufein could pretend wasn't one, if they wished. neyvin had come to realize that sometimes that warlock could be skittish. she doesn't want to make a big deal of it, but she can't help a satisfied smile at the initation.

they keep moving the needle through ther heavy fabric. they're are not the most spectacular looking of stitches, but they are sturdy ones and speak more to a life of functional repair versus fine needlework. they ley ist sit there for a short while, before finally they ask, "do you want to talk about it?"

the way he speaks is not dissimilar to when you are trying not to spook a cat who has finally settled into your lap. he has no real expectation of the other talking about what has prompted ist to settle on him, but he wants to leave the offer open.

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me: neyvin doesn't swear much.

neyvin, to the party yesterday: