menzoberranzanprincess

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🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics

✨ ― i love the way you write

💫 ― i enjoy writing with you

😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy

(yeah ok I know I was supposed to pick only a few but it was hard enough to not put them all here so...)

M OH WONDERFUL M! HOW YOU GRACE ME. With this things I find it right only to compliment back so here we GO.

You are so utterly pleasant and honestly have such a vibrant warm energy with just enough chaos that I can only call "peak Jaheira energy". You breath such life into our favorite Harper and have also given me some more knowledge about the older games! You're writing is also fucking immaculate and always such a treat to read no matter who you're throwing at me (Mizora always makes me fucking snort ngl). Also I am utterly impressed by your efforts to make Jaheira in the DATV character creator because like?? its so close and the amount of PATIENCE.

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{{Im so tempted to, as a funny, do a "starters as stuff ive said to my friends" because i say the weirdest damn shit ESPECIALLY when im gaming

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  ooc meme to show appreciation to your fellow roleplayers. use one or combine multiple to tell them how you feel about them / their blog. doesn't take a lot of time to send in but might brighten someone's day.  )

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

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Send me "📚" and I'll post a starter with a line of dialogue from a book of my choice!

send "book" if the emoji isn't showing!

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{{This for Minthy too. Feel free to send me your OCs and Canons, even if its multiple, that you want me to bother. I will randomly as I have juice throw starters at you <3

{{Saturday I'm going to be sending out asks to everyone I currently don't have a thread with! If you want to send me a plotting message to start establishing a Canon for our blorbos feel free but it will take me a hot second to respond. I want to, in my half mental health breakish, at least get stuff sorted and organized as well as figure out stuff and get familiar with everyone's characters more. Feel free to send me asks too but I will be prioritizing shorter responses and throwing any long stuff into my drafts to do when I get juice. I also may start a little tracker for Canon rps and "The story as it happens" for both me and everyone else}}

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*plops down right in the middle of Minthara’s map — while she’s trying to read it, of course*

"I am trying to study routes to our destination, not your breasts." Minthara scolds like one would a dog before stepping behind Mizora to continue looking at her map.

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Another Minthara doodle (more in my style this time) since you all loved the last one so much 😼

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[[Sorry for radio silence i am, unfortunately, a resident of the USA and as such have been utterly pummeled by everything going on and for my mental health have been knee deep in the priory of the orange tree and crocheting. Will return soon dw just need to not be taking 8d100 psychic damage every ten minutes

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Releasing her hold she loudly groan like a child. He could at least humor her, give her something to work with, hells she would even duel him despite him being lesser.

"You're no fun," She grumbled as she put her dagger away, her usual frown on her face as it normally was. "It was a measure of skill, I have no interest in separating your head from your shoulders."

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{worse uncle niece dynamic in the world ?/lh(light hearted) }

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The mercenary leader looked at her, bored really. Couldn't they find some other way to attempt to kill or intimidate him? He sighed " Minthara, did your mother put you up to this? I promise its not worth your life to try and take mine. " Many had underestimated Jarlaxle and all of them were dead. With a flick of his wrist he had conjured a magic dagger into one hand letting the tip of the summoned blade poke at her stomach. Though as he did that several hand crossbows clicked behind her.

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"So an angel sired you, peculiar." She hummed. Minthara was happy she had taken it well and even happier she had answered so cleanly. Deciding to indulge the Drow pressed further as she may not get this chance again.

"Do you know much of your angelic kin, or are you simply a spawn and nothing more?" She asked thoughtfully. "If you wish not to indulge my curiosity it is fine. I appreciate your honesty regardless and can turn my attention else where."

Like for a starter to kick off the new year for anthelion @warwaited //Anthelion

Warriors were common. Minthara had seen many different kinds in her life but never one such as this. No one was quite like Anthelion ,both in appearance and as a person, so the drow was curious to say the least.

"You," She pointed a sharp finger at the other woman. "Tell me, were you touched by a god to end up this way or do you hail from goliaths? I've not met either so pardon me if the question is insensitive."

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Mouth partially open and several blinks later Minthara finally was able to mentally process this situation enough to respond. "You do know there are laws right? Or do those laws not apply to elderly senile women?" Minthara was less worried about law breaking and more about drawing unneeded attention to themselves but she had a good feeling that sentiment would be lost on Jaheira so she decided to keep that to herself. One of their number getting arrested was not ideal, especially if it was their 'favorite' grandma. She'd probably start a prison riot and then they'd have so much more to deal with on top of saving the world.

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

Her head snapped to the druid, a voice that can only be described as an overly stressed mother concerned by her child's latest shenanigans emerging from her, "What do you mean you set it on fire?! Can you not make water?!"

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Forty? Forty?! Was forty young for someone like her? Something Minthara had yet to adjust to was what those on the surface considered 'young' and 'old'. In the underdark you were lucky to even reach adulthood and with Drow the number that marked societal maturity was higher than most yet lower than other elves. Minthara herself wasn't young but she also was not an elder. Middle aged might be a good way to describe her relatively but she wasn't really sure how she 'fit' with the rest of the group. Something she wasn't going to do was admit this cultural barrier and her lack of knowledge, holding any questions and turning to books later.

"Being visually intimidating always has its uses," She remarked. Being brightly colored could tell the creatures looking to prey on you that you were dangerous as could being spiked and rugged. Others were also less keen to approach someone who looked dangerous or mad. Of course it also caused trouble but looking too soft also brought just as much trouble if not more. "But wanting to be comfortable, especially after living most of your life, is more noble than being intimidating. If you can afford such a luxury why not take it?"

The underdark was harsh and comfort didn't mean what it did for others. For many drow comfort were several armed guards you'd tested and tried enough to know they weren't nearly as likely to slit your throat as everyone else. It was also nothingness. No one around for you to second guess the intentions of. No clear dangers or threats. Just you and the comforting darkness as your home. For Minthara it was her garden. Not the one that currently lived out of planters but the one she had lost to the absolute. The one that was currently sitting un-cared for and probably over grown if one of her relatives hadn't raided it for their own collections.

Being able to achieve a comfortable life in the underdark took work and sacrifice and often marked your life nearing its end. Jaheira still seemed to have life in her as well clearly made the choice to be comfortable. If she wanted she could go back to her 'wild' ways. Cast cities aside for uncut stone and dirt. It was a choice people like Minthara didn't get often and when they did its one they never had for long. Maybe that's why she admired Jaheira some and thought it worth paying tribute to her. Jaheira lived a life Minthara would be lucky to have but couldn't afford.

Presents Jaheira with a bracelet clearly made from some sort of snake like creatures vertebrae, "For you my harper."

Jaheira's eyebrow arched as she took in the unexpected gift, her fingers brushing its surface with cautious curiosity. The gesture was more surprising than the item itself — Minthara wasn’t exactly the sentimental type. And those words, “my Harper,” lingered in Jaheira’s mind, leaving her wondering if it was meant as some sort of mockery or a genuine token of appreciation.

"Thank you..." Jaheira turned the bracelet over in her hands before sliding it onto her wrist. "But may I ask what inspired this sudden burst of... generosity?” she asked, her eyes flicking to the drow with a mixture of curiosity and dry humour.

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"At least do most of your bleeding by the wizard, he can make himself useful and whisk it away." Waving her hand dismissively Minthara did cast a glance at the wound. While nagging she wasn't cruel, well at least not to her traveling companions right now.

"Do you have a potion or do you need me to tend to you?" She asked as she returned to the book she was holding, pen in hand. Minthara wasn't doing anything special. She was just updating her own log of the alchemical ingredients and various potions and solutions the group both had and needed. The woman could spare a moment to wrap a wound or clean it, especially if it got the wounded out of her hair.

"You could at least not bleed on the rugs. It takes SO long to get the blood out and it stains if you aren't fast enough"

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Actions speak louder than words

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

Minthara was no stranger to blood and she was no stranger to caring for herself. She preferred it, especially now, but light cerulean hands took that honor now. If the woman cleaning her had been any other maybe she would be enjoying this, maybe Minthara would even be relax, but it wasn't. It was Mizora. It was a devil whom she didn't trust in the slightest.

Devils were tricksters. They had their own agendas and cravings for power. Life's of mortals were currency to them and something fun to play with. They were not 'charitable' and they were not kind without cause. They always wanted something. None of their actions could be shrugged off as pure nothingness. Minthara knew of weaker people who operated similarly. They were a copper a dozen in Menzoberranzan if not in the entire underdark. So she did not fall easily to a devils luring and, despite care being taken with her, she was ever alert and on edge.

"What is it you want?" She asked as monotone as she could. Antagonizing any one of power was unwise, especially if that person was a devil. While paranoid Minthara was not stupid. She had manners and knew to be respectful. Mizora would be treated like she had her mother and aunts; stone faced cold respect and absolutely no emotion.

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so... i've set it on fire. (No clue what Mizora set on fire. Good luck Minthara.)

The fire of the hells was not kind. It was unrelenting and as greedy as its inhabitants. So, of course, when someone came from the hells there was always the chance something would go up in flames.

This time the blue devil had came unannounced as she usually did and set one of Minthara's plants on fire. At least the snake had been kind enough to tell her. but that was her only grace. Using a towel to beat out the flame and frowning at the charred mushroom before her she glared at Mizora.

"Shouldn't you be better at that?" She scoffed, motioning at her poor shroom. "Landing on mushrooms and setting them on fire hardly seems fitting of someone from your, supposed, station and power."

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Munday thingy ma bibber

Last song: The bird song (with Em Beihold) by Noah floersch

Favourite colour: Pink

Last book: The Priory of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (I just started. If you want the last book I read fully it was: Hell followed with us by andrew joseph white)

Last movie: Detective Pikachu

Last tv show: i don't watch TV BUT the last anime I watched was Total Fantasy Knockout, the last I finished fully was sugar apple fairy tale (I fucking love that anime watch it)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I like sweet and savory. I love beef stew and soups.

Last thing I searched for online: "Current time in China"

Current obsession: The book I am writing......and infinity Nikki

Looking forward to: Not having a sore throat and my Lego bonsai tree getting here. It's snowy and dry and my throat hates it and I need my bonsai tree so I can feel a drop of joy (I'm being dramatic)

Tagged by: @harpershigh <3

Tagging: Honestly anyone who wants to do this but also needs an ice breaker for me to be nosy.

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my sweet girl and by sweet i mean evil and crazy 🩵🕸️