#falûne Tav

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Nobody:

Astarion about to utterly destroy Falûnes life on a physical, emotional, mental and spiritual level:

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Astarion: all this effort to build this temple and no one thought to construct a panic room?

Falûne: *cornered by living armour all targeting him for being a selûnite* Any room can become a panic room iFYOUJUSTGIVEMEAFUCKINGSECOND!

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Astarion: my first tiefling lover in recent memory, my first ever feed, and my first time ever deflowering a priest~ my you are such a precious little treat~

Falûne: *laying beneath him clutching his robes to his chest already ashamed and embarrassed over getting excited from just his shoulders and chest being exposed to him* p-please-

Astarion: I’m going to eat you right up~

Falûne: *simply passes out from shock*

Astarion: Eh-

*10 minutes later*

Karlach: you got him hard and he fainted then yeah?

Astarion: that’s a possibility but I think I scared him and now I feel bad.

Shadowheart: THE SMELLING SALTS ARENT WORKING!

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*devil prince Falûne, deck for being a dick*

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Gale: ah, right, I meant are you studied in magic. Of which you are not.

Falûne: *sorcerer by his very nature and spent his whole life studying to control his hellish magic* … *reaches into his pocket and pulls out an unassuming deck of cards* Draw.

Gale: … *pulls one without thinking and suddenly gets turned into a sentient wheel of cheese*

Falûne: I’ll change you back when you’re ready to apologise for being rude. *walks off kicking dirt on him with his hoof*

Gale: … *falls on his side*

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Falûne: my husbands are trying to get me pregnant.

Shadowheart: but- you’re a man?

Rolan and Dammon in unison: WERE STILL TRYING!!!

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Working on devil prince Falûne’s design and I think he’d look close to his regular stories appearance but he’d have a cambions crown of horns like his uncle or the lunar crescents like his Druid design since he’s still young

But other details would be he’d have his grandfathers second set of feathered wings, his collar and his staff after taking the 8th for himself

He’d technically take his title too but as a mockery of it he’d be known as the lord of mercy, which ironically would be an even worse punishment for a devil of Mephistopheles caliber.

Lûne dethroned him but allowed him to live after practically stripping him of everything that made him a threat to the other arch devils. He allowed him to continue living in Mephistar and even governing in his stead but he knows if he sets one feather out of line he’s screwed.

During the events of the absolute he’d take lûnes tadpole addled state as his opportunity to seize power but he underestimated just how much his son cares about Falûne, and how he hates him more than he loves power.

Lûne gets his crown back and the contract between Mystra and Mephistopheles falls through because of it and on account of Lûne literally blowing Mystra up with gales orb (it wasn’t in his body at the time don’t panic gales fine).

Other elements he inherited from his grandpa and by extension his uncle include a very cunning mind, he’s able to discern everything about a person from a glance and figure out how to crawl beneath their skin to really hurt them if he needs to. He’s excellent at planning and strategy because of it too.

But he also inherited his very foul temper and when he has a tantrum everyone will know about it, but unlike his grandpa, his are usually justified by him being wronged in some way.

Like his family he also struggles with developing bonds with others, only with him they’re often always one sided with him putting in all the effort to try and gain a connection. He wants friends so badly he’ll gift extravagantly and risk getting hurt all just so he can have someone to talk to. And if he does get hurt- he won’t be as amicable as his other renditions 👀

In short, he’s a spoiled brat but he’s got a good heart and he wants to be good to people.

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So I found two heads that fit my vision of Falûne perfectly but I love the first one in particular for two reasons-

He looks so cheeky and-

HE LOOKS SO JUDGMENTAL!!

He sees through all your bullshit now Keldran!!!

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Keldran: *bloodied, bruised and burnt having narrowly escaped Wyrms rock fortress and Falûne’s unbridled fury over him siding with Gortash and attempting to get revenge on him for Aylin stripping him of his priesthood* m-my lady of silver… *stumbles back into the remnants of the cloister following the absolutes forces nearly decimating it* My lady Selûne, I sacrificed everything, I followed your command I kept him alive and under control as you commanded. I treated him with the same distain and indifference you did- a-and now you cast me aside because he suddenly proved himself?… what of my loyalty?! What of my service to you?! What will become of me?…

*lightning flashing and thunder cracking as a shadow looms over him*

Keldran: *looks over his shoulder to see an orange Tiefling in the doorway* wh-who are you??

Dammon: *silhouetted by a flash of lightning as he raises his hammer and the nails he uses for Lûnes shoes into view, smiling with an eerily cheerful grin* me? *icy blue eyes practically glowing in the darkness* I’m your very own, personal, hell.

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Lûne at the start of his journey.

Vs-

Lûne when Astarion Ascends-

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Shadowheart: it seems our Selûnite isn’t as innocent as he lets on. I saw you two sneaking off for some fun last night~

Astarion: I HEAVILY disagree! Lû, repeat what you called my private parts!

Falûne: *giggling at his reaction* why??

Astarion: Repeat what you called it last night!!

Falûne: what? your ding ding?

Astarion: Yes! NOW NEVER CALL IT THAT AGAIN!

Shadowheart: *doubles over and drops to the ground wheezing*

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Raphael: my nephew does have ultimately, one big flaw.

Gale: and that is?

Raphael: he doesn’t have a poker face. Lû stop making that face out loud.

Falûne:

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Shadowheart: I’m not surprised the height of your titles extended only to pig keeper. Even for a Selûnite you seem more suited for wallowing with barn animals than in any place of worship.

Falûne: *the curse faltering allowing his ability of foresight to rear its head again as he glares at her, seeing blurred visions of her childhood* I would say it’s Funny how you speak of animals with such distain with how you handle scratch and the cub, but then again I’m not surprised after you killed your little pet mouse, ‘nibbles’ to please your wicked goddess. *smirks as his forked tongue lines itself with venom, the curse cracking further as a fiendish mockery leaves his lips before he can speak* No wonder you’re an orphan, I can’t imagine anyone wanting such a horrid child.

Shadowheart: y-you- *clenches her fist and steps forward*

Halsin: Okay that’s enough from the both of you. *steps between them* lûne go over there, shadowheart go back to your tent-

Falûne: why am I in trouble? It’s not my fault she’s such an unloveable monster.

Halsin: Lû- *sees the purple hue to his eyes and horns* that’s enough… *pats his hair grounding him back to the present*

Falûne: *blinks thinking he’d fainted again* I? What? Happened??…

Halsin: *sighs* oh Lû…

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Dammon: Karlach? Are you okay??

Karlach: oooof, yep, just my time of the month.

Dammon: ah, periods, I remember those. I don’t miss em.

Karlach: …

Dammon: oh- um, p-please don’t make a big deal, I’m tr-

Karlach: YOURE PREGNANT?!

Falûne: no but he and Rolan have been trying to get me pregnant.

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*some emerald grove devil au to smack you over the head with a hammer*

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Falûne: *walking to the gate of the grove with the group, stopping in place as he sees Dammon still there. All the other refugees gone on their way leaving the blacksmith behind* D-Dammon?! What are you still doing here??

Dammon: After, last night… the idea of leaving without you by my side held my feet firmly in place as all the others left… I’d like to travel with you lot if that’s alright. I can repair your weapons and armour if needed and… I am fairly decent in battle if need be.

Astarion: ugh! Great another stray to join our-

Karlach: *covers his mouth* we’d love to have you gears! I’m sure between you and I we can tell our bluebell all about the hells and his homeplane!

Lae’zel: a master blacksmith is a useful ally, and one enthralled with our leader is all the better in my mind.

Shadowheart: Well, his work did save us from getting our teeth kicked in these last few days. Why not.

Gale: I’m all for it, the more the merrier I say!

Wyll: as am I. But, I believe it’s Halsins call, he’s potentially courting his son after all.

Halsin: hm, my boys old enough to make his decisions himself. *smiles warmly and looks at lûne* go on son.

Falûne: *heart a little torn having shared a dance and a kiss between him and Rolan the night before, but unable to say no to those beautiful eyes* so long as- you don’t mind sharing my tent~?

Dammon: *tail swishing giddily* A-Ahhha, I’d be a fool to say no~

Halsin: slow down you pair.

Falûne: Ugghhhhhhh daaaad I’m 21!!! *stomps off ahead dramatically*

Halsin: exactly and you’ve your whole life ahead to get to know who you’ll be taking by the horns!!

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Falûne: *worn out after barely getting the group to last light, the curse crumbling faster than he can recover from after encountering a mirror like the one that Viconia used to seal his mind away. Then ‘selûne’ refusing to answer his pleas to guard him and his friends through the darkness leading him to further question his faith. THEN almost getting killed by Jaheira. Now grappling with the knowledge the Tieflings he’d fought to protect are now either dead or captured as Rolan drunkenly berates him* I-I’m sorry…

Rolan: Sorrys not going to bring Cal and Lia back. It’s your fault they’re gone, you put all those stupid thoughts of heroism in their heads!! *reaches for his drink without looking back for it, a firm red hand handing him a glass of non alcoholic cordial instead*

Falûne: then it’s my responsibility t-to bring them back- *stumbles back as Rolan explodes at him*

Rolan: OH PISS OFF WILL Y- *suddenly drops like a fly, falling asleep in an instant*

Falûne: o-oh dear- m-Mr Rolan? *tentatively tries to help him only for Astarion to drag him away*

Astarion: ugh, leave the drunk to sleep off his foul attitude.

Falûne: *looks back as the strangely familiar barkeep gently lays a blanket over Rolan and tucks another under his head* o-okay.

Magadon Kest: *catches his eye as he disappears into the inn* poor boy… what has the world done to you?… *sighs looking down at Rolan as he sleeps* that’ll teach you for being a brat… *looks back at the kids* alright little ones, off with you I’ve got it covered here. And if he calls you a ragged little devil again, punch him in the groin. *chuckles watching them giggle and run off* … *sighs and starts cleaning the bar, making eye contact with Raphael in the corner* …

Raphael: … *gets up and saunters over, sitting at the bar* I was worried you were about to kill the boy…

Magadon Kest: odd of you to care about the life of a random ill tempered tiefling.

Raphael: I’d of incinerated him if it weren’t for lûnes feelings… I’m certain he has more than just a soft spot for the wizard… a similar one for the blacksmith too. I prefer both of them as options over the Blood sucker.

Magadon Kest: the pale ghoul I saw leading him away like a stray puppy?…

Raphael: *nods, eyes locked with his in a knowing, inviting stare* …

Magadon Kest: *probes at the corners of his brothers mind, surprised at how easy he grants him entry, then immediately recoils, mortified at the visions before him* he wants to-

Raphael: Create a beast powerful enough to siphon the souls of the gods. Then do to him, what he did to you…

Magadon Kest: I was only able to allow his ascension to that of a Demi god… with that power- we’d all be doomed…

Raphael: *nods* So- we need to find someway to break them up without breaking his heart and breaking that curse because if that seal breaks with it while he’s hurting such a great loss-

Magadon Kest: *realising how far the curse has gone and it is to breaking* …Oh for fuck sakes Raphael why didn’t you get me involved sooner?!?!

Raphael: I thought I could handle it I never accounted for his father to be crueler than our own!! But now we’re running short on time and I need- *blinks as a lil hand plaps a drawing on the bench*

Mol: *drew out a detailed plan on how to kill Astarion and hide the evidence*

Raphael: …I’m admittedly a little afraid at how quickly you got that done, Mol.

Mol: I’m efficient. *slides another page up, a drawing of her ‘new family’, Raphael, Maggie, Lûne and all the other kids*

Magadon Kest: Aw! how sweet!

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Shadowheart: *looking away from Shar, then to her parents, already deciding to not bend to shars will but not wanting her parents to suffer* wh-what do I- *looks to lûne for help only to see his eyes completely white, grinning darkly up at Shar with a toothy grin that could make the darkness itself shudder in fear* n-not again- lû- lûne snap out of it!! I need you now! Please don’t give in! Don’t- *freezes in place feeling her very soul cower in terror as he looks right at her, still smiling*

Falûne: *speaking without moving his mouth. Speaking with a voice both not his own and entirely his own. A chorus of over 7000 souls all squirming to speak over the others* “It. Will. Be. Okay…”

Shar: So this, is the devil my sisters Paladin kept? The beast that drove him to breaking his oath and pleading for my aid? A pathetic and broken child indeed…

Falûne: *not looking at her, still focused on shadowhearts direction, his grinning mouth opening with what at first looks like sawdust expanding in his mouth, still smiling, still looking so calm as his face begins to split open, into two, four, then six, as if being ripped apart by unseen seems. Then exploding in a swirling torrent of dusty sand, the stench of sulphur, brimstone and hellfire cutting through the emptiness of the shadowfell, its silence replaced with the agonised screaming, wailing, and pleading of the body’s forming in the dust then crumbling away again, clutching at the bones of the collosal beast Lûne had formed. 6 skulls forming one, massive, crown, and a single, glowing white eye staring eye level with Shar as the pure chaos energy he was made from radiates off of him* …

Shar: *suddenly realising why her sister was so afraid of him* You dare threaten me in my own r-… *stares down at the skeletal hand puncturing her chest*

Falûne: *silent, the screams silent. Everything so still, and so silent* …

Shar: *almost amused* Insolent creature. You think- Ngh- what are you-d-doing??

Falûne: *a single, melancholic voice echoing above all others, his own, from when he was a child, when he was innocent, when he was truely happy* “What I was made to do… Kill Gods.”

Shar: *eyes widening in unimaginable horror as the silence is replaced with a cacophony of screaming, not just of the 7000, but of all her followers, her worshippers who lûne had slain, who the harpers and Druids had laid waste to, who shed abandoned to die at the hands of Yurgir. All of their suffering, all of their rage, their fury, directed at her as they flood into her through Falûne’s arm, sand filling her insides, unrelenting as she begins to swell up and rip apart, unable to grow to escape it, unable to change her form, Falûnes claws having a firm grip on her very being and everything she will ever be and not be. Only able to look down in horror as bodies emerge from the dust and clamber into her form, one after another, unending, agonising, a pain so powerful only a god could comprehend it and suffer* y-you- *stares into the glowing eye, seeing the very cruelty and malice she’d yearned to harness for herself, chaos and darkness, the certainty of death and suffering all comprised into one being made of pure hatred. And for once. No longer yearning to have it for herself*

Falûne: *not looking away, simply pointing a bony finger of his other hand at Shadowhearts parents. Silence making his point clear, what he wants*

Shar: I- *looks down in mounting horror as her arm snaps off, dry, crumbling like a statue as the sand destroys her from within, souls hungry, desperate, devouring her, siphoning her power back into the fiend holding her hostage by her cold, black, heart* I WILL SET THEM FREE!!

Shadowheart: *blinks as the wound vanishes and her parents collapse* m-mother! Father! *runs towards them but hesitates, looking up to see Lûne not moving, not releasing Shar… not granting her mercy* l-lû… Lûne snap out of it! This isn’t you!

Shar: *legs both detaching from her hips as her hand falls off from the wrist, crumbling away faster than she can comprehend* I-I freed them! I set them free! Release me!

Falûne: *six of the skulls opening in a mocking laugh as he speaks* I am granting you your reward. Shar. *squeezes her heart tighter as she’s reduced to nothing but her head and chest* now, you can truely embody nothingness… by simply, no longer, existing… *draws back his arm ready to rip out her heart and kill her* Good, Bye Sh-

“That’s enough, child… Do not stoop to the level of your maker… you are better than this…”

Everyone: *standing in stunned silence as falûne transforms back into the sweet blue devil they love, floating down into the palm of an awaiting hand bathed in a moonlit glow*

Selûne: *lance in hand. Smiling gently down at Falûne as he rests in her palm, unconscious, filled with the power he’d stripped from Shar, exhausted, but otherwise just fine* That was too close… to damage the balance of the universe at large would have, severe consequences in store, and he’s suffered more than enough… *carefully raises her palm, kissing his horns to put him into a peaceful, dream filled rest* Go now, all of you… *smiles and lays him down, letting Shadowheart pull him from her hand and embrace him, just as cautious of her as she is Shar*

Shadowheart: W-will he be okay?… *holds his head to her chest, carefully propping him up against her*

Selûne: With you looking after him? *smiles warmly* Absolutely, child… *casts her hand over them, suddenly restoring her parents to as they were before Shadowheart was taken* go now. *casts them all from the shadowfell before looking at the remnants of her sister. Her broken form unable to repair itself, powers siphoned from the inside out and barely more than half a face and an empty heart* … *runs her through with her spear, finally winning their battle* it’s over…

*that evening*

Shadowheart: *trying to spoon feed Lûne after he refused to eat again* please, I know you’re grieving what happened with astarion and w-with what’s happening to you but you need to eat-

Falûne: I nearly destroyed her… I wanted to destroy her…

Shadowheart: y-you didn’t lû, that wasn’t you that was that thing again it- it’s not you-

Arnell: *walks over and gently takes the bowl* let me have a chat with him little Robin… I’ve got it.

*10 minutes later*

Arnell: *walks over with an empty bowl* he’s so much like you… I think it’ll be good for him to share his healing journey with you.

Shadowheart: we… well look after him then… when this is all over he’ll come with us. Wherever we go. *stares across the room at Astarion admiring himself in the mirror* and nobody will get in the way of that…