#falûne Tav

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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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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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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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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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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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*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: *gasps in overwhelming excitement before running off into the treeline and returning with seemingly a huge handful of weeds* LOOK!

Shadowheart: he’s lost it.

Astarion: yes darling they’re very big clovers-

Halsin: Not clover, Wood sorrel! that solves our bland seasoning problem! Well done lû!

Gale: you can- eat them?

Falûne: *beaming with pride over Halsins praise, stowing the plants in his bag* yes! It tastes like lemon but more refreshing! I used to eat it and wild berries when there was little to none leftovers for me.

Shadowheart: you ate- weeds?

Falûne: they’re just wild plants, and it was that or drinking a bunch of water and eating the stale bread I fed to the chickens-

Gale: *grabs his stupid pretty face* ARE YOU SURE YOU WERENT ABUSED?!?!

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*Some more of The emerald grove devil au~*

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Falûne: *now in his 10th year, sighing and sitting alone on the hill overlooking the inner sanctum of the grove*

Halsin: *walks up to him with lunch* why so blue little moon?

Falûne: *looks up at him sadly* I can’t do it papa… I tried so hard but I just can’t wildshape. I tried every animal I could think of but nothing sticks…

Halsin: *smiles and sits beside him* well your wings do look quite bat like, have you tried a bat?

Falûne: yeah… I even tried a dragon but all I did was give myself a headache and made the squirrels laugh at me… everyone else here has animals they can shape into so easily but I can’t even get one right…

Halsin: don’t give up son… *pats between his horns and hands him his lunch* why don’t you spend this afternoon playing instead of practicing? A little break will help clear your head.

Falûne: maybe… *starts eating*

Halsin: you’ll find your path son, the oak father will guide you where you need to go.

*that afternoon as the sun sets and the moon begins to rise*

Falûne: *walking back up the hill from the beach with a bag of shells and a big stick to carry them on, his seemingly immortal large white pig Hen following beside him* do you ever feel, like you don’t belong here Hen?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: because I do… devils belong in hell and yet I’m here. Papa says Silvanus will give me guidance but will he want anything to do with me?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: I guess, I mean, I can talk to you and other animals so, maybe…

Hen: oin- *squeals and suddenly barrels off up the hill and to the grove as a large creature gallops into view*

Falûne: h-hen! I- *looks up in fright as a large horn points its tip directly at him before raising up slowly as a unicorn stares directly at him*

The unicorn: *looks at him silently, as if waiting for something* …

Falûne: h-hello.

The unicorn: *voice feminine but strong* Hello. *moves closer, curious as to why her mistress chose an infernal to bless*

Falûne: *nervously holds still, his little body trembling so hard the bag of shells begin to rattle as he holds up his hand and touches her shoulder in greeting* u-um… *looks at her to see her eye locked firmly onto him* c-can I help you?

The unicorn: no. I am here to help you in fact… lay worship as you would to the oak father… let my mistress heed your invitation…

Falûne: *too young to fully comprehend what she’s asking of him but understanding how to give offering* um… *feels his pockets but finds nothing before remembering his shells* oh! *sets his bag down and picks out the nicest ones with holes in them* um… *awkwardly takes hold of her mane and braids the shells into it* I-is that good?

The Unicorn: *almost smiles hearing her main clink like a wind chime, feeling a presence of the huntress as the gift is accepted* Yes… *steps back and rests her horn between his, it’s spiralled shape glowing a soft white as a blessing is cast* May the hunt, guide you. *turns and gallops off, disappearing into the trees as the chiming of her mane fades with her*

Falûne: … *watches her go and feels a strange energy course through him, inviting him almost to invoke a form* … *crouches down onto all fours and focuses on the presence before transforming into a unicorn foal* … I DID IT! PAPA I DID IT I DID IT! *whinnies and kicks his hooves as he gallops back into the grove kicking up dust as he goes*

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Karlach: moonpie, did you keep just pigs and chickens?

Falûne: oh no, we also had a couple cows and a donkey, and father superiors horse before he died of old age, and we used to keep geese and roosters but we had to get rid of them.

Astarion: why’d you have to get rid of them?

Falûne: because they kept attacking father superior. The chickens called their final attack on him ‘doomsday’

*Doomsday*

One of the geese: There he is! This’ll teach the cruel bastard! For the blue boy!!

The roosters: CHAAAAAARGE!!

Keldran: *looks down as the geese and roosters rush him* GODS DAMN IT IVE HAD IT!! *runs and jumps back over the fence to get away* SHITE THEY CAN FLY!!

Falûne: *standing there watching it happen as he lets the chickens out of the coop* oh goodness not again.

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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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Falûne: Mr Gale what are you making?

Gale: ah! These are called pancakes! *hands him a plate* I’m afraid we’ve only got honey to go with them though.

Falûne: oh that’s okay- *takes a bite, ears dropping down and eyes growing dewy as he stands there in stunned silence* mm?? *starts eating it slowly as he begins to cry*

Gale: I? Lû? Are you okay?

Falûne: y-yeah I just really like it… it tastes, like a warm hug…

Gale: … *puts another on his plate* then you can have all the hugs you can stomach!

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*Matchmaking with the emerald grove devil*

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Falûne: So, Karlach, now that you can touch people again have you got eyes for anyone?

Karlach: hmmm Wylls pretty cute, but I’ve seen Fangs making eyes at me. Though I think he just wants a nibble.

Falûne: perhaps you should take him up on said nibble? Not just because I’d like him to stop feeding on me and papa I mean but… I think you two would be cute together.

Karlach: really? Hm… I suppose I could take him for a spin…

*meanwhile*

Shadowheart: You still have eyes for our little devil even after his father threatened your life? If you want hellfire warmed blood so badly why not go for Karlach?

Astarion: because she can snap me like a toothpick, she’s a brute, she’s dull and she’s… annoyingly kind and it makes me want to be kind back…

Shadowheart: sounds like someone has a cruuush~

Astarion: I do not. Have. A. Crush.

Shadowheart: fine, keep telling yourself that~ but I think you should give her a chance… you two would be good for each other.

Astarion: hm… *glances over seeing Karlach playing with her hair and glancing at him* …maybe…

*that evening*

Falûne: *peers over to see Astarion and Karlach sneaking back to her tent giggling* Yes!

Shadowheart: *high fives him*