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Starter Call!

Like for a starter ;; bonus points if you say who you want it from. Will be generic for multis unless you say who it's for!

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Whispers and rumours

Little murmurs in your ear... feel free to change pronouns!

"Did you hear what they said?"

"Did you hear what they did?"

"They cheated, you know."

"He doesn't really love her."

"She doesn't really love him."

"They don't really love each other."

"I heard them screaming at each other last night."

"I heard they do weird things... in the bedroom..."

"They went to the hospital. Again."

"He found someone else's pants in their house."

"She found lipstick on his collar..."

"They've been screaming in their sleep, you know."

"The police were knocking at their door the other."

"I don't truth him as far as I could throw him."

"There's nothing going on, right..? Hmm..."

"A likely story."

"Someone's been spreading rumours about me."

"Why would you lie about me?"

"They told me what you said about me!"

"Stop spreading lies behind my back!"

"I'm fucking sick of you and the things you say."

"Why are you believing them? They're lying about me! I never said that!"

"I've had it with you believing everything people tell you!"

"I'm not a liar, I'm a truther. I'm - I'm telling the truth."

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"I'm fine." even the naturally husky voice was rougher and deeper now, and Caedes could hear it, their throat aching already. They grimaced, and took the skin, taking a slow drink. The cold water was both delicious and horrendous on the tender flesh... resisting to urge to lean into Rina as they grimaced, raising a hand to rub over his scaled snout. "It'll clear off... just give me a minute or two..."

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Rina sat beside the Dragonborn, watetskin in hand. Her expression was firm, yet clearly concerned.

She popped the lid off and held the waterskin to Caedes' mouth. "Drink." She ordered firmly, she was going to take absolutely no nonsense from them. She used to do this all the time when she was younger, taking care of people when they were unwell, she had a natural gift for it. But nowadays... well... she didn't exactly have the social skills for it anymore.

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"You're mocking me." Caedes' said, low, hinting on a growl as they stared at the vampire. "I do not tease about the urge and it's danger. I am... a wild animal, barely caged. I do not wish to hurt anyone, but the hunger... is undeniable." they exhaled sharply. "You need not worry about seeing me coming, Astarion. You won't, blindfold or not."

"While you're at it, take the blindfold. Tie it gently on me. Dont wanna see but feel the things you're gonna do to me"

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// negative stuff under the cut. immensely sorry for this being on your dash, folks. keep yourselves safe first and foremost. don't read if this is going to be a trigger.

just fucking relapsed. had a panic attack couldn't ground myself so relapsed. if my partner checks my arms again he's going to be furious. yet this is kinda his fault bc he wouldn't give me space when I asked for it. christ. idk. sorry folks. nowhere else really to vent.

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Admittedly, now that he'd been thrown off the track of what he'd been rambling about, Gale was aware that he was rather tired. And sore. And a touch hungry. The journey had been a long one, his body was suffering for it after years of - well, comfort might be the wrong word, but - he hadn't really gone wanting for anything… except company, and freedom from the orb, and - well. Regardless. Soft beds and food had always been easy to come by before. Now…

His mouth opened, ready with a retort, and then he met her eyes, cowed, and shut it again, clearing his throat. "Yes, I must - acquiesce to such a thing." he allowed, softly. Stubborn fool? Well, he should object to that statement, truly. Stubborn, perhaps so; but no fool! Only, well, it was clear past actions belied the truth of that statement, too.

"Perhaps it is a good idea if I get some rest." he admitted, "Will you partake yourself?"

Jaheira folded her arms, staring at Gale with a look that was equal parts exasperation and concern. “Yes, I noticed. Once you get going, you keep going, and going, and then — oh, surprise! — you forget that your body needs things like food, rest, and the occasional break from whatever grand theory is rattling around in that head of yours.”

She sighed, shaking her head, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “So go on. Get some sleep before you collapse mid-sentence. I’ll take watch tonight — no arguments. I’ve wrangled enough stubborn fools in my time to know when to put my foot down.” She raised a brow, a silent challenge. “Unless, of course, you think you can win an argument against me. In which case, I almost look forward to your attempt.”

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Soft. Warm. Immediately, they were leaning into the touch, eyes shutting as he exhaled slowly. Caedes didn't want to give into the desire to sleep, knowing the risks that came with it... but the words were encouraging. They doubted it, they did, but... the whiteness around them was warm, and so gentle... immediately, they tucked their face into Zahari's chest, shoulders slumping. "I worry." they murmured, "I am... exhausted, I know it," it was the first time they'd admitted such a thing instead of insisting on their strength. "But I cannot allow the urge to... I cannot risk hurting anyone again."

Zahari's golden gaze softens as he spots Caedes slow, waving tail. Caedes can be very expressive. Zahari finds the tail wags especially endearing. "You're a horrible liar," Zahair chuckles, sun kissed hand coming to give Caedes's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"You will be fine if you let me take care of you," Zahari adds with a gentle smile, white wings coming to engulf the two of them in a soft hug. Arms wrap around Caedes in turn, although he keeps his neck away from his mouth, just in case he gets the urge to bite. "Will you let me try to cast a sleeping spell on you? It might help."

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" we can face these monsters together . " (For Caedes from Erthzen! Fellow durge moment...)

Breathing hard; fighting to maintain control. The words are jarring. He wonders, as they often did, how well they must have known one another before. Memories stripped away, and yet both tormented by this desperate, terrifying Urge. "Yes." they agreed, breathlessly, clenching their eyes shut, trying to put aside the damage they might do together. Against one another, perhaps; but more terrifyingly, what they might do if their twisted minds decided to work together... "We must fight it."

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"Oh, you are quite right," he flushed slightly, the druid was rarely given to feeling chastised about - well - anything, but she was quite right. He was crowing somewhat, and why not? He felt great pride in what he could do. Most blessed, by the Oakfather's gifts, but…

"Of course." he said, after a moment, "Your case is one that I am not nearly as familiar with; my knowledge is that of nature's, on the whole. Whilst I can heal, and study the plants and animals, and detect what foods are poison and what are hale… I cannot know what it is like to be born as you are."

He reached out, with the immense delicacy of someone who had handled fragile birds, feeling the edge of the feathers. Softly burred, as spoke of the owl-like nature of them; although true silent flight would be difficult at the size of a person, there were many magical blessings on show here. He was careful not to touch too much, not wanting the oils in his hands to strip away the natural coatings of the feathers.

“You keep crowing like that as your head will be as big as your muscles.” She teased. “Though it is beneficial to know when others are admiring you for your strengths and differences.” Her eyes shimmered mischievously, extending her wing towards him.

“Like so. You can feel. I was blessed with the wings like an owl. Silent and agile movements. I preen them to keep them neat and soft. Just don’t pull.” Lyra giggled. Looking back at the flowers she grew, she hummed in thought.

“I am proud of my gift. But you know just as any that all gifts have a cost. Being born as I am binds me to many rules. I… lack the same about of freedom you and the others have.”

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Gale snorted, and shook his head. "I imagine I would have the same level of luck, although I admire your moxie; I would never be so bold as to approach her directly to ask her to stop." he smiled warmly, "I do not think she ever tires of it; and Gith are remarkably strong, it must be said. I would require several mage hands to lift such a thing, but she seems to heft it with utter ease."

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"Perhaps we can get Karlach or Shadowheart to request her to sharpen it less often, or wait for when we're away from camp. I tired to suggest it myself once but she clicked her tongue disapprovingly at me and replied, 'as if I would accept blade keeping advice from a mage.' I would try again but I don't think I would have much luck. "I'm impressed she's managed to haul that whetstone along for so long. Surely even she would grow tired of it after a while?"

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American Pie pt 1

Lyrics from American Pie by Don McLean gently arranged into starters and memes. Pt 1 of 2!

"A long, long time ago."

"I can still remember."

"That music used to make me smile."

"I knew if I had the chance that I could make those people dance."

"Maybe they'd be happy for a while."

"February made me shiver."

"Every paper I'd deliver... bad news on the doorstep."

"I couldn't take one more step."

"I can't remember if I cried."

"I read about his widowed bride."

"Something touched me deep inside."

"That day... the music died."

"We were singing."

"Bye bye miss American Pie."

"Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry."

"Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye."

"This'll be the day that I die."

"Did you write the book of love?"

"Do you have faith in God above?"

"Does the bible tell you so?"

"Do you believe in Rock and Roll?"

"Can music save your mortal soul?"

"Can you teach me how to dance real slow?"

"I know that you're in love with him."

"I saw you dancin' in the gym."

"You both kicked off your shoes."

"Man I dig those rhythm and blues."

"I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck."

"With a pink carnation and a pickup truck."

"I knew I was out of luck the day the music died."

"Now for ten years we've been on our own."

"Moss grows fat on a rollin' stone."

"That's not how it used to be."

"When the jester sang for the king and queen."

"A coat he borrowed from James Dean."

"A voice that came from you and me."

"While the king was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown."

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// I'd love to write more Mirabeli stuff. Does anyone want a wiggly baby? Or even when she's older?

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"You'd be surprised how often it happens, too! They don't know how to take care of themselves. Oh, I'm super strong, I can lift cars!! Then they think they're losing their powers because suddenly it hurts. Of course it's because they've been deadlifting for three years without once taking the time to warm up!" Skye sighed, but there was a hint of fondness in her tone regardless. "I would love to put up, I don't know, advice, something that could reach every super, like a - a no smoking campaign, but - well. Great way to out myself immediately." she grimaced.

"I can imagine. The ER is anything but dull," she smiled, as she finished up the last of her noodles. A faint chuckle of her own escaped her as she imagined what those physios for supers would entail, and she hummed her agreement. "It would be a shame if a super was struck down by a bad back or a pulled muscle, wouldn't it? Well, you've provided a vital service for us so far."

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// Considering doing a starter call. I've mostly stopped doing them but... is that something folks want..?

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Are you coming?

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"Garrett..." Gale said, quietly. He was still in that strange shift in his head, able to identify his brother but not knowing why. The big lady was staring at them with a look horror and confusion, uncertainty... and there were more behind her, too. Strange looking people, unfamiliar... he moved up closer to this distorted version of his brother, peeking over his shoulder. "Another portal?" Karlach parroted, baffled. "No, mate, no portals here. What are you talking about? You just fell into the mushroom field, man." another hesitation. "I'd offer to help you up but I don't want to burn you all... why are you staring at me like that?" "You're... you're a tiefling." Gale whispered. "Aren't you?" "... Yeah... yeah, I am, Gale. Okay. Alright. What're we dealin' with here? Amnesia, maybe?"

"What...what in the hells happened, I...I have the worst headache..." Garrett mumbled, pushing his hair back. "And who are you? Why...Oh no I...Did I open another portal again? Professor Montcrief is gonna kill me! I can't have another mark on my record this term, what will mother say?" HIs eyes went wide with terror, nervously playing with his collar. "And mother is going to have kittens if Gale isn't home by teatime..."

"Gale..." Garrett reached out blindly, patting at his brother's leg. "Get up. I told you not to anger the mushrooms..." he sat up suddenly and gasped. "That's it! Oh...fuck me...that's why...Gale, these mushrooms are known to..." he was met with a very young and very round face staring back at him. "To...cause...." he raised a pair of shaking hands and patted at his own face. "Oh...no..." Garrett mumbled weakly. "That's...this is bad..."

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Why did I draw this.