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baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

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#music of the heart || musing

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― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (translated by George Reavy)

#music of the heart || musing

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Chen Chen, from "weep ode #99"

#music of the heart || musing

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Topaz Winters, from "Cherry Blossoms"

#music of the heart || musing #sona tbh

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ACTION PROMPTS FOR LEANING *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ kiss ] sender leans in to steal a kiss from receiver

[ tuck ] sender leans in to tuck their face in receiver's neck

[ secret ] sender leans in to whisper a secret in receiver's ear

[ hide ] sender leans in to receiver's body, hoping to hide against them in a moment of fear

[ nose ] sender leans in to kiss receiver's nose

[ hair ] sender leans in to fix receiver's hair

[ crowd ] in a busy, noisy crowd, sender leans in to receiver to speak to them

[ mess ] sender leans in to clean something off of receiver's face

[ paint ] sender leans in as they're painting (or applying makeup to) receiver's face

[ comfort ] seeking comfort, sender leans into receiver

[ establish ] sender leans into receiver in front of other people, hoping to establish that they're in a relationship

[ question ] sender leans in and asks receiver a question

[ intimate ] sender leans in to say/ask something intimate to receiver

[ head ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ freeze ] sender leans in to receiver's body, shivering cold and seeking warmth

[ scar ] sender leans in to see a scar on receiver's body

[ peer ] sender leans in to get a better look of receiver's face

[ squint ] sender leans in and squints at receiver

[ hug ] sender leans in and initiates a hug with receiver

[ rest ] sender unintentionally falls asleep leaning against receiver

[ speak ] sender leans in to hear receiver better as they're talking

[ touch ] sender leans into one of receiver's hands, eager to be touched by them

[ news ] sender leans away from receiver after hearing bad news

[ disgust ] sender makes a face and leans away from receiver quickly, disgusted by something they said or did

[ hurry ] sender leans away from receiver to try and pretend they're not together or not in a relationship

[ disbelief ] sender abruptly leans away from receiver, shocked by something they just said or did

[ away ] sender leans out of a hug between them and receiver, ending the embrace

[ distance ] sender backs away from receiver, desperate to establish distance between them

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Sona - yuanbin hu

#epoch tale || odyssey au #not my art #I will never shut up about Odyssey Sona #my baby #<3

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A soft sound echoes in the air--was that the squeak of a meek little mouse, or perhaps a fair maven's sneeze? Sona wouldn't tell.

#in other news #I am sick #@A@;; #Went to Alaska this weekend #IT WAS COLD -50 DEGREES #WITHOUT WINDCHILL #I felt like I was in Dune #If Dune was frozen over #Anyway I'm back home #but I have a headcold #pls be patient with me ;w; #<3

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{{ AKA Lenore's goofy rambling about her recent absence }}

Okay, being kind to myself here...life just got heavy. I won't go too in depth with it, but life circumstances really kept me strained. I had to pull back from a lot of stuff, and admittedly, I think there's going to be some rough patches this year as well, but I'm feelin good enough to return. And believe me, I've been wanting to return for a long ass time. But once you feel the pressure of life weighing you down, it's kinda hard not to curl up and go into focus mode, y'know? Though, on the bright side of things...I started a new career! I've become a tattoo artist! It's wild to me that that's my calling, but it genuinely feels right. I am loving this journey to bits and pieces. And I've already done my very first tattoo on a client! My books opened recently and I'm happily keeping busy with that (along with a day job to supplement finances until I become stable with tattooing). I'm doing my best to live on my own terms, in my own way, so that no matter what I can be happy and at least proud that I'm in control of my life. Those of you who have followed me for a long time may know how I struggled with feeling in control and confident in my life. But I'm getting there, and I can say that I am proud of this version of Lenore--of who I am today. I'm not everything that I wish to be, but I know in time that I will be. There is so much gratitude in my heart for those of you who continued following me, tried reaching out, and for those who are new here. Y'all, I appreciate each and every one of ya. Please treat me with patience as I come back to the platform and still suck as replying to some DMs. I'm still a bit rusty and busy with life, but I am back, I am here, and I hope to be sticking around for a while yet.

#out of music || ooc #<3 #i am #tired #but alive #and that's enough for me #thank you to all of y'all #for being here #and allowing me the time to take care of my life #it means more than you can know

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With the arrival of the peculiar humanoid came an urgent trill from the etwahl, one which is created by itself. There was no need, for Sona could already sense it; the intensity in the air was palpable, and it was clear it stemmed from this newcomer who had swiftly dispatched the Cursed Spirits with efficiency and ease. She was left stunned in place, muscles tensing. That strength paired with the ominous aura left her wondering if he were one of those high grade curses she had heard of from Kahina. So why was he inquiring about her condition? The held breath would finally exhale, her lungs eager to suck in another breath. He was not here to kill her, so perhaps she could relax a smidge. That was difficult for the inexperienced Sorcerer, though it wasn't like she had any other options. Her plan of traveling alone to Shibuya was a dangerous gambit already, especially with not knowing the local forces on the scene. Surely he was among those tasked with defending the people of Japan from the invasion of curses. And yet, something about his very presence causes her unease--and the etwahl as well. Silently, Sona would nod in affirmation, no sound coming from those lips which were drawn into a thin line. Slender hands would lift, and as if tugged by invisible twin the glimmering etwahl glides up to rest before her. There was much apprehension to be had, but the circumstances were dire. She couldn't turn her nose up at this savior. Not even one she couldn't discern between Sorcerer or Cursed Spirit. "I am Sona," A voice would ring out within Choso's mind, clear as a spring day. Lestara had Sona promise her that she would not reveal her secrets outside of the Buvelle estate, but everything about this situation was calling for exceptions in her mind. If he were to glance her way, he may pick up on her hesitancy spilling into her features. "I am here to assist against this invasion of cursed spirits." There's a pause, time enough for her delicate brows to knit together. "I ask you forgive my intrusion within your mind. It is my only method of conversation." As those words enter his mind, a single hand would gesture towards her throat--towards vocal cords that had long since ceased operation.

Chaos had begun in Shibuya. Spread like a wildfire throughout the district, invading nearby areas on the fringes of its ruthless attempts to devour and alter the lives of countless innocents. It was spreading like a plague despite the efforts of the Government, and the Sorcerers working together to cull the mass of released Cursed Spirits. Humans molested by the cruelty of power; the transfiguring curse Mahito, and the now Sorcerer who possessed his technique.

There was no rest to be found in the hellfire unleashed upon Japan. No means of escaping the fallout that would inevitably impact everyone to one degree or another. All anyone could do is try to help the people trapped there, and get them to safety. Clear out as many of the Cursed Spirits as anyone could and hope the Sorcerers who took it upon themselves to do so, didn't end up dead in the process.

The sound of the instrument unleashed upon the powerful Cursed Spirit was unlike anything his ears had before picked up. It was perhaps that which had finally guided him to her. Curiosity bending his intent to meet with his youngest sibling, for the sake of locating this new unknown and try to learn something about it.

From a broken window his form was suddenly sailing down towards a spot between the enemy, and where the woman stood. Boots impacting; knees bending to work as shock absorbers. Narrowed brows focused hazel eyes firm upon the eerie visages worn across the malformed masses crawling their way towards the woman now behind him.

Fingers flexed near his cheeks, pulling blood from the black mark across the bridge of his nose. Eyes zeroed in on the approaching threats. Effortlessly, he went to work. Slicing Exorcism. Blood shot forward in a wide spread, skewering through the Cursed Spirit and all its little subsections with absolute precision. An immediate, and effective end to the abomination. He wasn't taking any chances though, expelling another burst to ensure that the chunks were well enough destroyed to not start trying to go after them again. Or heal. As was something cursed spirits of higher grades, were apt to do.

Once in the clear, however, the blood would vanish back within him leaving him to consider the woman over his shoulders. A beat. Contemplating the instrument, and the one who appeared to have ownership of it. "Are you... okay?" Choso questioned as he turned more to face her. Both ready for her to try and attack him, and also for anymore cursed spirits to show up. Hands falling loose at his sides.

He didn't feel like a normal Sorcerer. It might come across as strange. Recognizing this fact, he was prepared for a less than ideal reaction to his arrival.

#in harmony || ic #The Songbird Sings of Curses || JJK au #Sona: Oh it's a potential ally! #Etwahl: I THINK THE FUCK NOT

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@ofxcrimsonxedge

Everyone everywhere would hear the news; Shibuya was falling. Not to terrorism or to economic collapse--but to curses. It was all over news media, though not directly claiming curses as the cause, but those within would know better. One Sona Buvelle certainly did. While not a proclaimed jujutsu sorcerer or hailing from any of the prestigious schools, she lived among their ilk--a hidden songbird within the insidious web of intrigue and death. And while she hid away like some precious treasure, others were being slaughtered. Lestara, her adoptive mother from America all but confirmed this. While the Buvelles did not meddle directly in such affairs, they were constantly dealing with passing information, such as their role as diplomats within Japan. There was an orchestrated event, and through unknown circumstances even to her wise guardian, conditions were worsening. "And they will worsen yet if we with power do not act." It was simple enough to evade the detection of those who stood watch over the estate. Sona had grown accustomed to finding alternate routes out of her home so she may explore town beyond the Buvelle complex. However, where she roams far exceeds that humble life in Nara she had before. Where her swift footfalls lead her to is that of the epicenter of tragedy--Shibuya itself. It is there that Sona finds herself, cornered in a dead end alleyway with a curse blocking her only means of escape. Her body trembles, deprived of precious oxygen from the chase. It didn't help that she was burdened by the weight of a rather peculiar object, wrapped up in cloth and bound to her back. She hadn't wished to use it yet, wanting to sneak around until she could find another sorcerer, but- "M̵̬͗a̷̮̓m̵̧̾ȁ̷͙ã̸͍a̵͓̾~" A discordant voice cries out from the amalgamation, one with eight arms and legs, with skin sloughing off its body like a seeping pustule. "M̷̥͒͝a̶̱͕̅m̶̹̓̒ͅa̵͍͗̈́a̶̩̐͛ă̶͜ą̷̜̍̚a̴̪̳̐̆â̸̘̻ä̶̪ä̴̡͒ ̵̡̰̃̔w̵̻̳̓̓h̸̥͐͠ȅ̴̗̏ṟ̷́͘e̶̗̹̋ ̶̡̌͒ä̷̪́͜r̵̯̀̈ḛ̷̽̂ ̷̭͛́y̶̤̐õ̶͎̑o̷̡̦͐o̷͍̠͗ô̷̲ű̵̖̉!!" It screams while taking charge at the petite woman. Those blue eyes glimmer, the color of gold dancing within her orbs like sunlight on the ocean. At once the object from her back flew forward of its own accord, those delicate wrappings all but torn apart. "I am sorry," A serene voice echoes, ethereal. "I cannot save you." A hand raises, long fingers barely grazing the top of the golden artifact which now hovered before her. With that singular hand stroke came a wave of blue energy--and song. It, too, was ethereal and fleeting, as if it came from the heavens itself. There was something so rapturous about the sound that it surely could not exist. The ornate curvature and the golden glow to the artifact certainly made it appear holy in nature--something to be revered as a work of art than a weapon. And yet, as that blue energy streaked forward, it cleaved two large slices into the curse, successfully halting it in place. But then the mass of flesh started crawling at her, then it began ripping itself apart, splitting itself by arms and legs. Sona pressed herself in the dank brick wall behind her, watching in abject horror at the metamorphosis. She struck down the creature--but it wasn't simply a singular entity--it was a curse which was clinging to others like a colony. "M̷͓̬̌A̵̗͖̍M̶̘̆Ä̴̪A̷̗͖̎A̴͍͑̈́Ä̸̲́A̴͎̯͋̀A̴̳̺̍́A̷͙͋͜Ä̶̤́!!!" The set of five curses cried out, leaving the fallen sixth on the alley floor, all but forgotten as they charged the twin tailed woman. Sona hesitates against the wall, her mind racing. She hadn't used the etwahl until now, and she and it still had energy left to use. But cornered like this, against these numbers? She could unleash that technique, but she hasn't used it on others before--and that would deplete her energy significantly, leaving her as easy prey for any other curse that would happen upon her from the attention she was drawing right now. But wasn't she dead if she didn't attempt it? "Ŵ̵̲H̷͕͂Ë̴ͅR̷̳̄Ē̴͓ ̴̮̌I̶͙͂S̷͒ͅ ̵̳͛M̷̛̲Ȃ̴͔Ṁ̶̗À̸̱A̶͙̔A̸̭̍A̴̻͗Ǎ̶̬A̷̡̒À̵͔A̴̛͜!!!!"

#in harmony || ic #The Songbird Sings of Curses || JJK au #i am le rusty #but i hope this works <3 #feel free to enter the scene however you like #I feel as though Sona lacks in field experience #so she'd have a couple rookie mistakes like hesitating #despite her innate abilities

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{{ Not me sobbing on the floor at all y'all who remember me and welcome me back with open arms y'all I haven't even had my coffee yet and you're leaving me W E A K - - }}

#out of music || ooc #<3 #OKAY BUT #for real #it's so scary to take a break from this #because i love it here #and then to come back and not know anything #like #if people still remember you #or if they left #or where you stand in their eyes #y'all make me feel so welcomed #it feels like i never left at all #y'all the real MVPs #;w;

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"It's been far too long!" (Both Mun and Muse are exited to see you back!)

There is something akin to meekness that falls over that typically serene visage. "It has been far too long indeed. Duties forbade me much personal time, though I hope to remedy that."

#in harmony || ic #<3

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"I have some tidying up to do. I've been gone far too long it would seem."

#in harmony || ic #yes hello #i live #barely #and i'm so sorry for being unresponsive for so long #it was a me thing and not on anyone else #life just got hard and i had to bunker down #BUT I AM HERE #AND EAGER TO BE BACK ON MY BABY GORL #<3

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But does Sona enjoy cooking cookies too?

Sona ADORES baking as it's a unique creative outlet with the wonderful reward of confectionary deliciousness! Usually, Sona's love language is doing things for her beloved, mostly things that are musically inclined. However, she is not above crafting tasty dishes and desserts for her paramour and will do so on special occasions.

#from my mind to yours || headcanons #she's such a diehard romantic #in a lot of verses #but in mainverse she's so soft for love and romance #definitely expresses herself through acts and gifts #1000000%

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Welcome back. :)

{{ THANK YOU SO MUCH it's nice to be back again and I can't wait to get to writing Sona once more! I've missed being around and am grateful y'all are so kind with welcoming me back ;w; }}

#out of music || ooc #b-bless you all #<3

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{{ gonna be baking cookies and watching the VGAs tonight but imma lurk and try to get some writing in too AND MAYBE make a starter call and promo! }}

#out of music || ooc #we'll see how far my ambition takes me #but i really wanna write with y'all #p-please #uwu #<3