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Come, I will tell you the legend of the blacksmith's daughter, and how she stole the heart of a demon.

Book III of The Moth and the Bear, The Summer Road, is coming out this summer!

I love the idea of Kellaborn people painting and sharing stories about Ruyak and Kaelin after meeting them on their journey. I suspect generations later there are many tales and interpretations, possibly even a whole mythos. Everyone who meets them is certainly changed by them.

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Do you think Jayce could have developed some amount of claustrophobia while sealed in the box all those years? If so, any shift up in height indoors could make him feel trapped again, causing even more of a shift or a longer time for him to shift back. He would try to avoid breaking walls etc. while the Dread might be encouraging that, to literally break free and never feel trapped again, like in your art when the coffer is released then broken.

(Sorry if this is something that you’ve already answered. I’m loving your art!)

It isn't something I talked about much on here, but he definitely ended up developing some claustrophobia since the soul box, yes! While it doesn't quite work the same as being locked in a physical box, it still is a space that seems both infinite and also ever encompassing and small. Weird null space sort of thing that is keeping you in a dream-like state the entire time.

It's a little hard to explain that is he's not quite a size shifter outside of when he fully transforms? It's more that he's just gradually growing throughout the story and trying to manage it with the potions and spells is what has him up and down all the time with trying to maintain a size but it wearing off. I haven't full settled yet if that still is what I will stick with…

When it does happen to him in closed spaces, he really tries to not think about it and focus on the quickest solution, but I also think he's someone who's personally trained himself to react in a sane way in response to panic and fear most of the time. Not always, but this guy is in more life and death situations than the average person should be with his line of work lol I didn't post it before, but during the part he and Lucy get squished between the walls together in, he destroyed enough that it could close around them, but that closed space started to get to him. He tried to not show in front of Lucy (who was an enemy at the time still) that it was getting to him, but he'd start slipping a bit. Obviously growing then will just make things worse, but in this scenario he is needing to anyway to have the strength to push the walls apart again so they can get out. This might technically be the first time she's seeing his other form, but it's obscured by the lack of light other than the parts of him that start to glow.

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"Scavengers From Different Circles" by me (Also on DA)

Dungeons and Dragons? Baldur's Gate 3? I don't know her. Surely, one cannot be obsessed with games and characters they've still never played. Right? 😅

So, the player character, or Tav if you will, is roguing it up with a Reduce spell for some cool loot or something, or they're naturally small. Both? Either way, the plot has led to a dangerous situation. What do?

(references under the cut)

For all intents and purposes, any other ideas like this will be found under "Spoiled Homebrew." Get it? Homebrew? D&D? I'll leave.

The Clock is Ticking. ~Autodesk Sketchbook ~Photopea ~~FYI: The font is Quando if you're curious, and it's free. Like the Hells I'm paying $88 or whatever to get the actual font used. ~hesitant hider ~immense investigator ~the feast ~ballroom ~statue ~~the sculpture's original source: ~John Börjeson, "En ung faun" ("A young fawn")

Circa January 2024.

-Again, the goal was to make this quite BG3-coded without actually being it, mostly for copyrights or whatever. However, if one's headcanon somehow works well enough with this to imagine such an in-game scene or inspire something else, then I'm flattered. After all, this elf model has a nice set of scenes from this photoshoot. Maybe we'll see her again. 😉

#bg3 g/t #!!!!!#is that gale I see????

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Annoyed borrower accepting food after getting caught by the bean.

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it’s just a little chili pepper… just a little bit 🌶️

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Not So Useless: Part 2

Chapter 1 Chaper 2 chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 chapter 8

Summary: After falling to the pit, Freya and Astarion must figure out a way... before time runs out

TW: Mentions of death and near death experiences. Not much going on in this chapter 🤷‍♀️ But it is a palate cleanser if you read sm0lprism's chapter 9 update lol (jk love ya, girlie 😘 ✌️)

Still alive, despite everything. Freya was no worshiper but after surviving a cave in, she just might want to meet the god who has decided to keep her safe and give them a proper thanks. She sat up and rubbed her eyes from the dust that now caked her face, taking note of this foreign surface that twitched underneath her. Freya let out a gasp when she looked down to find herself sitting on Astarion's hand! Everything happened so fast, she never had time to process when exactly he reached up to shield her from the fallen debris.

Freya slipped off his palm and Astarion let out a groan. Red eyes fluttered open before quickly sitting up to look over Tav; they limply laid across his lap. He glanced back over to the borrower. “Are you alright?”

“Forget about me, we need to help Tav!” She exclaimed, eyes falling on the sickly halfling. Despite still breathing, Tav looked even worse than before. Sweat drenched their brow as they shivered in the elf’s arms. No more time was wasted as Astarion quickly rummaged around his bag to tend to their wounds.

“That blasted hag!” He snarled, wrapping bandages around Tav’s side. “I'd rip her damn throat out if she weren't already dead!”

Freya kept her gaze glued to the vampire, the way his crimson eyes fixated on Tav's face, as if he was riddled with concern. No… it wasn't as if he was concerned for Tav's wellbeing! When she was a little girl, her aunt used to tell her scary stories about how vampires are horrid monsters that only care for blood, no matter how sweet their words were, their motives were always the same. But in this moment, Freya could not see a creature of the night, only a man concerned for his companion.

A putrid stench waffed the air, causing them to cough. The realization finally hit Freya, this plague was derived from the Deathsbreath spores, enhanced by vile hag magic to become more deadly than it originally was and now it was filling up this pit to claim three more victims before it faded away.

“What in the bloody hells is going on?” Astarion choked out.

“Deathsbreath, deadly enough as is, but worse… now that the hag messed with it.” Freya exclaimed, her eyes frantically searched for an exit. “We have to get out of here!”

“By the gods.” Any hint of color was completely washed away from the elf's already pale face. He quickly jumped to his feet, keeping Tav cradled in his arms as he searched for an exit. But any tunnel that came off as a route to the surface was effectively sealed off by debris. There were cracks and crevices that Freya could slip through but who knows where they would lead to? Even if a crevice led to the surface, Tav and Astarion wouldn't be able to survive long enough for her to find the group and dig them out.

There was a dry chuckle coming from Astarion as he sunk to the ground. “I'm granted freedom for the first time in two hundred years, and I'm destined to die beneath the earth. It's almost poetic really.”

“You're not dying.” Freya crossed her arm.

“You're not dying if you escape through these little crevices.”

“Do you just expect me to leave you two?”

“Why wouldn't you? You have what you needed from this experience and you have the ability to slip away alive.” He spoke in a flair, but underneath that was resentment in his voice, he must have realized how obvious his tone was because he gave a thin smile. “At least that is what I would do, darling.”

“Lucky for you, I'm nothing like you.” The borrower shot back, causing Astarion to roll his eyes. There had to be a way to get them out of here or at least shield them from the noxious gas long enough for her to get help. Her eyes darted towards Tav, whose skin was drained of color. Freya had seen other people look similar when they caught the plague, without a cure, they always succumbed to their fates, and Freya's heart sank realizing Tav was close to following the others.

The others didn't have a cure… but Freya did.

She practically ripped her bag open to take out the Aixosfeaf. Three leaves could certainly be enough to help her colony, now it was just enough to prolong their lives for Freya to get help. Freya hoisted the leaves above her head. “Here take this. It will help you.”

“But don't you need that to-!”

“Shut up and take the the bloody Aixosfeaf!” Freya snapped to silence him from making her second guess what she was about to do. “It works better when brewed into a potion but keep it under your tongue and the effects should still work.”

Astarion seemed to hesitate, staring at Freya as if he was expecting her to change her mind but his slender hand plucked the leaves from her and did as instructed, tucking the leaf under his tongue before doing the same for Tav. As Freya did the same, reality threatened to settle. The whole reason she ventured to this cave was for her colony, but now her ticket in was currently dissolving in the mouths of larger beings. Perhaps the hag was right, there was no guarantee her colony would accept her back even with the leaves, it was a desperate attempt to be seen as a hero to her people, but now she would never know.

Pushing aside her feelings, Freya examined the tiny escape routes at her disposal, while there was no clear indicator which ones could lead to the surface, a draft blowing from one crevice was promising. She peered down her jagged pathway, then glanced back towards Astarion and Tav. “Stay put while I find the others.”

He gave a mocking chuckle. “Hilarious, now scurry off like the mouse you are, be useful for once.”

No need to tell her twice, Freya slipped into the crevice and crawled her way forward. Rocks scraped her hands and knees, leaving small drops of blood to trail behind. She wondered if Astarion could smell her blood the further she traveled. The tunnel seemed dark and endless, she almosted feared she picked the wrong route until a ray of light illuminated the dark path. Freya couldn't scramble out of the tunnel fast enough.

The sunlight blinded her to the surroundings, but she could feel loose dirt beneath her fingers. A deep inhale had her nearly choke on the fresh air. Freedom at last, but there was no time to rest, Freya had to find someone to help!

“Aye, what's this?” A rough voice spoke, before stomping over to the borrower, Freya quickly blinked away her blindness to stare up at the unfamiliar voice.

A goblin towered over her, giving her a rotting smile that sent a chill down her spine. Freya pulled out her peashooter realizing she would have to fight. However, a ball of flame was flung into the goblin before he could make a move and he collapsed to the ground.

“I got the last of them, now we have to hurry and find-!” Gale's shouts fell silent as he glanced back over to the dead goblin and locked eyes with Freya. “By the gods, Freya!”

In an instant, the borrower was surrounded by Gale, Wyll, and Karlach, staring at her with wide, fearful eyes.

“What happened down there, little soldier?!” Karlach asked. “Where’s Tav and Astarion?”

“Alive… but trapped.” Freya wheezed out. “There's gas… they don't have forever… we need to hurry!” Her knees buckled and she let out a series of violent coughs. Hells, the Aixosfeaf was beginning to wear off and poison was catching up to her, which means Astarion and Tav might not have much longer, Freya had to pull herself together if she was going to help dig them out!

“Easy now,” Gale halted her from getting up. “You need rest, we can handle the rest.”

Before Freya could even protest, Wyll quickly scooped her up, his fingers protectively curled around her small frame. “I'll take her back to camp.”

Gale nodded. “Karlach, let's hurry.”

Freya only got a glimpse of Gale summoning spells at the fragile pile of stone while Karlach smashed at the wall, Wyll rushed his way back to camp, keeping Freya safely cupped in his hands. “Don't worry friend, we'll save them.”

Freya could only hope Wyll was telling the truth.

#bg3 g/t #can't believe i never reblogged this #yes! yes they got out!!!!!

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thinking about tinies who ask their giant to engage in consensual fearplay. idk it’s sort of like a roller coaster, you know you’re safe but you still wanna feel scared for a minute. the tiny just wants to feel the thrill of being grabbed by a giant but under safe conditions

#meeeeeee #consensual fearplay is my life and blood #give me a squeeze and I'll melt 😍#loom over me pls 🤗#get in real close and remind me of how small I am #it's the dreammmmm

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The elixir of colossus and enlarge spell actually stack on top of each other, so naturally I had to try it for myself because I have the gt brainrot. So here we have a mini giant Astarion! Now if only the cutscenes kept him at this size 😭

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