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odinspattern · 3 months

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What is Tav and Astrid's speech like? Do they have distinct accents? Or any other notable ways of speaking, like using particular phrases, slang, or terms of endearment?

Bonus question: What do their voices sound like?

So I have been thinking about this a lot, hence why this took me so long. Language in dnd and adjacent media facinates me as someone who has studied linguistics.

One if the best and worst things about it is that one is free to interpit what you want it to be. It can be daunting tbh.

Back when Tav was an Adventure Leauge character I was working on, I envisioned them having an US southern drawl, specifically Texan, because I thought it would be funny to imagine the Drow as having that. Their soceity is often portrayed so over the top and chaotically that what comes to mind is the expression; «Helt Texas.»

(For those who are not Norwegian, a common expression for something being over the top or chaotic, possibly insane is «Completely Texas.» Aka the joke.)

However, I have rethought this stance. Instead I have gone more classic. Dnd elves are often inspires by the elves of Lord of the Rings, and fun fact. Tolkien’s Elvish was inspired by the Karelian language, which is really cool.

Now I do not know Karelian, but I am learning Finnish, which is related. So yeah, I am claiming that the elves of Underdark speech sound Finnish, it developed diffrently in isolation and with both Svirfneblin and Duregar neighbours it took on some changes.

When it comes to expressions, they have this one that for the longest time took everyone completely by surprise, because they took one from their own language and translated it directly, and even Astarion and Shadowheart was like. What are you saying?

«This swings like a hook-horror.»

If they are impressed by you they might also claim that you have sisu.

As for Astrid. The dwarves are Norwegian, because this is my city now, and I do what I want. Also a lot of Dwarven names are Scandinavian in Origin, so I am claiming them. Miss me with those bad Scottish accents y’all are putting on them.

Fun linguistics fact about Norwegian. Did you know it is considered a Macro-language? It just means that it has many standardisations, both written and spoken.

I honestly considered giving her a Fredrikstad accent. Partly because it is considered the uglist Norwegian accent, but I found it very funny to imagine the scourge of the world speaking like she came out of Lange Flate Ballær

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Because many of you do not know what the Fredrikstad dialect sounds like, here is an example.

Another linguistics fact, that thick L sound is very specific to Eastern Norway and there is some Northern Norwegian dialects that have it, which may suggest it came from the East. It showed up in the 1300’s, and has barely moved since. It is also hotly debated as it started moving the last 20 years after standing still for centuries.

I could also have gone all Oslo on y’all, because I am proud of Oslo, it is my shit city, the jewel and the ass of Norway. we have three dialects (four if you include Kebabnorsk, which would also be funny. I am old enough to remember when media actually took note of it, I was in High School at the time when you could watch a program where they spoke it on NrK, I Even remember that they made a Midsummer Nights Dream performance where they spoke Kebabnorsk.)

I decided not yo go there, for several reasons. Fist off, the kebabnorsk that I know is older already, it is like many other languages changing. But mostly because if I did, I would have to decide what other languages would stand for Arabic, Turkish, Balkan languages and Somali just to name a few that has influenced Kebabnorsk irl.

Not to mention that I doubt that Astrid grew up quite that urban. Which also cancelled out Groruddøling. (And no way she would speak the dialect of Oslo Vest.)

Instead, I have chosen the Hallingdal dialect.

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Why?

Again, my city now. Also I am surrounded by it, so it makes sense to me to use it.

She uses the Word krimsjuk, which is specific to where I am located, it means to have a cold. Also pøse, which means bag, and she does love a good vaffel og svall.

#Astrid the drow #Astrid Dawnbringer #linguistics #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #my ocs #mostly me ranting linguistics #long post

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panderp123 · 4 days

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Guess who’s back

⚠️ Spoilers to Ep94 ⚠️

AAHHHHHH!! I’m beyond happy 😆 my sis came in who doesn’t watch CR at all but was shocked that Essek showed up again!

Long haired Essek 🤤!!

It’s also kinda funny Essek is taking them to a kinky store 🤣.

AAAHHH AKAKSKDNEKSODKHSUS!! My two boys Essek & Dorian in the same room 😩💙

#dungeons and dragons #critical role #critical role spoilers #criticalrole #hot boi essek #essek theyless #shadowhand essek #bells hells #hot boi #dnd drow #dark elf #critical role imogen #laudna #fearne calloway #chetney pock o'pea #dorian storm #matthew mercer #beacon #Astrid

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illastrologist · 6 months

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Zhenya & Astrid

not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing. . .

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rsenak · 2 months

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before i forget to post; i drew my 3rd tav from bg3. hes an awful little man

#my art #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate tav #nymryn maerret #i only drew the color/general references for my other 2 so not posting that #and started a little comic for bg3 astrid and her lore but i never finished part 2 (and not happy enough with it to post it)#so my third little guy gets to see sunlight first......#ironically hes a 3rd son too asdhjg #local drow gets into situations that he HATES but plays along for nefarious reasons #and gets peer pressured into acting like a good person (he hates it SO much)#sorry theres so much in my evil and twisted little mind when it comes to ocs

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traaanskimkitsuragi · 4 months

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tavs/durges <3

#art #i finally finished their refs lol #astrid was my first tav n they were my galemancer...... silly firbolg bard fella Not having a good time #ingrid is my dragonborn/elf pally shes in a polycule with shart wyll and vanya and shes just a himbo golden retriever at heart #judith was my vampkisser hes a tiefling durge and hes a wild magic sorc so of course its a given that he loves bad ideas #lastly vanya is my poor little meow meow drow whos never done anything wrong ever :)#shes a warlock of bhaal that later becomes a warlock of jergal #shes also dating karlach n ingrid #nudity

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shoddynomenclature · 4 months

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Companions reacting to Tav sleeping completely naked!!!! Please

BG3 Companions Find Out Tav Sleeps Naked (18+)

I really thought I was just gonna start writing this one real quick (I had an idea for Karlach) and three hours later here I am.

This asker was literally the only one to request this one so this is largely self-indulgent, as I do and always have slept naked, even in this -4 degree weather.

Also I’m really trying to incorporate the drow language into Minthara’s portion, but I’m like 70% sure I failed and it just sounds mildly cringy and incredibly ill-informed.

Anyway this is all our favorite ladies (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheira) finding out Tav sleeps naked.

(18+ for possible sexual themes)

Shadowheart

One morning, when she’s feeling particularly mischievous, Shadowheart decides she’s going to drop by your room and wake you up herself.

You’re certainly not the last one up, but Shadowheart, Jaheira, and Minthara have all been up making breakfast for a little while now, and she’s finding their company a little stale.

She sneaks over to your bed, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off of you in one swift move.

She’s typically a lot nicer and gentler when she wakes you up, but her aforementioned mischievousness has her feeling a little playful this morning.

“What the hell?” You groan grumpily, “put it back on I’m cold.”

She stares at you aghast. She was not expecting you to be completely naked, splayed out face down on the mattress.

“Fine, but I’m coming with it,” she says. She wraps the blanket around her shoulders and crawls on top of you.

“Much better,” you smirk, joyed to have such delightful company so early in the morning.

She kisses your bare shoulder. “I suppose I should apologize, I hadn’t expected you to be… unadorned.”

You chuckle. “You gotta problem with me sleeping in the nude?”

“Not a one,” she corrects. “I actually find it oddly… charming, I think. Plus then I can do this.”

She starts to trail slow kisses down your spine. You smirk, trying to turn around and face her, but she pins your wrists down, keeping you splayed out on the mattress.

“Be still for a moment, love,” she kisses the middle of your back before sitting up, astride your hips. “I feel like I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“My back?” You question. She’s certainly seen your bare back before. But she really seems to be enamored with it now. It was nothing special, you thought. Aside from a couple scars, it was just… a back.

She dragged her nails gently up your back. “I like the view. I’d like to see you like this more often.” She bends over until her chest is flush against you and whispers softly in your ear. “Perhaps tonight?”

You feel a rush of heat between your legs, closing your eyes and audibly exhaling.

Before you can even fully enjoy the sensation, she’s off of you, standing next to the bed with her hand out. “Come on, the others will be waiting.”

You take her hand and pull yourself out of bed. She certainly was feeling some type of playful this morning.

Lae’zel

“Hmm. This choice of sleepwear feels… inadequate,” Lae’zel spits.

You nearly jump out of bed with the scare she gives you. You were sleeping and not expecting such abrupt company.

With a simple fire spell, you light the candle on your bedside and point it towards the Githyanki.

“Lae’zel?” You ask, very confused. “What are you doing in here? What time is it? It can’t be morning already.”

You sigh. You were still so tired, you really hoped she was not here to wake you up for the day.

“No,” she growled. “The animal has been scratching at your door. It seems he has tired of Karlach’s snoring and would like to stay in here instead.”

With that, Scratch jumps onto your bed and curls up at your feet. The animals usually slept in Karlach’s room.

“But, back to your choice of sleepwear,” she says. “It seems ill-advised to be covered by do little in your most vulnerable state.”

You cock your head. You had never seen sleeping naked as a safety hazard. “Lae’zel, you’re not sleeping in your armor… are you?”

“Chk, no,” she says, gesturing to her own sleep outfit.

“What more protection does that give you than this?” You gesture at her body and then your own.

“It’s sleek, form fitting, ergonomic, and, most importantly, it covers my most intimate areas.”

You stifle a laugh. The comment sounded ridiculous to you but you would accept her clothes as superior if it meant she’d let you go back to sleep.

“Okay, Lae’zel. Goodnight.” You blow out the candle and close your eyes.

Moments later you feel Lae’zel carefully crawl into bed on top of your blankets.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“If you insist on sleeping in such a state, I must sleep here too. To ensure your safety.”

Karlach

Lets be honest: Karlach is at most sleeping in her underwear most nights.

But she puts on some trousers at least to pad over to your room and ask for a cuddle.

You wake up in your typical sleeping position: on your stomach with your hair flying all over the place.

You swipe the hair from your eyes to see a sweet little (7ft tall) tiefling holding her teddy bear and anxiously smiling.

“Hey love,” you say, groggy but still soft and sweet. “What can I do for ya?”

“I was just wondering if I could… um… maybe have a cuddle?” She requests, anxiously shifting her weight around.

You giggle, using your arm to lift up on side of the blanket. “Of course, darling. Please it is freezing in here.”

Her eyes go wide as you expose your full chest in lifting the blanket, then she smiles and crawls under.

As she makes contact with your skin, it’s immediately apparent that you truly are wearing nothing.

“Oh so you sleep naked. Like naked naked,” she remarks.

“As the day I was born,” you quip. “Any objections?”

She giggles and twists excitedly. “None at all my darling. In fact, I think I might like to join you.”

“Get those trousers out of here!” You joke. “No trousers allowed in the bed!”She removes what’s left of her clothes and settles into bed.

Karlach sleeps on her back, leaving you sort of half stacked on top of her with her arm swung lazily around your back. Your legs are semi-intertwined, alternating between yours and hers.

You prop your chin up against her chest to look her in the eyes. “I guess it’s kinda inconvenient that neither of us sleep on our side, huh? We’re just kinda stacked chest to chest.”

“I suppose I can be on top and we can try to go back to back,” she teases. “But I’d probably suffocate you, face down into the mattress.”

You laugh at the thought and teasingly mess up her hair. “You’re hilarious. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, darling,” she says, craning up to kiss your forehead.

For as awkward and sloppy as it looks, you both actually find the position quite comfortable.

Naturally, you wake up with your ass fully on display from where you both kicked off the blankets in the middle of the night.

Minthara

Minthara is awake, as usual, when you step into her room. Her red eyes almost glow in the pitch black.

“Can I help you?” She asks passively.

“Can I sleep in here? My room is frigid,” you ask from the doorway, clearly shaking under a blanket.

She sighs, but motions for you to come join her on the bed. “As you wish, ssin.”

Minthara had attempted to teach you a small bit of her language. The words came off unfamiliar and hissy on your tongue. From what you knew, the term she occasionally used for you, “ssin”, wasn’t an actual word. You assumed it was used as a pet name derived from the drow words “ssinssrigg” (passion, lust, greed, love) and “alurissin” (a deep loving connection.)

You close the door softly and crawl into her bed. You get on at the bottom and squirm your way up until your head pokes out the blankets.

She looks at you, both amused and appalled by your abnormal behavior. She supposed that was one way to “crawl” into bed. If you were taking the phrase literally.

“You are terribly odd sometimes, my dear,” she said laying her hand on your back, surprised to find no fabric under the blanket.

“Are you not wearing any clothes?” She asks. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had shared a bed, but the previous times you had fallen asleep naked after sex. She hadn’t thought you did that every night.

You shook your head against her chest.

“Straj, in that case I think I discovered the source of your temperature issue.” She rubbed her forehead, reminding herself of all the reasons she actually valued you at all.

Gods how did the sleeping races ever survive the nights? Did everyone sleep like this or was this just a you thing? She didn’t think she’d be surprised either way.

She opened her mouth to ask more questions, but you were already comfortably asleep against her chest.

She sighed and gently stroked your bare back in defeat. How in the hells had she fallen so hard for this adorable little fool.

Jaheira

After a particularly long day, you decide to skip all the extra steps of running your own bath and decide to just bathe in Jaheira’s room.

Her tub was already full, fresh with herbs and such from her own bath.

You rinse off quickly, eager to crawl into bed. “Can I just stay in here tonight?” You ask politely from the tub.

“That is fine. But don’t get disappointed if I fall asleep immediately,” Jaheira explains. “I’m no, spring chicken, as they say.”

You get out of the tub and dry yourself off. “Oh trust me, after today I could fall asleep on one of those god awful bedrolls again.”

She laughs. “Well then it sounds like we’re on the same page, yes?”

She gets in bed, careful to leave one side fully open to you. You step towards the bed, and lift the blanket to get in.

“Put on your sleeping clothes, it is too cold.” She commands.

You look around. You don’t have any sleeping clothes. You always sleep like this.

As you explain this to her she clicks her tongue. She gets out of bed and starts rooting through her wardrobe.

“This was Khalid’s. It will swallow you up, but it will keep you warm.”

You take the heavy fur robe into your hands. You didn’t know how to feel about being offered her late husband’s clothes.

She could see the weariness on your face and soothed you with a gentle hand on the cheek.

“He would be happy I have you, you know?” She says with a somber chuckle. “I think the two of you would’ve gotten on all too well.”

You rubbed your hand against the soft fur. I was jet black, like a panther. It reminded you of Jaheira. You softly thank her before putting on the robe. It was, indeed, very warm and way too big.

Jaheira made her way back to bed, and you followed shortly thereafter. She wrapped her arms around you, pressing her chest against the warm fur.

You have never felt so safe as you did in that moment: swaddled in a massive robe, wrapped in the arms of your lover.

She kisses the back of your head. “Goodnight, my cub.”

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dorkiethedork · 2 months

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Secret Satan Server Spam, Drow Edition! Pt 2! Irae - @zephyrbug | Astrid - @fuwafawn Think this is the first proper batch of rendered pieces I've done since last year.

All these characters belong to their respective owners, do not take these artworks for yourself - thank you!

#dorkie doodles #dnd #dnd art #drow #drow art #original characters #dungeons and dragons #my art #art for others

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utilitycaster · 3 days

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I love that there is a chance that it was Caleb who set Astrid up in the smut shop. Because she ultimately ended up sitting in the back reading a book. But that also implied that Caleb not only messaged Essek about playing taxi to Aeor but also told him to fetch his ex along the way. The implications of that conversation amuse me greatly. "too busy to do that stuff, can you get them there for me? Also Astrid probably has info. She's currently hiding out in my favourite smut shop and will likely be skittish. Good luck"

So here's the thing, I'm really wondering what's going on because I would think that if Caleb set Astrid up there...he'd be able to say "hey, by the way, I'm sending Essek and a group of adventurers your way, this is the passcode" and handle this all peacefully. Astrid, as an Assembly member, should be scry-proof, and even if her items failed in the solstice she probably would be casting Nondetection or something on the regular.

I suppose it might be a case of plausible deniability (recall that Essek was initially revealed because Caleb sent Frumpkin to spy on his conversation with Ludinus - a mundane or Find Familiar spy wouldn't be foiled by anti-magic fields). But I do wonder if this was more of an "oh, Caleb mentioned this Zadash smut shop that held contraband once at a slightly awkward dinner party 3 years ago; perhaps they'd be sympathetic to a defector given that they carry seditionist drow erotica" situation from Astrid and Caleb and Beau figured it out via good old fashioned Expositor work, a lot of knowledge of Astrid as a person, and sky-high investigation scores.

(kind of a tangent here but I also really do wonder where Astrid falls, exactly, re: her feelings about the current Assembly, because part of why I love her is that she's portrayed as very sympathetic and clearly abused and manipulated by Trent - but she also does take the role of Assembly member very quickly and is very ambitious. Eadwulf is religious and dedicated to the Raven Queen no less so I would assume his position is clear, but I've always wondered if Astrid feels resentment that Eadwulf was able to find some solace and meaning in fate and faith when she couldn't, and if this defection for her is less about the broader anti-god ideology and more 'hey, uh, releasing Predathos is fucking BAD and also I have A Thing about murder cults as an ex-Volstrucker." Hell, Vess DeRogna, who was canonically evil and pretty terrible towards people, still drew the line at releasing the Somnovem. For that matter I also really wonder who else of the Assembly has defected since Uludan is good-aligned and Oremid Hass just gives off the vibe of someone who wouldn't be interested. We haven't met Margolin but I wouldn't be shocked if he's gone along; Doolan Tversky probably is PSYCHED by the Reilora and is fully on board, and I assume Jenna Iresor is not one for rocking the boat. We don't even know who's in the Archmage of Antiquity role now!)

#answered #Anonymous #cr spoilers

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nonwal · 9 months

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each half blind without a mirror

(AKA, the time travel shadowgast fic that I'm not going to finish writing. So here's the beginning and the plot outline. Be warned, it’s not technically an unhappy ending but it’s certainly bittersweet, with a lot of alternate timeline MCD.)

Bren Aldric Ermendrud does not like Vergesson Sanatorium because deep down, he knows that he belongs there. He's been a little mad for a long time, but he's never told anyone about it. It has yet to interfere with work, and that is what matters. If his dreams are filled with smoke and blood and vague prophecies in his own voice, that is his own business. If he is occasionally convinced that he is being watched--well, who is to say that he isn't? Trent has eyes everywhere. But it does mean that he answers the summons to the sanatorium with more trepidation than strictly necessary.

"Sorry," Astrid says when he arrives just outside the gate. "I didn't know how to explain the situation over Sending." "It's fine," he says mildly. "You can apologize by explaining now." She hesitates. "I don't know how to explain now. We captured Thelyss. He tried to kill Master Ikithon. And as far as we can tell, he's gone mad." That is…a lot to take in. Bren quashes something that might be hope or might be simmering fury. "You need me to verify that it's him," he guesses after a moment. "He was your contact, and our master is very interested in learning why he is here and not in a grave in Ghor Dranas," she says dryly. "Ah." Bren connects the dots now, recognizes what she isn't saying. Essek Thelyss had been Bren's charge, at least until he’d been executed after his plans to steal the beacons were revealed by an unknown party. It was an inconvenience that Bren has…already paid dearly for. But if he’s faked his death, if he has made an attempt on Ikithon’s life--that reeks of a conspiracy. Bren is in danger. But isn't he always? "You said that he's mad?" he asks as Astrid guides him inside. "We thought he was faking it at first. But even under a Zone of Truth, he speaks contradictory nonsense." "Such as?" "He is convinced that Vess died due to a disagreement with a cultist over a city made out of meat, that I am the Archmage of Civil Influence, that he is friends with a cleric whose powers come from a talking weasel, that he successfully stole the beacons but they were given back, that he was born in 715 PD and he is one hundred thirty-seven years old--" "He doesn't know what year it is?" "He's aware that it's 832. He insists his math is right anyhow. We've already tried removing any curses he may be under, healing, a Greater Restoration--anything we can think of. He isn't a shapeshifter, he isn't under any magical effects. He claims that it was him who got executed, and the execution did kill him, but also that he's never died before." She lets out a frustrated breath. "He also insists that he is perfectly sane, but what madman doesn't?" "Interesting," says the madman walking next to her. "Do you have any theories?" She sighs. "I was hoping that you would," Astrid admits. “He’s your responsibility.” "I watched him die. I verified that it was him. This could be a clone? Or some other attempt at transferring his consciousness." "Did he mention dabbling in necromancy?" "That really isn't the sort of thing he would have admitted to me." Their conversations were always more…complicated.

(and then the outline below)

Bren gets summoned because the Assembly has caught Essek Thelyss during an assassination attempt on Trent. The same Essek who definitely got caught and executed by the Dynasty before he could steal the beacons. The same Essek that Bren had been working very closely with

Bren talks to the captured drow. It is Essek. It is not the Essek that he knew

he eventually determines that this Essek is a time traveler who has been stuck in the past and has subsequently altered this timeline, and that this Essek knew him in the future timeline

he asks Essek if the future Bren came with him to the past. Essek admits that yes, the original spell was supposed to bring them both back to the past for a short period of time and then back to the present, but for some reason Essek got left behind and the timeline didn’t loop smoothly the way they had intended

he asks Essek if the future Bren came with him to save his parents. Essek asks how he knew that

Bren knew that because for the past seventeen years, he has been working under the assumption that he was delusional. When he killed his parents, he wandered behind the house for a minute and “hallucinated” seeing them escape through an unblocked window and disappear with a stranger, and thus he never broke

Essek is relieved to know why timeline didn’t loop correctly. I think I know why you got left behind, too, but you won’t like it, Bren adds

Essek demands to know anyway. Bren refuses to tell him until he explains what happened to his Essek. Essek explains that in the timeline he’s from, the theft of the beacons led to a war. He tried to convince his current self not to steal them, and failed—so he planted the right evidence to prevent the plot a different way, leading to his own death

“I’m not surprised that you couldn’t convince him. You are very different.” “In a good way.” “No, not in a good way. I think I loved him. I do not think I would love you.” “…I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be. I assume you loved that other version of me, ja? I killed him, too. So we’re even. Fair play.”

it turns out this Essek was not left behind. The spell failed because after Essek teleported his parents to safety, Bren saw Caleb inside the house, panicked, and killed him. The spell failed because one of the people who cast it died

Essek is. A little despondent over this, understandably. He isn’t stuck in a shitty AU past where everything is going wrong, futilely hoping that Caleb will come back again and rescue him—he’s stuck in the only remaining timeline, and Caleb no longer exists at all

Essek proposes a pact: in his timeline, he helped defeat Trent Ikithon. If Bren frees him, he can help do the same in this one

Bren agrees. They flee together, and go into hiding, begin plotting for the years ahead. They are both mourning a version of the other that no longer exists. They have both murdered each other’s lover. They are both wearing the face of each other’s lover. It is not easy company

Essek knows how to track down most of the Nein, still a year before they all meet. He doesn’t know exactly how Bren could play the part of Caleb—but Caleb did leave behind letters

Bren goes to visit his parents. It’s weird. He’s missed them, and an insane part of him has never really believed that they were gone—but they have the letters from a version of him that never came to be. Much like Essek, they were hoping he would be someone else. (They try to be happy for him regardless. But he can tell they thought he would be a better man.)

the Mighty Nein still meet in roughly the same fashion, except Veth and “Caleb” just…have a strange tension between them. Things start to deviate at Alfield. The ruse gets harder to maintain. Beau is paranoid that someone is following them, watching at a distance. In Zadash, Bren manages to keep his mouth shut during the Zone of Truth but has a panic attack prior to the Victory Pit and has to tap out because he knows that Trent would be watching

the beacons were never stolen, though. So there is no broken tower, no declaration of war, no push to get out of town as quickly as possible. Bren convinces the group to head north, but—they get as far as Bowlgate, and things properly escape his control. Essek has to intervene. They explain the ruse, the time travel

people are, to put it lightly, kind of fucking pissed

they do still go to Hupperdook, now with Essek. It’s a little bit tenser than the original timeline, between the Nein being extra wary of Bren and Essek, and Bren and Essek still being wary of each other

no one gets kidnapped. Molly doesn’t die. They take out the Iron Shepherds and recruit Caduceus. And then it’s…boat time? Caleb didn’t leave great notes about that and Essek doesn’t exactly know what went down, but they do end up becoming pirates

they get the Happy Fun Ball and the Mighty Nein have to restrain Essek from immediately returning to explore it. He tries to explain that the key to taking out Ikithon was found there, but Bren would rather bide his time than risk the Archmage’s Bane with a less-seasoned adventuring group, and takes the Nein’s side. They finally begin to bond with him after the incident. Essek tries (fails) not to be jealous

they discuss next steps as they sail back to Nicodranas. There is no war, no stolen beacons, no burned Felderwin and kidnapped husband to bring them over to Xhorhas. They decide to still tackle the Angel of Irons cult, this time keeping Yasha safe

they arrive at Nicodranas. To news of a war and a burned Felderwin.

Essek holds it together for long enough to verify that Veth’s entire family made it out okay (having never begun working for the Assembly) and then he fucking falls apart. The Nein have never really bonded with the weird time traveler who keeps trying to manipulate them into following a specific path, simultaneously following his own agenda and wishing they were future versions of themselves—but they try to comfort him as best they can

Later, when everyone else has gone to bed, he says to Bren, “It was all for nothing. I didn’t stop it.” “The way I see it, this means the war—the one you remember—wasn’t your fault. It would have happened without you. Silver lining?” Essek is quiet, a very unconvinced sort of quiet. Finally, he says, “I got myself killed. For this. And it wasn’t enough. He died for nothing—I was him, once upon a time, I was almost exactly him except that I never knew you—“ This is the first time that Essek has ever expressed proper regret for killing the Essek that Bren has always privately thought of as his. Softly, he says, “You didn’t know. It’s okay.” “I killed him for nothing. It is not okay.” “Ja, well, sometimes you kill your mirror self and you entire life goes to shit. I wish I hadn’t killed your Caleb, either, but it’s a little too late for that.”

they reach a new understanding of each other after that. Not exactly romantically—they have sex, a few weeks later, and both agree that it doesn’t feel the same—but at least they become tentative friends with occasional and probably inadvisable benefits

the war did not happen over stolen beacons, and there is no beacon to return in order to end it. They stay far away from the Dynasty, struggle their way through the Happy Fun Ball with Yasha’s help, manage to kill the heart first and take down Obann when the ritual to free the Laughing Hand fails as a result

there is no peace treaty. There is no way to end the war. They go out of order and tackle the hag next, turn Nott back to Veth. They get the residuum for the Blooming Grove, Fjord becomes a paladin, Travelercon is still a clusterfuck

the war gets worse. They discuss the possibility of stealing the Pride’s Call beacon as leverage, and head back to Zadash to begin investigating—and then Yasha disappears

the first thought is more Angel of Irons shit, but when they scry on her they see her traveling with Cree. Turns out Lucien didn’t need Molly to be dead to come back

there’s a race to the north, trying to stop them, trying to unpossess Yasha. They don’t read the book, don’t get any eyes—but this is so far off the original timeline that Essek doesn’t know what to expect. They go through Aeor, they take down the Tombtakers, they reach Cognouza, they fight Lucien-as-Yasha…

but unlike Molly’s body, Yasha doesn’t die

things go bad. Very bad. Molly goes down first, and then Caduceus when he tries to reach the body. Then Veth, then Fjord. When Jester goes down, with Bren on his last legs, Essek manages to get within range for a plane shift—but Beau refuses to leave Yasha behind

Essek Thelyss and Bren Aldric Ermendrud return to the Material Plane and prepare for the end. But nothing happens, no hungry flesh city arrives to wreak havoc. The war is getting worse, far bloodier than the one Essek remembered—but nothing beyond that

eventually, they return to Aeor, find their way back to Cognouza and the remains of their friends. Turns out, after Lucien killed Beau, there was nothing left to keep Yasha standing. Very tidy, how that one played out

They return to Aeor. The ice is preferable to flesh. Bren asks, “Did any of it go like this, in yours?” He already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it again, just in case Essek has a different one this time. “No.” Essek sits on the ground, not bothering to float. “If we could raise one of the clerics, maybe—“ “Caleb was a transmuter.” Ah. And Bren is not. “We could find a powerful cleric—“ “With the war the way it is?” Essek’s voice is brittle. On the verge of tears or on the verge of an angry outburst, he can’t tell. “And the chances of getting everyone back—“ His voice breaks. Tears, then. “My apologies. It seems the plan to kill Ikithon has fallen through.” This is such a stupid apology that Bren has to laugh at it. “Do you really think this is still about killing him, for me?” A quiet sigh. “I’m sorry, Bren.” “Ja. Well. It could be worse?” Essek glares up at him. “How, exactly?” Bren doesn’t actually know. “We’re both still alive? And Veth’s family is safe, and Jester’s. And mine.” Even if he is a stranger to them, and a bit of a disappointment compared to who he could have been— Bren wonders if it was worth the trade. The war, the Mighty Nein, the miserable elf curled up on the ground. He sighs. “No. You’re right. This is—yours was better.” And, “The chamber that we stumbled across. That was how you two…?” “Yes. But your—“ “Maybe we should go back one last time. Tell our better selves to leave things as they were. Untie the knot you made trying to form a clean loop.”

they do go back, just a few moments before Caleb and Essek arrive. Essek immediately launches himself into a hug around Caleb, explains that he got left in the past because Caleb died—and already, the other Essek is convinced

Caleb asks Bren if he was happy. If his parents were still alive. Yes to the latter, not really to the former. They read your letters, you know. They were so proud of you. But—a little less proud of me. I didn’t—it’s a long story. I never broke. My name is Bren.

Caleb asks if they’re here to stop him. If he should let it be. They say yes, and also Essek had to kill his past self to stop the beacons from being stolen but eventually there was a war for other reasons and because the Nein didn’t have any beacon there was no political leverage to stop it and it’s still getting worse and now every member of the Nein is dead—

look I just think there should be a lot of wizards hugging their traumatized alternate universe selves here

eventually Bren—seventeen years old, about to make the worst decision of his entire life—arrives in the distance. The older Bren asks if they should stay close or not. He’s only seen it as an illusion. Caleb tells him that he doesn’t need to watch the real thing. The pain won’t fix anything

they move into the woods, so far away that they can’t hear anything. Eventually there is a faint light at the distant horizon from the blaze, but nothing more. Bren and Essek—the Essek who got left behind—begin to fade into a pair of dark voids. Echoes. Just alternate timelines, shadows of something that never happened

Caleb and Essek return, a little haunted by the versions of themselves that they could have been. They go destroy the T-dock. It takes them years to tell the Mighty Nein what happened

for the rest of their lives, whenever they cast Resonant Echo, the echoes are always the same ones

#shadowgast #Essek Thelyss #Bren Aldric Ermendrud #critical role #critical role fanfiction #(kind of)#I had a couple attempts at a scourger AU before a body in absentia but none of them went anywhere #wrote the beginning of this one a year ago and realized I didn't have a plot #but one came to me recently so I figured I'd share it even though I'm not going to do anything more with this concept

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some-little-infamy · 8 months

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Rare Doesn't Mean Never

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Caleb can count on two fingers the number of people he’s trusted enough to travel with alone, just the two of them against the world. One is Nott, a brave soul he’ll count as one of his closest friends for the rest of his life, and the other is the drow wizard standing next to him, Essek Thelyss.

Caleb is no stranger to traveling alone. Honestly, after every significant turning point in his life, it’s the way he imagined spending the remainder of his days. Traveling and making do on his own, with no one to worry about and no one to worry over him. It’s an easy life, a safe life.

But there have been other times when he found himself part of a group. The first being his time with Astrid and Eadwulf. Caleb knows now that their friendship was born of both necessity and shared trauma, but that doesn’t take away from the meaning it held and the way it shaped him during such formative years. Then it was the Mighty Nein, an entire group of unlikely friends that wormed their way into his heart so deeply that there were moments he would’ve - and almost did, on several occasions - die for them.

None of those times hold a candle to what Caleb experiences when he adventures and fights and simply exists alongside Essek. He sleeps easily knowing that their shared protections surround them on the darkest nights and guide their travels during the daylight hours. Being with Essek - holding his hand and hearing his thoughts and sharing embraces once they were alone - often leaves Caleb feeling as if he’s floating on air. It isn’t a complacent comfort, but the kind that leaves Caleb with the feeling that he can try anything, no matter how brazen an idea. If Caleb can think it, Essek will support his every step toward making it a reality. It’s a fire that keeps Caleb questioning, constantly researching, and striving for more.

Unfortunately, it’s a fire that burns as often as it fuels. Researching is rarely as safe as it sounds, leading the pair of them to dangerous places in search of knowledge and answers. Caleb always offers to go alone, and Essek always insists on coming with him. It’s a well-practiced dance between them with every new lead Caleb gets, and each time Essek steps through a portal by his side Caleb hopes for the best and fears the worst.

It’s rare that the worst is what greets them, but unfortunately, rare doesn’t mean never.

“Caleb, behind you!” Essek shouts. Caleb had been preoccupied with the beast in front of him, his fire doing little damage to the creatures that appear to be curiously water-based in nature. He was so singularly focused, that he didn’t see one sliding soundlessly into position behind him.

Caleb starts to turn, but he’s too late. The creature shifts its almost gelatinous body, seeming to wash over Caleb rather than properly attacking him. For a second he thinks he’s unharmed, and then he feels the tingling sensation settle over every inch of exposed skin. His flesh, cold a moment before, begins to feel like nothing at all as his hands fall limp to his side.

“Essek, it’s paralyzing!” He barely manages the words, forcing them through uncooperating lips that rebel against even the slightest opening and closing.

Essek’s eyes widen in concern and Caleb wonders if it’s over his current state or the fact that with Caleb down all three of the creatures are turning their focus on him. It hardly matters. With a renewed urgency Essek closes his eyes, focuses, and unleashes three rays of frost that pierce through the center of the creatures, freezing them from the inside out. Caleb sits before he can fall completely. Just as he loses the last of his muscle control, gentle hands catch his head before it can crack off the earth below.

Essek kneels next to him, panting heavily from exertion. Caleb can feel the slight tremor in the arms that slide under him and lift the upper half of his body into Essek’s lap. A warm wave passes over him, magic that dries Caleb’s skin of any remaining paralytic residue.

“Caleb?” Essek asks, his voice soft.

Caleb can’t speak in reply. He can’t nod, or so much as blink to show that he’s listening. He should be terrified. He should feel helpless, anxious, and unnerved over being exposed and unable to defend himself.

All he feels, however, is reassured knowing that Essek is there with him.

After several failed attempts to pull the poison from Caleb’s veins, Essek curses. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

Caleb wants to reassure him, to tell him that it’s alright. He did what he could, and now all there is to do is wait.

Except Essek has never been good at doing nothing. He stands, pacing back and forth beside Caleb, then turning his attention to their surroundings.

“I don’t want to risk taking you through a portal in this condition,” Essek admits. “I can carry you, but that just puts us both at a disadvantage if there are more of these creatures out here. I can’t believe my research didn’t turn anything up on them… it should have. I should’ve known…” Caleb should’ve known, too. They both did their research, they’re both to blame if either one of them is, but Caleb knows research only goes so far. That’s why they’re out here, in the world, risking the danger of the unknown. The truth is rarely safe, nor is it easy. Finding the answers he seeks has risks they both accept.

“We’ll wait. I’ll stand guard, and we’ll camp here. Are you cold?” Essek asks, immediately frowning when he remembers that Caleb cannot answer. “I’ll start a small fire,” Essek answers himself without hesitation.

Caleb isn’t cold, because he isn’t anything at all. The numbness that stops his limbs from moving also stops his nerves from acknowledging any of the elements around him. He can see the wind moving Essek’s hair, and the patches of frost that slowly begin to form over the ground, but he feels neither the bite of the wind nor the snap of the cold.

As the feeling slowly but surely comes back to him, Caleb almost misses the paralyzing effects that saved him from being aware of just how freezing his body is. He wonders if it was always this cold here or if it’s a lingering effect of the powerful frost Essek spread… minutes before? Hours? Caleb has difficulty placing just how much time has passed since their arrival and immediate attack.

He blinks once, then twice, and feels a small shiver ripple down his spine. The movements feel small and inconsequential but Essek must’ve been watching him like a hawk because he notices them immediately.

“You’re alive,” Essek breathes, dropping to the ground by Caleb’s side without hesitation. Essek lifts up Caleb’s torso to pull him close, pressing Caleb’s cheek against his own. It isn’t often that Essek is the warmer of the two of them, but Caleb basks in the heat his body attempts to absorb through the brief contact. “You were so cold, and I saw you breathing but it was so shallow that I was afraid your lungs would paralyze as well, or-”

Caleb makes a sound that’s more mumble than speech as he forces his lips apart enough to get the words out in the space directly next to Essek’s ear. “M’fine.”

“Oh, you’re fine are you?” Essek says with a huff, carefully pulling away and re-adjusting Caleb’s body to rest in his lap. “Then that makes one of us.”

Caleb would laugh if he could. It’s only in these private moments together that they both allow their guards to drop and their insecurities to show. Only to each other do they bear their truest thoughts and deepest fears.

It’s no secret to either of them that losing the other tops that list of fears.

“S’rry,” Caleb manages. He can’t open and close his mouth enough to form full words, but he thinks it’s enough for Essek to understand him just the same. “Didn’ ‘ean to s’are you.”

Essek doesn’t reply to that, and Caleb stops trying to force out words in order to conserve his energy. As Caleb slowly regains movement in his toes first and then his fingers, Essek runs his long, thin fingers through Caleb’s hair in soothingly repetitive motions. He uses his magic to check for anything on Caleb he can heal, occasionally warming him until his body takes over the action of regulating his own temperature once more.

It’s a long, grueling process. Caleb may not be able to speak properly, but the sounds of pain as his muscles are able to move again are unmistakable. Every nerve that comes back to life feels like it’s on fire for several minutes, a sharp, constant pain that inches through his body at a snail’s pace.

“I could heal you faster, but then I risk not having enough energy to get us back home,” Essek says, eyeing Caleb closely for any sign of a response.

Caleb shakes his head slowly. He’s no stranger to pain, and he’s come back from worse without anyone to aid and reassure him. Still, the comfort is nice. Even the pangs of guilt he feels over putting Essek in danger are coupled with joy in the knowledge that he has someone willing to put themselves in danger for him. Willing to stay, for him.

It’s all the healing he needs, clinging to that knowledge as he pushes through the pain until he can sit himself upright.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Caleb says, waiting until he’s certain he can get the words out with every ounce of strength he possesses. They ring true, as clear and simple as the feeling they’re born from.

“You’d do what you’ve always done, Caleb. You’d survive.” Caleb considers this. It’s true. He knows it’s true, but he also knows a life now that’s more than simply getting by for the sake of survival. Now that he has it he never wants to lose it, or worse, have to re-learn how to live without it.

“Perhaps,” Caleb agrees, taking Essek’s offered hand to stand again for the first time since the attack. His legs are wobbly, but Essek holds him steady until he straightens up fully on his own. “But I much prefer living.”

The statement hangs between them as heavy as the winds that pick up around them. Slowly, Caleb smiles, giving a gentle squeeze to the hand holding his. The squeeze is returned by Essek who smiles softly back.

Wordlessly, they begin the work to open a portal home.

#long post #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #caleb x essek #shadowgast #hurt/comfort #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #critical role #c2

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odinspattern · 3 months

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How does Tav and Astrid feel about kids? Do they like them, or just find them annoying? Are they any good with kids? Would they ever want kids of their own?

Bonus question: Tell us about their kids if they ever have any!

Astrid has no kids and no desire of them either, which Bhaal is not pleased by.

My Tav has two kids! A daughter, called Bar’yrr (Lucky Protector) and a son, called Ilmrae (Life’s Seeker)

Both of these are child’s names, drow usually change theirs when they reach adulthood. There are only a couple of years between them. When Ilmrae was the drow equivalent of twelve, it became clear that he was suffering from some illness that was expensive and hard to treat, especially as the family was not of the upper classes. It was about the same time that it became clear that their daughter was neurodivergent, and that it likely came from Tav’s side of the family.

Tav saw the writing on the wall, their kids would be better off topside, the Underdark is not a great place to be disabled or ND. However funding relocation was expensive and dangerous, so Tav got involved with criminal syndicates and The Black Network (aka Zhentarim) to fund their relocation. Which they managed, provided Tav stay and be in their organisation.

As of now, Tav has not seen their kids or partner since they were relocated, which was about 50 years ago when the plot starts. Meaning that the kids are grown up now.

Their Guardian takes the shape of Ilmrae, and in their first meeting, when Tav is delirious from their fever they do believe it is their son for the whole first encounter. Which the Guardian is not, obviously.

#astrid the drow #astrid Dawnbringer #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #my ocs

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burningdarkfire · 8 months

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[portraiture of a drow]

Essek reminded himself that there was no need to hold onto these fleeting moments. He had his studies, and he would always have his studies. These days in basement rooms would fade into memory in no time. He understood what was important. The Shadowhand has never been surprised by Bren Aldric Ermendrud.

this fic is fanwork of @saturdaysky's beautiful piece of shadowgast art, which i highly recommend you check out!

Rating: E Warnings: None Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, minor Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve/Caleb Widogast Characters: Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Eadwulf Grieve Words: 2108 Posted: 1 October 2023

#critical role #campaign 2 #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #fanfiction #my posts

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widogastc · 2 years

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compilation of random m9 & co hcs (part 1)

not a hc but a passing thought, there is something there about beau using lighting gloves & marrying a strom lord champion. very sweet.

veth gets her peacock earrings to be reminder of molly in fear that because she knew him only when she was a goblin, she will start forgetting him.

caleb got into magic to be able to warm up his family during winter.

jester ran away once when she was a teen, no plan, bags or shoes, just a spur of the moment thing. when she got to the desolated night beach, she felt such desolation and loneliness unmatched by what she felt in her own room that she didn't stop running until she was in her mother's arms.

drows have retractable claws and therefore toe beans. when he was little and sad or scared, verin used to press on & play with essek's. as an adult, essek plays the same way with his own to calm himself down. verin does not know this, yet does the same.

astrid & eadwulf have almost no sensitivity on their forearms.

yasha takes up a lot of hobbies post canon, her favorites being woodworking and clay sculpting. her favorite things to make are badass wooden plugs/earings and little clay idols and statues for everyone she loves. its easier to show care through creation than with words, and not as intimate as music is for her.

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perpetualnovelboyfriend · 5 months

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ooooh, tell me about no one's gonna save you, use you up and break you, the way that I do

Volstrucker Essek AU! Title from You're Mine by Phantogram, the bereavement song of all time, but works extremely well for our purposes here https://open.spotify.com/track/3rchbdfMJ48si8MqFRs6wP

Archmage Ikithon notices the spark of potential in their Dynasty contact during the Luxon deal, Essek commits one final act of treason to the Dynasty, becoming another one of Trent’s volstruckers. Tasked with tempering their new partner, Eadwulf and Astrid find themselves forced to reckon with the pain that made them and the things it’s cost them.

Wulf for one welcomes their new volstrucker buddy, Astrid super fucking does not.

“Here.” Eadwulf sighs before going to rub the salve over Essek’s aching forearms himself. The drow bites his lip, but the small whimper of pain still makes its way out. “You think this hurts? You should count yourself lucky we moved on to ink and needles. Try holding still while he shoves a rock through your arm.” “That sounds wholly unnecessary.” “Well, yeah. Now. We didn’t know it worked like this too.” “How long ago was that?” “Fifteen, sixteen years ago.” Essek frowns. “You were a child.” “Sure.”

“You like men. You miss men. One man in particular. I get it.” “You miss him too.” “Yeah, him. Not some spindly little crick.” “He’s not spindly.” “You catch one of his elbows to the face, then we’ll talk.” “Stop brawling with him.” “That wouldn’t be fair.” Eadwulf inclines his head for her to explain further. “We spend fifteen fucking years strung out and beating on each other for Ikithon’s amusement and he just… shows up.”

oh and Essek accidentally kills Astrid in a training exercise (Wulf does normal people CRP its fine) and his excuse is well she would have killed me so... They're going to make him worse 😇

[WIP Ask Game!]

#wip ask game #its in such pieces I just need a good week's worth of motivation

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anxietiefling · 2 years

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thinking about traumatized wizard ot4 again

astrid and essek never quite stop dancing around each other like two cats who live in the same house, but one occupies the ground floor and one owns the first story. they snark are each other, but will get indignant if someone else dares to snark at the other. like, excuse me, this is my nemesis-turned-disgruntled-secondary-partner, get your own. they don’t trust each other. they would murder for the other. they work well together. they will never agree over a single thing in their lives.

wulf probably shrugs one day and decides that essek is too skilled, too attractive, and too in love with caleb to keep being distrustful. essek loves caleb. wulf loves bren. that’s enough common ground. if thelyss weren’t so prickly, he’d hit that too. wulf continues his best life as archmage himbo. it’s a lot and it’s dishonest work.

caleb in the beginning worries his insides out and then over time comes to realize that, yes, as feared, the scourgers and his drow are very similar, yes, he has a pattern, yes he is a mess, but also, probably no time like the present to trust them to find their better selves. essek knows that one day he will take care of astrid’s and eadwulf's stones in the grove, because it would be important to caleb.

my money is on either then becoming a polycule out of resignation or an all-time double date. the scourges get aggressively invited by jester to the m9 reunions. sometimes they give in. it’s big „my ex from two years ago is accidentally still my emergency contact“ vibes.

what are four traumatized war criminal wizards with deep self-esteem issues und fractured sense of self in one place? a godsdamned polycule.

#critical role #blumenshadowdrei #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #astrid beck #eadwulf grieve

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nautiscarader · 1 year

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A new kind of magic, chapter 2

(Ao3)

"…I think …. I think we should take it slowly", Amity replied, "It is our first visit here"

"Makes sense", Wendy replied, letting Dipper take the shirt from her body as they chose the leftmost bed. "We didn't immediately jump into swinging after."

"Yeah,you were a bit too worried what that other redhead can do to me…",Dipper joked,sneaking a kiss to her shoulder, prompting Wendy to retaliate with a full kiss.

"Yeah, badass girls with axes were his thing…", Astrid joked from the rightmost one, as Hiccup took thick furs from her shoulders in a similar gentlemanly manner.

That left the middle one for Luz and Amity,who was carried there bridal-style, much to her delight. Luz leaned over her,sneaking kiss after kiss against her slightly trembling arms, as she tried her to concentrate on each other.

"Relax, my sweet potato", she whispered,licking her earlobe, "It's just you and me… and two other couples, who also think there's only them"

"Y-yeah, it's kinda-", Amity spoke, looking nervously at the other, half-naked couples.

"Wait! I've got something for this!"

Luz interrupted herand reached into her bag, pulling out her glyphs, collected on post-it notes.

"Wait, where is it…'instant ice cream'?, no… 'bubble bath, just add water'?, no… 'microwave dish without microwaving the plate'?, also no…", she mumbled, shuffling through them. "Ah, there it is!"

She took two clean ones and cxopied the complicated spell,explaining herself.

"It's a light glyph, or rather,light-and-shadow glyph. It only gives light to those, who wield it."

She took one copy and walked nonchalantly towards half-naked Hiccup and placed it on his bottom.

"Girl, it's easy, just slap him. Same for you.", she spoke placing a second on on Wendy's freckled bottom.

She came back to her girlfriend and held the third glyph.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes!"

They joined their hands and pressed against it, drowing the rest of the room in darkness, leaving only they in subtle, flickering light that seemed to exist everywhere and nowhere, bathing them in subtle glow.

Amity gasped at the magic-induced privacy, as the two horny girls finally let their urges conquer their fear, her moan driving Lu into her bosom, as Amity lifted her blouse.

But then, two other set of voices reached them, as the remaining four started their foreplay.

"Oh, right.", Luz suddenly realised, "It-it only dims the lights, not the voices…"

"It's fine,actually",Amity reddened, hearing Wendy moan from her side, combined with Hiccup low groan from the other. "It's kinda… kinky"

"Oh, yu are the hottest sweet potato!"

Luz leapt into her arms,and as their lips met, they heard something else: music. Slow, sensual tune that eluded the image of fireplace and warmth…

"Oh my Titan, this place has its own soundtrack", Luz gasped,as the two were locked in a heated kiss.

With their hands working hard to disrobed each other, the two witches rolled around their bed,and once Amity was left naked, it was time for Luz to take charge again,diving between her thighs, adding Amity's voice to the chorus of moans coming from both sides.

And as Amity threw her head back into the pillow, feeling Luz's skilful tongue against her lips, she found she was no longer embarrassed, neither by her own naked state, nor the fact that four other lovers were enjoying their time.

In fact, she wondered if she can out-match Wendy praising Dipper for his oral skills, or Hiccup loving Astrid's mouth around his cock, judging from the sounds.

"Keep-keep doing that!", Amity proclaimed, digging her fingers into Luz's messy hair, "I love you, I love you!"

She heard the other's moans as well, as they continued, but she was focused on one girl that was most important for her. And when Luz their eyes met, Amity recognised the frisky glare. She knew what will happen next.

A piece of paper was placed against her clit,and with a single touch of Luz's finger, she unleashed the '2000 vibrators on top of washing machine' glyph, sending Amity into orgasmic stupor that made her arch her back and twist her body, thrashing against Luz as waves of pleasure tore her apart.

What felt like hours later, she opened her eyes to find Luz, kissing her breasts that roseup and down withher erratic breathing.

But she also saw Wendy's kissing Dipper, his glasses skewed and covered in her juices, and on the other side, Astrid's loud gulps meant she was collecting her reward.

"You okay, babe?", Luz asked.

"Yeah.", Amity answered, kissing Luz, "But now… how about we show them what kind of magic we can do?"

#wendip #hiccstrid #lumity #lemon #h-hotel #nautiscaraderfics

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