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have-a-treato · 4 months

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Distraction

Gale/female sorcerer Tav

Content: Smut, short, one-shot, porn with feelings, power play, grinding, penis in vagina sex, desk sex, cunnilingus, bratting, modern AU (sort of), married, post-canon, mage hand spell, detect thoughts spell, restraint

Word count: 3.8k

The desk was long and wide, with plenty of surface space left to display a few of his many academic, societal, and guild awards, carefully contained within small crystal display domes. It was an alter to his mind and magic. She had a particular plan to worship upon that altar very soon.

I'm truly very normal about my draconic sorcerer Tasha and Gale. You didn't ask but they have a playlist. If you read Credentials you know these two, though she was just Tav at the time.

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Tasha had been building Gale’s ire all day.

She could not help herself. Gale’s anger was too delicious, and she had a craving.

Throughout his day in his study, he worked painstakingly to translate a collection of old spell scrolls from Celestial to Common as a joint effort between Blackstaff Tower and the Watchful Order. He had been in his study for several days, working in long stints to meet his self-imposed deadline. Neither organization offered him hard limits on a timeline, he simply enjoyed the task so much that he worked tirelessly and neglected the other aspects of his life. Tasha was one of those aspects, much to her irritation. He’d barely spoken to her since he began this project, and she and Tara had to force him to eat and sleep. His proclivity for extreme focus on these projects was a work in progress between her and Tara. She understood that it was in his nature, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it. It also didn’t mean that she didn’t miss him when he was like this.

Much of the time, he acquiesced to the two of them without incident. Still, she couldn’t resist using these special instances to needle him into a frenzy. Gale did not have a temper, not really, but the rare times she worked him up into overwhelming annoyance sparked a flame inside her that she could not extinguish, and now she sought it out when he was hidden away in his work like this. Her game came with the bonus of helping him break his hyperfocus. A win-win.

She waltzed into the circular central room of Gale’s giant study in their home in Waterdeep for the tenth time that day, her black pumps clicking on the dark wood floor. Gale was seated, as he had been each time she entered, at his ornate rosewood desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose as he scrutinized his computer screen. Oblivious to her entry, he perched his chin in his hand as he clicked through several different windows of Celestial language references.

Tasha continued walking along the edge of the room, the walls lined with bookshelves that conformed to their unusual curve. The ceiling was high, and natural light spilled through the skylight carved in the center, flooding the room with late afternoon peachy hues. Gale's desk sat directly underneath the skylight. The sunlight brought out the blonde colors in the woodgrain, making it appear brighter, and spilled over his graying dark brown hair. Dust motes wavered in and out of the beams, as if peeking over his shoulders, pondering his notes. His laptop sat atop a matching rosewood stand, the large sleek monitor tucked to one corner so he could spread out his papers and paraphernalia. A crystal scrying orb sat on the other side, pens and pencils scattered about, stacks of overflowing file folders, and all the notes he had been hand writing front and center. The desk was long and wide, with plenty of surface space left to display a few of his many academic, societal, and guild awards, carefully contained within small crystal display domes. It was an alter to his mind and magic.

She had a particular plan to worship upon that altar very soon.

Tasha strode at a leisurely pace along the shelves, stopping occasionally to remove a book and idly flip through the pages before returning it. She pretended she was looking for something, arranging and rearranging a few collections of scrolls, scrutinizing the display cases of their artifacts collected from their foray of saving the world.

She hemmed and hawed as she went, waiting to see how long it would take before he finally asked what she wanted. Unfortunately for her, she made several circuits around the room without him taking notice. On her fifth pass by the marble bust of the Blackstaff, she crossed her arms and huffed at his back. As she tapped her foot, she considered being more obvious, but ultimately, she knew she would have to be aggressive. That was fine by her.

Smoothing a few flyaway hairs from her long, slick, dark braid, she kicked off her pumps and strode around to the front of his desk. Time to get what she wanted. She leaned on the desktop, making sure the angle was right for him to see the small swell of her breasts through the gap in her cream-colored chiffon blouse, hoping to tease him with a glimpse of her umber decolletage.

Now that she was directly in front of him at his desk, Gale looked up from his monitor at her with a mild smile, his eyes peering at her over his reading glasses, “What can I do for you this time, my love?”

He’s so cute, she thought. She cleared her throat, “I suspect you have ideas, based on your tone.”

“Well, it is not lost on me that you have come in here multiple times today,” He chuckled, folding his hands underneath his chin. “While I am always pleased by your presence, I think we both know you want something other than references on the diet of mephits, discussion on the mating habits of ogres, or... What was it you were here for at noon?”

“Dragon liches. But that was genuine!” She grumbled, “Related to my research.”

“Indeed,” he grinned, looking up at her expectantly.

She huffed, stood straight, and rounded the desk to his chair. She pressed into his space, the front of her thighs pressed against the plastic arms, attempting to loom over him as she defended herself.

“I have reason to believe my ancestor has become a lich, and I’d like to ask a favor, so I’m looking into it. But,” she emphasized at the intrigued look that bloomed across his face, “That’s neither here nor there. I was looking for Professor Dekarios, and I found him,” she purred, trailing a finger across the back of his chair, “But the Professor has been very busy lately. So busy he’s neglecting a poor student.”

Gale set his glasses down and ran a hand down his face, rubbing his tired eyes, groaning at her playacting.

“Tasha, please.”

“Please, what?” she mocked.

He looked up at her imploringly, eyes widened for a moment, showing off the deep brown pools. But then his eyebrows lowered, his face changing entirely as he caught on to her game. Quicksilver sparked across his eyes, and his award-winning smile graced her with an appearance. A moment there was Gale, and another there was the Wizard of Waterdeep. This man seemed to have a plan Tasha may or may not like.

It thrilled her.

As he held her eyes a hand snaked around to the small of her back. He pulled her down onto his lap, facing the desk, deliberately positioning her to straddle his thigh. Mage hands held her elbows and wrists together making her lean forward and balance precariously.

He pulled her backward by her long braid, leaning forward to meet her ear, “Is this the sort of attention you were after?”

She nodded, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“Very well. You are going to use my thigh while I finish my work. If you do as I ask, and behave, perhaps I’ll humor you after.”

Her breath hitched in excitement, her chin tucking down with her submission.

“Begin.”

She obeyed, rocking her hips along his thigh, the rustle of the fabric of his trousers as she moved the only sound left in the room. Gale turned back to his notes, writing with one hand and hovering the other over the small of her back. He completely ignored her, focused on the details of his writing. She snuck a peek as she rocked; something about the context of a phrase that would lend different translations if not considered. Her eyes blurred with the tedium of it while she worked herself. He was writing slowly as well, taking his time to form the letters neatly, pausing to consider a sentence, crossing things out on occasion. It drove her mad. It wasn’t enough for her to come, but the friction of her grinding was a perfect tease. She was growing ever wetter, and she hoped he would feel it soon.

She pressed down a little harder and tried a little moan for him, to get his attention.

“Silence,” he quietly admonished her, still not even pausing to look up from his notes.

The spectral hands at her wrists and elbows tightened their grip incrementally. Pressure and tightness added deliciously to the sensation of her grinding on his thigh, causing a genuine whimper at the back of her throat. Her pace picked up, her back arching in a C shape as she bore down, so close now.

But Gale had other ideas. He pulled her back toward him by her braid again, halting her movements.

“You are not behaving as I requested.”

She growled, her frustration reaching its peak.

Enough was enough; she wanted to come and so she would.

Her magic flared to life, dispelling his mage hands and conjuring her own. She stood from his thigh, turned, and pressed a finger to his lips before he could argue. His eyes widened in indignation with the realization that she’d silenced him. Her mage hands took his wrists, his pen discarded onto his notes, and bound them to the arm rests of his wheeled desk chair. Smug, Tasha pushed his chair back with a foot placed between his legs. She surveyed him with a smile, biting her lip when she saw the wet mark she left on his slacks.

“My patience ran out,” she said playfully. Gale only shook his head, looking delightfully incensed. He clenched his fists, his jaw, and her favorite little crease deepened between his brows.

She reached out to smooth it, “Don’t worry my love. You’ll get your fill.”

She hopped up on the desktop, propping her feet on the edge and flipping her flowing red pleated skirt over her knees, all for Gale to see. She reveled in how his pupils dilated once he realized she was bare. Oh yes, she had quickly discarded her lace panties before entering his study, fully intending on having him restrained in that chair and unable to do anything but watch.

Leaning back on one elbow, she trailed her fingers to each button of her blouse, parting the material to show him the black lace bustier underneath. They continued their journey down her umber midriff, through the wet curls between her legs, and finally parting the folds of her eager cunt. She dipped two fingers inside herself, slickening them and circling around her clit. She sighed at the relief, circling faster, adding pressure, giving herself what she had been wanting. Her head tipped back for a moment as she reveled in her pleasure.

Gale sat still in his chair, seemingly content to watch, but she knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted much more. She slowed her fingers, sliding them back and forth through her folds, parting them for him, circling her entrance, teasing him visually. He leaned forward slightly, watching with growing interest, but still sitting prim like the good boy he was.

“Will you taste me, Gale?” she asked huskily.

He looked up at her, gracing her with his wonderous smirk, nodding slightly.

She grinned back at him and reached out with her hand, pulling his chair back toward the desk with magical force. His hands would remain bound, but his mouth was free to do what he did best.

He locked eyes with her as he leaned forward, parting his lips, ghosting his breath across her. She bit her lip in anticipation, but he did not indulge her. He continued blow air across her wet pussy, causing shivers to break out from the base of her spine up to the crown of her scalp, raising the fine hairs along her arms and the back of her neck.

She threw her head back in frustration, “You still tease me?” She whined.

“You’ve taught me well, my love.”

He took pity on her and latched, swirling his tongue around her clit as he sucked. Her body responded instantly, her hips grinding into his face as her pleasure barreled toward that edge she desperately wanted to be thrown over. Her hands fisted his hair, her hips bucked, her muscles tensed, and then... cold.

Gale had freed his hands easily once he had determined they were needed. Those hands, those wicked hands, had then chilled her clit with the lightest touch, halting her orgasm.

She growled and yanked his hair, “I loathe when you use my own element against me, especially when you use it like that.”

“Hmm, it tastes like you rather liked it,” He rumbled, licking at her entrance greedily for her bittersweet taste. His hands gripped her ass, kneading in an apology. “You seemed to enjoy the last few times as well.”

“I think you take denial too literally,” she sighed, already beginning to melt to him, ever the fire to her ice. But he’s not wrong, she thought, I do like it, maybe too much.

“Shall I do it again since you like it so much?” He sneered.

Tasha gasped, “Did you read my thoughts?”

“Mmm,” He answered between a lick through her center. “Forgive me.”

“Well, if you’re going to be in my head let’s make good use of it, shall we?” She shook her head at him in mock admonishment, a smirk across her face until Gale sucked at her clit again.

He could read her thoughts until they were not thoughts at all, only spikes of feeling. It could be rather disorienting, attempting to take direction from someone caught in lust’s haze. Gale was not one to back down from a challenge such as this, however. Tasha collapsed back onto the desktop, her arms limp beside her head. Her hips writhed into his face, as good a signal as any that what he was doing was well received. He felt her need to be filled and provided two fingers; he felt her need pressure and pressed down with the flat of his tongue; he felt her pleasure and drove her higher and higher, his fingers crooking inside her and pushing in and out with the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. Her thighs found their way onto his shoulders, and as he thrust her into a powerful orgasm they squeezed around his head, her toes curling and her cry echoing off the rounded walls of his study. It was sweet music, perfectly paired with the scent and taste of her like this, flooded with her release.

As she went limp, he withdrew his fingers and gently placed her thighs back down, kissing the tender skin on the inside and brushing his beard there. She whimpered with oversensitivity, her chest heaving to catch her breath.

Now he had her where he wanted her, and the picture of her disheveled and spread out over his desk, displacing his achievements and artifacts of his hard work, all his things askew as if she claimed the place for herself, drove him feral.

He sat her up with gentle hand at her back, tucking stray flyaway hairs back behind her ears. She gave him a drunken smile and he erased it with his kiss, biting and commanding. He parted her legs and tugged her to his groin, her chest flush with his.

“I do not much enjoy being made the fool,” he growled in her ear, referring to when she had him restrained in his desk chair.

“It appears you’ve enjoyed it well enough,” Tasha sneered, lifting her hips to feel the firmness in his trousers. She hummed, now sex drunk, but still craving Gale like a sinful treat, “You gave me a reward. What shall my punishment be, archmage?”

Gale grabbed her face over her mouth to silence her, firmly but gently pushing her back on the desk and looming over her. He fumbled with his belt, whispering in her ear angrily, “I'm going to fuck you the way I want and you’re going to be quiet about it.”

A manic giggle burst from her throat, and he hurriedly whipped himself out and pushed inside her. Her giggles cut off on a moan that brought a fiendish grin to his lips. He rose again and yanked her to the edge of the desk, nearly knocking his laptop off. A few of his paper notes were crumpling beneath her but he was the farthest away from caring. He held her thighs tight and wide as he hammered into her in quick, angry thrusts, making the desk lurch slightly each time. Gods, her cunt was like home. No matter how irrational she made him, it was always made up for when he was being gripped by her.

Without his hand stifling her she started moaning in earnest, arching her back and throwing her hands above her head to give him a show of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, “Finally!”

“I distinctly remember telling you to be quiet,” he chided half-heartedly. He truly enjoyed any praise from her, even if she was breaking his rules.

Tasha giggled again, sat up slowly between his thrusts and pulled him closer by his dark sweater, whispering, “I’ll make you a deal. Fuck me how I want, and I’ll quietly let you know just how much I like it.”

Despite having indulged her quite recently, he could not resist her. He groaned long and low, the way she commanded him lighting fire in his veins, “Tell me.”

She bit his lip and giggled again, “Turn me around and lean over me. I’m starving for you Gale, fuck me hard. Tell me how good it is to be in my pussy again.”

His hips stuttered at her instructions, a small moan leaving his chest. He quickly pulled out and did as she asked, pulling her off the desk, turning her around by her hips, and bending her over it.

Tasha moaned as her chest hit the desktop and she felt his cock slam back into her, “Oh, gods, yes,” she hissed.

He rested his weight over her, pressing his forehead against her temple, the thin scales there tickling his skin. His panting breaths ruffled her black hair as he spoke, “I didn’t realize how much I missed this cunt until you let me taste it. I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

Tasha whimpered, arching her back and widening her stance to have him even deeper. He spoke with such dignity and grace, to hear him say things like that stoked her fire even higher.

“What a fool I am to abstain from this. Your words sharp as blades but your pussy sweet as honey.” He grinned as he thrust deep inside her and stilled, teasing her yet again. To add to her despair, he whispered, “I reach godhood within you.”

Her whine at his teasing broke off into giggles, “Divine my pussy may be, but you belong nowhere near godhood Gale Dekarios.”

“You are right, as always,” He chuckled with her. His hand snaked down between the desk and her sex, his fingers circling her clit as his thrusts continued and quickened. He whispered, “I belong with you.”

No more words were passed between them as they lost themselves to each other. Gale rutted into her as she moaned and whimpered without care, sliding forward on the desk as he fucked her. His free hand caught hers that gripped the desk, lacing their fingers together. His mouth alternated between gracing her neck with open-mouthed kisses and panting in her ear as he rested his forehead against her temple.

“I missed you,” Tasha gasped.

Her confession had him bursting, wholly unexpected and sweet. A deep groan ripped from his chest as his muscles seized, spilling seemingly endlessly inside her, his cock throbbing in time with the flutter of her cunt. She squeezed him as if to milk him, her arm reaching back to grip his ass through his slacks. She hummed with satisfaction as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck while he caught his breath, taking small tastes of her sweat there.

When he could think beyond the feel of her cunt enveloping him, he stood up and gently guided her to do the same. He sat her back on the desk and began buttoning her blouse for her after tucking himself away and straightening his sweater. Each button put to rights was concluded with peck on her cheek there, her neck there, and her nose here. Once he finished with the penultimate button, he took her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs across the opalescent scales adorning them.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured solemnly.

Tasha barked a short laugh in surprise, “Whatever for, Gale?”

“For getting so absorbed by this project. I realize I’ve been become somewhat of a hermit in here while you’ve been left to fend for yourself.”

“Oh Gale, I know you love your work. Your mind is only one of the reasons I fell in love with you. I wouldn’t change it for anything.”

Tasha’s hands held his wrists reverently as she melted to his touch. Her icy blue eyes fell into his brown pools. The sunlight through the roof had deepened to red and peach, the rays catching in his irises and revealing the gold and crimson within. Warring aspects of himself that battled endlessly: the golden child, the treasured husband, the honored academic; the formidable battle mage, the power-hungry man, the vainglorious prodigy. She loved them all, even if she didn’t like them all.

“I love you,” she whispered onto his lips, as true now as the first time she said it. “And I love teasing you,” she grinned.

“It is quite astonishing how you manage to bring out the best and worst in me.”

At that she nipped his lip, “No, Gale. There is no worst or best. There is only you, and I love you.”

He sighed, resting his forehead on hers in defeat, having had this conversation many times before. “I know, I know...” his fingers trailed down to her arms, rubbing gently, “Hmm. Someday I may just be worthy of you.”

He shushed her impeding reply with a finger at her lips, “Yes, yes, but enough of that. I think my wife requires a bath and a feast.”

Tasha smiled with the light of Lathander himself, always getting a tiny flutter of butterflies whenever he called her wife. “You wife agrees. To the bath, if you please.”

Gale obliged quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist and hoisting her up to his chest. He placed an affectionate kiss at her chin, looking up at her with all the love in the world as he walked them both down the hall to their bedroom.

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Merry Chrysler fellow Galemancers! Thank you for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it

#i keep forgetting to add things shit #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x tav #gale dekarios romance #gale dekarios smut #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #gale x f!tav #gale/tav

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memaidraws · 3 months

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On Repeat Playlist Tag Game

Rules: Shuffle your repeat playlist 10 times and tag 10 people. Tagged by @flymmsy 😘

If you've ever wanted to laugh at my musical tastes, no better opportunity now, folks!

I know a lot of you guys are within the venn diagram of shared/mutual fandoms, so what I'll do for this (to make things interesting) is assign a pairing for each song and a wee rationale as to why ;)

Tagging: @defira85 @atypicalacademic @dirty-bosmer @henbased @braindancer @feykiller @vasiktomis @circlejourney @chickenparm @sweatandwoe (sorry if you've been tagged before!)

SHEPARD / GARRUS (Mass Effect) Okay, Reina's technically not 'Shepard', and this is a big cheat because Jeon Somi is her voice claim haha. Definitely a song she's released out of spite when Garrus all but disappeared to play vigilante on Omega ;)

MARTIN SEPTIM / MARINA CORVUS (TES IV: Oblivion) Listen, listen, this song is so perfectly them it actually kind of hurts a lot. To people that surrounded Martin, Emperor-to-be, Marina was exactly the kind of troublemaker they needed him to stay away from. But to Brother Martin the man made of flesh? She was everything to him uwu

GORTASH / DURGE (Baldur's Gate III) Come on now, the lyrics are PERFECT for a Durge lamenting about the big dumb crush she's got on Enver and oh my god? He likes her back? (She says, kicking her feet in the air, after a bloody massacre, much to Sceleritas Fel's dismay)

MAYOR HANCOCK / LEE (Fallout 4) UGH oh my god so I know Lee Know from Stray Kids is his faceclaim but this song is very much them. Wanting to run away, seeking freedom where they can take it? Not wanting to take shit for all the crap that's been thrown their way? Yeah <3 Maybe for a modern AU <3

GORTASH / DARK URGE (Baldur's Gate III) It's not cheating! If Kill! Kill! Kill! was from Durge's perspective, I can see this being from Gortash's perspective (the fact this is one genuine emo/alt??? perfect for Gorty's aging rockstar look). Like come on, it's in the name, the lyrics, the screamo bridge? Davey Havok knows what's up.

ONMUND / ALREK (TES V: Skyrim) Oh man. Oh man so this particular album from Bastille has been very Onmund/Alrek coded to me (for reasons I won't get into yet ;D) But this is very much like Alrek watching the world quite literally burn and the only thing he can think of is courting the cute mage and throwing all his cares into the wind. After all, when the world's ending, why does any of it matter?

CAPT DELACOURT / MC (Heart of a Sky Pirate) Hey, my otome game officially lives on an app, so this counts ;D But these more upset, shanty-esque songs definitely reminds me of Delacourt and his romance route. Throwing your cares to the wind (literally) and having a grand ol' time no matter where the adventure takes you.

F!SOLE SURVIVOR / CURIE (Fallout 4) Hear me out: I think Parker's (my sole) romance with Curie is almost highschool puppy love. And it doesn't help that they both have some pretty huge baggage that they need to work through-- so having someone to lean on and love in a way that's easy, carefree and happy? Yeah they're gonna hold onto that <3

STELLE / MARCH 7TH (Honkai: Star Rail) Forever crying that my Caelus is getting so many better pulls than my Stelle, but fwiw, I definitely think Stelle and March have a very fun, easy-going relationship. Kinda need to when you're Trailblazing across the galaxy in a giant space train (and angering gods along the way, oops!)

GALE DEKARIOS / TAV (Baldur's Gate III) Hear me out: I think these two would be so into each other in the way that they absolutely would not leave each other alone. You think Astarion/Tav is bad? These two have it worse. To be more precise, my Tav for this romance, Rae, is very much into exploring his romantic curiosities with Gale. No one else makes him feel as safe and wanted uwu

#music tagged #if you weren't tagged and wanna participate go ahead!#just say I tagged you and I'll come check it out!#no obligation btw to those who were tagged!#Spotify

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gatheredfates · 9 months

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Spell your url (2.0.) ✧˖°.

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

Naturally I have many more characters that sense, so the FUN game is trying to pick which character fits which song through listening before you read the brackets (spoiler warning, my biggest playlist is for Kor)

@archaiclumina raised me to the challenge of doing this AGAIN after I said I would if anyone were to hit me up with another tag so... here we are again.

G - GRAVEDIGGER by MXMS (Sarrai / Elandervier)

A - ALL ABOUT ANNA by Cellogram (Koret)

T - TROUBLEMAKER by Freddy Hale (Sarrai)

H - HELL OR HIGH WATER by The Rescues (Ashley)

E - EASY by Saycet (Aryele)

R - RETROGRADE by James Blake (Aryele)

E - EXXUS by Glass Animals (Z)

D - THE DROWNING by Elsa and Emilie (Koret)

F - THE FATHER COMPLEX by Many Rooms (Koret)

A - ATHETOSIS by Crywolf (Koret)

T - THE TRADITION by Halsey (Alaice / Elandervier)

E - EARTHRISE by Starset (Seelu)

S - [SKOTOTROPISM] by Crywolf (Koret / Z)

Tagging: @emc2beans, @lark-mage, @luck-and-larceny, @xmimiteh, @fantasmagoriam, @alixennial, @winternightjewels, @ythealleycat, @starrysnowdrop, @82-99 (for sealrock?), @haellen-o and you! If you'd like to be tagged in any dash games I participate in, I heavily recommend you like my permanent interaction call here!

If people tag me again I'm doing character names for some variety because lord I am running out of E songs.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — character answers / memes #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks

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jaesrri · 8 months

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So idk if anyone cares much, but I just gotta throw this out there-

DND Tumblr, send us some luck. I beg of you.

We open session tomorrow with initiative rolls and the facts are these:

We are level 8

Our playgroup is insane-we have a fully homebrew world, run Valda's Spire of Secrets from Mage Hand Press alongside most official 5e content and any other shiny bits that suit us

No really we're nuts. We have 1.6 conlangs (one full, a dialect thereof, and a few extra phrases) This campaign has already spawned a prequel novel, two prequel one-shots, thousands of words of prequel and concurrent text roleplay, an in-universe romance novella, and at least the threat of a prequel detective fiction-of-some-length. Plus assorted art, and an intro and an outro vid, and many, many playlists

The party consists of:

a 13 year old half drow necromancer who isn't exactly an orphan. Raised by the third of her mom's poly triad (terrorist cell leader, jealous AF, sus). Recently chosen as high priestess of Drow goddess of Death we.... May have released/awakened.

A playboy human guardsman (short king, twink, disaster bi) witch/fighter with two souls and royal blood. Also a very good loving mom and stepdad and lotsa excellent (vulnerable) siblings. Recently discovered blood dad and niece rather more questionable

A big (very strong, bit fat, busty) human Magani (oppressed desert culture- the conlang is theirs) fighter/cleric (battle master/twilight) and reluctant Prophet. Her boyfriend (secretly husband (secret wedding 4 in-game days ago)) is Magani by blood but not culture and also a state official (now rogue but not yet officially caught) ((Me!!!))

A Magani amethyst dragonborn aberrant mind sorcerer with a taste for gossip and a successful shop (girlfriend is half-orc craftsman smith- super sweet n talented, shit at finances). Incapable of minding her own buisness

Fairy mad bomber alchemist with a history as an expert fireworks maker and family back home in another country. Here investigating/troubleshooting fuckery in the Dreaming (existential threat to our world). In over their head (we all are)

Human warmage rebel/spy with serious history and beef with the imperial establishment. Recently reunited after 10 years with her sister. Things are rather tense, since said sister is now a warlock of a powerful member of the government (not quite as bad as it sounds, but very awkward)

We have 2 allied NPCs for this encounter, our fighter/cleric's boyfriend (husband), an eloquence bard (9th, poss 10th lvl), and one of the two high government officials that's been trying to make nice with us (sus, but we're pretty desperate) (sister's patron) who is a 20th level Wizard

Our opposition:

one equivalent government official who is absolutely opposed to everything we care about, is genocidal (Magani are probably next), and may infact be some sort of planar horror stuck here for reasons not yet understood. Also a slimy bastard.

And his pet horror who is strongly theorized to be our necromancer's dad, transformed and magically leashed. TBD if there's any of him left

Also of interest

None of us are full up on spells, including our npcs

Being caught doing magic by anyone but our friendly govt guy would be bad

I, (fighter/cleric) gave our witch/fighter my steel sword to hold onto, for I am in possession of the hilt of my ancestor's Thoughtblade which was broken in his last stand. I have learned that in order to reforge I I must simply (not easy) believe. So if I don't believe sufficiently I have no weapon

My steel sword is the only weapon our witch/fighter has, having given his rapier to his younger brother on parting and accidentally left his whip hanging in the coat-closet of the burlesque club we just left.

Our warmage is low-key actively plotting to throw the govt wizard NPC to the creature

Once again, the creature might be our teen necromancer's long lost dad

We have no idea what the super villain govt guy is packing. Wizard? Sorcerer? Horrible abomination? We just don't know

Things we (meta) know

The Dm has said the creature's statblock is unfair

That we should remember running away is an option

That the 20th lvl Wizard would find this challenging

There are five battle maps prepared "In case you do the smart thing and run"

"If you guys play this smart, you may all live to escape. If you guys are very smart, you may even defeat it. If you guys run in like a bunch of idiots, you *are* going to lose PCs. Maybe even permadeath, or very hard to cure death at least."

My character's whole deal is protecting people

We are *not* smart

Several of us are very adverse to allowing collateral damage. Others don't care much

This is a big city. Most of us don't know it well.

We should remember running away is an option

Thank you and I'll update on the fallout after. Hopefully without a blank character sheet in hand.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #tabletop #oh god oh god we're gonna die #jaesrri #alondra #polls

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I cannot thank @bunnwich enough for drawing Cynthia! She is STUNNING and I love the little details! Please support bunnwich and their amazing artwork!!

Now without further ado: Cynthia Widow

Background: Cyn does not talk much about life pre-mirror. She mentions her Grandfather but that is all. Whenever anyone asks she stays vague and switches topics. The only one who knows anything about her past is Lilia and that is That.

Time at Night Raven: She loves being at NRC. Between the great friends, the magic education, and the interesting events that keep happening, she has no desire to find a way to her ‘home’. She has already made a new family with Grim, Grace, the guys at NRC, and the incoming girls now that Crowley has declared the school to be Co-Ed. The constant Overblots are kind of a bother, but they also allow her to get to understand the dark side of the school's most powerful. Things get even more interesting when the “Thatch School for Troubled Mages” join NRC as the new members of Ramshackle. Now with a dorm of 8 troublemakers, she is learning what it takes to be a leader and starts to discover another side of herself, a darker side that fits in with her dormmates and her school.

Personality: At first glance, Cyn looks like the stereotypical Good Girl: patient, kind, considerate, and funny, but that was a pure mask. The longer she stays at NRC, the more her true colors start to reveal themselves. She is cunning, sly, intelligent, mischievous, and curious. She becomes more herself. Outspoken, stating her opinions, ideas, beliefs, and her new seen darkness matched her peers and scares most. She likes to solve puzzles whether it is people problems or board games. She is determined, headstrong, and organized which makes her a great dorm leader. She is able to deduce the risk of situations and likes to take chances with her dice. There are times she is too scary, mischievous, or cold due to "unfavorables" and that is when she becomes, as Floyd calls it “The Barracuda”. But she is generally a good person, but when someone pushes her too far, she can get… scary… Boogie Man Scary.

Trivia:

She has a weird fondness for spiders. Whenever she sees one, she watches it for a while and only moves it if absolutely necessary (i.e. someone will kill it and she isn’t there to stop them)

Lilia calls her Lady Luck since things always seem to work out in her favor, in luck games at least (This started when she won three games of Yahtzee in a row).

Idia thought she was actually the boogie madam from his nightmares since the first time they met it was dark and in one of her "moods".

She loves to analyze movies and books. She has notebooks full of notes, connections, and theories from all different kinds of media. She loves Claymation and animation in particular as she appreciates the artwork that goes into creating feature-length films.

Her study playlist is full of movie soundtracks and, if asked, she can tell you exactly what’s going on in the movie at any point in any song. (Carter likes to quiz her, and the only time she lost was on a movie she had yet to see)

Her Mom glare and scheming smile are her scariest faces according to the majority of the school, she is second only to the Leech Twins.

Her prized position is a necklace with a spider pendant made from amethyst and silver. It is the only thing she has from her world and she refuses to take it off.

Floyd called her Shrimpy when they first met, but after he saw her ‘other side’ when they scammed her friends, he quickly change her nickname to “Barracuda”

If you have any other questions about Cynthia, please don't hesitate to ask! Also, go support @bunnwich and their amazing artwork!

Also if you want to know more about Cynthia and Grace's story, be sure to check out my Fanfic: "Dark-Underland: A Different Twisted Tale."

Edits were made: 7/14/2023

#twst oc #disney twst #twst #twst fanfic #disney twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland #CynWritesOcs

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seafoampages · 5 months

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Writeblr Intro

hi, welcome to my writeblr! my name is cam, i’m a 20-year-old english lit and publishing student, and i’m creating this new blog because posting about my wips motivates me to work on them!

i’ll be posting info about my wips including character aesthetics, playlists, excerpts and memes, plus updates on what i’m currently reading

pronouns: she/her

hobbies (besides writing): cooking & baking, reading, painting, video games (pokémon, sims, minecraft)

favourite books: the book thief (marcuz zusak), roots of chaos series (samantha shannon), practical magic series (alice hoffman), when women were dragons (kelly barnhill), the lunar chronicles (marissa meyer), the scholomance series (naomi novik), the school for good and evil series (soman chainani) and the miseducation of cameron post (emily danforth)

audience: ya / new adult

genres: high fantasy + urban fantasy, sci-fi, romance

common tropes in my writing: grumpy sunshine pairings, protective siblings overcoming conflict (50% chance the sister is a scientist, 100% chance both of them are queer), faeries, unapolagetically affectionate couples, very tall hot people, defrosting ice queens

my wips include:

WE ARE THE BURNED 🔥⚔️🌊

main wip, high fantasy, new adult,multiple pov, mediterranean-inspired setting

in a world where words are magic, and breaking a promise could take your life, nations battle for territory and glory. avary and ronan must fight to stay together while escaping the country they love, tariq struggles to live between the cruelty of his city’s cartel and the gentle wisdom of his teacher, and abilenne weaves through her responsibilities as a crown princess, eldest sister and future bride

themes include overcoming other people's expectations and found family

UNNAMED HARPY WIP 🕊🗡☀️

high fantasy, ya, fairytale retelling, sapphic romance

thayde’s favourite story as a child was the one about an ancient princess who could see the future, locked in a tower prison by a warlock. but it was also her least favourite, because it didn’t have a hero. now a fully grown harpy, thayde wants to win the queen’s tournament and prove herself worthy of finding the kingdom’s best kept secret.

themes include discovering self-worth and enemies to lovers

MAGES 🌃✨💀

urban fantasy, ya, alternate earth

kad’s mother was a murderer, a terrorist, a villain. the whole world is hell-bent on reminding her, despite being taken in by the Dupuis foster home for gifted mages and doing her best to be a normal pyromancer. but her magic refuses to grow and the dangers that ended her old family are threatening her new one. can kad uncover what’s happening and make up for her mother’s atrocities?

themes include found family, magical coffee shop and science-fantasy mashup

#writeblr #seafoampages #writeblr intro #my writing #my wips #writing

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ezdotjpg · 6 months

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Bonus Mage for the playlists!

his song is Diane Young by Vampire Weekend

favorite lyrics are:

Nobody knows what the future holds And it's bad enough just getting old Live my life in self-defense You know I love the past, 'cause I hate suspense If Diane Young won't change your mind Baby, baby, baby, baby, right on time

Where "Diane Young" is a play on words for "dying young"

#bonus mage #ask meme #playlist game #askdotjpg

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pixiemage · 10 months

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first time I do this, so 66 for the rancher duo playlist! (It would've embarrassing if this number was already answered lol)

[For the Rancher Playlist Ask Game]

It's all good! Nobody's used that one yet! :D

Track #66 - My Heart is Split by Kerrigan Lowdermilk

This is such a pretty song, and one I LOVE to sing when I'm trying to warm up my voice with something more theater-leaning without being straight up Broadway. It's a sweet song about someone who's torn between the home she grew up in and the new life she's forging for herself...and in this instance, I often picture it as those months between Double Life and the crossover, where Tango and Jimmy are just missing each other across the long distance that divides them. Some lines - This untamed and icy place I live has swept me off my size-five feet - remind me of Tango in Decked Out, while others - I live in between my porch back at home and this strange new world I knit - remind me of Jimmy building a new world on Empires.

Then there's this bit that feels so nostalgic, and it works so so well for the life on the ranch they had to leave behind:

The crickets setting the tempo, The wind dancing across my skin, Reminding me of conversations, Summer nights when I stayed in

If you haven't heard any Kerrigan Lowdermilk music before, I highly recommend it. All the tracks on this album are written by them and performed by different people and I love them so, so, so much. Two Strangers also kills me every time I heard it...though arguably that has little to do with the ranchers, so I'll stop my rambling before I get too carried away lol.

#Solidaritek #Team Rancher #Ask the Mage #Rancher Playlist Ask Game #necodama asks #Ask Game

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 year

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My In-Depth Masterlist!!

Oh my god, it's about time I actually sat down and organized something like this. Hopefully this helps people dive in!

Things I write a whole lot: romance (especially polyamorous romance), gay and trans characters, horror, lab whump, gore, action whump, angst, sickfics, team dynamics, supernatural whump, urban fantasy and lush green post-post-apoc fantasy, also apparently now I do military whump lol Things I don't write: emeto, eye gore

I collaborate a lot too, so you'll see plenty of other people's ocs! Go check them out if you want, I think they're neat.

How to read stuff: I jump around a lot, so don't worry about it. It's generally pretty clear if it's modern or not, and barring my Arknights AU That I Kept Threatening My Friends With where you'll want some knowledge of the actual series/game, you can probably jump in just about anywhere and figure it out as you go!

I think I'll organize this by character! The only limit to characters and worlds colliding is how much I want the characters to interact, so no worries. They'll all be mashed together at some point anyway, if I know myself. All character tags will take you to a list of their drabbles in the order they were written and posted!

Mariano Ortiz/Mariano Cross - Playlist link

Tag: Mage of Violence Transgender man (he/him) A stoic, stiff war mage on a quest to help his kingdom survive an invasion by making a soul-binding Pact with a diamond dragon to make his magic more powerful. An ex-war criminal manager of a mom-and-pop coffee shop with a draconic tattoo artist for a roommate and boyfriend. Either way, he's doing his best to make up for the skeletons in his closet and figure out how to be a person again.

Bastian, Dragon of the Deepest Forge

Tag: Dragon of Diamond Cisgender (sort of??) man (he/him) A brash, headstrong dragon who is one of the most magically potent of his kind and knows it. A gothic, pierced-up tattoo artist with diamond growing from his scalp and the confidence to take in a quiet war criminal as a roommate. He thinks Mariano is weird, and he can smell the blood on his hands a mile away, but that's alright because he's also kind of cute.

The War Mages/Dimitri, Manuel, Laredo, and Izan - Playlist Link

Tag: I'll get around to it I swear, I promise I'll find a good one and actually go through and tag everything eventually Dimitri - Cisgender man (he/him) Manuel - Cisgender man (he/him) Laredo - Transgender man (he/him) Izan - Cisgender man (he/him) A ragtag group of ex-war criminals, no matter the setting. Feared for their ability to raze whole towns with just their magic, they were the pinnacle of their military's power and capabilities. And then Mariano ruined it for everyone. Whether Mariano was top dog or the baby of an elite special ops unit, he just can't seem to stomach what they're doing and the fallout changes every one of their lives. Some are more upset about this than others. They'll be fine, don't worry about it.

Luis - Playlist link

Tag: The Leader Cisgender man (he/him) Gentle, soft spoken, and the only person on this planet who scares Mariano or any of the other war mages. Luis demands perfection from the people he trains. He demands self-sufficiency. He demands the unshakable will to live at any cost. Known for his results and ability to shatter even the most steadfast soldiers, he'll do anything to ensure his mages are able to thrive in any circumstances, even if he has to prepare them for it with his own two hands. Watch out for his whip.

William Bennett - Playlist link

Tag: A Gentle Death Nonbinary (he/him) A sweet, laid-back, blind grim reaper under the employment of Death Herself. Protects souls from the manipulative influence of angels and demons, and safeguards lives from untimely deaths with every fiber of his being. Was MIA for a year, kidnapped as the unwilling, undying assistant of Daniel the Archangel. Has baggage about that nasty scar across his throat, but he'd rather talk about his side gig of DJ-ing at local gay clubs.

Daniel the Archangel

Tag: The Archangel Cisgender man (he/him) A curious, persistent archangel tasked with getting "hands on experience" with humans. Unfortunately for everyone, Daniel is a very literal person, and was also a doctor in life. To achieve his goal, he's started taking on assistants, but they just can't seem to withstand the rigors of his research. Luckily for Daniel, a polite grim reaper was tasked with looking into the string of mysterious deaths and disappearances that all center around his remote mansion. Who is Daniel to say no to such a golden opportunity to show someone what he does?

Brian Litos - Playlist link

Tag: What If This Storm Ends Binary bigender (he/him and she/her) A flirty, bubbly vampire who seems like he'd be more at home in the pool than stalking the night. Sweet and outgoing, Brian has a strong sense of what she wants and how to get it. Unfortunately, he is also an escaped experiment by some scientists who had their eyes on military contracts to manufacture perfect predator of humans. A controllable, undetectable being that kept its soul-tied magic while gaining the physical benefits of being undead. They succeeded. They could not control him for long. Now, after being duped into partaking in the experiments, she's long-dead, has a thirst for blood and a nose for adrenaline, and a happy career as a small-time porn star.

Elliot Bhar - Playlist link

Tag: Lightning Eyes and Alibis Transgender man (he/him) A rough-and-tumble werewolf who spends his days as a waiter at an upscale restaurant. With a history of homelessness and the betrayal of being turned by his own brother following the accidental murder of their parents, Elliot has trust issues galore. He's doing his best to just keep his feet under him and learn to accept help from his boyfriends, though.

Jackson Ryder

Tag: Saturday Sun Cisgender man (he/him) An immortal who's honestly had a chill time so far! Sweet, outgoing, and almost friendly to a fault, he was almost destined to become more than friends with the gentle grim reaper he accidentally spilled coffee on. And the werewolf and vampire that said grim reaper was dating. He just wants to live a comfortable life with the people he loves, but somehow things just keep happening!

Asao the Angel

Tag: Shattered Trust Cisgender man (he/him) An angel with a skeleton in his closet that he'd really, really like to bury, if at all possible. A horrific mistake made as a teenager has haunted him ever since, and drives him to do things he never thought he could in the name of fixing it. What can you do when you just want your best friend back, but he refuses to talk to you after how you murdered him? Nothing but try again, and again.

Gabriel Rivas - Playlist link

Tag: The Original Sin Cisgender man (he/him) A demon prince who killed his way to the top and now rules with a shocking amount of empathy for the demons in his court. Ruling over a labyrinthine city, the screams of the eternally hunted echo through the streets each night, and Gabriel listens with satisfaction. The only people he hates more than the angels who want to hurt Throl are people who prey on the weak, after all. Also he bartends on the side, because he loves to flirt and likes the energy of a gay club on a Friday night.

Throl Escamilla - Playlist link

Tag: It's Sacrilege Nonbinary (he/him) A fallen angel framed for a plot to murder the Seraph that was far, far above him. Such is the risk of being a messenger serving under Archangel Daniel, but Throl does his best not to dwell on the past. He can't particularly complain either, now that he's married to one of the most notoriously violent demon prince's in the demonic realms. Gabriel is sweet, attentive, and would tear apart any would-be vigilantes who would want to destroy the infamous Traitor. Perhaps Throl was really the winner here.

LaChappelle

Tag: The Artist Cisgender man (he/him) A photographer with a taste for intense visuals and a hatred for faking something when the real thing is freely available. He's dedicated to bringing breathtaking photoshoots to stimulate the minds of all his patrons, and for his highest paying contributors...the process videos as well. All his models get something out of it too, as LaChappelle makes sure that every single one gets their prints delivered to their home.

To be continued! I still have plenty of characters to add, but this is a good starting point.

#masterlist #to pin

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Random Heartslabyul Headcanons

Cater Diamond

Cater plays little games on his phone like the TWST equivalent of Candy Crush, Eggy Car, or the Dino Game to unwind

Adding a bit onto that, one of his happiest moments was when his family was busy on his birthday and he could eat spicy ramen in peace while playing his silly little games

In his mind, Cater thinks of people as trends; they come and go and won't stay around forever

(TW: Eating Disorder) After his hatred for sweets started developing, Cater started throwing up whenever he had them (Bulimia or some form of it). Had to eat a load of sweets for an Unbirthday party? "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom. CayCay will be back in a minute!" Sisters stuffing his face with it again? "Mom asked me to tend to her garden. One sec, sis!"

Riddle Rosehearts

(Book 1 spoilers) After his overblot, Riddle uses mantras to calm down, sorta like Pepa from Enchanto. "I have a never ending supply of patience." "This has no effect on my life." "I'm relaxed and at ease."

Riddle also uses music as a way to destress. Singing along to Happy by Pharrell Williams? Nope. He's rocking out to Monster by Skillet.

At least twice a month, he sneaks in to the kitchen and steals a tart. Just sits on the floor and shoves it in his face. Trey doesn't care as long as Riddle brushes his teeth afterward (he doesn't, he forgets)

(TW: More Food Issues) (More book 1 spoilers) Before the trip to the bakery, Riddle had a shit relationship with food. He thought it tasted bland and found it hard to eat. The only reason he would was because of his mother watching over his shoulder. And after the bakery incident, his relationship with it got worse for a while. Though, as he knew that this was unhealthy, he eventually made a promise to himself. That he'd become the mage his mother could be proud of, so she'd allow him to have those breath-taking tarts.

Trey Clover

While baking, he listens to a mix of Nelly Furtado and Eminem. Specifically, Maneater, Promiscuous, Superman, Without Me, and Til' I Collapse.

Trey stuffs recipies in his fedora, like Vivo from... Vivo. At least, he did this when he first came to Night Raven to remember them.

Reminder: he was probably a nervous freshman once. Seeing that would probably be hilarious.

For his fourth year, Trey actually considered interning with Sebek's father.

Ace Trappola

He wet the bed until he was like 8; his brother still makes fun of him for it

His father was extremely close to beating Ace's ass when he found out how Ace treated the Ramshackle Prefect in the beginning. Ace's father is magicless as well and doesn't tolerate any bullshit

A few of his childhood friends go to RSA now, so he doesn't hold as much dislike towards the rival school

His mother is a sensitive topic, he usually doesn't bring her up unless he's making some sort of "motherless" joke. Ace usually only makes motherless jokes if he's made a similar joke about Deuce's dad (and if he's made a joke about an absent parent of Yuu's, if they have one)

Deuce Spade

Coping skills for his anger include: working out, listening to music, and arguing with Ace

He makes playlists not only for his friends, but for certain events in his life. Yes, Deuce did make playlists for the overblots (Riddle's included mostly songs about revolution

There was an inside joke about Deuce not knowing store-bought eggs aren't fertilized in his middle school gang, though he didn't realize it

(TW: Mental health issues) Deuce had little bouts of depression after he overheard his mom's phone call. Doubt would cloud his mind on whether he should stay and if his mother would be better off without him. He'd shake himself out of this thinking process by reminding himself that his mom would be alone if he wasn't there

This was made in the span of two 3am nights. Basically is went through three phases: I'm hungry, I don't like Trey, and I'm listening to Mama by MCR

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innerchorus · 11 months

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Gurgin for the ask game, pick and choose whatever numbers you want! It's a free-for-all! :D

I probably am gonna ask you about Shapur, Isfan, and Kubard later too because of course I am

I said I wanted to answer every question for him and I wasn't lying. Thank you for enabling me! (Ask game post is here, for anyone else who wants to send something in / reblog it themselves. I have a few others to answer already which I'll get too asap now this post is done, but feel free to send in more!).

My first impression of them

Just one of a handful of evil masked guys. Best mask design by a long way, though.

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I first got curious about him when I read about his backstory and found out about his shared past with Farangis. Honestly I'm not quite sure how I got to the point where I love him as fiercely as I do now, but I know I started shipping him with Zandeh after seeing art by @strangeshipper and it built from there. I don't know. I just find him really interesting.

3. A song that reminds me of them

I know I've mentioned You Are The Blood by Sufjan Stevens before, but also Don't Worry, We'll Be Watching You by Gotye (POV: you are being recruited by Team Zahhak).

4. How many people I ship them with

Always with Zandeh. OTP status for sure. I have considered other stuff (such as the Zandeh/Gurgin/Parizad OT3) though. And Hilmes/Gurgin in Mage Hunt AU. And if anyone wants to suggest other ships for him, I'm listening.

5. My favorite ship of them

Zandeh/Gurgin, obvious answer is obvious.

6. My least favorite ship of them

I don't know whether anyone actually ships it but Gurgin/the Master.

I won't lie, it's crossed my mind, but my headcanon is primarily that although the Master was once interested in stuff like that he's been alive for so long that he doesn't really have those sorts of urges any more (overlaps a bit with my thoughts on how the type of magic that Team Zahhak use might affect sexual desire, I don't think I've directly mentioned that before but the basic concept is that it can warp it from its baseline just as it warps their bodies, and results vary from person to person, but it's quite common for it to be either dulled or switched off completely and kind of goes hand in hand with the headcanon that their magic renders them sterile).

Gurgin in Sacrifice AU falls into that category, he doesn't completely lack interest but his focus is dominated by his work for Team Zahhak and by the time the AU picks up his story afterwards he's also underweight and depressed so his sex drive is basically 0. And then he meets Zandeh, and gets better, and realises what it's like to want someone so badly you can't think of anything else, lmao

(My headcanons for Gurgin vary a bit in this respect depending on the AU, though. There's probably an AU out there where his desire never returns or he never had any in the first place but even in that case I still see him and Zandeh as life partners and feel they'd work it out somehow.)

7. A quote of them that you remember

What he says when he's rallying his comrades at the end of Book 7 after their Master is (temporarily...) killed: "Let those who do not respect the Snake King Zahhak boast of their victory! Three years, just three years is enough. At that time, they will fall from the peak of joy to the bottom of the valley of despair. The higher they climb, the further they fall!"

It's primarily the last line that sticks in my mind. If I ever make the Gurgin playlist that I daydream about so often, I'd definitely title it 'The Further They Fall'. Anyway, that's actually the last line of dialogue from the final scene of Book 7 (the last book before the timeskip). A very ominous way for it to end, right?

8. Your favorite outfit of them

He has One Outfit. (He would've worn something different when he was a trainee priest, but there's no description of it. A manga flashback to that time feels much less likely now, but you never know, maybe Arakawa will decide to reveal a little of Farangis's backstory before the end… my one hope…)

9. Your least favorite outfit of them

One Outfit, and I love it so no complaints. But I wish Arakawa had planned to adapt the second half so I could see him getting drenched by the rain in Soleimaniye.

10. Describe the character in one sentence

My blorbo who did lots of things wrong.

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Huh, this question made me realise that in the mental picture of Gurgin that first pops up when I think of him, he's not wearing his mask. His hood is up, though, and he's in Team Zahhak black. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about the Magical Healing AU more recently, where his appearance is often like this.

12. Sexuality hc!

He doesn't waste much time thinking about it, but he's mainly into men. However, I do headcanon that he had a crush on Farangis when he was young.

13. Your favorite friendship they have

This question makes me sad because I don't see him as someone who's ever had many friends. I don't think his peers at the temple liked him that much (though honestly I think he probably felt quite indifferent about this). There were a handful of other trainees he spent time with, but his closest friends were probably his brother and Farangis. There's certainly no real evidence of friendship between any of the Team Zahhak disciples.

He deserves more than having one-sided conversations with winged apes! Was that mainly for exposition purposes in canon? Perhaps, but it's also a result of a lack of human contact — the novel makes it clear that the mages feel loneliness as their numbers dwindle, and at that point Gurgin is operating alone and hasn't heard from his remaining comrades for a while.

(He absolutely does talk to Hamkar from time to time in Sacrifice AU before Zandeh arrives on the scene, too.)

14. Best storyline they had

Is there anything about his canon trajectory that I really wanna label 'best' lmao? I mean, I wish things had turned out different for him but I do find his loss of faith / corruption arc interesting. Though that's because I also love to think about a future for him where that all gets reversed.

15. Worst storyline they had

His involvement with what went down in Oxus, probably. Oof.

16. A childhood headcanon

You know, I haven't spent much time thinking about what his childhood was like (aside from Mage Hunt AU specifics that differ from whatever a general /baseline headcanon would be). I guess the only thing I feel certain of is that he and his brother had no other siblings, and whatever region they grew up in didn't have much to offer in terms of creating a better life for themselves, and that's why they ended up at the Temple of Mithra in Khuzestan. (Tentative headcanon is that he grew up in / near the Nimruz mountains.)

Aghriras entered the priesthood because of ambition, and that reasoning makes sense for Gurgin, too (they're azat, freeborn commoners aka the lowest social class above slaves, and if they want to climb above the few opportunities that affords to them then it's either joining the priesthood or proving their merit on the battlefield) but I do think that to a certain extent Gurgin followed his brother.

lmao I can feel a backstory headcanon forming even as I type this.. like, what if their father died or left them when they were young (Gurgin probably doesn't remember him much) and they were raised by their mother, who wanted them to have a better life than she had? She wouldn't have wanted them to face the horrors of war, so she encouraged them to work hard on their education so that they could find their place in the priesthood. Perhaps she, too, had passed away by the time they left for the temple, so at that point they only had each other. I feel like Gurgin didn't have any close family after his brother died.

Oh no Gurgin, are you desperate for recognition from your Master because you never had a father figure? Fuck.

17. What do you think their first word was?

Eh, probably some variation of 'brother' or 'mother' (with the headcanon above). I feel like most first words are… not that interesting.

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Curious and intelligent! Asked a lot of questions. Easily frustrated when things didn't go his way. I imagine at school he had trouble making friends as he both sought approval from his teachers and thought himself superior to others who were not as clever as him, plus he could be impatient with others. (He was, in general, a bit better about all of this at the time he joined the priesthood, but when he's with Team Zahhak all those negative traits are brought to the fore.)

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

Well, I'm not sure this really counts but sometimes I'll ask my boyfriend really weird ArSen questions out of the blue, and recently I asked him "give me a Gurgin ship" and usually when it's something like that he'll try and pick something at random that he thinks I won't like… He said Gurgin/Farangis.

(No, he didn't remember that they knew each other. And I can't think of a way this would work but it sure gave me a whirlwind of feelings to think about. The thought of something happening between them because of shared grief, years after they last saw each other? It's so angsty and messy. If something did happen I think Gurgin would feel immensely guilty for it, but I'm not sure about Farangis. I feel like she might be able to compartmentalise it as something that happened that shouldn't have done, and move on. She'd handle it better than Gurgin, at any rate.)

Wait, my Hilmes/Gurgin ship is pretty random I suppose? Think of that as an alternate answer. Zandeh/Gurgin probably qualifies too given that they don't ever meet in canon, but I can't see it that way now, not after spending so much time thinking about them together.

I've also had very vague thoughts of yeeting Gurgin back into the past, but would I ship him with anyone in that circumstance? Eh, not sure.

20. A weird headcanon

I'm sure I have many! The 'he likes hot baths' headcanon is a pretty random one that came from 1. reading that the real Mount Damavand has some pretty nice hot springs near it (which in ArSen verse are probably disgusting bubbling sulphurous poison mud pits but whatever), and 2. the fact that he probably had a bad time during the flooding of the Dark Temple and it amuses me to imagine him enjoying water in a different context? I just want to let him relax from time to time? He works hard, he deserves it.

I want to write a bath scene for him in Interlude (Magical Healing AU). Or I keep thinking about a comedy scene of him at one of Ecbatana's bath houses with a gaggle of bird-faced beasts for company, because it amuses me.

Here's another headcanon: he's pretty bad at archery. It was taught at the temple, but it didn't interest him much and he wasn't that motivated to work on his skills, even though Farangis tried to instruct him. As far as weapons go, later on he uses a Team Zahhak-typical knife, which he wears strapped to a thigh like Farangis. (He still has it in Sacrifice AU! Chekhov's Snake Knife lmao.)

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

When he was at the temple with Farangis and his brother, before things went wrong. Other than that, he was pretty fucking ecstatic in Book 16 when the Master said that he would be his successor (disregarding the fact that it's because there is literally nobody else left at that point lmao). I'm not sure I believe the Master was ever planning on stepping aside, but whatever.

22. When do you think they were at their lowest?

After his brother's death.

23. Future headcanon

The whole of Sacrifice AU, I guess. Just anything where he makes it out of Team Zahhak and tries to lead a different life.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

I love this question. I wouldn't necessarily know the answer for every character but I do have a headcanon for this for Gurgin, and that is that no matter how vehemently he protested his brother's innocence, a small part of him wondered whether Aghriras really had done it. I don't think he'd ever admit that to anyone (except perhaps to Zandeh in Mage Hunt AU, where Gurgin's backstory adjustment gives him very good reason to hope that Aghriras had killed that particular person). The fact that Aghriras's innocence was later proven only makes it much worse.

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc

I don't think any of his canon scenes are OOC? Is that what this question is asking? I may not like what he does, but none of it feels unbelievable.

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

Maybe I'm picking this just because it's before he went down a dark path, but I think the conversations he used to have with his brother back when they were at the temple are pretty typical of his true self. The little flashback conversation we get in particular gives the impression of someone who's curious about stuff he maybe shouldn't be, and is attracted to power, but it also shows that he was willing to listen to his brother's guidance. I don't think he'd have ended up with Team Zahhak if his brother had lived.

Otherwise, his Book 16 decisions that get him killed are unfortunately also peak Gurgin, at least in his Team Zahhak era.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Either (or both) of the Devil Forgemasters from Castlevania, 100%.

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Killing the dog at the temple. Or lashing out and cutting off the hind legs of a winged ape (a creature that is on his side, and under his command!) when his plans started to go wrong in Book 13.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Honestly, not great but not as bad as he might think. But it's not something he wants. Thoughts of having a family aren't really on his mind (except for AU instances where he's worried it's something Zandeh might want that he won't be able to provide).

30. The funniest scene they had?

Okay, Gurgin's not actually present in this scene but it's hilarious to me so I'm choosing it: after the winged ape attack on Soleimaniye in Book 13 was thwarted, Kubard and Narsus are discussing what happened. They don't know that Gurgin was the one in charge, but Narsus's opinion is that it couldn't have been Ilterish (the usual commander of the demon army) because Ilterish would've done a better job, lmao. Sorry Gurgin but your inexperience is showing.

Anyway, that's the end of the questions! Not sure how many people are interested enough in Gurgin to make it this far, but like... if anyone does want to talk about Gurgin with me... my inbox is always open...

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #gurgin #if farangis can have a sexy thigh knife then so can he #this post took me ages to write #i went on... so many tangents...#the irresistable urge to keep talking about my blorbo

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