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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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"Dianthe, I wanted to say something... just don't be surprised. This might sound strange, especially coming from me, but... but..." Octavia looks away, bites her lip and finally blurts out, "LET'S GET MARRIED!"

#pathfinderedit #lgbtvideogames #pathfinder #kingmaker #pathfinder kingmaker #octavia pfkm #octavia della fiorni #baroness x octavia #*octaviasmooching #pair: dianthe x octavia #oc: dianthe #harper.gif #my darlings 🥺🥺

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another-heroine · 1 year

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sharing a dessert for andrine and octavia!

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy

Aaaaa so cute!

Thanks for sending a prompt, here we go:

Sweet Tooth

Andrine knew her wife very well. Those random outbursts could be nothing but one thing: period days were coming.

She took a time to understand that since they met. Octavia usually was a cheering person, flirtatious and light-hearted, but some days she just closed herself from the world, got more impatient and became a big eater.

Before became a queen, Andrine didn't know what she could do, since they were always on the road, and with their pockets light. She understood Octavia's frustration about don't have any luxuries or at least a bit of comfort.

But those times were left behind. There was the Queen of Solovey on her way, carrying a lidded cake pan. She knocked softly on the study's door and listened from inside, "Who's there?"

"Irovetti's ghost, wearing a hearts underwear," Andrine replied most serious that she could.

Octavia dragged the chair. "Why do you do that? What an awful vision!"

Andrine laughed and opened the door. "Just kidding, it's me, your favorite girl in the world!"

Octavia gave a half-smile. She was behind piles of documents. The shelves of her study were full of arcane artifacts, from statues to odd scrolls.

"How are you doing?" Andrine asked, letting the pan on a side desk.

Octavia sighed, looking at the mess in front of her. "I don't know, to be honest. I'm about to start drooling over the documents for real. Or drawing butterflies on the margins."

"Take a pause with me. You shouldn't push yourself hard." Andrine called, kissing the crown of her head.

Octavia glanced at the cake pan, with curiosity. "What did you bring?"

Andrine grinned mischievously. "Why don't you check?"

The princess consort got up and uncovered the dessert. Her eyes glistened. "Wait... Is that..."

"Yep."

"Is... Is the same recipe?"

"I hope so or heads will roll!" Andrine mocked.

Octavia giggled. "Oh no, I don't want to watch a public execution because of a blueberry cake!"

The dessert was already cut in slices. The crystallized fruits were sprinkled with sugar, and the cake dough was soft and in the right point. Octavia ate like a happy child, hopping on the place. Andrine took her chance to eat some as well, stealing the icing on the corners of Octavia's lips with her finger.

"Do you want mine so bad, huh?" Octavia narrowed her eyes.

"Yours are always more tasty," Andrine teased.

The princess bit her inferior lip, looking at her cake slice. "Later, Your Highness..."

#i'm gay for them #thank you again!#heroine asks #octavine #andrine vanfell #octavine hcs #octavia della fiorni #octavia x baroness #pathfinder kingmaker #angry goat woman

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three-of-crows · 1 year

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Pathfinder: Kingmaker (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Baron | Baroness/Octavia (Pathfinder: Kingmaker) Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Octavia (Pathfinder: Kingmaker), Regongar (Pathfinder: Kingmaker), Linzi (Pathfinder: Kingmaker), Valerie (Pathfinder: Kingmaker), The Storyteller (Pathfinder: Kingmaker) Additional Tags: have spoilers of the playthrough, although I used some poetic license, I was writing this as a self-indulgent fic but finally decided to post, because I love my girls so much, even if they didn't get married in the end of my campaign, it's more like a prompts bunch i guess, and i'm not a native english speaker so take it easy please, Girls Love, honey (halsey) playing at the background, yes there is smut, pain and suffering, also fluffy, octavia is adopted by baroness' family, reg is horny and alive thanks, fantasy sapphic fanfic, Mutual Pining Summary:

"She told me, 'Open your mouth' / She said, 'I've got a surprise,' And so I opened it wide / And then she crawled inside..."

Andrine came back to the Stolen Lands to defeat the Stag Lord and to claim them. She didn't imagine that, one day, in the middle of a swamp, she would fight against slavers and meet her future girlfriend—and wife.

#pathfinder #pathfinder kingmaker #pathfinder octavia #octavia della fiorni #octavia x baroness #octavine #octavia x andrine #sapphic #bisexual character #lesbian character

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viconiadevirs · 2 years

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in the spirit of pride month... "no one's here. we can be as loud as we want." for Dianthe and Octavia 👁👁

TO MELT — I LOVE YOU.

Pairing: Dianthe/Octavia; Baroness | Queen x Octavia Rating: E Tags: aasimar baroness, established relationship, explicit sexual content (fingering, oral, semi-public & throne sex) Word count: 2.4k Notes: title comes from Pat Parker's poem "For Willyce”. Kudos, reblogs, comments etc are much appreciated as it helps me stay motivated to continue writing.

The throne room is empty when they stumble through the palace doors, tipsy from the bottles of Whiterose wine they’d polished off between them over at the tavern, their hands linked together as Octavia leads the way. There’s a flush to the half-elf’s cheeks, her blouse already half-unbuttoned and her chestnut hair tousled from their eager, handsy kissing in a dark corner of a street on the way back to the baroness’ room. The fire in the centre of the room is dying down to a low glow, more embers than flame, and their footsteps and giggles echo. It’s strange to see it so empty — no Jhod or Councillor Mervey; no guards; nor even seeing Jaethal skulk about in the shadows or no Amiri to loudly complain. A few candles remain lit, burning down to the wick, on the war table. As they approach the table, Octavia’s eyes sparkle and her lips curve up into a playful smile. She pulls Dianthe closer to her, running her hand over her full hips as she pulls her in for a kiss. She slips her tongue into her mouth, drinking in the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin; the fresh, earth scent of her baroness’ perfume and the leftover wine. Dianthe leans into her, arms wrapping around her neck as she rises onto the tips of her toes to steady herself, to better kiss Octavia despite their height difference.

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#halkvonn #answered #scribbles #oc: dianthe #ch: octavia #pair: dianthe x octavia #nsft.

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hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz · 4 years

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i’ve played like

two days of pathfinder

and my pc is already in a loving relationship with a half elf and a half orc, and we’re all very happy together thank you very much

#silliness #this game is very complicated #but by god if i dont like this baroness x regongar x octavia situation i've got cooking #at this rate i dunno if my pc will propose or get them a therapist

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lunarowena · 4 years

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For @badthingshappenbingo, Hiding an Injury

I said yesterday I wasn’t far enough in Pathfinder Kingmaker to write fanfic, and then I wrote fanfic.

Pre-relationship Baroness x Tristian

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The last thing Adia thought before she went down was, Maybe this wasn’t my smartest move.

A boarded-up well emitting ghostly wails in an area previously established to be haunted. And she had pulled the top off. It had only gotten worse from there.

Maybe they would have been able to do more damage to them if they weren’t will-o’-wisps and therefore immune to her electric blasts. Maybe they could have dealt with the lightning bolts if Tristian had prepared Communal Resist Energy today. Maybe they could have made the will-o’-wisps visible with a Glitterdust if Octavia hadn’t immediately been knocked out.

Maybe Adia was an idiot and they were all about to die here. Maybe she was about to be undone by her own element.

It felt so wrong, the lightning pouring into her, out of her control. The tiefling woman felt the current surge through her skin, burning her. She tried to seize control, redirect it, but her body failed her. Just pain. Then blackness.

-

Adia’s first instinct upon regaining consciousness was to gasp, which immediately lead to coughing as she inhaled a face full of mud. Her lungs burned, and even as she spat out the mud, she couldn’t quite fill them with air.

Someone pulled her up. “She’s alive,” Ekundayo’s voice said.

A wet rag was thrust into her hand. Adia wiped the mud from her face, finally able to assess her surroundings. Ekun stood in front of her, looking ready to catch her should she fall over again. Valerie and Amiri were setting up camp; or Valerie was trying to set up camp while Amiri bragged about her new scar. Which just left…

Adia swayed a bit on her feet, pressed the wet rag against her brow, and forced herself to look again. Tristian knelt over Octavia. Octavia wasn’t moving. “Is she…?”

“She breathes,” Ekun said.

The gods had been kind enough for her stupid decision. Adia eased her way over to the well, ignoring the aching in her chest.

Three coins. She had almost killed her party for three coins.

Her head spun. She wasn’t going to be much use in setting up camp. Ekun, having apparently decided she wasn’t immediately going to keel over, had gone to help Valerie. Pushing away her light headedness, she made her way over to Tristian.

Adia knelt down beside him. “How is she?”

Tristian looked up to acknowledge her, but quickly turned his eyes back to his patient. “Not well, but I believe we’re past the point of immediate danger. I’ve healed her burns and poured enough healing into her that any muscle damage should be repaired, but we’ll need to wait until she awakes to verify there is no permanent brain damage.”

Adia’s stomach twisted. “Regongar is going to kill me.”

“As I said, I believe the immediate danger has passed.” He looked back up at her now. “How are you? I regret I left you where you were, but I assessed Octavia to be in the more critical condition. Any light headedness? Aches? Burns?”

Adia only now noticed his own twisting, lightning burn on his arm. Ignoring the aching in her chest, she shook her head. “I’m a bit battered, and I feel like I have a few burns, but nothing critical. Take care of Octavia and the others—and that includes you—first. Take a look at me when we have more resources, if I haven’t naturally healed by then.”

He looked her in the eye now, evaluating. “Please be sure. It would be unfortunate to return to the capitol without our Baroness.”

She waved him off. “This is my fault in the first place.”

“That doesn’t mean you need to suffer.”

Adia had to break her eyes from his earnest gaze. “I’m just a bit achy, that’s all.” No need to complain she couldn’t take in a full breath of air when Octavia might be suffering permanent brain damage.

Tristian hesitated, seemingly about to argue, but then nodded and turned back to Octavia.

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It was a tense day and a half before Octavia regained consciousness, and another two days beyond that before the group was ready to move. Every morning Adia woke up hoping the aching in her lungs would have vanished, but it hadn’t. Able to assess herself in the aftermath, based on the crackling burn patterns on her skin it looked like she had taken a lightning bolt straight to the chest. Dark red lightning surging through already red skin.

Maybe she should ask Tristian to take a look at her, but with Octavia still weak, Adia could bear the reminder of her stupidity a while longer. Especially since the concept of Tristian examining her unclothed chest made her feel… things she didn’t want to deal with right now.

So she didn’t bring it up when their day of hiking back to the capitol left her winded. She didn’t bring it up when fording the river left her exhausted. And if not for the fact that she took a little too much burn while fighting cultists attacking them on the road, she probably could have made it home without bringing it up at all.

But upon reaching too far for her inner reserve of electricity, she felt her lungs finally give out.

-

Adia awoke to a warm hand on her sternum. Power flowed into her body, relieving her pain and restoring energy. She opened her eyes to see Tristian’s concerned face above her.

“You lied to me.”

This was off to a great start. “I…”

“I specifically asked if there was anything wrong with you and you said, ‘no.’”

Adia sighed. She could feel the airflow to her lungs approaching normal. “With Octavia’s condition… I didn’t want anyone to worry over me.” They were alone in a tent. Wherever everyone else was, she hoped they were far enough away to not hear this conversation.

“Octavia has been out of danger for days. You, on the other hand...” Tristian paused as he cast another healing spell and another burst of energy rushed through her. “You have had severe lung damage from the heated air expanding inside your body. If your intention was not to worry me, you have achieved the opposite as I now have to wonder what else you haven’t been telling me, holding back an injury like this.”

“If I told you you’re probably right and I’m an idiot would it make you feel better?”

“Marginally. How is your breathing now?”

Adia took in a deep breath and felt her entire chest expand. “Much better.”

“Good.” His voice softened. “Adia, I know you’re tough, but please don’t lie to your healer.”

She grabbed his hand off her sternum, giving it a small squeeze as she sat up. “It’s probably better for you to worry about what’s actually wrong with me than everything I’m potentially not mentioning.”

“One of these I can fix, the other is too much concern with no gain.”

Adia looked down at her chest. “Huh. The scars are still there.”

“I was more preoccupied with the deeper damage. I can fix them too if you’d like.”

“I think they look kind of cool, honestly.”

Tristian gave a small smile. “That’s what Amiri said.”

Adia realized she was still holding onto his hand and let go with a small cough. “Well, I can’t have Amiri being cooler than me, can I?”

“I believe her actual turn of phrase was, ‘badass.’”

“I’ll take that, too.” Searching around for her shirt, she grabbed it and pulled it over her head, finagling it around her horns.

“I’ll leave you to rest, then.” Tristian moved toward the tent entrance.

“I’m completely fine now.” Adia lost her balance trying to get her arm through her sleeve and nearly fell over.

Tristian looked at her with the closest thing that Tristian could approach to a glare. “Rest.” He ducked out of the tent.

Adia flopped back down, grabbed the nearest pillow, and screamed into it. This entire outing had been a disaster from start to finish.

It definitely hadn’t been her smartest move.

#badthingshappenbingo #hiding an injury #pathfinder kingmaker #baroness adia #baroness x tristian #fanfic #let's post this on the right blog this time

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nofomoartworld · 7 years

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Hyperallergic: The Greatest Biennial of All

The 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial (all photos by the author for Hyperallergic)

Three years ago, the Whitney Museum opened its last biennial in the Marcel Breuer building, a sprawling but largely inward-facing show that drew heavy criticism for its lack of diversity. Just a few days later, a one-night exhibition of 85 women artists popped up in a small studio space in Brooklyn. Though it wasn’t expressly positioned as a response to the Whitney Biennial, the Whitney Houston Biennial seemed to revel in inclusivity and, in that sense, felt like a rebuttal.

Now the 2017 Whitney Biennial has arrived in the museum’s new home, bringing it with both praise — for showcasing a more heterogeneous group of artists engaged with the world around them — and considerable critique — for hollow depictions of violence. Alongside it, the Whitney Houston Biennial has quietly made a return too, in a space run by Chashama just 1.5 miles from the main event and lasting for 10 days instead of four hours.

Nadja Verena Marcin’s cheeky video “How to Undress in Front of Your Husband” (2016), HD video, 13 mins

Artist and curator C. Finley founded the Whitney Houston Biennial, and she’s the organizer once again of the 2017 edition — with considerable help from a large group of women and queer folks. That part is important, because for her, the show is as much about art as it is about community and “creating connections” for the artists involved. “It encourages people,” she says of being included in the exhibition, especially students whose work is hung alongside art by the likes of Linda Mary Montano. For better or for worse, in the art world, “you get things by who you know. This is who we know.”

Francena Ottley, “Seat of Heritage” (2016), 26 x 15 in

As in 2014, that “we” seems to encompasses a genuinely broad spectrum of artists, though the one common factor among the 167 of them may be that they’re not household names (with Anne Carson and Justin Vivian Bond among the few exceptions). Walking through the show, which covers nearly every inch of wall space and a chunk of the floor — Finley calls this, fondly, “my crazy, salon-style weirdness” — I recognized work by some friends and acquaintances but spent most of my time appreciating all that was new. I paused for a while to look at and listen to Dominika Ksel’s haunting tribute to science fiction writer Octavia Butler, “Parable of Democracy” (2017), and watched, nearby, Nadja Verena Marcin’s cheeky video “How to Undress in Front of Your Husband” (2016). I pondered Patricia Dominguez’s intriguing prints in “The Museum of Seagulls” (2017) and marveled at a trio of pieces by Francena Ottley, including a miniature chair that appears to be made entirely of hair. I laughed many times, not least thanks to the Cake Butt Collective’s snappy “King Cake” video (2016) and Meegan Barnes’s clever sculpture “Peek-a-boo Versace Booty” (2016). Each participant was asked to pick a female-identifying “pioneer” who inspires them; those short response texts — on subjects ranging from Venus figures to famous artists like Lynda Benglis to a librarian in Havana to many people’s mothers — are included on the wall labels and make for a lot of interesting reading, if you’re inclined to do it.

It’s difficult to know what to make of a show like the Whitney Houston Biennial, where the sole determining factor for participating artists is their womanhood (Finley says applications were open to anyone who identifies as such). There’s a beauty to the diversity — of identities, media, and styles — but there’s also the feeling of a grab bag, plus the nagging question of whether it ghettoizes its participants. In 2014, the scrappy show blew into a stifled art world like a breath of fresh air; in 2017 and the days of Trump, there seems to be less distance between the Whitney and Whitney Houston (both literally and figuratively), and the latter, lacking any kind of unifying theme, risks not having enough of a clear purpose.

For Finley, the show’s value lies in the creation of a community, exposure for artists, and possible sales. I find myself agreeing — promoting the work of lesser-known women artists is always a social and hopefully an economic good. But I was also encouraged to hear that Finley wants, starting in 2019, to bring on younger curators, with an eye towards passing the biennial on to them to shape as they see fit. In a doggedly sexist world, the Whitney Houston Biennial remains necessary, but it’s still figuring out how to grow into a force of its own.

Installation view, 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial, with Angel Favorite’s “Intention Platform” in foreground

The Cake Butt Collective, “King Cake” (2016), video

Dominka Ksel, “Parable of Democracy” (2017), woven cotton, 80 x 60 in

Installation view, 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

Jennifer Mack-Watkins, “Afro Hawk” (2011), silk screen, 26 x 35 in, and “Black Warhol” (2011), silk screen, 26 x 40 in

Above: Daniela Gomez Paz, “Tierra” (2016), melted fabric, expired pigments, tempera paint, crayons, found resin, and objects, 9 x 12 in; below: Megan Pahmier, “Of the Same” (2014), paper, 3 x 6 x 1 in and “Soft Sound” (2014), paper, 7 x 9 x 1 in

Foreground: Aniahs Gnay, “Thumbs Fell from the Sky” (2013), 24 x 36 in; background: Gabriela Vainsencher, “El Objeto Que Se Acuerda” (2016), archival inkjet print mounted, 72 x 88 in

Jia Sung, “As you can see, i have: a red heart, a white heart, a yellow heart, an avaricious heart, a greedy heart, an envious heart, a petty heart, a competitive heart, an ambitious heart, a scornful heart, a murderous heart, a vicious heart, a fearful heart, a cautious heart, a perverse heart, a nameless obscure heart, and all kinds of wicked hearts, but not a single black heart.” (2016), oil on panel, 33 x 12 in

Work by Desiree Des in the 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

Installation view, 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

Becky Flanders, “Vagina Deathstare” (2015), archival inkjet print, 20 x 30 in

Patricia Dominguez, detail of “The Museum of Seagulls” (2017), 9 digital prints, 24 x 34 in

Installation view, 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

Keri Oldham, “Hungry Ghosts” (2016), watercolor on paper, 24 x 32 in

Elana Langer, “Trigger Spray” (2017), bottle, label, aromatherapy spray, humor, 1.5 x 4.5 in

Foreground: Tora López, “Baroness” (2017), cast porcelain and resin stand-to-pee device, 1.75 x 8.125 x 1.625 in; background: Amy Khoshbin and Anne Carson, “I was born for love not hatred” (2017), double-sided felt banner, 120 x 57 in

Installation view, 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

Alex Nuñez, “Whitney” (2016), mixed media on vinyl album cover, 14 x 14 in

Entrance to the 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial

The 2017 Whitney Houston Biennial continues 325 West Broadway (Soho, Manhattan) through March 29.

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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Only You

Pairing: Dianthe/Octavia; Baroness | Queen x Octavia Rating: vary, check chapters for individual ratings. Tags: aasimar baroness, established relationship Word count: 794 words, currently. Notes: Like the Something I Never Aspired To (Us) prompt collection for Valerius/Camellia, this is a drabble collection, this time focusing on my Baroness & Octavia. Absolutely not in chronological order. Any kudos, comments and reblogs are much appreciated as it helps me stay motivated to continue writing.

“It does.” Octavia drapes her arm across Dianthe’s stomach, fingers tracing the pleats of her gown. “I never thought I would end up here, you know. Safe, with a woman I simply adore, soon to be ruling a kingdom with her. It still feels like a dream sometimes, but the best one I could hope for.”

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#baroness x octavia #octavia pfkm #octavia della fiorni #pathfinder kingmaker #pathfinder #kingmaker #*writing #oc: dianthe #x: with whom i'm bound to tie my lot #pls give this some love. f/f rarely does.

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another-heroine · 1 year

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14 and 22 for octavine!!

Hi Goat! Nice to see you in my inbox again :D

Oh gosh, let's babble about my pointy ears girls yay

14. How would they describe one another if asked?

Andrine talking about Octavia: she is like sunshine. She is so sweet, and brave, and has a good heart. Sometimes I still look at her and think, 'Is that true? Are we married? How?', but then she smiles, calls me silly and kisses me. Damn, I already miss her. If you see an auburn-haired girl casting lightining, that's her. And if I were you, I wouldn't take her kindness for weakness.

Octavia talking about Andrine: she saved me. I couldn't turn my back to her after that. Although she is a bard -- and a good one, I must tell --, sometimes Andrine is so clumsy and cheesy. But in a good way. She makes me laugh and gives me hope. Without her, maybe I wouldn't be here, and certainly I wouldn't be a queen, but... life is meaningless without her. I will fight by her side until our last days.

22. Do they ever share clothes?

You can bet on that! And between them, Octavia is who steals more clothes, especially when Andrine has to travel without her and she has to take care of the kingdom. It's common any of them take a deep breath on the beloved's collar too (either when they are wearing the 'stolen' piece or right at the scent source in the bedtime hahaha)

#thank you very much #writing this makes me soft #andrine x octavia #octavia x baroness #andrine vanfell #octavia della fiorni #pathfinder kingmaker #octavine #octavine hcs #heroine asks #angry goat woman

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another-heroine · 1 year

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Wip: Honey (Pathfinder: Kingmaker)

Writing the next chapter of Honey. Linzi is so smol and precious.

A piece for prying eyes:

“Talk to her,” Linzi encouraged. “You will never know if you don’t talk about it. You two were side by side for many times, and she looks at you the same way she looks at Regongar. We don’t know if tomorrow will come anyway, so live on!”

The half-elf pondered. She wiped her tears out and agreed, “I can try. You… You are right.”

Linzi smiled confidently. Of course she was.

Andrine turned her gaze down and blushed. “And I'm sorry, you shouldn't see me like this…”

“Oh, don't worry, I'm always here,” the halfling assured her. “And the readers love a good romance. Mutual pinning is one of everybody's favorite tropes, you know? At least, many people like it.”

Andrine giggled and kissed her forehead. “Thank you, my favorite writer.”

“You are welcome, my favorite baroness. Now, go there, talk to your princess! You gave me drama, now give me comfort!”

#current wip #wip stuff #pathfinder kingmaker #pfkm #octavia x baroness #andrine x octavia #octavine #pathfinder fanfic #octavia della fiorni

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another-heroine · 2 years

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Andrine Vanfell

This is a gift, it comes with a price

Who is the lamb and who is the knife?

Midas is king and he holds me so tight

And turns me to gold in the sunlight...

Playlist: YouTube | Spotify

Pathfinder Kingmaker:

Introduction (CRPG)

Introduction (TTRPG)

Flaws, Strengths & Skills

Ultimate RPG Chart

Unusual Muse Associations

Fanfics:

Chasing Toads (Little Andrine ft. Rhodes)

Honey (Andrine x Octavia)

I Kissed a Boy and... I Have No Idea What I Had in Mind! (Andrine and Siavash, @dujour13's oc, for #ockiss24)

Queendom (A snippet before the coronation night)

Sealed (the summer is about to end, but not for Lariel — for #ockiss24 ft. @the-raging-tempest)

Sweet Tooth (Andrine calming down a stressed out wife with a treat)

The Bravest of All (post-Kingmaker)

Alternative Universes:

Modern Headcanons

The Baroness as a Companion

#andrine vanfell #pathfinder kingmaker #pwotr pals

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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It's not a tender word to me, and you know it! Look at Dianthe: she respects my requests, even if she finds them unreasonable, because she respects me. Reg, you’re always doing something crazy that I didn’t ask you to do, didn’t want you to do - or even asked you not to do, and then you say it’s all because of this great big love you have for me. Well, if you love me so much, why is it you don’t care for what I say? [Regongar, she’s right.]

OCTAVIA'S ROMANCE → 4/?

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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Stretching lusciously, Octavia gathers her clothes from their scattered places on the floor and gets dressed.

OCTAVIA'S ROMANCE → 1/?

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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The whip is surprisingly sturdy and bears no sign of frequent use. Its black handle is made of bone, wrapped in a good leather. It even still smells of leather, as if it was made just recently. When you take the whip in your hands, a soft, warm wave of energy runs down your spine. The whip practically begs you to wave it, to feel its impact, promising immeasurable pleasures to its owner.

OCTAVIA'S ROMANCE → 6/?

#pathfinderedit #pfkmedit #pathfinder kingmaker #octavia pfkm #baroness x octavia #octavia della fiorni #lgbtvideogames #harper.gif #*octaviasmooching #usermendev #useravallachs #userengferth #userzahrahydris #waterdeeps #userarklay #oc: dianthe #x: who rules your heart #no thoughts head empty want to be bossed about by pretty half elf lady

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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Octavia pensively fiddles with a small metal trinket while she waits. It takes her a moment to notice you as you approach. "Oh... hi. It seems we haven't been properly introduced. Allow me: Octavia Della Fiorni, heir to a noble title, a family manor... even a coat of arms with a motto."

OCTAVIA’S ROMANCE → 5/?

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camelliagwerm · 2 years

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That was your final question.

OCTAVIA'S ROMANCE → 2/?

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