23, 20 and 5 for act 1 asks? 👀

Thank you!

5. Do you remember the first humanoid enemy your Character killed? Was it the first person they've ever killed, in your opinion? Would they have been bothered by it?

It was some bandits in the old chapel. They didn't stand a chance, and it certainly wasn't Veszeth's first. Dark Urge, Lolthite cleric, it doesn't matter what came first to them — they have killed time and time again before the events of BG3 and enjoyed it. Revelled in it.

Who knows who or what Veszeth's first kill was?

20. How did you deal with The Artist - Oskar Fevras? Did you even encounter him?

Well. Veszeth offered to buy him off the Zhentarim, but things got a little...Messy. It broke out into a full-on bloodbath with the Zhentarim and I believe Oskar was pretty scarred from the experience.

23. What are your Character's thoughts on the dream visitor?

They can't remember them, really. With all those clouded memories, it's hard to put a name to a face. But Veszeth recognises their bearing, the way they act. It reminds them of the priestesses of Lolth, so they've taken to referring to her as Zilvala — roughly meaning 'forgotten / unknown priest'. It is as good a name as any, until they recover more of their memories.

But Veszeth wants to trust them - that connection is there, and an undeniable attraction. For all they know, they conjured Zilvala up as a fantasy: the perfect Lolth priestess, beautiful. Regal. Deadly. They'd be a fool to trust her entirely, but maybe... maybe they're willing to let her in.

Gortash for the BLORBO BINGO? 👁👄👁

ice spice she’s a baddie she knows she a ten…..

I missed Cal and Gale my friend... they are canon to me...

THANK YOU LOVELY THAT IS SO KIND... there is more galesian content to come this i promise, i adore these two fools

"and so begins your tyranny." "our tyranny."

recently, @flymmcargo shared with me an idea for a commission of her oc tamsin & everyone's favourite bastard enver gortash she wanted to get. i then decided i'd surprise her, and commissioned this stunning piece from @emahriel for her! i'm completely blown away by em's work (as always, tbh), and can't recommend working with her enough if you get the opportunity. she's such a delight (and has the patience of a saint), and i could sing her praises til kingdom come, truth be told.

@aluve tagged me to do this lil picrew !! thank you hehe

tagging @cetra @baldursgate2 @dekarios @flymmcargo @galedekarios @lord-woolsley @dandeyrain @mercymaker @hibernationsuit @euryalex @onewingedangels @thenightsong @bhaals @haarlep @princeofhags @courierseis @kelemvorr @dravanias @eeilistraee @seluned @full---ofstarlight @transjarlaxle @swanfey @anoras @envergothash @druidgroves @rasaltav @theflowersaremine @tellings @bladeofavernus @mrdekarios @orinthered @flymm @mistystepping my brain is melting trying to remember urls now but if you see thIS CONSIDERING URSELF TAGGED !!! i'm so sorry if i missed anyone lsdkjfgdfksdsdfs

really enjoyed the picrew so i would love to see ur characters in it .. its surprisingly faithful to bg3 cc... aaa

doodling some mutuals' (and my wife's) bg3 ocs :)

faron belongs to @druidgroves, afhiri belongs to @bg3, tamsin belongs to @flymmcargo, and violante belongs to @envergothash !

WIP Wedensday

tagged by: @atypicalacademic @mareenavee @lucien-lachance @rainpebble3 @thequeenofthewinter thank you 🥰

tagging: @atypicalacademic (for the new week ❤️) @elavoria @wispstalk @skyrim-forever @gilgamish @throughtrialbyfire @justafoxhound @paraparadigm @miraakulous-cloud-district @nuwanders @kookaburra1701 @ladytanithia @sylvienerevarine @orfeoarte @snowberry-crostata @flymmcargo

Surprisingly, I had something written this time (could hardly believe it :o) From my Skyrim fic, Slither and Writhe:

Morning greeted Sylawen the same way the evening had bid it’s cruel farewell— penniless, clammy, and shivering from fever. She tested her throat with a stiff swallow. It burned. For a long while, she lay still, staring at the brown stain on the ceiling above, attempting to divine her fate in its sprawling limbs. How did I get here? Where did I go so wrong? How do I get out? Please give me a sign. Just one? A fat drop of rainwater landed in the center of her forehead, the roof now thoroughly soaked through. Peeling herself out of the sheets, she found herself still sick, still angry, still very much broke, and promptly rued the day the Nibenese settled Bravil.  Breakfast did little to lift her spirits, a bowl of rice porridge that smelled of sea grass and the bay water’s brine. But food was food, and as she hadn’t the appetite for much until today, she choked down what she could. It was no pan-seared trout, but it had a nutritious taste about it. Bold. A little bitter, the pungent scent of salted fish so strong it bored through even the thick walls of her congestion. Belly full, she paced the room, and once that returned no particularly fruitful ideas, she dug through her pack for her charcoal and sketchbook, ripped out a page, and wrote to Nana. …and so, after such cruel and unusual punishment, I had no choice but to flee. I’m sure you see it as I do, with crystal clarity— if even among family my most important research is reviled, what can a scholarly woman (such as we are) do but find somewhere else to practice?  Alas, I’m afraid it can’t be Bravil, indisposed and indigent as it has left me. If you would be so kind as to enclose a modest sum of say, several hundred septims, I might be able to seek refuge somewhere more conducive to my studies. Or I might even be able to travel to you? Wherever you are… Sylawen addressed it to Anvil, hoping Nana was indeed home, already knowing with a sinking certainty that she’d never return a reply, because of course Nana wasn’t in Anvil. When was she ever? Sylawen should have ran there like she had the last time. At least Anvil was dry. The rest of the day passed in a blur, much of the following day too, and by the fifth morning of her not-vacation in Bravil, there was enough grime under Sylawen’s nails, in her hair, enough mildew choking her lungs to admit she’d made a grievous mistake in fleeing here.  Yet Sylawen would not regret running. To regret was to admit fault, to surrender the righteous anger flaring furnace-red in her belly, and if she had nothing else in her possession, at least she had that. Still, with no wherewithal to run elsewhere and plenty of spite to keep from writing home, she did the only thing she could think of and set out to find help. And preferably a bar of sweet-smelling soap.

WIP WEDNESDAY [25/10/23]

So bunny- what have you been up to this week? [Apart from being cold because autmn has set in here in the uk and you're a summer girlie at heart?]

WATERCOLOUR PAINTINGS

Me and @another-corpo-rat have been working up a cyberpunk 2077 AU for our girlies and its giving me so much life and so many brain worms !! Today I got out my watercolours n had a play around- I've not done tradional art in... *checks notes-* a good number of months - decided to do some painting because one of @nananarc 's gorgeous watercolours crossed my dash not to long ago and it reminded me that I have watercolours I can play around with <3 Viridian never has a good time when Victoria is around lololol

VIRTIAL PHOTOGRAPHY

A selection of shots from this past week. Playing around with mods again- cutting Viridian’s hair short was one of the best things I've done with her design- she feels so much more like her with short hair !!! Real excited to post these shots as complete sets [they all have conterparting images hehehehe]

Also made a screen recoding showing part of my process of lighting my shots using AMM [for @kerynean <3 ]

Tagging [with no pressure as always] : @reapersynth @halsin @wanderingaldecaldo @heywoodvirgin @withoutyouimsaskia @dustymagpie @flymmm @alistairs @mrdekarios @flymmcargo @gortash @thedeadthreee @dekarios @valsilverhand @bishicat @bethesdas @sankttealeaf @aggravateddurian @chessalein @kerynean @baldurians @bnbc @another-corpo-rat @cinnamon-mey @vrovij and you [yes you!!] -!!! What have y'all been up too?? <3

I was tagged by @devilbrakers @ncytiri @envergothash @flymm and @swanfey to do this little Pinterest tag game, thank you thank you everyone <3

rules: go on pinterest and share the first celeb, outfit, quotes, and aesthetic that appears on your dash!

It took so much scrolling to find a quote and a celeb but I was graced with Ben Barnes yeehaw I'm going to guess that all of these were influenced by me building boards for my BG3 boys, Rhys and Cal. Even Ben Barnes because searching up "fantasy man aesthetic" brings up an awful lot of pictures of the Darkling. Fun fact, Ben was Valen inspo for over a year before Valen's aesthetic changed 🌚 that outfit though is 100% Callistus

I think a ton of people have already done this, so if I'm another tag in a sea of tags, feel free to ignore! As always, there's zero pressure to do this or share it <3 @rindemption @noirapocalypto @westealtoys @mohgwyns @vanoefucks @feypacts @aelyosos @mrdekarios @baldurians @bg3 @gortash @asykriel @the-dark-urge @flymmcargo @starforger @molochka-koshka @nuclearstorms @evilwizardyuri @shellibisshe @florbelles @edictofbane @alistairs @togepies @hibernationsuit @spicyraeman @kharonion @elvenbeard @humberg @timaeusterrored @vincentmatthews @a-pirate

WIP DAY

i was tagged by @moonmothers @devilbrakers @flymmcargo @nuclearstorms + @hibernationsuit thank you guys so much!! <3

tagging: @morvaris @faarkas @shadowglens @voerman @faerune @ladyshar @liurnia @halsin @gortash @risingsh0t @necroticpetals @druidgroves @malefiicarum @feypacts @florbelles @calenhads @thedeadthree and anyone else i missed! can't remember exactly who writes or not so if you see this just say i tagged you

disclosing my violante/ruven/gortash (pre-game events) agenda,,even if it's mainly vio here but if i added any more of the wip in here you guys would kill me bc it's already so long. anyways who doesn't like masked balls?

“Dare I ask who I'm in the presence of?” The gems nestled in the fine silver net adorning her hair made a gentle tinkling sound as Violante tilted her head forward in a courteous bow tasked to open the dance. When she rose to meet her partner’s gaze once more, she resumed: “And most of all, is it friend or is it foe?”

Even beneath the mask, the wicked shine of Enver’s dark eyes appeared brighter than the play of light on the golden wings that stretched from the front of the mask to his hair. “Vicare, the only human man that could fly.”

Vicare – Violante wished to laugh. Was his arrogance the cause of her amusement? Or perhaps it was his full, unabashed, commitment to that little theatrical play they were staging? Whichever the reason, she found that trying to conceal her smile around him was beginning to verge on the impossible. Disgraceful…but thrilling, she couldn’t wait to let Ruven hear of it.

The music carried their voices along the notes like they were part of the sheets; it was a concerto of violins, lutes and harps. Violante could hear the distinct sound of a few wind instruments as well but failed to recognize them. The melody was slow and soothing, inviting the dancers to know one another, play their coy games before dealing their full hand when the culmination of the song would strike.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, barely letting the fabrics of their clothes brush one another as they drew a circle on the floor with their steps: a dance that resembled more the stalk of two wolves ready to attack, reach for the throat and sink sharp teeth in the flesh and let fate settle who was going to bleed out first and declare the other victorious.

“The name holds a familiar sound.” She spoke calmly, voice just above a whisper but carrying confidence, pride. A pride soon betrayed; a quick glance stolen with the tail of her eye to the dark haired man, searching for any hint on his half covered face that would reveal his thoughts to her. She hoped for the stars, yet she was no astronomer at all. Whatever Enver Gortash was thinking, from amusement to annoyance, remained a well guarded secret. “I’d like to hear the tale of the man of the golden feathers, if he’s willing to share.”

The violins played a grave note and as if spells were casted, each performing pair jumped into position – facing each other, one arm up as the back of their hands brushed the one of their partner in a gentle kiss of the knuckles. His hand to her waist, her touch above his shoulder. "Do I have to tell? I'm sure you know well how the story goes. The one that dreamt of flying too high in the sky – accused of free will, punished with the amputation of his wings.” He leaned forward, a cunning smile curling his lips upwards charmingly. “They used shears, if I remember correctly, to make me never wish to fly again. Quite the gruesome spectacle it was.”

Enver’s back was straight, tense as the string of a bow ready to let its arrow strike the prey, yet the movement of his steps was nothing but light and elegant as they spun in unison with the other dancers like a gentle breeze barely caressing the marble under his feet. He was a great dancer, Violante couldn’t deny it.

“Yet you persist, don’t you? Behind those walls you still look up for the cobalt sky.” A swirl, restrained in perfect graciousness learned in years of training with a certain drow, the rich crimson fabric of her gown twisting around her body like a tail. “Which amount of punishment is enough to make you learn, I wonder.”

His eyes narrowed yet that wicked grin didn't falter. “Flying is a thought, and nothing can stop an idea. The wind reached me even when my feet were bound to the ground." They waltzed into an outside spin and moved into the next step with a final touch of the wrist, pulse against pulse. “Besides – I can take a fair amount of penance, if rewarding.” His fingers twitched against hers, nothing more than a controlled and quick brush tauntingly demure, yet just enough to make Violante wonder, take the hint of that touch and let her mind carry it on as it pleased. The power of a thought, wasn’t it? 

Enver appeared no less pleased, be it the quick flash of her surprised expression or the sudden rigidity of her muscles. “Now that I’ve answered your question, allow one for myself: who are you in turn?”

Violins stood out from the choir of instruments with a strident sound this time, separating the couples as if the touch of one another was akin to reaching for a flame with naked skin. Violante arms rose up in a fluid movement, like the fluttering of a bird’s wings or the stroke of a brush, while Enver’s form bended in a half-bow, one arm behind his back and the other circling his waist.

“Death.” She expressed sharply, excited as if her time in this play had finally come. “And if I recall correctly, even Vicare couldn’t escape Death.”

i took these forever ago and talking to @flymmcargo about ffxiv has me missing ffxiv a little bit, so here i am, finally posting them. and not even on my ffxiv blog! but honestly, mostly i'm just missing my precious catgirl.

🌹🌹 (two)?

Thank you! Mostly dropping this because the image amuses me. From the monster WIP I'm working on.

She throws a look over her shoulder, her body wanting to arch into both of their touches, as Valerius laughs; the noise is a bit muffled with his mouthful of her arsecheek; and she feels the familiar sting of him withdrawing his fangs, followed by the wet, warm trickle of blood.

for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

WIP WEDNESDAY.

i was tagged by the lovely @corvosattano and lo and behold i actually have something this time !!

tagging: @malefiicarum @rosebarsoap @lvllns @ladyshar @shadowshearts @liurnia @astarien @kirnet @druidgroves @anoras @shadowglens @calenhads @mrs-theirin @nuclearstorms @flymmcargo @maxthetruman @necroticpetals @devilbrakers @morvaris @hylfystt @shellibisshe and you!!!!!!!!!!!!

i like to call this one "astarion is playing himself and he doesn't even know it. also he's bitchy."

“How did you learn such a skill, anyhow? Picking locks on doors you can’t enter?” she teased.

Astarion grumbled. What was that saying? Stones from glass houses?

“So many jokes from one asking so many favors.”

“One joke,” she corrected. “And one favor.”

Astarion listened close for the ticks of the lock, rolling his eyes. “Eugh. That’s how it always starts. ‘Pick a lock for me, Astarion! Hold my bag for me, Astarion! Rub my back for me, Astarion! Do all the hard work for me, Astarion, while I gorge myself on excess and watch’—Shhhhhhit!” The pick snapped between his fingers pathetically, as if retribution for his outburst.

If Ursula noticed his defeat, she did not reveal it. Gorge myself on excess, she mouthed with a slow nod. She shrugged, took another bite of her apple, and said nothing. Typical of her to let him complain. Some days he couldn’t decide whether she was patient or simply a stonewall. Perhaps both.

Astarion wormed the broken pick out of the lock, grateful it hadn’t been busted, and set to work with a fresh set.

He contemplated an apology—the use of it, that is. In truth, the situation between the two of them was quite the opposite and he knew it. She rarely asked anything of him. Of anyone, really. She defended him relentlessly and she allowed him to drink from her on the regular, and he didn’t need to ask. Picking a lock once in exchange for the kind of security and sustenance she provided seemed more than a fair bargain.

But Astarion was nothing if not frivolous, and Ursula did not mind, so he deigned to feel no shame in complaining, hyperbolic as he may have been. Perhaps embarrassingly so.

“You know you can get up whenever you wish, love,” Ursula said.

He tutted, tossed a sideways glance at her. Torchlight glinted off the recent puncture wounds in her neck as she leaned against the wall. Her good hand held the apple while she tucked the injured one close to her waist. He looked away quickly, lest he be reminded how she found herself injured in the first place. Lest he feel a shred of guilt, or worse: indebtment.

He can get up whenever he wishes.

Hmph.

Well.

The lock wasn’t exactly difficult, was it? He wasn’t doing this for her. On his knees in the dirt? Certainly not. This was a strategic move. He needed her trust. He wanted to see what was on the other side as well. Obviously.

The final tumbler clicked into place and he teased the lock to the side. He shoved the door open with a triumphant grin, only to be met with… Nothing. About ten square feet of dusty floorboards and barren wall sconces. Not even a hint of any secret passageways or loose planks. Astarion’s shoulders slumped.

Ursula poked her head inside and casually scanned the vacant room. “Huh,” she said. “Just an empty storage room. Oh well.”

“Wh—” Astarion started, but she was already marching away. “Are you kidding me?! After all that?”

get to know me 🍷

tagged by: @katsigian + @swanfey + @feykiller + @seluned; ahhh tysm darlings ! i appreciate the tag, i love dash games 👉👈 tagging (w no pressure): @acealistair + @duskwulfs + @baldursgrape + @vorskra + @ @garaviel + @grymforge + @flymmcargo + @flymm + @cetra + @tenmillionbees + @bg3 + @hythlodaes + @piratebay + @halsin + @faenixx + @elven-lcie + @seeliefae + @desnas + @feypacts + @monoshikis + @exocomets + @yurgir + @telumendill + @druidgroves + any1 else who'd like to ! 💫 lmk if u want/don't wanna b tagged in the future !

last song: until it doesn't hurt — mother mother 🎧🎵

fave color: red (& black)

currently watching: i dnt rly watch tv any more 🫣

last movie: god i can't even rmber tbh 🤔

currently reading: crickets 🧍‍♀️

sweet/savory/spicy: listen i love spicy but my stomach cannot !! handle it so savory w sweet as a close second

relationship status: single

current obsession: dnd + my own ocs sighs

last google: evocative

currently working on: catching up in bg3 w chizu + ocean/helena pwp drabble ✍️

꒰ ◜⠀TAMSIN MORREN ⠀ — ⠀ for @flymmcargo ⠀ ༘ ♡ ꒱

NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ❣️

tagged by @moonmothers @flymmcargo @kelemvorr @baldursgate2 !!!!!!! thank u so much.. u are all so sweet and thoughtful...

tagging @cetra @dandeyrain @princeofhags @mercymaker @lord-woolsley @hibernationsuit @alongtidesoflight @shadowcursedballs @tombtaker :D no pressure of course my friends! you may also consider this an invitation to talk to me more :3c

favorite color: wellow... ✨🍯🐝🌻💛⚡ i have loved yellow since i was very small my sister loved purple so everything she owned was purple and everything i owned was yellow.. and my room is still entirely yellow everything is YELLOW..... it just happens i gravitate

last song: uhhh spotify says i was last listening to last chapter in time, first chapter in eternity by VVN it absolutely fucks but bare in mind it might make you sad? tis music to make you feel and that shit always has different effects on people. OOP and spotify shuffle Just put on times change by umziky which is CUTE glitchpoppy stuff OH and spotify just put on higher by ia. which is vocaloid ur welcome.. this says how slow i am huh am i typing too much AND NOW ITS into the woods by phildel im making u a playlist

last movie: last movie i watched was godzilla king of the monsters with aisling teehee... every movie i've watched recently was with aisling... hehe.......

currently watching: WELL i was watching breaking bad but i burnt out around season 3 after i was binging it all day long and before that i binged all of desperate housewives all day long without any break so am i surprised i burnt out? no. also desperate housewives fucks

currently reading: uh i'm like always reading the six of crows by leigh bardugo i will open that book consume the Content and then close it whenever i feel like reading parts of it........ actually reading thru a full book currently no....not really but lets say crooked kingdom yeah

current obsession: mayhaps this question is pointless but i am deep in an autistic hyperfixation on bg3 which is showing no signs of dying down or stopping i will also say i am hyperfixating on gale himself and honestly my oc afhiri. and i think its safe to say illithids too i cannot stop myself from gobbling up information on them and i think about them just as much as the others ...........

sweet, savory, or spicy? i will sayy savoury!!!! i do like sweet but not as much . i am currently really obsessed with gravy..... not american gravy or whatever the bwi'ish kind.......... had to confirm that because i ain't got a fucking clue what american gravy is like . but i know its different!!!!!! due to my very english upbringing i never consumed spice ever in my life until i started to introduce it into my own diet a year ago and now i can eat things that say spicy just fine!! and they are very delicious. i really enjoy spicy noodles especially

currently working on: I HAVE TWO AFHIRI GALE FIC WIPS CURRENTLY ... :3c one of them is a cute domestic scene i'm writing through aislings influence and the other is a fat and large post game 3 years later fic that i cannot describe in any way than a psychological horror fic. :).....