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Pls accept my humble entry for Taz Sapphic Week, a picture of Istus and the Raven Queen being girlfriends <3 Idk if I'll stick with these designs but I had a lot of fun drawing them!
[Image ID: a digital drawing of Istus and the Raven Queen from The Adventure Zone sitting on a bench in front of a light blue brick wall with a round, rainbow-colored stained glass window in the middle. The Raven Queen has brown skin, long, gray braids, and yellow eyes. She is wearing a black veil and a crown of raven wings, a long-sleeved, floor length black dress, and a black raven feather cloak. Istus is Black with natural, coily white hair and dark gray eyes. She is wearing a white dress with gold accents that transitions into bright pink, then purple, in the skirt. She has a lesbian pride banner in her lap and she is holding hands with the Raven Queen. They are looking at each other and smiling. End ID]
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Cowboy Ghost Time!
TAZ Sapphic Week day 4: Cowboy ghosts
I got reaaaalllllllly wiggly about this one and there's so much deep lore which is wildly unnecessary considering it's less than 2,000 words, but here we are. Read below or on AO3
When a (dead) woman and a house love another woman very much...
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The house is excited, the curtains have whipped themselves open and the door is flung wide. Raven must be back! Istus should think it unfair that it loved Raven better, afterall, Istus is the one who is tied to it. She understands though. She can’t think of many things she loves as much as Raven.
Istus wafts outside, hand half way raised for her usual wave, lazy and slow, there’s no rush here. She squints at the approaching rider. Raven’s slumped, barely holding the reins, her hat is squint and one saddle bag is hanging open and empty. Istus, even with her eyes as poor as they are, can see that she’s covered in mud and blood and her leg isn’t sitting right in the stirrup. Istus rushes to the boundary.
“What happened?” leaves her mouth at the same time as Raven says, “don’t worry.” She’d be more likely to listen if she couldn’t hear the tightness in the words. Raven knows Istus well, knows she’s prone to fretting, doesn’t want her to be anxious, but how can she do anything but worry to see Raven this way?
“I’ll just get inside.” Raven winces as she eases herself down from Hel’s back. She hits the ground heavier than usual, dips her hat low to try and hide the wince. Istus wishes so dearly that she could pick her up and carry her to the kitchen, scoop her into her arms and ease her pain and let her know she is there, she’ll always be there for her. It doesn’t work like that. Especially not with the sun bleeding into her.
Hel noses Raven gently and she pets his neck. “Thank you for bringing me home, friend.” He nudges her once more before he trots away and fades. Istus turns her attention back to Raven. There’s no easy choice of words. She wants to apologise for everything she isn’t; knows Raven will hate it if she tries to.
“Don’t dawdle, love.” She tries to keep the fear from her voice, hopes the disappointment doesn’t leak through the lightness of her tone. She wants more than anything to take Raven’s hand, hold her, keep her safe… It feels wrong to leave, but in here she can get the water warmed while Raven makes her way up the steps. There’s nothing she can do to help outside. Inside is better, the house will listen. The house will help. They’ll look after Raven together.
The kettle is whistling by the time she arrives in the kitchen, hopefully the handle will let her pour into the large bowl already laid on the counter top. Istus can hear Raven sucking in terse breaths which mean she’s in more pain than even she is used to. It’s not that this doesn’t happen sometimes, Istus knows her work is dangerous, but Raven isn’t getting any younger and the necromancers aren’t getting any gentler. The kettle rattles and Istus sucks in some breaths of her own, or, well, she goes through the motions. Worry won't help now, she needs to be calm for Raven.
"They're dealt with." Raven says as she arrives in the kitchen. Istus wishes it were true. This them, sure, they’re gone, Raven won, but there’s always going to be more.
There’s a selfish part of her, stuffed deep down and hidden beneath the soil of her heart that wishes Raven would just stay, let Istus hold her safe, keep all the badness of the world at bay. A life lived just them and the house, the occasional visitors. A life on the sun porch rocking gently in the moonglow. Raven shouldn't have to shoulder the weight of death. It’s an injustice, it’s an indignity, and it’s their reality. She knows Raven wouldn’t change it even if she could, she’s braver than Istus is. There’s lots she would change, but she shouldn’t so she won’t.
Raven eases herself into a sturdy wooden chair and can't hide the flinch as she rearranges her leg. Istus’ impulse is to reach for her, but her hand stays firm to her side. What can her lack of touch offer? She can feel the energy the house is sending to the wound, Raven is already healing, it'll just take time. Time time time. Istus is sick of the way it trickles when Raven is gone, flashes when she’s there, drags when there’s pain to remedy. It’s a tricksome thief.
"I think the kettle will let me pour." She's right. Steam rushes up the side of the bowl as the water mingles with the garlic and thyme. Istus gingerly pushes it along the countertop. She's lost grip enough times to know better than to try and carry it outright.
"Are you seasoning me? I'm going to taste delicious." Raven's smile is tight but Istus’ laugh is full and wild. She wouldn’t care if Raven tasted of nothing but blood and dirt, if she could, she’d kiss every inch of her and savour it.
“You’re terrible, wonderful, terrible. Now, let me see if I can dip the cloth.” She can, thank the fates, so the ritual begins. She starts with the forehead, always, ‘the top down approach,’ Raven calls it. It’s common sense as far as Istus is concerned, the muck runs down; there’s no point starting in the middle. She cups Raven’s cheek with her hand, not quite touching, but the gesture holding her in place nonetheless.
Raven hisses softly as Istus eases the cloth across her hairline, grit and blood streaks from her tight braids down her face. “I know, love, I’m sorry, but I can’t leave it.” Istus knows what infection can do - there’s a reason she learned her herbs, a reason the house grows so many. The discomfort now is worth it considering what could otherwise come later.
“I know, I know.” Raven grumbles but there’s no heat in it. She’s always grumpy about being taken care of, not used to a body which doesn’t do everything she asks of it and not patient about it either. She still closes her eyes obediently, allows Istus to pass the cloth across them softly. Istus doesn’t know if she feels the whispered kisses on either cheek but she places them there reverently anyway.
The swish and rinse of the cloth mingles with the ticking of the grandfather clock, at some point a fire crackles to life in the kitchen hearth. Raven tells her it smells like stew, one is no doubt simmering in the cauldron hanging there. She pushes some gratitude towards the house.
Istus manages to undo the first button, but the others escape her hands. “Can you manage them?” She tries not to let the sadness bleed through her voice. The first button worked, why couldn’t they all work? Raven is hurt and Istus was here safe. She couldn’t do anything to stop it, and now she can’t even remove a simple shirt to clean away the aftermath.
Raven snorts. “If you want a strip tease you just have to ask.” Istus swats at her arm ineffectually. This woman was impossible, incorrigible, and she loved her with every bone she didn’t have. “Oooh, do that again, it felt great! Like swimming in the ice pond.”
Istus laughs softly. Raven hates swimming, passionately, hates the feel of the weeds on her skin and the fish bumping her legs. Istus passes her hand slowly over the worst of the still swelling bruise anyway, smiles to herself as she sees Raven relax some. She revels in the feeling of her chill against Raven’s warmth, usually she just guilty saps it (the nights are always cold here) but today she’s not a problem, not just an issue for Raven to work around. Today she’s a solution.
They settle back comfortably into the swish of the clock, the pour of the kettle, the tick of the clock, and the crackle of fire.
"It was bad." Raven says eventually, lets the words twist in the air. Istus waits, knows Raven will say more in her own time, knows pushing might spook her to silence. "Would I…" she tails off. Istus whispers a kiss to her shoulder, holds a hand above Raven's, wishes she could run a thumb across her knuckles, and waits. "...would I come back here?"
Oh.
Fates. Istus doesn't want to think about it. Raven's alive, she's meant to be alive, warm and whole and vibrant. She wouldn't suit anything else. Istus doesn’t want to consider the possibility of her being anything else. Not yet, not now… but Raven needs an answer.
"I hope so." She says, honestly. Because she does, she hopes that in a far off future Raven does come back… but not soon, not for long years.
"You haven't peeked?" Raven's voice is even, too calm, too measured. In that moment Istus hates whoever scared Raven this badly. She hates them with the dust and the grit and the gravel of hard worn roads, with storms and flames and violent rains, with every inch of her that isn’t and is all at once. There’s not usually room in her heart for anger or violence, but today there is. Today someone broke the most precious thing she’s ever treasured.
"No." It's a simple answer, too short, but how can she explain that she doesn't dare poke at that particular future. Doesn't think she can bear to know this is only temporary, that this, them, is just an ephemeral whiff of a life she can’t live, a death Raven won’t have.
Raven reaches out for Istus’ hand. They don’t quite meet. “I want to.” A whisper, a prayer.
Istus wants it too. “You’re always welcome here.” Istus hopes she knows that. “You’re always wanted.”
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Later that night, wind faded and stars bright, two chairs creak on the sun porch. Moonlight bathes the place where lovers’ fingers can interlace.
#TAZ Sapphic Week#Istus/Raven#Istus#The Raven Queen#TAZ fic#TAZ Balance#TW blood mentioned#TW mention of violence#TW discussion of death#I loved this one so much#Noodyl Writes
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All the drawings I did leading up to sapphic week in one spot :]
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hey tres horny boys how does it feel to be god's favoritest most specialist boys three times over
#if it wasnt clear: pan istus and the raven queen all have massively given favors/ bent rules of life n death for them#i just think it's funny they're literally several different gods' favorite#'everyone likes us we're sooo likeable and popular' disease#tazb#taz balance#the adventure zone#the adventure zone: balance#mine
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Day 3 of Repostober from 5/28/22!
#taz#taz balance#the adventure zone#taraart#artists on tumblr#taz istus#istus#the raven queen#dnd#repostober
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Just 2 weeks until TAZ Sapphic Week! Here to welcome us are Istus and The Raven Queen from Balance.
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#this was in the drafts of my main blog half finished so i just added more characters i hc as lesbians to fill it out#honorable mentions include noelle who is definitely sapphic but maybe not a lesbian to me and raven queen who is istus' gf#taz#poll
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Old Taz fanart part 2
I literally can’t wait for the suffering game!!
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[vampire meal deal au]
Kravitz, still dazzled, tucks a little closer, and Taako can’t resist letting his head accidentally fall against his chest, can’t resist bathing in the warmth of his living body, can’t resist tuning into the symphony paced along by the newly undomesticated drum in his chest.
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Critical Role Ship Moodboards: Sarenrae/The Raven Queen
#how to say ''I started with TAZ before getting into Critical Role'' without saying ''I started with TAZ before getting into Critical Role''#anyways remember when we all shipped RQ with Istus? good times#kc creates#Critical Role#moodboard#CR 1#Sarenrae#The Raven Queen#Sarenraven#Gods of Exandria#my moodboards
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The Adventure Zone characters as Steven Universe Gems
Istus = White Diamond
Istus = White Diamond
Lup = Red Pearl
Taako = Blue/purple Pearl
Kravitz = Rhodolite
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Stars Again!
It's day 6 of @tazsapphicweek and time for the final bit of the Lady in the Lake. Part 1 | Part 2.
Breaking news: Idiot has a realisation; Istus gets to do her job!
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“I’m an idiot.” Says Raven, announcing herself.
“You’ll have to be more specific, dear, whatever do you mean?” Istus replies, pushing enough love into the words to ensure Raven lets her get away with her big smug smile.
“Oh shush.” There’s no bite in her words. “So, what do I need to do?”
“Nothing. Here you go.” Istus holds the sword out. It’s different this time, less gaudy than usual. The hilt is burnished, but clearly well worn. It’s experienced, lined by age, and beautiful with it. Just like Raven. The pommel doesn’t drip with gems, just a simple embossed bird. It’s perfect, it’s right.
“Fuck off. You can’t just hand it over.” Raven doesn’t reach for it. They’re usually half in the water and grabbing for it by now.
“I thought you were ready?” Istus doesn’t understand, the prophecy said tonight was the night… she waited so long! She was so patient… Raven clearly, finally knows she’s the true king, so what’s the hold up? Why doesn’t she want it? If she’s not ready then, well Istus will give her time, Istus will give her anything she asks, but the necromancers will definitely not extend the same kindness…
“Shouldn’t there be a ceremony? Some kind of speech? You’re not even wearing the fancy gown, I know full well you put it on for Godrick and he was shit! I thought you loved me?” Raven looks so indignant that Istus manages to choke back her laughter.
“You want the whole shebang?” Istus asks as straight faced as she can manage, hopefully the corner of her mouth twitching won’t give her away.
“Yep. If anything, I want the fanciest she you’ve ever banged. Wait… Hang on, no that came out wrong.”
Istus breaks then, flopping backwards into the water cackling.
“No, come back! Istus! I want the bells! I want the whistles!”
It takes a heroic effort, but Istus flicks her tail and brings herself upright again, bobbing close enough to hold Istus’ hand. “Okay dear, I understand. I’ll make sure it’s worthy of you.” She lets go and swims back slightly, making sure she’s out of range for the next bit. “... afterall, you certainly are the fanciest she I know.” One of Raven’s crackers bonks off Istus’ head. “I think you dropped something there darling.” Raven reaches into her pocket to grab another, Istus isn’t going to give her another chance. “Hold tight, I’ll be back soon.”
She dives below the surface of the water, lets the cool silk of the lake wash across her. It was reasonable, of course, Raven was the king, it was only fair for her to expect some kind of honouring. Istus had known it since a few years after they met, she’d had years to get used to the idea, but this was all new to Raven. She deserved the pomp. She deserved the circumstance. She deserved the best.
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“Are you ready?” Istus shouts, peeking out from behind the rocks where Raven had evidently given up on standing. She spies her on the shore instead, lying on the pebbles.
“Raven?”
There’s no reply, well, none other than the low rumbling noise emanating from under Raven’s wide brimmed hat. Istus resists the impulse to huff, she knows Raven’s had a hard day. Hard months, to be honest, she seems more exhausted each time she visits. Raven leaves the lake and the world pulls another chunk out of her. She keeps going anyway, keeps fighting, keeps her faith in what’s right and true, just like a king should. Istus can forgive a nap, then. But, but she's also impatient, and there's only so long she can wear the dress before it gets fully saturated and feels terrible on her skin and scales.
"Psssst." She waits, nothing.
"Raven?"
"It's time to wake up, dear."
"I'm wearing the dress! It’s going a bit see through!”
“Raven, c'mon!"
The first pebble Istus throws pings off Raven's hat, the second one lands squarely on her chest, bounces, and skitters away. The third one grazes her cheek. Raven grumbles slightly and sleeps on.
Well fine, Raven wants the works? She can experience the full power of the lake.
The tendril of lake water gathers itself for a moment before splashing down across Raven's face.
"Wuh… huh? I wasn't sleeping! I'm awake." Raven snaps upright, glances guiltily around. Istus resists the urge to snort out a laugh. She's glad that she set up the waterproof camera Raven had brought her, she was going to isolate the frame of Raven’s panicky awakening and treasure it always.
Raven casts her eyes to the lake, clearly searching for Istus. She won't have to search for long. It's time to begin.
Istus concentrates hard on the tendrils of mist knitting them together so they thicken and blanket the surface of the water.
"Oooh, is this it? Is it starting?" Raven sounds delighted.
Istus' chest shakes with silent giggles as she fights to keep her concentration on the task at hand.
"It looks really cool! You're doing great!" Raven yells from the shore.
The algae begins to glow then, steady and bright in the moonlight. Istus doesn't have an in with the stars like she does with the lake or she'd make them glow brighter too.
"Wow!" Says Raven loudly. "I wonder what's happening here! This is all so mysterious! I wonder if anything important is going on!"
Fates, this woman was not an actor. Not to mention that at no point has Istus indicated any audience participation was required in this process until she is actually handing over the sword.
A plume of water shoots dramatically into the air and Raven gasps, hands flying to her face in delight. "That was genuine, love, I wasn't expecting that!"
While the water is still misting it's way back down to the lake surface Istus starts the whirlpool, lake water spinning and churning, then suddenly stilling to a circle of glassy smooth water, unaffected by the small waves around it. She swims hard, and, from that lake mirror, emerges Istus.
She crests slowly, tail weaving gently below her to keep her pace steady. The dress pools on the surface, white fabric billowing, dry as long as her spellwork holds.
"Fuck me, you're hot." Raven doesn’t shout as loudly as she did before, but Istus hears all the same and has to fight not to lean into it. This isn’t time for flirting, this is time for reverence.
"Traveller!" She booms.
Raven does the universal double look over the should, point to yourself, 'who, me?' pantomime. Istus works hard to resist rolling her eyes, she deserves a prize for it honestly. She'll tell Raven as much later.
"Your coming was foretold!" Istus regrets the phrasing the instant the words leave her mouth.
Istus can hear Raven thinking filthy thoughts as she bounces her eyebrows. Istus continues anyway, like the consummate professional she is.
"... and it is my job to bestow upon you a great gift, a great responsibility; the sword of fate."
Raven's rapt, thankfully. Istus doesn't know how much longer she can resist laughing at the heckling.
"...the sword is the sword of the true king, the instrument of divine power by which your reign will be declared, by which your rule will be cemented, to which your fate will be twined."
Raven's silent, eyes shining in the algae’s glow.
"... With this token, know that you are responsible for all citizens of this nation. With this token, know my favour lies with you."
Istus summons the sword then, pulls it from the depths with speed enough to fly free of the water. It hangs above her, glows bright, cuts through the layers of mist.
"... With this token, know that you, Raven of Neverwinter, are the one and true king.
The sword falls gently, Istus holds her hand out and waits for the grip to place itself in her palm. She doesn’t look at it, just waits for the familiar weight.
Raven gasps, involuntary and quiet. Istus hopes this lives up to her expectations… she’ll ask for feedback later.
She flips the sword in her hand, holding the green kelp woven sheath instead, handle pointed toward shore. "Raven of Neverwinter, will you accept my gift?"
Raven walks forward now, wades into the lake without the usual hopping to remove her shoes and socks. There's no laughter in her in this moment. The weight of responsibility is heavy on her shoulders but she still stands tall and proud and kingly.
Raven stops just short of the drop off where Istus floats, drops to a knee in the still shallow water. "Honourable friend, I gladly will." She takes the sword. There's no thunder clap or triumphant song, no indication that the world has changed, but Istus knows it to be true all the same.
"May the fates bless you, King Raven."
"Thank you." A quiet whisper.
There's a long beat of silence. Istus usually goes now, sinks back into the water unseen by the king who has already turned to leave.
"I love you." Raven says.
"I love you too, my king." And how Istus does. This perfect woman, the person she has thought of every day for 14 years, the love of her life. This is the king the people deserve. She's going to save the world, she's going to be amazing.
"... So, you said something about coming?"
#TAZ Sapphic Week#Istus/Raven#The Raven Queen#Istus#TAZ Balance#Noodyl Writes#TAZ Fic#I really enjoyed the story of this one#I hope you all did too!
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im glad we’re all on the same page over on istus’ fandom wiki page
#we all know she’s a lesbian and married to the raven queen#taz balance#the adventure zone#istus#raven queen#a sydney original
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happy pride have some lesbian goddesses
[image ID: a digital drawing of istus and the raven queen, from the adventure zone: balance. they are both goddesses in the forms of human women. istus has brown skin, dark eyes, and long white hair. she is wearing an iridescent white dress with white lace and sleeves made of rainbow mesh, a headpiece with a rainbow veil that falls over her face, and rainbow gemstones along her cheeks (the largest is red and set up by the outer corner of her eye, and they descend toward her nose and decrease in size until they reach the color purple). the raven queen has pale, dull skin and curly black hair. an ornately carved raven’s skull sits on top of her head like a helmet, obscuring her eyes. shadows shine out from underneath the skull, and from its eye sockets. she is wearing a dark dress with black feathers at the neckline, shoulders, and across the upper line of a cape attacked to the back of the dress. the raven queen is reaching out to caress istus’s face, and istus is staring at her lovingly, holding her wrist. istus emits a soft rainbow glow, and darkness emits from the raven queen. end ID.]
#my art#art#fanart#illustration#digital art#original art#my artwork#the adventure zone#taz#the zone cast#taz balance#the adventure zone balance#taz istus#taz the raven queen#raven queen
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You seem v qualified to ponder thoughts about the Raven Queen, so please consider - It's always made me FERAL that RQ in D&D canon is the goddess of death and all that, yeah, but ALSO has a fascination with memories, collecting memories, ect....and this is just NEVER MENTIONED in Balance, an arc which is HEAVILY BASED on the suppression of memories. What are your thoughts on how this second of her big values interplays with her influence in Balance?
Got this ask before WoTC decided to shoot themselves in the foot. But I don't want to leave it hanging because I've been thinking about it a lot. So I'm gonna talk about lore stuff and then apply it to Balance.
4e RQ was the ghost of an elven queen who became the consort of the previous death god, killed him, became the new god of Death, wiped out all traces of her past life, and later added the domains of Fate and Winter. 5e RQ was also an elven queen, but through a failed ritual she got torn apart dr. manhattan style, pieced herself back together from the forgotten memories of the Shadowfell, and while only semi-divine, is steadily growing in power and godhood.
Balance makes RQ a full-fledged goddess, while also limiting her domain to Death. But let's add Memory to that for funsies.
You would think RQ would hold a grudge against Lucretia for her deliberate suppression of memories. But! Lucretia is an abjuration wizard. She used that memory manipulation like a shield, fully believing she was protecting people from their pain. To that end, the memory wipes kept the light of creation from being reformed for over a decade, providing enough time for the Hunger to weaken and for her to perfect a shield spell big enough to contain it.
So I think that just as Istus allowed the Temporal Chalice to mess up her fate scarf, RQ allowed Lucretia to fudge everyone's memories, because she understood that it all would resolve eventually.
That said, I do think there's one being that RQ would not be pleased to have run amok in her universe: THE VOIDFISH.
A primordial being with powers to bestow and deny memory to all known creatures of the universe AND YET. We've been shown that voidfish don't do this with any real motive. To them, it's just a food source. It's as if a mindflayer phylum had branched off into a passive, playful subspecies, and we got a celestial jellyfish that radically affects mass perception and likes ducks.
Now listen to me. Look me in my eyes. Memory is what makes the mortal, immortal. To be forgotten is the final death. That is why we have ceremonies about remembering our predecessors. Just as RQ would rule over those souls, she would rule over those memories, forgotten or otherwise.
So... if the Raven Queen was the Goddess of memories... and the voidfish can store and dispell memories at any time... and RQ's domain includes the astral sea... what if all of the voidfish were actually native to the astral sea...
...and somehow got out?
#Also it makes double sense that RQ would invite Lup and Barry to serve her#'wow you held your very being together for over a decade through sheer force of will? Hired'#okay thoughts over that's all i got#askherbgerb#the raven queen#the adventure zone#taz balance#taz
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