i was tagged by @halsin to make some ocs in this picrew, thank you so much annie!! i love this picrew sooo much and since so many cool features were added i'm giving my bg3 crew another roll in it!!

Violante Waesphine | Zefyr (they/them) Camylla | Ruven DeVir Cassandrae (she/they) | Lazarus (he/they)

tagging: @arisatominakos @devilbrakers @swordcoasts @cultistbase @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @swanfey @nokstella @katsigian @florbelles @druidgroves @risingsh0t @morvaris @faarkas @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens and idk!! whoever wants to do this <3

Another one! I’m so productive today ÒwÓ 

A sketch of my OC Camylla

Will probably make this into a digital drawing when I get my drawing tablet back lol

i was tagged by @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @swordcoasts and @arklay to make some of my ocs in this picrew, thank you so much everyone this was soso much fun!!

i’m tagging: @uldwynsovs @morvaris @nuclearstorms @faarkas @denerims @cultistbase @steelport @stormveils @devilbrakers @girlbosselrond @florbelles and whoever else wants to do this!!

maegar lucretio celtigar (hotd) || visenyra cornelia celtigar (hotd) arianne aspasia vance (hotd) || cassandrae (bg3) camylla (bg3) || violante waesphine (bg3) || moira velez (fnv)

—EIGHT SENTENCE SUNDAY

originally six sentence sunday, then eight sentence monday so i’m giving back the sunday to this game but keeping the eight jkfjk. i was tagged some time ago by @nuclearstorms @girlbosselrond and @devilbrakers thank you all soso much, ily <3

i’m tagging you three again if you want to share anything new and @arklay @swordcoasts @morvaris @liurnia @denerims @faarkas @shadowglens @camelliagwerm @druidgroves @aelyosos and any other of my super talented writer mutuals that i forgot to include bc i’m very forgetful rip

"Glee and grief taste alike with you."

"Flattery won't aid you," flattery? That was certainly...one way to interpret her words "it will not stop my blade from planting itself between your lungs, should the need arise." Violante spoke with that perpetual ice cold scythe she had for tongue – courtesy was a skill, and not one to waste with a petty mercenary that would possibly not live to see the light of another day – but the threat, the annoyance vibrant in her tone, only amused Camylla further and a grin spread over her features.

"I never met an assassin as...fascinating as you." She spoke with derision but her words kept proclaiming plain admiration: to say she was already smitten by the needlessly vicious half-elf was an understatement.

Violante spared her only one haughty look as she sheathed back her dagger. "Simple minds are easy to charm, that or your habitual company is rather dull."

senseless + violante?

25. senselesscharacters: violante waesphine, camylla words: 1.174 (couldn't stop, rip to the 3-10 sentences) warnings: physical violence and a very toxic violante, probably one of her worst moments

“Say it again” Violante’s hands were imperceptibly trembling, eyes small crevices “I dare you, say it again.”

Camylla winced at the threat concealed behind the calmest tone her lover could force herself to use after hearing her words. She tried to gather the courage to repeat herself, to say anything at all, but only a broken sob escaped her tight throat, tears couldn’t be held back any longer and started pouring out once again.

Anger mounted inside Violante’s chest and she found herself considering how pathetic the scene seemed. She glanced at the most beautiful pair of green eyes she ever had the pleasure to see: the sclera was bloodshot, the skin around them swollen and reddened from the continuous strain sustained as she proceeded once again to push her hand against it and dry out the tears. Still mesmerizing as the first day, she thought, even now. She forced herself to look away once her heart started aching; this is just a fake staged act to stimulate pity, she needs to be reminded. She will not be fooled twice.

“Iante…” the mercenary whispered between a laboured breath and a desperate lament. As if asking for forgiveness, she let her body fall on her knees: staring at the much taller woman from that position only made her look exaggeratedly larger now. She towered over her kneeled figure that now appeared insignificant when compared to her.

“Don’t use that name.” Violante snapped back at her immediately, the unfinished plea shattered against the roar of her voice. “You think your tears, your pathetic attempt at forgiveness, will move me? Do you think you can take my love and profit from it?” she didn’t notice the tears which threatened to flow until her vision blurred slightly. Her shame would have been unbearable if she had let herself be glimpsed in this state so she decided to turn her back on the traitor, perhaps that would help her think, reflect, forgive. "You seek my forgiveness because you fear for your life, you think I’m capable of killing you."

Camylla was astonished by the words and shook her head strongly even though her beloved could not see her. A hoarse 'no' escaped her lips but couldn't be heard, she repeated herself over and over, her words a cascade of raucous denials as, getting to her feet, she tried to get closer to Violante, feel the warmth of her hands again and seek comfort. "You would never do that, I know it" she reached for the woman's forearm, trying to take a glimpse at her eyes, but upon touch she roughly got pushed away. Camylla let out a defeat sound before renewing her reasoning "I can't do this anymore. I just can't stay here with you any longer. I beg you, somewhere in your heart you know my love for you is sincere but I– "

“Can’t you hear yourself? Can’t you hear how senseless your words sound?” unable to hear more of her lies, Violante only desired to extinguish every single attempt to conversate. It’s common knowledge, she’s always in the right, she didn’t need to hear anything else. “You are no different from the others. You professed your love to me, said ‘Iante, I could only love you in the world’ and look at yourself now. You knew from the start who I am, what I am.” She closed the distance between them, her face only inches away from the woman she once knew as her companion. The proximity felt almost comforting – it once was – she could experience the memory of kissing her, not as just an old scene playing in her mind, but an experience tasted in that exact moment. Something physical, tangible. If only memories could stay as pristine, unspoiled, as the moment they are created, yet nothing escapes the clutches of rot and hatred. “You had a taste of this dark heart and then declared you had enough. Are you full? Are you satisfied now? Do you want to go away? Do you think you can just walk away?” A malevolent grin distorted her features.

Camylla examined what now was the face of a beast devoured by loathing, far from her lover beautiful features, and yet she still found splendour, love. And indescribable pain.

“And can’t you see why I need to leave?” she searched her eyes for a small hint of understanding “probably not. I thought I could…change you. For the better. Only now I see my mistake.” She took a few steps back; the discussion had no way to untie neither of them from the despair of separation.

“You just used me.” Venom poured from every word like an unstoppable tide, Violante only desired to hurt her the way she just did to her, a ridiculous attempt to match the suffering the green-eyed woman inflicted on her.

“No. I loved you.” The mercenary finally spat back, fury igniting her words “And I regret it wholeheartedly, every second of it. Oh, if I could take everything back. Everything!” her hands found the way through her own vinaceous hair. Fingers began tugging harshly at the strands, eyes tightly shut and a cry stuck in her throat. “I hate you!” She screamed before shoving the half-elf, a frantic attempt to escape, to flee.

Castigation came quickly: Violante’s left hand found home around Camylla’s throat and she started squeezing and pressing, forcing air to be shut out of her lungs. A choked sound mixed to shock was the only noise audible from the woman slowly falling back down on her knees, disbelief written all over her face.

“You hate me?” the warlock repeated, almost possessed, before barking out a rough laugh, short and bitter “I’m the one who hates you.” Teeth clenched so tight it hurt, voice reminiscent of a snake hissing and finally a single tear streaking her face as she watched the love of her life slowly succumb to her. “If you think these hands would kill you then let me confirm your thoughts.”

Agony darkened her vision as her other hand reached for the neck, that same neck that she once kissed, and she squeezed more and more tightly. Camylla grasped the wrists of her attacker, nails digging into the skin and scraping as hard as she could, leaving bright red marks on the way; tears filled once again her eyes, perhaps for the last time. The sight made Violante’s head spin: there she was, her lover, on her knees imploring, praying like she was some godly entity to make amends to.

Once again, the power of choice upon life and death was offered to her on the most alluring and soul-consuming silver plate as Camylla’s forces started abandoning her. Images of a dagger and blood covered hands, her hands, flashed in front of her eyes, a voice whispering and a lifeless body of someone loved at her feet. Oh, tormented and cursed memory, can’t you let the past go?

Her wrists felt the pain lessen and the visions disturbing her vanished: as her gaze turned to focus on the tragedy dramatically unfolding in front of her, her stomach started twisting and turning, nausea finally possessing it as she saw her innocent victim lips move and trying to form what felt like her last words. I love you.

i was tagged by @risingsh0t @denerims @shadowglens @girlbosselrond and @morvaris to make some ocs in this picrew, thank you all soso much beloveds!!

tagging: @arklay @devilbrakers @uldwynsovs @cultistbase @swordcoasts @faarkas @lightwardens @brujah @nocticulas @celticwoman @reaperkiller @nuclearstorms @steelport @malefiicarum @stormveils @indorilnerevarine @druidgroves @florbelles @aelyosos and anyone else that wants to do this mwah

violante (she/her) || ruven (he/him) zefyr (they/them) || cassandrae (she/they)

i keep on fooling in cc to make my other ocs so tonight i offer u camylla. sea half-elf, something of a bard and a mercenary that could kill you in under ten seconds with her sword. she's violante's ex lover hehe

i hope ur still taking theseee - texture, favorite and change for violante? :3

character design questions

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

violante prefers soft textures generally but doesn't dislike ones like leather. her favourite are the sheer ones like chiffon, she likes silk and lace as well but everything has to be completely black as she doesn't wear many other colors (maybe a veeery dark blue or some accents of red but extremely rarely). something she dislikes is linen and velvet is either a hit or complete miss for her

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

ohh this is quite interesting for her!! when violante was younger she absolutely adored a hair pin that was gifted to her by ruven, her super toxic and codependent best friend fdjdkfk. it had small dark purple violas and black leaves and she used to wear it every single time, even let ruven place it in her hair wherever he liked most. when he betrayed her and he died for it, violante stopped wearing the pin, mostly because she simply wants to forget but she still keeps it tucked somewhere. plus she owns a ring, one that she still wears, it has quite a simple design: it's silver, and has three embedded black gems but on the inner band you can spot a hare and a hound with the words 'as i desire so i hope'. it's matching with another ring, which instead reads 'as i hope so i desire', it was of camylla's, violante's ex before she fucked up the relationship <3

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

violante has very little big changes, through the years she stayed mostly the same. she still keeps her hair long, just ties them up more often than before. she always liked to dress with black clothes, and that didn't change either. it's almost as time goes on but she's stuck somewhere in it while everyone else moves on, funny innit?

🥀💕💍🧲 -- for violante?

hi hi, thank you so much, it's evil woman time >:3c

🥀— How well would they handle a break up?

Real BAD. If she's the one breaking the relationship? Then fine, it's whatever, she surely had her reasons she thinks. But if it's someone else breaking up with her? OH GOD. Perfect example is the way she nearly killed Camylla, her previous lover. She feels like it's a betrayel and to her, betrayal is punished with death.

💕— What makes them feel connected to their partner?

She needs a common goal, something to achive that they can share together or maybe even an emotion along the lines of hatred for someone or something specific. An idea even. She needs to know that her and her partner are on the same page, that they think the same way, at least a little bit. She doesn't ask for complete blind acceptance of her crimes (maybe a bit, she wishes mostly) but at least her partner needs to understand why she's done it.

💍— What are their thoughts on marriage?

Doesn't believe in marriage, she thinks it's a useless social concept and that most of the time the people involved in it never love each other, marriage is a way to gain some kind of benefit. This idea comes from the fact that her parents are the exact example of this: not loving each other, not anymore at least, too blinded by the lost wealth that they lost with their marriage.

🧲— What’s an easy way to turn them on/get them riled up?

Ohh well well, let's see. I think it's all about the attitude of their partner, she loves a confident (a bit bastard like) behaviour, showing off strenght or power. The idea that their partner is so powerful and can show it off makes her look at them lustfully.

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BALDUR’S GATE 3 SUPPORTING CAST

— Ruven DeVir. drow. neutral evil. (almost) warlock. the bastard son of a rich nobleman and Violante’s childhood friend and first love. his interest include: indulging in luxiorous pleasure, deception and probably assasination. tried to use Violante's life as an offering to a powerful eldritch entity in exchange of power but ultimately got killed by Violante herself.

— Camylla. wood half-elf. chaotic good. fighter. a skillful mercenary and one true love of Violante. while the bond that they shared was deep it couldn’t overcome their irreconcilable differences leading to a dramatic separation. in the end Violante magically erased Camylla’s memories of their time together and then left forever.

i was tagged by @arklay and @morvaris to make some ocs in this picrew, thank you so much ily besties <3

i decided to go with my bg3 mcs with their beloved girlfriends because i love them so much and wanted to see all of them together so here they are:

Violante Waesphine | Camylla Zefyr | Cassandrae

tagging: whoever wants to do this really, if you see this just say i’ve tagged you and go have fun!!

starts shaking i finally have how camylla and ruven look..........................

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

literally screaming crying throwing up bc violante and camylla never used their full names with each other, violante was iante and camylla was mylla they just loved each other so much i'm feeling sick

one thing you always need to know about my ocs is that u need to picture them with scars and covered in blood all the time. there's no other way

Camylla ft. ghosts?? I don’t know what those are tbh, some kinda soul thingies she’s been collecting yeet yeet