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I had the immense pleasure to work on this wholesome commission for my good friend @ronkoza
I'd call this a dream that came true. Working with this amazing human being, fantastic artist and incredible friend wasn't only a pleasure, but being inspired by his own talent and hard work for illustration and storytelling, it was also very enriching artistically.
Thank you buddy for this amazing opportunity ❤️
Follow him here and other social media, also give him some love on his Patreon, and you'll receive back lots of love and very wholesome art ✨
#commissioned art#dnd#ttrpg#comics#Stjerne and Tórarin belong to Ron and Ulvar respectively#the lucky bard draws#renie draws#drawing these cows was a delight I can't even express in words :'')#and Vincent of course#i love this little guy#❤️❤️❤️
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Some spooky DnD characters I did last October to celebrate Halloween
From the top:
Sanguini (vampire paladin)
Remmy ("elf" sorcerer)
Antoine Ghousteau (phantom ranger)
Crowlette (kenku cleric)
Horst (firbolg barbarian)
Skinner (half-orc bard)
#lucky dae#art#drawing#now in color!#oc#halloween#spooky#dnd#fantasy#paladin#ranger#cleric#barbarian#bard#sorcerer#i love them#they're a little 🏳️🌈#especially the ranger#they're also named after Ratatouille characters#artists on tumblr
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This menace of a man has crawled his way into my brain like a tadpole!
Couldn't resist drawing Astarion and my cheeky Bard Tav who constantly attemps to pierce through his heart with annoying sonnets, chaotic kindness and bare neck🎻🎶
This illustration took a little longer than I anticipated, but amidst all the chaos happening in our world right now (I'm looking at you, videogame and entretainment industry) I just feel incredibly lucky to enjoy indulging in something I like for a change.
It has pushed me to study posing, anatomy, and experiment a lot with my style. Mucha’s artstlye and Art Nuveau in general has been a huge influence since the beginning of my art carreer, it feels like a full circle moment to reconnect with my “roots”.
Can’t wait to apply all I’ve been learning lately in another BGD3 fanart piece between freelance and studying!
commissions open!
ig / x / bluesky / twitch
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23 for any combination of geraskefer please? 💖
23. Cold feet warming each other up under the blanket
Geralt is nearly back to camp, holding a werewolf’s severed head in each hand, when Jaskier’s shriek cuts through the stillness of the night. Dropping the heads to the ground, Geralt starts to draw his sword, only pausing when Jaskier shrieks again and he notices that the sound is entirely lacking in fear.
“How are your feet so fucking cold?” the bard whines. “Ye gods, is your icy heart spreading to other parts of your body now?”
There’s only one person who brings out such dramatics in Jaskier. Jaskier was alone at camp when Geralt left to hunt the werewolves, but Yennefer must have portaled in to join him at some point. Too pleased to be truly annoyed by the shrieking—though he can't count how many times he's told Jaskier not to start screaming unless there's actual danger—Geralt retrieves the dropped heads.
“Yes, that’s exactly it.” Yennefer’s voice is quieter, but still audible to Geralt’s witcher hearing. “It has nothing to do with the fact that it’s almost winter.”
“Stop pressing them against me!”
“You’re warm.”
“Yes, and I’d like to stay that way, thank you. Is this your plan to finally do me in? Will Geralt return to find me blue-lipped and silent, frozen to a block of ice?”
“He should be so lucky.”
With a snort, Geralt resumes his trudge towards camp.
“I offer you the warmth of my body,” Jaskier says with the gravity of Lebioda facing his final martyrdom. “And in return, I’m treated like… ack, Yennefer, are you well? I don’t think feet are supposed to get that cold.”
“And I don’t think anyone is supposed to get so annoying, and yet here you are.”
“It’s an art that I take—Yennefer, your hands are worse! How are your hands worse? What sorcery is this?”
“I don’t know what you’re whining about.” Yennefer sounds smug. “I’m comfortable.”
“Dreadful, horrible, blood-sucking…”
Geralt clears the trees and finds the two of them curled together on Geralt and Jaskier’s pushed-together bedrolls, cocooned in enough blankets to keep a small village warm, even though the night is mild for being past Saovine. Despite his protests, Jaskier has Yennefer wrapped up in his arms, doing little to hide how pleased he is. From the musky scent in the air, they’ve been busy while Geralt was gone.
“Geralt!” Jaskier looks up at Geralt with beseeching eyes. “Oh, thank the gods, my savior. Yennefer is freezing me to death with her horrid paws. I’m seconds from expiring of hypothermia.”
“Hm. From the way you were shrieking, I thought another werewolf got you.”
“At least werewolves are warm and fuzzy.”
“You’re fuzzy enough for both of us, bardling,” Yennefer grumbles.
“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
Geralt pats Roach’s neck—she, at least, is being quiet and well-behaved—and starts shucking off his armor. “Now you know how I feel all the times you decide to use me to warm your hands and feet, bard.”
Jaskier gasps. “But you have witcher body heat! Surely, you aren’t selfish enough to keep it to yourself.”
“I’ve been letting you use my body heat for twenty years, Jaskier. Doesn’t mean having your cold fucking feet against my legs feels good.”
Yennefer guffaws. “So you have cold feet and you snore, bardling. What a prize you are.”
“I do not snore!”
“You do,” Geralt and Yennefer say at the same time. To Yennefer, Geralt adds, “First time I shared a bedroll with him, I thought a grave hag had slipped into bed with me during the night when I woke up and felt his feet against my shins.”
“I can see how you could make that mistake,” she says.
Jaskier yowls in protest, wiggling away from her the best he can while wrapped from chin to toes in blankets. “Unhand me, you cold-hearted harpy! You can’t slander me and then use my body to warm the icy depths of your soul, you fiend.”
Shaking his head, Geralt slides onto the bedroll behind Jaskier, slipping under the blankets and putting his arm around Jaskier and Yennefer’s waists, pulling Jaskier flush against him. Jaskier gives a token grumble of protest, then melts back into him.
“Thank the gods,” Jaskier breathes. “Geralt, your witcher warmth saves the day again. Now I may not freeze to death during the night.”
“I’m going to portal you to an iceberg somewhere,” Yennefer says.
“I don’t think I’d notice the difference.”
“You both have fucking cold feet,” Geralt says. “Now go to sleep.”
He’s unsurprised to find four icy feet pressed against his shins and thighs.
“Hers are colder, right, Geralt?” Jaskier asks in a stage whisper.
“Maybe,” Geralt grumbles. “But she doesn’t snore.”
He drifts off to sleep to the familiar sound of Yennefer laughing while their bard squawks in outrage.
Twenty-four touches prompts
Tag list: @kueble @mollymawkwrites @feral-jaskier @geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde @dawnofbards @thisislisa @tsukiwolf42 @mosaicscale @rockysstupidity @fontegagrilledcheese @kuripon @help-i-need-a-cool-username @julek @flowercrown-bard @eveljerome
#the witcher#geraskefer#geralt x jaskier x yennefer#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#jaskier#ghost's writing#prompt fills
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so hypothetically
if I was drawing a bunch of the gang as DnD characters
Frenchie is obviously the happy-go-lucky (but watchful and wary, quietly traumatised) bard who gets on Izzy's nerves at first but eventually they smooch <3 High charisma, low strength & constitution.
Izzy is obviously the hardened fighter hired to guard this crew of non-combat optimised imbeciles. Gruff, caring, rude as fuck. Charisma is his dump stat.
Ed is the warlock who made a contract with The Kraken that's slowly tearing him apart. Izzy tries to help him but accidentally makes things WAY WORSE and bears the brunt of the Kraken's brutality (though Frenchie tries to protect him and this is what brings them together >:3c)
Jim is a Bloodhunter assassin
Lucius is another bard sdlkhgsklfjgsdgf
what the FUCK is Stede???
Any other character DnD concepts are more than welcome!
#izzy hands#ed teach#blackbeard#ofmd frenchie#stede bonnet#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd izzy#ofmd jim#jim jiminez#lucius spriggs#teehee
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I can't believe I haven't talked about this before, but augh, I've been rotating stuff about the Beast at Ichor Mountain and Audrey in the brain -- namely how I think you can draw some interesting parallels between the King of Hearts and Audrey.
Firstly, to get it out of the way, the nomenclature Audrey Redheart. Who is the beast at Ichor Mountain? The names clearly link our two suspects, and I think it's interesting that Audrey is one of notably few characters to actually have a given surname, in this game. Miriam doesn't. The Bard doesn't. Heck, none of Hala's family do, because they don't need a surname to remind you they're all related. (Iirc, Audrey may actually be the only Wandersong character with a surname!) So why Audrey?
Why Audrey, the character who gets referred to by her epithet, the Hero, more than her name anyway?
Because it's important, of course. For one, it gives Audrey a stronger sense of identity, specifically of the identity Audrey worries people won't care about her for. Audrey tells us her own surname, clearly indicating that she thinks important you know exactly who she is. But also, and more importantly for what I want to talk about, what it means.
It identifies red as Audrey's colour, suggesting a sense of strength. And I don't specifically mean physically -- rather, because it's paired with "heart", I'd interpret it to be implying strong emotions which, yeah, tracks. Audrey is angry throughout the game just as much as she's smug or entitled. I think it's even that anger that defines her more, because the haughty attitude is an act to play up being the Hero, whereas her anger at the Bard and Miriam for interfering comes from a very genuine place of fear.
Contrast this to the King of Hearts, who's established to be represented by pink, along with a lot of the rest of Ichor Mountain. Or, namely, the outside of Ichor Mountain and the core. At the heart of the mountain is the Overseer's palace, pink like him. And he was initially kind, the kind of happy-go-lucky guy we see the Heart Fairy to be, presumably. A very different kind of strong emotion. So he's the heart of the mountain. Okay, then he must be the "Beast at Ichor Mountain", right?
I think the phrasing of this act's name is interesting. It's not the Beast of Ichor Mountain, or the Beast on Ichor Mountain, but the Beast at Ichor Mountain. It's incidental. The beast isn't necessarily a native; they're just there, the beast who's found themself haunting the mountain named after the blood of the gods.
So I'll ask again. Who is the Beast at Ichor Mountain?
Well, it's Audrey. The King of Hearts is scary. He chases you down, fights against you, snarls at you, and enacts horror movie tropes on you, but we know what he's supposed to be like because we meet the Heart Fairy -- the next Overseer of Hearts. And we see this in the King of Hearts when the Bard sings to him, and it works, somehow it works, to start calming him down. The Bard, ever the bleeding heart, does what they do best, and offers the King of Hearts their heart and soul in the form of a song, and it works!
Until Audrey cuts him down. Audrey, who's decided to devote herself to a mission that has to go against what her heart says, because we know her motivation for ending the world, and it's not because she believes in the cause, cuts down the King of Hearts in the middle of a mutual display of unconditional love and compassion. Audrey, who sat there at the heart of mountain finally confessing that she's being Eya's champion to end the world and finally escape being Audrey Redheart, a nobody, and promised right there to give compassion a chance and face her struggles rather than clinging to more than just a self-sabotaging, but a world-ending lifeline, kills the King of Hearts.
Audrey only allows herself to be vulnerable without her sword. She needs it to feel important and powerful, and only allows herself to feel things about her mission, and process things about herself, when she can't just go slicing through hoards of monsters to earn some surface-level adoration and praise from people she never stops to make an actual connection with. So when she gets it back... She can't return to being Audrey Redheart, someone who maybe could have fitted in on Ichor Mountain had she listened to the Bard and continued to follow their example. She has to be the Hero, even if that's the hero who becomes the beast at the mountain.
And because this is Wandersong, let's do a little musical analysis.
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04:46-05:10, specifically. Why? This is the mash-up of the Heart and Hero motifs. Overpoweringly, we can hear the Hero motif blaring on guitars in the foreground, but also the sure and steady Heart motif from the Heart Fairy's theme in the background. The Hero motif is stronger because Audrey is clinging to it, absolutely, but also because two people are using it. And they always have been.
The Hero motif is first used in the prologue to be just that, a theme for the Hero. But then the Bard reclaims it in Chapter 2 for "I wanna be the Hero", and also "I'm going with you". These are the times the player is going to first notice it, because it's shown to them so clearly! It's only associated with the Hero, and Audrey, again later on, because it's a concept, not a person. It's a concept any character can cling to, and unlike the Bard, it's Audrey's whole identity. It becomes her motif by force.
So in this piece where it's used, it's Audrey, or more accurately, the Hero, vs the King of Hearts. And the music already shows us who will win. We've discussed which motif is played stronger.
So who is the Beast at Ichor Mountain? She's the one who takes her sword in hand and tries to slice her way through the heart of Ichor Mountain.
#Wandersong#Wandersong spoilers#audrey redheart#wandersong audrey#audrey wandersong#king of hearts wandersong#Whiskers rambles#Long post#Analysis
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Title: It Scratches At The Inside.
CW: Small talk about undermining an authoritative government. One super tiny mention of stimming. WC: 3.9K
This occurs before One Step back Two To Steps to The Right and some time after Second Male Lead, Enter! Bard!reader Masterlist
The guard had a stoic face but was obviously trying not to smile while you were there. You caught him failing a few times though, and you catch the mirth in his eyes when he opens up your jail cell and nods his head out.
"Your bail has been paid for. You're good to go bard."
"Alas my new friends! Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I must take my merry elsewhere." The rest of the people in your little cell groan, but also cheer you off, and you grin as you step out, give them a little bow.
You're allowed to collect your bag and your coat, and your lyre, and smile at the people there. No hard feelings, after all, you saw them smiling too when you were singing. You're no Barbatos but your voice is lovely.
"You're here much too often, you hear me?" The guard says, shuffling through his ring of keys.
"There's too many rules here to break sir. I'm honestly still trying to remember half of them." You chuckle as he gives you an eye.
"Well, that's the Monstadt in ya. Rulebreaker ya are. But I don't wanna see you back here for another three weeks at least, you hear me?" The door opens and you fly through before it's even halfway open. Kaveh is waiting for you.
"I'd be lucky to make it to two sir, but I'll try!" You think you hear him laugh before you turn the corner to the front desk, and Kaveh is not, in fact, actually waiting for you.
It's another man, dove gray hair with some teal undertones, tri-colored eyes and a bored, expectant look on his face when he turns to you. He looks haughty. And rich.
"Ah, there you are. Kaveh's little muse." With that, you know exactly who he is.
"Oh, you're his roommate, I presume?" You sweep into an elegant bow, and bow your head.
"And the one who bailed me out. Thank you very much. Though I assume you're here for a reason. Kaveh usually comes for me in these situations."
"Yes, nuisance that you are, but he was busy. Instead of having him panic over completing his work or getting to you, I decided to get you myself. Come now," he turns away, and starts walking out the building.
"There's better places we could be talking." Well, you're curious, and you currently have nowhere important to be. So, you follow him.
He walks briskly, and his super long legs pull him up ahead while you have to jog to keep up.
He just keeps walking, on and on. He doesn't make any conversation, and you're wondering whether this is really worth it, (why do you keep letting yourself be pulled off to suspicious places by handsome men) when he stops abruptly.
An alleyway, of course. Darkened and dampened with silence. You guess this will do.
Your hands fall to your knees, and you catch your breath. You're creaky from sitting in a cell for a couple days.
"Phew. Okay, what do you want from me?"
"Who says I want anything from you?"
"Please don't act like I'm dumb," you sigh, drawing yourself fully erect.
"There's a reason you bailed me out and brought me here, and you don't look the type to just do favors for people." A snap of your fingers.
"So, I'd prefer it if you'd just spit it out."
"Hm. You're right. I do want something from you. But I'm curious."
"About?"
"You." You roll your eyes the second that leaves his mouth.
"Why, is it because of all the drama with the Sages and the General? It's really not that interesting."
"Half of Sumeru can contest to that."
"It's really not anything special. Just annoying really."
"As the Grand Scribe I don't have to attend every meeting," He derails the conversation, your cheek would sting from the whiplash.
"And my input is not received very well. I am meant to record, analyze and store information for the convenience of others."
"Okay…. Sounds tedious."
"It is. But it has its uses too." He leans closer.
"Because I'm allowed to sort the information, I'm also able to conduct my own personal research. But there are some things I can't find in the Akademia.
"That's where you will come in."
"Me? How?" And why? Does he automatically assume that you're just going to do his bidding? The arrogance.
"You're banned from multiple establishments and restaurants. Bars and taverns and a few official buildings. So when you work it's usually odd jobs like delivering goods or watching cargo, helping the sailors at Port Ormos. And it's usually later at night when the general public has gone to bed."
"...Have you been stalking me or something?" Now it's his turn to roll his eyes.
"Kaveh will talk the ear off of anything if he has something he's passionate about. He seems particularly interested in you and your…uniqueness."
"I am pretty amazing," you acquiesce, nodding along. "And Kaveh has lots of ideas he likes to bounce off of me. He wants to incorporate Monstadt architecture into some of his next projects soon."
"We'll see how well recieved that is." Before you could call him out on his mutterings a sharp sigh leaves his nose.
"You're deliberately getting us off track."
"Well. It seems like you're building up to a proposal and I'm not here for it. Just tell me what you want instead of the creepy ways you've been keeping note of me."
"Everyone knows what you've been up to. You're practically a celebrity."
"Whoop-de-do. What do you want."
"Whenever you make a fuss Sumeru tunes in, starved for entertainment as they are. The sages are incensed and General Mahamatra is distracted. I need you to keep doing that, but doing it consciously now."
"...Okay? That's it?" Just keep being your troublesome self?
"With the late jobs you pull you're also privy to gossip. Which could lead to good intel if you follow the right gossip. I'm too noticeable. Much more than you are. My proposal is that you continue as you are. Distract the Akademiya, distract Sumeru. Collect intel and deliver it to me when I ask."
You huff and plop yourself down on a crate, crossing a leg over your knee.
"If I do that though, it would put me under more suspicion. My crimes have been elevated from a Violation to a Class B Misdemeanor. I don't have the luxury to do any of that even if I truly wanted to." You shrug.
"I get that you just bailed me out so I could maybe do a job for you, but I'm not risking falling under the Sages hands for…." Yeah, wait, he didn't offer anything. "Yeah, for what?"
"I'll bail you out if you get caught, but only if it's by the local precinct. Any higher jurisdiction I'll also become a suspect. Any funds you need I'd also be willing to provide."
"...You just have money to spend, don't you?"
"Consider it charity." He looks you up and down and that bastard. Yeah, your clothes look wrinkled and a little threadbare, but that's a part of your charm. The ruffian bard, so to speak.
Even if pebbles keep getting inside the hole in your boot. You hadn't been able to fix it yet.
"Okay, you pay me and bail me out for gathering intel wherever you need me to, and distracting Sumeru too, that's the deal? So everything I've already been doing." You shrug.
"I assume you have no demands?"
"Hm. I want to discuss the intel I gather at your place."
"Absolutely not." He shoots you down immediately, but you're not discouraged.
"Why not?! Kaveh always tells me about your horrible art decor and I wanna see how bad it really is." You kick your feet, but he still shakes his head.
"It's like you're trying to garner attention."
"I've been on the downlow lately, no ones going around looking for me. The General should also still be on an excursion for the better half of this week, so I'm led to believe." You snort.
"But I don't. These things take weeks but he's been running himself ragged lately. He'll probably be back in a day or two."
"We'll see if that holds weight. I don't suppose you know anything about the General's recent work ethic though, do you?"
"Constantly annoyed by my continued tomfoolery, I suppose. Anyways!" You snap up to your tip toes and grin.
"How about a down payment? I got plenty of info already, so why not?"
"I'll pay you after I get the intel."
"You seem like the type of guy to scam a person and do it smooth too. Payment first."
"I'm not giving you mora so you can run off like a little imp."
"Don't call me an imp again. I guess it's a good thing then that I don't want your money!" You put your hands in your pockets and rock back in your heels with your fake cheer. He raises an eyebrow.
"You obviously need it."
"Well duh, of course I do. But I prefer to work for my own." If there's one thing your parents taught you, it's that money honestly isn't worth a thing unless you earn it honestly.
And none of this seems honest or even good, actually. You make such bad judgements calls. At least you have a conscience.
"I'm sure you have a plethora of hidden funds you're just waiting to drain that won't show on your bank records, but I'm not taking it. I can manage." He looks disbelieving, and you're sure he thinks you're joking, or that you'll change your mind soon. Tempting as that offer was, you're not taking it, its way too sketchy. He just looks like hes yo to something, which, technically he is. But your parents taught you better!
"So what do you want then?"
"Hm…" you put a hand to your chin like you don't already know.
"A place to crash once or twice a week. That's all. Paying rent to an inn is getting expensive, and the beds arent even good." For emphasis you stretch your arms above your head, cracking a few joints.
"...Let me guess. Specifically at–"
"Specifically at your place, yeah." Yeah, you really wanna see this place. Youre going to. Kaveh has been so adamant about you never meeting his roommate or going to their shared space, and you're already working on breaking his second wish.
"Tell me, does the General or the sages believe I'd be hiding at the house of one of their officials? No. Even if they end up suspecting you they won't suspect our correlation."
"There's actually a chance they might," he counters. "With the fact that you're acquainted with my roommate."
"And not many people know you two are roommates. We just need to make sure that Kaveh doesn't figure out our relationship."
If he figured out this meeting happened he would yell and holler up to Celestia. Everyone under the sun would know, so you can't let him know. Absolutely not.
"You two have a sorta strange relationship so I'm sure that you didn't tell him that you were gonna bail me out. I'll tell him it was an anonymous person who bailed me out, perhaps a secret admirer." You flutter your lashes, but he seems unresponsive. What a statue.
"And when could we arrange this?"
"How about when I'm giving you my intel? It would be pretty late at night you know so people won't see me sneaking in through the back door or something. And if they do they'll just think I'm your lover or sonething."
He seems to think for a moment, and, really, wow, you've never seen eyes like his before. You've seen people with two different colored eyes, but no one with three colors per eye. It's really pretty actually.
Finally he nods, begrudgingly.
"Fine. It's a deal. Doesn't cost much on my end anyways."
"Well this is invaluable to me, so thank you!" the fake cheer in your voice doesn't go unnoticed, and he reaches a handout for a handshake. You take it (Holy Celestia his hand is huge what the fuck? His fingers way go past your wrist) and shake it firmly. You were a knight, you're sure you have a good handshake, but you suspect that's not the reason why he looks at his hand when you pull away. Bitch.
"Is there anything you'd like to know right now?" You ask, professional mode.
"Have you heard anything about the knowledge capsules?"
"The illegal production of them or the ones being stolen and sold from the Akademiya?" You're pretty sure you see his eyes light up something, not sinister, but calculating. You smile, bold, and gesture towards the alleyway.
"Lead the way Grand Scribe. I'll talk along the way."
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"It's funny how you impose a no overnight guest rule but lift it for me."
"Kaveh's guests are usually just as drunk and rowdy as he is. So that rule only applies to him."
"And I'm never not drunk or rowdy?"
"You are, just not as often. And you have more tact. I make the rules here anyways, so I decide when and when not to impose them."
"Some people would call you a hypocrite."
"I don't care." You chuckle, and go back to toweling your hair.
Ready access to a shower is something you'll never take for granted again. Communal showers and baths got the job done, but leisurely soaking under the water was such a wondrous feeling you had nearly forgotten. One thing that you missed from inazuma- their baths and saunas, pure heaven.
Amazing smelling soaps and shampoos and lotions was another, things too tedious to carry around while traveling. Now your hair has gotten less frazzled and your skin has never been better in the handful of weeks Al Haitham has 'employed' you.
You had raised an eyebrow at Al Haitham, when you noticed all the new bottles after the first few times you crashed at his place, late at night, right after delivering intel.
"...Why don't you let me use the guest room and bathroom?"
"I'm not having you leave any evidence behind. That's why you've been using mine."
"I get that…but um. What is all of this?" You gesture at the bottles. They're all scents he would never use; vanilla, lavender, cinnamon, jasmine and saffron musk and the like. Soaps that smell like fruits and creamy lotions and sweet body scrubs.
He stood quiet for a few minutes, but answered you.
"....I unfortunately have a conscience, so if you won't accept money I have to imburse you some other way." He didn't even look up from the papers he was looking over, this convo a distraction.
"They seemed like things you would enjoy. So the toiletries are for you. Use them." And he waved a hand at you, dismissive.
You didn't know how to respond, so you just grinned and took an extra long bath.
Now, you delight in how soft and clean you are, and tottle over to where Al haitham sits on the couch, book in hand. You plop down next to him.
"Whaddya reading?"
"Something light."
"Yeah, whaddya reading?"
"The Cultural and Generational study of Linguistics as a philosophy as Opposed to a Social Mechanic. Just some light reading."
"Oh yeah, you Haravat peeps are big into languages and stuff. Do you know how to speak any other languages?"
"The Sage for Haravat has to be fluent in at least twenty languages to qualify."
"Archons be damned. What about you?"
"I can speak some." You tap his arm to try and get him a bit more into the conversation.
"Okay, then indulge me! Say something in another language."
"Eres molesto." You frown, and answer back in the same tongue.
"Cabron"
"Perra."
"Burra."
"Tonta."
"Pendejo."
"En realidad soy bastante inteligente."
"Sure you are." You sigh.
"I'm not the one who let my studies fall to the wayside to join a group of Knights only to drop out whilst being in a position of power to travel the world as a bard." He says, and yeah, that stung a little. Fucker.
"School just wasn't for me. I learn better with hands-on experience, going at my own pace."
"That's what all the dropouts say."
"I kept up my education in other ways, alright?! I've traveled and seen more than you ever have."
"That's true. You have seen and experienced things I have yet to." He says. He doesn't add anything, and the room falls back into silence.
You can hear the crickets outside. Soon, you'll be able to hear the odd owl or two, hooting away at the night. A half muffled conversation you hear, whispers from the open window.
"But, I'm still smarter than you." Silence and peace, broken. You grab one of the couch pillows and try to smack him. He stops it with a hand though.
"Oh shut up! You act like that makes you so much better than me."
"Who's the one with the most mora between us?"
"Mora isn't worth a damn thing except the value people put on it."
"Which is quite a lot, so my question still stands." You huff and snatch back the pillow, clutching it to your chest.
"Don't you get tired of the nomad life?" He asks you suddenly, seriously.
"Wouldn't you like to actually settle down somewhere, have some stability?"
"Well, with my record it probably won't be in Sumeru." You laugh, trying to make light of the way Al haitham is looking at you, the way he looked away from his book the first time that night.
"But I have no plans for anything right now. That might seem aimless but I find it freeing. I could go anywhere, I could do nearly anything. The only thing I have to follow is my own compass and everything else will align."
"That sounds like you expect the world to just adhere to you and follow your whims."
"Of course I don't expect that. But fortune favors the bold, and I'm tired of being meek. I fell into conformity and enjoyed the monotone nature of it all before, because I was scared of change." You stare off into space, lost in your thoughts of what was.
"I had to put myself out there to know this, but I'd rather be scared of what's coming rather than what could be, you know? It's easy to get dragged into a lifestyle and think that it's the best you can get, but I crave a thrill. I'm young, so I'm going to be a little crazy, a little reckless. It's the right of youth after all."
"Hm." That's his only reply. You don't look up from where you're holding the pillow, staring down at your feet, still kinda wrinkly from soaking for too long.
"That mindset was for when we were teenagers. That doesn't apply as you get older."
"Says who? Society? As long as I'm able to, and as long as I want to, I'm to travel and sing and dance. It makes me feel good. I feel alive. Even if I'm condemned for it I won't stop."
"Really? If you keep annoying the Sages they might just have to double down on you," he says, like discussing the weather.
"And the General Mahamtra Cyno. For some reason you're able to hold him at bay, but for how long? Will you continue, should they get more aggressive?"
"Of course. I have to."
"You have to?"
"Yeah. Even if I can't do it here, I'll find some place where I can." You nod, somber.
"I have to. It's like….it's just inside of me and I have to let it out."
"Like stimming?"
"Almost! But…more. Just more. It just demands to be heard," you poke at your collarbone, lost in contemplation.
"It just…scratches at the inside of me."
"....Well, that's the Monstadt in you." He sighs again, exasperated, and you're sure he is, but you're sure he's starting to get used to your company too.
You kinda just…spilled your guts a little, didn't you? How embarrassing. But when you look up, Al haitham has his eyes on his book again.
"How about you go to sleep already? You have a job tomorrow."
"Well, the couch I've been allowed to occupy has been taken over already so I'm afraid not."
"I caught you sleeping standing up once, I'm sure half a couch can suffice."
"No, get off."
"No. My couch. My room."
"That you let me sleep in. Turn off the light, too."
"No. I'm reading. I'm not going to do either."
"Well fine then!" And just like that you plop your head into his lap.
He moves his book out the way and blinks down at you, actually looking a little astonished.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" You snort.
"Oh wow, you cursed. Oh uh, I'm going to sleep?"
"With your head in my lap?"
"Yeah, do you work out by any chance? Of course you do look at your biceps, but this," you tap his thigh. "Is not a very comfy pillow. You're not very soft."
"Then get off." You shut your eyes and immediately pretend to be sleeping already, even if you can't help the twitching at the corner of your mouth.
"What was that? I'm sleeptalking and can't hear you over the fact that I'm very deep in my REM cycle now." You fake snore just to sell it and you swear you could feel him roll his eyes.
But he doesn't move you, and you're actually dog tired, and soon, you're fast asleep.
******
His leg goes numb in half an hour, but he still doesn't yet move.
You're really snoring now, and he's sure there'd be droll if you had laid your head to the side. But your mouth is slightly parted, and even breaths leave your nose. You really fell asleep in his lap.
And for some reason he let you.
You're touchy, and nosy, but useful. You keep eyes off him when he needs to gather intel on his own, whatever you can't get him. You don't ask for much and do your community time when you're caught and sentenced. You enjoy it actually. Giving back and whatnot.
Kaveh continually gushes on about you, but should he offer the slightest bit of interest he suddenly turns snarky and possessive. Like a desert fox not wanting to share, he says that he wouldn't want to poison you with his everything.
He has to laugh a little. If only he knew.
Perhaps he could help you out. He's really cheating you with how much intel you bring in, and while he normally wouldn't feel anything, something about you pokes at his conscience.
He's sure he could help you acquire some sort of position that would allow you to continue your...hobbies. Probably at the Zubayr theater. And what about your vision?
You've been trying to hide it but he's caught a glimpse of its fiery red hue a couple of times. It would serve you well, whether gathering intel or defending yourself from troublemakers. You've had a couple scruffles and loose calls that could be avoided.
The only problem is the fact you need a high ranking signature. And you can't ask, no one would be willing to sign for you.
Except for him, perhaps. But were you worth the suspicion?
You'd undoubtedly be able to do more with your vision. You'd be much more useful. If he gets you a position at the theater you'd be more willing to do work for him. It would reap him many rewards. He should start treating you more like a business partner than an employee. Then it's decided.
He'd also have you start taking your payment already. Multiple small withdrawals from the bank would look less suspicious then one large one, and he's tired of you forcing yourself to some strict moral code. Baths and a place to crash are basic rights, not payment. If you're working for him you'll get payed, end of chapter.
Speaking of chapters, he'll move once he finishes this one. Once you were asleep you wouldn't wake until your body was sufficiently rested, a horrible quirk of yours, so he could move without you stirring.
He'd let you stay where you are for a bit longer.
Translation Notes:
Eres molesto: You're annoying.
Cabron: Bastard
Perra: Bitch
Berra: Donkey/ Jackass
Tonta: Ditzy
Pendejo: Stupid/Dumbass
En realidad soy bastante intelligente: In reality im quite intelligent/ I'm actually quite intelligent. (He's being snarky/joking here.)
Taglist: @jjkclub @jaguarthecat @swivy123 @seajellyx @ash-in-lavender
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The WIP Questionaire
Thanks so so much from @verba-writing for the tag! I had such a fun time reading your answers too and I'm very excited for paranormal romance 😍
I feel like I wanna flag that a lot of my answers are very anime/gaming-sphere oriented and I hope I'm not totally alienating my mutuals by revealing just HOW MUCH I'm not a book person lololol But this is with what we're working:
The Questions are:
1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?
The very first thing I made was the high premise: It was synthesized from the Overly Sarcastic Productions question "What if all the Kings Under the Mountain came back...?" and then I added the context "...in a Nuclear Crisis to discuss piece?" And in my head, it was this HBO-style modern fantasy Game of Thrones meets West Wing type deal. But then... I didn't want to write the modern piece. (The modern piece should be written by people in countries from all over Europe about what it means to be a hero in various cultures.)
So I set it in 1800s fantasy world instead!
2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?
The first arc would be Dance in the Game by Zaq
The second arc would be Lacrimosa by Kalafina
The Gods' Arc would be Paper Boquet by Mili
3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?
Is it to cliché to be like "my current self-insert protagonist is my favorite character I've ever made"? Her and my antagonist are just THE BEST and I love them.
4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?
Mmm, I think Untitled Yssaia Game's story would appeal to queer Game of Thrones fans who could FEEL the straightness in GoT, especially if they also like anime. I would hope I could get general anime fans as well as Arcane and Genshin Impact fans, but I feel like those are too mainstream and Yssaia is not. Realistically, I think I'm gonna get the Wadanohara people and the Ib people and, if I get really lucky, the To the Moon people.
5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?
Marketing lol -- explaining what it is to people in a way that they realize they want it.
6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!
Fuafua 🥺🥺🥺
Look at her! She is a six-legged, six-eyed slug cat called a Maret. Marets fill the same role as ocelots in Yssaia, except they're more semi-aquatic like otters and their skin has a stressball-like texture.
7. How do your characters get around? (ex: trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)
They walk or ride Rumateurs (which are alpaca-like beings with ossicones) or take ships or airships or trains. I don't like writing about travel that much though so it is a background element.
8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?
I am pre-editing the first arc for my alpha readers and the third arc has another 50k to 100k words to draft. We're at like 250k words total right now and it is so unwieldy 😭😭😭
9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?
Oh, I have a convenient graphic for this. Hang on...
10. What are your hopes for your wip?
I was just diatribing about this earlier but the DREAM is to turn it into an RPGmaker adventure game and have it go viral and make a million bucks off it. I'd love to be the next Undertale but it'll never happen because I am not positioned to be the next Undertale, you know?
So yeah, that's what's what! Thanks again for the ask! This was so fun! I'm gonna pass this to @maiemorrae, @moonfeatherblue, @zebee-nyx, @winterandwords, @modernwritercraft, @words-after-midnight, @spideronthesun, @theprissythumbelina, @thepanplate, @thetruearchmagos, @maskedemerald, @moondust-bard, @pluttskutt and @emelkae 😍😍😍 I actually internalized Verba's WIP so well from this tag and I wanna make sure I'm updated on what all you cool people are working on! Open tag to any of my other moots too! 🥳
IMPORTANTTTTT⚠️
I will edit this to have a blank easily copy-and-pasteable question section when I get back to my computer. If I forget, @ me!
#writeblr#wip questionnaire#writing#indie game dev#interactive fiction#indie gaming#fantasy writing#dark fantasy#game dev#game writing#gamedev#yssaia#amaiguri
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Show your most recent wip
Taking some liberties with this one. I actually started on this a year ago, but due to circumstances (our house burning down the same day lol) I never finished it, so. would like to get back to it. I was really lucky in that I had taken a screenshot on the day so I could kinda restore the lineart that way.
5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?
See above 😂 no but really, there's a ton of stuff on my to-do list, especially set pieces and background practice with my OCs. That and a ton of fanart that lives in my brain constantly. Would love to draw my Baldur's Gate 3 bard some more, but also maybe some Horizon, some more Hi-Fi Rush, some more Cyberpunk. Just, too much stuff tbh.
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OC Mannerisms
Doing @the-raging-tempest’s OC mannerisms meme for Siavash! Thanks Dolly, great idea 💕 Template here
Art by @iwoszareba for that look
- NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES >> Taldane, basic Kelish, a little Elven
- TONE OF VOICE >> average / tenor
- ACCENT >> Andoren
At first when I created him I heard a slight BBC English accent in my head, but now it tends more toward a mild, West Coast-type American accent with softer “r” sounds. In international schools where I live there’s this universal international school kid accent you could easily mistake for American – that’s the one.
(Andoren has a revolutionary war US vibe but its geography is like Provence, and Almas in particular is highly cosmopolitan, so this feels fitting.)
- DEMEANOR >> confident, friendly and approachable
- POSTURE >> relaxed
HABITS
Touchy-feely – puts a hand on your arm or leans his shoulder against yours while you talk. (He’s good at picking up signals so he won’t do that to people who are uncomfortable with it.)
Lots of eye contact. He’s searching for what’s good in your soul. And has the confidence to meet your gaze and draw you in.
COMPLEXITY (Fill in the circles as you wish)
- VOCABULARY >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪️
Siavash was a C student but he has a degree in International Relations and is a trained diplomat.
- EMOTION >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️
Sia is very emotive but also capable of disguising it when he wants to. Paradoxically part of his high cha score is his sincerity, and the other part is his willingness to manipulate people.
Siavash raised an eyebrow. There was that conspiratorial gleam again. “I wouldn’t call it that. I don’t manipulate people. I just get them to reconsider what’s in their best interest.”
“Ha! Just like me. I don’t steal; I just encourage people to help all the poor, helpless tieflings of the world. Starting with me.”
- SENTENCE STRUCTURE >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪
Again he’s educated enough to have good grammar and to employ it when making heroic speeches or writing letters, but his relaxed style of speaking is very informal.
Woljif asks him what he does with his money:
“Spend it,” Siavash said with a carefree smile. “Wine, good food, nice clothes, new guitar strings. More oranges, if I’m lucky. Don’t need much more than that and the wind at my back.”
PROFANITY
- FREQUENCY >> ⚪️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Not often but when he says it he means it.
Woljif laughed softly. “I think we’re compatible, chief.”
“Compatible? We’re fucking amazing together.”
- CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity) >> ⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚪️
Here’s where my own limitations are the problem. He’s my funny creative character. He works in the funny creative factory.
BOLD THAT APPLY
arse / ass / asshole / bastard / bitch / bloody / bugger / bollocks / chicken shit / crap / cunt / dick / frick / fuck / horseshit / motherfucker / piss / prick / pussy / screw / shit / shitass / son of a bitch / twat / wanker
THIS OR THAT
straightforward or cryptic?
finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind?
masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?
formalities or with abrasiveness?
praise or equivocation? Yes
frankness or flattery? Yes
excessive or minimal hand gestures? Handsy
name-calling or magnanimity?
friendly or blunt
IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
- DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER?
Never – as a bard Siavash can modulate his voice effectively.
- DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?
Frequently; he's a good communicator
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?
Almost always
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?
Rarely
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE?
Yes - he does have pretty good grammar and can pass it off naturally
- YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?
but / though / although / however / perhaps / maybe
- HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS?
He doesn’t / gets distracted by something else
- WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?
Middle
- IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?
A friendly, inviting tone; smooth with people even if he has something unpleasant to communicate; infectious laugh
ANYTHING ELSE THAT WASN’T TOUCHED ON?
Siavash is a Persian name meaning “he who rides a dark horse.” There’s a Prince Siavash in the Shahnameh.
The pronunciation is more like two syllables than three: sya-vash, not see-ah-vash. Accent on both syllables. Thus the short form Sia is one syllable: sya.
(In the real Persian pronunciation it’s see-ah-VASH but the ee-ah sounds kind of bleed together to sound like one syllable.)
Tagging no pressure @dmagedgoods, @arendaes, @undyingembers, @silversiren1101, @spyridonya
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"You've never let me down, girl"
Alert for sad cowboy™ on your timeline.
This game is a masterpiece.
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Rising Star
Sorry for the double posting, had to correct the poll and a few errors. Where are they going to find next?
4. River
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They heard and smelt it long before the trees parted enough for them to be able to see it, but there it was: a river swollen with the recent rains. While it was wide and looked lazy, neither of them wanted to risk fording it. Letting the horse, Edmund, drink from the river the pair looked back and forth along its length and decided that they’d go with the flow. While there was quite a bit of beach surrounding the flooded river, they chose to stay closer to the woods because the cart would likely bog down in the sandy beach.
Being able to see more of the sky above them, and the light that it brought certainly made it easier to see the near endless gray above them.
Well it couldn’t all be sunshine and roses could it? Star would not be here if it was able to be that lucky. No, she’d be in her room studying for the next exam.
Looking at the fallen logs that edges the forest, she pondered the possibility that they could craft a raft, however that idea was dashed as she realized that she didn’t have any idea what she would be doing for that, and likely they would all end up at the bottom of the river.
Driving forward, they would hopefully find a village, city, settlement, heck right now she’d settle for a watermill. Just some sort of sign of civilization that they could use to gain their bearings and figure out where they were.
“The babbling of the river is soothing, isn’t it?” Luna asked, breaking Star’s bitter thoughts, drawing her attention back to the world they were in, and not the one she dreamed of.
Her first thought was worrying about something up river bursting and sending them a new round of doom, however, she hoped that keeping that thought to herself would prevent tempting fate that seemed to be having fun toying with her. Instead, she listened to the river’s sound and smiled as she felt there was a beat and rhythm to it. “Yeah, I’ve never thought of it like that before.”
She supposed she hadn’t thought of it like that before, since she’d never taken the time to do so. All her life she was rushing to study, buried in a book, or just locked in her own world that she shut out the natural one.
She could hear the soft murmuring of the water bubbling past, the occasional splashing of a fish coming after a bug on the surface, and a humming bard composing a song from what would normally be listed as simple noises.
“Windsong’s favor finds you rather strongly, doesn’t it Luna?” Star couldn’t help but tease, knowing the common faith that bards followed.
If Luna was impressed by that bit of trivia, she didn’t show it, beyond a little smile on her lips. “She grants inspiration in all things, but in this I truly believe, there is a song that she sings beyond us. We are but her notes.”
“Well, if she doesn’t mind me being a silent rest for a bit, I’ll give a coin to her next shrine,” the mage offered with a laugh. “Does she sing a song of our future?”
Luna paused and studied her for a moment at that, before looking back towards the path ahead of them. “You know Darling, she just might… she just might. But look, civilization!”
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I don't like this one as much as the others but eh. I like it enough to post.
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You find her one evening at the edge of camp, callused hands strumming her lyre and silently mouthing lyrics to herself. You quietly admire her for a moment.
"Composing a ballad about me, my dear? Do be sure to mention how beautiful I am."
"I'll get right on that. This is just a little something about our adventures."
You scowl. Normally you would despise such a term. Adventures are for heroes. There are no princesses in castles, only vampires trapped in dusty tombs and saved, if they're lucky, by worse monsters. But you know the power of a good story; you've learned that from her. It can dull the sting of fear from what is, at its heart, a madly inglorious struggle for survival at any cost, which includes a lot of corpses left behind.
"You play wonderfully," you say to avoid such dark thoughts. "I never had the knack for music, myself."
Cazador wouldn't have allowed such a thing even if you had. Anything just for yourself, any creative expression or small diversion you could potentially get away with between torments had to be quiet, unlikely to draw his attention.
"That surprises me. You've got the hands for it, and I've been told there's nothing more seductive than a lute player."
She smiles playfully, and you feel something in your chest tighten strangely. She's teasing you.
"Quite right," you reply, sultry, instinctively slipping on the old mask. "I have many other talents, I assure you. Very...skilled hands."
"Mm. I wouldn't mind learning that thing you do with the needles."
You blink, baffled.
"Embroidery?"
"That's the one."
She seems immune to your charms sometimes, which is as irritating as it is oddly liberating. She truly doesn't appear to expect anything of you. She sees you, is beginning to know you, yet for some inexplicable reason still wants you around.
"Come here," she says. "I'll show you a few chords."
A liar plays the lyre, you think, taking the instrument in your hands with care. You had heard music in taverns for years, and at your former master's bloody parties, of course; it's something else entirely to feel the strings vibrate under your fingertips. You're no bard, but you understand exactly how this could be a conduit for arcane power.
She says you're a natural. You only manage a very simple tune before your fingers start to ache, but it's all right. Similar to what you used to feel after finishing some particularly challenging stitches on a garment. It's good pain. Pain you've chosen.
She would've offered this little lesson freely, you think, she is impossible like that--always neglecting to ask for something in return.
You show her the basics of a needle and thread anyway. No one else has ever been interested, not even your siblings as you mended their torn clothes and flesh.
"Hells!" she curses, having pricked her finger with the needle. You smell the blood instantly, and this she offers to you freely as well.
"Such a dreadful tease, aren't you," you say, words soft as silk, her blood on your tongue.
She grins. "You love it."
You do. She never stops surprising you. And it's nice, frighteningly so, whatever it is you're both doing here.
#bg3#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate 3#astarion#astarion romance#bg3 fanfiction#i know nothing about music or needlework of any kind and yet here we are
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Small Talk (OC Tav)
Author's note:
Hey folks! I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to add this little scene into something bigger so it's just a little bite sized jawn based on one of the little conversations the NPCs have when you're running around in early game. I'm just a little too obsessed with my own OCs sorry lol
“Any special someones waiting at home?” Astarion knew when he was barking up the wrong tree, which is why despite looking straight at Shadowheart, he wasn’t really using her as a gauge. If anything her exasperation fueled his real target. He caught their face in his peripheral vision, a soft grin that consciously hid the tiefling fangs underneath. Their hesitation told him enough.
The young elf was more than a little flustered as the party trekked through the bog. “And what about you?” She deflected in the way a young woman with no interest in men desperately shoves off their attention.
“The only woman waiting on word from me would be my mother.” Gale said in an attempt to defuse the tension. The words had drawn Tav’s attention.
“Could be a good thing? A boy your age could use some adventure.” They couldn’t help but tease.
“And what of our bard? Surely there’s at least one waiting to hear from you.” Gale could take a joke, his smile warm and cheerful despite their circumstances.
Tav’s blue fire eyes stayed on the road ahead as the 4 slowed to a stroll to conceive their strength. “Well,” They tilted their head side to side. The group swelled with excitement as they egged Tav on, all curious to draw out the tale. “I used to travel with a Paladin of Lathander. We’d split ways just a few moon before all this… I don’t know if he even knows I’m missing, but I know once he finds out he’ll be worried. Can’t help himself like that.”
“A fearsome ally,” Gale mused. “Could be worth having such a warrior on our side.”
Shadowheart scoffed. “We don’t need another follower of a conflicting god at camp.” She’d feel less strongly about this when it came to Halsin, but a paladin of Lathander was to Shadowheart like recruiting another Githyanki.
“A paladin?” Astarion almost sounded disgusted. “Sounds annoying. I can see why you left.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Tav said with a shake of their head. “We could have kept having adventures, living on the edge of what we should have been and what we wanted, but sooner or later something was going to give.” They seemed lost in the thought of this mystery man. “He’s so… true. Like a fairy tale. Someone like that is too precious to the world for me to ruin.” Tav shrugged. “So he’ll remain my untouchable champion and I will be alone on stage singing his praise.”
“That’s…” Shadowheart’s awe quickly shifted to annoyance. “So twistedly tragic. And you… think that’s romantic?”
Tav flashed Shadowheart a fanged smile, only pulling them to view for a purpose. “A little madness is part of the trade, love.” One eye closed as Tav winked at Shadowheart. Her reaction was much different to Tav. Despite Astarion’s elegance, there was something feminine about Tav that he just didn’t have. Their androgyny tripped Shadowheart up. A man would never make her melt, but Tav wasn’t a man, or perhaps was more than just a man.
They all fell just a little more under Tav’s charm, Astarion could even feel the tug of their charisma on his opinion of them. His eyes narrowed as he watched them focus on Shadowheart now, fully committed to flirting with her until her face was bright red. She could only give half hearted refusals to their words as the ground she tried to stand crumbled from under her with the wash of Tav’s gaze.
This kind of power, the charm to talk their way out of anything… A lot of things were adding up. Astarion had been decided right then and there that he’d seduce Tav, make them his shield from the others. And if he was lucky, maybe even his weapon against Cazidor.
#astarion bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#astarion x tav#fanfiction#astarion#bg3 tav#gale bg3#shadowheart bg3#just a cute little party moment#I do really love Gale tho#unawakened lesbian shadowheart#She'll figure it out#they're all queer#sfw#sfw fanfic#flirting
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val and iphis side 2
inspired by @nightwardenminthara's drabble, thank you again for bringing these awful boys together. Val's pov can be read here!
Every noble worth their salt attended the gladiator arenas, some of them going as far to sponsor the fighters. The act of watching was a bloodsport on its own- whether a House placed bets or funded a gladiator directly, there was always more to the exchange than pocket money and jewels.
For House Nydalla, the coffers tossed at the male currently parading around the arena was sweetener to the pot.
Iphis shifted in his seat as he watched the match come to an end. The sword-bard Valztefein had the younger male cornered, the tip of his blade pressed against his throat. He tosses a glance toward the audience, voice rolling over in a strike of thunder:
“What do you think? Shall I finish him or let our newcomer get another chance?”
Playing with his food. Had Iphis seen his earlier matches he would’ve rooted for him sooner. The loser sputters something, and Valztefein twirls his rapier once more.
“What was that? I don’t think we heard you. Speak up, now.”
It was a crime their high seats came with the disadvantage of the figures appearing so small. To see the fear on the male’s face would’ve been a real treat.
“It seems our dear fresh-faced fighter has lost his tongue.” Val pushes his heel into his opponent’s gut, “Louder.”
Oh Valztefein, have you always been such a tease?
Fond memories flooded the consort’s mind of their own sparring matches, gods bless the art of fencing. He’s surprised the male begs louder, that Val hasn’t yet driven the rapier tip through his windpipe. His pleas echo throughout the stadium, an adorable sound when one thinks about it. He’s lucky there’s only one drow in the pit; the audience has made their views on him mercilessly clear.
Still, the victor continues his taunt:
“I must admit, I’ve always been soft. His appeal truly is touching, don’t you agree?”
Choruses of cheers and boos spill from the stands, and Iphis shakes his head in amusement.
“Ah, that is true. It wouldn’t do to let someone off so easy, simply because it’s their first match.” an ending flourish before Valztefein shoves the blade into the loser’s hand, his scream and the sweet crunching of bone carrying through the air. Who knew there were so many ways to write a melody?
Val pulls the rapier out of the crushed hand, kicks the mangled foe in the ribs. Salt in the wound. “Never let it be said I am not merciful. The lad will live to fight another day.”
With that, he turns toward the crowd, soaking in the cheers as a drunk absorbs his wine. From this angle, Iphis can see his face more clearly. Bright eyes meet his own, and the bard’s smile deepens as he dedicates this last bow to him. He probably couldn’t see Iphis’ grin, but the sentiment should reach him all the same.
—-
Assuring his Mistress he’d catch up with her soon enough, he caught Val in the throngs of exiting spectators. The champion wiped his sweat-slick brow, trying his best to look relaxed.
“Enjoy the show, Nydalla?” he asked, crimson eyes drinking in every inch of him. Charming, the male was, almost enough to make Iphis forget the strange feeling of being called by his House name. That belonged to his Mistress, not him. Still, he played along.
“Quite so; always a treat to bear witness to your sword.”
“All I could think of with every thrust and parry of my blade was our own play at dueling.” Val’s fixated gaze is less subtle than the flirt. “You were truly a more… thrilling opponent.”
“I take up that much residence in your mind?” Iphis laughs, keeping his voice a low purr. “Just say the word when you’re ready for another round, no use in drawing your blade with these less experienced foes.”
Val had to be the most vibrant plaything Iphis had in some time, the only one to match his energy in sparring and provide excellent tension.
In another life you would’ve made a fine companion, sweet Valztefein.
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Send in a title and I'll draw an OC/Character that I associate to it - Part 2
The Beginning
The Director
The Actor
The Muse
The Hero
The Brave
The Sidekick
The Confidant
The Villain
The Detective
The Spy
The Coward
The Decoy
The Artful Dodger
The Cat-Burglar
The Gambler
The Drifter
The Con Man
The Convict
The Liar
The Rat
The Fox
The Butterfly
The Lamb
The Wild
The Rose
The Diamond
The Echo
The Heart
The Soul
The Ace
The Lucky
The Observer
The Curious
The Joke
The Helpless
The Mascot
The Doll
The Puppet
The Puppeteer
The Ringmaster
The Amoral
The Unwanted
The Copycat
The Boogeyman
The Unsettling
The Doppelganger
The Alien
The Nameless
The Knockoff
The Cursed
The Twin/s
The Harlot
The Casanova
The Ragamuffin
The Dandy
The Beloved
The Devoted
The Faithful
The Betrothed
The Widow
The Caregiver
The Therapist
The Benefactor
The Butcher
The Merchant
The Trader
The Trapper
The Shepherd
The Weaver
The Tailor
The Hunter
The Sailor
The Pirate
The Bard
The Bartender
The Jack-Of-All-Trades
The Scribe
The Diplomat
The Defiant
The Disgraced
The Dethroned
The Beheaded
The Executioner
The Skeptic
The Believer
The Seer
The Madonna
The Alchemist
The Benevolent
The Enlightened
The Light
The Darkness
The Horror
The Anti-God
The Universe
The Primordial
The Hidden
The Found
The End
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