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The Absolute has been defeated and Baldur's Gate saved. The future stretches out before Gale and Vehnrix, free and uncertain. They must navigate how to live their new lives, treading roads that neither have walked before. Big changes and true healing are hard, but they will face them united.

It was morning again.

Another day, another dawn. Light shone through the sheer curtains of the tavern room, soft in its start. A warm, golden hue over discarded blankets, over pillows bunched against the headboard. Sunlight kissed freckles, dawn-soaked curls and highlighted strands of grey. The morning was kind and quiet, as if it understood the peace it could bestow with its lingering, languid passing.

“Gods, what a beautiful sight to start the day.”

Vehnrix made a sound halfway between a laugh and a yawn. He rolled to his side, coming face to face with Gale. Hair tousled, just a hint of shadows beneath his eyes, he was watching Vehnrix with the same smile he fell asleep with only hours before.

“You won’t still be saying that a year from now,” Vehnrix replied, though his heart skipped at the word, at the memory of the question Gale had asked and the promise he’d made.

“Oh, but I certainly will.” Gale’s hand lifted, fingertips tracing Vehnrix’s lips. “And a year after that. All the years, in fact, until there are no more left to us.”

More words were said, more promises made with skin and motion. The sunbeams shifted, moving across tangled legs and firmly clutching hands. Slowly, it passed beyond the reach of the windows, turning from dappled light to a steady glow. The magic of the morning waned, leaving Vehnrix and Gale to create their own.

Eventually they left their bed, knowing there would be countless other mornings just like this one. Breakfast was served in the common room of the Elfsong — miraculously still intact — accompanied by a healthy dose of strong scented tea.

Vehnrix wrinkled his nose at it, steam wafting up and bringing with it the odor of mushrooms and brine.

“Ah, that’ll wake you right up,” Gale said, utterly cheerful in the face of such a dubious concoction. “Nilhogg’s Nose brewed in seawater, if I’m not mistaken. A bit of an acquired taste, but it does the job quite well.”

Gale brought his own mug to his lips and took a sip, only to immediately choke on the tea. He sputtered, covering his mouth with a hand while he made the effort of swallowing. Setting the mug down, he gave Vehnrix a sheepish grin. “Ah, I must have unacquired the taste.”

Vehnrix laughed as he nudged his tea to the side of the table. It was an easy sound, as it always was, but this morning, safe with Gale and the future bright, it resounded even further.

“You have normal tea back in Waterdeep, right?” He eyed Gale, and his tail flicked with playful intent behind him. “Your pantry’s not just full of mushrooms and jars of saltwater? Because, Gale, I love you, but I might have to reconsider my future living arrangements.”

“Oh, no, don’t you worry. I’ll serve you only the finest teas, should you want them. And maybe a little mushroom, hidden in for good measure.”

Another laugh, joined this time by Gale’s. They started in on their meal, simple fare but filling. Enough to bolster the strength of the many patrons of the tavern, many misplaced and in need of whatever help they could get. Vehnrix looked around the room while he ate, taking note of the groups clustered together, and those alone in their grief. Healing a city would take time, but even today it had started.

“Speaking of your future living arguments,” Gale’s voice drew Vehnrix back, and he turned to the human to show he was listening. “What is the plan, moving ahead? You agreeing to come to Waterdeep with me is a dream . But I hardly think you’re ready to leave Baldur’s Gate behind just yet? This was your home, in whatever loose way it could be.”

Vehnrix knew the question was coming. Following the aftermath of the battle with the Elder Brain, so many things had been left undone. Things left unsaid, grief and relief both so strong that thoughts of the immediate future had to wait. And then Gale’s proposal, pushing the thoughts even further away. Now, though, with the events of yesterday behind them and the future beckoning, choices had to be made.

“No, you’re right.” Vehnrix pushed a piece of meat around his plate, soaking up the last of the eggs. He took his time eating it before returning his focus to Gale. The other man knew what the city meant to Vehnrix, and loosely home was a good way to put it. He had no aching desire to stay here, and yet — “There are a few loose ends I need to tie up, if you’ll wait for me?”

“Vehnrix, I would wait eternity for you. That is no question that needs asked.”

A soft smile took over Vehnrix’s expression, his heart still getting used to Gale’s devotion. Still learning to accept it, despite his own mirrored so strongly back. “Tomorrow, maybe. Today I want to check on the kids. I wouldn’t feel right leaving without making sure they’ll be okay here. If Mol’ll even speak to me yet.”

“Give her time. Despite her, ah… clever tongue, she’s still a child. And she’s got it into her head that you’ve hurt her. It may take a while for her to sort out the truth of the matter.”

“I know.” Vehnrix sighed, nodding along. Mol’s lashing out had hurt, but he was the adult here, and as much as he hated to hear I know what’s best for you , breaking a deal with a devil was objectionably better than not. Even for self-assured tiefling children. Like Gale said, in time Mol might understand. For now, though, all Vehnrix could do was give her space — she was safe with the Guild, if she was safe anywhere.

“But Mattis and the others, then,” he added, the image of the rest of the tiefling children flashing to his mind. They’d been through too much, the same as he’d been through too much at their age. Vehnrix couldn’t leave the city behind without doing at least something to help them along.

“Of course.” Gale’s acceptance was immediate, like he’d been waiting for Vehnrix to propose the idea all along. Then his eyes grew shadowed, his fingers fidgeting with the empty fork he held. Vehnrix waited, not pressing, knowing whatever it was Gale was working through how to phrase would come soon enough. And then it did, in a rush of apologetic determination, voice carrying only across the table and no further.

“There is something I think I need to do as well, before we leave. And I understand if you disagree, and I try as I might — and I’ve tried, Vehnrix — I cannot think of a way around this, and I cannot leave —“

“It’s okay, Gale,” Vehnrix interrupted, sensing the spiral reaching its critical point. He reached across the space between them and gently moved the fork from Gale’s hand, replacing it with his palm. He curled his fingers around Gale’s hand, squeezing tight. “We can look for the pieces of the Crown.”

Gale blinked at the interruption, words halted sooner than anticipated. He squeezed Vehnrix’s hand back, almost instinctively. “Oh. Well, I was ready to put up more of a fight than that.”

“No fights.” Vehnrix was quick to reply, shaking his head enough that a curl loosed and flipped past his horns. He held Gale’s eyes, willing sincerity to shine through. “I trust you. We’ll figure this out together. Again.”

“Dear gods, I do not deserve you.”

Vehnrix laughed and gave Gale’s hand one more quick clench before letting go. He narrowed his eyes and motioned towards the two, now cold, undrunk mugs of tea.

“You take that back or I’m ordering you another mushroom tea.”

They found Silfy by the docks, still peddling the most recent newspaper. Large type reading Heroes of Baldur’s Gate: Saviors or Destroyers? Filled the front page, alongside a hastily rendered portrait of the ruined High City halls.

Vehnrix rolled his eyes at the headline, Gale giving an affronted snort to match. But Silfy wasn’t deterred, still calling out in her small voice for passerbys to buy a copy. Vehnrix slipped her a small bag of coins in exchange for one — much, much more than the paper was worth. He left her with a fond pat on the head and a promise that he’d see her again.

The walk through the lower city and Wrym’s Crossing took longer than usual, the streets still half filled with corpses of mindflayers and unafflicted residents alike. It was impossible to ignore the damage done, and Vehnrix had to repeatedly remind himself it could have been worse. Baulder’s Gate had seen tragedy before, and was certain to see it again — it would rise up stronger, in time. But for now each lifeless gaze that greeted him was a stab in the chest.

Rivington fared better, by a degree. There was less carnage here, fewer buildings burned or broken. Most citizens went about their days as if nothing more spectacular than a distant fireworks display had occurred the day before. Stalls and shops stood open, music drifted from windows, and the further they got from the the Crossing, the less weight Vehnrix felt on his shoulders.

Mattis and Mirkon were right where Vehnrix had last seen them. The refugee camps had grown around them, and the young tieflings were just two among many.

“There you are,” Mattis called out as Vehnrix approached. He pressed up from where he was leaning against a stack of crates and waved them over. Somehow he looked older than just a week or so ago; a thought that had Vehnrix furrowing his brow in consternation.

When he and Gale reached the kids, Mattis looked them over, then grinned. “Someone told me you’d got yourself killed yesterday. But that didn’t sound like the Vehn I know.”

“Worried about me, Mattis?” Vehnrix mirrored Mattis’s expression, and another weight fell from his shoulders. “I’m touched.”

“I wasn’t worried. I just didn’t want to lose my best customer.”

“Sure, sure.” The same way he’d pat Silfy’s head earlier, Vehnrix reached down and ruffled the hair between Mattis’s horns. The young tiefling groaned and pushed his hand away, but his smile remained. “How’s business, then?”

The two of them spent a while going over Mattis’s recent dealings and his loose plans before Vehnrix leaned closer in and raised his brows “And how’s business going?” He asked again, his hand emerging from a pocket with a tarnished ring rolling along his knuckles. The same one he’d bought the first time they’d met, after spotting Mattis’s tricks in an instant.

“Oh, that business?” Mattis tried to snatch the ring, but Vehnrix was faster; it disappeared back beneath his sleeve, gone from sight. Unperturbed, Mattis’s eyes gleamed. “Better than ever. Thanks to some of those tricks you taught me. I’ve been practicing .”

“That’s the spirit,” Vehnrix laughed. Then, straightening back up, he glanced over to where Gale was sharing a small book with Mirkon. A spot deep in his chest pinged , and by the time he turned back to Mattis the boy was staring at him like he was some lovesick fool. Which, Vehnrix reasoned, wasn’t far from the truth.

“Hey, listen,” he started, shoving his hands into his pockets as he spoke. “I’m not going to be sticking around here much longer. I’ll be headed to Waterdeep, with Gale.”

“You two are going to get married, aren’t you?” Mirkon and Gale rejoined the conversation, the former’s voice a squeak of curiosity. Before Vehnrix could answer, Gale slid to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I am both delighted and astounded to say yes, that is in fact the case.” Gale’s smile was radiant, warmth flowing from it so strongly it was almost tangible. Vehnrix watched him consider the tieflings, the force of his happiness now directed at them. “And I suppose Vehn here wants to make sure you cheeky little devils know you’re always welcome at our home, should you need it.”

If Vehnrix didn’t already love him, this would surely be the moment he fell. Or maybe he was still falling, every day and every moment. Gale knew how much these tiefling children meant to him — he knew the comparisons Vehnrix made between them and himself. Gale had been there when he’d broken down at the Last Light Inn, when Mol and the children had been taken. To hear him say now that they were welcome in his home, a safe place, meant more to Vehnrix than he knew how to say.

So instead he brushed his tail along Gale’s back, a small touch of gratitude, for now.

“Huh, we’ve never been to Waterdeep.” Mattis’s voice interrupted Vehnrix’s heavily beating heart, and forced his eyes away from Gale and back to the kids. “Maybe when we get bored here, we’ll come by.”

“I’ll lock up all Gale’s good wine before then,” Vehnrix winked. Then, softer, he pulled the two young boys into a tight hug. While they were close he slipped a heavy bag of coin into Mattis’s pocket — more than enough to keep them sheltered and fed for weeks. “Stay out of too much trouble, okay? Take care of each other. And tell Mol — well, look out for her, too.”

He released them from his hug, and goodbyes were said. They’d be okay, Vehnrix told himself. Assured himself, before a new wave of grief could take over. There wasn’t anything else he could do for the young tieflings, now. Except be a waiting shelter for them, if they ever needed it.

Gale must have sensed his weighty introspection, as he always did. He didn’t comment on the few soft sniffles Vehnrix made when they left Rivington, or the way he looked back until the town was out of view.

They took the long way back into the city, hands clasped together, a solid anchor.

“Well. One loose end tied up.”

Vehnrix had long since kicked his boots off and collapsed on the bed. His eyes moved from the ceiling to the window, then back. The mattress shifted when Gale sat next to him, causing him to roll to his side.

“And tomorrow?” Gale looked behind Vehnrix, to where his tail was lashing over the blankets, creating uneven waves of fabric. “You’re stressed already. I’ve become quite adept at reading the motion of your tail. It gives you away, you know.”

“Or do I let it give me away?” Vehnrix countered, pushing up to an elbow and stilling his tail. It was short lived, as Gale reached out and ran his hand along it, causing Vehnrix to shiver from his toes up. A long breath left his lips, and he shifted closer to Gale’s body.

“I’m not going to be stressed much longer if you keep doing that,” he purred. Already the anxiety of his decision was bleeding away, Gale’s touch banishing it from his mind. But before he let himself fully succumb, he met Gale’s eyes and sighed. “Tomorrow…. I want to go back to the High City. I want to see my mom.”

There was a beat of pause, a silence full of memories of conversations, of Gale recalling all the things Vehnrix had told him. “Ah, a rough day ahead, then,” he said finally, gently. “Let me make tonight one of bliss for you then, Vehnrix.”

The hand on his tail moved to his face, cupping his cheek and guiding him forward. Vehnrix went eagerly into the kiss, and to everything else Gale provided.

#bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #bg3 spoilers #oc: vehnrix #gale/oc #gale/tav #fanfic #my writing #ao3 link #well here goes nothing #its been so long since ive started a chapter fic i am #nervous

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undead-potatoes · 5 months

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OC Questionnaire!

Tagged by @mightymizora B)

Tagging @ottobooty, @trashwizards, @muddiestpath, @axiolotl, @rarestereocats, @collegeoflore, @inkberrry and anyone else who sees this and want to do it~

NAME: Jay

A small side tangent here, but I kinda want to keep the name Tav as a shorthand for some kind of alias that Jay uses and have been using since he was quite young, possibly before he even settled on the name Jay for himself. Problem is, I haven't found anything I like yet so uuh for now he's just Jay 🙈

NICKNAME: Tav, Spud (Nana calls him this, even as an adult)

GENDER: Trans man

STAR SIGN: Gemini I think, at least in our world. The calendars don't translate 1:1, and FR don't seem to have zodiac signs so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

HEIGHT: 102 cm / 3' 4"

ORIENTATION: Gay

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Forest Gnome, born and raised in Baldur's Gate. He doesn't really know any of his family history, as he was orphaned as an infant and grew up in an orphanage.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pears

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring. He loves watching the world come back to life after the dormancy of winter.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Harebells (aka Scottish Bluebells).

FAVORITE SCENT: Outside after rain, new leather, fresh parchment, lavender

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: He has a real sweet tooth so I image he'd love hot chocolate, maybe with a dash of coffee to spice it up a little.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Ideally 8-9 hours on a good day, but most of the time he only gets about 5 or 6. He gets home too late and has to get up again too early for anything more.

DOGS OR CATS: Cats are his favorite animal, so you know. But he loves dogs too. And rats. And birds. And owlbears. An-

DREAM TRIP: Don't know enough about Faerûn geography and destinations to really answer this, and I don't want to spend the next 3 days reading up on it so I'm taking the coward's way out and skipping this one

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Like 5 of them, however many it takes for him to burrow like he's hibernating over the winter or something.

RANDOM FACT: While a mediocre cook overall, Jay makes a killer fish stew/soup. It's a favorite of his that he's been tweaking and perfecting over the years, and might be one of the few dishes he makes better than Gale.

#Sunny Plays BG3 #OC: Tav #thanks for tagging me!#that last one must be one of his most Dad™ traits lmao

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miragecounseling · 20 days

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hmmm .. feeling a bit like.... going back to draconis mons to relax.....

i think @inkberrry has infiltrated my brain sdjhhjs

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cousinslavellan-archive · 2 years

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First Bite

Hey look, I actually wrote something. It’s been months, oops. Life’s been a mess, what can I say?

Just a quick rewrite of the night that Adalynn discovers a vampire amongst their group, since Baldur’s Gate 3 is where my muses are at least sort of alive atm.

Also on AO3 under the same title / Amariahellcat. ♥ Hey Dana @inkberrry this ones for you, thanks for all the encouragement in everything ♥

Something feels off.

It’s silent save for the distant bubbling of the stream and the low crackle of the fire, not even a breeze whispering through.

It had been a long few days - dealing with cultists, and gnolls, and goblins in quick succession - and they’d all but collapsed into their sleep-sacks.

Adalynn had expected to be out like a light, and she’d been right - passing out the moment her head had touched the ground - and yet.

Someone else is awake.

It shouldn’t matter. Normally she’d be able to brush it off and return to sleep, exhausted as she is - but she’s on alert, listening, aware-

-footsteps right behind me, kneeling, move now-

Adalynn lashes out with her elbow as she shoves into a sit, eyes flying open as she connects hard - and the person crashes backwards with a litany of swears.

“Astarion?!” she whispers harshly, twisting to stare at the cursing elf - blood dripping from where she’d nailed him right in the nose, “What in the hells are you doing-?!”

She cuts off at the sight of him, staring - noting the way the light of the fire is glinting off his teeth as he licks at the blood dripping down his face, trying to wipe it away - specifically, the sharp fangs on clear display.

‘It’s been drained dry by a vampire. Now can we keep going?’

“Shit.” Astarion catches her staring, his expression both one of pain and chagrin, “It isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like you were trying to bite me.” she whispers sharply, making him flinch.

“Touche.” he mutters, touching his nose gingerly, “Damn, you have a mean right hook, my dear.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it - we even found the boar you snacked on!”

“It’s not what you think - I wasn’t going to hurt you. I just needed… well, blood.” he looks so defeated it makes her pause, watching his expression twist into a frustrated grimace, “I’m not some monster.”

“No?”

“No. I feed off boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now, too weak. If I only had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better … please.”

Adalynn only stares at him, watching intently for any sign of trickery. When she finds nothing but frustration and near misery, she pushes to her feet.

Astarion watches her wearily, as though afraid she might attack. A valid fear, she realizes, especially given her nature as a cleric.

Good thing her Goddess didn’t mind much about the undead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, voice quiet - mindful of their sleeping companions only paces away. Vehnrix kicks a leg in his sleep as though sensing the thought.

Astarion scoffs. “At best I thought you’d say no - more likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs. No. I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.”

Adalynn takes a breath, holds it for a moment. Thinks about what she’s considering agreeing to.

Then takes a step towards him, trusting her gut when he takes a cautious step away.

“Let’s talk a bit further from camp.” she nods her head towards the trees circling their little safe haven, taking another few steps, “I can’t imagine it going well should any of the others wake in the middle of this. Especially Vehn.”

“Ah - good point.”

Astarion’s steps are near silent behind her, making the hair on the back of her neck prickle - though he stops several paces from her once she situates herself beneath a tree, crossing her arms and leaning back against it.

Pretending to be more relaxed and in control then she is, truthfully.

“Why me?” she asks first, voice louder now that they’re away from the camp. “Why ask me over the others?”

“Well, there are several reasons for that. The Gith would likely skin me alive, for one thing - and our resident monster hunter probably sleeps with a damn stake tucked under his bedroll.”

Adalynn lifts a brow, prompting a rather wicked grin from Astarion that does nothing to hide his fangs.

“Truth be told, Darling, you’ve been the most amenable the last few weeks - I’d rather like to think I’m not the only one that’s enjoyed the bits of flirting we’ve indulged in. Unless, of course, I’ve read you all wrong?”

Even as she feels her cheeks flushing under his knowing gaze, Adalynn holds his eyes, “No, you haven’t.”

If possible, Astarion’s grin grows wider. “Good. Which led me to believe you’d also be… the most open to helping me with my little problem.”

“Again - you should have asked me.” Adalynn holds her hand up to silence his protest, “Yes, I know, I heard you before - Astarion, believe it or not, I do trust you. I wouldn’t have agreed to let you scout ahead or stay up for watch alone if I didn’t.”

The man is silent for a moment, watching her the way one might stare at a puzzle they’re trying to work out - before his eyes narrow, lips pulling into that smirk she’s seen him wear before.

But it’s different, somehow - more private in a way she can’t explain, like he’s staring right through her. She’d suspect the tadpoles, but there’s no sensation of invasion - only a sense of being seen.

“That means more than you know, my dear.” he’s moved closer without her noticing, somehow, a hand lifted between them - still respecting her space, and yet feeling so very near, “Do you think you could trust me a little further? I only need a taste, I swear.”

Adalynn stares at his outstretched hand for a moment, feels heat gathering at the base of her throat even as her nerves rise - knowing, truly, how bad of an idea this might be. Knowing how Vehn and the others will probably react in the morning. And yet…

She slips her hand into his, the coolness of his skin finally making sense, and meets his eyes - finding only surprise and appreciation in the red depths.

“Only what you need.” she says, voice firm.

“Not one drop more.” Astarion promises, fingers tightening around hers, “Let’s make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?”

He tugs her gently away from the tree, taking a step around her in order to kneel where she’d just been standing - motioning for her to sit in front of him, facing away.

When she hesitates a moment, he squeezes the hand still in his grip, “Trust me, darling.”

Taking a deep breath, Adalynn does as requested, crossing her legs and settling into the dirt as comfortably as she can - trying not to be too keenly aware of his presence at her elbow, breath tickling at her throat as he brushes her hair out of the way.

“This may hurt a bit.” Astarion murmurs against her skin, tone one of apology - lips brushing over her pulse for a moment before the pain of his teeth sinking in makes her gasp aloud.

Adalynn’s eyes snap shut, teeth gritting against the sting - one that fades quickly to a sort of numbness that spreads, despite being very aware of the teeth still piercing her.

Seconds tick by, maybe minutes - she starts to lose track. Somewhere, the pain blossoms into a sort of strange pleasure. She can feel her blood racing - coursing through both of their bodies as a gentle, numb feeling begins to spread.

Adalynn leans into him as weakness registers, a hand lifting and catching in his hair to pull, gently, whispering “Enough, Astarion.” as the feeling grows.

He pulls immediately away at the sound of his name, mouth open in a startled pant - staring wide eyed at her for a moment before coming back to himself in a rush.

“Apologies - I was swept up in the moment.” he looks abashed for the briefest of moments before that familiar smirk returns to his face, so close to her own that she can see the brightness of his eyes, “But it worked. I feel good. Strong. Happy.”

The arm she hadn’t noticed around her waist gives her a squeeze, and she’s pulled suddenly forwards - cool lips brushing hers in a softer kiss then she’d have expected.

“This is a gift, you know.” Astarion’s face is still close to hers as he speaks, nearly dizzying in his proximity, “I won’t forget it.”

“Should I be worried about the blood loss?” Adalynn’s still off balance - from the bite, from the kiss, from everything that’s happened in what could only have been half an hour, really.

“Temporary, darling. You’ll be better in the morning, I’m sure. But you should get some rest.”

Astarion’s standing and pulling her with him before she can argue - and her blood must have done something, because he has absolutely no problems half-lifting her and guiding her back to her bedroll.

Thankfully, the others are still asleep, so no one is privy to the vampire gently helping her settle back down on her roll - keeping one of her hands in his for a long moment before pressing his lips to her palm, eyes steady on hers, and smirking against the skin.

“Excuse me, Darling; you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling. I enjoy your company far too much to risk your health.”

“Don’t get yourself killed.” Adalynn manages to mumble in response, already fading as he releases her hand.

The last thing she sees is him flashing her a grin before stalking off into the forest - a true predator, now, and one prepared to hunt with all of his weapons.

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Adalynn wakes with a headache and a slight pain in her neck, wincing against the bright sunlight in her face. She rolls onto her side, trying to ignore the voices of her companions in the background - and pausing at the unexpected weight of something in her hand.

Cracking her eyes open, she squints at the object, taking a moment to register what it is.

An apple. Red and crisp, without a single mark.

Adalynn feels eyes on her and glances up, briefly catching the vampire's crimson gaze from across camp before he returns to whatever argument he’s been having with Wyll - heart doing a little flip at the simple confirmation that he had left the treat.

And knowing, somehow, that she’s in over her head.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion/mc #vampire bite #fanfiction #oc: adalynn

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saladbarselectionmenu · 1 year

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Music Game!!

RULES: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

I was tagged by @averagebreadslice thank you for the tag ^u^ !

1) I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction

2) Megalovania - Toby Fox (yes the undertale version dont @ me LMAO)

3) I’m Always Walking As Somebody Else - American Murder Song

4) She’s Quite (Acoustic) - The home Team

5) 4AM - Derivakat

6) A Year Ago - Birds of Bellwoods

7) Constellations - The Oh Hellos

8) Get Jinxed - League of Legends, Djerve

9) Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

10) Empire - Of Monsters And Men No specific playlist just my Spotify likes on random! If I recommend anything on this list though it’s Constellations - it’s such a mood for The Commander! Very much one of those ‘‘I’m imagining so many animatics I'll never actually make’’ songs imo. Also going back through who’s been tagged is really funny bc it’s like ‘oh I know all these songs they’re great!’ and I think that’s kind of neat actually

Apologies if you’ve already been tagged (pm me if you want me to remove you too) ! I had a quick scroll through peoples blogs but I’m 1) unobservant af 2) not sure how long this has been going around @where-is-caithe @jorasdottir @little-leaf-man @commanders-sole-braincell @secondscion @gallusrostromegalus @commander-gloryforge @inkberrry @commander-winterberry @herald-of-aurene

#this is a hilarious mix of soft and absolutely hard core #thank you for the tag!#i did replace one song bc it was like #'lmao why is this in my likes?'#normally i like imagine dragons #but friction is kind of a weird song #fr though constellations is such a commander vibe #specifically for amadaria #the line 'and everything you thought you knew/will fall apart but you'll be alright'#is so fucking raw for the commander #the entire song is just #'im trying and things are going wrong'#its SO THEMATICALLY GOOD YO #empire is actually such a good song for aurene and her champion too actually #its a big comfort song for me #so it has sweet vibes #very much that 'face anything as long as you're with me'#vibe to me #like platonically obvs #something about the song feels like a parent talking to their kid or a friend making a promise #others are just the randomiser calling me out LMAO #music game #tag games #me internally: oh god i've been perceived often enough to be noticed time to die

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felinegeeky · 2 years

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@inkberrry

It finally got here! The snow was keeping it hostage, but my post office was able to deliver today.

I am so excited about these! I can't stop sniffing them. 🤣 I literally squealed when I opened the box. These have to be the most thoughtful gift I've gotten this year.

The smells are perfect for my girls. The lemony bite of Rosalie's and the softness of Gwen's. *swoon* the colors are perfectly fitting as well. The galaxy bombs are also wonderful (they smell soo good!!)

Thank you so much!! I am absolutely in love with them!! You are amazing ❤

#mass effect holiday cheer #soaps and bath bombs ❤#inkberrry #so in love with this gift #smells wonderfully

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cassandthings · 6 months

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Reposting on the new blog cause I still love this art and these characters so much. Mine and @inkberrrys not-siblings Adalynn and Vehnrix from the modern BG3 thing we've been writing on/off since the EA days.

Art by the ever lovely @vecticious ♥

#bg3 ocs #oc: adalynn #friends ocs #tieflings #vecticious #ada's horns have changed but I still love this a lot #inkberrry

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kerra-and-company · 2 years

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“With a heart like that, you deserve the world,” for whatever ship you’d like!

All righty, here you go: one fic with Rel and Trahearne coming right up! Thanks a bunch for the prompt! :D @resonatingfern Warnings: none, just fluff Orr is a strangely silent place. It’s not that there’s no sound, it’s not that type of silent. It’s the lack of the background noise of true life. He still half expects the world to sound like Maguuma, full of parrots and the buzz of insects and the footfalls of stoneheads. Oh, to be sure, Orr did have background noise, but it came in the form of shuffling and rattling chains and occasional low moans carried on the wind. It feels silent because it sounds like death. This is probably an overly poetic way to think about this, but Rel files it under creative license. What he can’t shuffle to the back of his mind so easily is the sylvari beside him, who has come to this land alone for years in pursuit of a quest thought to be impossible. He asks Trahearne about this a week after they left the Grove. They’d taken shelter in a small cavern for the night and had taken to sitting and looking around. The silence is comfortable, but Rel breaks it. “Why keep trying?” The Firstborn, staring at the nearby gray water as if mesmerized, says, “What?” “Feel free not to answer,” Rel replies, something in his stomach tightening. “But I can think of many reasons why I might continue to pursue a Hunt like yours. I was wondering about yourreason.” Gold eyes meet Rel’s blue, and Trahearne smiles. It’s quiet, like a secret, like death, and it’s tinged with something slightly bitter. “I have been drawn to this land all my life. I have studied Orr and the Risen for twenty-five years. Even if I hadn’t grown to love the land I seek to heal, it is my duty now to use what I know to protect our people.” Our people. The waves lap against the shore. “Not too strange, I’d imagine,” Trahearne adds lightly. “Hearts like yours are rarer than you’d think.” Rel’s not sure what makes him say what he says next, but the words tumble out anyways: “You deserve the world when this is all over.” Trahearne blinks, letting out a small sound of surprise as his mouth falls slightly open and stays that way. Rel feels his glow flare, and in an attempt to keep from becoming a New Year’s Lantern, pulls his gaze away, fiddling with his pack. A hand touches his forearm. He pauses. “Thank you.” When Rel looks up again, the Firstborn’s smile is a bit warmer, the bitterness faded. He smiles back, softer than he means to. Part of him knows he’s digging himself deeper. Part of him doesn’t care. “You never need to thank me for telling the truth.”

#gw2 #rel/trahearne #regrowth #inkberrry #thanks a bunch for the prompt ask! :D #hope you enjoy the slightly awkward Them #i thiiink this is short enough to get by without a cut #and there's no spoilers or anything #so...ye!#also: guess where they are here #guess #(you don't actually have to asld;jfadf but i bet you can)#my fics #relethen #trahearne

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