#linkswife

[leopardmuffinxo]

🐱 I be shy bean, but I've always enjoyed your stuff (you're part of how I got into BG3 all the way back in early access). Love all the beautiful work you do 💚💚

spookyyyyy!!! thank you so much. 🥺 i adore anytime amelia and her beautiful green hair is on my dash. 💚

#i promise i'm just an anxious little bean on the other side of this screen #that rhymed lmao #linkswife #friends tag

[gaspodewonderdog]

I was tagged by the wonderful @linkswife to make my OCs using this picrew. Thanks so much for tagging me. This was a lot of fun!!

Tagging: @boooal , @int9 , @vitanithepure , @dragonswithjetpacks and anyone else who wants to do this. I think a lot of people have done this or been tagged already, but if you haven't (or even if you have and want to do it again) consider yourself tagged. No pressure, of course. I'm a silly bean who gets anxious tagging people in these things.

Maddie

She/Her - Lightfoot Halfling- Great Old One Warlock - Guild Artisan background - Astarion romance + strong friendship with Gale

Gethin

He/Him - Half Wood Elf - Circle of the Land Druid (Coast) - Noble background - Gale romance

Urska

She/Her - Shield Dwarf - Wild Heart Barbarian (Bear Heart) - Outlander background - ??? Romance (no-one in EA)

These 3 OCs are the most daydream consuming most thought out of my BG3 characters. I should probably write some stuff down at some point. I'll probably make someone new for my first playthrough though, because I don't want to ruin their stories by making dumb decisions when I am completely clueless about consequences.

#tag game #my bg3 ocs #my oc: maddie #my oc: gethin #my oc: urska

[queensbrother]

i was tagged by @linkswife to try this picrew to make a couple of oc's so ofc i made Navi and Mara ^^ there was no heterochromia option that i could see though so pretend Mara's right eye is purple lol

if you see this you're officially tagged if you wanna try it out!!

https://picrew.me/share?cd=FjLNpgcY9T

#picrew #oc: navi nightbreeze #oc: mara crowe

[dragonswithjetpacks]

@linkswife Thank you for tagging me like weeks ago!

It has been super cold in my office. I moved it to the basement so I haven't been down much lately.

But here are my two BG3 OC's!

Ferelith

Luaril

#bg3 #bg3 oc #kay has spoken #ferelith moonshade

[100jewels-between-teeth]

@linkswife

Js I see you and I luh you 🫂

#personal

[strongindependentblackwoman05]

Thank you @linkswife for tagging me in this! Again, sorry this one was late too. I've always wondered what I'd be like in a horror movie. I was surprised with the outcome but not unhappy to say the least.

The outfit:

The Final Girl:

Congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. Your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. When the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. Sure it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

#love that i got final girl trope #wasn't expecting it to be honest #but then again #ive always had a love for movies with that kind of trope #and games too

[quixqueen]

I was tagged by the wonderful @linkswife to recreate some of my OC's using this Picrew! I had so much fun with this. I decided to make a few of my BG3 babes for this one.

I am tagging @lehdenlaulu, @queen-baezel, @redreart & @nataly-lanier 💙 (no pressure of course!)

Mipha Mizzrym (Seldarine Drow · Druid · Circle of the Moon)

Firith Goldflame (Asmodeus Tiefling · Sorcerer · Gold Draconic Bloodline)

Nivaen Renn (Wood Half-Elf · Wildheart Barbarian · Elk Heart)

Effie Eversong (Mephistopheles Tiefling · Bard · College of Lore)

#my ocs #picrew #mc: mipha mizzrym #mc: firith goldflame #mc: nivaen renn #mc: effie eversong

[starions]

Dance! That sounds cute...or sexy 👀

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

The first time Anya and Astarion danced together, they had been strangers who met at a ball in Baldur’s Gate. The event turned sour quickly, however, and Anya never got the chance to fully savor a dance with an experience partner.

They weren’t strangers now, though, and they were far from Baldur’s Gate. It was Astarion’s idea, to slow dance with no music, and Anya called him ridiculous. But he wanted to make up for the horrid evening of their first encounter, and Anya let her usual pessimism waiver to accept his offer.

Astarion pulled her closer as they waltzed under the lanterns of the stars, brushing a kiss on the crown of her head. A silent apology for the events that transpired after her husband dragged her away from the ballroom, that night in Balder’s Gate.

Anya let out a shaky sigh, nuzzing her nose into his neck as a thank you. Some things didn’t need words.

The rest of the prompts here!

#thank u so much TT i love this prompt #u probably need to read my oneshot it burns like fire to understand this but... #astarion #bg3 #hannah writes #ask meme #is astarion a tad ooc? probably. do i care? no #linkswife #otp: blood and soul #oc: anya

[dalish-spectre]

Cause’ dying on your lips, is how I wanna go.

@linkswife is an absolute cinnamon roll and made me this beautiful piece of Tavari and Astarion for my birthday yesterday.

Thank youuuu. I absolutely love it.

#art by linkswife #astarion x mc #astarion x tavari #mc:tavari #astarion #baldur`s gate 3 #bg3 #gorgeous art #ahahhha I love it #go commission her #art commissions

[videogameroses]

Demure Flower

A/N: So on my other blog, @linkswife and I were discussing what would happen if our d&d characters meet and what they would be like as friends. So I decided to wrote about the first time they ever met and started their friendship 🙂

The garden is peaceful, quiet. It allows her to focus on the yellowed pages of the tome resting in her hand. Words in a text much older than her loop and curl elegantly as she reads the sentences, taking in every piece of information they have to offer. Amelia's mind consumes the book, eagerly sucking up the new arcane knowledge. For an indescribable amount of time, she's content to read and take in. But eventually, her brain grows weary.

In a brief reprieve, she allows the book to close on one of her fingers to hold her place among the pages as she takes in the scenery around her.

The drooping silvery strands of a weeping willow offer privacy, a sort of isolation. She feels almost protected within the clutches of the shaded bench. Her only companions are the gently swaying lilies that grow up from the earth and fill the ground around the tree. Some are a deep bleeding crimson, others a lively tangerine. And in between the stems of those are pure white lilies. A stark contrast to the others but still just as beautiful.

It's a pretty sight - one that she will certainly come back to paint should she find time among her studies. Though the sight is interrupted by a group of three men entering the garden.

They seem far enough away that she decides to pay them no mind and go back to the tome.

Silent blissful moments pass as she reads page after page, up until the sound of footsteps arrive close to her. When she looks up, the men have strayed to the edges of the willow tree, talking amongst themselves and glancing at her. 

They are close enough now that she can see the expensive clothing upon their bodies and the condescending looks on their faces.

Her heart immediately jumps in her throat from nerves.

Whatever they want cannot be good.

The man in front whispers one more thing to his friends before moving through the willow branches.

His features are handsome but they hold a certain superiority that destroys them. With a smooth hand, he pushes back his hair and sends her a dazzling smile.

"Hello there. My friends and I noticed you all by yourself. We came to keep you company."

The hair on her neck raises in warning as he leans closer. He expects her to invite him to sit next to her but Amelia tries her best to be kind as she stutters, "I, uh, I don't r-really want c-company right n-now i-if you d-don't m-mind." 

Snickers come from the men still lingering around the willow branches. The one in front of her does nothing to hide the cruel smile that crosses his features.

"Have a problem with enunciation there, love?" He jests meanly, looking back towards the other two with a cold laugh.

Her face blushes bright red in embarrassment. Humiliation isn't far behind as each one takes a turn mocking her, each word more viscous than the last. Frustration brews hotter and hotter with each time she tries to interject. But her stutter only makes any sentence she starts a horrible failure.

Finally, when she is on the verge of tears, a rustle draws Amelia's, as well as the men's, attention off to the right.

Brushing branches out of the way, a woman steps forth. 

She is breathtakingly beautiful.

Long, dark curls drip down her back, bouncing against a coat that sparkles the shade of a midnight sky. Tight silver pants adorn her long legs while black boots wrap up and around her thighs. Between her delicate fingers dangles a bright red lily that the woman tucks behind her left ear as she gracefully steps forward.

"Pardon my sudden appearance, but I couldn't help overhearing your little gathering while I was passing by."

Her vivid green eyes look from the men to Amelia, where her gaze stops and stays.

She takes in Amelia's distressed face and glassy eyes. Her trembling hands and uncomfortable stance.

The woman's demeanor changes then. She steps forward, placing herself closer to Amelia. A beautiful, charming smile appears on her face, but there is an edge to her words when she addresses the men.

"Excuse me, kind sirs, but I believe this nice lady would like to be left alone."

The lead one scoffs at her words, looking down at her from his slightly crooked nose.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do? You're no more than a lowly peasant sticking her nose where it doesn't belong."

Amelia quickly looks over to the woman.

Her eyes flash in annoyance but she covers it with an alluring smirk. She almost resembles a tiger as she prowls closer. The smirk becomes all teeth as she says, "You're just a bunch of privileged boys looking for a good time. If this is how you get your amusement then I can understand why your mother and father never gave you enough attention."

The air becomes charged with magic as the man physically recoils from her words. Gripping the velvet cloth of his shirt, he glares at the woman, spit flying from his lips as he gasps out, "What did you do to me?!"

She tilts her head with a polite but bemused expression. Her eyes are anything but innocent as she folds her arms over her chest.

"I didn't do anything except point out the obvious. Maybe you're just incompetent."

The man jerks back far more aggressively this time, eyes wide in pain and fear. 

"You're.... you're crazy!! My father will hear about this, do you hear me? He'll hear about it!"

Though his face is scrunched in anger, his voice trembles with each word he says. His pompous demeanor is ruined by his cowardice, Amelia thinks. As it should be.

The lady cocks an eyebrow up and she opens her mouth again but the man is quick to make himself scarce, scampering away like a scared little puppy. His friends glance, wide-eyed, between his retreating back and her nonchalant figure. Amelia watches her tap a finger against the side of her face as she speaks into the open air.

"Your friend seems soft," The woman murmurs, dragging her gaze to the ones remaining. "I wonder if you two are the same."

The way her eyes shine dangerously speaks volumes.

Be gone or face the same consequences.

They seem to decide it's not worth the trouble, tucking tail as they run back the way they came. Relief curls throughout her body like vines as Amelia turns toward the woman. With a flip of her long curls over her shoulder, she faces the wizard with a bright, easy smile.

"Normally, I'd have a kinder introduction of myself but they seemed insistent."

Amelia nods her head timidly.

"It's al-alright. Thank y-you."

Some small part of her braces for the woman to make fun too, but instead, her smile only becomes kinder as she gracefully bows, the tails of her coat flaring out dramatically.

"You're most welcome, my lady."

Shock is the first thing to come to her mind, then gratitude. Before she can change her mind, Amelia gestures at the empty spot on the bench beside her.

"If you, um, if you have the time, I uh, I wouldn't mind some company."

The woman's eyes sparkle warmly as she stands upright again.

"But of course. I couldn't refuse such an offer from a lovely lady."

She blinks her eyes in confusion.

"Amelia. My name's Amelia."

The woman takes it all in stride, posing herself in such a way that Amelia knows there will be a grand introduction. The woman doesn't disappoint as little music notes begin to swirl through the air and magic flairs up all around them.

"Ever so pleased to meet you. My name is Serene: bard extraordinaire, traveling musician, and very well known for my talents in other places."

She does a magnificent show of gesturing to herself and making it look elegant.

Amelia smiles at the theatrics as Serene drapes herself across the bench next to her.

"Did you perform here then?" She inquires to the bard, who leisurely crosses one leg over the other.

Serene gazes out at the field of lilies, eyes flashing like emeralds as she does so.

"Somewhere close. I was passing by to meet someone for a….formal meeting."

Amelia peers at her curiously for her choice of wording.

"Formal meeting?" She echoes, to which Serene turns her head to look at her. She seems almost playful as she swings her crossed leg back and forth.

"Yes. One of the highest matters. Though I might now be a little late thanks to those regal bastards."

She sits on the sentence a moment before she straightens and quickly looks at Amelia apologetically.

"Not that I regret helping you. I'm certainly glad I came when I did. I just detest people who think it's okay to bring others down for their gain."

Instead of being offended, Amelia smiles at her. Kind words are all she offers.

"No, no. You're fine, I promise. But…."

She trails off, a concern arising within her mind. A troubled furrowed brown and deep frown are what greets Serene as she glances over in inquisitive contemplation. She tenses when she sees the expression, sitting up with worry. It soon dissipates at the wizard's words.

"You know they might come back and arrest you for that."

Serene grins as she reclines further into the bench, carefree.

"They could. But I can be…. persuasive." A mischievous glint enters her eyes as she curls a lock of hair around her finger.

"The most they might do is a slight slap on the wrist. Nothing more."

The wizard fidgets with her sleeve as she frets, body unable to keep still as she speaks.

"You're sure? I'd hate to see you end up in a jail cell for defending me."

Curiosity rearranges Serene's features before a softer look settles over them. Amelia would almost venture to say it was appreciation, but before she can say for certain, the other woman stands and takes a few steps from the bench, ducking down to pick a few nearby lilies.

When she returns, she holds them out with a flourish.

"Beautiful lilies for a demure flower."

Amelia looks between the white petals and Serene in confusion and disbelief.

"Why are you calling me a demure flower? Those two words don't exactly belong together now, do they?"

Serene's laugh is musical, lovely when she throws her head back, eyes closed. Amusement dances along her features, lingering in the form of warm words and curled rosewood lips.

"One day, dearest, you may yet understand the meaning. But today, please, take them. Enjoy them. Soon they'll be gone to winter's clutches." 

She holds them out again but Amelia gets the impression that if she doesn't want them, she doesn't have to take them.

She decides to anyway.

Her nimble fingers wrap around the long stems and she takes them, placing them on top of the book. 

"Thank you."

Serene bows deeply, arms held out wide in an elegant stance. Her long mane of curls slips on either side of her neck when she looks up with a brilliant grin. 

"Anything for you, my lady."

She stands straight again, adjusting the lily behind her ear and fixing her coat.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must attend that meeting. I hope that we cross paths again someday."

Amelia only smiles and dips her head down in a nod, strands of juniper hair brushing against her pale cheeks.

Serene returns it with one of her own before strolling back through the willow branches, singing a sweet song. Amelia watches her cross the garden for a few seconds more before she turns back to her tome, feeling a bit more hopeful than before.

As the pages fall back open and she settles down to read again, she finds herself humming the same song.

#d&d ocs #d&d bard #d&d wizard #d&d #features linkswife oc Amelia #and my oc Serene #actually had a lot of fun doing this #maybe one day i might continue this lol

[bunniesovercats]

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Yeah, I understand. When someone in your family doesn’t appreciate what you do.

 Tiff bun bun lets support each other to the fullest ;v; Send me your art blog girl!

#linkswife

[leopardmuffinxo]

tagged by @baldurians to make some ocs in this picrew, thank you! ♡♡♡

♡ Raven Ianthe [BG3] // ♡ Khione Hellebore [BG3] ♡ Iris Calliope [BG3] // ♡ Ylva Deyanira [BG3]

tagging: @swanfey, @goldenclaymore, @silverformymonsters, @not-so-blue, @linkswife, @faeriemilf & anyone else who wants to participate. no pressure!

#my oc: raven ianthe #my oc: khione hellebore #my oc: iris calliope #my oc: ylva deyanira #me finishing and posting a tag game? more likely than you think! #tag game

[gaspodewonderdog]

Pov: You’re in a horror film. - Outfit/Role

Tagged by @baldurians . Thank you!

Tagging: @linkswife and anyone who wants to do this. No pressure of course.

Someone who never watches horror films tagged in a horror film game. Why not? Let's go!!

the final girl

congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. when the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive

#I'm alive #that's unexpected #most likely i just stayed at home and managed to avoid the entire thing but I'll take it #tag game

[radicalbillie]

Commissioned the talented @linkswife to do Astarion nibbling on my OC Ashe. Look at him he gettin it XD Kind of a messy eater he is.

#bg3 oc #bg3 #Lafb #Ashe Goldblade #bauldurs gate astarion #astarion

[dragonswithjetpacks]

Tagged by@darkest-fluid​! Thank you for tagging me! 💕

tagging some people! @leopardmuffinxo​ @changeling-fae​ @linkswife​ @radicalbillie​ @skullharvester​ @noire-pandora​ @nug-juggler​

Name: Ferelith Moonshade

Alias: Her acquaintances have called her Fern in the past.

Gender: Female

Age: 143

Species: Wood elf. Her father comes from a lineage of High elves, though he has long forgotten them.

Zodiac: Capricorn

Abilities/Talents: Ferelith may have had talents before she became a warlock, but they have been lost with her early memories. Her thirst for knowledge has brought her to love books and knowledge. She is specifically fond of literature, calligraphy, and symbology. Her handwriting is beautiful. And though she has no artistic ability, she can trace about anything. She has mastered forgery and can duplicate any signature after only seeing it once. She has sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue. She can also make small alchemic concoctions, though she does not claim to be very good at alchemy or practice it regularly.

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: There isn’t a religion Ferelith follows.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common, elvish, sylvan. But she can read any language.

Family: Ferelith grew up in a small logging village on the Sword Coast. It was nestled in the center of the forest and her father ran a small smith shop. He was only half wood elf, the other half being high elf. But he had no aptitude for magic so he took to trade-work. He eventually opened the shop with his wife, a tailor, and they stayed in the small village until they had perfected their trade. Their intention was to move to Neverwinter to expand their business and give the daughter more opportunity. Ferelith, as far as she could remember, had loved her mother and father. But she cannot remember much of them since becoming a warlock.

Friends: Ferelith had many friends from the village before she had forgotten them. The book she had discovered had eaten her memory and had taken many basic skills she had learned. The only thing the book had given her was knowledge and her patron, Fian. Fian is the only one she truly trusts. Later in life, she does make a few friends. But Ferelith is not always the honest sort and will lose friends over keeping secrets to herself. The two she recalls the most are a smuggler who was close to her ex-husband and the old woman who runs the bookshop she currently manages.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown

Height: 5′6

Weight: 120 lbs

Scars: Ferelith’s legs, feet, arms, and hands are littered with small scars, much like a child who grew up in the wood. Some of those scars are from her childhood while others represent the time she had lost herself in the wood when meeting her patron. She has a small scar on her right brow from where it had been busted by a fist.

Facial Features: In game. And then her face claim.

Tattoos: None.

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Nugs?  

Snakes or Spiders?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

#tag meme #oc meme #ferelith #ferelith moonshade #face claim is monica bellucci

[baguettemagiqu7]

Human Amelias unite! Amelia Evenstar belongs to @linkswife <3

#my art #OC: Mia #friends