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dhampling · 3 months

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I've had this idea in my head ever since I first played as a Dragonborn or Tiefling in BG3, and I have no idea why it isn't discussed more. But what if a Tiefling! (Or Dragonborn, whichever you prefer) Tav shows affection by coiling their tail around their s/o? Like they're close by and are just overwhlemed with love and adoration, and their tail just kinda wraps around their lovers leg? Or wrist or anywhere they can reach! Like Tav is hugging Astarion and then without really realizing it, their tail coils around him as well? Idk, I just think the concept is super sweet/cute. I would love to see this as a small story, or even just head cannons if you want to explore the idea as well. No pressure, obviously, ignore it if you wish to ❤️ hope you're doing well!

a tail of... insert pun here! tavs with TAILS. tails with tav. tav tails with dal.

hello sweetling! can i start by saying that i loved this - genuinely, absolutely loved this. i started by writing HCs and got a bit carried away, so i hope you enjoy the little bit of both here! thank you for giving me something different - this is absolutely not something i'd have thought of and i had SO MUCH FUN. a/n: species isn't mentioned, and I've tried to keep it as generic as possible so it could be applicable for tiefs or dragonborn tavs!

headcanons;

As far back as you can recall you’ve been particularly expressive

It’s not something that you’ve ever seen as an issue, beyond the occasional mishap you can laugh over with any tail-whipped parties later

Frantic little licks of excitement when playing with your peers as a youngling come to mind as an immediate example

Running amok and jumping with the widest of smiles as your tail oscillates behind you

Your family chiding you playfully whilst rubbing their stinging ankles after a particularly jovial day in your presence

Your parents holding you whilst you were still small enough to be held

Your tail bony and light, and yet tightly winding around their forearms as you rested on their torso like a twisting vine

A sign of comfort, safety

A sign that hasn’t lost any significance as you’ve aged

Many a time you’ve run into an old friend and accidentally lashed them in sheer glee, loosely wrapping your tail to whichever limb you can to keep them close as you agree to wander the local bustling market together

And so when you begin to bond with your fellow escapists as you search for a cure for your unfortunate parasite problem, it’s inevitable

It doesn’t even cross your mind

Not until the day where everything just went right

For the first time since your abduction you’ve emerged your battles all victorious, casualties kept to a minimum, and with enough variety in supplies to have a proper meal

Spirits are high, wine is flowing; and your party has a real energy of optimism

Your tail flitters back and forth like a moth to a flame as your take to your feet and search for the one who has captured your attention

fool's errand;

It takes Astarion a little aback when the wine steers you towards him.

A few weeks in each others’ presence, sure. A night or two; possibly three, maybe even four at this point, of mutual enjoyment under the stars. Frequent back and forth exchanges while on the road, bantering like old friends. You give him your neck, he offers you moral support.

But on a night where the joy is positively spilling from every cup in camp, you step to him?

He’s unsure whether to be flattered or cautious.

If you’re to end your arrangement, surely tonight - where the conversation is so effusive, so effortless across your party - would be the optimal time to do so. Laugh it away as a lapse in judgement between ‘old friends’, as you often joke, and drift from him to a more viable prospect as the coming days pass. Leave him as the least amicable in camp once more. He’d understand.

Not that he’d like it.

But he’d understand.

Or, he’d try to. He might be a little upset if Lae’zel wins Lady Congeniality over him, but it’s not the end of the world.

He’d have to hope the group still would still want to keep him around of course. Be a little nicer to Gale. Offer to help Karlach carry your packs between camps.

What is he offering you if not his nimble fingers? Maybe he went too hard on gunning for you. Or not hard enough, perhaps?

You quirk a brow as you snap your fingers in his face, wine sloshing gently in your other hand.

Clearly his face is now showing his displeasure.

“You ok? Hello?”

“Oh! Yes, my sweet. Lost in thought.”

He waggles his fingers and lifts his goblet to toast alongside yours. To new friends.

“I must say - you being lost in thought is entirely unusual. Still wondering about the left handed tongs Gale sent you searching for earlier?” You laugh warmly. He scowls.

“I don’t eat! I haven’t eaten for two hundred years. What use would I have for tongs in a dungeon, darling?’

He sips.

‘A fool’s errand in very poor taste, if you ask me.”

You still. He pauses.

He’s feeling sour, and he’s ruined it for you. Sapped the joy from your evening. Gods.

He wracks his brain for ways he can come back into favour.

Suggest other things he’d like to taste in order to clear his palate. He hasn’t eaten in two hundred years, and he’s absolutely famished. Whet your appetite a little. Win you back round.

“I can hear your brain whirring, you know.” You whisper, leaning close.

He freezes. Can you see it? Through the tadpole? His horrid scheming?

And you do the most unexpected thing.

Your arms come around his torso to envelop him in a tight hug.

You aren’t fervently clutching at his waist, running fevered hands over his abdomen or pulling yourself close just to feel his body against yours.

It’s soft. Clandestine almost. He doesn’t know how to react.

“I do so adore you, you know? You make this sordid little adventure a little more enjoyable each day.’

You hum. Your head falls to his chest, your tail wrapping around his leg steadily.

‘You can talk to me about these things if you want to. If you figure out what you want to say. I’m here.”

He wouldn’t have anticipated a single one of your actions in the face of his sullen behaviour this evening.

Yet the one that touches him most is the tail now secure around his leg.

A reminder of every tired day you flit joyously against him as you trek together, the curiosity and jubilee when he powers through a wholly trapped room with nothing but a single tool and a flourish - for good measure, of course.

Your little happy whips as you stumble on dire-needed pouches of gold alongside him. His lockpicking skill that you find oh-so enthralling, providing for the party in making use of his talent.

And every once in a while when you’re aside him, the way this happens.

A moment that reminds him of the beauty within bodies past their use for sexuality. How genuinely happy those little mindless touches make him. How his undead heart could maybe be cajoled into beating again over this one.

He coughs. Smiles. Brings his arms around you, though delayed.

Head resting atop yours.

“You’re full of surprises aren’t you, treasure?”

Your tail flits against his leg in a happy shiver.

“Naturally, darling.”

You imitate him in a way that makes you both laugh like fools. Toast once again.

"To us."

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #fluff #my writing #headcanons #tavs with tails #request #thank you anon i love you!

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coriphallus · 2 months

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A little rant on patch 6 and the implications for bg3's future

Okay, bear with me for a sec its gonna go somewhere eventually. My first bg3 run (thats spammed here on this blog) i played ascended astarion/dark urge romance where i picked the reject bhaal and become the absolute ending.

as it was my first playthrough on release i was vibrating off mt seat and i didnt really have elaborate HCs or anything, i was just doing a quick evil run until the bugs get sorted out. i didn't think much beyond "yes this dude would want the shiny stones for himself"

first time i saw astarion enthralled, i was confused. he asked me to do it, he was quite insistent on it since the beginning of the game. i was confused for a couple of hours, digesting the entire game i just played. Then it hit me; the game was calling me out. it was telling me ive been stupid for not having seen this coming and at that point i felt awe.

it was right, everything pointed to this, it was right in front of my eyes all i needed was to connect the dots that the game laid out quite visibly and i was just too caught up to see.

'well my durge would never do that' didnt matter because thats exactly what the companions thought. Gale thought the powers of an insatiable weave wouldnt corrupt him, that he'd stay true to himself, shadowheart thought shar had blessed and her she'd guide her, that she could be her true self under her influence, astarion thought he'd be free, that he'd cherish the bond he'd made with the player but at the end of the day power reveals; and when that power is acquired through the corpses of thousands its quite evident that Absolute power corrupts absolutely. IT WAS IN THE FKIN NAME.

it was a shining bait i was so focused on getting my hands on that i didn't look back to see the mountain of corpses i had to step on to get there. the game was telling me 'HEY LOOK AT EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO GET HERE, LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE OTHERS WHO THOUGHT THEY COULD ACHIEVE THIS, DO YOU THINK YOU'D HOLD HANDS AND SING KUMBAYA WITH YOUR FRIENDS AFTER ALL THIS?'

just as there was never an option where frodo could stab saurons flaming eyeball and sit on his throne with the ring on his finger and sam at his side, there was never an ending i could get my 'happy ending' the way id like it to. i wanted frodo to remain in middle earth and have some peace in the end, i didnt understand how he was 'too changed' to remain and sam wasnt when i first read the books. i was angry even, that i didnt get what i wanted. it wasnt like tolkien haphazardly put together an ending out of his ass bcs he didnt know what to do with the characters, its not that he didn't think while writing that the fans would hate it, he wrote a story that achieved its catharsis by reaching its narrative conclusion. it couldnt have done that any other way. it was deliberate. i may not have understood or agreed at the time but it was the story he wanted to tell, and it wouldnt be one of the greatest stories ever told if the writer wanted to please a 10 y/o like myself.

it was never out of character for my durge at all, i was just blissfully avoiding the NARRATIVE.

months later we get this absolute narrative abomination:

and all i can say is im worried.

im worried bcs this is a clear disrespect to the story they've written, im worried bcs if they can do off with huge plot elements and beats such as this just like that it shows a lack of commitment to their own plot and if a huge Point of the game can be treated like a minor mistake than what else can? was is just a lack of oversight that laezel gets killed under vlaakith? can it be waved off if enough vlaakith loving gith players come together and shout loud enough that they want to ride alongside their queen with their gith gf?

what part of the game is tangible to hold on to, and after two years worth of patches that are made to appease the fans at the expense of the story, will it still be the game i fell in love with?

i dont blame the fans for wanting, i blame the devs for delivering. that they could sacrifice the integrity of a pretty straightforward story bodes ill tidings for the future of this game.

yes i wanted this feature, but i was glad i wasn't given it. i may have been confused and slightly miffed that i didn't get to reign supreme with my evil bf, but i immensely respected the game that could call me out on it. i wish they could show the same respect to their own writing.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #patch 6

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megs-98 · 3 months

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Megs BG3 Masterlist

Please feel free to check out my works or my AO3! :3 Everything is listed by character <3 If you want added to a taglist at all, DM me and let me know!

My AO3 Account

Dammon

It's Always Been You

Summary: Tav left Baldur's Gate after the final battle but years later something... or someone, drew her back and she had to find out why

Pairing: Dammon x f!reader (Tav)

Tags: Fluff, light make out scene at the end, mostly just Dammon being the sweetest boy

word count: 3.4k

Gale

No Extra Excitement

Summary: Tav comes back with the party after a long day exhausted but thankfully everyone's favorite wizard stayed behind to prepare a couple of surprises for her and they both have a lot of thoughts about each other

Pairings: gale x f!reader (Tav)

Tags: Explicit, fingering, vaginal sex, fluff, mutual pining

wordcount: 2k

Like You Mean It

Pairing: Gale x f!reader (Tav)

Summary: After a long, dreary day spent in Gale's tower, barely seeing him at all, you decide that you're going to get the attention that you crave. Even if it means Gale has to tame his brat with the help of a mage hand.

Tags: Explicit!, bit of a dom!Gale, use of mage hand, clothed nipple play, some voyeurism, male masturbation, riding, lots of praise, mutual orgasm (Please let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: 3.8k

A Gentle Touch Under A Canopy of Wonder and Beauty

Pairing: Gale x f!reader (Tav)

Summary: (This turned into a different take on Gale's love confession) Tav and Gale share a night together, saying, and doing things, that they need to get off their chest before they reach Moonrise Towers.

Tags: Explicit!, little bit of angst? (if you squint), expressing feelings, Mystra hate, female receiving oral, vaginal sex, sweet Gale, soft fucking, mutual orgasm, some religious themes during the smut (it's my favorite) idk I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this pixelated man.

Word count: 4.6k

Petals and Poems

Pairings: Gale x f!reader

Summary: Gale is off to work after making you breakfast, so you decided to go shopping and leave some gifts for him to find once he arrives home. Also Tara is peak mom in this.

Tags: None, just two idiots in love :')

Word count: 1.9k

Halsin

There's A First for Everything

Pairing: Halsin x f!OC (Elyra)

Summary: (Taking place post game and featuring bloodlessbhaalbabe 's OC Elyra) After celebrating Love Day in Thaniel's Realm with the refugees and his love, Elyra, Halsin sets up a romantic evening for the two. He has something important to tell her before the fun starts.

Tags: Explicit!, mutual pining, fluff, love confession, f! receiving oral, inappropriate actually quite appropriate use of entanglement spell, vaginal sex, lots of praise. I think that's it

Word count: 2.7k

#masterlist #bg3 #dammon x tav #dammon x reader #dammon bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale x reader #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #halsin x oc #halsin #halsin silverbough

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meanbossart · 2 months

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Asks about VaM, art advice, and miscellaneous stuffs

HI! Real quick please refrain from referring to Sad Sack as S/S for the uh... Obviously reasons LOL We call it "sads" for short!

If what you're asking for are recommendations for a website to host that kind of thing, Neocities, Twitter, Itchio and as you mentioned AO3 are all perfectly good options! Patreon too (depending on how gnarly you're planning on getting) but I'd suggest keeping that as a secondary host option because I don't think it lends itself super well for getting your work circulating. I believe Bluesky allows that kind of thing too, but I'm not too sure since I don't use it.

Now, If you're asking about public reaction rather than guidelines, anywhere you go you might find people that don't jive with the work you do 🤷 just be upfront about the type of content you're making right off the bat to avoid having anyone stumble upon it by accident to the best of your abilities, otherwise, I wouldn't worry too much. I know we're constantly exposed to examples of overwhelming harassment and "dogpilling" happening to others but... Truth be told, most of us won't ever get to the size/internet level of fame where we experience that. I think the threat is a little bit... Overstated, nowadays. Not to mention that most of the time people are getting harassment for things that have nothing to do with their work, and rather relating to their behavior and attitudes. Play smart, be responsible, and be honest! Whatever comes next is in god's hands LOL

Thank you for the ask! Not sure I was of much help 😅 but frankly when you're just starting out it's best to focus on getting the work done first and just throwing it out there, wherever it may be. You can worry about technicalities like that later!

I GOT YOU MAN the full sketch is now up on my patreon!

YES AND YES WHETHER IT BE STORIES OR ART OF DU DROW AND YOUR CHARACTERS SLAMMING PINTS TOGETHER BE MY GUEST PLEASE

I love seeing everyone's take on my weirdo so much, anything is honestly welcomed!

AW DUDE thank you so much! Especially for suffering through the mammoth of a story that ANE turned into - writing has never been my strongest point so I'm always shocked to hear from people that enjoy it 🥲

About the booze question, honestly I'm not picky at all, I usually go by price and by that I mean whatever is cheapest LOL but I prefer a dry white as far as types go.

You only have to pay for it once! You get a code that unlocks the software and all of it's features and you're free to cancel your subscription after that. At some point the code might change or there might be an update that requires subscribing again - but that seems like a very rare occurrence so I wouldn't worry about it.

OH NO I HAVE DEFINITELY TRACED MY OWN REFERENCE BEFORE, but not entire poses! When something is challenging I'll make a point of drawing it out the usual way.

I can remember a couple of instances from Nick and mine's comic where I traced pictures I took of myself, just as a time saving measure. Again like I said in the post, there are several ways to employ tracing your own material that is perfectly acceptable. I have also traced bare-bones 3D backgrounds that I made for the same reasons.

I know you specifically asked about tracing when something's complicated, but I still wanted to be upfront to demystify the practice under different circumstances. The rule of thumb is to never use it when you know it would be inhibiting your skill development!

Happy to hear you wanted to pick up the skill! I definitely understand the urge too LOL since playing BG3 and becoming so invested in the stories and characters my art has improved a ton, simply from forcing me out of my usual style and making me want to capture different moods and scenarios - finding something you're passionate to draw is, frankly a great damn start.

I replied to a bunch of asks asking for pointers and advice a while back, one of the questions was very similar to yours and I still stand behind the advice I gave then. Hopefully you can find something helpful here! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/740543514692173824/some-art-advice-asks-ive-been-meaning-to-reply

HMMM I don't usually think of myself as the best teacher/tutorial guy, but funnily enough I can think of a few things about this topic that I could elaborate on lol. If I do that in the near future, I'll put it up on my patreon (for free as with everything else.)

If there are any specific things about it that you (and anyone else who would be interested in it, for that matter) find challenging and would like for me to focus on, let me know!

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That's all for now folks, and as usual thank you so much to everyone who's left a nice compliment, word of encouragement or funny tidbit in my inbox as well! I can't reply to you all individually, but I see and read all the messages I get c:

HAVE A LOVELY REST OF YOUR WEEK

#lore asks coming either later today or tomorrow!#I might reply to a few right now/space them out rather than do another compilation #we'll see how I feel about it!#ask compilation

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hiddentrails7 · 1 month

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I gave the BG3 origin characters Pokémon teams and put way too much thought into it, so I thought I'd share my nerdish thoughts. Maybe I'll do non-origin characters at some point, but eh, we'll see.

Oh, and there's some spoilers for the character stories, so read at your own risk.

(Teams under the cut!)

Lae'zel

(I couldn't not use this gif, sorry girlie)

Kommo-o

"When it spots enemies, it threatens them by jingling the scales on its tail. Weak opponents will crack and flee in panic." (Pokémon Sun)

An intimidating, armored warrior, just like Lae! Its shiny also reminds me of her, haha.

Zangoose

"It has feuded with SEVIPER for many generations. Its sharp claws are its biggest weapons." (Pokémon Diamond & Pokémon Pearl)

Just like the Githyanki's fued with Mindflayers, it has a big issue with Seviper's mere existence. They also give the same attitude vibes.

Scizor

"SCIZOR has a body with the hardness of steel. It is not easily fazed by ordinary sorts of attacks. This POKéMON flaps its wings to regulate its body temperature." (Pokémon Ruby & Pokémon Sapphire)

They're both well-armored! It is,, also just her vibe.

Bisharp

This pitiless Pokémon commands a group of Pawniard to hound prey into immobility. It then moves in to finish the prey off." (Pokémon Black 2 & Pokémon White 2)

A hardened warrior, like the rest of the team. It not only plays into the fact that she likes to take charge, but I don't think she'd ever evolve it into Kingambit due to her whole awakening with Vlaakith and learning about the prince in the prism, lmao. She's content with Bisharp.

Falinks

"The six of them work together as one Pokémon. Teamwork is also their battle strategy, and they constantly change their formation as they fight." (Pokémon Shield)

The ultimate unit. She doesn't care if they're little guys, they're forces of nature! Not to be trifled with!

Charizard

"CHARIZARD flies around the sky in search of powerful opponents. It breathes fire of such great heat that it melts anything. However, it never turns its fiery breath on any opponent weaker than itself." (Pokémon Ruby & Pokémon Sapphire)

Even if she doesn't agree to become Vlaakith's chosen, she seems like the type to get a dragon herself just to spite Vlaakith.

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Shadowheart

(Oh my beloved Shart)

Umbreon

"When exposed to the moon's aura, the rings on its body glow faintly and it gains a mysterious power." (Pokémon Platinum)

It is so she coded. She worships the moon/darkness, no matter what path you go down with her, so Umbreon is perfect!

Absol

"Although it’s said to bring disaster, in actuality, this Pokémon possesses a calm disposition and warns people of any crises that loom." (Pokémon Moon)

Another dark, kind-of moon-esk vibe Pokémon. They also have similar haircuts!

Trevenant

"Trevenant is very kind to Pokémon living in the forest. It doesn't even care if these Pokémon take up residence in the greenery on its head." (Pokémon Violet)

A Pokémon I just think she'd like. I like to think it'd try to protect her from wolves in the forest, but when she came into contact with Sharr for the first time it was only a Phantump.

Hatterene

"This Pokémon can read the emotions of creatures over 30 miles away. The minute it senses hostility, it goes on the attack." (Pokémon Sword, G-Max form)

I think it's a really funny image. Shadowheart wouldn't mind watching with a wine glass in-hand as her Hatterene beats the shit out of someone that won't leave her alone. Its interaction potiental with Astarion is peak.

Mawile

"It chomps with its gaping mouth. Its huge jaws are actually steel horns that have been transformed." (Pokémon HeartGold & Pokémon SoulSilver)

Has her vibes. Good for both versions of her. Has her ponytail (kind of). Makes sense to me!

Zoroark

"Each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. They protect their lair with illusory scenery." (Pokémon White)

While kind of leaning toward Sharr, it works for Selune as well! Shadowheart is also naturally a Trickster Domain Cleric, so a Pokémon known for tricks is great!

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Astarion

(My personal favorite character. I love him. He's soggy.)

Hisuian Zoroark

"With its disheveled white fur, it looks like an embodiment of death. Heedless of its own safety, Zoroark attacks its nemeses with a bitter energy so intense, it lacerates Zoroark’s own body." (Pokémon Legends Arceus)

Its a very Astarion Pokémon. It not only has wonderful hair, just like him, the entry above sounds a bit too similar to the start of the Cazador fight... heh.

Gliscor

"It dances silently through the sky. When it approaches prey, it can land a critical hit in an instant." (Pokémon Black 2 & Pokémon White 2)

Of course, it's vampire coded, and it also just has Astarion's smug, rogueish vibes.

Thievul

"It secretly marks potential targets with a scent. By following the scent, it stalks its targets and steals from them when they least expect it." (Pokémon Sword)

Astarion is a fancy man! Former magistrate! Thievul fits the high-class vibe and, of course, the thief aesthetic.

Froslass

"A Pokémon inhabited by the soul of a woman who died bearing a grudge in the snowy mountains. Legends of Froslass placing deathly curses on misbehaving men send shivers down my spine." (Pokémon Legends Arceus)

I think it'd be funny, if this Pokémon saw Astarion and related. Like. It feels empathy for this poor mf and just kinda sticks around. It REALLY wants to kill Cazador, but doesn't for Astarion's sake. It's cute.

Crobat

"The transformation of its legs into wings made it better at flying, but more clumsy at walking." (Pokémon Platinum)

Ugh the thought of Astarion befriending a Zubat in Cazador's palace and getting it to evolve via friendship is so nice. Also another vampire-esk mon.

Liepard

"Their beautiful form comes from the muscles they have developed. They run silently in the night." (Pokémon Black 2 & Pokèmon White 2)

It's him. As a purple and yellow cat. What do you want me to say.

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Gale

(My favorite boot-eater)

Alakazam

"While it has strong psychic abilities and high intelligence, an ALAKAZAM's muscles are very weak. It uses psychic power to move its body." (Pokémon Emerald)

Okay, Mr. 45 Defense 135 Special Attack. The og wizard Pokémon. Of course Gale has one.

Meowscarada

"This Pokémon uses the reflective fur lining its cape to camouflage the stem of its flower, creating the illusion that the flower is floating." (Pokémon Scarlet)

While, yes, it's a Magician, not a Wizard, I still think it works. Gale has a sassier side, which I thoroughly enjoy, and it reminds me of Tara in a weird way.

Delphox

"Using psychic power, it generates a fiery vortex of 5,400 degrees Fahrenheit, incinerating foes swept into this whirl of flame." (Pokémon Y)

Literally a wizard. Gale would love a little Fennakin.

...also, uh, Fireball.

Ditto

"With its astonishing capacity for metamorphosis, it can get along with anything. It does not get along well with its fellow Ditto." (Pokémon Moon)

Gale loves his duplicates: no need for spell slots if you have a Ditto!

...unless he needs Ditto to speak, of course, but Ditto can probably write instead!

Meowstic (Male)

"When in danger, it raises its ears and releases enough psychic power to grind a 10-ton truck into dust."

Another lovely Psychic type! It's also cat-shaped so that's a bonus for Gale. Simply a little guy.

Chandelure

"This Pokémon haunts dilapidated mansions. It sways its arms to hypnotize opponents with the ominous dancing of its flames." (Pokémon Sword)

I wanted a magic item reference, and I think he'd think it's cool! There's quite a few myths surrounding it.

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Wyll

(My first romance. He has a special lil place in my heart.)

Gallade

"A master of courtesy and swordsmanship, it fights using extending swords on its elbows." (Pokémon Diamond & Pokémon Pearl)

THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS—

Aegislash

"Apparently, it can detect innate qualities of leadership. According to legend, whoever it recognizes is destined to become king." (Pokémon Y)

THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS PART 2—

Oh, and I also think he got his from his father.

Corviknight

"This Pokémon reigns supreme in the skies of the Galar region. The black luster of its steel body could drive terror into the heart of any foe." (Pokémon Sword)

Haha. Ravengard. Get it.

It's also another knight aesthetic. Yippee.

Sirfetch'd

"Only Farfetch'd that have survived many battles can attain this evolution. When this Pokémon's leek withers, it will retire from combat." (Pokémon Sword)

Oh, another knight! What do you know.

...Blade of Frontiers part 3.

Lucario

"Not only does it perceive auras, but it has also gained the power to control them. It employs them in battle." (Pokémon Sun)

It's very him coded. I also really like the jokes where people compare him to a puppy. Lucario is a bipedal puppy.

The thought of a younger Wyll with a Riolu also brings me joy.

Ceruledge

"The fiery blades on its arms burn fiercely with the lingering resentment of a sword wielder who fell before accomplishing their goal." (Pokémon Scarlet)

Ah, finally. The Warlock pact Pokémon. It really fits him after getting his pact, imo. I like to think Mizora didn't give him a chance to evolve it into Armarouge instead, which upset Wyll at first, but he gets attached to Ceruledge. It's still his, after all.

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Karlach

(My favorite female character! She brings me such joy)

Emboar

"It can throw a fire punch by setting its fists on fire with its fiery chin. It cares deeply about its friends." (Pokémon Black)

She'd love this fucker, especially as a Tepig! They're both bulky as shit and deserve the world.

Haxorus

"While usually kindhearted, it can be terrifying if angered. Tusks that can slice through steel beams are how Haxorus deals with its adversaries." (Pokémon Shield)

Haha big axe. Haxorus is just very Barbarian coded.

...Also Karlach with an Axew <3.

Tinkaton

"The hammer tops 220 pounds, yet it gets swung around easily by Tinkaton as it steals whatever it pleases and carries its plunder back home." (Pokémon Violet)

Another big-weapon Pokémon, but I think she'd also just think it's silly.

Imagine Wyll meeting her with this little menace, since he has a Corviknight.

(Yes, I might've done that on purpose)

Arcanine

"Arcanine is known for its high speed. It is said to be capable of running over 6,200 miles in a single day and night. The fire that blazes wildly within this Pokémon's body is its source of power." (Pokémon Omega Ruby & Pokémon Alpha Sapphire)

Loyal fire puppy. Essentially Karlach.

Bewear

"This Pokémon has the habit of hugging its companions. Many Trainers have left this world after their spines were squashed by its hug." (Pokémon Moon)

THEY CAN TAKE EACHOTHER'S BACKBREAKING HUGS. THEY DESERVE EACHOTHER.

I also just really had a fun time running Bear-Rage Barbarian Karlach.

Darmanitan

"Its internal fire burns at 2,500° F, making enough power that it can destroy a dump truck with one punch." (Pokémon Black)

A very Karlach mon, in my opinion. She appreciates how angry it can be. She is also quite angry.

#balders gate 3 #bg3 #spoilers #pokémon au #pokémon crossover #i spent way too much time on this #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #karlach #i often question my mental health

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fuckitwebhaal · 7 months

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IT'S OUT.

The first chapter of my bg3 long-fic featuring my Aasimar "tav" Bedivere and @new-austin 's Dark Urge, Gabriel! I have properly tagged for eventual violence, romance, and spoilers so please give it a once-over before you dive right in. If you do read, please let me know either in the Ao3 comments or right here! I will attach the fic summary as well.

The Dark Urge -- a tiefling named Gabriel with no memory beyond a bruised ego and a honed instinct to kill. The Morningstar -- an aasimar named Bedivere whom has been locked away in a monastery for nigh on twenty years. Bound by inscrutable fate and the deeds of men who play at being gods, they are brought together after a fateful nautiloid crash upon the Sword Coast. From there, it is a race against the clock to uncover the cure for tadpoles that plague their company, and the truth of the bloody past that Gabriel has left trailing behind him. Whispers from dark urges plague his mind, while the earnest pleas of Lathander guide Bedivere's steps. Time and fate are both poised against them. This fic will follow the plotline of Baldur's Gate 3 from the perspective of my "Tav", an aasimar of Lathander who has been rescued by Gabriel and called upon to help guide him. There will be spoilers for all three Acts, and much for the Dark Urge origin.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#IT'S DONE!#fiwb writes #darkstar #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #oc: morningstar #austin oc: gabriel

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voloslobotomyservice · 2 months

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BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav's backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

thank you for the tags @rolansrighthorn @charmedcleric @jessfromouterspace @lolthslover @auspex-author ‼️

I asked you guys who I should feature in this post and my girl Mythrae got the most votes! She is my first durge so she's a bit special to me and I'm very glad she was chosen :) some of these questions might have slightly alternate answers bc they don’t exactly fit in her timeline but I’m excited to participate either way! there are a couple triggering sections that have been labeled, so please read with caution!

(I’m too scared to tag anyone in this lol)

Part One: Baby

Parent(s):

Being the child of Bhaal’s own flesh and blood, she is a Bhaalspawn. But as far as who raised her? Well, that would be none other than Lua’nna Helvitlar, a Seldarine drow wizard who fled from Menzoberranzen many years ago.

She fled the city and Lolth due to her brother’s wrongful death, and she found employment with Ramazith Firesinger in Baldur’s Gate.

Birth:

Not much is known about Mythrae’s birth, but in the year 1353, Lua’nna found her as an infant in the sewers of Baldur’s Gate with a piece of paper with just her name (yeah I did this with Salome too I’m unoriginal). Not wanting a drow child to get in the wrong hands and become a servant of Lolth, she rescued the infant and brought her home.

First Word/Tantrum/When They First Walked/First Sickness

Her first word was “mama,” which Lua’nna was overjoyed with. Definitely cried happy tears for hours on end.

She was a well-behaved toddler, who was also very inquisitive and ask a lot of questions. The tantrums she would have would usually be because she got an answer she didn’t like (ex. “Mummy, why can’t the sun stay up all day?” “Why does it get cold outside?”).

Mythrae took her first steps after living with Lu’anna for 10 months, while they were playing together. Lua’nna most definitely cried the rest of the day over it.

She got a cold when she was a toddler, and her mother was worried sick she would pass from her virus. She was sick for two weeks, but with Lua’nna’s thorough care, she made a full recovery.

Part Two: Childhood

Friends:

Mythrae was born with heterochromia (one grey eye and one red eye) and was bullied for it (also for being a drow — they have a bad rep on the surface after all), so it was hard to make friends in school. There was one other drow boy in her class, Kalandrin, who would defend her from these bullies. They became fast friends and stayed close even into their teenage years. (Kalandrin would become her dream visitor later down the line)

Siblings:

Mythrae did not have any other siblings, the only family she had was her adopted mother (and Bhaal plus his spawn ofc but it’s not like she knew that at the time)

Getting Into Trouble:

For the most part, Mythrae was a very well behaved child. But as she began to discover her affinity for magic, especially storm sorcery, she would sometimes pull pranks on Lua’nna that would result in her being punished (ex. putting a cloud over mom’s head and causing it to rain while she was in the garden, using a lightning bolt to help speed up cooking, etc). Sometimes she tried to do these out of a genuine desire to help around the house, but other times… not so much

Birthday:

Though Lua’nna doesn’t know Mythrae’s actual birthday, they celebrate her “gotcha” day on the 7th of Eleasis (equivalent of August in Earth months)

Games/Learning Something New:

Mythrae wasn’t huge on games (unless it was something thought-provoking like chess lol)

Being an inquisitive child, she enjoyed school and learning. Lua’nna, being a studious wizard, helped Mythrae with her schoolwork and also taught her about the many intricacies of magic. She also taught her about the history of drow, which was left out of schoolbooks, because she did not want her child to fall down the wrong path and become a servant of Lolth.

Trauma:

In her dreams (or night terrors?), a large skeleton head or ghastly creature would visit her and tell her to kill everyone she knows and anyone that gets in her way, for her father’s sake. These visions scared her greatly, and made it hard for her to want to fall asleep. Usually, Lua’nna would have to sleep in the same bed as her so that Mythrae felt safe.

Part Three: Teenager

⚠️ TW - mentions of canon-relevant violence and suicidal thoughts ⚠️

First Love:

Over the years, Mythrae developed deep feelings for Kalandrin. Looking back, she suspected he may have felt similar feelings for her, but they never acted on them and thus were never romantically involved. But they were very close, and they even got matching tattoos on their face and neck.

Rebellion/Running Away:

Not long after her thirteenth birthday, the nightmares consuming her were all too powerful, affecting her mood and thought process. She became very anxious that these urges would soon take over, and she would hole herself in her room, away from others. Sometimes she would find herself arguing with Lua’nna, too afraid to confide in her about the visions she was having. This did drive a wedge in their mother/daughter relationship, and Lua’nna tried to chalk it up to typical teenaged hormones.

Otherwise, there wasn’t any specific rebellion or running away that she would do.

Reckless Behavior:

One fateful night, the urges finally took over and she had her first killing spree. First, she stabbed Lua’nna to death while she was sleeping in her bed. She then left their house in the Upper City, electrocuting any passerby that crossed her path. She snuck into Kalandrin’s house by climbing into his bedroom window. She had planned to stab him as well, yet he was awake in his room, reading a book. He thought that she was finally confessing her love for him, but instead, she cut his head off, keeping it as a prize for herself.

Her urge faded as she held Kalandrin’s head in her hands. Appalled by the grotesque scene, she quickly dropped his head, fleeing his bedroom as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she was at the docks of the Grey Harbor, debating whether or not she should let herself drown for her crime.

Peer Pressure:

While she was debating whether she should jump into the harbor, Sceleritas Fel arrived, telling Mythrae that everything would be fine, that she was destined to become a cold-blooded killer for her father, Bhaal. He pressured her away from committing suicide, and instead, starting her life anew in the Temple of Bhaal. Knowing that her reputation would be tarnished come morning if she didn’t go with him, she accepted, following him back into the sewers where her mother found her so many years ago.

Taking Responsibility:

In a way, Mythrae never publicly took responsibility for the lives she took that night. If anything, she was encouraged to continue her slaughtering, which she did to please Bhaal. But internally, she knew that she had wronged them — and so many people after — and she hated herself for it. She secretly wished for her old life back, and that her urges could fade away into nothing.

Part Four: Adulthood

⚠️ TW - mentions of rape/sexual assault ⚠️

BEFORE THE NAUTILOUD…

Serious Relationships:

Her first and only serious relationship was with Lord Enver Gortash, who had approached her about hatching a plan between the Chosen of the Dead Three. He had a charm about him that immediately drew her in, and they fell for each other quite quickly while working together to enslave the Elder Brain. He had even proposed to her with a ring she wore throughout most of the game events.

Their “First Time”:

Mythrae has pledged herself to celibacy until Bhaal instructed her to sire a new Bhaalspawn, originally planned to be with Gortash. However, Orin had disguised herself as the Chosen of Bane and attacked Mythrae, taking her virginity in the Temple of Bhaal before knocking her unconscious with her blade.

Work:

Up until Orin had attacked her, Mythrae was the leader of the Church of Bhaal, acting as the High Priestess over the congregation, preaching her father's word and leading various rituals.

Leaving Home:

A bit unique for Mythrae, considering it wasn’t her choice to leave home in the first place. She had no intention of ever leaving Baldur’s Gate or the Temple of Bhaal. So, when she woke up on the Nautiloud flying through the Hells, she knew something wasn’t right and that (at bare minimum) she was not meant to be here.

Aging:

Mythrae never really gave much of a thought to her age. She was young for an elf (around 139), and since elves can live for hundreds of years past that, she knew she had plenty of time to live a full life (devoted to Bhaal).

Finding Your Place

Mythrae was made to believe that the Temple of Bhaal was her place. That she would spend the rest of her days here, following every command her father gave to her. Thought she thought that maybe, just maybe, she was destined to do more with her life.

Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise)

She found family with the other Bhaalspawn in the Temple, however, her relationship with her siblings was very strained. They all wanted to be their father's favorite, especially Orin, who did not think Mythrae was worthy of her title.

Of course, she had planned to have Gortash as her husband when he became Archduke of Baldur's Gate so they could rule together, and also produce as many Bhaalspawn as father desired. Then, Mythrae was to kill Gortash, and become the rightful ruler of the city.

DURING GAME/AFTER THE ELDER BRAIN…

Serious Relationships:

After she escaped the Nautiloud, Mythrae didn't even give any thought to a potential serious relationship, as she was just trying to survive. However, she and Astarion grew very close, sharing similar traumas and feelings about the world. She didn't judge him for being a vampire, and he didn't judge her for the murderous urges, even after she tried to kill him. Their relationship further blossomed into a deep bond and they helped each other become better throughout their journey.

Their “First Time”:

Her first time (that wasn’t part of a planned attack) didn’t even happen until Act 3 with Astarion, after they had defeated Cazador for good. He had tried to seduce her before (Act 1 romance scene), but the trauma of her previous attack prevented her from moving forward, which the memory of it was explicitly shown to Astarion via tadpole connection.

But by the time Cazador was defeated, both of them felt comfortable and ready to share their first time with each other at his gravestone (and it was great. might write about it someday)!

Work:

After she rejected Bhaal, Mythrae found herself with nowhere to go. So, she and Astarion begin life in the Underdark together as mercenaries for hire. With her powerful spells and his sharpshooter skills, they become infamous throughout the land, with some Lolth-sworn drow ending up on the hunt after them. But as long as they have each other, they’ll be more than happy.

Leaving Home:

It wasn’t the easiest decision, but Mythrae's biggest concern is Astarion living somewhere where he did not have to worry about the sun scorching his skin, so she told him that she would be willing to leave Baldur's Gate to be with him in the Underdark, where he would be safe.

Aging:

Nowadays, the thought of her aging comes up a bit more often. She knows that she can still live for hundreds of years with Astarion by her side, but at the same time, one day she will die, and he will live on without her. But she doesn't want him to think about it yet, so she tells herself it's a conversation they'll have further down the line.

Finding Your Place:

At first, Mythrae was cautious to move to the Underdark with Astarion, truth be told. Lua’nna had never taken her there, though she shared her stories of her adventures down there. The only time she had gone were with her other companions on the way to Baldur’s Gate, and it was… a bit much, truth be told. But with her love by her side, they are able to find a home to make their own, getting into the routine of mercenary work and traveling through the lands to find any vampires that might need their help.

Starting A Family (Found or Otherwise):

To her, the party members she’d grown so close to over so little time had become her found family. Sure, she and Astarion may not be able to see them as often as they’d like, but they continue to gather every six months so they can catch up on their lives and remember the good (and bad) times. Mythrae also kept correspondence with Gale often, as he is researching the cure for vampirism at Blackstaff Academy.

Mythrae and Astarion know the risks that having a dhampir child could bring and the potential of bringing about another Bhaalspawn to the world, so they decide to not have children. They do have a sphinx cat, named Fluffington, that they treat like their own child, though. They’re the kind of cat parents to dress their pet up in cute little outfits for holidays and festivals!

#bg3backstorybash #bg3 tav #bg3 durge #the dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav: mythrae #oc: mythrae

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ficbrish · 7 months

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Journey's End

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

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[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 5th - Body Worship (mouth)]

Summary: They've saved the day. What comes next?

Takes place during Act III/End game. There are SPOILERS FOR THE ENDGAME OF BG3 directly under the line!

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The fireplace in their room crackled and popped. Astarion was gazing into its flames, almost trance-like; soaking up the only taste of sunlight he’d ever have again through their temporary hearth. Vistri couldn’t stop staring. A contented sort of grief sunk his eyes, even as they were lifted by the strength of newfound freedom.

There was nothing out there now that owned either of them, controlled them, or sat in their heads. The city was still a disaster, a literal war zone, but the defeat of the Netherbrain allowed a previously-unreachable stillness to settle over them. For the first time, there was no axe waiting to fall. It slowed them down to an unfamiliar tempo, one they couldn't remember ever experiencing. It was surreal. The most common things were extraordinary. Here they were together in a rented bed, no active threats nipping at their heels, relaxing. Languidly tangled up in each other, they'd fallen into a steady, spacey contemplation. Astarion took in every sparkle of the fire as Vistri drank in every detail of his face.

“I’m always afraid to tell you just how beautiful you are,” she suddenly admitted.

“Why afraid?” he answered quite rapidly for as far away as he seemed.

Vistri chuckled, happy he'd been with her this whole time, “I just… I never want to hurt you. I don’t want to place value on the things you hate about yourself.”

Astarion cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead, “Silly little beloved.” He started to laugh and it rang out of his chest, “I thought you were getting tired of me.”

Vistri sat up abruptly, “Tired?! Of you?”

“You know how you tend to get bored.”

“Astarion, you could never bore me.”

“Never say never,” he quipped.

Vistri dove into his chest and wrapped all the legs and arms she could tightly around his body, “Never! Never! Never! Never! Never!”

He laughed harder at that, and it rumbled against her ears. Vistri’s heart felt like it would burst at the sound. She wanted to spend every day making him laugh like this.

A huge smile spread over her face, “Does this mean I get to dote on you now? Properly? As much as I want to?”

He brought her body flush against his, “Is this what you’ve been holding back from me?”

“Wait. Have I been holding back from you?”

Astarion seemed just as confused as she was, “Not entirely... You just have these moments where you stare and look sort of concerned. Like you’re deciding whether or not to tell me something I probably don’t want to hear.”

Vistri broke into relieved hysterics, “Astarion!”

He chuckled at her laughing fit, “What?”

Vistri tried to show him how she felt through the tadpoles before remembering they didn’t have those anymore.

“Did you just try to tadpole me?”

She laughed again, “It’s second nature by now.”

“Well, now you’re just going to have to use your words,” he teased with an affectionate smirk, “Like a big girl.”

Vistri’s fingers trailed from his lips to the curls over by his ears. She met his eyes mischievously, holding his gaze like it was tied to hers by a string.

“Yes, Daddy,” she teased. She’d never called him that before, neither as a joke nor in the throes of passion. Astarion found himself liking the way the word spilled out of her lips.

He whimpered appreciatively and grinned, “I think I like that.”

Vistri felt herself blush. She’d said it as part of their play, but something tugged at her when Astarion said he liked it. Her vision blurred for a moment, dizzy with his words. She traced her finger across his lips again to bring herself back to the world, “I forget. Do you know that you’re gorgeous? Or are you completely clueless to the fact?”

Astarion laughed, then adopted an affectation of utter surprise, “Me?! Gorgeous? I don’t believe anyone’s ever called me that before.”

“Never ever?”

“Never ever!”

“Incredible,” Vistri pretended to be utterly offended, “Such an insult—Nay! A deep injustice to beauty itself!”

“Oh, really?” he played along dramatically, “Enlighten me.”

Vistri put her fingertips back on his lips, lightly stroking his silky soft, cool skin. “Your face is like an orchestra,” she purred, flattering him and meaning it, “I hear every sigh from every heart that’s ever beat when I look at your face.”

Astarion smirked, “If you didn’t steal that one from me, I’ll have to steal it from you.”

She pressed her finger to his lips in a “shush” gesture, “I’m not done.”

“Oh? Please, do go on.”

She stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs, “The self I see through your eyes captures me. Whenever I see you, I want to give you everything I have.”

He couldn’t help himself, “That’s how I rob people so easily.”

They laughed. When they grew quiet, Vistri brushed a thumb over his lip, “I’m obsessed with your mouth.”

“It does provide many important services.”

She slowly shook her head, “It doesn’t have to do anything. It just has to exist.”

Astarion closed his eyes to her touch, feeling it dance across his lower lip, then his top one. He parted them slightly, and she let the very tip of her finger fall gently between them.

She took it away, replacing it with a kiss. They both moaned as their tongues reached for each other from the soft meeting of their lips. Vistri’s eyes glistened with emotion and her voice trembled, “You just have to be you. And I’ll love you for all my days. All I want… is you.”

“Vistri,” he cried out and kissed her in the most unhinged manner. Actual centuries of continual horror peeled away at the flick of her tongue. Astarion only pulled back to say her name aloud again and punctuated it with another wild kiss. She whimpered, he moaned.

They jumped over each other’s words as their mouths parted, each declaring their love at the same opportunity. “I love you, Astarion,” and, “Gods, I worship you,” clashed together.

Vistri ran both hands through his hair, “I don’t have any desire to go, you know? I don’t think I ever have had any desire to go. I just want to be by your side.”

He brought one hand down to his face and kissed it, “Me too.”

They smiled at each other. Sadness sat under the joy in their eyes. And neither of them tried to hide it. The joy was there, the fear was there, and the pain was there. All of it. They shared all of it, and neither of them flinched away.

Vistri found herself playing with his lips again, “Can I put my finger in your mouth?”

He kissed it and teased it with his teeth, “You may, my dear.”

Vistri pushed her finger past his lips until she met the tip of his tongue. “My love,” she sighed, “I bet the gods wept when they made your mouth.”

A whine came from his throat, and Vistri felt its vibrations. It drove her so crazy she sat up and climbed on him. She groaned as she settled over his hips, feeling him hard underneath her.

She sighed and rocked against him, “The world is so much prettier with you in it, my love.”

Astarion found her rhythm and matched it, bucking in tune with her rolls so they met just a bit more. He growled under her.

“I want to live my life with you, and I want us to live, Astarion.”

He sat up, pulling her into his lap; into his kiss.

“Then live, we shall.”

Vistri pushed him back down onto the bed. Astarion smirked; that was his move.

She stroked him between his legs over his clothes, “Can I take it out? I’m desperate to touch you.”

He nodded and tossed his head back into the pillow. His back arched as she dipped into his lacings to stroke him skin to skin.

“I love how sensitive you are. Your beautiful mouth has so many different smiles.”

The one that spread over his face now showed his teeth and those darling fangs of his. His brow furrowed above it; his breath groaned its way out of him. Vistri leaned over to kiss his throat. Astarion called her name out and she kissed it again and licked it.

“Your fangs alone deserve their own congregation,” she moaned.

Astarion grabbed her hair and whispered into her ear like it was a threat, “If you want to worship me so badly, do it.”

Vistri was already drowning in him, but needed to stay afloat. She wanted this to be for him. Ever since Astarion lost the sun, Vistri wanted to show him he didn't lose her too, that he was worth the cost of it. She kissed him, licking his fangs up and down. It was a pleasure that felt sharp as pain, and Astarion could feel his bloodlust stir at the stroking of her tongue. Whines poured out of him like torrential rain, and Vistri kissed him between them; locking his lips with hers, stroking them. Her tongue slipping past his lips to his tongue, to his fangs, to his lip, to his tongue.

They kept kissing as they worked together to pull his trousers down to his knees. It was a clumsy business. Their lips proved to be impossible distractions. Once he was free, Vistri sat upon him and grabbed hold of his cock. It throbbed in her palms and was wet at the tip.

“Darling,” she said with wonder, “Your expressions are pure artistry.”

Vistri could see every sensation play over his face, like a sweeping river of ecstasy. She could feel herself throbbing in her core, in tune with his. She ran her hands slowly along his shaft and head until she could taste his impatience in the air. She teased him by pumping just a little faster, then a bit more, and a little faster, until she reached his preferred tempo and kept her stroking steady there.

“I love you, Astarion,” she moaned as she touched him, “Just as you are.”

His breath hitched. He was bone-hard in her palm, seemingly as rigid as it were possible to be, but as she stroked, he only grew more solid. She bit her lip, breathing hard. He was so close. She moaned when she felt him pulse against her fingers. Astarion gasped. Vistri could feel the wetness spill over her fingers as she watched his face convulse with pleasure. He cried out, gasping her name.

He sounded perfect.

Vistri leaned in for a kiss, tasting the euphoria on his breath before getting up to fetch a towel. She sat next to him on the bed and wiped down his torso with care before wiping down her own hand. Then she peeled the trousers off his calves and helped him remove his doublet.

The whole time, Astarion looked at her with soft eyes. Trust.

“What about you, my love?” he asked as she joined him under the covers.

She lovingly felt along the bridge of his nose, “You’re exhausted, love. I want you to rest first.”

He tried to protest, but Vistri held firm, “I’d wait centuries for you if I had to, and lucky for me, I don’t think you could make me wait that long.”

Once Astarion slipped into his trance, Vistri moved about the room. She made sure every curtain was shut tight and enchanted all the windows hidden behind them with sun-blocking illusions. She threw another log on their fire and poked it secure before crawling back into bed.

Vistri wrapped herself around Astarion and savored the sweet ache of her desire until she fell into Lolth’s nightmares.

“Vistri,” a precious sound eventually called out to her through the dark visions.

She opened her eyes to see Astarion’s captivated and heated with lust. A base need borne from his heart shivered all over his wonderful body.

He kissed all down her chest and back up along her neck. When Vistri cried out, he pried her knees apart and positioned himself between her thighs.

“Do you want me, Vistri?” Astarion asked, his eyes and tone serious.

“Yes,” she begged.

He nestled his cock against her but didn’t push in. Vistri squirmed against him.

“And you want all of me?” he asked.

“Entirely,” she promised.

Astarion took her, giving himself. He was as rough with her this morning as she was gentle with him last night. Pounding and slapping into her, to break her over and over. To be taken again and again. Until she was screaming his name, and he was screaming hers too.

By the time they were both spent, the sun was harsh on its high throne in the sky. They held each other’s hands under the sheets and stared at each other for a while before Astarion spoke.

“Can't go out in the sun," he said sadly, "And I've trapped you here with me in darkness."

Vistri nuzzled into him, “You’re wrong this time, Astarion. I could never be trapped as long as I’m with you. You are my freedom and my joy.”

He melted into her smile and squeezed her hand, "Ugh, now you've gone all sappy!"

Vistri fell in love again at the little smile that punctuated his pouting. She squeezed back, “By your side is exactly where I want to be.”

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ferinehuntress · 20 days

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◈　NAME　 ⋯ 　Panda, Panda Bear, Nessie

◈　PRONOUNS　 ⋯ 　she/her

◈　MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?　 ⋯ 　Caitlyn, Vi, Karlach, and Aylin. I only keep active muses ^^

◈　RP PET PEEVES?　 ⋯ 　Hmmm, so one would be one way roleplays. When someone doesn't help push the story along. I don't want to sit here, debating on how I can encourage some reactions or what not. So I always try to give something to reply to whether its by an action, a question, a response that can be added to, etc... I also don't like when I reply with several paragraphs and someone only gives me 1-4 sentences. I do not expect mirror reflections of my post, but I do like quality. Quality does not equal quantity, but can still give absolutely plenty with a couple of paragraphs. And lastly, not communicating. I know sometimes it can be hard, some days your mind literally has no ideas or process. or if your distracted (I know a few people have that with me right now cause I'm playing BG3 XDD) but when you just, don't communicate, how can you write with each other? Its why I always try to send out welcome messages and encouarge the first step of communication.

◈　EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS　 ⋯ 　I started roleplaying when I was 11 on a site called Avidgamers. So its been a good.....24 years ish?

◈　FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT　 ⋯ 　Hands down, Angst is my go to. I will, without a doubt, love angst. Its never too much for me, i could have a bunch of angst going and it doesn't wear me down or anything. That being said, I don't like certain kinds of angst, like person versus person (example, my character and your character getting into an arguing and hating each other, or break ups or things like that). My kind of angst tends to be two people versus a situation, or where one is trying to save the other cause they are cursed, or trapped, being tortured, etc....Angst comfort too is good. I do like smut, but I tend to like to write it with people I talk to often and we have a good dynamic between our characters. Fluff is a bit harder for me, I can't do domestic cutesy things as I tend to get a little bored after awhile.

◈　PLOTS OR MEMES　 ⋯ 　I prefer plotting, plotting helps get a dynamic down (as I do not write first meetings or encounters) so this allows me to get a development of what are muses are like together. Its also a nice little platform of security to know what is going to happen in a thread. It isn't step by step plotting, but just enough of like 'okay, tehy are going to this place, its probably going to have a fight, and this is their objective'. Really simple plotting that allows for the comfort of stability while still allowing the flexibility of a character to control teh flow of the scene. Memes I tend to use after we've done some plotting because I understand dynamics better and I know what to write or ideas to creat.

◈　LONG OR SHORT REPLIES　 ⋯ 　I'll never give short replies. the shortest you'll get from me is about 2 paragraphs. I don't like gives just a skeleton writing and I tend not to follow people who do one liners or small less then 5 sentences writing. I'm in this for the long haul, I want stories and adventures and fun paragraph form writing.

◈　TIME TO WRITE　 ⋯ 　While I'm online almost all day, its more then likely you see me writing about 10-11pm CST. Writing at night is a lot easier then it is writing during the day. Don't know why, I'm a weird little night owl XD.

◈　ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)　 ⋯ 　I tend to write characters I associate with in some form or manner. Karlach for example, her absolute love of animals, and Caitlyn's more reclusive nature, or Vi's heart on her sleeve, and Aylin's protectiveness. I like to think I am in some way like them which allows me to bring them to life even more through this connection.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@apalestar, @c-leric, and others who said 'steal this' XD ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　@shimmerbeasts, @jynxd, @necrophcge, @never-surrender, @bubblybabins, @bakrahispul, @clara-eternal, @zaunseye, @lunarrepel, @lunawish, @lordliing, @hellscaress, @goldenfists, @governoir, @gauntlets-shot, @fereldensheroes, @dalishflame, @shldmaidns, @sanguisarcana, @starbvund, @arcanecast, @piltover-sharpshooter, @playgroundmonsters, @undercity-merc, @ruinouss, @runes-menagerie, @warwaited, and anyone else who wants to.

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The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 7]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Inner turmoil, slight angst, Astarion being a bit of a bitch 🤷🏻‍♀️

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.2K

Ancunin Palace - an imposing fortress of twisted dark spires and unforgiving stone - cast a long and foreboding shadow over what was once the great city of Baldur's Gate. While a great many things had remained the same in the century that had passed since the fall of the Absolute, an even greater number of things had changed...the Council of Four was no more - not really, anyhow...and it seemed that as the years continued to pass, more and more eyes were either closed forever or were turned red. Within the Welcoming Hall of the ominous castle, Gale Dekarios stood, hands clasped politely behind his back as a cadre of his old friends spawn watched him carefully. They lined the chamber like eerie sentinels, their pallid flesh and haunting sunken eyes exuding an aura that in another life would have made the wizard quite uncomfortable. The air was heavy with the sickly sweet scent of ancient blood and the weight of countless centuries of suffering. Despite having not set foot in that cursed place for nearly one hundred years, it appeared much the same as it had as far as the man could recall. Some small changes in decor, perhaps, but still very much embedded with the same horrors and oppression as it had been under its previous Master.

"Love what you’ve done with the place," Gale jested, the attempt at levity falling flat as it met the unyielding silence of the undead watchmen.

As if on cue, the large double doors groaned open, an auditory testament to their use. Astarion Ancunin, the Vampire Lord, slinked into the room with a grace that belied his predatory nature, his crimson gaze locking onto his visitor. "Questioning my taste, are we, Gale? I'd expect nothing less from a man who’s dressed in the same robes for several decades."

The man simply offered a smile, though it did not quite mask the apprehension in his chest – a tight coil ready to snap. He extended a hand towards Astarion, a gesture of old camaraderie that now felt foreign between them.

The elf regarded the outstretched hand with a cold indifference before shifting his attention to Gale's face, his own expression a carefully crafted veneer of disinterest. Then, with a fluid motion befitting his royal station, he descended into the embrace of his gilded throne. It was as though he fell in slow motion, each inch calculated, precise, mocking.

"Looking well, Astarion," He commented, retracting his hand. His voice was steady, but inside, he felt the slight sting of rejection, a bitter reminder of fractures time hadn't healed.

"Of course I do," Astarion replied breezily, casting a critical eye over Gale. His finger traced an invisible line along his face, mimicking the crow's feet etched at the corners of the wizard’s tired eyes. "Pity the same can't be said for you. Age has scattered gray across your visage like ashes upon an abandoned hearth."

Gale pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. He could feel the heat beneath his skin, the flush of indignation, but he held it back, damming the river of retorts that threatened to spill forth. "It is good to see that your charm remains as... piquant as ever," he responded, somehow managing to remain amiable in the face of such taunting.

"Charm? A mere trifle among my talents," The vampire drawled, a smirk playing upon his lips. "Now, let us dispense with the pleasantries, hm? You've come for a purpose, have you not?"

Astarion’s gaze was like a cold blade against the man’s resolve, slicing through the small talk with an air of impatience. "Say your piece, old friend. And be swift about it; you've interrupted matters of—shall we say—grave importance."

Gale let out a scoff that was as hollow as the laughter of the undead attendants who flanked the room like grotesque statues. "Oh, my. Forgive me for tearing you away from your...erm…craftsmanship but for a moment," he said, eyes flickering to the impassive faces of the vampire spawn. Under his breath, he murmured, "No offense intended." Their silence was his only answer, as expected.

"It’s adorable that you’d think for even a moment that I’m referring to these…creatures," Astarion laughed, amusement dancing across his face. "But I would remind you that you are on my property, Gale, and surely I needn’t explain myself in the comfort of my own home. Not to the likes of you, anyhow." The pale lord's posture relaxed into the throne, an arrogant king in his court.

The man nodded, the tightness in his chest unwinding enough to draw breath for what must be said. "Of course not. I am here on behalf of the Lords of Waterdeep," he revealed, his voice steady despite the gravity of his words. "To investigate the annihilation of Duskshore."

"Ugh, really?" The vampire sneered, "This is well beyond Waterdeep’s reach, and you know it. The investigation into Duskshore's tragic end lies firmly within the jurisdiction of Baldur's Gate, not to some frightened old men in the north.”

"Normally, I would agree," Gale conceded, his thoughts briefly touching on the desolate sight of the once-thriving city, now silent as a tomb. "But being that its end was so abrupt and unusual, the Lords deemed it necessary to conduct an independent investigation into this matter."

The Wizard of Waterdeep stood firm under the Vampire Ascendent’s scrutinizing gaze, aware that each word he spoke was a stone in the foundation of what needed to be done. He required answers, and he was convinced that Astarion held them, whether he would admit it or not.

"Miss? Is everything alright in there? Are you hurt?" The concern in the spawn's voice was obligatory at best.

Yuri's heart raced, her breathing shallow as she positioned herself just out of sight from the door. She could almost sense the vampire spawn's suspicion through the heavy wood, the quiet alertness of a predator. With a swift, deliberate motion, she sent the oil lamp that she had snatched from her bedside table crashing to the floor, the sound of shattering glass splitting the stillness of her quarters. Without missing a beat, she forced out a pained, well-practiced cry.

"Fuck, I’ve cut myself," she lied, the agony in her voice sounded so genuine, she herself could almost be convinced, "I hate to ask…but I could really use some assistance dressing the wound."

After a brief moment, the door creaked open. The spawn stepped inside cautiously, as if every fiber of his being told him this was a terrible idea. Yuri's smile grew as she unleashed the spell she had been holding within her grasp, a surge of pink energy flowed from her fingertips and swirled around the unwitting creature before her.

“Hello, dear,” She cooed as she stepped around to face the vampling.

“Hello, Miss,” He answered, a warm smile spreading across his thin lips.

"Could you tell me something? This ‘Gale’ you spoke of earlier…he wouldn’t happen to be the infamous Wizard of Waterdeep, now would he?" she asked, voice gentle, coaxing.

"I’m not entirely sure, to be truthful…but, I believe so," the spawn answered, the magic making his will pliable as clay.

"Where might I find him, dear?"

"In the Audience chamber with Master," came the docile reply.

"Directions, love."

The spawn complied, pointing the way with a languid hand. And then, the final touch—she asked to have the man’s keys. The enchanted spawn presented them without hesitation, and Yuri locked him in the room, a satisfied grin touching her lips as she set off down the corridor.

The splendor of the chamber, with its soaring arches and beautiful tapestries faded into the periphery as he squared his shoulders, focusing on the pale elf who lounged before him. The throne upon which Astarion reclined was a masterwork of twisted iron, complete with gold and ruby accents, echoing its owner's cruel elegance.

Gale's voice cut through the thick, musty air of the audience chamber with a clarity that spoke to the gravity of his words. "Duskshore's end was no natural disaster, as I’m sure you are well aware. It was rent asunder by magics most foul and potent."

"Evocation magic," He continued, the weight of each syllable seeming to rattle the very stones beneath their feet. "Of a caliber I've scarcely encountered."

Astarion's eyes narrowed, the sneer on his lips curdling into something darker. "Hm, interesting… and you wouldn’t possibly be here to insinuate that I—" he began, rising from his throne like a tempest given form.

"Would have been so foolish?" The wizard interjected, holding his old friend’s gaze unflinchingly. His heart pounded against his ribs, but he allowed none of it to surface. "You, who finds such delight in the personal touch of your particular brand of cruelty? Of course not."

The vampire paused, his expression unreadable for a moment that stretched on for far too long. Then, sinking back onto his throne, he let out a chuckle devoid of humor. "Fair enough. My tastes do run a bit more towards the…intimate end of things."

Gale's mind raced, searching for leverage, for any sign of deception.

Nothing.

He wove his next words carefully, taking into consideration the balance of power in the room. "Given the severity of the attack and the fact that Duskshore's fate occurred within the shadow of Baldur's Gate, I'm sure you understand why the council would not feel comfortable leaving this matter solely in the hands of local governance."

"Indeed," Astarion drawled, his fingers steepling before him. "Wise of them to send a 'neutral' party."

"Neutrality does have its advantages," He replied, though his thoughts churned with doubt.

"Advantages, yes," The pale elf said, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. "But also... limitations."

"Perhaps," Gale conceded, his own gaze never wavering. "But necessary ones. Now, do you have any knowledge of what transpired? Any information could prove to be most crucial."

The Sovereign regarded him with a calculating stillness, then sighed theatrically. "I haven’t the slightest idea what happened - you have my word. And I would see it noted that if the council suspects me capable of such recklessness, well…perish the thought."

"Such assurances are a luxury we can’t afford at the moment," Gale replied gently.

"Mm...well, rest assured," Astarion finally stated, his voice low and laced with something that might have passed for sincerity in another life, "I have no desire to see all of my hard work reduced to ash by some unseen hand."

"Then we are aligned in purpose," The wizard acknowledged, hoping his relief did not seep into his words. "Let us find this perpetrator before they strike again. Together."

"Of course," The elf murmured, his gaze lingering on Gale for a moment longer before he waved a dismissive hand. "You will have my full cooperation. Just be careful not to overstep."

The beauty of the Audience Chamber was lost on Yuri as she slipped in through the side door, her eyes landing immediately on the two men who occupied the room, mid-conversation. The air between them crackled with tension like the charged moments before a storm, but she was pleased to see that it was indeed her wizard that had come to visit. The drow’s entrance, however, seemed to cut through the atmosphere like a knife, leaving a palpable slice of silence in her wake.

The vampire’s crimson eyes flashed to her, a tumultuous sea churning with surprise that quickly gave way to a darker undercurrent of possessiveness and fury. Gale, however, seemed to crumble under a different weight—the shock in his large brown eyes melting into worry, his body tensing.

"Yuri," Astarion began, his voice a controlled tremor that belied his effort to keep the raging fury at bay. "It is... most unwise to wander these halls unescorted."

"I apologize, my love," Yuri spoke, her voice as delicate as the silver strands that framed her face. She wove her lie with care, casting it out like a lifeline. "I asked the gentleman you had appointed to watch over me if he could fetch me some strawberries…I’m afraid the dizziness took me a bit by surprise this time, and I thought that some food might help alleviate it. But they’ve not returned, and the door—it was left unlocked. I only meant to find them. I swear."

Her heart thrummed against her ribs, a panicked bird desperate to escape its cage, as she awaited his response.

He studied her for a moment longer before his expression softened into something resembling understanding. He nodded, the subtle gesture calling her to him like a siren's song. "Come here, my dear," he said, the anger now hidden behind a curtain of gentleness.

She moved towards him, her steps measured as if crossing a battlefield, throwing Gale a subtle glance. The wizard's concern was etched deep within the lines of his face, a silent communication that spoke volumes of their past—a history marred by burning sarcasm and hard-won trust.

As she reached the Sovereign, he gently pulled her into his lap with the ease of one claiming a prized possession, his touch both protective and proprietary. "Did I take too much earlier?" he murmured, the words a soft caress against her ear.

"Perhaps," She admitted sheepishly, "I didn't feel weak until I tried to stand." She forced her voice to remain steady, despite the anxiety that roiled within.

"Ah," he tutted, clicking his tongue with feigned remorse while his fingers brushed her cheek in an intimate stroke. "My apologies, sweet girl. I indulged a bit more than necessary, I admit. It’s just so very difficult to pull away from something so…luscious," His breath was warm against her skin as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, each motion calculated and deliberate.

Yuri's mind raced even as her body remained a passive canvas for his affections. How could she signal her plight to Gale without alerting Astarion? Every touch from the high-elf was a brand, marking her in ways that went beyond the physical. And yet, she knew she must tread carefully, for a single misstep could spell doom for more than just herself.

Gale's voice cut through the chamber, a sharp note of incredulity laced with concern. "Yuri, what in the Nine Hells are you doing here?"

Astarion's eyes narrowed to slits at the wizard's boldness, his grip on her tightening at his words. She could feel the pulse of his power coursing through the room, an undercurrent of danger beneath his serene facade.

"I was captured," she began, her voice a soft echo of fear and resolve, "By the Zhentarim. They beat me and left me for dead, as though my life were nothing but refuse." Her gaze flickered momentarily between the two men. "Astarion saved me. Nursed me back from death's door." Turning her head, she brushed her nose against Astarion's cheek, her breath catching as she played her part. "Isn't that right, love?"

"Indeed it is," Astarion confirmed with a predatory grin, his hand smoothing down her side before firmly cupping the curve of her ass, ownership emanating from the deliberate touch.

The wizard stepped closer, his voice a low, desperate plea. "Look at me, Yuri."

"Keep your distance, biir," The vampire growled, a warning clear in his tone.

She met Gale's gaze, and she saw relief flood his features as he took in the familiar lavender of her eyes. Still, confusion furrowed his brow, and she could see him struggling to piece together the fractured narrative before him.

"Why have we heard nothing from you?" He pressed on, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tana and Lyra have been looking everywhere for you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!"

"Have you?" Yuri retorted, her heart breaking within her chest. "Have any of you really looked for me beyond what’s been convenient for you? Am I truly to believe anything besides that my friend's efforts have been just as fleeting as your own? For you’ve only found me just now, by mere happenstance." The words felt like acid on her tongue, and inwardly, she winced as they left her lips. She told herself that she had to be convincing and prayed that Gale would be smart enough to see through her.

His shoulders sagged, the weight of her accusation visibly pressing down upon him. "You know that's not fair, Yuri. You know you don't mean that."

She struggled to fight back tears as Astarion's lips began to trail kisses along her neck, his mouth branding her skin as if to display the changed circumstances to their mutual acquaintance. She knew his affection was a performance, yet the message behind it was unmistakable: she belonged to him.

The drow fought to keep her expression neutral, to maintain the delicate balance between survival and betrayal. As Astarion's touch lingered on her skin and Gale's pained eyes searched hers, she was reminded that the line she walked was razor-thin.

The air was thick with tension, a tangible presence that wove between the three figures like an invisible serpent. Yuri’s pulse hammered in her ears, each beat a desperate, unspoken plea for her friend to recognize her well enough to know that something was wrong. Her gaze lingered on him for just a moment longer before she posed a question, her voice a soft melody of feigned curiosity.

"What brings you here, Gale? What urgent matter calls you away from your precious Waterdeep?"

Before he could utter a single word, Astarion interjected, his tone dripping with a possessive smoothness. "He is here on business, sent by the Lords of Waterdeep to assist me with uncovering whatever it was that caused Duskshore to meet such a tragic fate.”

"Well then, thank you in advance for your help," She said, her words laced with gratitude that didn't quite ring true. She glanced at the man before her again, hoping beyond hope to see any indication that he understood what was happening. "And Waterdeep...do you happen to know if they have plans to send aid for the refugees now burdening our city?"

The vampire’s lips curled into an approving grin as he seized the opportunity. "Ah, a very good question, my treasure. Have the esteemed Lords mentioned sending any practical help?"

Gale hesitated, his attention shifting between Yuri's carefully constructed expression and the high-elf's expectant gaze. "I cannot speak to the council's intentions with certainty on that particular matter, but I shall inquire on your behalf if you wish it."

"Please do," Astarion answered simply, dismissing the man with a wave of his hand. "Now if it’s all the same to you, it’s been quite a day and my darling and I would like to retire for the evening. You'll find accommodations at the Elfsong Tavern. The upstairs suite remains practically untouched— you shall stay there as our treat until your investigation is finished."

"Thank you, Astarion. And Yuri," Gale said, his voice heavy with unspoken words, "it's good to see you safe." He cast her one last searching glance before turning to leave, followed closely by a small escort of spawn.

As the chamber door closed behind him, Astarion's fangs grazed Yuri's earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "My, my. What a perfect little consort," he murmured, his voice a silky threat.

She turned her head, her smile as fragile as glass, yet radiant enough to appease him. "Could I trouble you for some food now, my love? I’m still a bit wobbly."

"Anything for you, my sweet," He purred, his eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction. "Anything at all."

A/N: Hello, hello! I hope this update wasn't entirely garbage. I did my damndest, I promise! If you'd like to offer some feedback or just like/reblog if you're liking the story so far, that would be super cool and much appreciated! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed the update, and I shall see you guys again real soon with the next! XoXo

[ biir - "garbage", An Elven term used as an insult against those of half-elven and human heritage. Info courtesy of this post by @spacebarbarianweird ]

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