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spookiifi · 2 years

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Wings of Fire and Stardust (3)

More Sun and Moon as dragons!

We get a bit personal in this chapter

Idk how to say this but there’s intended animal death?? Moon catches dinner, that’s all.

ao3 link!

“Your father murdered out brother. We were only juveniles when we saw it happen.”

Your mind flickered back to memories of your father showing off his taxidermy and other fortunes. His prized possessions and gluttony were the only things he cared about.

You remembered him gloating about defeating the ‘vile beast.’ And how it nearly killed him.

“His name was Eclipse. We buried his stash where no one could find it.” Sun’s usual joyful voice dropped 3 tones lower. “He was defending us against poachers.”

It made you sick to your stomach thinking that Sun and Moon’s brother were on of your father’s taxidermy pieces, stored away in a fault somewhere.

You felt like you were going to pass out.

As if he could sense your emotions, Moon walked over and settled next to your and Sun. He rested his head in your lap, trying to ground your mental state.

“Eclipse was twice our age, meaning he had double the strength. We swore to be there for each other but he forced us back into the cave when the humans came.” Moon sighed. “I always think about what would’ve happened if we helped him fight.”

“I’m so sorry. God, I feel so terrible now for being part of his blood line.” Nothing would fix this, and you were afraid they were going to turn on you right then and now.

“Please know this; You are not your father, and never will be.”

You decided to experiment and ran your hand along Moon’s head frills.

He tensed at the sudden contact, his sharp pupils dilating. You pulled away, afraid that he’d snap at you but he pressed into your palm instead.

You could’ve sworn they glowed in the dark cave, matching the large quartz crystals on the ceiling.

Sun shifted in his position so that his arms were around your waist. “Can we stay like this tonight? Do you mind?”

Two of the most dangerous creatures were asking permission to cuddle.

It made you realize how long it had been since someone had shown you affection. It was weird being so close to them. But at the same time so welcoming and incredibly gentle. Plus, it was just cuddling.

Yeah, just cuddling.

Moon had already passed out in your lap like a giant cat. There was no use moving him

Nor did you want to, really.

“I’d much prefer if you did, yes.” You smiled as Sun moved to get as comfy as possible.

He finally settled against your back with your free arm draped across his neck. Sun pressed the side of his face into your outer thigh.

“Sleep well, starlight.”

Dragon pile.

…

...He called you starlight.

Several days passed, and you grew closer to the dragon brothers. Nothing scared you when they were with you.

Catching fish was a breeze, too. Thank the goddess that you wouldn’t have to eat all assortments of apples and oranges. Apple juice, orange juice, apple jerky, orange slices-

Yeah, you really didn’t want catching scurvy to be a part of your schedule.

Days quickly turned into weeks and suddenly a month had passed. Each day you learned more and more about Sun and Moon. Specifically, how they were the first to rule this land before any humans arrived.

This was before any settlements were made, boundaries weren’t needed. Even the forest creatures knew the land belonged to the dragons.

One evening while Moon went out to hunt, Sun spotted you sitting near the front of the cave. You rested your head against the rocks.

“Alright. What’s going on, starbeam? You’re usually so talkative.” Sun sat next to you. “You haven’t spoken all day.”

“You and Moon were right.”

“About what?”

“No one’s coming. Why am I not surprised?” You pulled your legs close to your chest.

“Do you miss your home life?”

Moon hid around the corner, listening in to your conversation.

“No. I’m just shocked it’s that easy to wipe someone out of their family tree.” You laughed sadly. “I never belonged there in the first place, and now I’m finally coming to terms with it.”

You fought back tears that threatened to form. “Turns out I was never wanted.”

Sun’s frills flattened and his ears flicked back. “Sunflower! Don’t you dare say things like that about yourself!”

He lowered his head, and you hugged his neck. “If you weren’t wanted, we wouldn’t have kept you here at all. My brother wouldn’t have saved you otherwise.”

Moon’s eyes widened as he continued to listen.

You held Sun’s face. “Really?”

He smiled. “We love having you around.”

The gust of air from Moon’s wings made you let go of Sun’s face.

A heaping pile of fur and meat crashed on the floor.

Moon sat next to his catch. “Steak?”

You and Sun fell silent, staring at the dead animal.

“What?”

#sun and moon #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #the daycare attendant #dragon verse #security breach au #sundrop #moondrop #moonrise

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confiteorims · 1 year

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No matter the era, they will find each other.

@theblackestnlght

#like a pale and faded light; images #bringing this over here since twitter is a Bad Place #let us take that path together beyond the dawn and moonrise; e'mrys and romeo #through all of history drawn to you; modern verse #theblackestnlght #gotta share it here it's so good

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baldursgoons · 11 days

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[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds (percy for vex)

it's barely a scratch, or so would vex like to think. maybe this is an excuse to have a moment in the middle of the madness with percy. she has her priorities straight, find a cure for her brother's....condition, and not get killed. it seemed that bigger forces were at play, given how people joined the party. a party she had seen done great feats, not entirely useless. so there was hope. and percy, in the middle of this. in the sense that he was like her, not tadpoled but still entangled in this mess somehow. heading to moonrise. her eyes settle on his movements, how he seems to be focused so intensely in the task at hand. "-do you find yourself patching up wounds very often, darling?" she teases, only because she has discovered how much she enjoys doing so. specifically at him. her face leaning on her free arm. and she finds herself slipping, priorities falling onto some other places. percy seems to sometimes not be quite here with the rest of reality, and she would gladly bring him back everytime. even if it's just talking.

@baldursguys

#vex / ic.#ask reply.#baldursguys / percy.#( okay not tagging a verse because this could be shadowcursed lands pre moonrise or underdark close to moonrise )#( we can kind of settle which fight did she get injured but percy getting stuck with clean up duty .... hehehe )

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selunight · 3 months

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@lunyte said: "I'll have to start conducting myself the way lady shar demands now."

her laugh is a dark, bitter thing. all her usual joy and contentment have vanished without a trace, wiped fully from her along with any trace of the light that used to shine through her. her 'moon glow', as the high priestess used to call it. 'a sign of true devotion and selûne's blessing.' it was a sick joke; curing the cursed lands, at halsin's behest, just to become the one cursed. the black streaks in her hair, the unhealed scar now marring her eye... the signs of her failure, there to remind her every time she catches her reflection.

"i believe you've done quite enough of that already," she growls out, letting her shield fall to rest against her abandoned pack. her tent would need to be erected, and it was her night to cook, but the only thing celeste wanted to do now was find the nearest monster or true soul and unleash some of the pent up emotion inside her. she doesn't let herself look at shadowheart, for fear of what she might do.

"don't you have need to go pray or grovel or whatever your lady considers subservience, then?" the bite won't leave her voice as she works to loosen the pauldrons covering her. "or do you just enjoy seeing the trouble you've caused?"

#lunyte #☽ ⋆ ⁎ * ﹒ ❝ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. ❞ — oathbreaker verse.#☽ ⋆ ⁎ * ﹒ ❝ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬… ❞ — thread.#lets call this like... a day or two after aylin dies but before they get back to moonrise???#because that feels right and awful at the same time

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bvnnykick · 2 years

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"Oh wow, the moon sure is pretty tonight. There's supposed to be an eclipse, did you know?"

#[ open starter ]#[ main verse ]#[ irl events ]#Listen I'm watching the moonrise and it's already partially eclipsed. //

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jessamine-rose · 10 months

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⋆⁺꒰ Nescit amor habere modum ꒱⁺⋆

"Love does not know how to keep within bounds." -Propertius

♡ Jessamine’s masterlist for Spider-Verse

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♡ Letters to My Beloved - more from Miguel’s observation log (side story, 4.3k words)

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♡ Author’s Note - fic details, writing process

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gribbo · 2 months

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In the hands of another minstrel, it would make a triumphant theme: Thorm trounced, his captives freed, his curse lifted from the land. Let another minstrel write it. The one who struggled up from the bowels of Moonrise Tower would rather find an unobtrusive corner in which to curl up and die.

"Somebody knocks you on the head every tenday," grumbles Barcus, as though it's a character flaw. His hand on the minstrel's jaw is rough and cool. "Follow my finger."

He seems to be holding up two. Peculiar. The minstrel does his best to watch them instead of falling over. "Did you see the"—he wobbles, peering over Barcus's shoulder—"aasimar?"

The Nightsong, tracking bits of Thorm across the hall, wings to Isobel in a blaze of moonfire. Barcus fails to notice. "You're more addled than I thought."

The minstrel could kiss him. If either of them deserved that.

He reports to the High Harper, who stops him midway and orders him to bed. Where bed has gone eludes him; Vally, he thinks, had shouldered his bedroll. Karlach, his pack. He looks for them in the hushed bustle of the hall: teary farewells here, his niece Nimble frowning at him there, the dead laid out yonder for the living to grieve. Harpers weeping for their fallen softly, businesslike. Victims of the cult, too, lying far from their families and friends—and Alfira where he expects her to be, hunched alone with her lute, feeling out the first fumbling chords of a threnody for them all.

It all makes sense, all of a sudden. He still has his gittern. When he drops onto the bench beside her, her hands stumble on the strings.

“Let’s sing for our supper, then,” he rasps without preamble, tuning up.

Alfira stares at him—huge, stunned eyes in a hollow face. “Really?”

Magga cammara, the minstrel thinks, she’s gotten thin. She’s not even famous yet.

“Go on,” he says gruffly. He fiddles for a moment in A minor before settling on something suitable. “I’ll back you.”

A slow, weary smile staggers across Alfira’s face.

It’s a grueling task, to sing in tribute for so many, for so long. Few would ask it of a singer so untried. But when Alfira’s voice lifts in lamentation like a rusty bell’s chime, heads turn; when he joins her in the second verse, the stentorian echo of her high mourner’s cry, the hush that follows is a grim gratification. They play long after their voices fail. He’s nodding over the gittern, his fingers plodding across the strings, when a warm, heavy hand envelops his shoulder. “Silk?”

“Karlach.” His voice scrapes like an old hinge. He blinks up at her, wondering why she’s so blurry. “There you are.”

“Here I am, sangster.” She turns from him, speaking gently to someone else. “Get some rest, Fira, hey?”

Whoever’s leaning on him rises with a willing mumble, leaving him cold. There’s a head on his knee, he realizes; he gives Mirkon’s curls a drowsy pat, then nudges him awake. Someone lifts the boy and carries him away. Around the hall, the torches burn like drowning stars.

Karlach’s hand keeps him steady. “Can you walk?”

He wobbles up. To his consternation, the hall tilts. Around him, the torchlights stretch and spin—

“Whoops,” Karlach says—and whisks him off his feet, bearing him who-knows-where. Hellion. He should object, probably. Keep his eyes open, certainly. Beneath his head, the machinery in her chest—that horrid death-clock, ticking—rattles a radiator-cough.

She smiles grimly at it. “Will you play one of those for me?”

A funeral dirge. His own tired heart beats off-tempo. “Oh, Karlach.”

“It was beautiful,” she says in her plain, awful way. “Will you?”

He’d sooner cut off his hands. Milil, he thinks, help me play happier music for these people. That triumphant theme. It’s in me, somewhere.

“Sangster?”

A voice speaks up somewhere past his eyelids. “Is he all right?”

“Asleep.” An infernal yawn. “Hells. I’m beat, too.”

Not quite asleep, he thinks. There’s a space between sleep and wakefulness, now, where the Prism-bearers’ minds mingle and meet. Gale’s drifting off thinking about a real bed, with sheets and blankets and such, so all of them are thinking about real beds. Them, the minstrel thinks muzzily, who are we, who are us.

Karlach’s thoughts, blunt and amused, brush his. You sound like that brain-thing.

Shadowheart, ever the eavesdropper, dips in. Are we going to keep it?

That headcheese? asks Vally.

Whatever will it eat, thinks Wyll, in our company?

Tsk’va. Lae’zel pretends to miss his joke. The creature is an abomination.

So are we, darling.

We! cries the intellect-devourer, somewhere else. It’s skittering after a rat, its simple joy rippling through their minds in alien hues. Whee!

Not a theme, the minstrel thinks, absently. Not a theme. He blinks up at Karlach with some effort. “Odd little medley, ours.”

Karlach blinks back at him.

Then she grins, brushfire-bright. “Catchy."

#act ii was my favorite #bg3 #microfic #barcus wroot #alfira #karlach #oc tag #silk #and assorted other characters

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cilil · 5 months

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Scribbles & Drabbles overview

An overview of my works for @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles & Drabbles event!

𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟐𝟓𝒕𝒉 ~ now live!

𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈(𝒆𝒓) 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

✧˖ "Wings Of War, Beating No More" for @ruiniel

Two Maiar meet after the war, one chasing a long lost lover, the other seeking something else. [Eönwë x Mairon]

✧˖ "Of Secret Shadow" for @ruiniel

A Maia awakens with no memories of who she used to be. Melkor offers her a second chance. [Thuringwethil character exploration]

✧˖ "The King's and Queen's Comfort" for @the-red-butterfly

After discovering the Dwarves and arguing with Aulë, Yavanna seeks comfort from her fellow Valar. Manwë and Varda take care of her until her sorrows and worries are soothed. [Threesome, smut]

✧˖ "Floating World" for @melkors-big-tits

After tedious war meetings at the Emperor's palace, Mairon decides to enjoy himself in the capital's most renowned brothel, the Taniquetil. As he searches for a courtesan to catch his interest, he finds something rather unexpected - something the Emperor himself has attempted to keep hidden... [Angbang, Edo Japan AU]

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕(𝒆𝒓) 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

✧˖ "Shrine to Melkor" for @cclumsyart

There are shrines to all Ainur in Valinor, even the fallen and disgraced among them. In which Nienna visits Melkor's shrine and reminisces.

✧˖ "Shrine to Námo" for @cclumsyart

There are shrines to all Ainur in Valinor, even the fallen and disgraced among them. In which a mysterious visitor seeks out Námo's shrine to pray for a loved one.

𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

✧˖ "Electricity between both of us" (Glorestor ficlets) for @sortumavaara

✧˖ "Of hunters, horses and other hijinks" (ficlets centered around Aredhel, Celegorm, Oromë, dogs and horses) for @ela-draws and @goschatewabn

✧˖ "Of Fire and Feathers" (Gothmog x Eönwë | Firebird ficlets) for @i-did-not-mean-to

✧˖ "5 times Melkor came for coffee & 1 time Mairon got himself a snack" (Angbang Coffeeshop AU) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Miscellaneous Melkor Mayhem" (naughty Melkor ficlets) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Handmaiden's Tale" (Melkor x Tulkas, dead dove - please heed the warnings) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Brotherly Love" (Melkor x Manwë, dead dove - please heed the warnings) for @melkors-big-tits

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

✧˖ "Silver & Gold" for @welcomingdisaster

Míriel and Indis, silver and gold. A moment of tenderness and passion. [Smut]

✧˖ "Moonrise" for @niennawept

Watching the moon in the sky, Aredhel remembers. [Aredhel x Tilion]

✧˖ "Heart" for @mulasawala

[Modern verse, Bagginshield, Thorin has a band] Thorin comes back from his tour and reunites with his boyfriend.

✧˖ "Sweet Oil" for @z-h-i-e

Maitimo and Tyelkormo cook together. Nothing could possibly go wrong, especially nothing related to suspicious bottles and ingredients not meant for cooking.

✧˖ "A private conversation" for @sortumavaara

[AU in which Nerdanel and Anairë are co-rulers of Tirion after the departure of their husbands] Nerdanel and Anairë discuss the future of the Noldor in Valinor and the challenges they face.

✧˖ "The Meadow" for @ruiniel

[AU in which Míriel and Indis are engaged, no Finwë in sight] Míriel and Indis, strolling through Valinor together.

✧˖ "Ascension" for @the-red-butterfly

The king is dead, and Thranduil has to ascend.

✧˖ "Checking In" for @fishing4stars

Galadriel and Celeborn enjoy a game of chess.

✧˖ "Play, Pleasure & Passion" for Lferion

Nerdanel and Fëanor get ready for a night of passion.

✧˖ "Jelly and Gemstone" for @i-did-not-mean-to

A certain suspicious gem has turned up once again, and Ossë chases down a mischievous little water spirit to get it back.

✧˖ "The Start of the Journey" for @elennalore

Fëanor and Nerdanel, after their first journey together.

✧˖ "Alliance" for @goschatewabn

A chance meeting between Fëanor and Indis leads to something Finwë didn't expect.

✧˖ "Northern Lights" for Anne_Wolfe

How Arien lost a loved one and how northern lights came to be. [Arien x Mairon]

✧˖ "Only one bed (and a Balrog on it)" for @i-did-not-mean-to

A Balrog and a vampire are looking for a place to nap. Unfortunately, there is only one bed. [Nári (OC) & Thuringwethil]

✧˖ "Ever upon the shores" for @searchingforserendipity25

Wandering upon the shores, Maglor wonders if the powers that used to be his allies have utterly forsaken him. [Maglor & Ulmo, Ossë, Uinen]

✧˖ "You have mail (delivered by the Lord of Dreams himself)" for @i-did-not-mean-to

Irmo has a gift for Melkor. Melkor is not happy.

✧˖ "A New Age" for @ruiniel

[Dark cyber!Valar AU in which Melkor won the Dagor Dagorath and the Valar were captured, trapped in their fánar and twisted into new forms] They all were changed by Melkor's dark arts, and everything seems lost. Nienna, however, still has her brothers.

✧˖ "The Sorrows of Young Maedhros" for @goschatewabn

[Set during Maitimo's awkward teenage years] In which little brothers are exhausting, Fëanor and Nerdanel are trying their best and Maitimo just wants to keep a secret in peace.

✧˖ "Ineffable, Inconceivable Future" for @i-did-not-mean-to

Námo has a gift for Manwë - though is it quite what it appears to be?

✧˖ "They Loved Him For His Beauty" for @the-red-butterfly

Eärendil loses his ship during a storm, yet somehow wakes up very much alive. Who saved him? And how will he get to Valinor now?

✧˖ "Delightful Secret" for @sortumavaara

Celebrían has been turned into a man and intends to make use of it. Elrond finally admits to a certain secret fantasy he's always harboured. [Smut]

#scribbles & drabbles 2023 #my masterlist #cílil writes #my writing #heed ratings and warnings on ao3

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crying-in-converse · 10 months

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intro post

previously known as @/noromo35

i'm a minor & intp, libra

i am batman btw

fandoms: anything spiderman, oseman-verse, agggtm, taylor swift, six of crows, penderwicks

favorite artists/bands: phoebe bridgers, taylor swift, lorde, lucy dacus, boygenius, lizzy mcalpine, mitski, radiohead, eliza mclamb, olivia rodrigo, lana del rey, tv girl, cigarettes after sex, arctic monkeys, inhaler, del water gap, cult summer, big thief, grimes, elliot smith, alex g, semisonic, oasis, chappell roan

favorite books: the book thief, solitaire (and any alice oseman tbh), a good girls guide to murder, six of crows, the bell jar

currently reading: crime and punishment by fyodor dostoyevsky

favorite movies/tv shows: moonrise kingdom, the lego batman, spiderverse, scott pilgrim, the dark knight trilogy, fleabag, derry girls, 10 things i hate about you, (500) days of summer, little miss sunshine, amélie, dunkirk (2017)

other things i like: books, music obvi, staying up past 12 am, converse, drawing, theater, working backstage, mac and cheese, pasta, meatballs, sushi, minecraft, sylvia plath, poetry

i love answering asks about being aro/ace and/or queer (and any other asks. just any asks, i love asks) & dms are open, but i am a little shy so i may be a bit awkward

tags in my blog u should check out: #aro #aroace #ace #aroace headcanons #noromo35 talks #soc #batman #films

penderwicks sideblog: @bugmancatchers

aromantic asexual (aroace) with some bi in there somewhere

#intro post #noromo35 talks

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kaykebitez · 1 month

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A Sonnet of Spiders (Astarion x Tav x Halsin) + Kar'niss Platonic

Rating: Mature Category: M/F, M/M, Multi/Other Pairings: Astarion/Halsin/Tav; Dammon/Kar'niss Status: In Progress Chapters: 15/? Word Count (So Far): 59,764

Tags:

Named Tav (Baldur's Gate), Drow Tav (Baldur's Gate), Bard Tav (Baldur's Gate), Family ReunionsFound Family, POV Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Exploring Tav's Past, Character Study, Drow Culture (Dungeons & Dragons), Driders (Dungeons & Dragons), Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, POV Tav (Baldur's Gate), Flashbacks, Transformation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Amnesia, Act 2 (Baldur's Gate 3), POV Kar'niss (Baldur's Gate), Memory Loss, Past Relationship(s), Past Tav/OC Relationship

Summary:

“And you?” the drider said, his voice gravel and disdain. “What are you?” There was the briefest hesitation as his many eyes regarded Phaere, then dropped to the lyre that was still clutched in her hands.

“…aside from a dark minstrel." Astarion noticed how Phaere’s shoulders tensed at the term. “One who truly appreciates the beauty of the lyre.”

Astarion heard her take a breath, but before she could speak, he watched as she practically folded in on herself, the tell-tale sign that her mind and parasite had connected with the drider’s.

Then the connection broke, and Phaere stumbled forward. Astarion and Karlach both moved simultaneously, stepping forward to catch Phaere by her arms as her legs gave way and her lyre clattered to the ground.

“Are you alright, darling?” Astarion asked in a hushed whisper. He could hear her heartbeat this close, a quick and steady thud-thud-thud of… something like fear? “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Phaere lifted her head and audibly swallowed.

“…Rylbros?”

Or: A formerly lolth-sworn Drow bard comes face to face with her past. And she must make a choice. READ ON AO3

Snippet of Chapter 1 under the cut:

“That’s that, then,” Kansif said, seemingly unbothered by Phaere’s cold demeanor. “Simply pluck a tune, and our guide to Moonrise will come scuttling.”

Scuttling? Astarion raised an eyebrow, but was distracted when Phaere lifted the lyre and started to play. She turned towards the vast darkness behind the camp as her fingers plucked the strings in a haunting melody, her eyes drifting shut as she played. Astarion wanted to close his eyes and listen, truly listen, but he was transfixed on her form as she played. He could feel Karlach tapping her foot next to him, sense how Shadowheart wanted to sway to the music even as she stood rigidly rooted to her spot. Even the goblins and the half-orc seemed transfixed on Phaere’s performance.

But then, Astarion heard it. Scuttling, right on cue. He snapped his eyes to the darkness ahead of them, just as a growling, guttural voice broke through the final notes of Phaere’s song.

“Ah yes, I hear them, your majesty. Calling us. Their god and their guide, together.”

Out from behind a twisted tree trunk stepped a hideous creature. Eight spindly legs on a giant thorax, topped with the upper half of a man coated in an armor-like chitin. His face was pale, with two regular eyes colored a deep blood-red, practically glowing in the light of the moonlantern he carried. His other eyes scattered across his forehead and cheek were black as pitch, blinking in a syncopated rhythm as he stepped closer, regarding Phaere with a curious tilt of his head.

Astarion might not be well-versed on Drow, but he knew a drider when he saw one.

“By the Gods. One of Lolth’s abominations,” he breathed. Karlach gave a low whistle, and Shadowheart made a noise of disgust somewhere in her throat.

Phaere simply stood stock-still next to Astarion, her eyes now transfixed on the drider as he approached. He looked as if he’d been in the wilderness for ages—his skin and chitin coated in a layer of dirt and grime. His hair was unkempt, snow white falling over his shoulder in messy waves, similar to Phaere’s at first glance, especially after a particularly bad fight. However, Phaere’s locks held more of a bluish tint, and were a whole lot softer to the touch than this creature’s hair looked—

Now was not the time.

“Greetings, in the Absolute’s name,” said Kansif, earning a sneer from the drider. “You have been charged with—guiding us…” Kansif looked down and away, the drider’s visage likely uncomfortable to look at for too long. Astarion couldn’t blame the poor sod, honestly.

“New flesh for you, my queen,” the drider hissed. “But, who are they?” He was looking over his shoulder as if speaking to an invisible presence, the look on his face flashing between stone-cold clarity and a haze, as if he were going somewhere else for the briefest of moments.

“Looks like he’s madder than a hatter,” Astarion murmured. “Absolutely lovely.” He wheezed a bit as Phaere elbowed him in the ribs, although there was a slight twitch of her lip. So she had found that funny. She wasn’t looking at him, though, her eyes still trained on the drider, her ears twitching as if she was listening to him hard. Astarion couldn’t quite read the look on her face, which was… unnerving, to say the least.

The last time he couldn’t read her easily was when they’d “rescued” and then promptly murdered the True Soul Nere, another Drow that Phaere had toyed with for a few minutes before giving into her rare flashes of anger.

Come to think of it, any time another Drow was involved—and the drider had definitely been a Drow once upon a time—Phaere simply… shut down.

Curious.

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bhaalbaaby · 2 months

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Stories of first kisses for your oc's and their partners; and their first shared kiss(es) with your oc's and their partners, presuming they're different.

I'll do Penelope because I feel like even though she's romantically involved with only Astarion and Shadowheart, she probably kissed everyone lol I'll go in chronological order for all the people within BG3-verse that she's kissed

Gortash - Her first grown-up kiss. She wanted fireworks and the promised passion, but it was okay. It was very obvious that she didn't know what she was doing, but followed his lead. Turns out practicing on her hand and quick pecks with random street urchins is not the same as the real thing.

Kaine/Durge - It's very quick when he's leaving after another session of just talking and flirting. She doesn't want to wait until their first full session, whenever that will be, and takes a chance kissing him as he says goodbye. It catches him off guard, grabbing her closer to kiss her hard. When he pulls away, he promises next time they will do more than parting kisses.

Lae'zel - She's never been around a Githyanki before and decided to try Lae'zel out since Penelope is used to being a sub in relationships anyway. It was passionate and hard, rougher than Penelope would have liked for the first time, with too many teeth and biting. She left it at that kiss.

Gale - Penelope picks up that Gale would be easiest to manipulate by being sweet to him. During their first few nights, they share a tent because she could not set hers up by herself and just "kept forgetting" to get help. On the second night, when she wants to test this theory, she pushes her body against his and kisses him before they go to bed. He pointedly sleeps with his back towards her to not cause any stress on his body and also gets Wyll to help him set up her tent the next day.

Astarion - Their first kiss comes after his first bite, bloodlust clouding their thoughts. She's already pent up, but the closeness of their bodies brings her closer to some sort of release. The taste of blood is new on her lips, but she doesn't mind it being in his arms just a little bit longer.

Karlach - Penelope is so curious about Karlach and her energy and is on the same page as Shadowheart, with Karlach being able to toss her around. She, however, keeps to her reservations once she finds out more about her past, especially with Gortash. Their first kiss is fast and hot, leaving Penelope's lips singed but wanting more.

Shadowheart - She's only had butterflies a few times in her life, but any time she spends around Shadowheart, she gets nervous and only has thoughts ranging from sweet stolen kisses to lewd actions she wishes they could do. Their first kiss is sweetened by the wine from the Tiefling party inhibitions lowered while the party lulls.

Wyll - They kiss after they dance the night away, hearts racing. Her hands rest on his chest, feeling it flutter in his rib cage. His kiss is soft and tender, with reservations underneath. She pulls away first, brushing her thumb over his full lips. She thanks him for the kiss and the dance but breaks it off, knowing what he wants is more than what she will ever be able to give anyone.

Halsin - They kiss during the celebration at Moonrise, fumbling to move on to the next part before the night ends. She has been curious about him and has wanted to climb like a tree ever since he joined. He kisses her as if she is all the air he needs, all his prayers answered, at least until the morning.

Minthara - Penelope is surprised Minthara approaches her, but after some mind-melding and heart-to-hearts and cursing their enemies, they kiss under the moon, swearing they will prevail and kill Gortash and Orin together.

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tadpolejourney · 22 days

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Days 11-12

I was so sick last night, I couldn't write. I'll have to put my work on Act V aside to catch up on yesterday and today.

Yesterday was such a crazy ass fucking day. I must emphasize that I have been having some very strange and crazy days lately, and this was the most insane day yet.

Let's start with first thing yesterday morning. I can't say I didn't see this coming with all the flirting we've been doing. Astarion propositioned me for sex. He's not at all interested in a real relationship. I reminded him our relationship isn't transactional and he didn't need to repay the favor of my blood for sex. He talked about how I 'obviously' wanted him because I was quivering when he bit me. More like he's been the obvious one, and I shook because it hurt like hell and it was taking everything I had not to cry out, but I let him protect his ego to cushion the rejection. When I turned him down, he told me I was no fun, but he doesn't seem to have any hard feelings about it. I can't just have sex with whoever, whenever. I've never had the luxury of being able to just 'let go' and have sex only for the fun of it with anyone who I felt attracted to. That has always felt unsafe to me, and probably always will. Truthfully, if I could I would have said yes to him. I had no other reason to say no.

We got Karlach an engine upgrade today. I'm glad we met the blacksmith Dammon and he's able and willing to help. Also, those two have some real chemistry. I wonder if either or both of them realize it.

Gale needed another magical item today. This time he said it wasn't working to quell his hunger like before. He seemed frightened.

We made it to the goblin camp. I really try not to be racist but goblins are fucking stupid, disgusting, and barbaric.

It looks like the mother owlbear in the cave didn't make it. I found her cub taken captive at the camp and bargained with a goblin woman to set him free. I hope he can find our camp.

Volothamp Geddarm, of all people, was imprisoned by a goblin woman who called him her 'pigeon'. I watched him floundering to come up with a verse in front of an audience of drunk goblins. I spoke with him in camp tonight, and he had 0 interesting things to say and kept constantly talking over me. A classic mansplainer. Never meet your heroes. Not that he is really my hero. His music really isn't my style, and I don't tend to read fairy tales either. He's more like someone I'm obligated to know about in my profession. Still, color me unimpressed.

We found Halsin at the goblin camp, alive and imprisoned. We helped free him and kill his captors. He knew immediately that I was infected, and that my infection was atypical. He's just as good of a healer as the druids claimed. But he can't cure us either. He does, however, know where to find our cure. Moonrise Towers. He asked us to kill the leaders of the goblin camp to protect his grove. Of course we're doing it. Also, why does every ally I make have to be so hot? IT'S VERY DISTRACTING. If I could find allies that are just average looking or even ugly, or like geriatric, or married, that would be fantastic. I hope Halsin is married. Or who knows, maybe we'll hit it off and I can forget about the dude I really like who I've definitely been hitting on that just fucking ignores me anyway.

Shadowheart has been carrying around a strange artifact this whole time. True to form she was very rude when I asked about it a tenday ago, so I ignored it. Until today. It made its way to me somehow while we were in the goblin camp. I finally heard the voice of this Absolute. It showed me a vision of its chosen, said I should aid in their search for a weapon. The power it wields to make us obey is unlike anything I've ever felt or experienced. The artifact protected us somehow.

I met the three leaders of the goblin camp. These 'True Soul' leaders all had parasites. They think I'm their ally because I'm infected. Minthara referred to me as 'grotesque'. She seems highly intelligent and tough as nails. Priestess Gut is a sadist branding everyone she can get her hands on, but not nearly as powerful as she claims to be. Dror Ragzlin is ambitious, and like all ambitious people, his ambition makes him a narrow-minded moron.

So that was yesterday up until being very sick last night in camp. Late last night Lae'zel snuck up behind me while I was sitting on the ground and put a dagger to my throat. She thought we were transforming, and she was ready to kill me, the others, and then herself. I felt her fear and her doubt, and it didn't take much to convince her to stand down. I wasn't positive we weren't transforming, but I also wasn't ready to die or let anyone else be killed over an assumption. We went to sleep after that.

According to a being that came to me in my dreams, I was sick last night because I really was transforming into a mindflayer. Lae'zel was right, but luckily she didn't kill me or anyone else. This guardian guy, a big, strange-looking, half elf male in fancy armor, says he made me better. Told me I needed to wield the power the parasite has granted me, that I had potential and could 'save us all'. Claimed to be my protector, and that he was fighting 'the enemy'. So purposely vague. Another day, another sales pitch. I don't know if I buy it. Perhaps some of it is true. I remain extremely skeptical.

Gale spoke to me this morning about the visitor in his dream, a supposed 'vision of unparalleled beauty and power'. I am truly annoyed that I felt so jealous upon hearing him say so. He confirmed what I'd suspected about mine. It wasn't a real person.

Everyone had the same dream, with a different guardian. Just when I thought shit could not get any weirder.

Today we attacked the goblin camp.

We went after Minthara first, as she is clearly the most dangerous and capable of the three. She was also closest to where Halsin was imprisoned and there was a scrying eye that would have made subterfuge impossible. When I struck what I'm sure everyone thought was the final blow I deliberately knocked her unconscious rather than killing her. I spared her without telling anyone. I thought about how if I did not have this weird entity or that weird box protecting me from the Absolute, I could be just like she is. I could not bring myself to kill her. I made an emotional decision, and I could definitely come to regret it later. Halsin could hate me for what I did. Minthara would likely kill me for what I did. She is Lolth-sworn drow. This would be utterly humiliating for her if she knew. Maybe she won't know though. The others didn't realize what I'd done. We stripped her while she was unconscious like we would have a corpse. I had a parasite in my bag that I nicked off Nettie's table when no one was looking, and I said it came from Minthara. Maybe her being alive can just be a 'miraculous survival'. I'm hoping the Absolute lost its influence there because of all the followers we murdered, and she can get a chance to be free. And this is yet another reason why I feel like I did something truly dumb: I'm not even sure that's how this works. I could have just condemned her to be a mindflayer and doomed many, or failed to make any change at all to her situation (which means she most certainly could get killed outright for her failure as a leader). I can only really hope for the best and live with the consequences of what I've done, whatever they may be.

I'm getting really tired of having to make all these crucial decisions that not only direct my fate, but also the fates of so many others.

When we pulled the tadpoles from Priestess Gut and Dror Ragzlin, the guardian spoke to me in my mind, encouraged me to absorb their potential. I hesitated, but he promised to protect me, so I consumed it. I don't even know where to start in describing the feeling. To put it simply: weird, cold, uncomfortable, but also good. I feel more powerful, and I'm still myself.

Astarion immediately wanted one for himself, put on a cute pouty face and everything. He's so funny. He could have just asked without the theatrics. However, of course I love the theatrics. We made a deal not long after we met that for any locks he picks on chests he can claim the contents for himself. Anything he keeps or gives away is fully at his discretion, and no one gets a say in that. I give him all the tools and kits to pick locks and disarm traps, and he takes care of that for us. That was the deal. When it comes to picking locks and spotting and disarming traps, he's the best I've ever seen. He makes it look easy. Anyway, I'm bringing this up because I noticed the last few chests he's picked locks to open, he's asked the rest of us if we can make use of some of the things he finds. Today he opened a chest with infernal iron and willingly handed it to Karlach. He could have easily stashed it away and not a one of us would have been the wiser. That metal is worth a lot of coin. He's actually becoming a team player. I'm honestly impressed, he continues to surprise me. I thought at first he would be our biggest liability, but the opposite is true. He's proven himself to be our biggest asset. Naturally, I won't tell him that.

We found the way into the heart of the Selûnite temple the goblins were using for their camp. There's a ladder leading down into a chasm, and it's impossible to see the bottom. It's safe to say we found one way into the Underdark. I think I want to keep looking, because that ladder looks so fucking shady. Could just be my thing with heights though. I fucking hate heights.

Halsin suggested we celebrate tonight, rather than get an early start tomorrow. He reassured me our infection would be unlikely to progress spontaneously. He also doesn't know all of us nearly turned just last night. I hope he's right. I thought it could be really fun to let loose a little, and celebrate what turned out to be quite a victory. Saved the grove, saved the tieflings, freed Halsin, dispersed the Absolutists from this region, AND found another potential path for our cure.

When the party began, I wanted to talk to Gale right away if I'm being honest. But I thought, “Let's make him wait until I've spoken with literally everyone else but him. Let's see if he even notices, approaches me, or says anything about it at all when I speak to him”. Decided to test him. So I've barreled right past coping with his constant subtle rejection of me to being conniving to force him to actually reject me directly. You will never hear me proclaim to be mature or graceful, especially in matters of the heart. If he paid any attention at all, he got to watch nearly every single person I talked to either flirt with me or proposition me. I honestly lost count of how many people propositioned me... someone must have put something in the damn wine. I think Halsin and I were the only people not drinking it. I took a swig of Astarion's and spit it out immediately because it was so gross. Anyway... I made Gale think I was coming towards him halfway through making my way around the party, only to let Volo take me by the arm and whisk me right past him. I caught his eye and sent him the sultriest look I could manage without it being campy. Then I made an ass of myself flirting with Halsin. I don't know if Gale even noticed any of it. He probably didn't. The stupid shit I have pulled to try to get this man to acknowledge me...

When I spoke to him, he finally, finally, fucking finally opened up to me some. He talked about how he'd been living with his condition. Until he was kidnapped, he'd been in isolation for a year, maybe more. I was the first person he'd spent any significant amount of time with. He made some self-deprecating remark about leaving his wits and sensitivity behind in his tower. It took every bit of self-control I had not to just pounce on him. Instead I blurted out an 'I like you' sort of confession. But you know, snazzier than that in the moment because hi, it's me. Gave up on the whole 'done being obvious' thing once again and went right back to being obvious.

He paused before saying, 'Wait, are you...' and then he interrupted himself. Said something about how he'd clearly had too much wine and I not enough... and then proceeded to tell me that getting excited is a bad idea for him because of his condition. 'A conversation best held back for now.'

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGH.

Boy I will prepare a fucking dragon's hoard of magical items for you to consume continuously while we lie together if that's what it takes. I am so frustrated. I want to have this explained to me in a way that actually makes sense. He's fucking hiding something. Something huge. And until now, I was too much of a lovesick puppy to see it. I had to have it thrown in my face for me to notice.

I'm starting to feel like I'm being played. I'm pissed.

So naturally I spend the night with someone else I like. Karlach. And then I friend-zoned her. I said yes to her earlier tonight because I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I was going to do. Worse yet, she wasn't the only person I strung along last night. And why would I do that to someone who would hang the moon for me, who has only ever been kind to me, who is probably the coolest person I've ever met and will ever meet? After all, aren't I the hero goody-two-shoes people pleasing sweet lovely little doll-faced creature everyone thinks I am? I'll tell you exactly why. Because deep down, I'm a fucking asshole, and now I'm getting exactly what I deserve for it. I feel like absolute shit about tonight, and I will for a long time. Probably forever. My guilt and shame are endless.

These are the exact reasons why I always end up alone.

I know I've been emotionally circling the drain for an entire page of writing now. I need to go to bed.

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