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#my poor little bard
this-potato · 3 months
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So, we are told that Cacofonix lay under the heavy menhir and could not move for HOURS until the banquet was over?!?!?!?
Don't you think this is too fucking cruel?!?
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What the fuck is wrong with these villagers?!?!
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mothmore · 4 months
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do you think victor frankenstein is more mage of light or more bard of doom
oh god robo you threw a tough one at me ,,,,
my initial instinct tells me that victor’s aspect is light because of its main association with knowledge , of course. and him being a mage makes sense because he knows how smart he is and ends up able to get to where he wants by manipulating that knowledge. but. there’s also the association with luck in the light aspect. which. i cant in good conscience say that victor manipulates (or even has) good luck throughout the book ,,,,, even if a mage still takes on the negative effects of their aspects. there’s just. he’s not benefiting from knowledge or luck ultimately.
i think bard of doom is more fitting for him. 
while i wouldnt inherently call his destruction/fate passive… it was unintentional , which works pretty well with a bard. everything he does somehow fucks shit up worse. AND there is the added bonus w doom aspect being that he does sorta have a dream of doom with his dream about elizabeth and caroline right after brining The Creation to life ,,,,
frankenstein also is just. the story is a tragedy. things end poorly. victor , and everyone around him , is doomed because of his actions. so i would say with some confidence i would call victor a bard of doom
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cxldblxxded · 9 months
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today in bg3 i had the rogue throw a healing potion on my bard while he was downed bc i thought it would heal him. it in fact did not and instead had the opposite effect, doing damage that killed him. bard later in a different scenario accidentally turned around and shot the rogue in the face bc i was trying to switch to him on the turn tracker but forgot to cancel my crossbow attack first.
they had more gay sex that night
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kimmkitsuragi · 2 months
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everyone: disgusted and/or shocked
astarion: the happiest he's been in the last 200 years
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bg3adventurestuff · 6 months
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4, 14, 16 for whoever you’d like to answer for!
I'M DOING TWO. BC WRAITH AND SKAIA ARE DIFFERENT WEIRDOS HERE I GUESS BUT I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM BOTH OWO
Skaia Stuff:
4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?
Probably in the wacky forest/bog whatever that Ethel has going on tbh. He just. He'd be trying to figure out what in the hell he's supposed to do with himself and pushing to just... find information. Ethel seems to have info, of some sort, so why not? Might even find him IN her hut. Or just outside of it psyching himself up to talk to her. Trying not to overthink it and make a mess of himself. He has one real mission aside from find a way to survive-- get back to Sylvas
14: What hobbies does your Tav have?
Art and books. He just. Arts and crafts feelings are everywhere. He likes reading and he likes having his hands busy, so he'll make little daisy chains and just Vibe like that. Mostly the reading though. It gives him an excuse to be away from other people. People who might be Unhappy with him and that he doesn't want to provoke.
16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn?
All of them is a cop-out but he does so dearly love everything Scary. It might honestly be Intellect Devourers. Bc of Us. He loves that little aberrant creature so much.
WRAITH STUFF:
4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?
Ngl-- probably the House of Hope. Raphael's space. Probably either in need of being rescued or simply gifted as a tag-along as a fulfillment of his contract with the Devil. Information on his love's whereabouts and how to find them in exchange for a Small Favour. Which could conceivably be 'follow these people, they are very interesting'.
14: What hobbies does your Tav have?
MUSIC. And murder. And anything performance wise tbh. He's a musician and a storyteller with a silver tongue and all the skill of a bard who's spent AGES entertaining with his whole heart. As though each performance is his last. His violin and flute are constant companions, as is his complete lack of impulse control.
Fun hobbies, if you can handle the occasional dip into 'definitely seems like a serial killer' territory.
16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn?
Displacer Beast. Half because he BECOMES one and he do v much love he wild shape form in that djdjsjdj.
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ibijau · 6 months
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Going from having a narrator like Romilly, to someone like Bard in the next novel, is... an experience
that man is complete trash, I hate the way he thinks about everything and especially about women. And his power to force women to 'consent' to sex is brilliantly disgusting, especially when he refuses to see a difference between that and real consent. I can't deny I'm 1. super intrigued about the space twin thing mentioned in the prologue and 2. super curious to see if that piece of shit will really be rewarded by life, or if I will have the delicious pleasure of seeing him destroyed by his own faults
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froggyfriendart · 2 years
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The lullabye did nothing to soothe the tension in your shoulders, and yet, the words were all you remembered how to say.
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Look at my poor little meow meow
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snep-arts · 2 years
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my DnD character Merry Chains
these have been gathering for a while so
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got our gang to do an all Bard run and we are only taking Astarion. We threw a lyre at him. Time to insult our way to the top.
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traaanskimkitsuragi · 4 months
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tavs/durges <3
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durzarya · 8 months
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Listen I'm still in Act 1 in Baldur's Gate I am on okay standing with my boy Astarion (only okay because I am playing as a goody two shoes and he is not appreciating it but still like me yeey). And the sudden proposition from Karlach and Gale sure as hell surprised me. Mostly Karlach because sweetie you've only been here for like a hot minute what????? How did that happen. And Gale was obvious and I love him but it took me by surprise how high his approval was. Like I don't even bring you to that many places dear. Only if we need shit like utility. We have enough glass canon as it is.
(like rip us we stumbled into several situations where it was Astarion acting as a god damned tank)
(Shadowheart's spiritual weapon has been working double time)
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yandere-daydreams · 2 months
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Title: Illuminated.
Pairing: Yandere!Apollo x Reader (Greek Mythology).
Word Count: 1.0k.
TW: Stalking, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, No Specified Gender For The Reader But They Are A Hunter Of Artemis, and Implied Kidnapping.
[Commissioned Piece. Donate To Palestinians In Gaza Here.]
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“You, my love, are the poet’s demise.”
You stiffened at the sound of his melodic voice, shrinking into yourself before thinking better of taking on such a mouse-like posture and straightening. Still, you failed to stop yourself from crossing your arms over your chest, pulling your knees up and hoping beyond hope that the silvery water would be enough to hide your form from his unfaltering stare. You thought it’d be safer to bathe at night, apart from your sisters, when the softened moonlight protected you from his burning gaze, but you’d been naïve to think that any hour could be late enough to spare you haven. During the day, you lived under the burning gaze of his blazing chariot, busied yourself with shooting down hawks and ravens carrying gifts in their beaks, and at night, he had no burdens to keep him from closing the distance between you using less... ancillary methods.
“I’m afraid you must be mistaken, my lord.” You forced yourself to laugh, glancing over your shoulder. Sure enough, Apollo stood on the river’s opposing bank, his tanned skin nearly radiant in the darkness. If the sight of him hadn’t brought you such dread, you might’ve thought him beautiful. “As of late, my aim’s been so poor that I can hardly call myself a stag’s demise, let alone a man’s.”
You were quick to look away from him, but you could still hear his gentle hum, picture the way his lips would lilt upward as he shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s deathly true,” he went on, taking a step forward. The water rushed to part as he stepped where it had once been, and in turn, you scrambled for the robes you’d left on the shore, barely managing to pull the ashen cloth around yourself before Apollo came to stand in front of you, his light quickly doing away with what little protection the shadows offered. It was only after you were haphazardly dressed that you considered it might be considered an affront to hide any part of yourself from divinity, but the worry was quickly forgotten. It was only natural to want to create yet another barrier between you and him. Even insects knew to run from their betters. “For even the most talented bard would struggle beyond words to describe your beauty. They could be chained to their desk for an eternity, study under the Muses’ own tutelage, and still be unable to write a single line.”
He held out a hand to you, but you pretended not to realize he meant for you to take it. “You’re far too kind. If you have a message for Lady Artemis, there’s no need to bribe me with such—”
“My love,” he cut in, his smile unwavering. “If I had any desire to speak to my sister, your help would not be necessary.”
“A prophecy concerning our next hunt, then? If there’s something we mustn’t do, I ought to get the Huntmaster, she’ll—”
“My love.” You felt your throat tighten, your mouth go dry. “Although your voice is sweeter than honey and lovelier than birdsong, I’ll admit – I do find myself rather irritated when it’s used to employ such thinly veiled excuses. Any more, and I might think it better to encase your tongue in gold. At least, then, I might have something charming to admire while you lie to me.” His fingers grazed over your jaw as he moved to cup your cheek. It was not a gesture you had the luxury of ignoring. “You know why I have come here.”
Oh, how you wished you’d gone with your sisters.
“I… I can’t, my lord.” Unlike his, your voice was perfectly capable of trembling, of shaking, of plummeting into the sort of jarring, unsteady downward inflections that would’ve been the death of any proper storyteller. “My vows are to Lady Artemis, and—” It was your turn to smile, now, to lilt your head to the side apologetically. “—she’d never forgive me if I broke them. Especially with you.”
For the first time, his good humor seemed to ebb, giving way to not anger, but a melancholy sort of disappointment. “I suppose you’re right,” he relented, his golden glow dimming ever so slightly. Suddenly, it did not hurt quite so unbearably to look at him. “It’s a terrible thing. Me and my sister never did learn to share.”
Relief nearly managed to overshadow your revulsion. “I really am sorry. My desire is not to insult you, but—”
This time, when he interrupted you, it was not with a teasing remark, a nectar-dipped pet name, the vague implication of an affection he expected you to return. Rather, there was a sudden brightness in his golden eyes, a sharpened point to his smile, and then, his lips were pressed into yours. The kiss was shallow, but lingering, and when you tried to draw back, the hand on your cheek kept you firmly in place – his hold not crushing, but steadfast, resolute. His unoccupied arm wrapped around your waist, his hand finding its place at the small of your back as he sapped the last of the breath from your lungs. It was only when your palms pressed into his chest, your blunt nails burrowing into his bare skin in a silent plea for air, that he pulled back. Panting and flushed, you made a desperate effort to pull away, to escape back to your encampment, back to your sisters, back to your goddess, but he only cooed, his bowstring calloused fingertips fanning over your cheek.
“Such a terrible thing,” he muttered, and you considered, briefly, that you might’ve been the first mortal to realize just how wretched his voice truly was.
“How fortunate it is, then, that you’ve caught the attention of such a selfish admirer.”
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bedoballoons · 5 months
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Don't know if you take crack requests. What if reader thought the guys were females but find out they were actually a dude.
Venti, Lyney, Tighnari, Kaveh
You can add another of your choosing
I take every request I think as long as it's not pedophilia/incest/ or anything with animals/mobs!
This idea had me laughing!! Oh my gosh! I won't lie I thought Venti and Kaveh were females the first time I saw them! I also kept confusing Lyney with Lynette 😭 I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!
─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂
{༻~Finally now it's all making sense~༺}
CW: Fluffy! Characters get a little embarrassed cause the reader thinks they are a girl!
(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Venti!)
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𑁍༄Lyney:
"You must be thinking of my sister...Lynette?" Lyney chuckled shyly, finding his heart racing and his cheeks flushed. You were extremely cute in his eyes and you'd just complimented him on his magic tricks...if only you hadn't called him miss.
"Oh no I'm talking about you! You're assistant was wonderful as well, but you truly wowed the crowd!"
"Well I thank you for your words of praise, I'm afraid I have to correct you. I'm not a girl haha"
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, I should go now. I'm so sorry."
"No please, I'd like to talk to you more. Perhaps I could show you a few more magic tricks!"
𑁍༄Tighnari:
"Excuse me Ms.? Do you happen to know the best medicine for a migraine? I've heard you're good with medications and even make some?" You tapped the fennec foxes shoulder, hoping she could help you with the painful headaches you'd been experiencing.
"Ms.?" He turned towards you and upon hearing his voice you instantly realized your mistake...
"Mr.! I'm so sorry, I didn't- I shouldn't have just assumed!"
"It's alright, it could have been far worse. You could have called me a furry."
𑁍༄Kaveh:
"Hi, sorry if this is strange, but as I walked by I noticed your sketches and I just wanted to say they are beautiful ma'am" You shyly stood a bit away from him, hoping that he wouldn't find your compliment to forward...if only you'd known that was the least of your problems.
"Thank you, but I'm sorry, did you just call me ma'am? Did Alhaitham put you up to this?"
Your face went beet red, embarrassment playing on your features, "I don't know who that is and I sincerely apologise!"
"Oh no I'm sorry, I shouldn't have accused you of working with Alhaitham. He's my roommate and...and you probably don't need to know that." He looks away from you feeling flustered, "Can we start over?"
𑁍༄Venti:
"Ehhh, what did you call me?" Venti scratched the back of his neck, cheeks turning crimson as you chuckled sweetly...it would have been cute really,...if only you hadn't just referred to him as miss.
"I called you miss! Oh I'm sorry is it Mrs.?"
The poor bard sighed, wondering why so many people assumed the wrong gender...did he really look that much like a girl? "Aha, actually it's neither! I'm a boy."
"...I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have assumed!!"
"It's alright, happens more often then you think..."
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧
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yanderehsr · 7 months
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((My I request for Yandere Tighnari, Venti, lyney, Freminet and Wanderer finding out there darling isn't really into short guys to much for like a brother They're more into someone bigger, taller and stronger like Itto, Alhaitham, Nevillete, Zhongli))
Since I only do max 4 characters per post I removed Lyney, hope that's okay with you.
Hope you'll enjoy😄
Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping, Murder
Tighnari: You wouldn't be able to see any hurt on the outside, he is good at keeping composure but trust me, he is really close to breaking down right now and just kidnapping you, the only reason he isn't is because others are around right now, he will try to explain to you that he isn't your brother, he is your future mate you can't just cheat on him
Will glare at Alhaitham any time he gets the chance, Tighnari was already jealous of his height but now he is even more jealous, he knows that he can't suddenly get taller so he does the second best thing, he drugs you under the pretense of drinking tea and brings you to his hut, he can't let his mate still think that you aren't made for him.
"How are you doing, do you have any strange side effects... good then let's talk about our future, I got kinda mad about your cheating but let's put that behind us now"
Venti: Nonononononono, this can't be happening, this was supposed to be his happy ending, where he and you could be together forever until the end of time, but not only do you just see him as a brother, you also like Diluc. It just hurts him so much that you can't see him as a boyfriend just cus he isn't tall enough.
Venti isn't having this, you must be his, he doesn't know how he would live without you, you are like an oasis for a man dying of thirst, you will wake up to Venti hugging you in your bed as he breathes in your scent, this is how it should be, he wonders how long it will take for someone to notice where Diluc is.
"So my little songbird, let's try this again, I love you more than anything, more than Mondstadt and it's people, wont you accept this poor bard and become mine, choose the right answer this time, love"
Freminet: He feels hurt, he also feels like crying but he doesn't want you to see him like that, so weak and emotional, he wants to tell you that he isn't your brother, he already has brothers and he knows what he feels for you isn't like that, it's love, pure raw love.
Freminet grits his teeth whenever he sees Neuvillette, it was because of him that he got rejected, oh how he wished that he could kill him, but he knows he isn't strong enough, oh how he wished he was a bit taller, a bit stronger just for you, and oh how he wished you would stop trying to escape as you are chained down to his bed.
"You are just so cruel, why can't you just love me like I am, why must you only like taller people. Well it doesn't matter now, you are mine now, my love"
Wanderer: He looks at you in betrayal, it took a lot for him to admit his feelings for you, and what is this he hears, that you only view him as a brother. But you know what, he isn't your brother, he is your partner, your love, your eternity, don't think this will change that.
Wanderer when he hears how you feel for Alhaitham will scoff, to think you are so shallow to only want to date taller people, he must've corruped your sweet mind, but no worries, he is sure that when you see Alhaitham's severed head you will snap out of such foolishness and embrace him, just like how it should be.
"Stop looking at him, he is already dead and nothing will change that, look at me instead and say you love me... SAY IT RIGHT NOW, I need to hear it, please"
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tcustodisart · 2 months
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Connecticut Tav | Wood Half-Elf | Beast Master Ranger
So, this is my sheet for @bareee's @tav-dex. Went a little overboard and made a whole ass character sheet (man the last time I made one of those was so long ago). I want to write something about my cringe boy so. Buckle up because it's going to be long and poorly written (I suck at writing).
One edit because I'm a dummy, his alignment is neutral good not true neutral idk why I did that.
He was born and raised in his mom's and step-dad's tavern called Crow's Perch (not as fancy as Elf Song but in a different category as Blushing Mermaid)(the tavern thing is just for the sake of a joke that the most popular drink they serve is called 'Connecticut Water'). He has an older brother, who's a bard. Despite the description for Urchin background ("After surviving a poor and bleak childhood") he had a happy childhood, filled with love and support. The two brothers treated the whole Lower City as their playground: breaking into places just for fun, pick pocketing nobles, climbing Wyrm's Rock Fortress etc.
His love for beasts and creatures of any kind comes from the stories told by his step-dad (both him and Tav's mom are retired adventurers). Step dad was the one who told Tav about Darkmaw the Wicked *wink wink*.
At one point he got tired of the city life and decided he wanted to become a ranger. After successfully fulfilling some contracts he became so confident of his skills he tried to build a trap all by his own. The trap exploded right into his face (he himself has no idea how it didn't kill him or damaged his eyes). After that he was sulking in his hunting hut for a month. The experience humbled the boy. Most of his adventuring prior to the nautiloid could just be boiled down to hanging around one village and talking local boars out of destroying potato fields, and occasionally getting rid of poachers.
Before the abduction he was on his way to Baldur's Gate to see his family (which he hasn't seen in months).
Trivia (because it's easier to write stuff this way):
His hair started to go grey at the start of Act 3 from the weight of responsibility and stress.
In Act 1 he was corresponding with his family thanks to Faust. After entering The Underdark he stopped sending letters (In Underdark because it would be hard, in Act 2 because he didn't want the bird to be killed by Shadow Curse).
Despite being close to his family in Act 3, he didn't visit them or send any messages in fear that Gortash and/or Orin would hurt them.
He carries with him a razor and some fancy oils for his beard.
His brother wrote one ballad about him, soon after that Tav forbid him from writing more (it was very much not accurate).
His step-dad taught him how to fight with a sword, while his mom taught him archery and the art of stealth.
Tav's biological father died when he was very young so he has barely any memory of him.
Tav's a walking Merlin app, he can identify any bird by just listening to it.
He loves climbing trees. Either to rest on a branch or to scout the surroundings.
He loves picking up herbs and making potions.
Despite growing up in a tavern he's not much of a drinker.
He's very self-conscious about his height and chest-to-belly area. He tries his best not to show it.
At one point he was persona non grata at Sharess' Caress.
He enjoys fishing.
Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington is a name of his childhood plush.
He knows how to play lanceboard (he often plays against Gale and tries to teach it to Wyll).
He draws in his journal. He drew all of his companions at least once.
He almost cried when Jaheira called him 'cub' and almost called her 'mom' in response.
He's scared of Lae'zel. But tries his best to understand and help her.
He had countless heart-to-hearts with Karlach.
In his journal he described Astarion as 'his equal on the battlefield'.
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