#silk town spawn

[froggyfroo-art]

It's International Bat Appreciation Day today, so I figured I'd draw a particularly unappreciated bat (Rogelio) with the one person that appreciates him the most - his baby sister, Iridián :3

Just a bit of context - Rogelio was sixteen when his little sister was born, and as he's currently 22 in the comic, Iridián is six here. Before he found work in his 20s, he did the majority of the childcare while his parents were working, and he still makes time to take her to and from school and hangs out with her when he can. Also unrelated but the uniform and school bag are based on the ones I had when I was in primary school :3 (This won't doxx me because bottle green is an alarmingly common colour for school uniforms in the UK)

#silk town spawn #international bat appreciation day #bats #sts rogelio #artists on tumblr #my art #common pipistrelle #original work #cartoon #cute #cartoon illustration #digital art #illustration #csp #clip studio paint #digital illustration #character illustration #comic characters #sts iridián #my ocs #anthro #furry art #sfw furry

[bloodlust-1]

The Consort ₊⁺જ⁀➴

NSWF | Explicit 18+ | Angst | Blood | Ascended Astarion | Spawn Tav | Dark | Smut | Trauma | Stockholm Syndrome | Violence

Ascended Astarion x fem Tav

Chapter: 4 | Revengeful Eyes

Summary: In a tumultuous tale of love, power, and betrayal, Tav finds herself entangled in a complex relationship with Astarion, a heartless vampire lord who will stop at nothing to maintain control over his newfound spawn. As Tav witnesses Astarion’s transformation and descent into darkness, their love is put to the ultimate test amidst love triangles, drama, and the pursuit of world domination. Redemption seems like an elusive goal while Tav grapples with the realization of who her lover has truly become.

UPDATED EVERY MONDAY

Notes: Why even listen to myself when the post button exists? Did a poll and here we are now yaay.

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Lovely photo by @aristenfromwarsaw

Astarion and Tav arrived at the grand ball, turning heads as they entered the room. Astarion was dressed in a finely red and black tailored jacket and trousers.

Everything about him was perfect, including his partner.

His eyes scanned the crowd with a confident air. Tav was wearing the red dress that Astarion had made for her, the fitted silk red dress with a slit up one leg and draped sleeves that accentuated her figure.

Tav excitedly clutched Astarion’s arm as they made their way through the crowd of guests. Many of them were nobles or rich families with influence. Some even recognized Tav and gave their respects.

It feels weird to be somewhat of a town celebrity.

Tav wore her hair down and adorned with beads and jewelry. She noticed she didn't look like anyone really. From her wide-set pale eyes to Tav's rounded features, she not only looked different but acted like it too. Of course, the ballroom scene was completely foreign to a girl who grew up in the woods.

Astarion twirled Tav around, eyeing every curve the dress hung off of. He was proud of his work. Both dress and spawn, are crafted so beautifully.

“Over there, see the couple in the corner?” Astarion chimed, nodding towards a noble couple near the throne. “That’s a noble couple from Waterdeep, super rich and political. Word has it they’re quite the swingers, if you catch my drift.”

The gossip was hot, steamy even. Astarion knew so much about people who knew so little about him. It was great.

Tav’s eyes widened in shock, practically breaking her neck to get a glimpse of them. “Really? I had no idea,” she whispered with a gasp.

Astarion chuckled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about these nobles, my dear. But don’t worry, social climbing could get you worthy blackmail information on dirty royalty names.”

"I bet." Tav scrunched her lips to the side, "Have you been making any moves? I know you wanted to grow influence, but I'm not sure if world domination is really worth it...Look what happened to the Netherbrain."

"Tch, it'll be all worth it when we can control everything. Think about it, to live freely with anything at your fingertips. Just say the words and it'll be yours." He then glared down at Tav and halted, "You think people will treat you fairly when they know what we are? Blood-sucking monsters."

A monster. Is this what he thinks I am?

Tav shook her head, "That's not true - we're heroes! They'll accept us."

His voice dripped with sarcasm, "Love, please. You act like you've been a vampire for 200 years. Not everyone is like you, so stop being delusional."

Astarion's arms crossed over his chest, his fingers tapping impatiently against his biceps. He let out a loud, exasperated sigh, "I'm doing this for us. This conversation is now over." He pitied and hated her delusional optimism.

Just then, a woman in a black gown caught Astarion’s eye. She was tall and slender, with brown hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She walked between the couple before presenting herself to Astarion, her eyes filled with intrigue.

The woman faced him with a sly smile, not even acknowledging Tav. “Well, well, well,” she teased. “If it isn’t Astarion himself. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And what have you heard?”

The woman leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I know who you are, Astarion. And I know what you’re capable of. I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed. “Go on,” he tilted his head, intrigued.

"Not here." The woman's blue eyes fell on Tav with a dismissive look, "And not in front of her."

Astarion eyes met with Tav's and he nodded, "Amuse yourself, I'll be right back."

Tav furrowed her brows. Why couldn't she be there? What did this woman want and what did she know? "But -"

"I said make yourself amused." Astarion cut her words before excusing himself, walking to the furthest corner they could find.

Tav felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched Astarion walk away with this random attractive woman. She couldn’t help but feel left out, but she knew better than to interfere with Astarion’s propositions.

Tav was standing alone near the spiked punch bowl and it was crowded with fancy-looking people all trying to impress each other. She held her cup out in front of her with uncertainty.

Why would he not allow me to stay? She's really pretty too. What the fuck.

Tav was completely zoned out, frozen, and barely blinking between her rapid thoughts.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle hand on her arm and a warm, confident voice, “Let me help you with that.”

It was a man, tall, fair, with sharp features, and long brown hair. He poured the punch into her cup, his movements steady and confident. Tav listened to the sound of the liquid filling her cup, and then his eyes locked onto hers with a wry look, “Are you here alone tonight?”

Before Tav could answer he had already continued, "If so then what a damn shame. To leave a lady like you alone to fend for herself." He rolled his eyes.

huh?

"To fend for myself...? What the hell are you talking about?"

A questionable look crossed his face, "Aren't you blind?"

Tav’s eyes widened as her lips parted with a shocked scuff. “I’m not blind,” she said with extra emphasis on the 'not'.

Clearly embarrassed, his started stumbling over his words in desperation. “I-I’m soo sorry,”

“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that your eyes… they’re so pale, and I couldn’t help but notice you were spaced out.” Again, his eyes seemed to lock onto Tav's as he brought his face closer, inspecting her white irises. This time, it made her heart race from his prying eyes, this random stranger.

Tav lifted an eyebrow in surprise, feeling her cheeks flush at his sudden attentiveness. “Oh,” she said softly. “Well, thank you.” She took a step back.

Should I even be saying thank you right now?

The man smiled and shook his head, still looking sheepish. “No, I’m the one who should be thanking you. I’m Ross, by the way.” He reached out and took her hand in his, shaking it gently with a warm smile.

Tav glared at him with uncertainty, but she tried to relax a little. “Nice to meet you, Ross,” She could feel the warmth of his hand in hers, and she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was.

She snapped out of it and pulled away her hand with a tug. Tav stared at Ross one last time before turning a heel and walking away.

"Wait - !" Ross followed Tav and waved his hand, "You never answered my question."

Tav stopped mid-stride and turned her head. He huffed out a breath and smiled at her, again. "Are you here alone tonight?"

Plainly, "I'm not."

"Ah - same. I came here with my sister. She seemly disappeared somewhere in the crowd though." Ross looked in the crowd and then, he saw her.

His face faded from concentration into a smile, "There she is. Over there in the black dress." Ross pointed to a woman.

It was the same woman who had walked away with Astarion.

Okay. Now I'm interested.

"Is that so...Is there a reason why you guys are attending tonight's party?" Tav looked back at the woman and then back to Ross. They resembled each other’s sharp features.

Ross shifted uncomfortably under Tav’s gaze, his cheeks flushing slightly. “No specific reason, like everyone else of course. Just a guy looking for a good time.”

Tav stared at him questionably.

Ross gasped at the realization, "In good company and conversation I mean! N-Nothing else, I promise."

He mumbled under his breath, "Shit, I know that didn't sound right."

Tav chuckled to herself as he crumbled in front of her. Ross seemed like one of those gentle giants, very friendly with a heart on his sleeve.

“I - uh, never got your name?” Ross finally managed to ask.

Casually Tav spoke, "Natavia. But everyone calls me Tav."

“Tav?” Ross’s eyes widened in recognition. “Like the hero of Baldur’s Gate Tav?”

Tav chuckled softly at the comparison. “More or less…”

"Wow - It's a pleasure! I knew something was different about you. I could tell you hold weapons. A bow is it..?"

"How'd you know?" Tav tilted her head, her eyes narrowing in comparison.

"I could feel the calluses on your fingertips, especially your middle finger."

"What! Really?" Tav quickly shot up her hands and stared hard at her fingertips with a flustered face.

Ross was right, there were many little indents between her skin and she looked up at him with a shocked expression. Why have I never noticed this?

"It's not a bad thing. I'm sure you're very skilled at it, killing the netherbrain and all, little hero."

"Little?" Tav scoffed, feeling a little defensive but entertained.

Ross playfully waved his hand from side to side with a chuckle. "Just in height." He joked with Tav as if she were a long-time friend. It was weird but also felt nice. It wasn't often Tav really got to make new friends under Astarion's watch.

Finally, from across the room, Astarion's eyes landed on Tav, who was chuckling with Ross. Astarion’s gaze immediately turned cold and devilish, and Tav noticed the change in his expression. She turned her head to look at him, and their eyes met.

Shit.

Tav’s laughter came to an abrupt halt as she met Astarion’s gaze. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw the look on his face. It was as if he was sizing her up, analyzing every inch of her. Tav crossed her arms and huffed in annoyance.

This is so stupid. He couldn't be mad at me when he was the one who left to talk to some random girl.

Ross watched Tav with confusion. He matched Tav's stares with Astarion and he spoke up, “Is everything alright Tav?” he said with a forced chuckle.

Tav rolled her eyes, “It's just my boyfriend, he's being moody.”

Ross’s face fell at Tav’s words. He looked genuinely shocked with wide eyes. He scratched his head nervously and tried to laugh it off. “Oh, I see,” he said weakly, forcing a smile onto his face. “Well, I had no idea..."

Ross began to nervously swallow and wet his lips between exchanged words. Almost as if what Tav said really uneased him.

Strange.

"I take it you're not a local From Waterdeep." Ross's words snapped Tav out of her head and she shook her head 'no.'

"I'm from a remote village way South of here, but I live in Baldur's Gate if that's what you meant...What about you?"

Ross nodded, listening to her smooth voice, "I'm from a tribe, but I've moved on from sheltered woods, my home is in Baldur's Gate too. Me and my sister, Rosaline, been moving around lately."

"Oh, why?"

Ross chuckled, the look in his eyes seemed panicked, but his body language remained relaxed and loose, "Just looking for what sticks…So! If you’re ever looking for someone to talk to back home, I’m always at the Blushing Mermaid. It’s lika second home.”

Astarion’s frown deepened as he watched the exchange between Tav and Ross. But he kept his emotions in check, hiding them behind a cold, impassive mask. He knew that he couldn’t let his feelings get the best of him in public.

He completely left the woman, Rosaline, to herself as he made his way over to Tav.

Astarion pulled Tav close to him, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. “Tav,” he teased, his voice low and husky, “Let us dance.”

Tav looked up at him, surprised but pleased. “Of course, Astarion,” her eyes crinkled with a wry smile.

Astarion glared coldly at Ross as he led Tav onto the dance floor. Ross returned the glare with a dirty look of his own. But Astarion had no time to worry about Ross now, as he pulled Tav close and rested his hand on her waist.

As they began to waltz around the room, Astarion couldn’t take his eyes off of Tav. He admired her beauty, her grace, and the way she moved with him, apart from Tav's occasional missteps. But even as they danced, Astarion couldn’t shake the feeling that Ross was watching them. And every time he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, he felt a twinge of anger and resentment.

Who the fuck is this guy.

I'll give him something to see.

Determined to claim Tav’s attention for himself, Astarion stopped dancing and pulled her into a deep kiss. He bit down on her lower lip, causing it to bleed. When he pulled away, Tav winced as she touched her bottom lip and stared at her bloody fingertips.

Her eyes glossed over from the sharp pain, and she stared at Astarion in disbelief. Why would he do something like this now?

“I’m sorry,” Astarion clicked his tongue, though he didn’t sound sorry at all. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Tav looked at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. She didn't know how to feel - embarrassed, upset, special, or seduced? She wasn't sure...maybe a mix of it all.

Before Tav could reply, he had already sucked the blood off her bottom lip shamelessly to whoever watched.

From the corner of Astarion's eye, he could see Ross in the near distance behind Tav, shaking his head with a disapproving face. He reveled in this moment of dominance, and mentally laughed at this random stranger who seemingly stared at Tav a little too much.

That serves him right.

The night continued and Tav could only smile and wave every time she crossed paths with Ross that night. Though it always felt a bit strange considering his sister, Rosaline was always attached to his hip, arms crossed and eyes that were like she was trying to cipher out a code with each movement they took. It was uncomfortable.

ROSS'S POV

Rosaline nudged Ross’s side with her elbow, “Why do you keep looking at them.” She shot him a questioning glance, her eyes searching for answers.

Ross pulled away from Rosaline, his brows clearly in an annoyed furrow, “Stop it.” He shifted his gaze away, avoiding her stares.

“You’re so annoying.” Rosaline brushed him off with a cold shoulder. “Did you at least get any good information out of her?” She then crossed her arms.

“Does it really matter?” Ross avoided making eye contact with Rosaline.

Tav, this new hero stuck with someone like him. Poor girl.

“Yes. it does fucking matter.” Rosaline’s voice rose slightly. She was just above a whisper with anger seething out her lips.

But Ross stood firm and calm, “Listen, Rosaline…We should really just move on from this.”

He didn't want to cause a scene so publicly or have anyone overhear them arguing.

Rosaline shook her head in disbelief and her eyes glossed over with disappointment, “I can’t even believe you right now.”

She scuffed, “Are you fucking serious - Tell me you’re fucking with me right now...”

Ross's voice went soft slightly as he sighed, “No. There’s innocent people involved in this and they don’t deserve to be.”

“What - the girl? Who cares, some innocents were taken from us!” She continued to lash out at him in an angered whisper. “He stole our brother - He was just a child, we all were! If you feel so damn heartfelt for them then maybe it should’ve been you!” The air hung heavy and her pain was palpable.

“It just feels wrong.” Ross’s voice wavered slightly, uncertainty creeping into his head.

“You have no loyalty, you’re despicable.”

“I do have loyalty.” Ross’s voice hardened, and he finally stared back at his sister with anger in his eyes.

Rosaline had a face of nothing but disgust for her brother, “Then act like it.”

Next part here

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

CHARACTER SPREAD-SHEET

TAV, ROSS, ROSALINE

I made this with Artbreeder to try and visualize these new characters as I write and wanted to share. These siblings are so gorgeous AHH.

LOOK AT TAV. breathtaking. But I imagine her with locs, which are kinda visible? AI is not perfect but it's a pretty good generalization of her :') Ross reminds me of Flint Rider.

But a little cliffhanger. I wonder what they're talking about? Hmm. See ya next week

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[thecampjuicebox]

Just in time for Halloween, a loose interpretation of a lovely request from @xxevilbunnyxxsblog! I hope I do this idea justice, as I've been having a lot of trouble with the original concept that was requested. It's been brewing in my mind for a few days now. Certainly taking some creative liberties here, but it should be good (hopefully). Here we go, this is a long one.

Aeterna Amantes

Pairing: Astarion x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: Angst, fluff, biting, very brief usage of a dagger, teasing, mutual pining, possessive dom Ascended Astarion x newly turned spawn sub Tav

The slender branches of baren trees rustle in the night air above your head, full moon casting a faint white light over the tired city. A shiver rumbles the vertebrae in your spine. Gods, it's frigid. Your brain fizzes in excitement as you slowly approach the castle nestled just outside the upper city, fingers wiggling in your black lace gloves. It's been 5 years since you've last seen him. 5 years of agonizing want. Worry. Astarion's ascension had driven a wedge between the two of you that seemingly nothing could remove. His arrogance, his lust for power, how easily he cast you out of the palace. The visions of that day still sting in your ears. You had challenged his decision to make you one of his spawn. Begged for there to be another way. You loved him, and he, you. But that wasn't enough for him. He longed for eternity. Something you were entirely too hesitant to give him. You had fallen ill in the castle, barely hanging on to the fragile thread of life. He prepositioned you that very night. Offered you an immediate cure. When you denied him, he became a different person. He spat, he ranted and raved. Oh, how he yelled at you. Pointed towards the door and bared his fangs to threaten you. Told you to leave or he'd kill you right in your shared bed chamber. Your heart aches in your chest at the memory and you blink hot tears away from the corners of your eyes.

Whispers of the extravagant event had circulated around the town, every high lord and lady enthralled with the preparations of it all. The wealthiest members on the Sword Coast planned to travel into the city. It was a shock when the invitation arrived to your home. The post master joked with you about the fancy gold seal on the letter and you rolled your eyes, fully expecting some pompous letter outlining how big of a mistake you had made by defying the vampire Lord back then. You opened it with trembling fingers, the words seeming to bounce right off of the parchment and read themselves in Astarion's voice. A voice you'd hoped you had forgotten by now.

"Dearest Tav,

It is with great pleasure that I ask you to accompany me to my Liar's Night Masquerade. You will come, won't you? Arrive adorned in your finest silks and lace for I would expect, nor accept, anything less from you. I do request you wear that gown I had made for you all those years ago. The one that hugs your delicious curves and accentuates your beauty the way no artist or canvas has ever been able to. You look truly captivating in it and I miss the sight of you twirling around the halls, your hair swirling around you like the dark embrace of the very shadows we dwell in. Do not forget your mask. It is all part of the fun, after all. Find me in the ballroom once you arrive, we have much to discuss. I shall see you on the 30th night of Marpenoth. I will be awaiting your correspondence, my love.

Signed,

Lord Astarion Ancunin."

Now, the night has arrived. You'd spent ages getting ready, making sure each curl in your hair was perfect. Taking care that each ruffle and seam on your expensive gown would be to the vampire's liking. Not once did you stop to consider.. Why did it matter so much? Truth be told, you still love the fanged tyrant. Still ache for his commanding words and sweet touch. The ruby amulet Astarion had gifted you the night after his Ascension rests on your collarbones, twinkling in the light of the large lanterns illuminating the walkway to the castle. A simple touch that, you hope, will sweeten the vampire's words even more tonight. Your hair falls in perfect ringlets that rest on your bare shoulders, each step on the cobblestone jostling the locks around. You approach the steps and carefully ascend them, grasping the thick layers of silk and lace of your dress in your trembling hands. An armed elven spawn stands stoic next to the door. Piercing red eyes stare down at you.

"Name?"

"You remember who I am, Feno."

You carefully lift the black lace mask covering your eyes and blink up at the tall spawn. An expression of realization twists on the elf's face and he curves his thick lips into a smile.

"Ah, Tav. Lovely to see you again. We've been expecting you."

He reaches for the iron handle of the door, carefully pulling it open to grant you access to the lavish castle. Pumpkins line the velvet black carpet that leads into the foyer. Lanterns and pillar candles are nestled between the colorful collection of gourds, very dimly lighting the way towards the heavy oak doors of the ballroom. The faint sound of an orchestra of bards rings through the halls and you follow the melodies, another well-dressed pair of spawn pulling open the grand doors for you. The scene is exquisite. Overwhelming. Every lord and lady on the Sword Coast dances and twirls happily, golden chalices resting in their hands, surely full of the finest wine that Baldur's Gate has to offer. Horith, one of Astarion's spawn that you became rather close with before you had disappeared, places a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jump, startled by his touch and he leans in to whisper quietly against your pointy ear.

"The master is waiting for you. Right this way."

A muscular forearm bends out for you, sparkling eyes piercing your own. You nod once and wrap your arm around his, fingers resting against the soft silk of his coat. Your free hand reaches down to gather your dress as to not step on it and you begin your walk to the expectant vampire lord. Eyes follow you from all directions. Horith gives your arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "They've all come for you." A look of confusion knits your eyebrows together. For you? Surely this is a misunderstanding. You'd been invited to this ball in the same fashion as everyone else, hadn't you? Lords and ladies bow and curtsy as you pass by and your breath hitches in your chest when your eyes settle on him. Astarion sits comfortably in a velvet chair well past the crowd, the platform he rests on raised enough for him to spot you and your escort over the heads of his other guests. A path clears in front of him as if by force.

"My love. You've come.."

Horith releases your arm and bows to the vampire lord, remaining bent at the waist as he descends the stairs to capture your hand in his. Gentle lips brush over your lace-covered knuckles and your cheeks burn crimson. Time seems to stop around you. The dancing. The merriment. All put on pause for this one moment. Your heart thumps audibly in your ribcage as Astarion turns your hand over and presses a kiss to the pulsing vein just at your wrist.

"You've really come.."

His red eyes flick to yours through the small leather mask that covers just the top half of his face and your knees nearly buckle beneath you. The softness of his voices makes your skin burn beneath his touch. He missed you. Maybe as much as you've missed him. Gentle hands reach out to grasp your hips and pull you to him, his slender arms wrapping around you tightly. The guests resume their dancing, music and the taps of feet overwhelming your senses. Nuzzling his nose into your hair, he inhales deeply, your familiar scent of lavender and orchids making him shudder.

"Follow me. We need to talk."

Hasty steps carry you down the hallway to the right of his lavish chair, the loud sounds of the party disappearing behind the two of you. Large golden-framed paintings of the vampire and his various spawn line the walls. He leads you up a winding staircase and down another hallway to the massive oak double doors of his boudoir. His grip on your hand tightens and you wiggle your fingers playfully, following him once he slips into the dark room. Un-lit and half melted candles drip down the sides of the black iron candelabras on the walls. With a snap, Astarion lights just enough to illuminate the area you're standing in, gentle firelight dancing off of your hair and the bright red ruby resting on your chest. His curls flow perfectly down the black leather and velvet of his Masquerade attire, the small black mask covering his eyes giving him an air of mystery. You'd know those eyes anywhere, though. You're caught off guard by the force of the vampire pressing you into the wall, soft lips crashing against yours in a long overdue kiss. Mouths move in unison. A small whimper escapes between your lips, driving Astarion to kiss you harder. Slower. To savor every moment he has with you now.

A smooth tongue flicks out against your bottom lip, begging for entry. You part your lips in acceptance. Tongues wrestle, teeth bump, hands wander. The smooth black lace of your dress hugs the supple curves of your body perfectly and Astarion's hands intend to explore every part with ease, exactly like they used to.

"Astarion.. You said we needed to talk."

You break the kiss, chest heaving. He slips his mask off, tossing it onto the neatly made up bed to your left. A trembling hand reaches up to stroke his hair back, the vampire beginning to pace back and forth before you.

"I had an entire monologue prepared. I wanted to yell at you. Chastise you for leaving me.."

You interject, heat rising in your throat at his words.

"You told me to leave, Astarion. Or have you forgotten?"

Footsteps pause, Astarion's eyebrows knitting together and he shoots you a glance that could petrify an ogre. He palms at his eyes for a moment before continuing on.

"No, I haven't forgotten. I had hoped you'd come tonight, is my point. I had a plan. A plan to make you submit to me. To convince you to stay. And then you.. You show up. Looking like-"

He waves his hand in your direction, motioning up and down your body.

"-That. And now I.. I can't think. I have hundreds of spawn. Slaves. Men and women that would slit their own throats for a chance to enjoy my company. Drive a stake through their own heart just to hear me utter their name. They wait, with baited breath, for my commands. And none of it means anything."

Shaking his head, he wipes a tear from beneath his eye with his thumb. The pathetic tone of his voice makes your heart sink into your stomach. You weigh your options. Staying here with him would mean eternity, the very eternity that made you uncomfortable in the first place. You could slip away into the night and leave, never to see him or this castle again. Leave Baldur's Gate forever. Your stomach churns, hot bile burning the back of your throat. Another night without your pale lover could be the end of you. Shaking your head, you continue towards him, a delicate hand cupping his cold cheek. His eyes meet yours. Tender. Ardent. A composed smile curves the vampire's lips upwards.

"None of it means anything without you here. All the nights I begged and pleaded to any god that would hear me.. For you to return to my side to become my consort. Ascension has meant nothing without my love."

You cradle his face in your hands now, gaze matching his. He sighs at your clement touch and leans into you. A light tingling sensation travels up your spine causing you to pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Your next words nearly catch in your throat and you clear the lump there, speaking softly up at the vampire.

"Astarion... M-Make me a spawn so I may remain by your side."

A heavy gasp forces its way into his lungs, eyes blown wide with surprise. He quirks an eyebrow at you and traces his fingers down your side, following the seam of your dress.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

Tender kisses speckle the side of your neck, over the front of your throat, and down to the other side, little nips at your flesh making your hips squirm. Stalwart fingers wrap themselves around your wrists and Astarion backs you towards the deep red wall behind you. Your back makes contact with a thud. He presses your wrists together to make it easier to hold them both in place with one hand, his now free hand reaching down to the sheath tucked snuggly next to his thigh. A silver dagger tip suddenly presses itself into your sternum. You freeze. Heat travels down to your core and you squirm beneath the blade. Cold lips and hot breath meet your pointed ear, the blade pressing ever so slightly harder into your skin.

"If you ever try to leave me again.. I will kill you myself."

Nodding meekly, your hips press forward into his, searching for any sort of friction the vampire will allow. His thin lips curve up into a smirk, tongue jutting out to trace a line up the side of your neck. Without warning he rears back and sinks his fangs into your flesh. Shards of ice soar through your veins and your eyes roll back into your head. The pain is much deeper than you remember. Stars and speckles float around your vision as Astarion consumes you, little dribbles of blood trickling down and staining your skin. Your arms go limp, your jaw slack, back bowing off of the wall for a moment before you slip away.

...

"Lady Ancunin, I do hate to disturb your sleep.. But I've set out some clothing for you. The master requests your presence in the throne room once you're dressed."

The sweet voice of a vampire spawn stirs you from the heavy shroud of sleep. You rub your eyes and stretch upwards, taking care to grasp the silk blankets surrounding you up and around your bare chest. The previous night is a complete blur. All you know is, you ache. Inside and out. A gentle hand reaches up to prod at the side of your neck and you wince at the still fresh puncture wounds. Scanning your surroundings, your eyes fall on the young woman. A thin, pale half-elf, eyes dark like garnet. You give her a gentle smile.

"I do appreciate it. I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

"I-I... The master has instructed that we all refer to you as Lady Ancunin, m-madam. I apologize."

Your lips curve into a frown at her frightened nature and you arise from the bed, naked body shivering from the cold air of the boudoir. You stand before the trembling elf and place a hand against her smooth cheek.

"it's quite alright, child. Please tell Astarion I'll be right down."

She nods and scurries away, leaving the silk garment Astarion requested you wear on the edge of the bed. Lifting the thin fabric into your hands, you examine it for a moment. A burgundy dress made of the finest silk that Faerun has to offer. Featherlight fingers slip the dress onto your frame and you move towards a mirror. You gasp quietly. You can't see yourself. You lean in towards the image of the boudoir behind you, eyebrows raising at your lack of reflection. The curls in your hair managed to hold from last night, your fingers finding the stray ringlets. The locks feel softer. Stronger. Your skin feels smoother. Your senses are heightened now, the sound of the spawn throughout the castle completing their daily tasks buzzing in your ears. And you're hungry. So painfully, devastatingly hungry.

Quick steps carry you to the throne room and you find Astarion handling business with one of the many magistrates of the upper city, quills and parchment passing back and forth between the two men. His eyes flick to yours when you enter the room and he beckons you to him. The magistrate quickly turns his attention to you, bowing without a second thought. "Lady Ancunin." You smile sweetly at the gentleman, making your way to the pedestal that Astarion's throne rests on, the velvet rug beneath your feet a comforting sensation. The vampire lord pulls you into his lap and strokes the back of your hair lovingly, pressing little kisses to your shoulder. The magistrate collects his scrolls, leaving the room quickly as you settle into your spot. Astarion's hands rest on your hips and toy subconsciously with the soft material of your dress, a quiet growl leaving him. His lips travel up the side of your neck to rest against your ear.

"You look beautiful.. And you'll stay beautiful forever. Thank you for trusting me."

"So I'm your spawn.. What will happen to me?"

Astarion tuts, shaking his head quickly.

"Spawn is such an ugly word. I prefer.. Consort. Don't you worry. You have supped of my blood. It will be no trouble to extend a fraction of my protection to you."

"Am I going to be.. Different?"

Your lover tugs your back closer to him, his teeth leaving little marks along your exposed shoulder and he mumbles against your skin.

"You will be stronger, swifter, sharper. But you won't be different. You were already perfect before. It's hard to improve."

Your head leans back to rest against the vampire lord's shoulder. His embrace is comfortable. Safe. Your fingers meld with his his as his arms wrap carefully around your thin torso.

"So what now?"

A firm grasp on your thigh sends a shockwave through your core, your teeth clamping down onto your plush bottom lip. The vampire lord chuckles behind you and relaxes back into his seat, hands resting on the sides of your thighs now.

"As much as I wish to.. Sequester you in a deep chamber of my palace and keep you all to myself, there's much to be done. First we'll take Baldur's Gate. Then, we'll take the world. We'll dominate it until the sun itself melts. And then... We'll give ourselves to the night."

Fingernails dig into your skin, hiking up the deep red dress that just barely shields your otherwise naked body from the elements. Warm breath fans out over the back of your neck and you tremble at the new sensation, hips wiggling. Astarion grunts at the sudden friction against his lap and presses you firmly in that spot.

"Will you still drink my blood?"

Salacious fingers prod at your thighs and hips. You grind your rear against the lap beneath you and grin at the little sounds you earn, hands reaching back behind you to tangle in your lover's hair. His lips press firmly to your neck, tongue lapping at the healing wounds.

"Of course I will. And you'll drink mine. I can't wait to taste your lips after you've tasted me.. You must be hungry, my love. You shall feed. We must take care of your.. Cravings."

You groan at his words, hips finding a steady rhythm now. Astarion stands and lifts you with him bridal style, piercing red eyes telling you all you need to know about what comes next.

"Aeterna Amantes."

"Lovers forever. Until the world falls down."

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #ascended astarion #fic request #bg3 fanfic

[monstersdownthepath]

How Gremlins Are Made

Every now and again on the wonderful world of Golarion, the barrier between this world and the first--the land where the Fey live and frolic--weakens just enough for a wisp of fey magic to blow through, like a dandelion seed carried by the wind. Now, normally, these wisps are no more dangerous than an errant strand of spider's silk blown free from the web, and they land somewhere where they do no harm, causing a flower to grow or a bug to be born or an egg to hatch a little earlier than it normally would... but that's just the thing: like a strand of spider's silk, this wisp of fey magic is sticky. Not sticky in a way that a fly or a bird would get caught by, but sticky in a way like a good joke or a strange word or a harsh insult is sticky.

And that's where it starts.

As mentioned, these wisps normally just blow away, off to give vigor to some tiny plant or patch of land... but sometimes, they blow somewhere men and elves live, and they can can start catching onto things they shouldn't. Thoughts and ideas, emotions and energy, words and actions, all of these create tiny waves in the world, so small and fleeting that they're impossible for most to notice, but for these thin wisps of fey power, a spoken word may as well be a twig stuck out in the air that they can tangle around.

Some fey are born this way, you know. A lot of them, in fact, are born when these wisps of power collect enough words, thoughts, feelings, and deeds, but we're not talking about 'some' fey, we're talking about gremlins, the nastiest of the fey. THESE unfortunate buggers are born when a wisp catches onto something cruel. A cruel word spoken, a cruel deed done, a cruel thought passing over one's mind... Any act of cruelty starts the snowball, and once it starts, it's nearly impossible to stop. This wisp of mischief collects this cruelty unintentionally, and that cruelty builds up over it like dust on a cobweb until it downright resembles one! A nasty, musty mess of ugly thoughts and tangled curses that eventually drifts somewhere the sunlight can't touch it, where it weaves itself into a foul, hairy cocoon.

Gremlins are born from these cocoons. Born from mischief, nursed by cruelty, and full of tricks as any fey, they set out into the world to do as all that lives does: to thrive, grow, and spread. One gremlin can become many in short order as they snatch wisps of fey power from the air and weave in their own acts of cruelty, though (thankfully) most aren't smart enough to know a wisp when they see one... though this is only a small mercy, because if a gremlin cannot find a wisp to nurse, it will instead be cruel all the time in the hopes that a wisp happens to be passing by.

It's certainly easy to see a town suffering from a gremlin infestation and clutch your pearls, wondering how awful these people must be to each other for so much cruelty to exist. It's easy to say that surely, these folks must deserve whatever torments their fey neighbors must be delivering upon them, if they're acting foul enough to attract them! But keep mercy in your heart and some damn sense in your mind, because a gremlin parade is no show of how rotten a town is! Just how unlucky they are. Gremlins can be born from any act of cruelty, and who among the races of man and elf can say they've never thought a single cruel thought, even one never voiced or acted upon?

In fact, if all a town has in regards to foul fey is gremlins, that's certainly a good sign! Acts of cruelty spawn gremlins, but acts of pure malice? Pure hate? Pure spite? All out in the open, shouted into the air? Well, those can cause things much, much, much worse than gremlins to hatch from those greasy black cocoons.

#original concepts #Pathfinder #a little look into how i envision fey work #at least the ones that manifest in the material plane

[mercymaker]

so we had a fake wedding episode in the grand bloodstorm adventure, but get ready the new season's about to start and we're opening with some drama

astarion and mal are trying to track down a relic that's rumored to have the power of protecting a vampire from the sun. neat. they find out that its last known location is at some ancient noble house's castle, so they go there but they get caught sneaking around.

fully expecting to have to fight their way out of there, both of them are surprised when the lord of the house instead offers a warm welcome to his house, taking particular interest in mal, showering her with attention and gifts.

he also reveals that the relic has been lost to the surrounding woods after their house was attacked by outsiders, but both astarion and mal are quite suspicious of that version, so they stick around to find out more. while mal focuses on charming her way into the lord's heart so he'd tell her the truth, astarion goes out into the surrounding town to gather information.

turns out, the local legend tells that the relic is, in fact, still somewhere in the woods, as when the invading forces attacked, the lady of the house took all of their most important belongings, shoved them into a bag, strapped that to a horse that she then tried to flee the castle with, but was shot down by archers and fell to the enemy as the horse galloped deep into the woods. it's said that the horse was eaten by a giant demonic bear, but the treasure still remains somewhere. and that leads various parties to venture out into the forest to seek it.

astarion decides to join one such party, if not to find the treasure, then at the very least to get more information. he leaves maleane alone with the lord, who seems to be quite infatuated with her. mal reassures her lover that she can handle herself in case something happens. she's a sorcerer, after all.

the vampire spawn & the gang set a small camp out in the woods after traveling for most of the evening. they drink and tell stories over the fire and astarion starts sneakily peppering in questions to get the information he needs. one of the drunk men decides to go on a bit of a spooky retelling of the most horrific event he had witnessed. the great attack on their town by the most brutal monsters. it happened over three decades ago, when he was just a little boy.

they came in the night, with their intricate armors, their swords and their arrows and their daggers in the dark. some of the commoners fell to poison before any blades could lick their throats. those that didn't flee in time were either massacred or put in chains and dragged back to the underdark to be used and sold as slaves. both the lord and the lady of the house were brutally slaughtered in the ritual known as the blooding, leaving their only son an orphan.

oh, so the guy's entire family was killed by drow? and who is he currently hosting in his massive castle? hmm, yes, another drow.

but not to worry! he dressed mal in the finest of silks and set up the most elaborate dinner for just the two of them. an array of intricate pastries, wild salmon and spit-roasted steak, and, of course, a flagon of his favorite wine to wash it all down.

they talk over the dinner, maleane slowly trying to poke and prod for more information about the relic and what happened to it. the lord, eventually unravels the same story that astarion heard over the campfire, and as the puzzle pieces slowly slide into their places, mal suddenly feels lightheaded. her breathing starts to become erratic as she struggles to catch her breath. and when she rises from the table, in a frantic attempt to flee, her legs feel like they're full of lead. the same petrifying feelings spreads throughout the rest of her body, pulling her to the ground in an instant.

as she gasps for air to fill her failing lungs, the lord walks right to her, watching the paralyzed drow fight the effects of the poison, and tells her how much he hates her kind. how long he's been dreaming of this moment, to get his hands on one of the monsters that took everything from him. how they all are the same. how he's going to peel the skin off her flesh, bit by bit. he chuckles at her panic, at soft wheezing coming from her throat. he wasn't sure how much of the poison to pour in her glass. after all, drow are known to be resistant to most of them. perhaps he gave her a bit too much. but it doesn't matter. by the time it wears off she won't be able to escape.

he then drags her to his personal quarters, a little dark room with chains and cages, a large wooden table stacked with books and scrolls and sketches. everything you need to know about drow and more. he takes the beautiful soft gown off her body and shackles her wrists and ankles to a rack.

a beautiful monster, he calls her, dragging his fingers from her cheek, down to her breast. yet, soon his hand is replaced with a dagger. this is more than just revenge. it's something darker and deeper. the obsession with drow, all that hatred and rage latched on something else entirely. the want to have her, to own her, to break and hurt her again and again and again, for years and years. because that's how long he's been carrying all that venom inside. it's not going to be over soon, maleane realizes.

it's almost a relief when it's his hand touching her again instead of a blade. but she knows that the intent behind the gesture is just as sharp as the bite of a dagger. she can't utter an incantation. she can't move her body to channel her magic. it's been so long that she felt this helpless.

then she feels her mind start to slip, drifting away somewhere. the lord's unhinged ramblings turn into echoes from a distant room. the throbbing pain softens into an almost-numbness. for just a brief moment, maleane is not there.

it's the odd shift in the surroundings that drags her right back into the dark cell. a sudden, violent gurgling sound. when she looks up, all mal sees is red. the blood pouring out of the lord's mouth and throat. the shock still frozen in his eyes before his body collapses just as hers did before. and then, two red irises, framed by a set of worried brows, staring at her. astarion.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion romance #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #oc: maleane #maleane/astarion #assault cw #sa cw #torture cw #idk this started off as a little thing and i just kept going #and i feel like i could keep going but it's time to stop somewhere alright #let me know if anything else needs tagging btw #reuploading because tumblr told me to eat a bag of dicks and i cried like a baby

[sorcerous-caress]

Witnessing you play pathologic 2 is such a fucking trip bc like?? I own both 1 and 2, but I’ve only actually played pathologic 1 and like?? How in the blue fuck do you have 15 shmowders????? I think I got like- 6 in my entire playthrough- I was not doing well with my quests tho so that probably contributed but??? 15??????

16 now just baught some from my buddy ol'pal dead items shop man on day 7

But if you want an actual answer

Shmowder kid

Find a building with shmowder kid in it, exist and enter until they have the shmoder in their inventory for trade. 10% spawn chance.

Rare cache farming

I save before 7:30 when cache reset. Then I go and check all the assigned "rare" caches with a chance of spawning shmoders, usually 3-6 each day. They're scripted so they never change locations. I reload until I'm sure at least two of them have shmoders then bag it quickly. 20% spawn chance per rare cache.

Rob people

You don't find shmoders, but you aquire nut funds for your shmoder supplier kid. Basically get the cape and all the protective gear, waltz into infected houses with at least 8 immunity boosters then go haywire and grab all nuts you can find.

Quests?

Only two give a guarantee Shmoders so uhh...maybe if you feel like it? I did them either way.

Here is my progress so far

I could squeeze 3/4 more shmoders out of my plug girlie, but I'm running low on food, so I rather trade them for eggs instead. Plus, I'll get 2 more when it hits 7:30 from caches.

I'm saving up for the shotgun! Maybe a revolver too idk.

I found out brewing antibiotics is annoying so I rather trade for them instead, but + immune boosters are a must.

The town so far is good, I gotta start repairing water sources.

I think Peter's infection is scripted because he had like 75% chance to NOT get infected, lost twice in a row when I reloaded.

Eh, he's not one of my bounds so Imma wait for Daniil to come begging on his knees for a shmoder.

Side note, Artemy is so fucking stunted when talking to women he is attracted to. It's almost hilarious.

Meanwhile, compare it with his flirting with men, and he becomes as smooth as silk.

Artemy is so down bad for Rubin it's sad and funny at the same time.

It's like a love triangle i can't. Artemy wants childhood sweethearts romance with Rubin, but Rubin keeps rejecting him for big city dandy educated Bachelor of medicine, but Daniil is tripping over his own feet trying to subtly (failing) to get closer and more intimate with hunky bottom surgeon Artemy.

Making us "indebted" to him.

Trying to get us to be his "Aide"

By day 6, we're drinking buddies. He even ADMITS how his arrogance hurts him and is a bad trait. IN LESS THAN A WEEK OF MEETING US.

DANIIL ADMITING A MISTAKE, A FAULT, BY HIMSELF AND NOT UNDER THE THREAT OF A RIFILE.

I'm still not over how he invites us to EVA'S house, doesn't tell her and doesn't inform the hunching brooding gaint Artemy that a soft hearted woman lives where he's squatting at for free and instead let her panic at seeing Artemy bust in unannounced.

"The milkman" I FUCKING CANNOT. Daniil is the roomate who's late on rent, keeps flirting with you to make you forget that he is late on rent, then his grinder date shows up unannounced.

Daniil is so much nicer than people made him seem? Idk, maybe I'm too autistic to pick up on his normie passive-aggressive condescension-which feels very in character for Artemy-but also, he just seems like a decent swell guy!

Kinda useless, but he's trying his best without time turning protagonist active player powers!

If anything, he's too friendly. He asks US to be his aide? Even when it's clear that Artemy didn't attend a single day in school all of his life.

Because let's be real.

"Where did you graduate??"

"Medical...school"

ARTEMY YOU DUMB BITCH I LOVE YOU BUT IT'S TIME TO BEG FOR SPARE BRAINCELLS ON THE STREET.

Daniil's "you don't have to watch your tongue with me" omfggggf

The sabotaged water sources must be getting to Daniil's head for him to act this thirsty in a makeshift hospital IN PUBLIC.

Artemy is clearly someone that Daniil would absolutely look down on MORE than he would to the average person, and yet how does he treat us?

Like what the fuck were those youtubers about???? Daniil is so nice oh my god. I had completely the wrong idea. He is so helpful and friendly, not once did I feel antagonised by him.

Also, I didn't insult him, ever. So he never replied with any insulting comment. You treat him with respect, and he does the same. It's endearing!

He entrusts us and confides in us! He clearly values our input and help. He vents to us and listens to our theories!

Side note, people's reaction to Artemy's height and gaint size is gold.

Also, I think they have a kink for his hands because of the whole surgeon thing, like come on, it gets mentioned TWICE?

there is also this time where Artemy had a nightmare that he was sleeping through class, and for some reason, Daniil was just ???? In the corner ??? For misbehaving?

He barely met the guy and he already figured out how 90% of his time in the education system must have went.

also Artemy REALLY likes cats and dogs.

First he calls himself like a Kitten, then he says Murky is like a cat and finally:

Artmey is just phenomenal in this.

I bought the first Pathologic HD Classic today, too! It was on sale for so cheap my god it felt like highway robbery.

See this loser wet cat kiddo right here?

I will behead every man, woman, child and elderly in this entire town with a rusty Axe if even one of them touches a single hair on his head.

#pathologic 2 #♡otherfandoms #♡pathologic 2

[chaewandz]

ROSE — chapter 10: kingdom sports day (get it cause…)

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

“A GROUP DATE???” sunoo exclaimed, his jaw dropped. In his hand he held a white card wrapped with a tiny pink bow that previously laid atop the coffee table in the suitors’ living room.

every suitor shared an intrigued gasp.

“does it say how we should dress?” sunghoon piped up.

sunoo flipped the card over and reread it.

“no it just says ‘don’t worry about staying clean as you play out on the green’…. whatever that means…”

“oh so wear stuff we’re prepared to get dirty?” heeseung suggested.

“isn’t the kingdom supplying us with outfits?” yeonjun wondered.

everyone shrugged their shoulders.

“I guess we should just go see.” soobin proposed.

the suitors shared nods of agreement and stood up, heading to their rooms.

an hour later all twelve suitors stood in a line in the back garden of the castle. they each wore variations of tank tops and t-shirts paired with running shorts in the blaring sun.

through the glass double doors located in front of the fountain, two guards walked out followed by the princess. she had changed her outfit and now wore a pink floral silk skirt that stopped at her ankles, paired with a pink silk top and golden earrings. her hair was now in two pigtails, each tied with a white bow.

each suitor seemed to light up at her appearance.

“good afternoon!” she announced walking towards them.

“good afternoon princess y/n!” they repeated back.

“thank you for joining me in the garden for our first group date! today you guys will be placed into two teams and compete in fun sports games! the winning team will get invited to a party in the castle tonight with yours truly, while the losing team will have to return to their rooms for the rest of the night.” princess y/n revealed.

each of the suitors exchanged glances, some nervous, some excited.

“so without further ado! let me announce the teams. team one will be the purple team. the members are as follows: heeseung, sunghoon, jay, jungwon, hueningkai, and soobin. team two will be the blue team. the members are once again, as follows: jake, sunoo, niki, beomgyu, yeonjun, and taehyun. Please come collect your jerseys of your team’s color!”

the boys ran towards a clothing rack that held their jerseys, high-fiving and cheering as they met with their members. once they were dressed, multiple guards suddenly spawned holding different sports equipment and laying it across the grass.

“the first game will be an obstacle course relay!” the princess declared. “first you will spin in a circle ten times. then you will dribble a soccer ball through a zig-zag pattern of cones and shoot the ball into the goal. after that you must jump over the hurdle and then crawl underneath the next hurdle. once you arrive at the fountain you will jump up and grab hold of the rope above and climb along it over the fountain, sort of like monkey bars except it’s just a rope. be careful not to fall in! once you reach the other side of the fountain you’re done! each member of your team must complete this obstacle course. any failure during the course will result in the player going back to the beginning and starting over. the first team to have all of their members make it to the end will win this game. sound good?” the princess explained.

the suitors were appalled as they watched the guards set up the equipment.

“alright let’s get ready!!” she said as both teams participated in a group huddle before starting.

“one… two…three… purple team!!!”

“one… two…three… blue team!!!”

Each team shouted out as they formed a line before the obstacle course.

the princess sat on a stage with a microphone at the end of the course so that she could watch. a whistle blew, and the teams immediately sprinted to the marker that indicated their place to spin. the first competitors were heeseung and jake. after spinning, they dizzily ran forward to the soccer ball and began dribbling. both were nearly falling over and desperately trying to keep focused. they each kicked the ball at the goal and surprisingly both made it in. it was a very tight race! they were moving almost in sync over and under the hurdles. now came the most daunting part, the rope climb. The two jumped up and grabbed hold of the rope, quickly advancing forward. they were careful not to look down at the fountain because let’s face it, the water was probably freezing and not the most sanitary. from the start of the course, each team was yelling all kinds of cheers and encouragement. y/n watched intently.

shockingly, the two made it to the end of the course at about the same time, maybe a milliseconds difference.

the next competitors advanced immediately. representing the purple team, soobin looked as if he could double over at any second as he dribbled the ball. representing the blue team however, yeonjun was perfectly focused. as they both kicked the ball, soobin missed the goal by about a foot while yeonjun made it in.

the purple team cried out in disappointment while the blue team jumped up in down in excitement. soobin rushed back to the start, and yeonjun advanced without a hitch.

the rest of the relay went about the same, each team having to restart here and there until they were down to the final two.

jungwon of the purple team had a few seconds on niki of the blue team. however, niki held the soccer skill. as the two dribbled the ball between the cones, niki didn’t miss a beat. he effortlessly dribbled and perfectly kicked the ball forward into the goal while jungwon missed. as jungwon retreated back to the start, the blue team members jumped up and down all over the place at the finish line.

smiling from ear to ear, niki jumped over the hurdle and slid underneath the next. but, jungwon was quickly catching up. missing the goal seemed to have flipped a switch in his brain, now he sped through the cones and scored! towards the end of the course, niki rubbed his sweaty palms on his blue jersey and easily jumped up to the rope thanks to his height. he slowly advanced forward, cautiously avoiding the fountain. behind him however, it seemed as if jungwon had gained super speed. he leapt and dove around the hurdles, now meeting niki at the rope segment. niki began to worry, choosing to speed up as he furrowed his brows, staring up at his hands that were clenched around the rope.

each team watched biting their nails and peeking through their fingers, appalled at the tight race. the princess had her hands on her face, nervously watching the two try to cross the fountain.

jungwon was almost gliding along the rope, as if it were a zip line. niki could see him out of his peripheral, nervously advancing as fast as possible.

the race was tight. as the two came to the end of the rope, it seemed as if it would be a tie.

until niki decided to take a big risk, stopping with about two feet of rope left and instead swinging his legs forward, launching himself at the finish line.

he didn’t entirely think this through, he just hoped it would work, and as jungwon watched with his jaw dropped, his hands still glued to the rope, niki seemed to float in the air for a second before landing just barely across the finish line.

the garden erupted in chaos as the blue team jumped up and down congratulating niki, even going as far as to chant his name. the purple team still congratulated jungwon and cheered for his efforts, but were still disappointed.

“it seems as though the blue team has won!” the princess announced through the cheers. “congratulations to the blue team and also congratulations to the purple team for their efforts. five minute water break while we set up the next game!” she announced.

the suitors, walked towards the sidelines where a butler held a tray of glasses of water. the same guards as before immediately began disassembling the course and brought out a large tarp, placing it on the grass. the tarp had an empty grid across it, and all of the suitors looked at it with confusion.

once the water break finished, the princess blew her whistle once again and raised her microphone.

“I can tell none of you know what this next game is, but it’s a classic! it is of course, HUMAN TIC TAC TOE!”

the suitors burst into laughter and shock.

“in order to make the grid even and the game fair, each team will receive an extra player so that it makes a four by four grid. guards!” she gleefully called out to the guards, one in a purple jersey and the other in a blue one.

the suitors laughed again and welcomed their guard teammates to their side.

“the goal is to get four in a row! diagonal, vertical, across, whatever. since blue team won the last round, the purple team will get to go first.” the princess blew her whistle again and the purple team began plotting.

hueningkai moved first, picking the upper left corner.

it was now the blue team’s turn, sunoo picking the upper right corner.

jay picked the spot below hueningkai’s, aiming for a vertical four-in-a-row.

taehyun then continued the plan for the diagonal win, selecting the spot diagonal to sunoo’s.

the game continued on like this for some time, until the purple team wound up cutting off the blue team’s diagonal plan, leading them to cut off the purple team’s vertical plan.

for such an intense gameplay, it had an anticlimactic ending: neither team won.

“wow guys. you would think a human tic tac toe game would have a more interesting ending… well. it is time for the final game! since nobody won the last game, this game will be worth DOUBLE POINTS! so both teams still have a shot at winning.” the princess announced.

the purple team felt relief, as they still had a chance at victory.

“now I did not plan this final game… I enlisted the help of my dearest friends! so please welcome joonie, youngeun, sakura, and isa!”

the suitors clapped as y/n’s best friends joined her on the stage. they each waved at the suitors and whispered to each other, pointing at who they thought looked the best in their jerseys.

“as I said I did not plan this nor do I have any knowledge of what the game is! I will be just as shocked as you guys are!” The princess laughed, handing Sakura her microphone.

“hello gentlemen! my name is Sakura and I will now become the official MC of this sports day!!! so our final game is less of a game and more of a challenge. joonie, would you like to explain?” sakura announced, passing the mic to joonie.

“hello! I’m joonie! so as sakura said, this will be a challenge for each of you and it actually has really nothing to do with sports. this is about showing your creativity, teamwork, and admiration for our beautiful princess of adora.” joonie beamed, motioning towards y/n.

“hi my name is isa! this challenge’s official name is “cheer for your dear”! I named this one because I like rhymes. yes I’m also the person who wrote on your challenge card earlier!”

the suitors nodded, remembering the ominous “don’t worry about staying clean as you play out on the green” part of the card.

“hello cuties. I’m youngeun!!! in this final challenge, each team will create a cheer for our beloved princess y/n showcasing your love for her! we are looking for it to be entertaining, eye catching, and of course, lovey-dovey!!!” youngeun declared, giggling at how embarrassed y/n looked at the idea of the challenge.

“you will have ten minutes to put together a mini performance. there is no set time length, just do your best!” sakura declared, now holding y/n’s whistle. “ready? LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” She yelled, blowing the whistle.

the teams erupted in yelling and aggressive hand motions. the girls moved to another area of the garden as to avoid spoilers for the performances.

while the boys prepared their mini-showcases, the girls sat down by the daisy display and began talking.

“alright so which man is number one???” youngeun immediately questioned.

“I don’t know!!! it’s too soon to tell.” Y/n honestly responded.

“ok well who has stood out today?” isa asked.

“well if you must know. The person who has stood out most today is…”

the girls were on the edge of their seats.

“niki. he pulled the craziest move during the obstacle course. it was like he became a totally different person. when we first met he was very shy and nervous, it was so cute. but today he was so energetic! like he somehow scored a perfect goal even after getting so dizzy… it was so fun to watch.” y/n recounted the day’s events, blushing off into the distance.

the girls all watched her, giggling and smiling.

“he really is cute…” Sakura whispered, making the girls laugh.

“he really is. but then there’s heeseung. it’s just so unbelievable that he’s here to begin with… I mean has he liked me since we were kids? or is he just here because he needed an excuse to see me again… like as friends…” y/n wondered.

“y/n I highly doubt that this man entered a competition that ends in MARRIAGE, just because he wanted to catch up with an old friend.” joonie interjected.

“I’m definitely going to regret saying this aloud… but I agree with joonie.” isa stated.

joonie pretended to be offended, but then playfully pushed isa’s shoulder and smiled.

“this is all so crazy. but I mean i still barely know these guys. aside from heeseung of course. god I really hope I don’t screw this up somehow. I mean what if I pick the wrong guy??”

“since when did you become so corny and cliché… love really is making you crazy…” youngeun whispered.

y/n rolled her eyes.

“you’re right. let’s go watch the silly men sing and dance!” y/n giggled.

“i would be honored.” Sakura declared.

the girls linked arms and took a lap around the flower gardens before returning to the main garden turned performance space for the final round of the group date.

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author’s note: THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. guys do u get the title tho do u get it. kingdom sports day… as in mnet competition show kingdom… they have a sports day… kingdom sports day… in this chapter they’re having a sports day… in a kingdom… kingdom sports day. ARENT I SO FUNNY AND CLEVER??? “yes chaewandz ur so funny and we love u” awww stop it guys. Guys I’m sorry that was actually deranged of me. My apologies. i have finally regained all my inspiration!! I love this chapter and it’s so fun to write.

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

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[strangerdangerwrites]

Ghost Waltz | R.L. (Wednesday Series) - Chapter Four

Summary: Because a ghost truly never leaves. Not when you don’t know what your true unfinished business is.

Ghost!Rowan Laslow x Female!Witch!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: Major character death

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

This is not in fact a tale to be told for the faint of heart… This is the story of the truth.

Those who will be privy to the past would feel the pain of the truth like a blunt knife.

This story of the truth happened at your own home, 330 years ago…

At your home, while Rowan sat alone, unknowing about what had transpired for the last five minutes with Goody. He had been pondering, too deep in thought about the most memorable place he had been. He was too preoccupied, but he told you the truth, didn't he? It is indeed the one place that had become important to him in the span of his existence. The old answers came to him in a blank, there was no other place he could list in his mind that is much more beautiful and welcoming than your home.

In your home, he felt like he belonged somewhere. He didn’t need to hide in the shadows nor prove himself to you. You just welcome him with open arms. Something he has been searching for his whole life, a place to call home. Your home was a sanctuary, a safe place, and Rowan feared the time that he’d be fully healed. Would you push him away? Would you disregard him and forget him? Did he leave an impact on you as you did on him?

If it weren’t for him almost dying and you helping him with the use of your witchcraft, then he would’ve gone to the afterlife.

Yes, Rowan knew the truth from the very beginning that you were a witch.

Before Rowan even woke up, he was dreaming. Dreaming of walking in an endless dark void, all he remembers is that there is a long line of people in front of him, he didn’t question why he is there or where they all were. All he knows wherever he is going is somewhere and it has been decided that they must pass on. But he felt a warm hand on his abdomen, and someone whispered.

“I beg you to keep this a secret between you and me.” And Rowan turned around, looking for the voice. Behind him, the line was gone, and he was back in the stranger's bed where he was all but bleeding in their silk sheets. He was deeply in pain, dazed to see the angel that helped him.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

But when he woke up, all he felt was the excruciating pain and then in a split second, it was all gone. He looked at his angrilwounds, the wounds that almost cost him his own life. He sat up to see the large wound in his abdomen, what he was expecting to see were stitches. In its place were scars, scars that almost looked like it had been healed a long time not mere days ago. At first, he thought he was asleep for quite a while.

But when Rowan took a stand, ready to walk out of the door he fell face first. Then he heard a knock, he tried to stand as quickly as possible to save himself from the embarrassment.

A muffled voice asked: “May I come in?”

There you stood with a hand holding a tray of food. You looked concerned, scanning him from head to toe. Rowan was worried he was intruding on a stranger’s home; he is supposed to be in town. His handler must be worried about him.

“Where am I?”

“You are in my home.”

“Why?”

“A group of children brought you here, two days ago. Dost thou not remember being mauled by wolves?”

Two days ago. Not a month or a week has passed, and he was bedridden for only two days.

When Rowan looked down at the large claw marks that adorned his skin, wounds that were closed a minute ago if only he did not take a large fall, then he was certain it would not open. He sat back in shock. Rowan wasn’t a fool; he knew what it was. But he could not believe it.

A witch was right in front of him. A witch had helped him.

Now he felt sick to his bones, he wasn’t taught about witches that heal, nor the ones who are kind. All that he knows is that they were a spawn of the Devil, in league with greater evil ready to pounce on the innocent. Rowan’s group, known as the new settlers of the Town Jericho had been haunting them, jumping from town-to-town. All his life, he had been taught that they are evil and hideous creatures that feed on the soul of humans, but you healed him.

All Rowan knew was to identify and hunt your kind. That was what he was best at. Killing, following orders of Mr. Crackstone, to gain their approval that he is one of them. All Rowan knew was out of textbook knowledge (a textbook he couldn’t even read) now that he is face-to-face with a real witch, he didn’t know what to do.

At first, he wanted to run. To sell you out towards the town, but when he saw the fear. The same fear he has, the same fear of death. Rowan felt conflicted. 

You had nursed him to safety, and yet you didn’t ask for anything else. You told him, you did it out of your own goodwill. You did it out of the goodness of your heart because that is just who you are. You showed that you didn’t need something in return, you showed him how life is not always rewarded when you need to do any of his biddings, all his life he’d been taught that if he followed what Mr. Crackstone said then he’d be rewarded either a full plate of food or new clothes. Sometimes people are just kind, and kindness is something he hasn’t been exposed to.

Now that he knows the truth, he wasn’t mad that you kept it a secret. If ignorance truly is bliss, then paint him to be a blind man. He’d rather be ignorant and live in this fantasy than go back to his old ways, if that meant he got to stay with you, then so be it. 

His thoughts were suddenly cut off when you came barging in the door with tears streaming down your face. You looked frantically in the room, behind you was the young girl that was always staying at your home and always looked at Rowan with eyes like a raven, Goody.

“What’s the matter with thee?” Rowan asked, worried as he tried to stop you, but you pushed him away to go into your own room. You were busy grabbing a large chest, and when you opened its insides, grabbed three books, and placed them in Goody’s hand.

“Take these Goody and go. I do not want you to be put in danger because of me.”

“No!” 

“Goody, I beg thee. Please…. they cannot take all of us.”

“No… I must find a way… I can help you. We can hide— You promised me.”

“Goody, we cannot hide forever.”

Goody with a tear-stricken face could only nod, hugging you in a tight embrace and leaving your home in haste. Rowan does not understand what is going on, but he can feel the significance of your embrace and how it feels like a goodbye. He was confused, what had transpired while you were gone?

Rowan called out your name, “What is happening? Tell me please.”

When you stopped to turn around, Rowan could see the sadness in your eyes and how your shoulders were shaking. You were stuttering the next words. Rowan waited; he could see the heavy breaths you were taking. 

“Leave Rowan. I want you to leave MY house.” You declared, gulping down a large lump in your throat as you pointed towards your door. 

“I doth understand… Tell me what it is that causes thou fear, and I’ll help you, it’s the least I could do.” He stepped towards you, ready to hold your arms in comfort but you placed your hands in front of you to stop him. “I need to understand… please.”

“Rowan, you are in danger.” You admitted, closing your eyes tightly. “Go while I'm telling you kindly.” You said not looking at him but at your hands. Turning around to go back to your room, when he snagged your wrist to prevent you from going elsewhere.

This is what Rowan had feared, the day had come, and he wasn’t prepared for it. “Thou told me that I can stay as long as I wish, then why hast thou pushing me away? Tell me the truth.” Rowan held your hand, rubbing soft circles on your wrist while you cried. “And please look at me while you do so, and then if you’ll ask again, I shall leave. I shall walk out of thy door as thou please.”

With a deep inhale, you stared right into his eyes. Your once bright gaze look solemn with the tears that adorned your face. “Rowan, my sister is dead.”

“And in any second, they shall be here, and I will be next. I will be hunted and those around me will never be safe! Leave while you still can, Rowan. That is all I am asking you, leave and travel far places.” You inhaled and looked at him with pleading eyes, in one devastating motion, you held his face in your palm softly. “Places that you’d call home, places that are far more magnificent than four walls and a bed. Because we knew the truth, this will pass. Whatever you had here, it will. I will remain nothing, but a memory and you will be someone out there, you can do greater things. And only I am hindering you.”

“You are not hindering me. And I will not leave you because... from the beginning, I had already made my choice. My choice is here with you.” He held your wrist softly, preventing you from pushing him away. Leaning towards the warmth that you gave.

“No Rowan, you do not understand… please go.”

“I do. I do understand.”

“Rowan, why can’t you just leave? Go! Leave me. I already—”

“I know you're a witch!” 

You stopped, horror-stricken on your face, hands dropping to your sides looking at his eyes in panic. “What?”

“I knew it from the beginning, that’s why I chose to stay.” He admitted. “It doesn’t take me a long time to wonder why my wounds healed in a span of two days. I'm no fool. And it was my choice to stay.”

“I… I wanted to stay here with you.” 

You closed your eyes tightly; the tears fell to your cheeks as you sighed heavily. He leaned his forehead to yours. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? You should be mad at me; I hid it from you.”

“I’d rather live in the bliss of ignorance than you push me away. I thought we had more time.”

You looked at him with the softest of gaze, Rowan’s wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes. Kissing your eyelids gently. At that moment you forgot to breathe, you forgot all your worries. It was you and him in the comfort of your home. Young people acted like lovers, at that moment everything seemed enough.

One must not forget… this tale isn’t filled with fairy tales and happy endings. This story was the truth, and the truth is often scary, it manifests as your worst nightmares. 

And your story had the harsh slap of reality, and that reality is this happened 330 years ago. A time when witches are hunted, the darkest time in your past life. 

Without warning the door of your home was kicked from its hinges. 

“Look at what we have here.” A chilling voice grinned. “This is where you had been hiding Rowan. And here I thought a son of The New World was dead.” 

Joseph Crackstone grinned, his ever-looming figure almost made him monstrous in your tiny abode. Rowan had placed you behind him, his eyes staring daggers at the older man in the room.

“I am glad, thou already hast caught the witch for us, son. Saves us the trouble of hunting them down, you know what to do, tie her.” Taking a step forward, you flinched but Rowan remained in his position protecting you from Crackstone. At that moment Rowan knew, he didn’t need to think twice and see that his old ways were wrong. He didn’t need to see another innocent life taken right in front of him. He was sick and tired of trying to prove himself to Mr. Crackstone and trying to put himself somewhere he doesn’t belong… but you, you opened your heart to him and gave him a semblance of what a home truly could be.

“If thou hast to take her, you will get through me first.” Rowan growled angrily, trying to push behind him and give you as much space as he could away from Crackstone.

“Son, you have been witched.”

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a/n: im a liar there is angst.

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[nostalgiachan]

Guilt by Association

Twenty-Second Prompt: Vier got arrested. What for?

Mild Act Three Spoilers

Summary: Vier and Astarion are headed home from buying materials for Karlach's big birthday bash. But someone snuck a little extra something in their cargo, and the Flaming Fist aren't too happy about it. (2042 words)

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All cargo sat snug and secure within the bed of the wagon - crates brimming with fireworks, enough alcohol to render the populace of Dawnshire blind twice over, and one comfy silk-lined coffin, inside which a vampire spawn was almost certainly trancing away the hours until sunset. All that remained for Vier to do was pass beyond the walls of Baldur’s Gate, and their fifteen-day journey home would begin. She looked forward to that first breath of open road air; while she didn’t hate the city nearly as much as she once did, she still wasn’t particularly fond of the smell.

But as the cart slowly rolled its way to the city gates, the traffic about seemed to grow thicker and thicker. Soon, they had come to an almost complete halt, the horses barely inching forward every moment or so. As she drew closer to the gate, she could finally make out what seemed to be holding up progress: the Flaming Fist were stopping each passer-through, inspecting their wagons and belongings thoroughly.

Vier wasn’t too terribly worried. After all, the days of the Fist of Bane were almost certainly behind them, and while a wagon full of booze and explosives might raise a few eyebrows, it was far from illegal. At absolute worst, they may inquire after Astarion’s coffin, but surely they wouldn’t harass one of the Heroes of Baldur’s Gate, would they? But she did have to wonder, what had put the Fist on such high alert? When they’d passed into the city only a few days prior, things had seemed quite relaxed at the entryways, and there was nothing else amiss in the city at large as far as she could tell.

The procession of wagons and travelers proceeded at a glacial pace, until at last, it was Vier’s turn for scrutiny. A heavily-armored dwarven woman waved for her to step down from the driver’s seat, which she did without hesitation.

“Morning, madam,” the dwarf spoke, her tone gruff, but professional. “I’m Flame Rynmura. A thousand pardons for the inconvenience, but we’ve had a report of stolen valuables and are checking all outgoing cargo.”

“Oh, dear, must’ve been particularly valuable to shut down the city like this,” Vier spoke casually.

“That it was, madam. Mind if I start with your pockets?”

Vier welcomed the Fist to check, spreading her arms for a pat-down and opening each bag on her person to prove none of them was roomier on the inside than it appeared. When she turned up clean, Rynmura jotted down a few notes on a tablet and proceeded to the next stage.

“Alright, anything in the cargo we should be careful of before we start searching?”

“It’s mostly alcohol and fireworks back there - I was in town to buy them for a party, you see. But you will find a coffin back there, and the contents are, erm…very sensitive. So if you could keep that in the back of the wagon, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

Rynmura’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly upwards at the description of the coffin, but she didn’t seem to pay it much mind otherwise. She waved two more Fists over, and they quickly hopped into the back of the wagon to sort through the goods. One by one, crate after crate was pulled from the back and cracked open, and each was found to be clean.

That was, until the last crate of alcohol was opened.

“Blackhammer, you’re gonna want to see this,” a voice shouted from the inside of the wagon, and Rynmura immediately hustled inside. Not a moment later, she hopped out, carrying in her hands a peculiar pitcher - made of a particularly luminous silver, festooned with engravings of flowers and with a handle molded in the shape of twining vines. Rynmura gave the pitcher a sniff and reeled.

“Yep, feywine, just like he said.” Her gaze grew steely as it landed on Vier. “Madam, you’re under arrest for grand larceny.”

Vier’s face fell as her eyes darted between the pitcher and Rynmura’s face. “Whoa, wait just a moment, there,” she quickly stammered, “I purchased all of this legally! You can go to Felogyr’s Fireworks and….shit, where did Astarion buy the drinks from? W-Whatever, point being, I didn’t steal shit!”

“Madam, this pitcher was reported stolen from Sorcerous Sundries yesterday, and it just so happens to be in your possession. Now, you can either come to the gaol to clear this up, or we can drag you there. Your choice.”

Immediately, the gears were set to turning in Vier’s mind - Who would know the contents of Sorcerous Sundries, and more importantly, how to break into them? Who was in that neck of the city just yesterday under the pretense of buying drinks? Who’s the only sneakthief she knows, and coincidentally was currently sleeping in the back of the wagon?

“Astarion, what the fuck did you do?!” Vier shrieked, causing Rynmura’s free hand to grip her blade’s hilt. The cleric turned to the Fist and raised her hands in submission. “Alright, look, I’ll go along quietly, but you know that coffin I mentioned? I think your actual culprit is in there. You may want to nail it up good and tight before you take it out.”

As Rynmura led Vier away, she seethed. She could already hear his inevitable complaints when they got to the jail, and she would be ready.

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“You sold me out? I honestly can’t believe you! I thought you loved me!”

Like a scene from a comedy, Vier and Astarion sat at opposite ends of the gaol cell’s only bench, arms crossed, glaring at each other. The rats had gathered about them, intrigued by the lovers’ spat.

“I was not taking the fall for something you did! What the bloody hells was so special about this pitcher that you absolutely had to go stealing it when you’d already bought plenty of perfectly good, perfectly legal booze?”

With a huff, Astarion explained his reasoning. “The first time we broke into the Vaults, among all the tomes of forbidden knowledge and fancy magical baubles, I happened to spy that decanter. On the surface, it looked like a rather lovely piece of tableware. But when I peered inside, I saw perfectly preserved feywine. If you know anything about feywine, you know it turns to vinegar after only two days, and there wasn’t a chance in the hells that someone was coming in and refilling this out-of-the-way little jug for kicks. There was something unique about that decanter.”

“I didn’t take it with us then because, well, we were on the rob for more important items. But since we were back in the neighborhood under far more pleasant circumstances, I wanted to see if that decanter was still tucked away somewhere. Thankfully, good ol’ Rolan hadn’t taken the time to update any of Lorroakan’s old security measures, so the path to the Vaults remained the same as ever. I got in easy as pie and sure enough, it was right where I’d last seen it, still filled with the same feywine. And, as it turns out, the decanter didn’t simply preserve what was inside it; it created more.”

“And how’d you figure that one out?”

“By pouring it out, of course.”

A pressure built between Vier’s eyes. “So you came all that way to steal a pitcher specifically for its contents, and then you tried to dump said contents.”

“Yes, because I wanted to test something,” Astarion stated matter-of-factly. “See, I had a suspicion that I wasn’t just looking at something which would preserve its contents. No, I thought I’d found something even better - a Decanter of Endless Wine!”

“...And did you?”

“Yes! I poured and poured, and not once did it run dry! If it had, I could simply replace its contents. Probably. Feywine’s not that hard to find, I’m sure.”

“Okay, so you got a magic pitcher that makes more wine, lovely. But that still doesn’t explain what makes it so essential that you needed to steal it from Rolan.”

“Have you ever had feywine?”

“Not that I can recall, no.”

“Nor can I, but that’s neither here nor there. What I know of feywine is that for we of the elven persuasion - barring those of us who aren’t quite elves anymore, of course - it’s a lovely wine, sweet as summer berries with a minxy little kick. But for anyone else who partakes, it’s like drinking the distilled essence of the Feywild itself. We wanted to throw Karlach the birthday party of a lifetime, no? While this wine might seem poncy and pretentious compared to the homelier brews we bought, in truth, it is a party in a bottle - and with this decanter, an endless party, at that!”

As she listened, Vier felt her frustration dial back from a boil to a simmer. “So…you did it for Karlach?” she asked.

With a hand to his heart, and the other to the air, Astarion answered, “On my honor. I wanted the best that I could get for her, because Gods know she deserves more than your average tavern plonk.”

A voice from beyond the bars of the gaol cell nearly startled the pair out of their skin as it spoke out, “You know, you could have simply asked me to borrow it.”

Vier stood from the bench and approached the locked door. On the other side stood Rolan, looking quite a sight better than he did the last time she’d seen him; he’d grown out his hair a touch, looked quite hale and hearty, and had taken to wearing a practical, yet elegant set of robes befitting the new master of Ramazith’s Tower.

“Listen, I am terribly sorry for all this trouble,” Vier began, but Rolan raised a hand.

“No need, I’ve heard all I needed to,” he said, with a surprisingly gentle smile for such a typically grumpy fellow. “Honestly, I’m almost glad for the intrusion. You reminded me I’d been neglecting the shop’s security while I’ve been busy acquainting myself with the Tower in the last year.”

From the back of the cell, Astarion waved. “Glad to have been of service, darling,” he sassed. “For a bit of gold, I’d be happy to put your defenses to the test again.”

The smile on Rolan’s face was swiftly, albeit temporarily, replaced by his usual scowl. “That won’t be necessary, thank you. Anyway, I do wish we could have reunited under better circumstances. But, I will be happy to drop the charges against you under one condition.”

“Which is?” Vier asked.

“You invite me to this party you’re having. Cal and Lia would also love to see all of you again, should you be willing to have them. Though believe me, I don’t blame you if you wouldn’t.”

With a small laugh, Vier shook her head. “Of course we’ll invite you, Rolan. I promise we’re inviting everyone. It’s not every day Karlach and Wyll get to breathe fresh air, and on Karlach’s birthday, besides. I know Dawnshire’s not the most convenient little town to get to, but everyone who can come is welcome to come.” “Then I’ll be certain to gather up the party for your party.” With a wave, Rolan signaled for one of the Fists standing guard to open the cell, setting Vier and Astarion free at last. “You know, if you don’t have to hit the road immediately, you’re both more than welcome to visit the Tower the right way.”

“I wish we could, but we’ve still got prep to do when we get back home,” Vier sighed. “But we will absolutely see you at the party. Tell Cal and Lia we said hi!”

And with a friendly wave, the two were free to go. As they headed for the exit together, Astarion leaned towards Vier to ask, “So, now that you know my intentions were entirely noble, are we all better?”

Vier crossed her arms across her chest as she walked, looking for a moment as if she was considering her response. But soon enough, a verdict was rendered. “Your heart was in the right place, but you still got me arrested. You’re going to bed hungry tonight.”

The spawn’s anguished whine echoed through the halls of the dungeon.

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[bandagegirl]

Midas headcanon post thats just really his entire life but I can put it under a read more because i'm not adding pictures.

Midas grew up in Anchordeep in an orphanage, a common thing due to the amount of eggs that spawn and not all turning into people. He grew up side by side with a seahorse called Aiota and a swordfish(?) called Haar and Midas himself used to go by Maimai back then. The orphanage was part of a town that focused on jewelry making and being set roughly 70000 years before ingame events, there was child labor. Midas would always eat gemstone shards that were too small to use for jewelry out of hunger and for the texture stim, starting a habit that lasts for eons.

During Midas' early adulthood, Kallamar would throw a big party where even common regular people outside the temple were allowed to attend. While Aiota and Haar were very hyped and attending the party, Midas stayed away from the temple, enjoying the surrounding gardens with some tea he packed for himself. And he would have been enjoying some alone time had a certain god of was not gotten drunk and lost in the garden. Midas offered some of his tea to Shamura and the two got to talking, as much as its possible between a terrified introverted mortal and a drunk god spider. Being in a good mood, Shamura decided to reward the starfish for treating them so well in a quite embarrassing situation. Any one thing that Knowledge or War could provide but Midas has to forget this meeting ever happened and if they ever crossed paths again, Shamura will not recognize him. Midas wished for physical strength, to be always strong enough to be able to lift or move things that others were too weak for, he thought it would be helpful. And so, now with a scar on his topmost head appendage, Midas wakes up alone in the Anchordeep temple's gardens, blessed with incredible strength. But it quickly turns into a curse, now constantly breaking gemstones while trying to carve them. So Midas focuses on cleanup duty instead. He's always had a sharp eye and autism makes him very insistent on how clean things can and should be. After a few years, Midas, Aiota and Haar decide to travel to the temple in hopes of finding better work there, all three now focusing on cleaning the temple. Midas' diligent and hard working nature becomes apparent to the temple's older residence and even Kallamar acknowledges the starfish, allowing him to clean his personal room with the promise of promotion. But a promotion never came due to Midas' anger and jealousy bubbling up at the sight of all the gold, jewelry and other expensive objects in the Squid's room. Mortals work their asses off while getting next to nothing and the bishops get all while throwing huge parties on the regular and sending death to everyone for no reason.

Kallamar catches Midas in the act of stealing and promptly banishes him, not wanting to deal with the starfish's regeneration. Midas makes is way through Silk Cradle, mostly hiding away and getting his hands on smaller arachnids. Until he finds a large cave filled with gold and a well in the middle.

Throwing a spider claw he kept as a weapon into the well, Midas makes a wish. A voice tells him to return to Anchordeep's beach, where he will find a shipwreck filled with treasure. If he wishes for more gold than the ship or Squid carried, the starfish should bring some of it back to this cave. And so he did.

Fortuna, Golden Goddess of the Wishing Well, gives the starfish an offer. Become the eternal servant of the many gods residing in this well and cave, wait for the fall of the Bishops and all his wishes will come true. Accepting it, the golden eel places a crown with a large red gemstone onto the starfish and grants him a new name, not going by Maimai anymore but Midas (pronounced Meedahs because Maidis reminds him too much of the old name).

Ibuprofen, the minor god of Health, binds Midas' life to that of the gods, making him practically immortal. Except for one thing. Any damage received in a fight cannot be healed by any god or magic, a fight is the only thing that can kill the starfish now. And if he dies, so will all the gods bound to him. A load bearing coconut, a king in chess. With this curse being made by a lobster god, it also had the side effect of giving Midas a growth spurt, slowly growing from a regular follower sized starfish to a 2,70 m giant. Now living with many gods, Midas tends to them and their many needs as best as he can, surviving things no mortal should.

When Shamura starts visiting, going from trying to kill all the gods to slowly getting closer to Fortuna, the other gods get scared. Fearing Fortuna would betray them and throw them all to their death at the bishop's claws, they plead to Midas to do something. A plan is created, each and every god is sealed in the wishing well as Fortuna sleeps to their own protection, the seal breaking only when the bishops all have died. Midas isnt good with magic, hurting himself during the sealing while Fortuna asks him to take good care of himself. The starfish awakens next to a gold filled well with the spider bishop overlooking him, their head wrapped in bandages. Shamura stops visiting the cave soon after, Midas isnt why they kept visiting.

Now all alone in the cave except for the rare visitor. Midas' health starts to go south. He goes from a genuinely kind and caring happy man to sleeping for weeks and months. His garden slowly shrinking due to being alone, many gods and especially the God of Pumpkins and Crows used to tend to the garden primarily. And with less in the garden, its less food. And while starvation wont kill him, gold and precious gems weigh heavy in the stomach. Not to mention the gold statues and unlucky thieves.

When visitors do come, Midas' simply repeats a script, its easier to repeat phrases with a customer service smile and quickly teleport away than engange in empty words.

When the Lamb ends up killing all bishops, the well's seal breaks open and many gods rush out, not caring about their shared times together, not caring about Midas who had slowly forgetten his gods except for the vague idea of their existence. Few stay behind, one being Fortuna. And she is just glad to see Midas again after thousands of years.

I draw Midas with golden eyes due to him being a distant wish descendant of Fortuna. A starfish made a wish for children a long long time ago, the first generation carrying Fortuna's deep brown eyes. With each generation, the eyes turned brighter until they reached Midas' eyes of pure gold. He also has golden blood but thats a mess from eating a lot of gold and getting healed with a lot of gold, his body now carrying golden scars around his neck, one shoulder, back of his head and his back, akin to kintsugi.

Midas is a genuinely very kind and caring person, he got it all from Fortuna and you can pry the idea of a kind Midas from my dead hands.

#talk #cult of the lamb #cotl #midas #fortuna

[eccedomini]

@moonlitdelirium

"You will not, under any circumstance, touch anything." Cazador recites his rules like vows of a holy order. "You will not speak to anyone unless I deem you can speak to them." He goes on staring across at the spawn that sat with him in the small carriage with no windows. It is dim, but a faint pale green light shines above them both. The carriage rocks and sways gently, the clear indication that they are walking down cobblestone roads. Still in town.

"You will not speak to the Lord unless I give you permission to do so. He will ask you questions -- I will expect you not to answer to them." Cazador looked his spawn over, dressed in tightly threaded silks, with gold embroidery upon it. His first outing... Cazador almost feels some level of amusement for that. "Do not, at any point, take a drink from him. If he forces one into your hand, you will not drink from it. Understand?"

There are more rules of a similar nature, but Cazador is clearly very monotonous. There will be no interacting of any kind. For all Astarion knows and understands of the situation, he may as well be a statue. Which is practically what he is. Cazador does not have any other spawn with him. Only his newest one.

"You will be respectful." Cazador commands, which feels contrary to every piece of advice he has given so far. "This Vampire is millennias old. Older than you can possible imagine in your vapid little head. He deserves the significance I speak of. You will not make me regret showing you to him. This is not an option."

The carriage slows by the time Cazador is done speaking, and has stopped while Cazador still speaks. When the door opens, it is to a blood red color. The light of lanterns were inside red stained glass, casting a red glow all about the room. The carriage was not outside an estate, but rather inside an impressively covered garage, totally sealed from any outdoor lights. The horses stand in place, flicking their tails and sniffing. Cazador leaves the carriage first, and then, holds his hand out for the spawn.

"Come here." He demands.

#rp #ic #moonlitdelirium

[froggyfroo-art]

Amphibiuary Day 25: Clothes

Art from the parallel universe in which I made my OCs more realistic instead of making it easier for me to draw them playing instruments (still with the hair of course)

#amphibiuary2024 #clothes #silk town spawn #frogs #artists on tumblr #my art #original work #cartoon #cute #cartoon illustration #sts zed #pool frog #traditional illustration #illustration #art #promarkers #traditional art

[idv-news-boi]

What would they do when they play Minecraft {Gamer Group AU}

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Kitty

The first to bring it up and offer to play the game together {Java Edition mostly}

Immediately tries to find a cat or a wolf (without anything prepared besides quick food-)

After that, she makes them homes and sets some traps around their town.

The one literally spamming snow golems in a single storage room that is called "a mini snowman town- by Kitty :3"

The lucky to finds so many allays and brings them to the town for everyone(literally has TNT and fire with her to explode the cages lol-)

Likes to summon iron golems too- despite that it's sometimes a waste of iron if the town is so huge to protect,,, So she often places various blocks on the ground to avoid mobs spawning from the ground but at the same times making sure that the road looks ✨photogenic✨

Rosalyn

Super conscious with what surrounds her.

Keeps dying from explosions and creepers-(like she just can't even hear them until she feels like she's getting attacked by something -)

The one who decorates the group's little town with flowers and many trees.

Teaches Akihiko how to make a bonsai, japanese man is now pleased.

Always takes some flowers in the way, wants the town they'll make to be a bit more nature like.

Owns lots of bunnies and snowman thanks to Angel and Kitty's help,,, she just loves them and finds them so neat-

Has the habit of spending her time on making the town's ground look at least plain, no block shall be looking like a hill-/ih

Angel

Big fanatic with making architecture in the game, one would come up to him and ask for help with building something(and they would help him by lending the materials he recommends)

The first to start building a wall surrounding where the group is settling once Laurence and Eiji decided it make a little town for everyone,,, neat.

When mining, he gets super excited when seeing a diamond, emeralds or a lapis.

Silently judges at the villager's fashion sense and the armor design of the game -

Eiji

Freaking takes the main lead in the enchantment table, likes to work a lot with improving everyone's armor and making potions too.

He even created an aesthetic witch cabin for himself-

Angel, Laurence, and Eiji are business partners when it comes to trading building blocks, despite competing who is the best at building.(Angel doesn't take it too seriously tho since he's most focused with improving the town's walls most of the time)

DEFINITELY CREATES A MINI CHINA TOWN AREA-- plus a house for Rosie bc he somehow heard her mutter wanting a Chinese home near a cherry blossom tree in the voice chat before- :DD

When discovering that there's a banboo forest somewhere far when going out of the town, he just right away records the coordinates and start making a "silk train road" from the group town to the forest-(wants to keep pandas close to him somehow-/IH)

Confidently makes a nether portal and makes a safe post for everyone to enter safely without getting attacked by nether mobs(big mvp-)

Laurence

Helps Kitty bring a lot of wolves to the town by rope, and make everyone in the group at least tame 2 dogs for self protection/ih

Came up with the idea to have a city, but Eiji convinced him that despite being like 7 people, they don't have a lot of people to make a city within a short time.

He created the writing news board in the center of the village which helps people requests what they need or announce something important.

Already planning to build a skyscraper before everyone, of course, Eiji and Angel are trying to compete with him with their shrines and palaces-

The ones who mainly leads in the group with the equipment and weapons- teaches beginner Rosie and Akihiko how to use the long range bow and shield for defence purposes. As they can barely even survive with just a diamond sword,,-

There was a time he placed a untamed fox for Rosie and Kitty each as gifts since he heard them mentioning they love foxes. But the biggest oof was that Rosie owns bunnies loose in her house and Kitty has a recently found untamed wolf at that time so it went so bad for Rosalyn's bunnies and Kitty's supposedly new fox :'3 Laurence ended up apologizing to Rosie mostly tho- Kitty doesn't have to know/ih

Akihiko

Likes to prefer stay inside the town, walls keep him safe usually.

Would cook for the group, even make a big storage room filled with food or certain blocks that looks like a konbini(convenience store)

Helps Rosie with cleaning around the town and make the ground look flat for people's future building projects.

Literally makes a little japanese area sect in some part of the town, and the rest of the group would place a sign in front of the japanese bridge entrance that says "Japan Village 02"-

Does a lot of building tricks when making furniture- watches a lot of furniture diys.

#📰// headcanons #gaming au

[convexicalcrow]

Have I got enough crop fields yet? Probably not lol. It is all food for the farmer who decided to live in my tower as a source of emeralds.

Which I can then use to level up the other friends who live in this little shack. Toolsmith, two weaponsmiths, armourer, and a leatherworker. Also I finally fixed the build, it looked a right mess bc I kept having to patch up holes and ofc I don't have silk touch yet so. Stone is a Pain rn. Also excuse the grass staircase, golems like spawning up on the roof and I have been too lazy to spawn-proof that yet lmao.

Behold! The world's slowest iron farm! bc if villagers are gonna keep spawning golems, I might as well farm them. I will need some more wandering traders to come by though, I have lost two leads into the lava so far rip.

Got the idea for this from when Cub instigated something similar at ConCorp to deal with excess golems, though his worked a lot better than mine lol.

I do think I will need a proper iron farm at some point when I feel brave enough to build one and switch the world to easy, but that's a job for later.

Also! Villager breeder! Made from memories of watching Stress build hers on-stream last year. It works! :D Just don't ask me how I'm getting the villagers OUT of the pit they're currently in. XD I decided that's a job for future me to deal with lmao. Still, feeling pretty good that it worked, bc it's the first one I've ever built. :D

Also I feel *slightly* bad for putting this under the barn, but it had the space I needed. I will have to decorate this properly later as well, it's not going to be this ugly forever. XD

Also this is what I built on top of the hill. I had thought about a lighthouse or tower or something, but I went with this instead. It's a temple for Hekate, based on the one I visit in meditation. It's not a traditional design for that reason, bc I wanted the one I know, not one I don't know. It sits on a cliff edge like this overlooking a large bay of water surrounded by forest. So it fits really nicely here.

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with this world, and what I want to build, and thinking about Scar's advice for themes that give you things to build. So if there's a Hekate temple here, and that's the vibe I'm going for, well, that gives me ideas for other infrastructure I want to build, and how to work with the block palette I've picked.

I kinda want to riff off what Cub did at ConCorp, and have like, specific buildings for specific villager jobs. So there'll be a library for librarians, market stalls, a proper blacksmith for the tool/weapon/armourers etc, that kind of thing. And I want them scattered around the land that I've cleared, I don't want them all packed in together. I want them to be free to wander and sleep and do their jobs, but still be safe inside their buildings.

And then I want to build a larger temple for Hekate in the centre of town, based off a Cathedral-like temple I've seen in meditation before, though it won't be a gigantic mega-build. It will probably be something I do much further down the track though.

Also! I have a zombie spawner I want to turn into an xp farm, and maybe it won't be the best one ever, it would still be nice to have a better source of xp than villager trading.

So yeah, I have like, ideas in mind for where this world is going to go. I want to make this a more long-term world, and slowly chip away at these projects as I work my way through the early game and get myself established. I'm really enjoying this world, and getting to know java minecraft better, since I spend so much time watching people play java. I'm always surprised at how much I've picked up just through osmosis. So yeah. Having a lot of fun with this world and I'm excited to sink more time into it and keep building it up. :D

#minecraft builds #java solo world #survival builds #villager breeder #the world's slowest iron farm #temples and shrines #future plans #villa hekatea

[gaykarstaagforever]

I got tired of my PS3 Skyrim playthru having a framerate of 6, because it has to remember the 300 pounds of potions I will never use that I am carrying around. So I decided to finally install all the DLC from the other disc. Upgrade to a version if the game after Todd learned the binding rituals necessary to make a PS3 act like a computer that wasn't built by angry insane people.

I loaded an old save and traveled to Whiterun. Nothing of note happened. I took the carriage to Falkreath, the one city I haven't been to yet.

At the gate of that city, there was a moment where four people spawned in T-posed (T is for Todd), between the two guards. Then they resolved into a courier, an orc Dawngaurd guy, and two Miraak cultists.

A guard asked me about seeing a dog. (Barbas, the start of the Clavicus Vile quest). Before he could finish, he was interrupted by one of the cultists. Before the cultist could finish, HE was interrupted by the courier. So the courier could give me a letter from the jarl about some free real estate.

Because obviously the message about how I can build a house that looks like every other house in the game is more important than the threat issued by an immortal wizard from beyond the veil of time. Todd.

While I was dealing with this, the cultists wandered back into town and started fighting the town guard.

For any RP purposes, this had nothing whatsoever to do with me, so I ignored it and talked to the orc. He told me how I should kill vampires and how to start doing that, the start of the Dawngaurd quest. Then he himself walked back into town. To aggro on the cultists.

I was still thinking about that cool dog I had just found out about, so I turned the opposite way and ran up the road to find him. I was immediately attacked by FOUR master vampires and their thralls.

Mercer and Cosnach attacked them. Since I was still close to town and the cultists were apparently dead, the town guard and the Dawngaurd orc ran out to help with the vampires. They died quickly, with all the help.

Cosnach still had the Staff of Ice Storm, however, so he managed to friendly-fire nearly everyone in the battle. The guards attacked him, so he and Mercer aggro'd on them and killed them.

But Cosnach had also hit Mercer during the vampire fight. So after the guards were dead, Mercer aggro'd on Cosnach. And I have no way of stopping him from killing him. So I had to lose all 7 minutes of this by reloading a save.

...On the plus side, the framerate was smooth as silk the whole time.

Edit: Upon reload, it went about the same way. Except minus the Dawngaurd orc. And Cosnach pissing everyone off.

And when it was over,

DRAGON

Todd!

#skyrim #honey mustard the elf #todd #i took cosnach's staff away in the reload #it is still funny but i really don't have time for this nonsense

[thecandlelightsociety]

Haven't gotten around to the coining posts just yet. We've been busy with irl stuff and our syscourse sideblog (luckily this time around more healthily) and have also slipped back into Minecraft binging on our Switch.

The world started as Astra's but has kind of evolved into more of a system world with Astra as the lead. It's a bit roleplay heavy for a single player world with our own custom made story based on Minecraft's quasi lore. There is something extremely off with our world though, almost like the beginning parts of a creepypasta. Maybe it's all the From the Fog letsplays we've been watching but some of the stuff on it is quite unnerving.

The main highlights are an underwater ruined portal with still liquid lava surrounding it, Endermen who can just casually stroll through the rain like it's nothing, and a massive chunk of dry land and air under the ocean with grass blocks and everything that just immediately cuts off into the ocean at the edges. At the higher parts of it you can jump and end up swimming, then sink right back into the air pocket. Drowned that swim into it continue to swim through the dry air occasionally, but most just get confused on the land. When looked at closer this big cube of surface at the bottom of the sea also happens to be an entrance to a massive mineshaft with a bunch of dungeon spawners inside, and the caves in the mine connect it to a small hole next to the village nearby we decided to name Innsmouth. We dubbed the mineshaft and connected caves the Sunken Mines and it's a really creepy location.

For some reason the villagers in Innsmouth are super buggy too. Most of them keep being kicked from their job blocks then reconnected or connected to another one. Their pathfinding is abysmal and they keep walking into walls without my help redesigning buildings. To add to the creepy factor they keep having kids and they all end up joining the Clerics even though there is only two potion stands in the town. While Astra had some RP of them secretly worshipping and making deals with the Drowned Lovecraft style the more we interact with the town the more it feels like it's eerily playing into it.

Oh and our first Librarian we introduced to the town got struck by lightning and turned into a witch like the day after we bought silk touch from them. We nametagged and imprisoned them and made up a fun side story of a witch Cult infiltrating the town. This then took a life of it's own like with the drowned clergy thing as witches keep spawning on the outskirts of the town every night, especially near the Mangrove tree we bought from a Wandering Trader. Maybe that's a feature because swamp=witches but we dunno.

Overall very spooky world. We're sure you can see why we've slaked on Tumblr with a world like that to explore. We'll get it done soon though.

#minecraft #candlelight rambles #personal update