You want to know my absolute biggest self-indulgent post BG3 headcanon?
Maybe five, ten years down the line, Gale (after he’s spent a great deal of time researching immortality and ways to undo Astarion’s vampirism) and Rolan (when he has truly mastered Ramazith’s tower and the knowledge within), are able to offer Aylin and Isobel a way to equitably split Ayln’s immortality. After all, Kethric was able to tap into Aylin’s powers to keep himself alive after he should have died many times over, and Lorrroakan seemed convinced he could also use Aylin for such purposes.
However, this technique cannot make them both immortal. What it does is make Aylin’s life incredibly long, but finite, and gives Isobel a lifespan to match it. Aylin maintains most of her divine abilities, but she has to be more careful because they’re not sure she will resurrect the way she used to, or what effect her dying might have on Isobel’s life, tied to Aylin’s in this magical way.
Selúne makes no apparent protest over her daughter becoming mortal. Perhaps when she sent Aylin to Moonrise all those years ago she knew what awaited her daughter there—the joy and the suffering. Perhaps some of her divinatory abilities had given her a glimpse of a silver haired half-elf cleric centuries before she brought Aylin into being. Perhaps all along she knew that another, dark-haired half-elf would also need Aylin’s guidance.
If any of this is true, the Moonmaiden keeps her own counsel about it.
Several centuries later, people visiting Baldur’s Gate comment how every the monuments for the heroes of the netherbrain crisis are so well maintained compared to some of the others. Locals tell them that every couple years or so a pair of women pass through and clean them up, cast warding spells, and lay flowers.
“They always do it in the dead of night, but it’s always under the light of the full moon… they’re not the best at hiding, those two,” the proprietor of the inn nearest the monuments will explain if asked.
Once, when he’s explaining this to a curious couple at the bar, a woman stands up at a nearby table to declare, “DAME AYLIN DOES NOT HIDE, DAME AYLIN PAYS TRIBUTE TO HER COMRADES UNDER THE FULL EYE OF HER MOTHER, OUR LADY OF—”
Her companion gently touches her arm to stop her, and says “Sorry. We’ll take the check when you’re ready.”
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†⃨⃰‧̍̊ ◟ ͜ ͜ ͜ ◞ Creepiness Inspired SNPTs。
🔪 、 System Names ; The Cryptids, The Uncanny Valley, Miserablity, Forest entities, Silhouettes Collective, Sys(tem)phobia, (In)Comprehensible Horrors, Hated by God Collective, Abandoned Saints, Heaven’s Outcasts, Eyefilled/Eyeful.
🗡️ 、 Names ;Creysia, Ezra¹, Halorina, Izzysia, Mikyna, Glenallen², Katherine, Keir, Loathye, Sinsel, Starecile, Oddina, Lagoona, Siren, Entiyne, Mira(belle), Miserine, Phobie, Eyesia.
1: Hebrew for "Help" (Noun). 2: source(link).
⚰️ 、 Pronouns ; Uncan/Uncanny, Abomi/Abomination, Cree/Creepy, Stare/Staring, Wat/Watch, Out/Outcast, Weird/Weirdo, Crypt/Cryptid, Eldri/Eldritch, Enti/Entity, Fores/Forest, Fog/Foggy, Miss/Missing, Abandon/Abandoned, Misery/Miserable, Horr/Horror.
🪦 、 Titles ; The Terrifying Entity, Prn filled with Misery, The Crucified Horror, Prn who’s Watching (from the Forest), (The) Reverse God, Prn’s Miserable Existence, The Silhouette from your Nightmare, Satan’s Messenger, Prn who hides in the Fog.
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Based on this self indulgent post I wrote the other day, about a Kuro AU feauturing 5 years old Ciel and a new demon dad who's doing his best. Suddenly this little scene popped into my mind, then I remembered my talented fren @grelleswife's Dadbastian fanfic The Wolf (link here!) so I guess that, even though it's not exactly the same setting, I must have gotten subconsciously inspired by it 😅
During his days in the cult all little Ciel could do was try to survive the best way his young mind could think about, and when he had just been rescued by the demon he was weak and sickly, barely alive even, and then pretty much catatonic. Once the dust has settled, however, the realization that his family won't come back dawns on him, and he starts having nightmares about monsters with deformed faces that laugh while hurting him. Moreover, even though he's supposed to be back at his house the place doesn't feel too familiar. The first night the demon hears the child screaming and crying, they try to comfort him as best as they can with the scanty knowledge they have about comforting children. After a while they have an idea, based on the partially burned portrait they found from which they could make out the shape of the family pet.
(You ain't foolin' anyone trash demon, you're starting to care about the smol).
When Ciel wakes up the next morning, he's still surrounded by the borzoi's slender but fluffly body. He yawns and rubs his eyes, and then sits up and just stares at the creature that looks so much like his late pet.
"Good morning, child." the voice coming from the dog says, without really expecting an answer, "Did you sleep well?"
After a pause, the child that up until this point hadn't spoken at all utters a single word, albeit almost in a whisper.
"Hm? I am afraid I could not hear that. Come again?"
Ciel lifts a little hand, points a finger at the animal and raises his voice a bit. "Sebastian."
"Ah. Well, yes, I guess you can call me that from now on, if you so wish." the demon answers with a small nod, and Ciel could swear he sees his snout twist into a faint smile.
Sebastian then sleeps on Ciel's bed, in the form of the soft borzoi, every night until the child is a little older and can be alone at night.
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any aki fics in your drafts ? :)
oh I have... too many... most of them are just small scraps I'll probably never truly finish, but the current draft I was working on (before bg3 brainworms possessed me) was my elf prince aki x witch reader fic...
it's about 10k words right now! definitely will resume working on it when I've finished a few more tidbits for bg3. I'm experimenting with making it my first true multi chapter fic (under the influence was more of a super long one shot just split up...)
basically aki is the prince of a well established kingdom and reader is a witch, magic has been outlawed so their relationship is forbidden... I'll share a small bit of it for you...
There's a man leant on the door, your door, clutching his side. His clothes are simple, pants and a tunic with long sleeves, nothing you'd place as out of the ordinary. Knights from the kingdom would be wearing armor covered in motifs of the royal family's crest, and even commoners would most likely be donning a necklace or a pin or something that'd identify them. You glance him up and down, and he seems to have none of that.
Surrounding the hand he has pressed into his side, the off-white of his tunic is stained a dark red you can notice even with only the stars and moon to illuminate him. You feel an ache twist in your gut. His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe. His hair is dark and shoulder-length, tied in a half-up style, a small ponytail on the back of his head. Poking out from his hair is a pair of distinct pointed ears. They're decorated by an array of studs and hoops, with black, star shaped earrings hanging from his lobes.
You watch his jaw tighten as he speaks, the bridge of his nose in a knot, "Please, I don't mean any harm, I was-" He winces, sucking in a breath through his teeth, "I was training in the woods, and suddenly became overwhelmed by devils- I won't be a bother, I only want to rest until the storm clears. And then, I'll be on my way. I swear it."
Devils?
Wait. Your gaze flickers to his expression, pinched slightly as he tries to hide his discomfort. Then, to his side, his hand pressed to an obvious wound, blood staining his fingertips and speckling the sleeve of his shirt. This is your fault.
When you head into the woods to forage, you cast your distraction spell on the opposite side to lure demons over to it, giving you temporary safety. Sometimes there are stragglers, but most of the demons will head towards the area, drawn by the rune without their control.
This man sounds like he's telling the truth, and he's clearly injured. If he came here alone to train, he must've been expecting a fight he could win. But you sent every single demon in the area to one location; a risky spell, but effective as long as you know where it's been cast. He didn't.
Even after the spell had been dispersed, even once the rain came down and the demons ran to hide in their holes, there would still be a ton of them, all in one place. Hell, as far as you're concerned, he's lucky to be standing. He could have suffered a whole lot worse than just a single injury.
But what if there's more wounds you can't see?
You take a step away from the door. The rain continues to drum overhead, and you hear the man briefly stumble, mumbling a swear to himself through gritted teeth. Your heart is pounding, and you don't know what to do.
You shouldn't let him in. You shouldn't help him, shouldn't heal him, you should pretend no-one's home and leave him be without meddling. You know that, and yet you can't help but tell yourself you need to help him, you can't shake this feeling that you're the only one who can.
There isn't anyone else out here, not for miles. He won't make it out in this storm, and if he leaves the protection of the cottage he'll surely be attacked again. From what you can see, he doesn't even have a weapon on him, and even if he tries to run you doubt he'd make it far.
It's been a while since you've last met or spoken to someone, you haven't since those knights a long while ago. You hear a faint knock at the door once more, and your lips part, although you aren't sure what to say. Ultimately, you're silent, but you shuffle over to the kitchen in a hurry, stumbling through cabinets to search for what medicine you have left.
Although you shouldn't, you can't help but care about him, even if you hardly know him. You can't let him in, that much is true. He walked over the mushroom circle with no problem, so you're assuming he can't detect spells. Regardless though, your cottage is covered in magical items, in spellbooks that were supposed to be burned with the rest of them. And you aren't the best at keeping your cool, if you say one wrong thing and he somehow discovers you're a mage, his injuries will be the least of your concerns.
You'll give him some standard medicine, nothing infused with magic, just some herbs and some ointment for his wound. Then, you'll tell him you can't accept visitors, and he must be on his way. That's the most you can do for him.
You gather the herbs, the ointment, and some bandages, placing them all in a small, spare pouch you found on the counter. You walk over to the door, hands shaking as you attempt to gather the courage to open it. You'll be fine, he won't know a thing, you'll be just fine.
"Okay," The man's smooth voice starts from behind the door, he sounds slightly out of breath, "I don't think anyone is home, so I'm… I'm going to try to come in now. I'm not robbing you, just need to get the hell out of this rain- Please, don't kill me."
Shit.
The door unlocks in a hurry then, you fling it open and the man sways forward, almost tripping once what he was leaning on disappears. He's rather tall, even taller when he stands up straight. Deep blue eyes meet yours and you must be making a face, because he's quickly making amends.
"Thank the Gods. It's okay," He says, he gives you a reassuring look, but his skin is pale and he seems lightheaded, "It isn't as bad as it looks, I'll be… fine, I'm…"
With one more stumble, his eyelids flutter, his knees buckle and he falls into you, giving you just enough time to catch him. You squeak in surprise, he's already limp in your arms and you're barely able to hold up his weight. Rain pelts the ground, and in between the rhythmic drone, tiny droplets of blood slowly splatter against the floor of your cabin with a plip, plip.
Damn. And you were hoping to eat your stew while it was still hot.
also including this small part even tho it doesn't have anything to do with anything because... aki's cute when he's introducing himself...
"I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?" He starts, a hand extended out for you to shake, "You can call me Aki, I'm glad to be acquainted."
You'll allow him to stay, just long enough so he can recover, and then he'll have to be on his way. He can't discover you're a mage. A witch, as the kingdom would call it. If even a hint of suspicion arises, you have a potion that erases memory in case of emergencies — Once infused with a hint of your magic, he'll forget everything about you, up to the moment you'd met.
You won't give him the chance to be suspicious in the first place.
"Nice to meet you."
You don't take his hand. Instead, you give him a once over, and then you stride over to the fireplace, tossing in another log from the pile.
Aki lowers his hand slowly, placing it in his lap. "Could I know your name as well? I'd like to know who I should be thanking for saving my life."
"I'm going to bed," You head towards your bedroom, and you take one last look at him over your shoulder as your hand closes around the doorknob, "I'll be waking up early tomorrow to gather herbs for your medicine, I'll try not to wake you when I do. I suggest you get some rest, you won't regain your strength without it."
"Goodnight," Aki murmurs, before you can close your bedroom door behind you. "Sleep well."
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