#[magically induced]

[egophiliac]

I've had a beast of a cold for the last few days, but I wanted to get this out before the new year! while I've sort of made my peace with my first take on Lilia's UM poster, I really wanted to do a version with the new context that chapter 6 gave us. because. c'mon.

(don't worry, Lilia can carry ALL HIS KIDS AT ONCE)

[weiner-does-preg]

Beira mistook Fulmine’s Preg potion stash for ale and has drank the lot of them.

Oooh I love this

That’s a big un’

[thethiefandtheairbender]

endless list of otps: (remake) Callum and Rayla, The Dragon Prince

Rayla, I was wrong. I waited too long. I hope you know—I know.

[steampoweredwerehog]

Finally drew my artificer that I’ll hopefully be playing soon

His name is Geralt Owens and he’s. Normal.

[aunttheta]

Something that has always felt like an interesting choice to me when reading the island comes back fics is the way it seems like the island coming back fixes all of Siffrin's memory problems, like it's not a bad choice or anything and honestly most of my my favorite isat fics are the ones where the island come back because of just how well written they are. I just honestly believe his memory problems are permanent now

I mean I highly doubt getting brain blasted by the universe everytime you remember something that vaguely reminds you of home would be healthy for your brain, it kinda feels like a scooper yknow like it goes in to get the specific memories but a scooper isn't exactly the most coordinated tool so other things get scraped out along with the target, and causes alot of damage as a result that can't really be fixed.

Now I do fully believe that the island coming back would make it easier for Sif to remember more basic words and things like that since they would have access to his native language again since that is absolutely apart of the problem and he might even have more childhood memories too

But generally speaking I think their memory would still be pretty bad, exhibit (A) being that one event you can get where they forget the names of the party who are all unrelated to the island and shouldn't be getting their names blasted out of Sif's memory, I honestly believe this is a pretty good example of how good Siffrin's general memory unrelated to the island wish craft blasting is actually doing, well I say unrelated more like he's been blasted so many times that it's affecting his actual general memory, which isn't something I think can be fixed by the island coming back.

And I honestly believe this to likely be the case for most of the islanders and anyone else that had a strong connection to it, I don't have much evidence for this specific thought since the only islanders we meet in the game are Sif and the king, and then the daydreaming one outside of them having a strong connection to it, but I believe how often someone gets memory wiped likely plays a pretty significant role to how much it effects their memory.

All that is to say I think it would be super interesting to explore the possibility of Siffrin's memory not getting fixed or really improving in any significant way outside of unlocking a few childhood memories and finally being able to think in their own language again, because imagine the pain of realizing a decent amount of your population has been permanently affected by a bad wish and it can't be undone, the damage happened and they WILL have to live with it for the rest of their lives, will it get any worse now that the island is back? No probably not but the island has been gone for so long that the damage done to these peoples memory likely ranges from moderate to severe and it can't be fixed, it's apart of them now, a lasting affect from the tragedy of losing their home they way they did and for how long it was gone too.

Now applying all of the former to Siffrin and think about how that could be explored as apart of the restoration of the island, how that could affect families finally getting to reunite with their loved ones, Sif's bad memory is one of his biggest insecurities in the game because of how paralyzing the thought of forgetting his loved ones is to them, and I think it would be so interesting to explore in a scenario where the island comes back, they get to relearn the constellations but their memory is still pretty bad and he forgets it all about a month later, that kinda of thing, I just think it'd be a hard hitting point in the lasting effects of what happened, kinda like how the loops will stick with him

And not just him but probably other islanders too.

Jeeezzzz this was a long rant lol, okay I'm done I just really love thinking about Siffrin's memory, and I honestly don't think enough people truly explore it in a more in depth way, because his bad memory is so important for some of his behavior, like their coin, the desperation to be close to the party, the desperation in not wanting to forget but knowing you're going to and how horrifying that can be when it's about people you love. Just thinking about it alot is all.

[cripplecharacters]

got a char w generational geokinesis. he’s disabled his brother is not. mixed magical/medieval/steampunk environment. he walks w canadian crutches (4 point gait) but uses his powers to create flat surfaces to walk on or skip inclines (ie creates a path of crystal over sand, or a rising platform of stone to get over a hill). he never stops using his crutches, just creates accessibility. is that erasure or?

Hello,

No, that's not erasure, this is actually what I recommend people do when they're accidentally doing something that's erasure. When someone gives their disabled character a magical fix that negates their disability, this is the kind of alternative we look for. Instead of moving the iron in the blood of his legs to walk (which is bad,) he's creating accessibility for himself and just going about his disabled way.

Erasure would be giving him a power that lets him walk around normally, like a character with telekinesis using it to move their paralyzed legs to walk. This isn't doing that, he's just got a good way of adapting to inaccessible locations and terrains.

Mod Aaron

[mahoushojo-chan]

Astarion x Tav || Anxiety Attack

gonna be right by your side (no matter what)

synopsis: he's never seen her look so frightened before. she trembles slightly, keeping her hands close to her body. she doesn’t even meet astarion’s gaze. it’s as if she's still focused on the creature, even though it's no longer within her line of sight. her breaths begin to come in starts, and his senses can hear her pulse skyrocketing.

an excerpt of “���cause my love (is mine, all mine)”

word count: 1739

pairing: astarion/tav

other tags: f!reader, bard!tav, hurt/comfort, light angst, non-sexual intimacy, romantic tension, friends to lovers, panic attack comfort, magically induced anxiety attack, song inspo: No Matter What by Zach Callison and Michaela Dietz

ao3: here

concept: panic attack comfort

After hours of traversing the dangerous depths of the Underdark, it finally dawns on Tav that the subterranean caves aren’t exactly suitable for a two-person adventuring party consisting of a bard and her dashing rogue companion. In the process, Tav has expended all her spell slots, save for two level one spells, and has endured not only physical damage, but psychological damage from the amount of whining that Astarion is putting her through.

“Gods, I truly hate it down here. Darling, let’s set a goal to live in a nice, lavish palace full of pointless luxuries.” Astarion insists, and almost enjoys the implication of living with each other in the future enough to forgive his incessant complaints. Almost.

She bites her tongue, because she figures it’s hard enough to give up life in the sun for a darkness he doesn’t truly care for. She’ll pester him about it later, but she knows the wound is still fresh for him right now.

It’s late into—well, it’s rather difficult to tell what the time is. Tav considers taking one more short rest, but she knows that they’re almost there.

“You know, I’ve actually never been to this place.” He says, now that they’re near enough to look for the entrance. Cazador’s entrance to the Underdark lead to some old vampire’s keep, located just to the east of Baldur’s Gate, auspiciously under the Fields of the Dead. “I wonder what wonders could be inside—hm?”

He stops when he notices Tav isn’t moving and narrows his eyes to try to see what she’s looking at. Though Astarion possesses keen night vision, the initial sight is somewhat obscure. At first, it appears as a mere silhouette, and in the Underdark, it's impossible to be wary of every peculiar shadow. Yet, after a moment, he discerns distinct horned features, and the shadowy form takes on the semblance of a horned humanoid, its eyes oozing pure horror, and it points a finger at them.

“Hells.” Astarion mutters, instinctively switching to disengage stealthily. He ducks behind the last corner they came from, and expects Tav to follow—before he turns to see her still rooted firmly in place.

“What are you doing? Get over here, quickly!” He hisses at her, but rather uncharacteristically, she doesn’t respond. He’s used to her fearless antics, and this does look like something she’d be rather interested in, but there’s only so much stupidity he’s able to take. Out of options, he grabs the back of her cloak and pulls, successfully tugging her behind the corner. “Are you insane?” He snaps, but the second he turns his attention away from the creature and towards Tav, he immediately freezes.

He's never seen her look so frightened before. She trembles slightly, keeping her hands close to her body. She doesn’t even meet Astarion’s gaze. It’s as if she's still focused on the creature, even though it's no longer within her line of sight. Her breaths begin to come in starts, and his senses can hear her pulse skyrocketing.

“Breathe, darling.” He instructs, but she isn’t listening to him—more importantly, she still isn’t moving. It’s not that he doesn’t want to comfort her, but he’s pretty sure the monster, whatever it is, is still slowly stalking towards them.

Quickly, as a last-ditch effort, he hoists her onto his back. She’s still heavy, and she’s slowing him down. Even if it might be faster to hide her and look for the entrance himself, when she stutters, “’Starion?” In that quiet, uncharacteristically weak voice, he knows he can’t leave her.

“Right here, my sweet, right here.” He reassures quietly, still looking for the entrance while trying to keep out of the creature’s sight. At the very least, it didn’t seem very perceptive.

Eventually, he sees a crack of firelight in the wall—just enough to reveal concrete slabs behind the layers of rock, and enough to illuminate the edges of a wooden door. He quickly dashes towards it and pries the door open, entering and putting her down before closing the door behind him. He looks through the iron keyhole to see if the monster will pass, but a voice breaks his concentration.

“Astarion,” Dalyria says, sounding relieved.

“Shh.” He dismisses. “There’s something outside.”

Dalyria stays silent for a moment before recognition tinges her voice. “Ah. You mean the Nightwalker. It’s okay, it hasn’t bothered any of us. It seems if we stay out of its way, it won’t go out of its way to hurt us. It’s been a bit of a relief if anything.” She tells him, but Astarion isn’t reassured quite yet. They had stayed well out of its way, and it seemed to target them still.

Still, seeing that the creature has at least stopped chasing them down, Astarion finally ducks down towards Tav, seeing her state once again. He knows something is wrong with her, and not something natural. She was normally fearless—and while he knew that wasn’t entirely true, it was too sudden for her to completely cower at some unknown, shadowy figure when she had faced devils and shades more fearsome than the creature they encountered. He knows it must have done something to her, but now that they are in relative safety, he just needs her to breathe, gods damn it.

“Is she alright?” Dalyria asks, trying to peer over Astarion’s shoulder to see Tav. His first instinct is to bristle, but he knows that out of all his siblings, Dalyria is probably the best to take a look at her.

A little reluctantly, he steps aside. Dalyria observes her for a moment, and takes her hand, but Tav immediately withdraws as though burned. She still can’t speak, but Dalyria discerns, “I wonder if this is its effect on the living.”

“And? Your verdict? What are we supposed to do?” He snaps, but he can’t stand to look at her shivering form anymore, so he turns away.

“You may just have to wait it out,” Dalyria accepts. “I could attempt to heal a physical ailment, but this seems mostly mental. If it’s magically induced, though, it shouldn’t last very long once it’s out of her sight.”

Astarion curses under his breath. He ducks down, and peers at Tav again. Her face is pressed into her hands, and her knees are tucked in. It seems to be more grounding behaviour than anything else. He takes her side.

“Where is everyone else?” He asks Dal, but he doesn’t take his gaze off Tav.

“They’re trying to calm the other spawn. It’s turmoil out there. So many of them… they haven’t been free in forever. Trying to reel them all in feels impossible.” She sighs. “I only came to check in on you. Should I… leave you, for a moment?” She asks, looking at his companion again.

He heaves a hefty sigh. They had finally come all this way, but… “For now.” He reassures, partially to himself. He glances over his shoulder. “We’ve prepared supplies, but we weren’t able to carry all of it here. The rest should be at the entrance to Cazador’s castle. You can use them as rations for now.”

Dalyria nods in understanding. “I’ll tell the others,” she assures him. “Then, once everyone has fed… please come to us then. We’ll be waiting in the dining room. All of us.”

He doesn’t respond, even as she shuts the door. Instead, he turns his attention back to Tav. He’s glad he can speak freely without revealing too much of themselves. He sighs dramatically. “Come now, love, this doesn’t suit you at all. Stop this, you’re being ridiculous.”

He’s hoping to provoke her into responding, but it seems the magically-induced fright is not something that can just be taunted away. It’s difficult, because he knows if he were under such an effect, she would be able to ward it off immediately. In fact, it was one of her special skills to divert charms and fears with her own.

“What’s that song you normally sing? The song about Heroism, with some drivel less about heroes and more about some saccharine ‘love and friendship’ and whatnot?” He asks, hoping to trigger her memory. She stirs, but it looks more like she’s withdrawing further into herself.

As a last ditch effort, Astarion begins to hum what he knows of the melody. It’s terrible and off-key, and he’s not even sure he’s remembering more than the chorus. To grab her attention, he drums his fingers on the top of her head playfully, approximately to the rhythm of the song that he remembers.

He continues humming, stopping ever so often to prompt her to continue. Eventually, in a shaky, unsupported, quiet mutter, she sings the lyrics to the song as a call-and-response.

Encouragingly, he perks up immediately. He continues his humming, and as they continue, she switches from call-and-response to providing the actual lyrics to the section he hums. She finally raises her head—ever so slightly—to meet his eyes.

When she continues, she continues with the melody, a little more confidently. She takes the opportunity to hold his hands, gripping both his hands with hers. He lets her continue the song on her own, and her fear seems to be dissipating. She garnishes her performance with pretty runs and vibratos, but then she looks at him expectantly—this time, she wants him to follow her lead, and she seems to be expecting more than humming.

Softly, she switches to a quiet new verse of the song, “With all that you were,” she sings.

“With all that you were,” he responds, though it’s more of him talking with a lilt than singing.

“With all that you’ll be,” she adds.

“With all that you’ll be,”

“With all that you’ve won and lost,”

He thinks he understands what she’s singing about. “With all that you’ve won and lost,”

“You will always have me.” She ends the song.

“You will always have me.” He replies, and he sounds fond, though he isn’t sure whether she’s trying to find reassurance in him or give reassurance to him.

At the end, she hangs her head to stabilize herself once more. He opens his mouth to let out a quip, but she speaks first.

“I’m sorry, Star, I just need a second—"

“As cute as you are all teary and needy, you’re absurd if you’re apologizing to me.” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. Then, more comfortingly, adds, “I’ve got you. We’ve got each other."

[dayurno]

rip jeremy knox you wouldve loved channel orange frank ocean

[frozenbluecookies]

This show is truly the perfect amount of corny. "Who would stand with us now?" [Cut to a slow-mo entry shot of Ava, Bea and Michael as badass music plays]. Perfection. No notes.

[peppermint-moss]

Caligo mlp AU!!!!! man this is for like an audience of 3 ie my friends in our city of mist ttrpg where these ocs are originally from lmao

Drew these in my sketchbook a few months ago and finally got a chance to colour them C: Every now and then the want to watch a bunch of mlp episodes captures my brain... anyways enjoy my surface level musings on these guys

(also to all the warrior cat fans following me... i do have a caligo warrior cat au i'll post in a few days hehe 👉👈)

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

[clonerightsagenda]

I am once again thinking about an Arcane alt ending where the hextech damage topside is bad enough that Piltover residents are forced to flee from toxic industrial magical waste to the undercity and they have to beg for scraps from Zaunite leadership instead of the other way around. And we finally check back in on Ekko's fucking tree.

[safire-was-a-person]

Hi. so uhh, remember that wip i was working on yesterday? well you see... as your summer-holiday-free-time-having friend...

AJDNDKXMXKA

my own art is mogging me wtf.

also it may not look quite like him but his lips look extremely kissable so really thats all that matter.

[uncanny-tranny]

Whether or not the adage that chronic stress is as bad as smoking is or true or not, hearing that and knowing that a huge stress factor is often one's continued financial, housing, and food security really should radicalize more people. The idea of stress being damaging to long and short-term health should make you stop and wonder what contributes to stress in the first place, and if preventative measures would inevitably be a net benefit to the overall health and wellbeing of everybody

[psychotic-system-culture-is]

Psychotic system culture is hyperfixating on gravity falls, saying one of Bill Cipher's spell thingys, getting paranoid he's gonna posses me, then forming a bill cipher introject bc of that paranoia 💀

<-w->

[fortunaestalta]

[cripplecharacters]

Hi, I have a quick question regarding your ask about people becoming disabled from using magic.

I promise this isn't some sort of "gotcha" I just have autism and sometimes I don't understand things.

If using magic and becoming disabled from it counts as the "disability as punishment" trope, why is it okay to have people become disabled from doing other dangerous things?

(Obviously this doesn't apply if the lore is literally something like "The Gods don't want you to use magic so they made you get disabilities from it to punish you for doing it.")

I'm just confused I guess because it really didn't sound like that anon was using disabilities as a punishment (like my above lore example), just as a consequence for doing something dangerous.

Where are we supposed to draw the line between something being a punishment VS someones actions having consequences?

Hello,

Really, it depends on how it's framed.

Magic causing a disability is a bit dodgy but can be done correctly, but when it's because of a curse or because they've done something wrong, or "the price to pay," those start framing disability as a negative thing. Whenever something is the price that needs to be paid for anything, it qualifies to me as a punishment with cool framing. And because that thing is so often disability, it plays into a real-life misconception that disabled people are the way that we are because we've done something wrong or we did something to deserve this.

It's framing disability as a negative thing, really. Yes, you can have magic causing a disability and it can be fine or even really good, but when it's a negative thing, that plays into negative stereotypes, like the stereotype in some religious settings that people are disabled because we've done something to offend the god(s) of a denomination when we're just disabled because we exist. So, it's kind of a semantics issue. How it's framed. Framing it as a neutral thing vs framing it as a negative thing. That's the line.

Mod Aaron

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Hi lovely asker!

So I personally don't mind the trope of Magic induced Disability so to say. But I think the main part is the autonomy of the character.

If we have the character that uses their magic of their own will with knowledge of what will happen, I don't see this as a punishment or anything bad. The character has autonomy and is doing something willing that they know will lead to something else.

Then we have the character that is already disabled and uses magic that exacerbates their disabilities. This again like the one above is good, it shows the characters autonomy that they know doing so will lead to making whatever symptoms of their disability worse.

Then we have an outside force/other being that gives the character magic and gives them the knowledge that using the magic will disabled them. This one walks a fine line just because usually it depends on the fine details and how the author writes each characters interactions.

So wether this outside force/being gives the character a choice is where it makes the breaks the story. If they give them the choice of "you can walk away just as you walked in here or you can take the magic but know this will happen" it can be good, especially because you can show that the character doesn't find being disabled as something "bad". Now if they don't give the character a choice or give them an ultimatum that's when it gets bad and begins to fall into that trope.

Another example is exactly how you explained it that another being/outside force doesn't want the character doing something so they use disability as a punishment. This one is just not good, and is exactly the prime definition of Disability as Punishment, that should not be done.

My point is that the Magic Induced Disabilities or magic that exacerbates disabilities is a perfect allegory of an everyday disabled person. We all do things of our own will that we know will make symptoms worse (eat foods, drink alcohol, not wear braces etc) or that will disabled us in some other way. But the whole point is autonomy, we have autonomy. We're allowed to do things, dangerous things even, even if it means making things worse for ourselves.

~ Mod Virus 🌸